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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 1 year ago

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“Here we are boy, once again. The last time we met, you ran screaming like a nellie girl. I haven’t changed. I’m still the sadistic asshole I was two years ago when we reconnected. If anything, I now demand more. I told you before that I ain’t changing who or what I am nor what I want and expect from a faggot bitch cunt toilet. I have to ask, what’s different about you?...

“Oh, you have embraced chastity. Well that’s a start. You wearing the cage now?... Let me see…. Faggot! Do you really think I want to see it hanging out of a zipper? Don’t be so stupid. Get the fuck naked. The cool spring morning doesn’t bother me. That means it doesn’t bother you.

“…Wait. Stop. Did you shave your chest?... No, you had your hair removed. Continue stripping…. Faggot, I have to say, I’m surprised with that. Pleasantly surprised… Take all your clothes and place them in the bed of the truck. Fold them first. Place your phone, keys, ID, and any money on top of your clothes.

“Good Faggot. Now, bring that pee pee in a cage to me.

“Where’s the key? At home? Faggot, you are going to get beat for denying me access to my toys. The cage is one of those cheap assed ones that slaves can pull out of. With a yank, I got the shaft out. And if I squeeze these balls. Shut up! I don’t want to hear a cunt scream this early in the morning. You know these balls are going to be in perpetual pain from this point on. Finish stripping and let me get my bag….

“…Hold this. What you are holding is a proper cage for a faggot bitch. Notice how there’s virtually no room at all for your pee pee shaft? As small as your thing is, this cage will keep it from wanting to get hard. Here, take this water bottle. That’s my morning piss, nice and cold. Before you chug it down—and yes you will—take these two pills. One keeps you limp, and one keeps your horniness down. I own a urologist slave in Memphis. who told me about how to administer them. I order it to take them daily to negate its own pee pee as well. It hasn’t had a hard-on for years. In fact, each of my long-distance slave properties takes them. When I return back home to Denver and you are here alone, I expect you to send me a video text of you swallowing your daily dose. Slaves are not entitled to sexual gratification unless I say so. That ain’t happening…. Ever. Drink up.

“The only time a slave is permitted to cum without permission is if it does it hands free while being beaten by me. I’ve only seen it happen with one property. It was from Miami. Its pee pee was soft in the cage the entire time. It was great. I even kept on beating it after its climax. Its almost lost all interest in serving me in that moment. That’s why no cumming for any of my property.

“You are shivering. Let’s get you some heat. Remember this tiny bottle? No? I never used this on you? For the longest time, I couldn't find it in any drug store. Recently I found it on-line. It’s called Heet, and it’s an old school pain reliever for arthritis. Stand still. I need to wipe this dauber along your pee pee shaft, and around the head. Your ball sack should be covered too. Turn around and pull your cheeks apart. Let me see your cunt. Nice. And a swipe up the crack, and a double swipe along the cunt lips. Now stand up and face me.

“Now I wait a few moments… There it is! What? Does your pee pee and balls feel like a thousand hot needles are being shoved in? Your cunt too? You are in excruciating pain? Well let me see. The instructions say, ‘Do not apply to sensitive areas.’ I thought it said, ‘Do apply…’ Oops. My bad.

“Ha ha ha. I’ve been using this on faggot bitches for years. I’m surprised I hadn’t used it on you on one of my visits here. Well I need to make up for that. Quit fidgeting. It’s only temporary, about three or four hours of nonstop pain.

“Focus on me. Quit thinking of the burning sensation in your crotch. That’s nothing compared to the hell I have in store for you this weekend. The last time you tried to submit to me you had an issue with eating my shithole. I have a test for you. You fail it, I will drive off, leaving you buck naked out here at this dead-end road. I’ll throw your car keys out of my window as I drive off.

“It’s time for you to eat my ass. Here, help me get out of these jeans and briefs.

“There is no act that a slave can do to accept its role as my property more than sticking its tongue into my shithole for an extended period. If I remember, this is what made you run last time. Don’t worry, I already had my morning dump. Oh wow, look at my skid marks. It’s going to be nasty for you. The hotel I’m staying at has the worst toilet paper. I do prefer the tongue of a faggot slave to clean me up.

“I want to feel those hands pulling apart my cheeks, followed by the wetness from your tongue on my hole…. I’m only feeling hands. Fag, if you balk on this, I’m out of here. I know you hate the idea. That’s what makes me want to do it more. You want to be a slave to a sadistic cruel master, that means doing nasty shit. If I don’t feel a tongue in the next…

“There you go…. No fucking retching. You told me that you want this life as a total faggot toilet cunt slave, you accept your role and its responsibilities. You yearn to serve me with your disgust. Your revulsion gets me hard. If I find out you like to do something, I lose interest in doing it. You want to stop doing toilet duties, then love it. You have to really mean it. I can recognize when a faggot bitch is trying to manipulate me. It’s obvious, and it never ends well for the cunt toilet.

“This is what, my fifth time with you? You ever wonder why I keep coming back and giving you a try? I mean, each time you put up limits for me. I should just dump you. But I don’t. One could say it’s pity. Another could say that it’s hard to find a cunt bitch when I come to town. While both of those reasons contribute, no there is another reason.

“Stick your tongue in my shithole. Clean what you can on the inside, toilet cunt.

“Do you remember your ad on Craig’s List that got me to contact you? I do. ‘Oversexed 23-year-old seeks dominant top to expand kinky limits.’ That was about ten years ago. When I walked into your apartment, I encountered something I don’t encounter that often, truly. I have said that I don’t care to piss off 99% of the population to get that 1%. Not only did you have the demeanor, you craved to serve me. Back then you didn’t have that much experience in anything. You had that hunger. You took my beatings. You suffered with every lash. I could tell that you wanted it to end, but you saw that I was enjoying it, and you pushed through. With each visit, I saw your growth. Hell, I tell you to get your hair removed last time, and you went ahead and did it,… permanently. It took a long time to get you to this place in your head. I’m here to take advantage of it.

“You can take a beating, but it’s the extra raunch that bothers you. I told you that if I came back this time, that you will either make the commitment to me or that I will be done with you. On this visit, you will become a full-fledged toilet, my toilet. That won’t happen unto Thursday night. You have three days to put your head in the right spot. Normally I wouldn’t dream of telling a faggot bitch slave what I had planned, but for you, I need for it to stew in your head.

“For the next three days, you will be my urinal, drinking every drop. You will give me a blumpkin and be my toilet paper, just like you are doing now. You will stay with me at my hotel, sleeping on the bathroom floor chained to the toilet. I’m gonna beat the fuck out of you. I may even fuck you. The next three days is going to be hell.

“You done back there? Pull back. Your face is a mess. Good keep it that way. I want you to smell me throughout the day. While I am planning on taking you around with me to the sites I need to hit, you will probably remain in my truck. You did pass this test.

“Stay there kneeling on the gravel.

“Thursday night however, your suffering, your submission, your service, and your sacrifice will be tested. If you pass, I will take ownership of you. My urologist slave will come in from Memphis, as I want a doctor nearby. We are going to an old friend’s ranch out of town. He too has slaves. He’s allowing me the privacy to take ownership of you.

“After a day of not eating, you will straddle a wooden sawhorse. Your ankles will be secured stretched painfully apart, making the ability of pulling off of a very thick butt plug impossible. After taking off your cage, I will drive a two-inch common nail through your dickhead into the sawhorse. I will hit the nail on its side to bend it, to make removal quite painful. I will hand you a plate with my dump from the day. You will be expected to eat it all. While that is happening, I will be using my favorite whips and belts to turn your back into hamburger. I will only stop when the plate is licked clean.

“Help me get my pants on. I can see the revulsion in your eyes. Look at my dick. I am rock hard and leaking. You know that the next few days is going to make me horny and happy.

“Your suffering will bring me satisfaction. My gratification is your motivation.

“But should that change, or should I feel you are not living up to your full potential, we can end this. Either one. All you have to say is you want out. Disappointingly, I will say that I will be giving up on you. I will pull over in the truck and let you out. You’ll have to fend for yourself to get back home or here to your car. You’ll be naked of course.

“Speaking of which, I’m going to pull out, leaving you and your locked car here. I’m going to be waiting at the fork in the road, which was about a quarter mile back, or maybe it was a half mile. I’m going to wait for about 20 minutes for you to come to me. No, make it 30 minutes. This is a dirt road, and you have no shoes. During that stroll, I want you to think about what lies ahead of you. If you decide to back out, no problem. I’ll just pull away. I’ll drop off your clothes, keys, phone, etc. on your front doorstep. You still live in the same house? Good.

“Hey! The sun is coming up. That should help you to warm up. It’s a beginning of a new day.”

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sweetdreamsjeff · 5 months ago

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Jeff Buckley: Sketches (For My Sweetheart The Drunk) (Columbia)

Jim Irvin, MOJO, June 1998

FANS OF Grace might find this album tough going. For one thing, it's hard to divorce the circumstances of its existence from the music – some of which is very beautiful, yet you know it wouldn't sound this way if Jeff Buckley had lived. In other words, you're listening to this record because he died.

Secondly, there are several moments that seem too private, things we probably shouldn't be hearing. At these times you might experience the same uneasy fascination you'd get from illicitly reading someone's diary. You might also find yourself distracted by questions like, "Who chose this running order?", "Why are there two versions of two songs with nothing much to choose between them?" or "Was this song finished?"

We'll never know if Jeff Buckley wanted anybody to hear the ugly clutter of ‘Haven't You Heard’, we can be certain he had more in mind for the complex ‘Murder Suicide Meteor Slave’ than the detuned, trebly mush it is here and we can only wonder at how its lovely Beatle-ish interlude would have turned out. Did he lay down the home-made cover of ‘Back In New York City’ (a Genesis song from The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway) with a view to putting it on record or simply for his own amusement, something to get the creative juices flowing? Is there any real value in hearing tracks as nascent as ‘Demon John’ or ‘Your Flesh Is So Nice’ – barely written songs, with arrangements just hinted at by slapdash guitars and extemporised melodies you know he'd have nailed later or abandoned completely? Is it right to include performances where his singing is unfocused, lazy or tired? Or those where the band are just feeling their way?

As I understand it, from talking to his management shortly after his death, Jeff Buckley's unreleased legacy runs thus: the remainder of the Live At Sin-E recordings; radio sessions and solo spots such as those on the French ‘Live At The Bataclan’ EP (which he hated); one outtake from Grace, ‘Forget Her’ (removed to make room for ‘So Real’); the "live in the studio" solo sets recorded during the making of Grace; a series of 24-track live recordings with the full band (some of these, like the extended version of Alex Chilton's ‘Kanga-Roo’, have appeared on B-sides and promo discs); the sessions recorded with Tom Verlaine in Memphis a few months before his death; a few tracks recorded in New York soon afterwards; and a large number of 4-track demos Buckley cut in the last weeks of his life.

After he drowned, the inevitable question of what to do with this material had to be faced. Manager Dave Lory spent days going through the tapes found in Jeff's house. He had to listen to everything, no matter what it said on the box, as Jeff had a habit of cutting demos on whatever came to hand. Sure enough, he found one new song halfway through side two of an old Michael Bolton promo cassette.

He then met up with Steve Berkowitz (Jeff's A&R man) and Andy Wallace (the producer of Grace), to make a definitive inventory of all the extant recordings and dub the demos onto digital masters. These were three of the men who knew Jeff's working methods best and they argued every day about what might be done with this stuff, which songs Jeff would have been happy with, how best to release the material or, indeed, if any of it should come out at all.

Just as they were finishing this process, they were 'fired' by Jeff's mother, Mary Guibert, who'd inherited her son's estate and assumed the responsibility of compiling an album with another Columbia A&R executive, Don DeVito, (who'd not worked extensively with Buckley while he was alive). They asked Buckley's friend, Chris Cornell of Soundgarden, to "sit in Jeff's seat". Andy Wallace was rehired to complete his mixes of the Verlaine sessions which make up Disc 1 of this collection.

When Buckley completed those tracks he told Lory that he "couldn't find his soul" in them. He was aware there was a lot of work still to do before he could cut a worthy follow-up to Grace, so he temporarily dismissed his band and retreated to his rented house in Memphis to revise the songs and write new ones. (Some of these, ‘Mood Swing Whiskey’, ‘Sky Blue Skin’, ‘Don't Listen To Anyone But Me’, ‘Woke Up In A Strange Place’ and ‘Let's Bomb The Moonlight’ remain in the can.) Disc 2 features seven of those demos, retakes of two of the songs on Disc 1, some CD-ROM material (which was not available for review) and a stray radio recording from 1992 of the country standard ‘Satisfied Mind’ ("I went with a satisfied mind"), clearly chosen as a pointed closer.

Diametrically opposed to it, Disc 1's opener, ‘The Sky Is A Landfill’, is a bleak, relentless torrent of anger. As "evil blacks the sky" Buckley advises that we "Don't suck the milk of flaccid Bill K Public's empty promise to the people". "This way of life is so devised to snuff out the mind that moves," he continues, moved to send a mail bomb to "Mr Strong Arm", who is "useless like the cops at the scene of a crime" Although impressive, it's a curious track to open with, throwing a grim shadow over what follows. It takes a few listens, then, but gradually Sketches' pearls begin to shine through.

‘Vancouver’ kicks off with a Byrdsian riff and a beautiful double-tracked falsetto, spinning into a dizzy song driven by piano, fuzz bass and crashing guitars. ‘Nightmares By The Sea’ is great, too. After an intro reminiscent of Nirvana's ‘Come As You Are’, it turns into a churning pop song – and check the lyrics: "Stay with me under these waves tonight/Be free for once in your life tonight! Bluebeard's young and handsome/So new to your bedroom floor/You know damn well where you're gone." Likewise, the a cappella ‘You And I’ (again, a song whose melody was not fully developed) starts with the line "Oh, the calm below that poisoned river wild". It can't be too long before someone ekes out a morbid dissertation concerning the water imagery in these songs.

However, it's the second track that will be this collection's calling card. ‘Everybody Here Wants You’ draws from the same divine well as ‘Lover, You Should've Come Over’ on Grace. It's a lump-in-the-throat soul ballad which sways like Smokey Robinson's ‘Cruisin'’ or Chic's ‘At Last I Am Free’. Jeff sings it in a tender falsetto with a hint of jealous ire shading the delicious, pleading chorus – "Everybody here wants you! Everybody here thinks he needs you/I'll be waiting right here just to show you our love will blow it all away" – as the bass tumbles along lyrically. Awkward middle-four aside, it's an instant classic. And it serves to make the lesser tracks here an even greater source of sadness, simultaneously reminding us that this wonderful voice has sung its last.

There's a lot of fine material still unheard and we must hope its trustees are careful with it. One thing's sure: a definitive selection will never exist, except in our heads and, one day perhaps, on our personal 'Ultimate Jeff' compilations.

At best, Sketches has much the same function and effect as The Beatles Anthology collections. It's a document of a great musical mind cranking into gear, a series of clues to what might have been. If you were hoping for a record to equal Grace, well, you'll be disappointed. But be assured that Jeff Buckley's sketches overshadow most artists' completed works.

#Jeff Buckley: Sketches (For My Sweetheart The Drunk) (Columbia)#Jim Irvin #MOJO #June 1998 #jeff buckley #jeffbuckley

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ausetkmt · 4 months ago

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“An Absolute Massacre” – The New Orleans Slaughter of July 30, 1866

Reconstruction Era National Historical Park

Political Cartoonist Thomas Nast drew this political cartoon, "The Massacre at New Orleans," criticizing President Andrew Johnson for his role in permitting the violence to unfold in New Orleans on July 30, 166

The Confederate military and government collapsed in the Spring and Summer of 1865, effectively ending the Civil War with the United States preserved and slavery destroyed. But the violence was far from over. White resistance to Black citizenship during Reconstruction often turned violent – as it did in New Orleans on July 30, 1866. During the war, President Abraham Lincoln had hoped that Louisiana, with a strong US military presence in Louisiana would serve as the model for readmitting states back to the United States. In 1864, the state ratified a new constitution that abolished slavery, but did not grant Black Louisianans the right to vote – something that President Lincoln began to consider as the war ended the next year.

In his last speech, delivered on April 11, 1865, Lincoln openly expressed his desire to enfranchise select freed people and emphasized that “…voters in the heretofore slave-state of Louisiana have sworn allegiance to the Union… held elections, organized a State government, adopted a free-state constitution, giving the benefit of public schools equally to black and white, and empowering the Legislature to confer the elective franchise upon the colored man.

Their Legislature has already voted to ratify the constitutional (Thirteenth) amendment recently passed by Congress, abolishing slavery throughout the nation.”1 In the crowd was John Wilkes Booth. Incensed at the thought of Black citizenship and voting, Booth assassinated President Lincoln a few days later. The violence did not stop at Ford’s Theatre.

Harry T. Hays had served as a General in the Confederate Army. But in the Summer of 1866, he was the Sheriff of New Orleans, and deputized a posse of ex-Confederates to confront a citizen's convention in the city.

Gilder Lehrman Institute

This image from Harpers Weekly depicts Confederate veterans opening fire on the crowd in New Orleans. The placement of the US flag in the drawing served as a reminder to readers that some former Confederates had not yet accepted the outcome of the war.

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In a matter of approximately two hours, 34 African American supporters were killed, while the wounded numbered 119. Three of the delegates who had assembled in the Mechanics Institute were killed, while 17 were wounded, and approximately 200 others arrested. When the streets around the Mechanics Institute fell quiet, General Baird ordered martial law, which remained in effect into early August. On August 1, the Cleveland Daily Leader published sentiments that were shared by many other papers across the North: “Remember that this work was done by the constituted authorities of the city of New Orleans, rebels in record and in heart, but placed in power over loyal men by the policy of a renegade President. Remember that these scenes are but a prelude of what is to be… if Mr. Johnson’s policy shall be carried out.”5 Paired with news of the tragedy that occurred in Memphis months before, the New Orleans massacre contributed to major changes in Reconstruction policy. The 1866 elections saw to it that a Radical Republican majority ruled in both the House of Representatives and Senate, and ultimately contributed to the passing of the 14th and 15th Amendments. It could even be said that the violence which transpired on July 30, 1866, in a twist of irony, gave rise to several policies that would be enacted in following years, including Federal military presence in the South, temporary disenfranchisement of former Confederates, and for a population of more than four million freed people - the right to vote. 1 Lincoln, Abraham, and Scott Yenor. “Document 5: Last Public Address.” Reconstruction: Core Documents, Ashbrook Center, Ashland University, 2018, pp. 13–17. 2 O'Donovan, Susan, and Beverly Bond. “‘A History They Can Use’: The Memphis Massacre and Reconstruction's Public History Terrain.” The Journal of the Civil War Era, 10 Jan. 2018, www.journalofthecivilwarera.org/2016/08/history-can-use-memphis-massacre-reconstructions-public-history-terrain/. 3Reynolds, Donald E. “The New Orleans Riot of 1866, Reconsidered.” Louisiana History: The Journal of the Louisiana Historical Association, vol. 5, no. 1, 1964, pp. 5–27. JSTOR, www.jstor.org/stable/4230742. Accessed 30 July 2020. 4 The New-Orleans Riot. Its Official History. New York Tribune, 1866. 5 The Louisiana Convention. Cleveland Daily Leader, 1 August, 1866, p. 1. by Park Ranger Rich Condon, Reconstruction Era National Historical Park

#“An Absolute Massacre” – The New Orleans Slaughter of July 30 #1866 #Reconstruction Era National Historical Park #New Orleans Massacre #louisiana #Black Voting Rights #confederates #civil war.#white supremacy #Black Freedmen

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fairytale-poll · 1 year ago

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ROUND 1A, MATCH 4 OUT OF 16!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Rhodopis:

"The oldest known oral version of the Cinderella story is the ancient Greek story of Rhodopis."

an ancient greek variant! a young slave girl, rhodopis, gets her sandal snatched by an eagle who carries it to memphis in egypt. the king declares a search for the woman it belongs to and they get married :) it’s considered one of the oldest cinderella type stories recorded! she’s the OG 🔥💯☝️

Ye Xian:

Read it in middle school and have been fascinated with it since.

#cinderpoll #round 1 #round 1a #cinderella #fairytale #folktale #rhodopis #ye xian #poll tournament #poll bracket #character polls #polls

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taumont · 7 months ago

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My list of books I wish to have read by the end of the year:

Quiet Days in Clichy -- Henry Miller

La petite vertu -- James Hadley Chase

Breakfast of Champions -- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Call at Corazon -- Paul Bowles

Solaris -- Stanislaw Lem

Slaughterhouse-Five -- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

The Savage Detectives -- Roberto Bolano

La Boutique Obscure: 124 Dreams -- Georges Perec

Mon corps pour me guérir: décodage psychobiologique des maladies -- Christian Flèche

A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living -- Joseph Campbell

Speak, Memory -- Vladimir Nabokov

Supreme Influence: Change Your Life with the Power of the Language You Use -- Niurka

The Journey and the Guide: A practical course in Enlightment -- Maitreyabandhu

Egon Schiele: Drawings and Water-colours -- Egon Schiele, Erwin Mitsch

Taking the Leap: Freeing Ourselves from Old Habits and Fears -- Pema Chodron

Rumi Revealed: Selected Poems from the Divan of Shams -- Rassouli

Confessions of an Art Addict -- Peggy Guggenheim

The Executioner's Song -- Norman Mailer

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead -- Olga Tokarczuk

Flights -- Olga Tokarczuk

America -- Jean Baudrillard

Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays -- Durga Chew-Bose

I Had Nowhere to Go -- Jonas Mekas

Francesca Woodman -- Marco Pierini

Yves Klein -- Hannah Weitmeier

Dune (Dune #1) -- Frank Herbert

Oreillers d'herbes -- Natsume Soseki

Les Choses humaines -- Karine Tuil

The Energy of Slaves: Poems -- Leonard Cohen

Selected Writings - Antonin Artaud

The Sisters Brothers -- Patrick deWitt

Pastoralia -- George Saunders

Signs Preceding the End of the World -- Yuri Herrera

Last Train to Memphis: The Rise of Elvis Presley -- Peter Guralnick

Break, Blow, Burn -- Camille Paglia

Voyage au bout de la nuit -- Louis-Ferdinand Céline

Philip K. Dick: In His Own Words -- Philip K. Dick

Autobiography of a Yogi -- Paramahansa Yogananda

A Confederacy of Dunces -- John Kennedy Toole

Babel -- Patti Smith

Keith Haring Journals -- Keith Haring

Foam of the Daze -- Boris Vian

Inherent Vice -- Thomas Pynchon

The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975 -- Goran Olsso

Le Diable au Corps -- Raymond Radiguet

Bluets -- Maggie Nelson

Girl, Woman, Other -- Bernardine Evaristo

Devenir un ange -- Francesca Woodman

Faithfull: An Autobiography -- Marianne Faithfull

The Master and Margarita -- Mikhail Bulgakov

Eve's Hollywood - Eve Babitz

In Watermelon Sugar -- Richard Brautigan

#booklr #books #literature #bookblr #authors #book list #to be read

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3rdeyeblaque · 1 year ago

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Today we venerate Ancestor Bishop C.H. Mason on his 157th birthday 🎉

Bishop C.H. Mason founded the Church of God in Christ (COGIC), THE largest Black American pentecostal church in the U.S. In doing so, he preserved and cultivated the religious culturesof our Afrikan ancestors while fighting for ourreligious freedom of expression and integration in the church house.

Brother Mason born to former slaves in Shelby County, TN. Due to his family's impoverished status, young Mason worked as a sharecropper and did not receive a formal education. Yet he still learned how to read and write. As a child, Mason was greatly influenced by the religion of his parents and other former slaves. He admired their prayer rituals, spontaneous singing, & shouting. At age 12, he embraced the Afro-Baptist faith and was later baptized in his older brother’s church.

In 1895, Brother Mason met Charles Price Jones, a popular Baptist preacher from Mississippi. Mason and Jones started preaching the doctrine of holiness and sanctification together in local Baptist churches, which led to their expulsion from the Baptist & Methodist churches. They, and others, established the Church of God and Church of Christ. Their movement consisted of both Black and White folk were grossly dissatisfied with mainstream denominations. From COGIC’s inception, Brother Mason ordained and allowed whites to join his denomination. He dreamed of an integrated church and believed that all races were entitled to equal rights and authority therein. Their principal belief was that being sanctified was an internal experience that resulted in external changes within individuals & their communities. They taught their followers to seek higher spiritual development and encouraged them to rekindle the dynamism of "slave religion".

In 1897, Brother Mason established St. Paul COGIC in an old cotton gin located in Lexington, Mississippi. He then started using the name “Church of God in Christ”, because, "God told him that if he used that name it would cause people to follow him". By 1904, Brother Mason established pastoring 4 churches: St. Paul in Lexington, Saints Home and Dyson Street in Memphis, and a COGIC church in Conway, AR.

In 1907, he attended an interracial service in Los Angeles, CA. After which, he declared that he'd experienced a spiritual metamorphosis and that he now believed in speaking in tongues. This is what spurred Jones and others to excommunicate him from their Holiness association. This ultimately led to Brother Mason and Jones’s 12yr partnership ending over theological differences, rights to church properties, ecclesiastical power, and the COGIC name itself. After 3 years of legal battles, in 1911, Mason’s legal victories catapulted him into historical prominence and placed COGIC in the Mid-South’s religious pantheon.

Brother Mason was also an outspoken conscientious objector. He was arrested in 1918 and probed by the FBI for teaching pacifism and encouraging Brothas to refuse being drafted into WW I and II.

By the early 20th century, the Black Christian middle class frowned upon any & everything associated with Mother Africa. They believed shouting, dancing, & especially speaking in tongues, were shameful & hindered Black progress. Defiantly, Brother bMason encouraged his followers to embrace their Afrikan heritage and gave them space to express themselves in church. He allowed the working classes to dance shout, testify, speak in tongues, string musical instruments, & sing gospel. His preservation of the Afrikan heritage, freedom of religious expression, & leadership spearheaded COGIC’s astronomical growth.

In the 1920s, COGIC had 30K members &, as a result of the Great Migration, 68.7% percent worshiped in urban cities. By the 1930s, COGIC was an urban phenomenon. During the Great Depression, Brother Mason’s churches fed and clothed poor Whites and Black Peoples across Memphis

Today, it has an estimated 6.5 million members and 12,000 congregations. COGIC is the largest African American denomination in the United States, with eight million members worldwide.

We pour libations & give him💐 today as we celebrate him for his passion & commitment to the preservation & cultivation of our Central/West Afrikan cosmologies, cultures, & belief systems via our religious of expression.

‼️Note: offering suggestions are just that & strictly for veneration purposes only. Never attempt to conjure up any spirit or entity without proper divination/Mediumship counsel.‼️

Offering suggestions: COGIC bible/prayer offerings, water libations, gospel songs of praise/dance

#hoodooheritage #ATR #ATRs #hoodootradition #TheHoodooCalendar #ancestors #veneration #theblackchurch #ancestorveneration #bishopchmason #cogic #cogicchurch #og #deepsouth

#bishop ch mason #cogic #cogicchurch #black America #black Christians #ancestor elevation #ancestor #hoodoo #hoodoos #atr #the hoodoo calendar #atrs #conjure

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mybeautifulchristianjourney · 11 months ago

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Israel Forsakes the Lord

1 The word of the Lord came to me, saying, 2 “Go and proclaim in the hearing of Jerusalem, Thus says the Lord,

“I remember the devotion of your youth, your love as a bride, how you followed me in the wilderness, in a land not sown. 3 Israel was holy to the Lord, the firstfruits of his harvest. All who ate of it incurred guilt; disaster came upon them, declares the Lord.”

4 Hear the word of the Lord, O house of Jacob, and all the clans of the house of Israel. 5 Thus says the Lord:

“What wrong did your fathers find in me that they went far from me, and went after worthlessness, and became worthless? 6 They did not say, ‘Where is the Lord who brought us up from the land of Egypt, who led us in the wilderness, in a land of deserts and pits, in a land of drought and deep darkness, in a land that none passes through, where no man dwells?’ 7 And I brought you into a plentiful land to enjoy its fruits and its good things. But when you came in, you defiled my land and made my heritage an abomination. 8 The priests did not say, ‘Where is the Lord?’ Those who handle the law did not know me; the shepherds transgressed against me; the prophets prophesied by Baal and went after things that do not profit.

9 “Therefore I still contend with you, declares the Lord, and with your children's children I will contend. 10 For cross to the coasts of Cyprus and see, or send to Kedar and examine with care; see if there has been such a thing. 11 Has a nation changed its gods, even though they are no gods? But my people have changed their glory for that which does not profit. 12 Be appalled, O heavens, at this; be shocked, be utterly desolate, declares the Lord, 13 for my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water.

14 “Is Israel a slave? Is he a homeborn servant? Why then has he become a prey? 15 The lions have roared against him; they have roared loudly. They have made his land a waste; his cities are in ruins, without inhabitant. 16 Moreover, the men of Memphis and Tahpanhes have shaved the crown of your head. 17 Have you not brought this upon yourself by forsaking the Lord your God, when he led you in the way? 18 And now what do you gain by going to Egypt to drink the waters of the Nile? Or what do you gain by going to Assyria to drink the waters of the Euphrates? 19 Your evil will chastise you, and your apostasy will reprove you. Know and see that it is evil and bitter for you to forsake the Lord your God; the fear of me is not in you, declares the Lord God of hosts.

20 “For long ago I broke your yoke and burst your bonds; but you said, ‘I will not serve.’ Yes, on every high hill and under every green tree you bowed down like a whore. 21 Yet I planted you a choice vine, wholly of pure seed. How then have you turned degenerate and become a wild vine? 22 Though you wash yourself with lye and use much soap, the stain of your guilt is still before me, declares the Lord God. 23 How can you say, ‘I am not unclean, I have not gone after the Baals’? Look at your way in the valley; know what you have done— a restless young camel running here and there, 24 a wild donkey used to the wilderness, in her heat sniffing the wind! Who can restrain her lust? None who seek her need weary themselves; in her month they will find her. 25 Keep your feet from going unshod and your throat from thirst. But you said, ‘It is hopeless, for I have loved foreigners, and after them I will go.’

26 “As a thief is shamed when caught, so the house of Israel shall be shamed: they, their kings, their officials, their priests, and their prophets, 27 who say to a tree, ‘You are my father,’ and to a stone, ‘You gave me birth.’ For they have turned their back to me, and not their face. But in the time of their trouble they say, ‘Arise and save us!’ 28 But where are your gods that you made for yourself? Let them arise, if they can save you, in your time of trouble; for as many as your cities are your gods, O Judah.

29 “Why do you contend with me? You have all transgressed against me, declares the Lord. 30 In vain have I struck your children; they took no correction; your own sword devoured your prophets like a ravening lion. 31 And you, O generation, behold the word of the Lord. Have I been a wilderness to Israel, or a land of thick darkness? Why then do my people say, ‘We are free, we will come no more to you’? 32 Can a virgin forget her ornaments, or a bride her attire? Yet my people have forgotten me days without number.

33 “How well you direct your course to seek love! So that even to wicked women you have taught your ways. 34 Also on your skirts is found the lifeblood of the guiltless poor; you did not find them breaking in. Yet in spite of all these things 35 you say, ‘I am innocent; surely his anger has turned from me.’ Behold, I will bring you to judgment for saying, ‘I have not sinned.’ 36 How much you go about, changing your way! You shall be put to shame by Egypt as you were put to shame by Assyria. 37 From it too you will come away with your hands on your head, for the Lord has rejected those in whom you trust, and you will not prosper by them. — Jeremiah 2 | English Standard Version (ESV) The Holy Bible, English Standard Version. ESV® Text Edition: 2016. Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Cross References: Exodus 12:49; Exodus 15:17; Exodus 20:2; Exodus 22:2; Deuteronomy 8:7; Deuteronomy 32:10; Deuteronomy 32:15-16; Deuteronomy 33:20; Joshua 13:3; Judges 10:10; Judges 10:14; 2 Samuel 13:19; 1 Kings 9:9; 2 Chronicles 28:16; Job 9:30; Job 20:12; Job 39:6; Psalm 106:21; Psalm 106:38; Proverbs 30:12; Isaiah 1:2; Jeremiah 1:9; Jeremiah 4:7; Jeremiah 5:1; Jeremiah 32:32; Ezekiel 20:35-36; John 4:10-11; Acts 7:52; Romans 1:21; Romans 1:23; James 1:18; James 4:4; 1 John 1:8; Revelation 2:4; Revelation 14:4; Revelation 17:1

#Israel #sin #unfaithfulness #consequences #forsaking God #Jeremiah 2 #Book of Jeremiah #Old Testament #ESV #English Standard Version Bible #Good News Publishers #Crossway Bibles

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atxsubpunk · 3 months ago

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“Holiday”

Song lyrics by Jacob Lewis / from the suite “XX”

By the age of eighteen

I’d claimed the crown of Pharaohs

the desert sands of Egypt danced

around my gold stilettos

From Thebes to Memphis

my kingdom stretched before me

countless slaves in chains were bid

to worship and adore me

But when the city fell around me

a suicide was how they found me

No need to mourn

death was a holiday

I said a prayer and was

reborn

From a bed in Buda

I awoke the Regent Mother

medieval strings were made to sing

and my enemies to suffer

The Danube was lovely

from the window of my carriage

authority bestowed to me

through the sum of blood and marriage

My daughter wept when I was strangled

my regal neck mauled and mangled

But I had learned

death was a holiday

I closed my eyes and was

returned

Reborn a beauty

upon a golden throne

the teenage Queen of France

with a heart as hard as stone

Life was a such a pleasure

in the Palace of Versailles

draped in silks and diamonds while

my subjects starved outside

I heard the revolution call

the guillotine began to fall

It was a bore

the crowd called for blood

but I had seen it all

before

Death’s not the end

it’s only a holiday

and I will see you all again

#song lyrics #lyrics

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artandthebible · 3 months ago

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The Finding of Moses

Artist: Lawrence Alma-Tadema (Dutch, 1836–1912)

Genre: Religious Art

Date: 1904

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Private Collection

Description

The work is a Biblical scene based on chapter 2, verse 6 of the Book of Exodus, in which Pharaoh's daughter comes to wash in the River Nile, and finds the infant Moses abandoned in a basket in the reeds. The painting depicts the scene after the infant has been discovered, showing a procession travelling back to the daughter's abode in Memphis, the capital of the Old Kingdom of Egypt. The Finding of Moses had been a popular scene for painters, especially since the Late Renaissance.

Shaven-headed male attendant in white loincloths carry Pharaoh's daughter in an elaborately decorated chair. She wears a pink diaphanous gown and elaborate jewellery, and holds a flail in her left hand, a symbol of royalty; in her right hand, she holds a lotus flower. The style and decoration of her chair is informed by illustrations of Egyptian tomb paintings. Her feet rest on a footstool decorated with bound captives — another symbol of royalty — and also referring to the enslaved Israelites. Hieroglyphic cartouches identify her as the daughter of Ramesses II. It has been claimed that one of Alma-Tadema's daughters sat as the model for Pharaoh's daughter. Two male attendants wave ostrich feather fans, while two female attendants carry Moses in his cradle alongside. The cradle has been decorated with lotus flowers, tied on with a pink ribbon. Another female attendant plays a stringed instrument.

The painting is composed like a frieze, with bright blues and purples of delphiniums in the foregrounds; the procession passing behind; a space for the river; and then, in the background, on the other bank of the river, teams of slaves can be seen labouring under their dark-skinned overseers, possibly working on the pyramids at Giza on the opposite bank. The blues of the flowers are echoed by the lapis lazuli inlay of the chair, but contrast with yellows, oranges, reds and pinks.

The plinth and feet of a red granite statue are just visible to the front left, possibly copied from a statue of Seti II in the British Museum. The plinth bears more hieroglyphics, reading "Beloved of Ra, King of Upper and Lower Egypt."

#religious art #early 20th century #ancient egypt #moses #old testament #bible scripture #book of exodus #royalty #procession #river #landscape #christianity #egyptian #lawrence alma tadema #christian art

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madamlaydebug · 1 year ago

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“Soooo you mean to tell me that someone down your ancestry line survived being chained to other human bodies for several months in the bottom of a disease-infested ship during the Middle Passage, lost their language, customs and traditions, picked up the English language as best they could while working free of charge from sunup to sundown as they watched babies sold from out of their arms and women raped by ruthless slave owners.

Took names with no last names, no birth certificates, no heritage of any kind, braved the Underground Railroad, survived the Civil War to enter into sharecropping... Learned to read and write out of sheer will and determination, faced the burning crosses of the KKK, everted their eyes at the black bodies swinging from ropes hung on trees... Fought in World Wars as soldiers to return to America as boys, marched in Birmingham, hosed in Selma, jailed in Wilmington, assassinated in Memphis, segregated in the South, ghettoed in the North, ignored in history books, stereotyped in Hollywood... and in spite of it all someone in your family line endured every era to make sure you would get here and you receive one rejection, face one obstacle, lose one friend, get overlooked, and you want to quit? How dare you entertain the very thought of quitting. People, you will never know survived from generation to generation so you could succeed. Don’t you dare let them down!

Give this to your young people who don’t know their history and want to get weak!

It is NOT in our DNA to quit!”

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rjmartin11 · 1 year ago

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Just One Kiss

Chapter Four

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: Once upon a Memphis time, you and Elvis were very close friends who turned lovers. After he went into the Army, you both drifted apart, leaving you heartbroken. Time passes, and you go on a Vegas business trip with your long-term boyfriend, Edward, and find out that your old lover is performing at The International Hotel. Old feelings surface once again, and you plan on making this a trip neither of you will soon forget.

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: I didn't finish this chapter. I'm so sorry.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Four! If y'all survived the last chapter, let's see how y'all deal with this one! I was doing edits, and somehow, it posted the chapter early. Again, thank you, friends, for all your likes, comments, and reposts. They are all greatly appreciated! If you like this chapter, like, comment, or repost! Let's get to the drama!

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You wake up, and you're back in 1969, tucked away in the comfort of your Eddie's arms. You scoot away from him to catch your breath. You hadn't truly thought about Memphis or the ones you left behind for years.

When you arrived in Florida, your aunt was very welcoming. There wasn't anything she would do for you. You lived comfortably. More comfortably than in Memphis. You worked and toiled to help make ends meet.

You hated seeing your mama struggle to keep you both fed. Your single mother slaving to get all your essentials. It bothered you so much that you started helping with everything around the house. Cleaning behind yourself. Do the dishes and the laundry. Swiping and mopping the kitchen. Clearing the clutter. You were not going to burden your mother.

When you became of age, you started helping as much as you could. You got a job your junior year of school and kept up with your studies. Between work and school, you drifted apart from all your friends. After high school, you had no friends at all. Most were starting families, and others moved away for college.

That's where Elvis and the Memphis Mafia came in. They allowed you to let loose and have fun. Oh, the good times you had. All the parties, music, dancing, and food. They were your escape. Elvis was your haven.

You cried yourself to sleep for a week when you got to Florida. Thinking about Elvis and Anita. You couldn't seem to get it out of your mind. It tortured you for days. Your Aunt Lily was your saving grace. One night, she came into your room and said, "That's enough of that, Y/N. Go wash your face, and we'll talk."

You did as you were told and washed your face. When you entered back into your room, Aunt Lily was sitting on your bed with her hands on your cane placed in front of her. She took one hand and patted the mattress, asking you to sit beside her.

"What boy have you allowed to trouble you so?" Aunt Lily asked.

You look in her eyes with shock. How could she possibly know this? You said nothing to her at all.

"How...how did you know?" You stutter out.

"I've had my heartbroken once or twice in my youth. Boys, do those things hurt us and leave us crying as if we bought it on ourselves." She pauses and looks at you. Taking her hand and placing your chin to look her in the eyes. "Rule number one: big girls don't cry they get even. Don't ever let me see you cry over any boy again. You aren't a little girl anymore. As of last week, when you made the decision to move away from your mother's house, you were a woman. Act accordingly."

So began the lessons of moving on, letting go, and being a woman. Aunt Lily's words rung deep and true within you like a bell. The more you learned, the fewer things hurt. You saw things differently. The world was your oyster, and people were your toys.

You never ever forgave Elvis for hurting you. You allowed yourself to grow into a cold woman for not allowing your heart to heal properly. You used man instead of falling in love. Your excuse, "Men use women. Why can't we use them?" A lesson from your aunt.

Your Aunt Lily was a gentle soul, but you see the broken woman within. She loved hard and got hurt all the same. She married well, and her husband died and left her with a fortune she intended to pass to you. She truly loved your Uncle Martin, but she believed that he was taken from her as a punishment for all the pain she caused in her youth.

You sat in the window contemplating your life decisions. Everything you did in the last nine years led to this. Hurting the one who hurt you. You sip on your coffee and gaze on the window.

You hear Eddie groan and turn to see if he's okay. Oh, Eddie. Dear sweet, Eddie. He's a great guy, but you can't give him your heart. You've guarded it for too long. You don't believe that he'd hurt you, but you can't risk it.

For fear that you'd see Elvis again, you make the ultimate decision to conceal yourself in the room for the remainder of the trip. It's best to play this out safely.

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Back in the Penthouse:

Elvis and Laura are waking up.

"Good morning, Elvis." Laura whispers, running her hand through his hair.

"G'morning, baby. You sleep well?" Elvis asked, kissing her cheek.

"I always sleep well when I wake up in your arms. Oh. I gotta go pee pee."

Laura gets out of bed and rushes to the restroom. Elvis lays his head down on the pillow again. Closes his eyes and wishes you were here with him. He wishes you were both still in room 202. He sits quietly to conjure up a scheme to get you alone to talk.

"Elvis, baby, what do you have planned for today?" Laura calls out from the bathroom.

Elvis hears the toilet flush and the sink water as it runs down the drain.

"I gotta practice for the next show. Make sure everyone's on point. I'll be free for dinner tonight, though." He shouts back.

"That's great."

"What's on your agenda today?" Elvis asks curiously. Laura never truly cares what Elvis does, so he finds it interesting that she asked. He knows she's up to something but doesn't know what.

"I'm going to the pool with the girls, and I was going to ask that sweet friend of yours, Y/N, to come join us."

Elvis, realizing Laura's words, rose off the pillow to sit up in the bed. The plan is forming right before his eyes. He could have planned it better himself, but his hasty girlfriend is planning everything for him. A way for you to just be around so he can get you alone eventually. Laura continues to speak.

"I'm sure she's familiar with most of the wives. The more the merrier. We can even have dinner together tonight, baby. Wouldn't that be fun? I bet you eaten out with Y/N in years."

"Oh, not too long ago." Elvis thinks.

"I'm dying to meet her beau."

Elvis walks into the bathroom as she finishes up her facial routine. He grabs her from behind and looks at her in their reflections.

"Yeah, you should call her. Set up everything. Y/N a bit of a loner. She was really close to the girls' way back when. She may love an invite. But don't push her. If she says no. Just accept it and invite her to dinner. She won't refuse you on a second offer. It's not her way of doing things." Elvis explained, kissing Laura on the cheek.

"Okay. I will!" Laura rushes out the bathroom and begins to call your room.

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Back in your room with Eddie:

"Oh. Good morning, Y/N.

"Morning, Eddie. Would you like some coffee?"

"I'd love some coffee, baby. And a kiss, please." He asks with those fresh morning eyes.

You bring him over the other cup of coffee you ordered and place it on the nightstand. You lean over and kiss his lips.

"Did you sleep well, Eddie? No bad dreams?" You whisper to him, stroking his cheek.

"I slept well." Eddie says, grabbing your hand. "But I can tell you didn't. If you're up drinking coffee before me, I know something was weighing heavily on your dreams."

You look away from Eddie. Thinking about last night and Graceland and your cabin, all these thoughts consume your mind.

"Y/N, come back here to me." Eddie lightly tugs on your hand.

You turn back to look at him, a forced smile on your face. He doesn't have to know your inter thoughts. You can fake it til you make it.

"How's your breast?" He asks, changing the subject for you.

"Oh, it's just fine. All better. That butter took the sting right out." You say placing your hand on your chest.

"Eddie, what do you have planned for today?"

He sighs. Eddie hates to disappoint you, but the truth is,

"I have meetings that start in the next two hours. I'll be off on time for dinner, though. We can eat whatever you want."

"Two hours?"

Eddie nods his head, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, Eddie, baby. All we need is forty-five minutes." You say, leaning over to taste his coffee stained lips and tongue.

He is all for the morning sex and you want to erase all your sins from last night with Elvis. He's a few strokes inside you, then the phone rings.

"Ignore it, Eddie. Please." You beg.

"I'm sorry, baby. It may be important. It might be work wanting me sooner than expected." He says, rolling off of you. You grunt with unsatisfaction. Why does work have to be first? When do your needs get met?

"Hello?" Eddie answers the phone.

...

"Oh? One second, please. Y/N, it's for you? Eddie says, handing you the phone.

"For me?" You ask, confused. Who could be calling you? The only people who are aware of your presence here are Eddie and his work associates, but they don't knowledge you as a friend. The Mafia knows you're here and... Elvis. Oh no.

You place the phone to your ear and answer.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Y/N. It's Laura!" The voice booms in the receiver. Oh, this is worse. Much worse.

"Oh...ah... good morning, Laura. For what do I owe the pleasure of your call?" You ask, laying it on thick.

Eddie gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. You're disappointed that you didn't get off, and Eddie practically brushed you off for work. What was the point of this trip if you couldn't really be with him?

Laura continues to speak.

"I feel like we got along so well last night that I thought you might want to come to the pool with me and the Mafia wives."

You hesitate. You know a few of them and were not big on grand reunion with everyone. You planned on staying the duration of your trip in the room alone to avoid Elvis.

"Laura, dear, that's so sweet of you to consider me, but I'm afraid that won't be able to make it."

"Oh no. Why not? Are you sick?" Laura asked.

"Oh no. I'm quite well. I... have plans with Eddie. They will take up my morning."

"No, you don't." Eddie comes out the bathroom drying himself off. He speaks loud enough for Laura to overhear. "I gotta go into my first meeting." Eddie finishes.

You cover the mouth of the phone and speak to him. "Eddie, you said in two hours. Plus, you didn't finish my massage."

"Later. For dinner, baby. I promise." He leans in kissing your forehead.

"She going to the pool!" Eddie yells into the phone.

You widen your eyes as your plans for concealing yourself are thwarted.

"Yes! I'm so excited for you to come!" Laura shouts. You can practically see her jumping on the bed. "You'll love the girls. You probably know a few of them anyway. Have you had breakfast? Come eat breakfast with us."

"Ah. Okay." You surrender to her pleas. This is a battle that's been lost since Eddie outed you.

"Great. Meet us for brunch at eleven in the East Dining Hall. It's private, plus it leads right to the pool."

"Oh, I can't wait." You say with a hint of sarcasm.

"Me either. See you then. Bye!" Laura hangs up, and you hear the dial tone and slowly place the phone on the hook.

Eddie walks past you all dressed up for his meeting. Getting his tie together, he glazes at you. He feels your energy. He grins at you, knowing that he got you out of bed and up for breakfast.

"I feel so betrayed by the one who's supposed to care for me the most." You say.

"You go make some new friends, huh. Eat breakfast. Get out the room. You don't have any friends in California."

"Eddie, baby, you're my friend. I only need you."

"Y/N, baby. You have me. Go make more friends."

"I honestly don't want to make Laura a friend. I believe she's naive and deceitful. There's a chance she's more deceitful than..." You couldn't finish the sentence.

You know what kind of woman you are. You know what you've done. You've conned, lied, and deceived, and you indulged it. Yet it didn't make you happy. It didn't fill up the whole that Elvis practically punched through your heart. It did not mend the broken parts of your soul. It just kept you from crying.

"She more deceitful than who?" Eddie wondered, grabbing your hands to catch your attention.

"A girl I once knew from back home. She wasn't always cold. She was quite lively and sweet. Then your boyfriend broke her heart." You said, looking into Eddie's eyes.

"Wow. What happened to your friend?"

"No one knows."

Eddie kisses your hands and your forehead. "Baby, you need to tell me more about this over dinner. I gotta go now."

Eddie let's you go, grabs his wallet, and heads for the door.

"Have fun with your friends and be good." He says, closing the door behind him.

What he failed to realize is that you were better off alone. Once you leave this quiet room, the game is on. When you leave this room, no one is safe. Elvis and Laura are fair game and don't care who gets hurt. Let the chips fall where they may.

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You arrive at the brunch fashionably late for your entrance. You decided to wear your pink, orange, and white floral bikini set complete with sash and a shear white cover-up.

You see, the ladies gather their brunch plates. Some are seated, and others are chatting over the food selection. You look around for familiar faces, and then you spot her. You smirk and walk over to greet your old friend who's currently sitting with your hostess.

"Well, well." You state, catching everyone's attention. "Mrs. West, as I live and breathe."

The expression on Pat's face is shock and surprise. It's quite worth the price of admission.

"Y/N? Oh my goodness, Y/N!" Pat stands from her seat and runs to you, embracing her long-lost friend from Memphis. You're a bit taken aback. You didn't know how she'd take your presents.

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beardedmrbean · 2 years ago

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Dude, you probably haven't seen this yet it nuts.

https://nypost.com/2022/11/25/black-hebrew-israelites-descend-on-barclays-we-are-the-real-jews/

What the hell is going in in NYC right now?

And people try to say you're a nazi while these guys are marching seemingly uncontested.

What the fuck

Hundreds of members of a Black Jewish Israelite group chanted “we are the real Jews” as they descended on Brooklyn’s Barclays Center during pro-Kyrie Irving marches, videos show.

A massive line of followers, all donning shirts of the group “Israel United in Christ,” were captured Sunday bellowing “we’ve got some good news” and “we are the real Jews,” according to footage posted on social media, which has since gone viral.

Separate footage also shared to social media Monday shows a sea of purple shirts marching towards the Brooklyn Nets’ arena.

“Black Hebrew Israelites out in force today, chanting ‘we are the real Jews’ and ‘time to wake up,’ as they marched toward the Barclay’s Center in support of Kyrie Irving’s return,” Ari Ingel, director of the pro-Israel organization Creative Community for Peace, tweeted alongside the clip.

The group also handed out flyers outside arena that claimed to share the “truth about anti-Semitism,” according to the Jerusalem Post.

One of the handouts said the group’s heritage was removed “through the monstrous holocaust known as the trans-Atlantic slave trade.”

The group was there in support of Irving, the Nets point guard who was suspended after he posted a link on social media to a Holocaust-questioning movie called “Hebrews to Negroes: Wake up Black America.”

Members of the Israel United in Christ also protested at Barclays during Irving’s suspension, with a deacon telling saying “Kyrie Irving himself understands that not only are we Semitic ourselves, but it is contradictory and hypocritical to say someone is anti-Semitic when they are Semitic.”

The Israel United in Christ was founded in New York and now has 71 locations in the US, with claims that blacks and other people of color are the “children of Israel,” according to the Anti-Defamation League.

The group’s march appears to have coincided with Irving’s return Sunday in a game with the Memphis Grizzlies following a brief suspension and an apology from the hoopster.

The viral videos in Brooklyn over the weekend sparked prompt backlash on social media, with the American Jewish Committee saying the “we are the real Jews” was a “troubling anti-Semitic trope with dangerous potential.”

“We cannot allow this supremacist ideology to spread and gain greater acceptance,” the group said in a statement.

“Claiming Jewish people are ‘Not the Real Jews’ perpetuates antisemitism around the world,” the statement added. “Sometimes, a vocal minority with fringe beliefs dominates the conversation simply because no one speaks up.”

Flyers obtained by the Jerusalem Post handed out by the demonstrators proclaimed: “You are the children of the Slave Trade,” and said “the prophets warned us that if we broke God’s commandments, we would be punished as a people.”

Another flyer quoted by the newspaper said there is a “pattern of enslavement, systemic oppression, bullying, legal manipulation and anti-black political lobbying, including silencing black voices” in media outlets.

“The biblical Israelites are targeted and accused of hate day and night without rest,” the flyer said, according to the Jerusalem Post.

“Our knowledge of our heritage and laws has been systematically removed from us through the monstrous holocaust known as the trans-Atlantic slave trade. They may lie to the world and deny us of our birthright, yet Jesus the Christ, our Black Messiah, confirms the truth of who we are. We are not antisemitic, we are Semitic.”

Boston Celtics star Jaylen Brown in now-deleted tweet wrote “Energy” in a retweet of the video of the demonstration, but later said he had mistaken the group for an African-American fraternity.

An NYPD spokesperson said there were no arrests on file from the demonstration and couldn’t provide a crowd estimate. The Post has reached out to a Barclays Center spokesperson. ___________________

I see the American nazi party has changed tactics and skin colour as well, not that we weren't already wildy aware of these guys after their performance at the march for life in 2019 with Sandman and the stolen valor dude.

Nice to know Twitter and such was leaving them be, let's see if muskrat or zucc will do something about this.

Then again the rampant homophobia, misogyny, Antisemitism, and racism didn't so zucc may not care.

Think I'm gonna just go ahead and refer to these bigots as the american nazi party from now on, they've taken up the mantle so they can have the name.

#anonymous #yikes

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