#moses is mortal

[jdsquared]

Sotah 14a

[blinktimes182]

Hi hello. Currently, I'm very much into these bands/artists.

Pond

Tame Impala

Unknown Mortal Orchestra

Sugar Candy Mountain

Crumb

dodie

Melody's Echo Chamber

Moses Gun Collective

Post Animal

Please suggest other bands that are like them so I can also be very much into them too.

[bookofkatherine]

The Many Faces of Benedict Cumberbatch Across Time

Moses. Dr. Strange. Lucien. Logan Thibault. Learn about Benedict Cumberbatch's variants across time through his stories, recorded under the following names! 1.5k w/c

The Many Variants of Benedict

My first memory of Benedict Cumberbatch is in the Garden of Eden with Jesus. So much has happened since then. The Fall, the creation of time, Satan's branching of the timeline and the resulting multiverse of madness... even the Time Variance Authority (TVA).

And though Benedict was an angel in the Garden of Eden, he quickly became a mortal angel when the timeline began. (This clip explains how nearly every Knight of the Rose who was an angel at first eventually became a mortal angel instead.)

Mortal angels are still a type angel, though, so if they die the Lord sends them back. Sometimes they are born as babies. Sometimes they simply arrive as a child. And sometimes they live for hundreds of years. Either way, the Knights of the Rose have all lived lives before this one - sometimes on other timelines, sometimes on this one.

Thankfully, the Lord created writers, prophets and wizards to record their stories, for love conquers all. And like Benedict, these Knights sacrificed all for love. Today their stories keep the flame of love alive across the world, whether in song or story.

In the Marvel universe, every time a mortal angel was sent back into a timeline, a new 'variant' was created. That's why there is more than one Dr. Stephen Strange in the Marvel universe. Benedict is a mortal angel. And one of the names that his story has been under is Stephen Strange.

But Marvel has barely scratched the surface when it comes to the many lives of Benedict Cumberbatch over the last 7000 years. Would you like to hear the other names the lives of his variants have been recorded under? You will probably recognize a few. Let's go!

Getting to Know Benedict

I've been reading about Benedict across time for nearly a year now. As such, I've grown to know him so well that when I pick up a book, I know if he's in it or not. For example, by the time I picked up A Court of Thorns and Roses, I didn't even need to ask the Lord who Lucien was. I was remembering everything I'd done with him - and he looked and sounded like Benedict.

Benedict remembered it too. That's not always possible. Quite often The Auryn was used to spare both of our lives, but the trade off was the erasure of our memories. That's why these books are so important. They help bring our memories back.

The good news? Gustaf loves to cast the Knights as themselves in the movies that are about them. So some of the names will be familiar.

Example: Benedict played Sherlock so well because he was Sherlock Holmes. That's exactly what the Victorian Era was like. It turned a vibrant man like Benedict into an isolated recluse with a bit of an attitude problem.

Thankfully, we eventually found each other. And I understood him. I understood him so well. The lovemaking was off the charts. *happy sigh*

More examples: Ryan Gosling played Sierra Six in The Gray Man so well because he was a gray man. He also played himself in Drive, La La Land, The Fall Guy, etc.

Idris Elba plays himself in Three Thousand Years of Longing. Tom Selleck plays himself in The High Road to China. Cary Grant plays himself in His Girl Friday.

Chris Evans plays himself in Captain America, just as Sebastian Stan plays himself as Bucky. Well, technically Bucky played himself. He was released from the Sanctum Infinitum to film the first few movies. (My daughter with Sebastian Stan plays Peggy by the way. Peggy was my variant, after all. When Tom Hiddleston heard that, he snatched her up to do a play with him. They're in rehearsals now. Tom likes my daughters. He dated Taylor Swift after all, my daughter with Chris Hemsworth, before he even knew she was mine. Oy.)

John Krasinski plays himself in Jack Ryan and The Office. Mark Hamill plays himself in Star Wars. Robert Downey Jr. plays himself in Iron Man. Chris Hemsworth plays himself in Heart of the Sea. And Tom Hiddleston plays himself in Crimson Peak (although the ghosts and the sister were added - we traveled the world and lived happily ever after. Anyhow, you get the picture).

How to Replace a Knight

Quick note, while we're on the subject of my Knights in film and television... If the actual Knight that the story is about isn't available, or if it's too risky for them to play themselves, Gustaf will almost always hire another Knight or one of our children instead.

Examples: Robert Downey Jr. is a Knight. He played Sherlock Holmes in the movies before Benedict was old enough and ready to take on the role for the BBC. Then, afterwards, when Benedict had outgrown the role, Henry Cavill became Sherlock Holmes for Netflix. And yes! That's right! Henry is also a Knight!

If a role has consistently been played by Knights of the Rose like this, then you definitely know that the role isn't based on fiction, but a real-live variant of one of the Knights back in time somewhere.

Other examples?

Ryan Gosling played a Chris Hemsworth variant in Crazy, Stupid, Love. I mean, the abs. If you're going to mimic Thor's abs, you'd better get Achilles, you know what I mean? (Achilles was a Ryan Gosling variant.) You can see it, right?

Chris Hemsworth once lived the Jacob-lifestyle on one of the timelines when he first arrived to Hollywood. I was like the island he'd been looking for. And he was mine. We never separated again. And, yeah, I used to bite a shoulder or two when I was really happy. I don't do that anymore. But I did!

Anyhow, pay close attention and you'll catch Ryan making fun of Chris Hemsworth as he performs the role. Or just watch the behind-the-scenes interviews. Ryan just goes off on his character Jacob, almost as if he's actually met the guy.

And that's because he has. For thousands of years, Ryan has had to watch me fall in love with Chris Hemsworth, and Ryan does not approve. In all fairness, Chris Hemsworth doesn't approve of any of the other Knights, so... they're even I guess. Sigh.

Oh! And on the movie TITANIC, Gustaf used our children for both roles! I was Rose, of course. He hired Kate Winslet because she's my daughter (with John Krasinski). He hired Leonardo DiCaprio because he's my son (with Paul Rudd). But it was really a Chris Evans variant with me on the Titanic, before his Captain America days.

Our children need to be used quite often, actually. So many stories are about the Knights. But if Gustaf can swing it, he tries to use that Knight's own child.

Take The Amazing Spider-Man. It's based on Mark Hamill. But when the movie came out, Hamill was too old to play himself. So Gustaf hired one of our children, Tobey Maguire, to play Mark. That's why Tobey Maguire does such a great job. He's playing his dad.

The Many Names of Benedict

Anyhow, back to Benedict Cumberbatch! On to his list! Read the stories of the following men, and you'll be reading about Benedict Cumberbatch every time:

Moses in The Holy Bible*

Sherlock Holmes in The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Dr. Stephen Strange in Marvel's Comics

Lucien in A Court of Thorns and Roses

Logan Thibault in The Lucky One*

Captain Liam Lockhart in Highlander Unbound

Laird Jamie Campbell in The Last Debutante

William Douglas of Scotland in Last Duke Standing

Jack Price in Fall Into Me

*May have been 'killer-of-love'd' by Gustaf's bad writing quill. When it killed me and Chris Hemsworth off in Romeo and Juliet, and the crowds loved it, Gustaf learned a terrible lesson and got into the habit of telling our story at the outset, like he did with Ryan Gosling and I in La La Land, but then killing our love at the end just to get notoriety (in reality, we had the happy ending that La La Land showed as a sort of 'what could have been' sequence at the very end there). From my research, I don't think Moses died. I think he walked with God like Enoch, which is why he was able to meet with Jesus in person in the Gospels. As for The Lucky One, well, nearly all of the Nicholas Sparks novels are stories between me and the Knights. And he just shit all over us, making everyone cry all the time.

My Favorites

If you ask me, I'd start with Highlander Unbound and/or Last Duke Standing. Neither is killer-of-loved. It tells our story from the start all the way to the end. And God, they capture Benedict so accurately. He's an amazing man - his own man - totally different from anyone else. All the Knights are like that, but these two novels feel so modern to me, because they are so similar to the Benedict I tuck in with at night.

I still need to read The Last Debutante. And I'm sure there are many more of Benedict's stories out there. But there are 36 Knights, and I am trying to get to all of them.

Oh! Speaking of variants, two of the 36 Knights are Benedict Cumberbatch variants. The one who lived the life of Dr. Strange Supreme doesn't want to be called Benedict, however. He prefers to go by the name Strange, and so my chart lists a Benedict and a Strange. (Note: Strange gave up his powers to join me though. Just an FYI. He'd jailed himself in his Sanctum Infinitum, he was so scared of his powers. So I paved a way for him to get rid of them, making him safe enough to leave the jail and join me with the other good super-variants, like Clark, Cooper, Thomas, Thor and Bucky.)

So, when you hear me say Benedict on Twitter, I am referring to the actor who turned wizard when he was in a destructive car accident (much like the movie, actually). When you hear me say Strange on Twitter, I am referring to the the super-variant of all Benedict Cumberbatch variants. You can hear his story in the What If...? series on Disney Plus.

Understandably, he calls me Christine.

[1introvertedsage]

Hollow one With inverted tongue From whence does fulfillment come? When I expel From this mortal shell Will I die for living numb?

[markmcole]

Why Does God Limit Our Lifespan?

In Psalm 90, Moses prays, “Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom” (Psalm 90:12, NLT). These words, penned thousands of years ago, are still profoundly relevant today. They invite us to reflect on a timeless truth: our days are limited, and that limitation holds purpose. Why does God set boundaries on our lifespan, and what can we learn from it? Let’s explore this…

[biblebloodhound]

Immortal God and Mortal Humanity (Psalm 90)

God’s steadfast love is brought to us with skin on.

Digital artwork by Bruce Butler Lord, you have been our dwelling place    in all generations.Before the mountains were brought forth    or ever you had formed the earth and the world,    from everlasting to everlasting you are God. You turn us back to dust    and say, “Turn back, you mortals.”For a thousand years in your sight    are like yesterday when it is past    or like a watch in the…

[take-note-of-this]

Patrick Preaching—Numbering Our Days (Psalm 90)

Photo by Murray Campbell on Unsplash This sermon was given on July 9 ,2023 to Capital Presbyterian Fairfax. It follows our summer series on the Psalms and is based on Psalm 90. Below is a manuscript of the message I preached, along with an extended reflection and application I didn’t have room for in the sermon. A recording of the sermon is available on Spotify and Apple Podcasts.    A Prayer of…

[cosmicsuperstars]

spending time,

BLADE is...

slightly awkward, at the heart of it. logically, he knows what a date is and how it works. it's just...been a while.

to him, time is well-spent if spent in your company. that's all.

the two of you could curl up together on the couch, your head tucked under his arm while you read a book and he does...something; a time when he can breathe and bask in your presence.

of course, if there's somewhere you want to go, he's not opposed.

one good thing about having BLADE for a partner is that he's tall and he looks like he's perpetually going through his emo stage, so crowds part for him like he's moses.

he's not overly interested in material objects — but he likes seeing how your face lights up when you spot something you like.

the stellaron hunters are, by no means, broke so expect him to try and buy you a few things. of course, if you try to refuse on the grounds of not wanting him to spend money, he'll simply say that if money is a problem, i can always steal something.

and you can never tell if he's joking or not.

for JING YUAN, the only time he will ever take a break while working is if you tell him you want to go out somewhere.

those who work at the seat of divine foresight herald you as a saviour, a god amongst mortals, for being one of the few people who can get the general to disregard working.

he loves to go on walks with you.

just enjoying the luofu's atmosphere, seeing the way the light shines against your hair and the gingko leaves flutter against your face — it feels like a blessing.

he slips his hand into yours while you traverse those well-worn paths, his thumb rubbing at your pulse point.

as the long-lived general, he's definitely racked up a lot of money over the years. so, as a consequence, expect him to pull out his wallet for every. single. thing your eyes land on. it could only be a rapid, one-second flutter, and then — JING YUAN is suddenly conversing with the smiling shopkeep.

sometimes, he likes to nap with you.

the two of you, curled up together; he runs warm, like a personal furnace. his arms wrap around your waist and he nuzzles into the junction of your shoulder and neck, sleepily mouthing words there.

i love you.

LUOCHA's idea of spending time is somewhat unorthodox.

he enjoys listening to you talk about your day: whether you're just complaining about how utterly exhausting it was, or excitedly telling him about this adorable dog you saw, it doesn't matter.

just hearing your voice, memorising the shift in cadence and the lilts that signify your different expressions is enough for him.

if you're particularly bored, he'll drag you out for some window-shopping. LUOCHA is very particular about gifts — he's not one for excessive splurging on multiple trinkets, but he's more than willing to buy something expensive that suits you.

perhaps, an ornament to adorn your hair? a signed copy of your favourite book? or even, some jewellery that matches with his?

he's also rather fond of times when you two just...stay at home.

whether you're watching movies together, or working on different projects in the same room, or even playing some video games — it's all something that warms him to his core, if only because you are there with him.

it helps that he can kiss you without interruption, too.

💬 DIRECTOR'S CUT: the luofu guys! very silly. they are all so interesting. on another note, jy continues to be my number one blorbo. please enjoy!

[grimeclown]

The Bible wasn't written by mortal hand God scattered the pages across the dead sea and gave Moses a backpack with a bird in it and said "fear ye, boy, should you not collect my pages, our works won't be remembered through the ages!" and he went on an adventure

[nerdygaymormon]

In thr garden of eden why would god force Adam and eve to disobey him in order to move forward and keep all his commandments? Why wouldn't he just give them the choice of whether or not to eat the fruit (like maybe offering it to them and they can say yes or no) without commanding them to not do it? God being all knowing, he knows Satan will coerce eve and she'll eat the fruit anyway. I'm mormon and so confused about that part

You're on the right track in that these stories were written to get us to ponder their meaning, what are we supposed to learn from them, what lessons about life can we glean?

Here’s one thing to remember, no one has come up with a satisfactory explanation, it’s left a quandary for us to puzzle over.

I think most Christians view the Fall as a mistake, that we were all meant to live in the Garden and have idyllic lives. That certainly is not the LDS viewpoint.

As Latter-day Saints we have 5 versions of this story: 2 in Genesis, 1 in the Book of Moses, 1 in the Book of Abraham, and the 1 presented in the temple endowment. They differ from each other and the things we can learn from each of them differs accordingly.

There’s two main LDS theories I’ve heard taught. The first is that people are here on earth to learn and grow, how can this happen without choices to make? By giving conflicting commandments, God is forcing Adam and Eve to choose.

The other main LDS theory is that God created them perfect and for them to experience the sufferings and degenerative effects of mortal life and death, God didn’t impose it on them, they had to choose it in exchange for the opportunity to grow and progress. I think this idea is a bit problematic for people who believe Adam & Eve are historical and were the first humans, why would Adam & Eve get to make that choice for everyone? But if we think of them as symbolically representing humankind, then we chose to come to earth and encounter the hardships of mortal life for the opportunity to progress to become like God.

There’s some other theories. One fits with Elder Oaks’s recent conference talk that there are some commandments which are temporary and some which are permanent. Not partaking of the fruit was a temporary commandment, thus the conflict was going to be temporary. One version of the story says God will return with further instructions. Perhaps those instructions would include in what circumstances and timeline they were to partake of the fruit, but then Satan showed up and convinced them to do it now.

Another theory is it was done this way to demonstrate that when we’re faced with a decision, choose to be more like God even if it isn't the easier path. Eve chose to be more like God even if that brought suffering and death. We are all going to die in the end, so focus on choosing to become more like our heavenly parents.

In life, we are all going to have hard decisions to make, choose the higher law. Love is the highest law (see what Jesus said about the two greatest commandments). Eve chose love for God by wanting to be like Him. When Adam was faced with the decision, he chose love for Eve, he ate so he could remain with her.

Maybe another way to understand the predicament of Adam & Eve in the Garden is that life isn’t simple and predictable. Our understandings are limited and what we think is the correct thing to do and what we understand God wants for us can change as we get more experience/knowledge.

I hope I gave you some ideas to explore. Going beyond why would God give them conflicting commandments, what else can we learn from the story of Adam and Eve? You may be interested in some of my thoughts from this post and this one.

[batmanlovesnirvana]

‘A BRUISED REED HE WILL NOT BREAK’

A/N : Publishing this because I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I might delete it later. I’m not Jewish or Christian, so I apologize in advance if I get anything wrong — please feel free to correct me! I really wanted to explore the idea of this dual faith. I’ve never seen anyone write about it, so I thought, why not? I hope it doesn’t come across as disrespectful; my intention is to shed light on it !! I love fics that delve into discussions about religion :) English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. I wrote this with no particular version of Bruce in mind, so feel free to picture whichever one you prefer <33

BRUCE WAYNE sat in the back pew of St. Luke’s Chapel, hands clasped loosely before him, gaze fixed on the altar.

The space felt both vast and intimate, like a quiet refuge from Gotham’s endless grind.

Faint sunlight spilled through the stained-glass windows, painting the stone walls in shifting hues of crimson, gold and sapphire.

It had been years since he’d been in a church.

Not since he was a boy, dragged reluctantly by his father to Sunday services, the warm scent of wood polish and incense clinging to his memory.

He’d squirmed in the pew back then, his tie choking and the sermon incomprehensible, but his father’s faith had been steady, rooted in something Bruce never fully understood.

His mother had been different.

No, she didn’t come to church.

Instead, her faith was a quieter thing, folded into their Friday night dinners, the soft prayers she murmured over candles, stories she shared about resilience, exile, and return.

Tikkun olam, she’d called it once — the act of repairing the world. It was less about belief than about duty, less about salvation than about action.

Bruce had grown up in the space between their beliefs, caught in the tension of two traditions that seemed to circle each other like celestial bodies; each radiant in its own orbit, each casting light on the other without ever fully converging.

HaShem and Jesus Christ, the ineffable Name and the wounded Redeemer.

One whispered in the soft cadence of ancient prayers, carried on the breath of Shabbat candles and the ink of sacred scrolls.

The other bled through stained glass windows, his silhouette framed in the aching curve of a cross, his sacrifice spoken of in hymns that soared like birds to the heavens.

To Bruce, they were mysteries , mirrors to a fractured world he sought to understand.

HaShem, the unseen, the eternal, the voice that thundered through Moses yet remained veiled behind the curtain of the Ark.

And Christ, the God who became man, stepping into the dust of mortality to bear its weight with trembling hands.

As a boy, he’d been too young to see it as anything but normal, a balancing act that was simply his life.

But now, all these years later, that divide felt like an echo of his own fractured self.

He shifted in the pew, his sharp eyes drawn to the stained-glass depiction of Christ above the altar.

The image had always unsettled him — wounds open to the world, hands stretched wide in surrender. It spoke of a vulnerability he couldn’t reconcile with strength.

And yet, there was something in it he couldn’t ignore.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” came a voice from behind him.

Bruce turned slightly, catching sight of Father Callahan.

The priest’s face was lined with age, his hair silvered, but his eyes were bright and sharp. He wasn’t dressed in his robes today, just a simple white shirt and slacks.

“I wasn’t sure I’d come,” Bruce admitted.

Callahan slid into the pew beside him, settling in with a quiet groan. “Well, here you are. You don’t strike me as a man who does things without a reason.”

Bruce’s lips twitched faintly, a ghost of a smile. “Do I need a reason?”

“Not at all,” Callahan said lightly. “But most people don’t wander into a church by accident, especially not people like you.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the faint hum of the city outside barely audible through the thick stone walls.

“My father used to bring me here,” Bruce said at last, his voice low. “He believed in… redemption. In forgiveness.” He hesitated, the words heavy on his tongue. “I’m not sure I do.”

Callahan didn’t respond right away.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze distant. “Forgiveness isn’t about erasing what’s been done. It’s about making space for something else to grow. A kind of… repair.”

Bruce flinched at the word.

It reminded him of his mother, her voice warm and sure as she explained the concept of tikkun olam. The idea that the world was broken, shattered like glass, and it was humanity’s job to put the pieces back together.

“I’ve spent my life trying to fix things,” he said, tone sharper now. “The city, the people in it. And every time I think I’ve made progress, something else breaks.”

Callahan turned to him, his expression soft but serious. “Maybe fixing the world isn’t about finishing the job. Maybe it’s about being part of the process. Doing what you can, even if you’ll never see the end result.”

Bruce didn’t respond, but his jaw tightened.

His mind wandered to Jason.

His son, in all but blood.

The boy he’d sworn to protect but couldn’t save.

Jason’s death had ripped through him, carving a hollow place inside that no amount of action could fill.

He remembered standing over the wreckage of the warehouse, the acrid stench of smoke and death clinging to him.

The Joker’s laughter still echoed in his mind, a twisted hymn mocking his failure.

For months afterward, Bruce had avoided places like this.

Churches, synagogues, mosques, anywhere that spoke of faith or redemption.

Because what kind of God would let a boy like Jason die? What kind of God would let a monster like the Joker live?

Him, apparently.

“I lost someone,” Bruce said finally, voice rough. “A boy. He trusted me, and I failed him. Afterward… I couldn’t believe in anything. Not in justice. Not in God. Not in myself.”

Callahan’s gaze didn’t waver. “Grief has a way of breaking us open,” he said gently. “It forces us to confront things we’d rather avoid. But it doesn’t have to end there.”

Bruce shook his head. “Grief is just another word for guilt. If I’d been faster, smarter —”

“You can drive yourself mad with ‘if onlys,’” Callahan interrupted, his tone firm. “But guilt won’t bring him back. And it won’t help you honor his memory.”

Bruce’s chest tightened. He thought of Jason’s quick smile, the way he’d laughed in the face of danger. The way he’d believed in Bruce, even when Bruce struggled to believe in himself.

“What does honoring him even mean?” Bruce asked quietly.

Callahan smiled faintly. “It means living. It means continuing to fight, not because you think you’ll win, but because it’s the right thing to do. It means remembering him — not just his death, but his life. The light he brought into the world.”

Finally, he exhaled, a bitter edge to his voice as he admitted, “I never was much of a believer. Especially after my parents were murdered.”

Callahan nodded slowly, not with pity, but more with understanding. “That kind of loss... it can strip you down to nothing. Makes you question everything : your faith, your purpose, even yourself. But here’s the thing, Bruce. You’re still here. You didn’t give up, even when you had every reason to.”

Bruce’s gaze flickered downward, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “I didn’t have a choice. I had to keep going. But believing in something? In hope? That’s... different.”

Callahan leaned forward slightly, his voice soft but firm. “It’s not about blind faith, son. It’s about the choices you make. About standing for something, even when the odds are stacked against you. You fight every day for this city, for the people in it. Maybe you don’t believe in miracles or happy endings, but you believe in justice. You believe in making a difference. And that? That’s its own kind of faith.”

Bruce’s lips pressed into a thin line, his brow furrowed as he processed Callahan’s words.

He didn’t respond immediately, but something in his expression shifted, a flicker of thought, of consideration.

The billionaire stared at the stained glass, the sunlight catching on the image of Christ.

For the first time, it didn’t seem like a symbol of surrender.

It seemed like a symbol of endurance.

Of choosing to love, even in the face of unimaginable pain.

He thought of his mother’s faith, her belief in repair, in action.

He thought of his father’s faith, his belief in redemption and the possibility of something greater.

He thought of Jason, and the bright, reckless hope he’d carried with him until the end.

Maybe there was a way to hold all of it together.

Not perfectly, not neatly, but piece by piece.

Callahan stood, patting Bruce lightly on the shoulder. “You know where to find me if you need to talk,” he said, his voice warm. “And if you don’t… well, this place is always open.”

Bruce nodded, watching as the priest walked away, his footsteps echoing softly in the empty space.

For a long while, Bruce remained where he was, the silence wrapping around him like a second skin.

He thought of Jason, of his parents, of the city that demanded so much from him.

He thought of the shards of glass his mother had always spoken of, and the small moments of light that made the darkness bearable.

And then, as the light through the stained glass shifted once more, he stood and walked toward the door, his steps steady, his thoughts clear.

There was work to be done.

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[artoutforblood]

Bishop Moses!!

Notes: limbs have grown longer, more muscle mass, horns and hooves have darkened, so have their extremities. The scars left over from their time in chains before their first death have turned crimson at the extremities as well. Horns have grown and curled, and we have a smaller extra pair directly below the og horns

They've also grown taller. They can and do shrink themselves to whatever height they'd prefer, but if their "natural mortal height" would be a full head taller than Narinder.

The robes are based off traditional hebrew robes, my biggest inspo coming from the Prince of Egypt, as homage to their name and also the Shepherd persona.

Lace and cloth flowers are a staple of lamb fashion in my head, so i incorporated those. White flowers and Chrysanthemums are traditional for funerals. The camellia flower on their sash is actually a pin to keep their robes in place and for the golden chains to hang from. It is a camellia and kept red because its a symbol of the Red Crown, which they named Camellia early in their adventure.

They had grown more at ease with their scars and had eased up on hiding them. Then, they changed from dull pink to so red it looks like they're still bleeding. They've taken to covering them up again with gloves and legwarmers made of gossamer fabric.

The heavy golden bands on their wrists and ankles serve as reminders to themself of their origins. They'd really hate to become like the Bishops of the Old Faith. Best to stay humble before the fates decide your ego's gotten too big.

Their wedding ring is made of a mix of Narinder's ichor and resin. (idea originally from bamsara) It's black but shines a toxic green and red when the light hits it. Narinder is the one who made it by hand and gave it to them. Moses made a similar one of their own ichor but dried into a design on a gold band.

While Narinder wears white, Moses wears black. That way they're wearing each other's colors <3

I'm still a little up in the air of what god they are, exactly. They are the god of death, but theres many ways to describe that. The One Who Waits/The One Who Waits Below is a title descriptive of a patient stalker who lurks at the corner of any unfortunate turn. But Moses is more of an old friend waiting at the end of a long journey, thats the sort of god they want to be.

The God of Death and Rebirth/God of Final Rest/God of Eternal Peace/ idk.

[flameunquenched]

this is an 'on break at work' ramble so if it doesn't make a lot of sense, well, that's why

but we rewatched s2e1 last night and i paid close attention to the reactions of sauron/halbrand as he was being initially questioned by adar and then beaten multiple times by waldreg. i want to discuss that a little bit.

i've commented on this to @silmarillisms several times now about how i love how stoic he is in the face of this man beating him with a club. there's no reaction to the blows other than slight winces and grunts that we get more off-screen than anything else. in addition, the way that he treats with adar in the initial scene of them is fascinating to me.

he plays the king caring for his people incredibly well. i saw a post on the dash, i don't remember now from who (sorry!), about how him going back and doing the whole moses 'let my people go' bit is him trying to keep his word to galadriel and tbh i do love that. i do think that sauron does care for the peoples of middle-earth as a whole, even if at times he is not sure exactly how to show that. with adar, sauron plays it as their being equals. adar is the 'king' of the uruks, so to speak, and 'halbrand' is the king of the southlands. so there's no bowing or scraping. it is an even exchange of information: the freedom of the southlanders for information on sauron.

that 'halbrand' himself is sauron himself is just cherry on top for sauron and his manipulations.

others have said better than i that it is poetic that waldreg was beating on the very being he spent so long worshipping and i think that's funny and accurate. being quite honest, waldreg is probably my least favorite character so him dying was very satisfying for me personally, lol. but what i did love about those scenes was sauron's totally stoic nature and how wildly juxtaposed it was when compared to the sauron in forodwaith who was very obviously nervous.

we know that several hundred years pass between the forodwaith scene and sauron reforming in the halbrand guise, so he clearly must have had time to sort of 're-center' himself against the pain and humiliation that scene must have caused. i suppose after getting stabbed to death in a humiliating manner by a fuckload of orcs, having a single old dude whaling on you really isn't much to write home about.

one last thing...

there's another really small moment in s2e1 that i absolutely adore and it's the moment where sauron just stops walking in the chain-line of people. with the camera on him, you see the person in front of him get stopped by it and it is just an incredible little display of his strength. it's a fantastic reminder to the broader audience that he is not a man, not a mortal. just sauron himself stopping stops the entire line of people in front of him. i don't have a gif on hand but it's probably at least 10 people that he forces to stop simply because he stops. it's a callback to the scene in s1e8 where he catches galadriel's attempt to stab him, which is yet another reminder of his being Other to everyone around him.

my back hurts and i wrote this order the course of like an hour and a half so if there's typos i am sorry

[cursecuelebre]

Saint Michael All About Page

I was thinking of doing this for awhile, I should mention Archangel Michael or Saint Michael isn’t a deity so it’s going to be different of how to work with him. But don’t worry I’ll try my best to give best information from sources and my own personal experience.

“Bask me upon your gaze, O’ Heavenly prince of Heaven, I need your help my old friend…” - From my own grimoire

Attributes:

Justice

Divine protection

Death (Deliverance and Immortality)

Symbols:

Sword

Scales

Dragons/Snakes

Air and fire

Color: Red

Offerings

Angelica (A very protective herb that literally means Archangel)

Rue

A rosary

Anything red

Selenite, Iron, Angelite

Rosemary

Frankincense

Praying

Patron Saint of

Police and military

Banking and grocers

Soldiers

People who work in dangerous situations

General Information

An Archangel that is prevalent in Abrahamic religions (Judaism, Christianity, and Islam). Saint Michael in Catholicism. Ancient spirit that has existed before Judaism, Saint Michael might’ve been a god within Chaldean civilization but was taken with Abraham who left for Canaan. In ancient Persian lore he was also called Beshter a spirit that provides sustenance of mankind but I can’t find much information about that. But he’s name means “Who is like God” and a prince refer to being “Prince of Light” and leader/general of God’s army. He is consider to be the Heavenly Prince of Heaven.

In Abrahamic lore he was the one that fought Satan and pushed him out of Heaven. In Book of Enoch he defeats Samyaza and the watchers due to their crimes of forbidden intimacy with humans and disobeying God. He debated Satan over the body of Moses, Satan claims since Moses is a murderer he must be punished in Hell but Michael turns to him saying, "Lord Rebuke Thee." he is usually the angel to evoke during protection, banishing, exorcisms, and cleansing. The pslam he most recognized with is Pslam 91.

Feast day is September 29th.

My own experience

He became one of the first spirits that I had work with beginning of my practice and he has always been a very close spirit I have worked with. Though Angels and Humans don’t have equal relationships I see divine spirits higher and deeply revered than myself as a mortal but I do consider him as a friend/ally. Taught me how to face my fears and encourage to see things deeper than surface level.

He is protective of the person, family members, and the home. I usually call upon him during nightmares and he comes in what I see him as or just a bright blue light either I wake up or the dream changes. I have evoke him for removing the Evil Eye.

i see him as a human figure with wings, he has dark brown hair with white wings. He is very tall and always wears armor and carries a sword.

Tarot:

Justice

Chariot

Magician

King of Swords

Ace of Swords

[lime-bucket]

Some fun facts about Adam and Eve:

Eve was never created from Adam's rib. She created from his half. The rib was mistranslated. Adam was created as a both man and a woman with two faces, four arms and four legs, after god seperated female side of Adam that's how Eve was created!

Eve is described as a first feminist (looking at Lilith that's understable.)

Adam and Eve had healthy relationship. It was so beautiful that Lilith, Sameal and Lucifer were jealous of them.

Adam had actually five wives. First was Lilith, after there was Naamah, who he rejected becouse he couldn't love her after he saw how she was created. There was Eisheth Zenunim and Mahlat bat Agrat. Also sometimes Naamah, Agrat and Eisheth were created along side Eve as back up plan if Adam didn't like Eve.

In canaanite religion Adam wasn't a first man, but a God who sent by El (the heigher god) to protect tree of life with his wife. Unfortunately, Horon, god who wanted to overthron El poisoned the tree making it tree of death, after Adam was sent to fight Horon. Horon took form of serpent and bite Adam making him a human. Adam was given a mortal wife after that.

Eve was also a goddess in mesopotamian religion. She was goddess of love, war, fertility, healing, childbirth at the same time She cloud couse disesea and inflict punishment. She was also drescibe as a mother, gaurdian and goddess of earth who brings destiny and death, giver of boon of resurrection in form of rebirth, creatix of all manifested forms, instructress of humanity, especially in rituals of death, matron of mother kin-ship, ruler of the sensual and perceptive human nature.

In gnostcism Eve was Zoe, daughter of Sophie, the wisdom, who was sent to Adam to give him light and free him from control of the Demiurge and Angels. Her eating the fruit given by Eleleth wasn't seen as bad, but as something good.

Adam and Eve/Zoe daughter was Norea, who was goddess of fire. She was their first daughter and younger sister of Seth. She was described as a "woman stronger/greater than god" (most of the time when gnostisc say "god" they mean Demiurge/Yaldaboath). Norea also burned down Noah's arc, becouse they didn't let her in (Noah had to rebuild it). She killed Yao (Demiurge sons, a God who was also ruler and a angel).

In islam their oldest daughter was 'Anāq bint Adam. Sometimes she was the twin sister of Seth. Anaq was a first witch. She was killed by a gigantic beast sent by God. Her son, Og/Ūj was giant and a king of Bashan who was killed by Moses. Og was only giant who survived the flood.

Adam and Eve had other daughters and these were their names: Awan, Azura, Jumella, Lusia, Cainan, Qelima, Aclima, Aklia, Luluwa, Kalmana and Balbira.

Personally it would be funny to see in Hazbin Hotel universe if Adam was also canaanite Adam (simply to pissed off Lucifer) or in if Norea joined in the battle along and be on Adam's side.

My main takeaway from all of this is canaanite & gnostcist adam & family sound waaaay more interesting/cooler than typical christian adam & eve plots in media,def theres untapped potential in there

Also where tf did u find all this info abt islamic adams & his daughter being a witch??? I always thought nothing was mentioned on adams daughters in islamic narrations

[gothchrist]

Does God change? Or is he static?

our first encounter with god in scripture is the word בְּרֵאשִׁית‎, bereshit. the omniscient narrator opens not only human history, but time and existence itself, with "in the beginning, god..." light and dark, depth and breadth, come after god. creation also comes after god, since we are told "in the beginning, god created..." god exists and all activity comes after. so we might say god is static, the underlying sinews of everything that exists and, if we take genesis literally, everything that does not exist or that is going to come into existence (there is a reason god loves his prophets). all foundations must be firm stone. but god is not stone. his substance emerges in both spirit and flesh. his image is evident in his creation. he takes human form and plays with it: he adopts human mortality, and then rolls it in his hands like clay or rubber, to form to his liking. so it wouldn't be correct to say god is immutable either. he is immutably good, but like all things his immutable goodness makes him capable of change: changing his mind, as he does often in the bible (abraham and moses are both capable of changing god's mind). so the easiest and most difficult answer is both. god is both eternal and changeable. we might as well try to understand the sea or light. i can't see it but i know its there. i can't see it, but i know it was there at the beginning of the world, and i have faith it is there and unchanging even if i myself cannot detect its presence.