#versicle

[fredericolima]

"Farei cicatrizar o seu ferimento e curarei as suas feridas”, declara o SENHOR, “porque a você, Sião, chamam de rejeitada, aquela por quem ninguém se importa”."

Jeremias 30:17

[boraorar]

Já dizia o Senhor através dos seus profetas que não deveríamos acreditar em toda conspiração 

Versículos do dia:

Is 8:12-13: "“Não chame tudo de conspiração, como eles fazem;  não viva com medo do que eles temem. Considere o SENHOR dos Exércitos santo em sua vida; é a ele que você deve temer. 

Ele é quem deve fazê-lo estremecer;"

O Remanescente Fiel Confia em Deus Somente.

Is 8:16-17: "Preserve os ensinamentos de Deus; confie a lei àqueles que me seguem. Esperarei pelo SENHOR, que se afastou dos descendentes de Jacó; 

porei nele minha esperança."

[skulsakz]

“the lord will protect you from all harm;

he will watch over your life

over your coming and going

both now and forevermore”

psalm 121:7/8

[voidcxltist]

I AM NOT EXPLAINING MUCH MORE.

Second image is my mood

I must remark english is not my main language so idk if host & versicle are properly said-

[currently-sunny]

There's something about the beta Welcome Home that i think about constantly...

What if Sunny didn't want to get out but to stay?

I'll be rambling about this, lemme-

There we go!

Now...

Do you remember this illustration?

As much as i like the theory that Sunny wanted to escape the studio, what if... it was the opposite?

Let's think about a few other things first...

We all know that Sunny's traits were inherited to Wally once he dissapeared from the proyect, right? Like his liking for apples, how Barnaby went from being his best friend to being Wally's... and also the awareness of it all. The neighborhood was real, but not the 'real' they thought.

Sunny knew their world was fake, but! I don't think he wanted to escape it. He wanted to help the others understand, just like Wally want us to do in the current proyect...

Sunny was free, but the rest of them weren't. Maybe it was because he was a goody-two shoes, but personally, i like to think he tried mainly because of Frank; i imagine that he didn't want his crush to live in a lie, lol.

You know, like that well known versicle of the Bible that goes...

"The truth will set you free."

Sunny was in to help them all get their freedom. There was only one problem...

Wally.

I think Wally knew since the beginning that it was all a show; he was in charge of the Neighborhood and that everyone kept inside the line, mantaining their little land of make-believe. So, when Sunny began doing something about it, Wally went "That... might be a problem! @:]" and took the matter into his own hands, trying to push Sunny out of the Neighborhood (and the show) so he wouldn't sabotage the thing Wally worked so hard for mantaining.

Considering Clown's clever mind, i think the plot would have a whole lot more of symbolism and drama than my little retelling of the 'forgotten first draft'. Your guess is as good as mine, the story changed after all! But that doesn't mean i don't get to enjoy it as much as i enjoy the current!

Here. A small Sunny for the struggles!

[talonabraxas]

The Ophanim Angels (Thrones) Talon Abraxas

“Wheels within Wheels”

“Be Not Afraid”

“Ophanim,” rooted in ancient Hebrew, translates to “wheels.” While the Old Testament mentions wheels on carts, it gains particular significance in Ezekiel’s vision of God’s throne.

Ezekiel 1:15–21: “As I looked at the living creatures, I saw a wheel on the ground beside each creature with its four faces. This was the appearance and structure of the wheels: They sparkled like topaz, and all four looked alike. Each appeared to be made like a wheel intersecting a wheel. As they moved, they would go in any one of the four directions the creatures faced; the wheels did not change direction as the creatures went. Their rims were high and awesome, and all four rims were full of eyes all around.”

Ezekiel’s symbolism emphasizes God’s sovereignty, transcending earthly limitations. The wheels within wheels signify unrestricted movement, mirroring the cherubim’s ability to travel without turning. This portrayal, though not literal, underscores God’s omnipotence and omnipresence.

Ezekiel 10:9–13: “And then I saw four wheels beside the cherubim, one beside each cherub. The wheels radiating were sparkling like diamonds in the sun. All four wheels looked alike, each like a wheel within a wheel. When they moved, they went in any of the four directions but in a perfectly straight line. Where the cherubim went, the wheels went straight ahead. The cherubim were full of eyes in their backs, hands, and wings. The wheels likewise were full of eyes. I heard the wheels called ‘wheels within wheels.”

The “eyes” adorning the wheels and angels highlight divine omniscience. Ophanim, a focus of fascination, sparked later interpretations as a distinct class of angels. Colossians 1:16 adds to this discourse, mentioning “thrones,” potentially associated with ophanim, as spiritual beings.

However, interpreting said versicle as specific spiritual beings poses challenges. A more natural interpretation sees it referencing various authorities subject to Christ. Additionally, the metonymical representation of thrones in rivalry contrasts with the ophanim’s presumed submission to God.

Rather than establishing ophanim as a separate angelic class, viewing them as symbolic wheels on God’s throne is prudent. These wheels, not literal or guardian creatures, amplify Ezekiel’s vision’s core message — God reigns universally, responding with unparalleled sovereignty and power in every direction and location. The fascination with ophanim lies in their capacity to symbolize divine attributes and the profound nature of God’s reign.

They are described in one of the Dead Sea scrolls as angels; later sections of the Book of Enoch (61:10, 71:7) portray them as an order of celestial beings that (along with the Cherubim and Seraphim) never sleep, but occupy the position of guardians to ensure that the throne of God is protected. Christian angelology refers to them as one of the choirs (classes) of angels, and they are sometimes referred to as Thrones as well.

There are four eye-covered wheels (each wheel consists of two nested wheels), which move beside the winged Cherubim, beneath God’s throne, and are associated with the verse from Daniel 7:9 (the wheels of galgal are often called the wheels of galgallin, in “fiery flame” and “burning fire”). The four wheels move with the Cherubim because the spirit of the Cherubim is in them. The late Second Book of Enoch (20:1, 21:1) also referred to them as the “many-eyed ones”.

The Book of Enoch implies that the Ophanim are equated with the “Thrones” in Christianity when it lists them together, in order, as follows: “…round about were Seraphim, Cherubim, and Ophanim”.

Where does Metatron (Enoch) fit in? As with many angels, Metatron has multiple wings and eyes. In some imagery, the archangel is depicted as the “second God” who sits behind the throne, with the eyes representing his role as a celestial scribe and recorder of divine acts. In addition to his “twin brother”, Sandalphone, they are often depicted as akin to the Ophanim, however, they are the highest-rank angels (I will leave this statement open).

To conclude, the depiction of God with the four eye-covered wheels, associated with Ophanim, gives a sense of vulnerability, in my opinion, and challenges the traditional notion that God’s omnipotence is unquestionable. These beings are portrayed as having a regal quality, which differs from conventional perceptions of divine majesty, as seen in the Book of Enoch.

[wytchwyse]

"Intret in eum tam facile quam aqua, tam facile quam oleum ad ossa eius" Magic In The Time Of The Tower.

"The Fourth Pentacle of Saturn.--This Pentacle serveth principally for executing all the experiments and operations of ruin, destruction, and death. And when it is made in full perfection, it serveth also for those Spirits which bring news, when thou invokest them from the side of the South.

p. 68

Editor's Note.--The Hebrew words around the sides of the triangle are from Deut. Vi. 4:--'Hear, O Israel, IHVH ALHINV is IHVH AChD.' The surrounding versicle is from Psalm cix. 18:--'As he clothed himself with cursing like as with a garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.' In the centre of the Pentacle is the mystic letter Yod."-The Key Of Solomon

Note: the pentacles of solomon can be written in any language if writing in Hebrew feels appropriative to you.I like to write mine in latin.  

This Pentacle can be used in a lot of creative ways, you can "activate" it and leave it somewhere hidden to bring destruction and ruin. You can use it in candle magic.  

Dress and prepare a black candle with this pentacle and place a name paper under it and burn it while reciting psalm 109 "the cursing psalm"  you can pair this with the old english cunning tradition of burning parsley (remember to work the spirit of the plant first) and reciting psalm 109.   

Once again you can do any invocation prayers to any of your saturnian spirits, or related spirits to aid your work. if you wish.

Drawing this pentacle you can use walnut ink or an ink made of saturnian herbs like atropa belladonna or Henbane use cation if you make ink from herbal poisons, they can and will hurt you.  

Also similar to my last post working with the 6th pentacle of mars, a good way to activate this pentacle is with a good saturnian incense, reciting psalm 109 and finished with a good saturnian oil.

[fredericolima]

"Naquele tempo eu ajuntarei vocês; naquele tempo os trarei para casa. Eu lhes darei honra e louvor entre todos os povos da terra, quando eu restaurar a sua sorte diante dos seus próprios olhos”, diz o SENHOR."

Sofonias 3:20

[never-enough-novels]

guys I have a question and I need an opinion whether this is ok or am I overreacting

I have a friend in class I talk to a lot. like its only been like 1 month and we are close enough(?) as much as a person can be in 1 month I guess.

we had this competition thing coming up and its usually good to have a partner for it. so this friend, lets call her A said she's doing some parts of the competition with person B( there are different versicles in the competition), another friend of ours. I as a joke, asked her if she isn't doing any parts with me cause usually till now whatever stuff has been done in class, we always do it together. and then she said that no she wants to win, implying that if she was with me she wouldn't win. I kinda felt a bit bad after this cause listen I know I'm dumb and shit and not smart but you didn't have to point it out in front of people. is that ok or am I overreacting???

[gehenna-checklist]

My recent seach history due to a writing project has probably made Google think my account is shared by a religious grandma with dementia and a history nerd that has no idea how to find the cool WW2 vehicles because it has been a nonstop research of "cool Bible versicles" and lists of WW2 vehicles so I can fucking make unfunny religious worldplays.

It also might think they share it with a 14yo girl fascinated with astrology because I spent over an hour yesterday trying to learn galactic coordinates and making a map of nearby star systems for a totally unrelated thingamajig.

[subbyx]

15/10

I had some free time today since I didn't have to go work. Spent the morning at the gym very dedicated on working my body out for Master and also took a picture for Him, showing His initial right on my wrist, with a heart besides it. I feel like this is almost a tattoo already and I love it so much, I love reaffirming the fact that I belong to Him either through His words on my body or through His kisses inside of me. Soon I know my skin will be permanently marked with His claim on it and I wait anxiously for this moment...

So I decided to reread and save some of my favorite messages from Master, almost since our beginnings, since I unfortunately lost some of our conversations due to my own stupidity which is never being repeated again, our messages are too precious and special to ever lose them. Being able to just go and basically read and watch our memories, cherishing my love for Master, is more than beautiful. They're almost like my own versicles, words I look up to whenever I feel a little down or like missing Him. It's like He told me once, His words are my ultimate law and I'd always follow them, and I really and wholeheartedly do.

[bigassbowlingballhead]

Jon - chapter 2 versicle 5.

and don't you forget it.

you better get a tramp stamp of jon 2:05

[weshallc]

Bern's Night

Chapter Two: The Bonnie Lad That's Far Awa"

“His Face With Smile Eternal Drest, Just Like The Landlord’s To His Guest’s, High As They Hang With Creaking Din, To Index Out The Country Inn.” Versicles On Sign-Posts by Robert Burns 1788.

"The Needle Returns to the Start of the Song, And We All Sing Along as Before." Nothing Ever Happens, Del Amitri 1989.

January 2020.

Fred Buckle clambered up from the cellar of the Crown Inn and perched his ample posterior on a bar stool, wiping his forehead with an old bar towel he used when helping Paddy exchange the old barrels for new. Violet tutted as she placed a sausage sandwich and a mug of tea on the bar in front of him.

“Sure you don’t want one, Paddy.”

“No, I am fine Vi, just a cuppa, cheers. I had breakfast with Bernie before she went on her rounds.”

“I will have another one, Violet.”

“I am sure you won’t, Reggie. You scoffed that back like there was no tomorrow. Doesn’t your uncle feed you?”

No one replied to this as everyone knew Violet fed them both, if not at the Crown, at either her home or Fred’s.

To spare Violet’s blushes, Fred began. “I have a little beauty brewing. Be just right for Burns Night, Doc.”

“Burns Night?” questioned Vi.

“Yep, soon comes around after Christmas, Vi. Be Valentines before we know it.”

He winked, and Vi wiped a cloth under Paddy’s mug and straightened the bar towel.

“Fred, I don’t think so, not this year, anyway.” Paddy added, trying not to look at Val, who was checking the mixer fridge with visibly shaking shoulders.

“But we always do a Burns Night. It’s tradition,” protested Fred.

“No, we haven’t done one for the last couple of years, Fred, not since Wilf took poorly.” Vi had regained her composure.

“Well, it’s about time we did again.” Fred was like a dog with a bone, or in this case, a sausage.

Val, also more composed now, looked at Vi, who was in turn looking at Paddy. Tim, who had been trying to clean all the chalk marks off the dart scoreboard under Evie’s instruction, looked at his mentor and they both moved closer to the bar.

“Look, I know, Bernie. She won’t be upset because her dad’s not here to do the twiddly bits. She wouldn’t still be in Poplar if she was worried about being reminded of her dad.”

“Always wondered why she was still in Poplar.” Tim smirked and Evie frowned at him deciding it was time to enlighten everyone.

“The reason we haven’t had a Burns Night since Reverend Wilf died is because we have no one to Address the Haggis.”

“Well, Mr T could do it,” Reggie chirped in as Paddy went pale.

“Yeah, you’ll like that boss,” Val added, “any excuse to slope off and leave me on my tod behind the bar. I presume birthday girl Lorraine Kelly Mannion  won’t be working either.”

Evie and Vi sighed in unison. “What?” said Val.

Paddy turned to her, but before he could speak, Val interrupted. “Don’t tell me you are scared of haggis, as well as alpacas.”

Tim, Reggie and a lurking Jack found this highly amusing, but Evie had had enough.

“No, it’s not that, it really should be a Scot that addresses the haggis. Otherwise it’s just not going to sound right, a bit like, well like when Captain Kirk sang Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”

“Isn’t that your ringtone, Tim?” Jack smirked. Tim ignored him, as per se.

“Weezer doing Africa,” Val was beginning to understand.

“Miley Cyrus doing Nirvana,” Tim added, still ignoring Jack.

“But, Bernie is Scottish!” added Reggie optimistically .

“Yes, but it’s traditionally a man,” Vi said nervously.

“Oh, well, heaven forbid we bring Poplar into the 21st century,” Val cried. “How do you know all this anyway, you two?”

“We have been doing this for years. Wilf was a member of the Burns Society. Val, you were there at the last one we had. Must have been?” Violet explained.

“Oh, I was there alright, working behind the bar. Sorry if I didn’t have time to memorize ancient Scottish protocol while fighting off the thirsty English hoards.”

“Can we all just calm down?” Paddy sounded exasperated, and it wasn’t even ten o’clock. “Look, I appreciate while Wilf was alive, and in Evie’s time we celebrated Burns Night.” He continued, a little firmer. “Me and Mazz tried to keep it going as long as Wilf was around, but he is gone. Let’s be honest, Wilf arranged everything. Even the piper was his mate from Kelso. Do you have his number Evie? I know I don’t.” The ex-landlady shook her head. “Come on, let’s admit it, we are just pissing in the wind.”

“Dad.”

“But it’s for Bernie. You do know it’s also her birthday?” Val said sulkily.

“Yes. I do know, and if I know Bernie, she would rather just go to the pictures and a Parmo, then all this fuss.”

“Would she really?” grumbled Val.

“Dad.”

“I do know how to prepare a good Burns supper, never had any complaints in all the years.” Vi sounded defeated.

“I brewed some ale specially.” Fred’s tone was flat in a way his beer never was.

“Dad.”

“Paddy is right. Burns Night was Wilf’s night and gave him a chance to show off without having to stand behind a pulpit.” Evie reminisced. “For one night only, he could be Wilf Mannion in a kilt and not Poplar’s vicar in a dog collar. If we can’t do it properly, we shouldn’t do it at all.” Evie nodded toward Paddy.

Thank you, he mouthed in return.

“Dad.”

“Does anyone else think we are overthinking this?” Val never took no for an answer.

“Yes.” Reggie cried.

“Basically, all we need is someone who is Scottish. I mean, if I have to hike up to the Borders myself and toss one over my shoulder and bring em back, I will,” Val quipped.

“Dad.”

“Not now, Tim.”

“But Dad.”

“Not now, Tim.”

“Do they have to be 100% Scottish?” Tim asked, facing Vi and Evie, who seemed to be the authority on this.

They looked at each other, but Val stepped in. “I don’t know Tim. I will just look at the rule book. Oh, look at that there isn’t one.”

“I think we would settle for a left bollock’s worth right now,” muttered a despondent Fred.

“Fred, there is no need to be vulgar! Reggie don’t listen to him.” Vi reprimanded.

“I could do it then,” said Tim.

“You have a Scottish bollock, Turner. Does Lucy know?”

“Jack Smith!” Scalded Violet as Reggie chuckled.

“No, Smithy, but my Gran was Scottish.” Tim blushed from the neck up as is the way of teenage boys when the whole room is looking at them.

“Your gran, so Marianne’s mother,” Evie enquired.

“No, Dad’s mam.”

All eyes moved towards Paddy, who seemed to lose as much colour as Tim had gained.

“OK, so I don’t think we are going to get any further today. We open in five. Everyone back to work.”

[for-the-writing-artist]

Thank you for the versicle references!

I was yesterday years old when I found out Jesus had as many as if not more than 6 siblings

[felixaimegregoiremulol]

Société : Enrishment and work :

in days of old,enrichment was perceived as being the fruit of an uphill work and labour.(the bible:genesis chapter 4 versicle 17,god tels to adam:seing that you have listened to the vice of your wife and that you have eaten from the tree at the subjectof which i gave you this order :you will not eatt from it! The soil will be cursed because of you.it’s by dont of pain that you will obtain your…

[talonabraxas]

"A Gift For Danu" by @tombagshaw

Mythology Eriu, though it should reach a road-end, Banba, Fotla, and Fea, Neman of ingenious versicles, Danann, mother of the gods. -Lebor Gabála Érenn

Danu did not appear in Celtic or Irish myths, and was known only through the name Tuatha Dé Danann, or “Children of the goddess Danu.” She was described as the mother of the gods in the Lebor Gabála Érenn, though this was her sole appearance in medieval Irish literature. Despite the lack of available information, scholars have nevertheless attempted to derive some sense of the goddess' being.