#we are now going inside jesus to find out his most innate desire (to get fucked by judas)

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NEW PFP AND IT'S JESUS

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5 Most Ridiculous Books to Ever Become Christian Best Sellers

If you were to scan the lists of the best selling Christian books of all time you’d see some truly amazing books there. You’d see some books that have helped us better understand who God is and books that have instructed us. and how we as Christians can live lives of obedience to Him, and like you, I’m genuinely thankful for these books. Sadly though, you’d also see some truly flat-out awful books. Today I’ve narrowed down that list to the five most ridiculous books to ever become Christian bestsellers.

Let’s begin with The Prayer of Jabez by Bruce Wilkinson.

This book was released in 2000 and it just absolutely exploded. It quickly became one of the best selling Christian books of all time. Only a couple have ever out-sold it. And this whole book was premised on just two little verses in 1st Chronicles, chapter four, where we come across this guy named Jabez, and he asked the Lord to bless him. And God blessed him. That’s all we know about Jabez and his situation. But Wilkinson turned this into a kind of global instruction for all Christians to go to God and get from Him whatever they want. Here’s what he said. In his book he said, I want to teach you how to pray a daring prayer that God always answers. It’s brief. Only one sentence, with four parts, and tucked away in the Bible. But I believe it contains the key to a life of extraordinary favor with God. Long story short, if you pray this prayer, as part of your daily life, God will give you what you want. That book went on to sell more than 10 million copies.

Now, what was the problem with The Prayer of Jabez? Well, there’s too many to list in just a short format like this, but perhaps the greatest one is this. It takes a tiny and descriptive passage, and it makes it a major and prescriptive instruction. We believe, of course, the scripture is breathed out by God. All of it breathed out by God. All of it, profitable to us. But that doesn’t mean that all scripture weighs equally heavy when it comes to what is true—when it comes to instruction—on how we ought to live. The Prayer of Jabez missed the entire thrust of scripture to deliver this ridiculous, ridiculous message. All Wilkinson really did at the end, was he took advantage of the innate greed within the human heart. To do that he overpromised and he underdelivered.

Bonus fact. Did you know that Derek Webb’s song Wedding Dress from the album, She Must and Shall Go Free, is all about the prayer of Jabez? If you give it a quick listen, just pull it up on Youtube, give it a quick listen, in light of the book, and in no time you’ll see how he absolutely savages it.

Book number two is The Circle Maker by Mark Batterson. Now, if Bruce Wilkinson, he went to a minor passage to gain his inspiration, Batterson did him one better. He went outside the Bible altogether. He went all the way to the Talmud. And there he found a character named Honi. And this man lived in ancient Israel and at one occasion the region in Israel was experiencing this great time of drought, and so this guy, he drew a circle in the dust and he stood inside that circle and he informed God, I will not move until it rains. Well then it began to drizzle and he told God I expect more rain than that, and it began to pour. And he told God, you know what, make it a calm rain, and the rain calmed down.

Well, of course, Batterson makes this into something all Christians can do, all Christians should do. He tells us the purpose of the book is to draw circles or walk circles or imagine circles around anything that we want. And then because we’ve done that, God gives them to us. These circles, he says, are the key to effective prayer. What’s the problem with this? Well first, the whole thing comes from outside the Bible. That alone should be a big source of concern. Second, within the Bible, God gives us all sorts of instruction on prayer, but He never says a single thing about drawing circles, about making circles. And then third, what Batterson teaches, it’s completely indistinguishable from the whole name it and claim it of the prosperity gospel. Just like Wilkinson, he’s taking advantage of our greed and perhaps our lack of understanding about prayer, and he’s offering what appears to be an easier and more satisfying, a more immediate answer. And yet his book, and all the various books that came from it, they sold more than a million copies.

Next up we get to Your Best Life Now by Joel Osteen. This is one of a bunch of books by Osteen that have sold in the millions of copies. They’ve been on the list of best-sellers, but this was his first and still his best known. The premise of the book is that God wants our lives to be easy and comfortable. God wants to bless us in such a way that we experience all the finest things that this life has to offer. We can, we should expect that God doles out this kind of preferential treatment to His people. So what Osteen does is he lays out the seven-step plan to experience your best life now. And what he lays out is basically just a mash-up of the gospel of self-esteem, or the gospel of self-empowerment, combined with the prosperity gospel. It’s basically just Norman Vincent Peale meets Oral Roberts.

So what’s the problem with it? Well, basically the problem is all in the title. That we can and should expect to live our best lives now. Osteen’s version of the good news that Christianity brings the world is that we can have all we want, we can have all we desire in this life. Really when you look at it, his gospel is nothing to do with Jesus Christ, nothing to do with the forgiveness of our sins, nothing to do with life eternal. His gospel is that we can measure our lives, and we can measure our spirituality by the pleasures we experience in this world.

Bonus fact. Did you know that there was a board game edition of Your Best Life Now? The game actually made no sense. It was completely unplayable. It’s regarded as one of the worst board games in history. Believe it or not, one of the tasks you actually had to complete in this game was to look into a mirror and to say affirming things about yourself and I don’t think it sold nearly as well as the book.

And now we move to that heaven tourism genre. And you knew it had to get to this at some point, right? This whole genre began with Don Piper’s book, 90 Minutes in Heaven, where he claimed that he had died and he had gone to heaven and then he had returned.

Well, that book just absolutely took off, and wouldn’t you know it soon, everyone and their brother was dying and going to heaven and coming back of course. Or even better, people were remembering, oh yeah, I went to heaven too. So suddenly there was this entire genre of books that were all about sharing stories of going to heaven. Except for that one poor guy who spent 23 minutes in hell instead, but anyways.

Of all these books, and there were so many of them, the one that sold best was Heaven is for Real by Todd Burpo. And it told the story of his little boy Colton who survived this bout with appendicitis. But who after he recovered from surgery, began to tell his parents about some experiences he had had there in the surgery. Well he apparently died and he went to heaven and he met Jesus and he encountered angels and even met his sister who had died before he was born. That book also sold more than 10 million copies and it got turned into a movie.

Well, what’s the problem with Heaven is for Real and really what was the problem with all of these heaven tourism books? Well, first they all contradict one another in the details of heaven. Nobody seemed to notice this. Every single book speaks authoritatively of what heaven is about, but they all contradict one another. I mean that alone should make us doubt the whole genre, right?

But even more seriously, what they do, is they attempt to give us confidence in the existence of heaven when God tells us that confidence in the Bible, confidence in the resurrection of Jesus Christ is how we gain confidence in heaven. So these books then essentially nudge out our confidence in God and in His Word, and they replace it with confidence in the tales of little children. And even of people who clearly have no real understanding of the Bible. People who are heavily involved in the new age even.

Bonus fact. Did you know that one of these best-selling authors has completely revoked his story? The Boy Who Came Back from Heaven had sold more than a million copies before that boy admitted, he didn’t really come back from heaven at all. He had never been there. In fact, he and his father had fabricated the entire story. It was, in fact, a bunch of malarkey.

Finally, we come to Jesus Calling by Sarah Young. This is another book that sold well over 10 million copies and its sequels have accumulated millions and millions more. To understand that book, we need to be sure we go to the first edition and that’s kind of hard to find today. It’s in that very first edition that Young really tells us what her book is all about. Most of that introduction was scrubbed in every later edition.

But in the very first one, she tells about finding the book called God Calling. This book, God Calling, had been published in the 1930’s and it was this book that introduced her to the idea of Listeners, with a capital L, Listeners. These are people who would hear directly from God and then convey messages from God to other people. She was attracted to this. She decided to try it. So here’s what she said in her own words. She said, I knew that God communicated with me through the Bible, but I yearned for more. Increasingly, I wanted to hear what God had to say to me personally on a given day. I decided to listen to God with pen in hand, writing down whatever I believe He was saying.

Well, she did this, and she said that that became her most important spiritual discipline. It was that listening that helped her soar to this whole new level of spirituality. Now she was finally experiencing this higher kind of life. Those messages she received, that became Jesus Calling. And that became all her other books.

So what’s the problem with this? Well first, Young, she directly undermines the Bible in saying that the Bible’s not enough for her. Christians have long held that God’s Word is the final and perfect and sufficient revelation of God, yet she says, that wasn’t enough for me. She says, I longed for more. She wanted more than God has graciously given us. Well, that’s a problem. Not only that, but her messages from Jesus sound so, so different from His voice in the Bible. A sceptic might even say, you know, he sounds a whole lot less like a first-century Jewish man. He sounds a whole lot more like a 21st-century western woman.

As I said at the beginning, we’ve been blessed with some truly wonderful books in the Christian market, and I am very, very thankful, as are you, I know. Unfortunately, we’ve also been cursed with some truly awful ones. And so the point of this video is to encourage us all to exercise discernment, even when reading Christian books, and perhaps especially when reading Christian books. You know just because it’s published by a Christian publisher, just because it’s sold in a Christian book store, that does not mean that it’s good or that it’s reliable or that it’s consistent with scripture.

Christian, we need to know the Bible. We need to so know the truth of the Bible. We need to carefully evaluate every book we read, in light of its perfect and unchanging truths. A book is good only to the degree that it aligns with the perfect, infallible, inerrant, sufficient Word of God, the Bible.

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Deadly Sins

Summary: After years since your paths had crossed you find yourself face to face with the man who made you want to sin all over again.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Word count: 4841

Warnings: Smut. language, some angst/ fluff. Unprotected sex (wrap it up).

A/N: This is for @waywardbaby and @ain-t-bovvered 666 Follower Challenge, #7deadlysinschallenge. The prompt I chose is in bold: Keeping my mouth shut has been my greatest accomplishment today. I had originally started with picking the deadly sin of pride to base it off of, but then the others quickly integrated themselves. Thank you to @snffbeebee for being my guinea pig.  I apologize for any and all grammar mistakes now. Enjoy!

7 Deadly Sins:

1.       Wrath- Uncontrollable hatred towards others that have wronged you that lead towards the desire for vengeance.

2.       Pride- The preservation of oneself to be God like, disallowing others to reveal their weaknesses.

3.       Lust- Intense longing and desire towards someone in regards to sexual intimacy.

4.       Gluttony- Overconsumption or overindulgence where someone is unable to stop the craving.

5.       Envy- Resentful covetousness of people, things, and situations in which one desires for their own.

6.       Sloth- Absence of self-preservation innate tendencies, will just go along with the world without care towards their future or wellbeing.

7.       Greed- Obtaining something desired, no matter the costs or consequences.

 The world around you was full and vibrant as you sat alone in the corner of a run downed bar. Its worn and weathered appearance did not hinder its popularity being the only one within a 50 mile radius. The typical norm for a small town hidden away in mountain country, where the wildlife easily outnumbered the civilian population. The fact that everyone went on with their lives like there was nothing happening around them amused you. How easily it was to forget that people have been missing from their community. Lives that may have been lost, they were able to so easily ignore or even forget. That wasn’t you though. As soon as the missing person’s reports that increased in numbers rapidly in the last months fell into your hands, you knew there was a job to do and you sure as hell would get it done right.

Playing with the label on your beer bottle while going over tomorrow’s plans the hairs on your neck stood up sending goosebumps down your skin as you felt a presences coming nearer. You looked up to your side, ready to break the bottle over anything if you needed to. That is when you saw him. Your stomach immediately turning sick as your memories hit you. The same deep green eyes staring into yours that crinkled in the corners, letting you know he was carefully looking over you as well. Those perfect pink full lips that had learned every inch of your body, opening slightly as his tongue moved slowly to wet them. Dean Winchester, the demon disguised as an angel was moving towards you. The now fully grown man that had once rolled into your town for a hunt, taking interest in only you the preacher’s daughter. The man you took away your most precious virtue almost 15 years ago, before leaving you alone in the world. Even looking at him now, you could still feel your nerves coming undone. Your momma had always told you to beg for strength anytime you were about to commit a deadly sin, but that man made you want to sin again and again leaving you to beg for forgiveness later.

That had all been so long ago now, and living in sin was the only way you had survived after he left. You had moved on, at least tried to with anyone else you fell into bed with since then. Desperately trying to fill the hole that he had left. You told yourself that if you ever saw him again you would not let yourself fall for his devilish charm. The pride you had built in yourself all these years of being stronger than that was too important to throw away and be left broken once again.

“Hey there sweetheart,” he coyly smiled. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I already have one,” you managed to reply while trying to calm your nerves.

“I see that,” he said while settling himself next to you. “I’m Dean by the way.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as he introduced himself, dawning on you that while you could never forget his face he had clearly forgotten yours. This miracle of information made you thank Jesus that you could escape from grudging up the past with him, laying years of frustration and tears down on the table. This was your chance to leave before it was too late, and you had to take it. Your pride of not succumbing to that devilish charm once more pushing you up.

“And I don’t care,” you replied while throwing money down on the bar before moving yourself to walk away. You could feel his eyes watching you as you left while you were screaming to yourself to just breathe and not turn back. Never turn back to him.

After prepping anything you could possibly need for the hunt into the unknown in your bag you drove off to the coordinates marked on your map. Each disappearance had happened between a 10 mile radius right smack in the middle of nothing but trees and mountains. That was where you were going, in the middle of nowhere, just yourself to face whatever beast hid amongst the shadows.

Hours had past, as you followed the trails through the tall winding trees, wild shrubbery, and discarded dead pieces of it all. The sun that had followed you was now at your back when you came upon the entrance of a cavern. By the looks around it, someone had been there rather recently. You pulled out your pistol and flashlight, while taking a deep breath before your steps moved forward slowly inside. The darkness and quiet surrounded you as you had now moved so far in that the remaining sunlight behind you could no longer be found. Your light only showing you the rocks and stones piled neatly high along the walls to maintain its structure. The only noise that you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. You reached a space that had three directions to choose from. Left, right, or back where you came from. Suddenly the sound of a stifled cough caught your attention to turn to the left, making the choice up for you. Walking further you carefully listened to hear a sound again. Nothing. You started to reconsider if you had even heard it at all until your followed the winding tunnel, the light of your flashlight hitting another.

“Whoa! Stop right there. Don’t shoot,” yelled a deep voice. You couldn’t see the source clearly as their light shinned into your eyes blinding you.

“Put your light down and step forward or I will,” you yelled back, now aiming in its direction, cocking the hammer back. The light lowered and you were able to focus on what was standing in front of you. Him. He was here standing right there with his hands up and vulnerable. You finger softly on your trigger considered revenge for all those years ago of being tossed to the side like you had been nothing. The wrath of a women scorned growing inside of you as you considered the release from his terror was in your hands pointing directly at his heart. Wrath, sin number 1.

You watched as his eyes and pupils grow, as you stood your ground still aiming at him. A loud growl grew behind you, making you quickly turn around to shoot, but not before the stone foundation came crumbling down pushing you down to your ass, trapping you inside.

You got up desperately from the floor with your light trying to get to the other side of the now wall of stone in front of you. Dean frantically following, trying to push them out of the way with you. As he was able to budge one from its place more from the ceiling came crumbling down towards you. He was able to push you out of the way in time, catching you on your ankle and not your head.

“God Dammit!” you cried as you laid in pain. You could hear his breath becoming heavier as he shinned the light looking to see if there was any way out around him.

“We’re trapped. Son of a bitch trapped us!” His deep voice raising, vibrating off of the stone tomb that now held you both. He flashed his light down to you, seeing you hold your ankle gently, wincing in pain while trying to get yourself up.

“Don’t try to move it,” he commanded.

“We need to get out now, I’m not going to just sit here like a god damn child and die!” you screamed while trying to bring yourself to your feet again. He moved quickly, grabbing your arm and around your waist to help you steady yourself. Shots of electricity in response to his touch ran through you but you shook them off. “Now let’s go.”

“Problem with that sweetheart,” he grumbled while flashing his light to the now barricaded entrance. “That was the only way out.”

“Son of a bitch!”

“Here come on. You should really get off that ankle,” he said while still holding you. He was still holding you carefully as you allowed yourself to sit yourself down, with you back against the wall. “My brother will find us. I’m sure of it.”

Your eyes rolled while remembering his brother, Sam. The little brother that wanted nothing to do with anything monster related, who only wanted to have the normal life he was never given or had a chance at. The kid who would have rather stay tucked away in books then to actually do the damn job right. That was the same kid your life now counted on.

“Yeah, well I won’t hold by breath,” you sarcastically replied.

“You’re that girl from the bar last night. The one who shot me down. What are you doing here anyways?”

“Shoe shopping. What does it look like?” you sneered.

“You a hunter?” he coaxed while setting himself across from you.

“Well look at the genius,” you scoffed, feeling the wrath in you continue to linger. The possibility of shooting him now out of the picture unless you wanted to sit in the dark, alone with a decomposing corpse. Whatever trapped you in here now was going to face your wrath, if you did ever get out.

Sitting in silence you considered all of your options, there was only two. One, keep your pride and ignore the lustful thoughts that lingered in your mind as you watched him sitting in front of you, lost in his own thoughts. Or two, throw it all away and take in the gluttonous desire that still burned inside of you for more of him. Although the second one sounded better, the first one would keep you safe. Keep your pride intact. Pride, sin number 2. Deciding on keeping your mouth shut while you remained trapped, he spoke up, interrupting your thoughts.

“So what’s your name and story sweetheart?”

“I might be stuck with you, but I don’t have to talk to you,” you sneered.

“Fine then I will talk. Like I said before my name is Dean. I’m an Aquarius. I like sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women.”

“I bet you do,” you commented with a low chuckle.

“Oh you know it’s a fun way to pass the time,” he smiled that damn devilish grin on his full lips that appeared by out of the corner of his light. “There’s the touching and feeling all of each other. Hands tracing every inch of her body. The two of us moving together, pressing, pulling, grinding, until you hit that sweet spot where everything just builds and builds until it all just…Boom.”

His words shuddered through your body to your now aching core. You could feel the lust growing inside of you to have it again. Sin number 3, lust. Even if you did give into it, it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough, because you wanted all of him. Every moment of everyday, until the hole inside of you was satisfied and even after. Gluttony, sin number 4.

The years coursed through you mind as you thought of all of your attempts to find a substitution, while realizing he probably has done the same. Envy ruining through you of all the women who have had the pleasure of his electrifying touch consumed you. Hatred and loathing toward the faceless women in your mind. Envy, sin number 5. Your shuddered as you thought about how it felt again, his touch, a stifled groan escaping your lips while you took a deep breath in. If you didn’t die of starvation in here, your damn pride was going to kill you if he continued any further.

He let a low chuckle to the noise that had escaped your lips. “A fun way to pass the time.”

“In your dreams,” you muttered while shifting in your seat.

“Anyways, looks like we are going to be here a while,” he commented while flashing his light around the room. “So what do we do now?”

“We sit and silence and wait for whatever it is that trapped us to come back.”

“A wendigo,” he remarked. “Might be a while, they like to store up for winter.”

“Great…” you moaned. Just what you needed. It was a damn wendigo who was probably not coming back anytime soon. Anything else would get it all over with, at least giving you a fighting chance. Ugly bastards. The pain in your ankle was now radiating up your leg causing a stifled cry to escape from you.

“Here let me look at it,” he said while getting up to move to you.

“Its fine,” you grunted while he kneeled at your feet.

“It’s not. I can’t have you dying from a something stupid like broken bones and infections,” he replied while pushing your jean leg up.

He pulled out a knife and cut a slit up them to the knee so he could see clearer how far the damage went up. You steadied the flashlight on it to help him in his assessment. His callused hands sent lightning bolts up you as he touched your skin before working slowly to untie your boot. You let out another wince, this time not from the pain but from your nerves catching on fire.

“You okay?” he asked while looking to your face before moving any further. You gave him a nod before he continued now to removing your boot and sock underneath. He held your foot gently in his lap, making your heel set closely next to what you had longed for the last 15 years under his jeans. Your chest now quickly rising and falling as your breathing increased while his hands moved slowly across your skin. The pain from your leg now moving to your core that was slowly dripping as you watched his eyes examining every inch of you in his hands.

“Doesn’t look broken,” he announced while settling his hand carefully on your foot. “I think it’s just a sprain. We should wrap that up.”

You flashed the light over to your bag from his to see. He sat your leg down from his lap cautiously before moving to grab it. While using his own flashlight he rummaged through it to find anything that might work.

“Just dump it,” you groaned impatiently waiting for him to find something that would work that probably laid at the bottom. “It’s not like we have to keep this place all fancy.”

He followed your orders and empty the contents on the ground, using the flash light to guide his hands through. “Knife, lighter fluid, lighter, beef jerky, and a flask of what I am guessing is holy water?”

“At least we won’t die of dehydration,” you laughed while trying to reposition your now numb ass. Your comment made him let out a low chuckle before you spoke again. “What did you pack?”

He emptied his jacket pockets, pulling out a flare gun, lighter, and a large bag of peanut M&M’s. His lack of preparation would have normally made you furious at any other hunter, but with him, it made you chuckle that he was still the same silly boy you had fallen for.

“Well we are definitely prepared for a nice fire, if we had anything to burn and at least we won’t starve for a couple days,” you commented. “Nothing that will help us out of here though.”

Dean looked down at his chest before pulling off his jacket to reveal the two other layers hidden underneath. A signature plaid flannel overlain on a skin tight t-shirt that formed along his rippling muscles. He pulled the flannel off and folded it long ways while moving back to your injury. He slowly lifted your leg and worked to wrap it around to stable it.

“There, that should do it until we can find something better.”

A shiver ran down you as he sat it back down. He moved close to your side, hesitating before wrapping his arm around you to pull you close.

“It’s going to be alright,” he whispered.

You laughed at his words while shaking your head. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m just cold.”

He moved to pull you closer to warm your body against his, feeling the gluttonous lust inside of you growing as you whispered. “I’m hungry too.”

Letting out a chuckle, he reached for the jerky and M&M’s and sat them in his lap.

“Take your pick,” he said with a little snicker behind his voice.

Shaking your head toward the fact that you had not been talking about food you gave him a sly smirk. You reached over and grabbed the bag of jerky, your fingers brushing against the inside of his jeans accidently during the motion. You quickly tore into the bag, tossing the torn piece off to the side.

“Really just making yourself at home there huh,” he laughed while popping the candy into his mouth.

“Who cares about being messy in here?” you stated while scrunching up your face.

“Well as an occupant of this fine establishment, I do,” he laughed again.

“Guess I am just a bit of a slob,” you rolled your eyes. “Living in hotels and having someone always clean up after you will do that.”

“No home huh?” he mumbled with his mouth full now.

You snickered at the sight of his cheeks bulging with a little bit of chocolate drool running out the corner of his mouth while you shook your head.

“Not anymore. Not for a long time. Now I just sloth around towns, finding strange things to occupy my time.”

“Sounds lonely,” he replied quietly while wiping the corners of his mouth.

“I don’t care,” you commented while turning your face to his.

“You should. Everyone deserves to have someone.”

“Not me. I’m not important. I’m just…here.” Your words tasting like acid on your lips. For so long you just followed through the motions, not giving a damn about yourself or whatever possible future laid ahead. You had been too broken to care anymore, and now you were revealing one of your greatest sins that made everything just disappear. Sloth, sin number 6.

“My brother will come,” he whispered while giving you a squeeze. “I promise.”

“I doubt it. Sam wasn’t exactly the best tracker,” you blurted in a huff. You didn’t even realize you had said it until you could feel him pulling away from you.

“I never said…”

“That Sam is your brother,” you calmly answered. “Yeah, Dean I know. This isn’t our first rodeo.”

His face studied yours in disbelief that he could have missed it. Reaching to your face he traced the bottom of your lips with his thumb, his eyes squinting as he tried to find the answer he was searching for. Nestling your face in his hand, his face grew in amazement and surprise.

“Y/N.”

“You remember,” you whispered, still nuzzling into his palm.

“Why didn’t you...”

“Say anything? Would you have if you were me? It was a million years ago and you just left. I’ve been so angry at you. Honestly given everything that had happened so far keeping my mouth shut…it has been my greatest accomplishment today.”

“Yes I would have,” he calmly replied while moving to lay down next to you. He stared up to the cavern ceiling. “Everything about you, just seemed so…familiar even when I saw you sitting alone at the bar. Something inside me pushed to figure out why until I could find a reason. I wish I would have known sooner.”

“And why is that?”

He titled his head to meet your gaze, reaching to cup your face in his hands again.

“Because I never forgave myself. I left you, scared and alone. I wanted to stay but I…”

“Duty called.”

“The damn pride I had, living up to my father’s expectations instead of living the life that I wanted. Staying behind…with you,” he replied. “I had fallen for you back then. A normal life was the dream of a stupid kid though. I couldn’t bring you into all of this. Y/N, I had to forget you.”

Hearing his voice cracking as he finished his words, your eyes meet his and you could feel them pulling you closer with the words you had waited for long to hear. He had fallen for you too. The lust inside of you now turning quickly into greed. You wanted him, you wanted all of him. Fuck your damn pride or any other consequences. You didn’t even care anymore if it was just for this moment, you had to have him. Sin number 7, greed. You pushed your lips to his, which caught him by surprise. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, seeing the want burning inside of you. He placed his lips back onto yours at first slowly but growing harder as your head moved with the direction of his hands behind your neck. You tongue prodding his mouth open forcefully as you needed to fulfill the gluttonous hunger inside of you. He opened his and response, meeting your tongue with his as the shots of the familiar electricity ran through you.

He must have felt it too because he pulled his now swollen lips away and looked into your eyes while his chest raised and fell with each hard breath. You gave you a questioning look. Either asking if this was what you really wanted or doubting it in himself. Whatever his eyes were asking, you didn’t care. You needed him right now. All of him. You grabbed the back of his head, intertwining you fingers in his soft hair pulling him to now hover over you. His hand reached to grasp your waist, making you moan into his mouth. It slowly worked its way up your shirt, lingering around your stomach until he moved it softly further up to clench your cloth covered breast. Each movement sending shivers further and further down you, your womanhood now completely soaked.

He moved his lips to the bottom of yours shifting down to your chin, jaw line and finally resting along your neck right beneath your ear.

“Dean,” you moaned. “I need you.”

His hands now working harder and faster to push your shirt and bra off to reveal your heaving chest. His tongue now tracing circles as he worked his way down. He lingered above your nipple, allowing his breath to send chills to it before flicking it with his tongue. You moaned again which made him smile before his mouth now hungrily attached itself to you. His fingers rolling your other nipple in unison making your hips shift around. He moved to other to give it attention as you felt his hand grab your ass, giving it a tight squeeze as he pulled you closer to him. You let out a whine of pain, which made him stop in his tracks.

“Gentle there,” you purred as you leaned to his lips again while your hands moved to the bottom of his shirt. You could feel his stiffened muscles underneath you fingertips as you glided his shirt over his head, discarding it carelessly to the side. His hands went back to the buttons on your jeans, fumbling with them as he kept his lips locked with yours. You moved your hands to help him unbuttoning it easily before you reached to his to release him from his denim prison. The lust, the greed, your uncontrollable hunger all pushed your hands to move his jeans down his legs leaving him now hovering above you in his boxer briefs. Pushing himself off of you he shook his legs out and knelled down to you to carefully remove your jeans, cautious of you injured ankle leaving you in your soaked panties. Moving his head down, he placed gentle kisses on you as he made his way up to your inner thigh.

“God you smell amazing,” he whispered as his nose rubbed against the damp cloth. Shivers running down your spine as your felt his rough hands grabbing the sides of your panties, pulling it down in a quick motion. You moaned as you laid in your nakedness, not caring how vulnerable to him you were now. You wanted to scratch the itch that you’ve had for a long time now. You needed more now. You shifted your hips again while spreading your legs as wide as you could without moving your injured one. He watched you underneath him while biting his bottom lip before moving to places his lips softly onto your thigh, nuzzling them around until his lips met your slick folds. His tongue flicking your clit swiftly making you swarm uncontrollably as you felt the wave of pleasure move through you. Crashing his mouth down hard sucking in all your juices with his tongue moving wildly you came completely undone in his mouth.

“Jesus,” you moaned.

“Just me sweetheart,” he whispered as he moved his face back on to yours, your juices shining on his lips in the light. You wrapped your arms around him as you laid your back to the ground, pushing your fingertips into his skin urging him to move closer. His lips met yours again as he moved his hips to yours. Pulling down the waistband of his boxers he sprang out fully at attention as your hand reached to guide him to your core. Shifting forward more you felt his soft tip rub against your folds. The lustful hunger now aching throughout every muscle. He slowly pushed himself in to allow you to adjust to his girth, you shifted your hips again allowing him to push himself fully in until he reached that sweet spot. The emptiness inside of you grew in satisfaction as he moved his hips along with yours in a slow rhythmic motion. Every movement back and forth inside of you sent the electricity waves to bring on another burst of pleasure as his lips stayed with yours. Tasting your juices mixed with chocolate you never wanted to end. You would die happy just staying in this moment, just like this forever. His thrusts became harder and faster as the time escaped your mind, it could have been 10 minutes or 10 hours that you laid underneath him, gripping him tight as the sinful thoughts coursed through your mind. The sweat from his face now falling down on your own you could feel the powerful surge within you ready to burst again while feeling him start to pulsate inside of you. The two of you collectively groaned in unison as the floodgates fell sending you into a blissful pleasure.

“Better then I remembered,” he chuckled while moving to gather up the discarded clothes.

You laughed at his statement. “You didn’t even remember it in the first place.”

“Oh, I could never forgot that noise you make,” he smiled. He went to speak again but you both heard a loud cry from the other side of your barricade yelling for Dean.

“Sam!” He yelled back while quickly grabbing up his clothes and tossing you yours. He yelled for his brother again as the two of you rapidly redressed.

“Dean,” Sam yelled again, only his voice was much closer.

“Sam! The Wendigo is somewhere out there!”

“He’s gone Dean,” Sam yelled back. “Is there any other way out?”

“No we are stuck here Sam. Y/N is here, and she’s hurt.”

There was a long pause as Dean moved closer to listen for his brother again.

“I think I can move some of these so you can get through. Step back.”

Dean moved back to your side helping you gather yourself and belongings back up into your bag. Guiding you to your feet he put your arm around his neck.

“I never thought I would be so happy to hear that voice again,” you laughed.

“Told you he would find us.”

“Yeah, he could have waited a bit longer though,” you smirked. “Now it’s time to go before things can really get started. Duty calling you.”

“I’m not letting go this time. Never again,” he said while titling your face to his with his hand. “Finding you, Y/N, has been my greatest accomplishment today.”

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Jess Williamson Interview: Woman and her Symbols

Photo by Chantal Anderson

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Jess Williamson is able to look back with wisdom and gratefulness at the period of her life that inspired her new album Cosmic Wink. Moving from Texas to LA, not knowing whether the person you love is going with you, and an aging dog might not seem like traditional fodder for a record. Yet, Williamson was able to channel all of these anxieties into something truly spiritual.

It’s easy to get lost in the timelessness of the music--somewhere between high and lonesome country and expansive indie rock--but here’s the the record's  chronological context: Williamson was already planning to move to LA but was falling in love with her bandmate Shane Renfro (who also records as RF Shannon). She moved, he visited, and then he moved to LA. “We pretty quickly merged our lives,” Williamson told me in late June over the phone. The two (Renfro co-produced and co-wrote Cosmic Wink) made the record back in Texas. A month before that, Williamson’s beloved dog Frankie passed away. “I think she knew my life was about to change in some pretty drastic ways that meant I would be touring and traveling a lot more. I think she knew she wasn’t down with that,” Williamson said. “She picked the perfect time to leave. Before we made the record...she was able to be with her vet that knew her forever. She had a lovely service surrounded by the people she loved.”

Talking to Williamson, you get the sense she has these innate connections with both living things and herself. She’s at once intellectual and sort of mystic, referring to psychological theories in the same sentence as astrology. That interplay certainly finds its way into the songs on Cosmic Wink. Opener “I See The White” is a song about love and consciousness, while “Wild Rain”’s exemplary of her self-reflection. “You say there's two women / Living inside of me / And one's doubt and desire / And she's our enemy / Yet it's her wellness / That draws you in close,” she sings, exuding both a sense of grounded self-awareness and otherworldly warmth. It’s also worth noting that Williamson’s wish to establish connection even finds its way into interviews--she’s the first person to ever ask me in return what’s my favorite song on her new album.

Williamson is eager to return to Chicago after a successful show opening for Loma at Schubas back in May, which she called “the best show of the whole tour.” Tonight at Empty Bottle, she and her band will play all the songs from Cosmic Wink. Below, read the rest of our conversation, edited for length and clarity, in which she breaks down the album’s aesthetic, title, cover art, and more.

Since I Left You: Cosmic Wink is based on some pretty publicized distinct events--happy and sad. Was there anything specific you wanted to communicate about yourself through the record, or did you more make it to process what was going on in your life?

Jess Williamson: I was ready for a shift. My previous records are a lot more somber and sparse and more haunting and sad. I was ready to change that, to make music in a different way. My personality is not very somber and sad. That’s just where the music was coming from for a long time. I was ready to make a record that felt more me, to be able to relax and do it. I started touring a lot more, and I was touring solo, and playing all these sad songs--which of course, I love. Most of my favorite music is sad songs. But you’re asking a lot of your audience to be quiet and listen to the lyrics. I was opening up for bigger bands who were having a lot of fun playing loud, upbeat music. I realized I really wanted to do that. That’s a big reason the record sounds the way it does. Giving myself permission to have a little more fun.

SILY: Is that where the “cosmic” part of the album title comes from?

JW: A few months before I started writing the record, I read this book called Man And His Symbols. The first section is by Carl Jung, and the next is by other authors. But he edited it, and they’re all people he worked closely with. Essentially, the book is all about working with your unconscious and working with dreams. There’s this Jungian concept called synchronicity--looking for meaningful coincidences you really can’t explain. If you start to notice these things in your life, you realize they’re pointing to something larger you need to pay attention to or a path you needed to go down. I just kind of started learning about this stuff and getting super interested in this Jungian way of living. 

I'm also really into astrology. It was my birthday, and it was a new moon in Sagittarius, and I’m a Sagittarius, so I was like, “This is really special.” I was reading about it, and one of the readings I came across said to look for synchronicities during this new moon because they are cosmic winks from the universe letting you know you’re not alone. Right after that, I came out to LA, started this new romantic relationship, and was looking for signs all the time. My whole life turned upside-down, so I needed something to hold onto. Whether I was looking for answers or not, I found them. In a way, the record was a cosmic wink itself. I took some pretty big leaps of faith, and my life is for the better, because I’m able to make music the way I want to, having signed with Mexican Summer. I made the album before they were in the picture. It all is kind of looking up.

SILY: Did you get any new pets after your dog died?

JW: No, I’m not ready, because I’m still heartbroken over Frankie. I would feel like I was betraying her [laughs]. But we also have so much touring coming up. It wouldn’t be fair to a new puppy. Hopefully one day.

SILY: What’s the story behind the cover art for the album?

JW: The front cover is a photo of me in Malibu that Shane took. We were on a hike and going to my friend’s engagement party. We literally changed clothes in the car, and I put makeup on, but as we were driving we saw this insane sunset. I said, “Shane, we have to turn around. That’s amazing.” He just snapped this photo of me, and it turned out to be the perfect cover choice. I knew I wanted a photo overlooking the ocean at sunset. It made sense for this album. 

The back is this great design that Bailey Elder did--she’s one of the graphic design team members at Mexican Summer. I love it because different aspects of the art represent different aspects of the lyrics. I actually sent her a picture of Frankie, and she drew Frankie for the back of it. There’s a little slice of the sunset on the back, too, joining the front and back cover as if it’s a little portal. I can’t speak too much on it, because it’s really Bailey’s art, but that’s my take on it.

SILY: This might be a hard question, but do you have a favorite song on the record?

JW: That’s such a hard question. It changes. It used to be “Wild Rain”. I don’t know. I really don’t have a favorite. At one point it was “I See The White”.

SILY: Your stated influences on the record are a lot of canonical rock ‘n’ roll from the 60′s or even the 90′s. Did you want to make this record a bit more accessible?

JW: Absolutely. I wanted to make a record that felt classic and universal. To be honest, when I hear a song from Heart Song in certain contexts, I’m embarrassed. It’s a really intense, deeply personal, vulnerable record. That can be uncomfortable, even for me at times. But now, I’m like, “Yeah, let’s listen to Cosmic Wink!” It was an exercise in making an album that’s universal. Of course it’s about me, but it can be about anyone. The lyrics are more universal and open-ended on purpose.

SILY: What else is next for you?

JW: Today, I’m finishing some cover songs for Aquarium Drunkard. The rest of my year is touring, and in between tours, trying to write.

SILY: What songs are you covering?

JW: I’m doing “Unravel” by Bjork and “A Thousand Miles From Nowhere” by Dwight Yoakam.

SILY: Anything you’ve been listening to, watching, or reading that’s caught your attention?

JW: I’ve been listening to the new RF Shannon album called Trickster Blues. It’s amazing. I’ve been reading How To Change Your Mind by Michael Pollan. It just came out. The subtitle is What the New Science of Psychedelics Teaches Us About Consciousness, Dying, Addiction, Depression, and Transcendence. I’m about halfway through. I just watched Won’t You Be My Neighbor. I cried. What was really interesting for me was that I’m also reading a Ram Dass book called Polishing The Mirror. It came out about 4 years ago--it’s a really succinct book about how to live your life well. The way Fred Rogers lived his life is essentially the exact same way Dass talks about how to live a good life. It's all the same. All the great teachings about how to live and be a good person on this earth. It doesn’t matter what religion or spiritual context you’re coming from. Fred Rogers was a minister. He was a Christian. And what better example of how to live in a Christ-like way. I’m not a Christian, but I do think that Jesus Christ is an enlightened being that was on this earth that was an example for how to live.

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50 Steps Further

If you are going to enjoy my blog, it will NOT be because of my diction, syntax, sentence structure or logical flow of ideas. This blog is meant to be a semi-stream of consciousness that follows where my heart, mind, and soul are led. I do not care, at this time, to go back and edit. The purpose is to put my ideas out there to share. Life is rough and uncut and messy. I feel that my writing can be so as well. As I progress in my blog, this may change. I may become more logical and connected, but not now. I need to get my ideas out like Dumbledore at a Pensieve after tracking down Horcrux clues.

It is my belief that “50 Shades of Grey” is less about sexual freedom, and is more about a different way women can be tricked into unfulfilling, dangerous, and evil relationships. I hear all the time about how women are oppressed. I hear all the time about how women do not have equality with men. I hear that it is a woman’s body and thus it is her right to choose what she does with it.

I hear these things and am grieved at this injustice done to women in the 21st century. I know that this injustice did not begin in the 21st century, but also understand that Satan is ramping up his attack on humanity. The freedoms and liberties granted women by ideas and books like 50 Shades of Grey further enslave them, they do nothing to free them. Here is why:

Who is oppressing women? Other humans. Other humans who are doing the bidding of Satan and his schemes. Satan wants to absolutely destroy and abolish the Biblical view of marriage. He offers a fraudulent idea to replace God’s ideal. He wants us to believe that marriage is divorceable, not only for man and women, that happily married people can have more than one love, and that the man in the bed next to his wife is actually the enemy. The oppression of women is not a new topic. It is just new in it’s ability to guarantee funding for political campaigns and professor tenure.

Furthermore, Satan wants women to believe that having risky sex involving violence, prostitution, and rampant promiscuity is to be lauded, not condemned. Well, I condemn it. I condemn it in the name of Jesus Christ my Savior! I condemn it because it tears apart women’s hearts across the world. This book is a poison eating away the fundamental nature of women.

Women are to be cherished. They are the more delicate partner/vessel. According to 1 Peter 3: 7, “In a similar way, you husbands must live with your wives in an understanding manner, as with a most delicate partner.[a] Honor them as heirs with you of the gracious gift of life, so that nothing may interfere with your prayers.” ISV. (Literally with the weaker vessel). 

Before you get offended by my use of the Bible’s suggestion that women are weak, understand that this is not what is being said. Any interpretation suggesting this is wrong and off-base. When a family has a fancy holiday meal, I have yet to hear it reported that they busted out the set of cast iron plates, goblets, eating utensils, etc. It is much more common to bring out the “fine china.” Women are fine china and should be treated as such. Fine china is “more delicate” and “the weaker vessel”. Cast iron is used for a much different purpose.

If wives are the more delicate partner, they must be balanced by a less delicate partner. Biblical marriage allows for complimentary relationship development, not competitive relationship obstructions. Furthermore, a most delicate partner or vessel has to be held and transported by someone. As a Christian man, I am to be that transportation. I am to honor my wife. I am to protect her so she may bear what is to be placed inside her. 

This would imply that forcing things, myself, into, or forcing my wife into masochistic bondage is fundamentally wrong. Women do not ACTUALLY want to be dominated, nor do they want to dominate. This is an illusion and a sin from the darkest minds of Hell. My wife, my precious partner and delicate vessel should feel safe, secure, cherished and prepared to become the vessel that holds the most precious of all things: life. Her womb is designed to house a life in the most protected area.

God offers protection for the creation of life within the most delicate vessel. He knows that if men were to bare children, not only would we be unable to procreate for more than one child, but when pregnant we would still run off to wars, thus exposing our bellies to attack and dangers of all kinds.

As far as equality with men is concerned, where did we get the idea that life is supposed to be equal? This is not a Biblical concept, although it is often thought to originate from the Bible. God loves us all equally, but this does not mean we are all equal. Life is not to be equal. I don’t want my wife to do the things I do just to show me that she can. This is absolute madness. My wife is supposed to have me do the things she was not intended to do: the hard, heavy, scary things. If someone enters my house (I don’t have a firearm of any sort currently), I don’t run and grab great-grandma’s china to chastise the intruder with, I get the freaking cast iron pan to beat the guy to death. My most delicate vessel is to be protected, UNEQUALLY!

It is your body and you deserve to be treated fairly and equally as men, huh (according to very generalized liberal feminist thinking and philosophy)? Explain to be how, if you are the only one physically capable and able of producing offspring, that things can EVER BE FAIR? Explain to me how, if I am the other one responsible for helping create life (it is my conviction that the spark of life that happens when sperm and egg meet is a mystery and done by God), how it is fair you get to carry all the children?

I guess God should have given statistical odds to men and women alike and that the sexual organs should have been granted during sex to the one most willing to see the conceived life to healthy birth. Darwin must indeed be a moron if he could not think that Evolution should have overcome God’s design by now. I mean, why haven’t we evolved, if the end goal of evolution is to ensure that life continues, to the point of causing instant death to the women who: miscarry, have second thoughts about having a child, choose a career over a family, have an abortion, abuse their bodies, have a poor diet (should I continue?). Would it not make more Evolutionary progress to have the new life decide innately which vessel to go into? Male seahorses carry their children, after all! 

I think I am on to something here! Call all the transhumanists! I want to find a way to eliminate any baby death to ensure life. I want to have you all collaborate on a way to create transferrable gender organs! Yes- when Satan is done and we are all transgendered, gender neutral, and are completely hermaphroditic, we can live in a society where we live to be as old as WE choose, have children at the age WE choose, have the “gender” WE choose, and do so in a way that looks at marriage and says, “Hey, who wants to carry the baby this time around? Male version? Okay- come to the doctors to have your temporary and disposable uterus installed. It is automatically recycled by the body in 9 months (or should I make it much faster like we have engineered chickens to do?)!” 

Or perhaps we should wait until genderless humans exist and they can identify when THEY choose and are fully prepared to assume the fair and balanced and equal responsibilities to have them decide what sex organs they want. Doc installs them, teaches them how to use their preferred genitalia, and then tells them to “go forth and multiply by whatever factor you choose!”

Ridiculous? Over-the-top? You bet. My point is this- if WE get to choose, and if WE get to make the rules about life, WE will mess it up completely. God’s design is perfect. It is unique and intentional. Anyone who denies this is denying reality and objectivity. The Bible is only EVER proved MORE true by Science. You must only wait to see this come true.

God chose men and women for specific roles. He chose them to become husband and wife to only one husband or wife (opposite roles to compliment each other, savvy?) FOREVER! God made us to perfectly reflect the imago dei, His image. It is only in a collaborative, conjoint, and collective effort that this image stays in tact. We are called to use our strengths to overcome the other’s weaknesses. 

Men are not called to enslave women. They are not called to be dominated sexually by women. We are made, as men, to pursue. Women are made to be pursued. Our genitals are designed for this. A penis becomes erect and wants to go forward to a goal. A vagina softens and becomes receptive. They work best when trust, love, commitment, safety, security, and mutual respect occur as outlined in the Bible.

Women and men ARE NOT EQUAL. We were never meant to be equal. We are to compliment each other. It is not fair to all the men who wanted children (I am talking in context of a strong Biblical marriage so as not to hold non-Christians to a standard they have not agreed to), and who found out that their wife took the “Plan B” pill after sex. It is not fair or equal to men to not get an equal say in abortion or not. It is not balanced. It is not equal. It is not fair. Some men wanted children and their wives purposefully did things to abort the children. This would not occur if we were able to humbly take on our UNEQUAL and Biblical jobs within the context of marriage!

I ask you, if we are living a life like that encouraged by “50 Shades of Grey,” how will there ever be enough stability for families to develop? Can you honestly look me, yourself, or your children in the eye and say that the life illustrated in that book is something you DESIRE? There is no love. There is no commitment. There is no safety. There is no security. There is no mutual respect. There is no genuine sex. Sex is delicate and vulnerable. It can be firm, sure, but it is an act that is to produce life. Life generated through violence is impacted from the beginning by that violence. 

Personally, I find that women who decide to bare children who were conceived through rape, incest, or both, are of the strongest, most noble character known to humanity. Surely their hearts have been touched by God’s grace and purpose and those lives that were originally conceived by violence and sin have been cleansed somehow by the mother’s act!. That is not equal. Men could not and would not make such a decision.

Women, I implore you do stop doing what YOU want to do with YOUR body, but fulfill the honor you were intended for! Do what you were DESIGNED to do! And men, this begins with you. You must create an environment that allows this to occur. Sacrifice. Protect. Repent. Value your wife as Christ values the church! Treat her as the delicate and fragile vessel she is, our future depends on it!

“50 Shades of Grey” and “50 Shades Darker” are actually “50 Steps Further” away from where God wants us to be. Move closer. Move toward God! Do it now before you get lost on your path. Don’t lose yourself! Don’t lose your purpose. Return your faith to Christ and he will heal your unfaithfulness! (Jeremiah 3:22 ISV).