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nicklloydnow · 2 months

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““Dorothy reminds me in so many ways of Toni Morrison,” West said. “You know Toni Morrison is Catholic. Many people do not realize that she is one of the great Catholic writers. Like Flannery O’Connor, she has an incarnational conception of human existence. We Protestants are too individualistic. I think we need to learn from Catholics who are always centered on community.”

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She viewed belief in God as “an intellectual experience that intensifies our perceptions and distances us from an egocentric and predatory life, from ignorance and from the limits of personal satisfactions”—and affirmed her Catholic identity. “I had a moment of crisis on the occasion of Vatican II,” she said. “At the time I had the impression that it was a superficial change, and I suffered greatly from the abolition of Latin, which I saw as the unifying and universal language of the Church.”

Morrison saw a problematic absence of authentic religion in modern art: “It’s not serious—it’s supermarket religion, a spiritual Disneyland of false fear and pleasure.” She lamented that religion is often parodied or simplified, as in “those pretentious bad films in which angels appear as dei ex machina, or of figurative artists who use religious iconography with the sole purpose of creating a scandal.” She admired the work of James Joyce, especially his earlier works, and had a particular affinity for Flannery O’Connor, “a great artist who hasn’t received the attention she deserves.”

What emerges from Morrison’s public discussions of faith is paradoxical Catholicism. Her conception of God is malleable, progressive, and esoteric. She retained a distinct nostalgia for Catholic ritual, and feels the “greatest respect” for those who practice the faith, even if she herself wavered. In a 2015 interview with NPR, Morrison said there was not a “structured” sense of religion in her life at the moment, but “I might be easily seduced to go back to church because I like the controversy as well as the beauty of this particular Pope Francis. He’s very interesting to me.”

Morrison’s Catholic faith—individual and communal, traditional and idiosyncratic—offers a theological structure for her worldview. Her Catholicism illuminates her fiction; in particular, her views of bodies, and the narrative power of stories. An artist, Morrison affirmed, “bears witness.” Her father’s ghost stories, her mother’s spiritual musicality, and her own youthful sense of attraction to Christianity’s “scriptures and its vagueness” led her to conclude it is “a theatrical religion. It says something particularly interesting to black people, and I think it’s part of why they were so available to it. It was the love things that were psychically very important. Nobody could have endured that life in constant rage.” Morrison said it is a sense of “transcending love” that makes “the New Testament . . . so pertinent to black literature—the lamb, the victim, the vulnerable one who does die but nevertheless lives.”

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Morrison is describing a Catholic style of storytelling here, reflected in the various emotional notes of Mass. The religion calls for extremes: solemnity, joy, silence, and exhortation. Such a literary approach is audacious, confident, and necessary, considering Morrison’s broader goals. She rejected the term experimental, clarifying “I am simply trying to recreate something out of an old art form in my books—the something that defines what makes a book ‘black.’”

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Morrison was both storyteller and archivist. Her commitment to history and tradition itself feels Catholic in orientation. She sought to “merge vernacular with the lyric, with the standard, and with the biblical, because it was part of the linguistic heritage of my family, moving up and down the scale, across it, in between it.” When a serious subject came up in family conversation, “it was highly sermonic, highly formalized, biblical in a sense, and easily so. They could move easily into the language of the King James Bible and then back to standard English, and then segue into language that we would call street.”

Language was play and performance; the pivots and turns were “an enhancement for me, not a restriction,” and showed her that “there was an enormous power” in such shifts. Morrison’s attention toward language is inherently religious; by talking about the change from Latin to English Mass as a regrettable shift, she invokes the sense that faith is both content and language; both story and medium.

From her first novel on forward, Morrison appeared intent on forcing us to look at embodied black pain with the full power of language. As a Catholic writer, she wanted us to see the body on the cross; to see its blood, its cuts, its sweat. That corporal sense defines her novel Beloved (1988), perhaps Morrison’s most ambitious, stirring work. “Black people never annihilate evil,” Morrison has said. “They don’t run it out of their neighborhoods, chop it up, or burn it up. They don’t have witch hangings. They accept it. It’s almost like a fourth dimension in their lives.”

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Morrison has said that all of her writing is “about love or its absence.” There must always be one or the other—her characters do not live without ebullience or suffering. “Black women,” Morrison explained, “have held, have been given, you know, the cross. They don’t walk near it. They’re often on it. And they’ve borne that, I think, extremely well.” No character in Morrison’s canon lives the cross as much as Sethe, who even “got a tree on my back” from whipping. Scarred inside and out, she is the living embodiment of bearing witness.

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Morrison’s Catholicism was one of the Passion: of scarred bodies, public execution, and private penance. When Morrison thought of “the infiniteness of time, I get lost in a mixture of dismay and excitement. I sense the order and harmony that suggest an intelligence, and I discover, with a slight shiver, that my own language becomes evangelical.” The more Morrison contemplates the grandness and complexity of life, the more her writing reverts to the Catholic storytelling methods that enthralled her as a child and cultivated her faith. This creates a powerful juxtaposition: a skilled novelist compelled to both abstraction and physicality in her stories. Catholicism, for Morrison, offers a language to connect these differences.

For Morrison, the traits of black language include the “rhythm of a familiar, hand-me-down dignity [that] is pulled along by an accretion of detail displayed in a meandering unremarkableness.” Syntax that is “highly aural” and “parabolic.” The language of Latin Mass—its grandeur, silences, communal participation, coupled with the congregation’s performative resurrection of an ancient tongue—offers a foundation for Morrison’s meticulous appreciation of language.

Her representations of faith—believers, doubters, preachers, heretics, and miracles—are powerful because of her evocative language, and also because she presents them without irony. She took religion seriously. She tended to be self-effacing when describing her own belief, and it feels like an action of humility. In a 2014 interview, she affirmed “I am a Catholic” while explaining her willingness to write with a certain, frank moral clarity in her fiction. Morrison was not being contradictory; she was speaking with nuance. She might have been lapsed in practice, but she was culturally—and therefore socially, morally—Catholic.

The same aesthetics that originally attracted Morrison to Catholicism are revealed in her fiction, despite her wavering of institutional adherence. Her radical approach to the body also makes her the greatest American Catholic writer about race. That one of the finest, most heralded American writers is Catholic—and yet not spoken about as such—demonstrates why the status of lapsed Catholic writers is so essential to understanding American fiction.

A faith charged with sensory detail, performance, and story, Catholicism seeps into these writers’ lives—making it impossible to gauge their moral senses without appreciating how they refract their Catholic pasts. The fiction of lapsed Catholic writers suggests a longing for spiritual meaning and a continued fascination with the language and feeling of faith, absent God or not: a profound struggle that illuminates their stories, and that speaks to their readers.”

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howtomuslim · 3 months

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The Unifying Power of Islam: Binding Diverse People Together

In a world fragmented by differences, Islam stands out as a unifying force that transcends cultural, racial, and geographical boundaries. Its ability to bring together individuals from diverse backgrounds into an international community is a testament to its enduring beauty and relevance in today’s society.

One of the most fascinating ways in which Muslims feel a connection between fellow muslims worldwide is by the means of a common and endearing greeting: “Assalamu Alaykum” (peace be upon you, commonly shortened to “Salam” or peace)

Islam emphasises the fundamental unity of humanity, teaching that all people are descendants of Adam and Eve, and thus, all races and communities are equal in the eyes of the Divine. The Quran states:

“O mankind, indeed We have created you from male and female and made you peoples and tribes that you may know one another. Indeed, the most noble of you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous of you. Indeed, Allah is Knowing and Acquainted” (Quran 49:13).

This verse underscores the importance of recognising our shared humanity and fostering mutual understanding among diverse communities.

The Brotherhood of Believers

Central to Islam is the concept of brotherhood/sisterhood among believers.

The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, “The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion, and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs suffers, the whole body responds to it with wakefulness and fever” (Sahih Bukhari).

This Hadith highlights the interconnectedness of believers and emphasizes the importance of empathy and support within the Muslim community.

Unity in Worship

Five times a day, Muslims around the world turn towards the Kaaba in Mecca, united in prayer, united in direction and united in purpose of worship. This act of collective worship, known as Salah, serves as a powerful symbol of unity and solidarity among Muslims regardless of their geographical location or cultural background. It reinforces the notion that despite our differences, we are bound together by a common faith and devotion to God.

“We have been seeing you turning your face to the heavens. So, We will certainly assign to you a Qiblah that you would like. Now, turn your face in the direction of the Sacred Mosque (Al-Masjid-ul-Harām), and (O Muslims), wherever you are, turn your faces in its direction. Even those who have been given the Book know well that it is the truth from their Lord, and Allah is not unaware of what they do.” [Quran 2:144]

Social Justice and Equality

Islam places a strong emphasis on social justice and equality, advocating for the fair treatment of all individuals irrespective of their race, ethnicity, or socioeconomic status. The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, “None of you truly believes until he loves for his brother what he loves for himself” (Sahih Bukhari). This Hadith underscores the importance of empathy and fairness in our interactions with others, fostering a sense of unity and inclusivity within society.

Cultural Diversity within Islam

Islam is not monolithic, but rather encompasses a rich mosaic of cultures, languages, and traditions from around the world. This diversity is celebrated within the Islamic framework, with different communities bringing their unique customs and practices to the fold of Islam while maintaining their identity as Muslims. The Quran affirms this diversity, stating:

“And among His signs is the creation of the heavens and the earth, and the diversity of your languages and colours. Indeed, in that are signs for those of knowledge” (Quran 30:22)

In a world marked by division and discord, Islam offers a path towards unity, compassion, and understanding. Its teachings inspire individuals to transcend their differences and come together in pursuit of a common purpose: to worship Allah and serve humanity.

#muslim #islamic #allah #quran #islamiyet #islamdaily #islamicreminders #islam #mosque #new article #new blog #newblog

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In the beginning, our brotherhood was palpable. We shared inside jokes, supported each other through thick and thin, and our bond seemed unbreakable. Life, however, unfurls its own narrative, and the threads that once tightly wove us together began to unravel.

As the currents of life carried us in different directions – different posts, new responsibilities , and new brothers to look out for – the once regular gatherings became fleeting, and our cherished group chat from the early days of conflict lost its vibrant hum. The shared experiences that once defined us now felt like distant echoes. We faced unique challenges, forged new connections, and the dynamics of our fellowship shifted.

Unspoken expectations lingered in the air, leading to a sense of disappointment when they went unmet. Our digital communication platforms, once lively with banter, now echoed with unread messages. Victories and milestones were acknowledged, but the celebration lacked the fervor of our shared past.

Nostalgia became a bittersweet companion, surfacing when old memories emerged – reminders of laughter, adventures, and unwavering support. Yet, these memories felt like artifacts from a bygone era, a chapter that had reached its final page.

Efforts to rekindle the closeness felt forced. Conversations, once effortless, now required deliberate effort, and the struggle to find common ground was palpable. We were keenly aware of the growing distance but found it challenging to bridge the gap.

Individual growth, while celebrated, became a double-edged sword. Proud of each other's accomplishments, we couldn't escape the realization that these very achievements contributed to our growing distance. We became spectators to each other's lives rather than active participants.

Despite the physical or emotional distance, our shared history couldn't be erased. When we managed to come together, there was a flicker of the old connection. Laughter may have been forced, and stories not as seamlessly interwoven, but the love and affection endured. It was a testament to the enduring nature of true friendship, even in evolution.

In the end, we realized life is a series of hellos and goodbyes. People change, circumstances shift, and friendships transform. Accepting this evolution was both liberating and painful. We may not have been as entwined as before, but the impact of our family remained indelible.

Each of us has moved forward, cherishing memories and lessons from our shared journey. We may have grown apart, but the essence of what we had persisted – a testament to the ebb and flow of life and friendships.

Hello beautiful person I’M CLAWING AT YOUR WALLS I’M INSIDE THEM I’M—

#ask #anonymous #command batch #orz #other people’s art

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Legendary | Chapter Eight

Guiding us through the beautiful fields, The Grand Elder had two towering Namekian guards lead us to where we'd stay for the next while. Despite being quite close to The Grand Elder's home, we were secluded from the villages. With their direction, we were led to a white, domed, capsule-shaped house with a small garden outside. It was decorated with blue-leaved trees and various rock decorations dotted around in different shapes and sizes. The path in the garden led the way to an arched doorframe that welcomed the pair of us. I smiled to myself, the building looked quaint. After we took in the outside of the house, the guards gave us a password to use in Namekian that would allow the door to open for us and let us in and out. The guards bowed, their given instructions completed.

"The Grand Elder will expect you both at his home for a meal in a few hours. Please take this time to settle in and make yourselves at home."

We headed inside together, Broly gasping as he took in the inside. I was struck by its simple yet elegant decor and design. We decided to take a small tour of the house, noticing how strikingly spotless it was - almost as if it had never been lived in before. Walls were light grey, carpets were cream, and earthy-toned furnishings accented the room. The interior was bathed in a soft, ambient light that warmed the entire space. The bathroom was compact yet luxurious, the fixtures gleamed and the shelves were full of soft, fluffy towels. The spacious shower promised relaxation after our long journey and would prove to be perfect after any training we'd both endure on Namek.

The bedroom was equally as gorgeous, proving to be a tranquil retreat. In the corner of the room was a large, comfortable bed adorned with fresh white linen and plump pillows. The small balcony had breathtaking views over the green and blue surroundings. Taking a step onto it, I inhaled the fresh air as I admired the gardens below.

Finally, the main living room had a cosy seating arrangement. Plush cushions arranged around a low coffee table for dining and a small couch was in the corner, decorated with lovely woven blankets featuring traditional Namekian designs. I settled back on one of the spaces on the couch, swinging my feet up before letting out a relaxed sigh. Having been hosted by The Grand Elder and his people, I felt so grateful. I felt an undeniable peace within these walls, despite the looming danger we anticipated.

Broly paced in the living space in front of me, his brows furrowed with his finger on his lip as he was clearly deep in thought, "Do you think the Grand Elder knows why we're here? Do you think he saw who's going to attack Namek?"

I shrugged, I had only considered the possibility briefly. "It's hard to say in all honesty. If he sent that distress signal, I'd assume he must have an idea of what's coming."

Broly nodded, his expression serious, "We need to be prepared for anything. I know you probably wouldn't mind but I'd love it if you could help train me. You're strong and smart. I'd love to learn how to be more of a soldier."

I observed his determination, I was admittedly impressed as his request elected his sincere desire to grow stronger and keep his strength more under control. His openness to learn from me felt like a testament to his trust. It was touching. With a simple nod, I acknowledged his request. I understood how important it is to hone your skills, especially when we are facing potential danger together.

"I'd be honoured to help you train, Broly," I replied, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. "We'll start with the basics and work our way up. Your rage is a huge factor. It terrifies even me. You're so soft and gentle with me but when you're angry you go crazy. I can try and help with that. Remember, strength isn't just physical. It's about strategy. adaptability and resilience too. I'll focus on all aspects to ensure you're prepared."

Broly's expression softened into a grateful smile, a sense of relief clear in his eyes. "Thank you, Flora. I know I have lots to learn, but with your guidance, I believe I can become a better protector and a better warrior."

We started off discussing training schedules and techniques, and the closeness between us was more and more evident. Despite how uncertain the future head, we found solace in a shared determination. We have to protect Namek and it's people. Our discussions went on for hours. We planned to train in Namek's fields for an outdoor training space. They stretched for miles are weren't close to the villages so it was safe just in case Broly went a little out of control again.

As one of Namek's suns began to dip under the horizon, a warm orange glow was briefly cast over the landscape. We both knew it was time to head to The Grand Elder's home for dinner. Once we had showered we both got ready, changing into the garments the Namekians had provided us. Broly dressed in a black dress shirt and pants and I was given a white dress with a black corseted waist. I had never worn a dress before. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled gently. I felt pretty. I helped Broly button up his shirt, looking up at him as I made sure he looked presentable. It was hard for him to leave Ba's ear behind, it was going to be cleaned while we were out. I stepped outside, looking up to Broly to catch a relaxed level of anticipation behind his eyes.

"I've never been to something like this before," he trailed as he shuffled his feet in the fluffy grass below.

"Neither have I," I replied, approaching him slowly.

Together, we walked along a short path and up the hill that led to The Grand Elder's home. The air was filled with a gentle hum from the Namekian wildlife and the soft rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. The towering trees cast long shadows over the path as we quickly approached the tall standing stone building. We were greeted by the two warriors who had shown us to the home, ushering us inside. I looked around in amazement as the entrance was decorated with soft lighting and intricate carvings, Namek's rich history was all documented through these impressive designs immortalised in the stone. As we followed them both up some stairs we were led inside the grand dining room. Broly stayed close by my side as we were greeted by the head of the long, polished, wooden dining table that was set before us, The Grand Elder. The table was decorated beautifully with small statues and candles, each seat had it's own fine china and cutlery arrangement. As always, I felt calm,

"Welcome, my wonderful guests," The Grand Elder said, his deep voice echoing in the sheer size of the dining room. "Please, take your seats at each side of me. Dinner will be served shortly."

As we settled into our chairs, the table would gradually fill up with more guests from the Namekian council who were invited along with us. The chatter was loud as gradually the table was laid out with plenty of freshly cooked dishes. Plates were piled high with native fruits and vegetables, steaming bowls of fragrant soups and platters of seasoned dishes added more colour to the room. Wine sourced from local vineyards was poured into everyone's glasses, everyone clinking glasses as the festivities continued. Broly took a sip, pursing his lips and flaring his nostrils upon his first taste.

Throughout the meal I found that the conversation between The Grand Elder and I. Broly listened along, nodding as he filled his mouth with food and continued sipping from his glass. The Grand Elder was incredibly interested in the stories of how Broly and I crossed paths, our fight with Frieza's men and our brief journey through the stars before receiving his signal. When given the chance, Broly touched on his story too. He shared about his banishment to Vampa with his father, and the years he spent in solitude clearly reflected on him.

"May I ask my young boy, do you know what happened to your father?" The Grand Elder questioned. Sighing, Broly clenched his fork tightly as he looked down at his plate.

"I don't know," he responded. "One minute he was there, the next he wasn't."

The Grand Elder nodded, resting a hand on Broly's firm shoulder. I looked on, contemplating the mystery. I hoped it was something we would find out the answer to along our journey, for his sake more than anyone else's. He cleared his throat before issuing a response, "Just know your father would be proud of the strong man you are today."

He looked to me next, the discussion moving on. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder too. "My army is built of the finest kinds of warriors. Some of them exhibit unfathomable strength to protect our people."

His head turned to Broly, "But where would we be if we didn't also have guardians to overlook the planet's wellbeing?"

"My Namekian army is formed of warriors and guardians. The two roles cannot work in harmony without trust and understanding. I don't think I need to educate you both on that."

I looked across the table to see Broly smiling back over to me, I couldn't help but return it. I felt like an idiot for how wide my lips held my grin. His cheeks were warmed with a slight blush as he took another swig from his wine glass. The Grand Elder leaned towards me next, his lips near enough to touch my ear as he made a simple request.

"When the meal is over, would you mind staying behind? We have much to discuss."

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write a story about (y/n) finding an injured Meruem (fro the anime Hunter x Hunter) after is fight with the chairman of the Hunter association. (y/n), not knowing who she is, decides to help and uses her healing abilities to save his life.

A Tender Melody

In the heart of the secluded forest, (Y/N) continued to tend to Meruem's injuries and assist him in his recovery. As the days passed, their connection grew stronger, and the once-mighty Chimera Ant King found himself drawn further into the enigmatic world of human emotions.

Under the gentle care of (Y/N), Meruem's injuries gradually healed, but it was the mending of his heart that was the most profound transformation. His vulnerability and newfound emotions were perplexing to him, and he struggled to comprehend the profound changes occurring within his being.

"(Y/N)," he spoke her name softly one evening, his voice carrying an almost childlike innocence, "I do not know what I am feeling. It is as if my heart, once hardened, is now… thawing. What is happening to me?"

(Y/N), sitting beside him, looked into his eyes with understanding. "Meruem, you are experiencing emotions, something every human knows well. It's not a weakness but a strength, a testament to your capacity for change and growth."

Meruem's crimson eyes, once filled with a sense of invincibility, now revealed a vulnerability and curiosity that intrigued (Y/N). They began to share stories of their pasts, their dreams, and their perceptions of the world. Meruem's inquiries about the intricacies of human existence were met with patience and warmth.

With each passing day, the forest's beauty and the bond between (Y/N) and Meruem deepened. They explored the wonders of nature together, and (Y/N) introduced him to the world of music, playing her favorite tunes on a small, portable instrument she had brought with her.

The melodies she played seemed to resonate with Meruem in a way nothing else had. The music carried emotions he had never before encountered, and they touched his heart deeply. It was as if (Y/N)'s music became the bridge between their worlds, allowing Meruem to express his emotions through the power of melody.

One evening, Meruem stood beneath the forest's canopy, his crimson eyes focused on the horizon. (Y/N) joined him, playing a soft, soothing melody that echoed through the trees. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a breathtaking palette of colors across the sky.

In that serene moment, Meruem turned to (Y/N), his voice quivering with sincerity. "I want to protect this place, our sanctuary, and the melodies that have awakened my heart."

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes filled with warmth. "You're already doing that, Meruem, simply by being here and sharing in the beauty of this world."

Meruem's transformation, once marked by his insatiable hunger for power, had now culminated in a different kind of strength—an emotional depth and a yearning for understanding. He didn't know how to label it, but he was captivated by (Y/N), who had shown him the profound beauty of the human experience.

Their connection deepened, and the tenderness of their bond blossomed. They laughed, shared stories, and embraced the world's wonders together. Love, an emotion once foreign to Meruem, became a powerful force in his life.

One day, as they stood near a crystal-clear stream, Meruem found himself struggling to express his emotions. "I feel something for you that I cannot define," he admitted, his crimson eyes fixed on (Y/N). "It's as if my heart aches when you're not near. What is this?"

(Y/N) took his hand and looked into his eyes with a gentle smile. "Meruem, what you're feeling is love. It's a profound and beautiful emotion that binds people together. And I feel the same way."

In the heart of the forest, amidst the rustling leaves and the soft melodies of the stream, (Y/N) and Meruem's love story continued to unfold. Their love was a testament to the transformative power of emotions and the enduring strength of the human spirit.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, (Y/N) and Meruem's bond deepened, their love growing stronger with each passing moment. The once-mighty Chimera Ant King had not only healed physically but had undergone a profound transformation, becoming a protector of the forest and a guardian of the tender melodies that had unraveled his heart.

In the quiet embrace of the forest, their love story became an enduring testament to the power of human emotions and the extraordinary capacity for change and growth, even in the most unlikely of hearts.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

#x reader #reader insert #meruem x reader #meruem x you #meruem x y/n #Fanfiction #Meruem #Y/N #LoveStory #Emotions #Transformation #HunterxHunter #Healing #Nature #Music #TenderMelody

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DIFFERENT for a scene from my muse's past that they feel changed their outlook / personality / etc, for the better or worse

Everything about their lives had revolved around duty.

Anabella and he had both known this would be the case. They had been prepared for it since their youth, to give their all for the duchy; their happiness, their love, even their marriage and future children, it was all dedicated to the people of Rosaria, to fulfilling their duties as was decided from the moment of their births. And as many times as Elwin had thought about the concepts of "freedom" and "choice", it had mostly been with regards to other people -- rather than himself. No, for him, the ideas were no more than fanciful dreams or silent prayers offered to Meteia above.

When Anabella had found out that she was with child, of course the young couple had celebrated. Of course they were ecstatic. But it had never really sunk in for him what being a "father" would be like, just as it had never truly been clarified to him what a "good" husband should be like. There was always, inevitably, this underlying thought of, "this is our duty. We are fulfilling our obligations to Rosaria and her people."

Even as the months marched onward, and he spent more and more time with his wife in order to support her, that feeling continued to persist. They were fulfilling their duties. No doubt it was difficult for Anabella, more difficult than Elwin could ever begin to imagine, and the birth was no less difficult and thrice as painful for her. But she was fulfilling her duty. She knew it well, had been prepared extensively for this moment, and he held her hand all the way through -- because while she fulfilled her individual duty, it was his duty to support her.

But when the first wails of the healthy little boy echoed throughout the bedchamber, and the Archduke witnessed the Duchess holding the babe so gently, so lovingly in her arms, suddenly their duties were all but completely forgotten. They were beautiful together -- a picture of perfection, of love personified. As she laughed in her exhaustion and kissed the fussy baby's tuft of dark hair, he found himself holding his breath; as her fingertips brushed across one of Clive's pudgy, reddened cheeks, his heartbeat quickened 'til it was all he could hear pulsing so frantically within his ears, drumming away inside his head.

Up until now, their lives had been dictated by their duties. But now, now there was something more; there was a deep-rooted love within Elwin's heart, sprouting and blooming all at once, roses so very much like the ones his father had planted for his mother so long ago. Now he understood that gesture. Now he truly, wholly knew what it had represented, and continued to represent to this day: enduring love.

Before he knew it, he was leaning over to press an adoring kiss to the top of Anabella's head. Then his fingertips gently touched their firstborn's hair, so downy and thin, but already dark like his was. This was not part of their duties. This was not dedicated to the people of Rosaria. This was his, this was theirs. This was a love, at least on his part, for his wife and child, with Clive being the living, breathing testament to not their devotion to the duchy, but their devotion to each other.

Most of all, their devotion to this child. He would not be a pawn of the court, he would not be reduced solely to the identity of the Dominant of Phoenix, and he would not be loved simply for what he was and what he would go on to do, or because he was heir to the throne. He would be loved for himself, and Elwin knew it was selfish to want to keep the baby all to themselves, but oh, did he want to so very desperately. He wanted to be there for him, to support him, to love him unconditionally, to become a better person for him -- that he would lead by example not for the people, but for their son.

And if it was selfishness to love Clive with all of his heart, as his son first, then Elwin was more than content with that. He was happy to be the most selfish man in all of Valisthea.

#Headcanons #Audiences #rosh1d #this ended up much longer than it was meant to be. oops

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hiswordsarekisses · 4 months

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To love someone - according to 1st Corinthians chapter 13 - is to be patient with them. To be kind. Not to be envious or boastful or rude to them. Not to insist on having our own way. Not to be irritable or resentful toward them… not to find joy in doing wrong - but to take joy in the truth.

To love someone is bear with them, hope for them, and endure with them in all things without failing.

To love is to lay my life down to the death of self for another.

Jesus said in Matthew chapter 24 that in the end days the love of a great many people will grow cold because of the spirit of law-less-ness and sin. (Matt 24:12!!!)

What it looks like when our love grows cold is the opposite of 2nd Corinthians chapter 13.

According to 2nd Timothy chapter 3 it looks like people loving themselves.

It looks like people being proud, arrogant, and abusive.

It looks like people being ungrateful, impossible to please, and having a high opinion of themselves.

It looks like heartless, rebellious, slanderous treacherous, reckless, brutal people.

It looks like loving pleasure instead of loving God.

So the root of our love growing cold Jesus says is law-less-ness and sin. And now we know the symptoms of both walks. With and without love. So we have to be aware and stay on our face before God keeping our hearts cleansed and praying that our love will not grow cold.

The tying together of all of these passages were inspired by my beautiful daughter who knows how to dig for treasure, and I’m so grateful that I get to be included in what she finds. (Thank you Jordi 💕)

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“Some people understand Paul to say that the New Testament principle of love has replaced the Old Testament principle of law… Since love must be voluntary and cannot be compelled, so the thinking goes, love and law are mutually exclusive.

But if we realize the moral law is a transcript—a written reproduction—of the moral character of God and that "God is love" (1 John 4:8), we see that we cannot distinguish between law and love. Both express the character of God. They’re two sides of the same coin, and reading scripture, we find they are the same.

Paul said in Romans 13:10, "love does no wrong to its neighbor" - If we didn’t also have the commandments (which Paul actually quotes in verse 9) against such things as adultery, stealing, and murder, how would we even know what it means to harm one’s neighbor?”

- Jerry Bridges

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Echoes of Immortality, Threads of Mortal Hearts

Zhongli x Fem!Reader

As [Name] and Zhongli strolled through Liyue, the city bathed in the golden hues of the sunset, memories of their shared history resurfaced. [Name], not originally from Teyvat, had known Zhongli for years by this point. He, along with Xiao, had been one of the first to take her under their wing when she first arrived, a stranger in this unfamiliar realm.

Sharing tales of their past became a journey through time, a testament to the enduring bond forged in the crucible of experiences. [Name] spoke of the initial struggles of adapting to Teyvat, of the guidance and wisdom provided by Zhongli and Xiao during those formative years.

Zhongli listened with a keen interest, memories of those early days etched in his immortal mind. He marveled at [Name]'s resilience and growth, a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity. The bond between them transcended the passage of time, becoming a bridge that connected the mortal and immortal realms.

"You were there when I was just a lost soul in this vast world," [Name] mused, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. "You and Xiao gave me a sense of belonging, a purpose. It's because of you that I've come to appreciate the beauty and complexity of humanity."

Zhongli, touched by the sincerity of [Name]'s words, nodded in acknowledgment. The sunset cast a warm glow on their shared history, weaving threads of connection that spanned beyond the confines of Teyvat. In that moment, as they continued their journey through Liyue, the ancient archon found solace in the enduring nature of their friendship.

[Name] turned her head and studied Zhongli's enigmatic presence, contemplating the paradox of his immortal existence. "You've observed humans for centuries, Zhongli. What's your take on us?"

Zhongli met her gaze with a thoughtful expression. "Humans possess a curious blend of virtues and flaws. They forge civilizations, yet their ambitions can lead to turmoil."

A soft smile played on [Name]'s lips as she moved closer. "But even with our shortcomings, there's an undeniable beauty in our resilience, our capacity to learn and evolve."

Zhongli felt the gentle pull of connection and reciprocated with a gaze that held a hint of affection. "Indeed. Mortals create stories, build connections, and find meaning in the transient nature of their lives. It's a delicate dance of existence."

Their shared musings became a dance of words, and [Name] sensed a connection blooming between them. "We stumble and make mistakes, yet there's an inherent drive to improve," she confessed, feeling the unspoken warmth between them. "In a way, our imperfections are what make us strive for greatness."

Zhongli's gaze softened further, his proximity conveying a subtle intimacy. "Precisely. Life's impermanence is the catalyst for growth. Mortals, in their fleeting existence, leave an indelible mark on the world."

As [Name] and Zhongli continued their stroll through Liyue, the city wrapped in the warm embrace of the sunset, their shared memories and musings created an invisible tapestry of connection. The ancient archon and the wanderer from distant lands found solace in each other's company, their bond weaving through the fabric of time.

The romantic undertone lingered in the air, subtly acknowledged yet not fully realized by the two companions. Unbeknownst to them, their words and shared experiences painted a portrait of a connection that transcended the boundaries of time and realms—an enduring friendship tinged with a hint of something more.

"You know we might not be the greatest things, but I don't think humans are all that bad," [Name] remarked, a sentiment that hung in the air like a gentle breeze as she looked amongst the crowds of people bustling through Liyue.

Zhongli, the wise and contemplative archon, gave a soft look towards the young woman while she looked ahead and nodded in agreement. "Indeed."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the city in hues of twilight, [Name] and Zhongli continued their journey through Liyue. The shared warmth of their history and the unspoken connection between them illuminated the path ahead, a testament to the enduring beauty found within the intricacies of mortal and immortal hearts.

In the tranquil moments of Liyue's evening, the bond between [Name] and Zhongli stood as a testament to the delicate dance of existence—a dance that embraced the resilience, imperfections, and the ever-evolving nature of both mortals and immortals alike. And so, they ventured forth into the night, their shared journey illuminated by the ethereal glow of a city that held the echoes of their past and the promise of an unknown future.

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This connection with nature brings me a profound sense of joy and tranquility. The greenery in my home, the potted roses, and the floral patterns all serve as constant reminders of the people I hold dear. Each plant and petal seems to carry a memory, a moment shared with my loved ones.

The vibrant, ever-changing beauty of nature mirrors the complexities of human relationships. Just as flowers bloom and wither, so do our connections with others ebb and flow. It's a reminder to cherish every moment and nurture the bonds we share, for they are as fragile and precious as a delicate blossom.

When I tend to my plants or simply sit among them, I feel closer to those I love, my mother, sisters, wife, and son. Even to my father, who has passed away but lives on in my memories and the shared love of nature that he instilled in me. The presence of nature in my life is a testament to the enduring power of love and the beauty that can be found in even the simplest of things.

#family #love #nature #roses #flowers #photography #vintage #retro #abutarha #plants #wild flowers #floral #canon

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31 Days of Halloween: Day 22, The Phantasmal Phenomena of Poveglia Island, Venice, Italy

On the 22nd eerie evening of our haunting Halloween journey, we cast our gaze across the waters to the sinister shores of Poveglia Island in Venice, Italy. This forsaken island, entwined with tales of dread and desolation, beckons to us from amidst the serene Venetian Lagoon, offering a glimpse into a dark and turbulent past. As we set sail towards its forbidden terrain, the chilling whispers of bygone souls guide our path through the mists of time.

Historical Background

Poveglia Island, a seemingly serene speck amidst the Venetian Lagoon, holds within its bounds a history steeped in blood and despair. Its dark tale unfolds as early as 421 AD, with people fleeing barbarian invasions finding refuge on its shores. However, the island's malevolent legacy truly began to shape during the bubonic plague, serving as a quarantine station for the diseased and dying. The lagoon turned crimson with the blood of the infected, and the screams of the tormented souls echoed across the waters. Poveglia's sinister tale continued to evolve as it housed a mental asylum during the early 20th century, where the tormented cries of the mentally ill resonated amidst its forsaken halls.

Haunting Tales

The tormented echoes of Poveglia's dark past reverberate through the fabric of the island, giving birth to chilling tales of ghostly apparitions and eerie phenomena. Visitors have reported seeing shadows darting through the ruins and hearing the desperate cries of plague victims carried by the wind. The island is also said to harbor the spirit of a cruel doctor who tormented the patients of the asylum, his sinister presence felt within the decaying walls of the institution.

The ghostly tales extend to the waters surrounding the island, with local fishermen avoiding the area for fear of catching human remains in their nets. The sinister aura of Poveglia Island seems to challenge the brave and the foolhardy to unveil the dark secrets veiled within its haunted domain.

Exploring Poveglia Island

While the Italian government has sealed off Poveglia Island from the public, its haunting allure continues to draw the curious and the fearless. The tales of its ghostly inhabitants beckon to paranormal investigators and thrill-seekers, urging them to unveil the dark mysteries lurking amidst the ruins. Though the paths to the island are barred, the chilling narrative of Poveglia continues to enthrall and terrify, making it a sinister yet captivating destination in the realm of the paranormal.

Conclusion

As we disembark from the haunting haven of Poveglia Island, the ominous echoes of its dark past continue to resonate through Day 22 of our Halloween venture. The phantasmal phenomena of Poveglia Island remain an enduring enigma, offering a chilling narrative that intertwines the realms of history, horror, and the unknown. Amidst the serene beauty of Venice, the sinister lore of Poveglia Island lurks as a dark shadow, offering a hauntingly enthralling tale that stands as a testament to the eternal struggle between the living and the dead.

#ko-fi #kofi #geeknik #nostr #art #blog #writing #halloween #all hallows eve #samhain #31daysofhalloween #31 days of halloween #italy #venice #poveglia island #ghosts #haunted #haunting

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The King and Queen Consort visit the National Park of Brittania

15th of April 2024

We are pleased to announce this royal engagement means to reflect our enduring commitment to the preservation of Britannia's natural beauty and our deep appreciation for our kingdom's rich landscapes.

King Arthur and Queen Consort Lottie paid a visit to Britannia's National Park on the 15th of April. This visit holds special significance as it marks a renewed pledge to the conservation and safeguarding of our cherished natural heritage.

Britannia's National Park, a jewel in our kingdom's crown, boasts breathtaking vistas, pristine forests, and an abundance of wildlife. It is a testament to our commitment to environmental stewardship, a value held dear by our royal family for generations.

During this visit, Their Majesties engaged with the head park ranger, reaffirming our kingdom's dedication to the responsible management of our national treasures. Together, we aim to strike a harmonious balance between the preservation of our natural landscapes and the enjoyment of these gifts by our citizens.

This occasion also presents an opportunity for Their Majesties to share in the wonder of Britannia's natural wonders. In this spirit, we invite the people of our kingdom to join us in celebrating our unique and diverse landscapes.

As we step into this new era of environmental consciousness, our royal family remains steadfast in our commitment to safeguarding the environment for generations to come. We look forward to reinforcing our shared responsibility to protect Britannia's natural legacy.

God save the King and may Britannia's natural beauty endure for eternity.

Office of the King and Queen Consort The Royal Palace, Britannia

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The Orbits of the Heart

In the vast tapestry of human emotions, there exists a force as powerful and enigmatic as gravity itself—love. Just like the celestial bodies that waltz through the cosmos, our hearts too have their own orbits. In this cosmic dance, emotions align and collide, creating a spectacle of human connection that is as wondrous as it is poetic.

The Universal Law of Love

Imagine, for a moment, that each person is a star, a radiant source of light and warmth in the dark expanse of the universe. These stars, like individuals, possess their own unique qualities, experiences, and emotional masses. They emit their emotional energy into the cosmos, and it is this energy that forms the basis of attraction.

The Dance Begins

As stars are drawn to each other by the invisible hand of gravity, so too are people drawn together by the irresistible force of love. Picture two stars in the night sky, their orbits intersecting in a cosmic embrace. This is where love is born, in the space between their hearts, where they become intertwined in a dance of emotions.

The Variability of Love

Just as the strength of gravitational attraction varies between celestial bodies, so does the intensity of love between individuals. Some orbits are stable and predictable, like the steady orbits of planets, while others are more erratic, like comets blazing through the sky. Love is a spectrum, and its manifestations are as diverse as the stars in the night sky.

Evolving Orbits

The beauty of love lies in its capacity for change and growth. Over time, just as the orbits of celestial bodies can shift due to the gravitational pull of other stars, so too can the orbits of our hearts be influenced by life experiences, shared moments, and personal growth. Love is not static; it is a dynamic force that evolves along with us.

The Cosmic Tapestry

In this cosmic dance of love, each relationship weaves a unique thread into the grand tapestry of human connection. Some orbits are long and enduring, tracing graceful arcs across the sky, while others are fleeting, like shooting stars that streak through our lives. Each one is a work of art, a testament to the ever-changing nature of love.

Conclusion

So, as we gaze up at the starry night sky, let us not forget that the same forces that govern the universe also shape the contours of our hearts. Love, like gravity, is a force that binds us together in a cosmic tapestry of emotions and connections. It is the most wondrous and poetic dance of all, where the orbits of our hearts create a symphony of love that lights up the human experience.

#love #article #force of gravity #cosmic

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Nestled within the hallowed halls of the Smithsonian Institution, the legendary Hope Diamond commands attention as one of the world’s most coveted gems.

This extraordinary gemstone, weighing a remarkable 45.52 carats and boasting a deep blue hue, is estimated to be worth an astonishing $250 to $350 million. Its exceptional beauty and immense value have made it a symbol of luxury and allure.

The journey of the Hope Diamond to its current home in the Smithsonian is a tale that adds to its mystique. In a surprising turn of events, the renowned jeweler Harry Winston, known for his extraordinary gemstone collection, casually mailed the diamond to the museum.

Enclosed within a plain brown wrapper, the precious gem traveled via registered mail, with its true identity known only to a select few.

This seemingly unassuming package belied the magnificent treasure it contained, further enhancing the intrigue surrounding the Hope Diamond.

Since finding its place in the Smithsonian’s National Gem Collection, the Hope Diamond has become a beacon for enthusiasts and curious visitors from around the globe.

Its magnetic allure draws countless visitors, making it one of the most visited museum objects in the world. People from all walks of life are captivated by the diamond’s dazzling brilliance, its deep blue depths capturing the imagination and sparking a sense of wonder.

Beyond its sheer beauty and astronomical value, the Hope Diamond holds a captivating history. Legends and tales of its supposed curse have only added to its mystique and fueled the fascination surrounding this rare gem.

As visitors stand in awe before the Hope Diamond, they become part of its illustrious narrative, connecting with the centuries of awe-inspiring stories that have accompanied this extraordinary gemstone.

The enduring popularity and universal appeal of the Hope Diamond serve as a testament to the timeless allure of precious gemstones and their ability to captivate the human spirit.

As visitors gaze upon this resplendent gem, they are drawn into a world of opulence and fascination, immersed in the brilliance and history that the diamond represents.

The Hope Diamond stands as a shining example of the remarkable treasures that grace the halls of museums, enriching our understanding of the world’s cultural and natural heritage.

Its presence at the Smithsonian continues to inspire awe, igniting a sense of wonder and reminding us of the incredible power held within the depths of the earth.

As a cherished gem of immeasurable value, the Hope Diamond invites us to explore the realms of beauty, history, and human fascination, serving as a testament to the enduring allure of the world’s most precious gems.

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Peace of Mind is hard to find but when you get it, it is the most amazing thing one can hold onto. There many things on this earth that bring about this transition in evolution however the question is, what is this for you and is it all you ever wanted. Family is such a thing and it is but all there is.

Humanity is a way of existence that we all have to exist as. Clearly there different contexts of this reality and how we decide to live comes down to this definition, So what is humanity to you.

Honor is a word i find very interesting and its division to honesty and transparency even more so does create a question of self. How does one become as it were open minded and too of forthcoming speech with open sourced coherence. Inceptive or Deceptive is what we should ask of ourselves.

Family is on my mind, the entirity of category from close, extended and unknown family.

Life is on my mind, and as a Ugandan, it is the life of all that i speak of, not mine, yours or the next person but indeed everyone.

The politics of Uganda are very diverse as are the people. And long before politics as we have come to know and practise it, we were a people who embraced first and foremost, politics of the heart, which was engineered by the spirit and soul, then we thereafter engaged politics of the mind. So we must ask ourselves whether we acknowledge the difference in what politics was and what it has become.

What is never on my mind should be question of intrigue. One is never low on hope nor is one short on faith and well, one simply is lifeless without Love.

One has long thought of a world different to the one we know, and not to say there ain't a number of beautiful and admirable things about planet earth but speaking of a land I grew up in, Kampala Uganda, the most diverse and integrated community with tremendous desirable attributes of surmount characteristic that I know of, it is painful even saddening to see a country such as this one, continuously undergo tyrannical magnitudes of madness. But there is hope yet and indeed the love of this great nation remains at heart. Like human beings who consistently need rethinking of their existence, there is great future of change that will awash this wonderful of country. The pearl of Africa it was named and well as testimony may have it, only time will heal its setbacks and the best of vision is yet to be captivated to length of spatial longevity as a nation of endurance and perseverance that has no end to attaining a momentous of through and through beauty. Faith that God created this nation as testament of everlasting new beginnings.

What's in front of one is more important than what is behind and for that reason I have a vision non like any before.

There is no comparison of any one given person as the creator makes no mistakes. There can only be one like ourselves as is the capacity of every rain drop. Our destiny is to comprehend our gravity of extent to the bigger picture. But together we have the power and will to foresee a change none like any. There is no comparison of what we all could achieve and henceforth manifest as units of change to a world we all have come to call home. mi casa es su casa. Can't we all just get along.

Has planet earth become more or less a paradise of happiness or sorrow. It is not individual but diverse interconnectedness of all that exists that we must answer this question. Have the hopes and dreams of men and women as once children become as such the world visioned. Humanity is peace, love, harmony and tranquility. A pact of sisterhood and brotherhood that is without boundaries but both internal and external projection of trajectory advancement as an evolved species. Life on planet earth must be corrected and effectively enriched in this generation. For it is the time of healing that we all have been tasked with and after the greatest of all monumental captivation, rebuilding the foundation of essence as residents of this realm.

The Police Man and The Army Man.

This is a story that takes us

Into the workings of power.

It was on this occassion

That someone screamed for help

As the tale is told

They were robbed by two men

And two men came to the rescue.

A police man who'd only just begun

On the first day of his duty

And an army man

Passing through town

On this particular event.

An argument broke out between the two

Over who should handle the case.

The army man insisted he was higher ranking

And the policeman claimed jurisdiction.

Confused in conflict another call was made

Attention Gentlemen please

At ease with eachother

We need your assistance.

And in an instance

A quarrelsome battle seized

Together they answered

At your service.

Again we have been violated

By whom asked the policeman

And in reply by strangers.

What did they take

Our harvest as we are grangers.

In what direction asked the policeman

They headed west in pointing assertion

And by what means did they travel

By cycle answered in address politeness

Was it bicycle or motorcycle

By both actually in so recollection

The stunned army man on foot requested

Might we commandeer your tractor

And the police man backed this petition

Both setting off in pursuit of the wrongdoers.

They returned with two captured suspects.

One had a motorcycle and the other a bicycle

But with no harvest to show.

So they asked whether they recognized either

And a resounding no as they wore masks followed

And too, it was the wee hours of the morning

And being day light right now in that moment

All they could remember was that

One sounded like a woman

And the other like a man

But the apprehended were both men

The policeman and army man said oh men

What are we to do

The victims broke into tears

And this was their worst fear.

To be continued

The Lion Prince and Dragon Princess.

Once upon a time

In a land not so distant

Far in the heart of the Jungle

Amidst the vast savanna plains

Was a prince.

None like any of the young men

He was adventurous and known by many

As the most mischievous ever.

His nature very much like the wild

With love for the earth everlasting

He alone would become the first

To travel the lands across the mountains.

On the other side of the world

Was a princess.

Known as the Dragon princess

She was the soul of the mountains

And the valleys alike.

Her spirit matched to the prince

Was one of Adventure and dreams.

It was in this clasp that the two

Would one day as destiny intended

Meet and fall in Love.

Like every tale told

It was not an easy road

At crossroads is where

They would find challenges

Set upon them in time.

The evil witches and wizards who worked

For the evil queens and kings

Would stop at nothing to

See them apart from course.

But the universe no match

For the spells of wickedness

Would fail at every attempt.

For it was the union of these two

That the lion and the dragon

Would become as such pact

To conquer all evil adact.

The young prince had a companion

A lion that was well adapted

With the lands as his playground

And the Princess on the other hand

With a Dragon that rode the skies

With zeal and might.

Together they would become

The beginning of dreams

With no end to love

That was unbreakable.

For centuries it is believed

That seers into the future

Would try and bend all time

To stop such becoming.

And that it was this very unlikely

But destined union

That would break the curse

Known as the war on peace.

The union would be

One that mended all rage

A chapter into a new age

Of time where love reigned.

A moments glance into

A people freed from

Enslavement of hate.

The earth lands and

The sky bands would

Forever be bound

Together for eternity

As the lion and dragon union

A match made in heaven

And destined by the universe.

To be Continued

#mindset #childlike #childhood memories

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From YahuShua HaMashiach, Our Lord and Savior ✉️

REGARDING THE CELEBRATION OF CHRISTMAS - Rooted deeply in paganism! Abomination in the eyes of God!

“Thus says The Lord: Most assuredly, I say to you, any and all rituals which are rooted in paganism are an abomination in the eyes of God! And all who place My name upon them, or do them by permission in My name, have surely taken the name of The Lord in vain! I know many say they celebrate this holiday in loving memory of My earthly birth, yet on this day I did not come into the world by way of water and blood. For that day and hour remains unknown to you, nor do you understand. For you cast off knowledge, and refuse to honor the appointed times which The Father commanded you to keep holy and remember.[1] Thus My people are indeed destroyed for lack of knowledge, as it is written.[2]

How long shall you mar My image before the people?! How long shall My name be blasphemed Because of you, O churches of men?!...

How long shall you commit adultery with the Harlot and revel in the idolatries of the pagan?! How long shall you remain married to this world And all its fornications against God?!...

Again I tell you, ALL religions, religious rituals And celebrations, rooted deeply in paganism, Are an abomination in the eyes of The Most High God!

Well did My servant Sha’ul (also known as Paul) prophesy of you, saying: In the latter days some will depart from the faith, giving heed to deceiving spirits and doctrines of demons, speaking lies in hypocrisy, having their consciences seared as with a hot iron.[3] And well did he prophesy of this generation, saying: Men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying the power thereof[4]. Therefore, woe to all who celebrate this detestable holiday of men! Woe, I say to you! And three times woe, to all who do so in MY name! Hypocrites! Workers of idolatry! You are a perverse people who do always take the name of The Lord in vain! Yet I hear you saying, “But we only seek to honor You, Lord, in any and all ways.” Yet I ask you, how can we be one if your heart belongs to another?[5] And how does reveling in those things I hate honor Me? I tell you the truth, all who love this world more than Me are not worthy of Me! And all who honor the ways of the harlot dishonor Me and shall share in her judgment! And ALL, who revel in the ways of the pagan, have cast their lot with satan! Or have you never read these Scriptures: You can not drink the cup of The Lord and the cup of demons; you can not partake of The Lord’s table and of the table of demons?![6]

Indeed, what do all these things have to do with Me? Why do you decorate the tree? Is it not beautiful as it is? And why do you decorate your house? A household, which seeks to honor Me, has no need of worldly decorations. For in humility, set apart, shall you shine forth. And why do you give worldly gifts in My name? Am I not The Gift, He who ascended on high, He who led captivity captive and gave gifts to men?[7]Therefore receive of Me, of all I offer, and be separate. For in following My ways do you give gifts to Me and to each other, even to all those around you, for the gifts I bring endure forever. Therefore, again I ask you, what matter these things of the world and men, which shall soon pass away? Yet you say, “All these things are a metaphor and a testament to You, Lord.” Yet I tell you, anything which comes from sin is sin; do not do it! Tear down all these whitewashed walls of abomination, and do only as The Word of God instructs! For the season of giving is each and every day, and the season of love is every day, every hour, every minute, every moment of your life lived in Me. So then, share My gifts and withhold not; lift up the poor in spirit and feed the hungry, help the needy and comfort the sick, doing so in My name. Yet do not do as the pagans do, for this is sin. Be completely separate and shun these perverse holidays of men; stop breaking My Commandments! You wish to celebrate My name and My earthly birth, do so; yea, bring glory to My name by your obedience, set apart. You wish to enjoy festivals with your family, do so; I have given you seven.[8] And in these seven is wisdom and understanding, the very mind of God, revelation beyond words, the will of God made manifest. Yet no more do as the pagans and false teachers would have you do. Cast off this holiday; throw away your tree and lights, rid your house of all decorations, turn away from these filthy traditions. Honor Me as I truly am, obey the Scriptures, and turn away from the commandments of men.

Know this: The Salvation Day of Men is four-fold...

It was ordained before the foundation of the world, Fulfilled at My birth, finished at My death on the cross, And solidified eternally upon My resurrection...

I AM THE LORD.” [1]↑ See: "Regarding The Holy Days" [2]↑ Hosea 4:6 [3]↑ 1 Timothy 4:1-2 [4]↑ 2 Timothy 3:2-5 [5]↑ See: "Regarding 'Another Messiah'" [6] ↑ 1 Corinthians 10:21 [7]↑ Ephesians 4:8 [8]↑ See: "Regarding The Holy Days"

*Also See: - REGARDING THE HOLY DAYS *Regarding the Holidays of Men - Video Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLSVchFJ22QYLJhtHtmuwOWMi6LOpYKaKO

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