#Beatific Vision

[apenitentialprayer]

Quia sic mundum misericórditer dilexísti, ut ipsum nobis mítteres Redemptórem, quem absque peccáto in nostra voluísti similitúdine conversári, ut amáres in nobis quod diligébas in Fílio, cuius obœdiéntia sumus ad tua dona reparáti, quæ per inobœdiéntiam amiserámus peccándo.

For You so loved the world that in Your mercy You sent us the Redeemer, to live like us in all things but sin, so that You might love in us what You loved in Your Son, by whose obedience we have been restored to those gifts of Yours that, by sinning, we had lost in disobedience.

Preface VII for Sundays in Ordinary Time, from the Roman Missal

#Christianity #Catholicism #Jesus Christ #Incarnation #redemption #theosis #Latin #liturgy #Beatific Vision

[tonreihe]

#matthias scheeben #grace #beatific vision

[romcathchrist]

Nine Reasons Why Animals Do Not Have Immortal Souls

In an upcoming article, I will expound on actual, sanctifying, and sacramental graces, and why God made humans to receive that grace which can make us morally perfect in this life and brings us into right relationship with Him and into Heaven. In preparation, I wrote the below article to explain why God did not create nonhuman (nonrational) animals with immortal souls capable of receiving His…

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#Animals #Animals immortal souls #Beatific Vision #catholicism explained #Christianity #God #grace #Heaven #immortal souls #nate guyear #scripture #THOMAS AQUINAS

[hear-its-whiskering-there-again]

once again loving the world and people fond of loving

#pleeeeeease go listen to beatific vision and self derision in #evil b flat minor

[gratiae-mirabilia]

i have full faith that we’re gonna be besties in heaven one day ilysm

this anon is trying to tempt me into the sin of presumption

#just joshing 🤪 #I pray that all my mutuals and friends in my phone will contemplate the beatific vision someday

[apesoformythoughts]

“For it is the point of all deprivation that it sharpens the idea of value; and, perhaps, this is, after all, the reason of the riddle of death. In a better world, perhaps, we may permanently possess, and permanently be astonished at possession. In some strange estate beyond the stars we may manage at once to have and to enjoy. But in this world, through some sickness at the root of psychology, we have to be reminded that a thing is ours by its power of disappearance.”

— G.K. Chesterton: Lunacy and Letters

#g.k. chesterton #deprivation #value #asceticism #the beatific vision is having our cake *and* eating it #aka the burning bush

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

by Sinclair Ferguson | The main way we are to think of the beatific vision is God has made Himself visible in the most perfect way that human beings are capable of apprehending, that is, in Jesus Christ. For example, the New Testament speaks about seeing the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. The beatific...

#Ligonier Ministries #articles #What is the beatific vision? #Sinclair Ferguson #ligonier.org

[logos-of-experience-and-truth]

1) Introduction and The Ascension to the Temple of the Father

1) Introduction and The Ascension to the Temple of the Father

Real example of a Mystical Ascension Vision Experience Introduction to the mysteries of the mystical Beatific Vision of God and a retelling of one of the ascending experiences I’ve witnessed. Introductions to mystical religious visionary experiences and study The question that needed answering that has propelled me towards this podcast Re-telling of the mystical visionary experience I had of…

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#Beatific Vision of God #Consciousness and the Layers of Mind #Epiphany #Gnostic #Esoteric and Hermetic #Mystical Ascension #Mystical Experience and Union #Season 1 Podcast #St. John Dark Night of the Soul #True Self and False Self #Worldly Thought versus Kingdom of Heaven

[touyaz]

men whose entire personality revolves around patricide *twirls hair* hiii 🤣🥰😝

#anw i saw some beatific vision lookin art and now i need to see dab.i in that exact pose #Giv me a sec i will find and rb it . You'll love it #wintext

[apenitentialprayer]

This characteristic of God who, in revealing himself, shows himself to be incomprehensible, is not conditioned simply by the obscurity of earthly faith. This faith therefore cannot simply disappear in the face-to-face vision; on the contrary, it is then, precisely, that the incomprehensibility of God in every perception of God will reach its maximum. It would be ridiculous and contrary to all experience as well as to all true faith to interpret this face-to-face vision as a definitive grasping (comprehensio, κατάλειψις), after the fashion of an acquired science or a human philosophy. Augustine's axiom, "si comprehendis, non est Deus," applies in heaven as well as on earth.

- Hans Urs von Balthasar (La Gloire et la croix, 44-45)

His light is too intense and too profound to ever be penetrated. Whoever makes progress into it as though into a "luminous cloud" understands better and better that his true knowledge and his true vision consist in "not-grasping." It is thus that he enters and plunges deep "into the joy of the Lord." [... This] is theology in its most ancient and noble sense, which is the movement of faith, adoration, ecstasy in God. That theology will never end because God is inexhaustible.

- Henri de Lubac (The Christian Faith: An Essay on the Structure of the Apostles' Creed, pages 315-316, 314)

#Christianity #Catholicism #God #Beatific Vision #Saint Augustine #Hans Urs von Balthasar #Henri de Lubac

[tonreihe]

#matthias scheeben #deification #beatific vision

[dark-and-kawaii]

Worth The Risk

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You knew the risk of carrying Haarlep’s child, knew it could end your life, yet you still pleaded with Haarlep not to intervene. Haarlep, despite your pleas, couldn’t imagine a life without their little dove.

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I wrote this a long time ago but decided it was time to finally post it!!!

⋆˙⟡♡ Pregnancy | Angst

As the savage agony of parturition tore through your body, your face twisted in harrowing torment, fingers digging into the flesh of your swollen belly. Beside you, Haarlep loomed, their gaze alight with an unholy blend of enthrallment and uneasiness. They found a perverse solace in witnessing the suffering of others, yet within this cruel spectacle, a sliver of apprehension flickered to life… This was you, not some brat cambion or mortal to pass the time…

You could feel yourself teeter on the brink of collapse, your screams piercing the air as your knees finally buckled. Compelled by a force they scarcely understood, Haarlep's hands reached for you before you crumpled beneath the unbearable onslaught. Their touch, paradoxically tender, cradled your quaking frame, their tail coiling around your leg, steadying you against the imminent descent onto the unforgiving ground.

It was odd. An incubus, a creature of seduction and ruin, serving as a pillar of support for another whom was trying to bear their child.

Chaos reigned, and within it, Haarlep's eyes grew round as they beheld a bloom of red seeping into the fabric of your gown. A torrent of foreign sentiment overwhelmed Haarlep, dragging down their heart, a heart once deemed impervious to the weaknesses of mortals, with a dread they had never known…

The incubus had bound themself to a code of restraint in their fervid trysts with you, vowing never to indulge, to feed, in excess so that they could keep you. Yet now, confronted with the life they had seeded within you… It would seem fate had cruelly conspired to make Haarlep the architect of your ruin.

Within the twisted catacombs of their mind, the incubus clawed through the dark recesses for an answer, a twisted salvation for you who had snared them in the most intoxicating bind. You were their prize, theirs to claim, theirs to torment, a soul ensnared by chains of a ravenous desire Haarlep would not, could not, break... A possession they refused to relinquish.

Damn the offspring, for you were the one that mattered, the beating heart the incubus was hell-bent on keeping tethered to this mortal coil.

The final vision bestowed upon you was a twisted sneer, yet the eyes of Haarlep, your beloved incubus, was filled with so much pain... pain you wished to cease, damns how you yearned to caress their face, to whisper that everything was okay. Alas, the abyss called to you, and your world dissolved into oblivion, your whisper lost in the void…

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Haarlep, an incubus known in realms for their insatiable hunger for the carnal, found themself lost in a moment so tender and new.

There, in the quiet of the room you lay upon the bed, a figure both broken and beatific, your skin a canvas painted with the sheen of exertion. Strands of hair, once perfect, now clung desperately to your damp forehead, framing your face in disarray. Your closed eyes, sunken with fatigue. The air was thick with the iron scent of birth and the unspoken fear of what had come to pass. Your chest rose and fell with labored effort, each breath a testament to the life that sprung forth from you, that had sipped greedily at your soul, leaving it frayed at the edges.

Beside you, lying on a silk pillow wrapped messily in a blanket, a newborn, an improbable result of Haarlep's latest conquest... The child, innocence incarnate, cooed and wriggled, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just transpired.

A war raged within the incubus, an inner turmoil so intense it threatened to tear him asunder. Their nature was to seduce, to corrupt, to feed on the lustful energy of others, not to nurture or to cherish. Yet, the sight of this tiny being, part of them, part of you, ignited an unfamiliar warmth that crept through them like a stray beam of sunlight piercing through a perennially dark forest, gently awakening the dormant life beneath its shadows.

Haarlep’s hand, more accustomed to leading others into sin than to acts of gentle kindness, moved on its own, as if enchanted, and wiggled it before their offspring. The newborn's tiny fingers wrapped around their larger digit, and a sensation that Haarlep could not name surged through them. It was as if the grip of this miniature hand had the power to anchor even the most chaotic of beings.

The incubus’s tail, an appendage that had tormented many, now danced softly, tickling the child, eliciting a gurgling giggle that filled the room with a purity that felt almost unpleasant. This sound, this unadulterated joy, was a melody Haarlep's ears had never known, yet it resonated within the corner of their heart that was solely meant for you.

Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze heavy with the remnants of pain and fatigue. As your eyes adjusted and focused on Haarlep, there was no fear, no judgment, only the hazy recognition of the father to your child. You caught them in this softness, this unguarded moment that was so perilously close to something like love.

With what little strength, you weakly shifted, turning to envelop your newborn in the cradle of your weary arms. Your eyelids, heavy with the weight of your ordeal, fluttered down as a sincere smile blossomed across your features, signaling a quiet triumph. Haarlep's tail came to rest gently across both you and the child, a silent but potent symbol of their unexpected guardianship.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #haarlep #tav #haarlep x tav #haarlep x reader #haarlep bg3

[dvzaiosamu]

Recommending Ao3 fanfics — bsd

Yeah, again, recommending fanfics! Just eat them all, I know yall are hungry.

Hope yall enjoy these series and maybe I'll continue to post these.

Circus tent [no ship].

Summary: Dazai had never known how to react. He knew watching well - he watched blood pour out of gunshot wounds, watched Mori slit the Old Boss’ throat, watched Chuuya’s beatific dance of destruction every time it was deemed needed. But that’s the extent of his natural abilities. Dazai knew only to watch, but never to react. He was not built to interact like that. He was not meant to be anything more than a passing spector, watching the coming and going of mortal lives. Dazai had never known how to react. But he’d learnt to act. It was necessary, and inevitable. He was a ghost made to puppet mortal flesh, and that meant that one way or another he would be seen and he would affect those around him - no matter how much he detested it. So Dazai had learnt to act. He wasn’t very good at it. He knew jokes eased social pressure. He knew comedy would help him slip through conversations. And so he fashioned himself a clown. Not a very good one, but a clown nonetheless! His eerie blankness hidden behind an act of jovial foolishness. What a joke! It was the comedy of the century, a true magnum opus! And so Dazai built his circus tent.

Letter for Mackerel — [soukoku]

Summary: I started to come more often, to check on you. I can't see you, hear you, feel you; I can only imagine. I would like to know that you hear me, that you know how much I hate you for leaving me, and how much I love you to be here more often than I could be when you were with me.

Retrouvailles (Chase me, Love me.) — [soukoku]

Summary: A derived situation of when Chuuya goes down to the attic/torture chamber where Dazai is locked up in chains, detained by the Port Mafia (Anime: Ep9,S1: The Beauty is Quiet Like a Stone Statue), and Dazai tries to gain Chuuya's forgiveness.

Ghost — [soukoku]

Summary: The first time Dazai tried to kill himself with a blade, he was fifteen. He tried other things before, of course; cocktails of pills and carefully knotted rope were no stranger to him. But blades were a new concept entirely, an untapped market he was honestly surprised he hadn’t tried before.

The first time Dazai tried to kill himself with a blade, he didn’t go too far. It was painful. Drops of blood pooled around the cuts and began dripping down his arm. But as much as he yearned for the sweet release of death, as blurry as his vision got from the blood loss, his heart never stopped.

Basically, Dazai's journey with his depression based on the song Ghost by Badflower. Huge TW for self harm and suicide.

A Cloth Heart and the Hands that Sow — [soukoku]

Summary: Forgiveness took time but Dazai would let go of every grudge if it meant he got to be with Chuuya. Soulmates polished through years of half-hearted petty fights and late-night talks, they were molded through each other.

Dazai could never ask for anything more than Chuuya’s hatred but he would worship Chuuya’s love. That was just how they were, stubborn and loving, they waded through the currents of life’s flood only to breathe each other in.

Or

Chuuya and Dazai are so in love it physically hurt, they finally talk about things like normal people let's go(shocking I know)

Or

Soukoku x Somewhere Only We Know by Keanu

Dead People don't come to Life — [dazai]

Summary: “Dazai, i’m serious, do not even dare hang up this pho-”

Ranpo’s blood went cold as he was interrupted by a loud noise.

A gunshot.

Dazai's missing. Normal, right?

Until Yosano receives a bone-chilling call, and the agency is reminded that dead people don't come back to life.

Dead Plate — [soukoku]

Chuuya Nakahara gets a new waiting job at his local fancy restaurant, owned by none other than Dazai Osamu. A chef with incredible culinary skills, though Chuuya isn't a fan of his food.

He's only planning to work there for a week, but what happens when the head chef takes a liking to the waiter?

Or

Dazai Osamu becomes a little too obsessed with making Chuuya enjoy his food, and goes a tad too far...

Skk x Dead plate!!

He was a Sk8er boi, he said annoy you l8r boi — [soukoku?]

Summary: The year?

2003ish.

The vibe?

Fresh off a painful split from his friends, skater boy Chuuya ends up moving in with the weird kid Dazai and his guardian Mori & is thrust into high school with all the teen angst, sexuality confusion, popularity politics, and pranks one might find there. Oh, and that rather mysterious, disturbing past of his comes to light. Only blasting pop punk music will save him.

Meanwhile, Dazai’s suicidal plans have been interrupted by a new toy—dog, boy, whatever—to play with. If only he could stop being an asshole and figure out what these strange new emotions mean.

And then why don’t either of them feel like real human teenagers?

The dynamic?

“Dazai wants to keep him in a cage like a canary—chattering loudly in the corner, pretty to look at, something he could sink his teeth into.” VS. “Chuuya only allows himself a moment of sadness for Dazai, before thinking, He’s so fucking annoying, no wonder he’s lonely.”

And I taste happiness on your lips — [soukoku]

Summary: “I know you like looking at me in the morning”.

He still hasn’t opened his eyes and his voice is still half asleep. Chuuya's heart has grown ten sizes, he has no idea how it can still fit into his ribcage. He doesn’t bother to find some snarky reply to Dazai’s comment - he’s right after all.

“I wouldn’t let you sleep in my bed if I didn't like looking at you”.

“Our bed”.

And that's also true – Chuuya can't remember the last time he slept alone, nor the last time he walked around his house without finding traces of Dazai everywhere. Ours.

Happiness, yes, this must be it, there’s no other possible answer.

Once More to See You — [soukoku]

Summary: “…You won’t stay.” Chuuya didn’t lift his head, simply staring idly at the crab patterns on the younger’s shirt.

Dazai closed his eyes with a slow exhale. “Yes. You know why.” He squeezed his hand.

Chuuya squeezed back, eyes brimming with a sadness only preserved for this conversation. “Yeah…I’m sorry, Osamu.”

The brunette didn’t reply, only pulling Chuuya closer and clinging to him tightly.

---

Chuuya and Dazai struggle with hiding their relationship from public eye, especially from their own organisations. A realistic take on how Soukoku's relationship would affect their lives.

Flowers — [soukoku]

Summary: “Most men don't receive flowers until their funeral.”

Was something Dazai overheard grabbing his usual coffee.

His first thought was “Couldn't be me, Chuuya gets me flowers for almost every occasion!”

His second thought was “Has Chuuya ever received flowers?”

Admittedly, never from Dazai though. For all the years they’ve been together, it’s always been Chuuya giving him flowers.

But Chuuya wouldn’t have to wait until his funeral to receive flowers, not if Dazai had anything to do with it.

In the Mirror, I Bloom — [soukoku]

Summary: It twists him, turns him, curls in his chest like something alive, something he knows but can’t dare to name. Chuuya curses the red-black petals that fall from his lips, these nearly rotten things that tear him apart from the inside out. Part of him wants to rip his own traitorous heart out, through a ribcage shattered by feelings he can’t contain.

Anger is easy, a thing he’s learned to control. This— whatever the hell this is— is not.

Or at least it’s easier to feel as though this is beyond his own control, because Chuuya is not in love.

(It feels like a lie even to himself.)

After he's hit by a strange ability, Chuuya is forced to consider truths he'd much rather keep hidden- but not everything is as simple it seems.

Vicious Footsteps — [soukoku]

Summary: "Please don't leave me, don't leave me in this hellhole with him"

"I'm sorry Dazai, I can't stay here any longer. Thank you for everything, I did enjoy hanging out with you but...this is where we part ways."

"Wait!-"

He closed the door on him, hoping he would also eventually look for the light just like Chuuya.

Eventually, 2 years later they reunited again.

Will Dazai forgive him after 4 years of no contact?

a soukoku role-reversal fanfic

Chuuya leaves the port mafia after the death of the flags, but Dazai does not take it well and start to become more obsessive.

It Was All in My Mind — [soukoku]

Summary: Dazai can’t cope with Chuuya’s death or being stuck in the Port Mafia, so he literally goes crazy and finally kills himself.

#bsd #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #osamudazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #dvzaiosamu #soukoku #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

[talonabraxas]

Enochian Magic The Sigillum Dei (seal of God, or signum dei vivi, symbol of the living God, called by John Dee the Sigillum Dei Aemeth) is a magical diagram, composed of two circles, a pentagram, two heptagons, and one heptagram, and is labeled with the name of God and his angels. It was an amulet (amuletum) with the magical function that, according to one of the oldest sources (Liber Juratus), allowed the initiated magician to have power over all creatures except Archangels, but usually only reserved for those who can achieve the blessed vision of God and angels (beatific visionary).

The Sigillum Dei Aemeth, the black mirror and other tools used by John Dee, at the British Museum.

[wxnheart]

𝙰𝚙𝚎𝚡 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 - 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟏/𝟑)

He is radiant, exuding charisma, a beatific smile adorning his face. He serves faithfully, every world made a means to an end. For the glory of mankind. Just as he serves faithfully, so, too, do you, cheerfully beholden to His ethereal visage. You never see his smile lessen as time goes by, as he fails to capture your ador. You never see the cracks in his smile until it's too late and by then it speaks of death and destruction. He beckons you near for you would bear witness to His salvation.

Horus Lupercal

An enigma adorned with a sword and shield. That is his nature, culling the weak and the unwanted and eliminating foes. Underneath lurks a beast, waiting for its next target, waiting to strike again. Waiting to lay claim. You'd heard tales of the beast in the wilderness but when you laid eyes upon him, a monster made a man, cloaked in knightly splendor, did the stories ring true. It was a gaze that spoke words he never did, a gaze you tried to avoid to no avail. Hunting. Yes... he was hunting, adorned with a sword and shield. The beast in the wilderness, the monster made man, had found its next target and it was you.

Lion El'Jonson

He finds his muse amidst swirls of purple and reds. He finds his muse, perfection embodied, and he's never felt so complete before. Finally, someone who sees his pursuits for what they truly are. He goes to claim you, his beautiful muse, the one who will continue to inspire him and push his sons to achieve excellence and beyond. He comes to claim you... and you escape his grasp without remorse. Never has he felt so slighted before. How dare you.

Fulgrim

A light shining in the putrid darkness. That's how he sees you. Purity wading through a sea of filth. Pathetic. The night bears witness to his atrocity and the monster lurks closer with every kill. Every kill that is done in your name. He does not understand this pull towards you; he does not seek to understand it. All he knows (and sees) is untaintedness and he would rather the people burn than to see you corrupted. He looks down upon you from the smog, your guardian daemon, and in time, when the filth has been purged, will he make his presence known. In time, you will no longer fear the terror of death.

Konrad Curze

They all close ranks, surrounding you, never letting you get far. Nary a movement goes unnoticed, and you look into the abyss to find hundreds of eyes looking back. It is stifling this prison. Every man is made an enemy; you never know who is who. Are they free still or are they made in the image of their father, the master of subterfuge? Are their gazes theirs or his? It stifles you, this prison. Their eyes scare you. You stare in the mirror with fear and wonder if it's him you're seeing staring back.

Alpharius Omegon

Degradation is all he knows and all he sees. It was all that he was taught as the stench of filth filled his nostrils and clouded his vision. His breath labors on the precipice of death and rebirth and its rattle shakes you to your core. You held no love for the monster's beliefs, held no love for those who profess to follow him but he was undeterred as always. He would never submit so why did you? In time, he reasons, you will see the error of your ways. To become beholden to that rot—pathetic! In time you will see the degradation and uselessness of it all. The rattle of death will seek you out and refusal be damned, he will make you see as he does. You will reap what he has sown.

Mortarion

#cutie 𝓠. #warhammer 40k #horus lupercal #lion el'jonson #fulgrim #konrad curze #alpharius omegon #mortarion #yandere40k. #primarch #primarch x reader #these were the templates I'd written that became the basis for yandere40k.

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Credo Podcast | The apostle John once wrote to the church and made a bold promise: “Beloved we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is” (1 John…

#Credo Magazine #Credo Podcast #Why is the Beatific Vision our Hope? #Michael Allen #Matthew Barrett #credomag.com