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tiktokonaclock · 6 months

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The Siren and The Demon Chapter 4

Flash Forward

Gill woke up with pain on his waist and back. God, he was old, wasnt he?

He looked around. He had also woken up alone. Where was she? Had she left? Where had she gone? Why did he Feel so gloomy that he couldn’t find her next to him?

He pushed the white blanket aside and put his trousers back on. The sheets still had her floral scent on them, when he looked at the bed, he saw now messy it looked.

He opened the bedroom door and the smell of fresh coffee reached up to him instantly. He followed it to the kitchen.

And there she was. She put her hands on the kitchen bench, waiting on the coffee machine. She had a short, white and satin robe on. Her long, blonde hair was down; this was the first time he had seen her hair without the usually ponytail on. He had never realized how long it actually was until now.

Then she turned around.

“Hey" She smiled. "I was Just brewing us coffee.” Her hand got up and showed the machine. "I normally don't eat breakfast but I can prepare something for you if you want.”

Gill looked at her with a dumbfounded expression on his face. His eyes were wide and his lips were left slightly open. "Uh, no.” He finally said, after realixing that she was waiting for an answer. "I don't eat breakfast either.”

“Okay then.” She said softly as she showed him the kitchen island. "Take a seat."

As he sat dawn, she reached up to the kitchen cupboards on her toes and took out two mugs. She was so light on her feet that it looked like she was walking on air. Her robe and nightgown were twirling around as she moved. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a slight smile on her face, if he saw it correctly.

This was not the woman he knew. The worman he knew was tough, tense and agressive; especially when she was treated agressively, mostly by him.

On that moment, the woman that he knew would be screaming at him, threatening him to accuse him of rape if he doesn't keep his mouth shut.

She would be crying because of her anger, not towards him, but towards herself. She would hate herself for being so “vulnerable" with him. For presenting her body to him, for allowing him to see it, and touch it. For giving him pleasure.

And the man that he knew would prove her point by making fun of her, and degrading her every way Possible.

But that woman and that man were left at the door last night. This woman was offering him breakfast and making him coffee, a treatment he hadn't seen from anyone.

She put his mug in front of him. Locks of her hair fell on his face, filling his lungs with her fresh, floral scent once again. “Here.” She slowly said.

It was just a stupid coffee. But the presence of this woman serving him coffee with ease in her every move was such a relief from his chaotic life that he felt like crying.

But he didn't. Instead, he turned his head up and gazed at her. She realized it and gazed him back.

“You don't regret it.” He said slowly.

“I don't." She replied, her tone of voice was so delicate, as if she was afraid of ruining that moment.

He held her hand. “Come" He said as he gently pulled her to his lap. She put her left arm around his neck as she crossed her legs. Her other hand gently rested on his chest. One of his hands grasped her by the waist, while the other went to her hair.

"Your hair is so soft," He said, gliding his fingers between her strands.

"You Seem so... surprised that I'm here..”She said as her fingers drew a small circle on his chest. "Do the girls you sleep with run away the next day?“

“I thought you ran away when I first woke up."

“I wouldn't.”

“I'm So glad that you are here, my dear.”

A soft smile graced her lips. He started to smile as well, unable to erase the expression off his face. Then the realization hit him like a brick.

He had Fallen in love with her last night.

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“Our scouts have reported that the second shield is operating at increased power. Tell me you've got a Strategy, Kazarina!" Barodius said agressively. Kazarina’s response was calm and confident: “If we increase Exocor's ability level to a class two, then regardless of the shield's strength, I am confident that Dharak will be able to crush it like a thin can.”

“Those are strong words, Kazarina."

Dharak said as he flew up to her. Kazarina leaned down towards him. “Yes.”

“And how long would that take?"

“Three days.”

Gill turned towards her, tossing his cape over his shoulder. The movement caused a wind that carried his woody scent to her. She tried not to be distracted by his perfume as he opposed her.

"Are you serious? Who knows what the Neithian Forces are doing while we sit here twiddling our thumbs. Emperar Barodius, I recommend that We strike back immidiately.”

She tumed towards him. "Did you hear me? The Shield is stronger than before, It would be a struggle for our troops to breach should they attack.”

“And whose Fault is that?" Gill pointed his finger at her.

Touche.

Kazarina glared at him. He was as frustrating as always. She wouldn’t be effected by him this much normally. But today was different, Today, he was boiling her blood.

Emperor put his hand up to shut them down. "Gill makes a good point. Every moment we we give the Neithians provides them with an increased advantage which we cannot afford. The fact is we must be ready to attack at any moment and we will do so Kazarina.”

"Yes sire,"

“I want you to lead a reconnissance mission so you can advise on our first strike point. Take Nurzak with you.”

“Me sire? Would’nt I be better-“

She was going to say that it would be better if she stayed behind to finish working on Exocor. Anyone could’ve done the mission, They were losing a day just because of their pettiness.

Gill Smirked. "How dare you question the emperor's orders? why don’t you leave strategizing to the grown ups, little girl?”

Kazarina inhaled a sharp breath. Her violet eyes were wide open. She could’ve used her powers on him right now. She could make him faint so fast, he would hit his head on the floor. His head would soon be lying in a pool formed by his own warm, dark red blood.

Or, she could make him her servant. She could make him do whatever she wanted. She could order him to jump off the balcony.

The reason she didn’t do it was because she respected their mission, and their cause. If it wasn’t Gundalia's destiny that was at stake, she would’ve made both of them her boy-toys already!

“I'm Just trying to do what's best for everyone. I'm not like you, you're Just trying to satisfy your pathetic ego because you cannot deal with the fact that yaur only competition is a woman.”

Gill Forced a laughed. "You are Just making Stuff up as you go."

"No, I'm not. You wouldn't be so intolarent of Me if I were a man." She leaned on, "If I Were a man, you would listen to me."

Gill shook his head to the sides. “Why are you so pressed? Are you on your period or something?”

Barodius couldn't help but chuckle as Kazarina rolled her eyes. "I don't need to be actively bleeding in order to be baffled by your idiocracy, Gill." She raised an eyebrow. "Also, I'm not your little girl.”

“Guys." Barodius said slowly, as they both turned to him. "Could you please shut up and do as you are told?"

"You allowed that worthless Mason to escape, and You lost to the brawlers?!”

Barodius asked.

He wasn't shouting, but Kazarina had never seen him so angry. Of course, right before this conversation she had been hauled off and thrown on her knees before the emperor in a not-so polite manner. So she didn't need any more clues on his aggression.

“I am so sorry Emperor Barodius.” She said as she put her palms on the floor to support herself. "Please Forgive me, I will do anything!”

Was this how Jesse and Lena felt?

The purple light of the electricity charging up on emperor's hand illuminated her face as she turned her head and looked at him.

She was willing do anything to escape punishment on that moment. Truly anything. But she doubted the emperor would want her on that moment, she was pretty ragged and did not look her best.

“You have already done enough!” He said. He didn’t look like he was in the mood, at all!

The electric shock flashed inside of her brain. It felt like a thousand needles were poking on her skin.

They didn’t even allow her to recollect herself. They just kicked her out of his study like a piece of trash.

She slouched, holding her left elbow with her right hand to ease her pain. She attempted to walk. She tried to suppress her grunt as she scarcely tottered.

She didn't know how long she walked. It could be only few steps, or it could be miles.

It was untill she had to physically stop herself from bumping Nurzak's chest. The idiot had no intention of getting out of her way.

"Nurzak." She Snarled. "What do you want?”

“I’m sorry I didn't get Mason." He said with a completely poker face. "But the pain of your punishment will pass.”

“Did you come here to offer me hollow words of condolance, or are you trying to rub it in? Either way. I don't have time for this, Nurzak.”

She turned her head up to look at him. God, he was tall. She hated to be unable to stand straight. She looked even shorter than her usual height. She hated it all.

“Actually Kazarina, the real reason that I came was to tell you that I'm leaving the emperor.”

She was suddenly interested. "Why should I care about that?”

“Because now that Gill's emperor's second in command, it seems like you need to hang your hat somewhere else. Quickly.”

“Ha. You don't beat around the bush, do you Nurzak? Okay then, consider us partners ih crime."

She said and continued to lotter away, without checking out his face expression.

She needed to reach her own room. She didn't want anyone else to see her in that condition. Only if she could reach to her room-

Her Feet had taken her to somewhere else.

Her Stomach burned as she knocked on the door. The pain was becoming unbearable.

Gill opened the door. Their eyes locked. It felt like the time had stopped on that moment.

Suddenly, her violet eyes started to fill with tears, blurring her vision. A single drop glideded over her face.

"I didn't know where else to go."

#bakugan #bakugan gundalian invaders #gill #kazarina #the siren and the demon #emperor barodius #gill x kazarina #ladies and gentlemen here comes the romance #lena isis #zenet surrow #jesse glenn #dont you love a good cliche #should I add trigger warnings tho #or maybe content warnings

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whocookedthelastsupper · 3 months

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WOMEN WERE DEPRIVED NOT SIMPLY OF HUMAN RIGHTS, BUT OF HUMANITY

They were reduced to less than full personhood, systematically defined as inferior, perpetually doomed to adverse comparisons with the masculine norm, the whole, the ideal, the pertect image of the incomparable male, his God. Under Islam women are "mutilated beings," in the phrase of Fatna A. Sabbah; she adds, "I feel nauseated whenever I hear the tedious introductory phrase, 'Since the seventh century Islam has given a privileged place to woman.... You have to be a man to decode the Koranic message as positive to woman." And in Japan, while the wife was accepting with cries of rapture her husband's rape of her anus, her newborn daughter, according to the very same pillow-books, was to be left for three days and three nights untended on the ground, "because woman is Earth and man is Heaven": "This is the law that grants the man, not the woman, the right to have the final word, and to make all the decisions... In the hands of man, the woman is only an instrument. Her submission is total, and will last right up to her death."

What escape was there for the individust Worman trom this vio lent and sustained onslaught of masculine lust for possession and the rage to destroy? The new father gods who arose in the East during the crucial millennium spanning the birth of Christ were very different from their phallic predecessors, though no less equipped with mindless aggression and manic drive. Now God was no longer in the thun-der, or far away in the clouds veiling the peak of the distant mountain range—he was in every male authority figure from priest to judge and king, he was in every woman's father, brother and uncle; he was in her husband, so he was at her board and in her bed. Finally, and most important of all, he was in her head.

For, arraigned at the bar of history, the gods of the patriarchs had many crimes against women to answer for. They had attacked and demolished the worship of the Great Goddess, colonizing only what served their ends, reducing the former Earth Mother to child-bride and exploited virgin. Woman's sexuality had been inverted or denied, her body reduced to a sexual vessel of God's will, belonging to her husband who in his own person was God, and who was therefore to be obeyed and adored. In the first and greatest act of discrimination, of deliberate apartheid in human history, women were made into untermenschen, a separate and inferior order of beings. But worse than all these, they were made to believe in their own downgrading and debasement.

Not every woman submitted to the relentless ideological bombardment of the new patriarchal systems; not every system was as snugly jointed and watertight as those who put to sea in it liked as think. The gods of the patriarchs tightened their grip only slowly, and the gap between what the authorities prescribed and what human beings actually did allowed women of skill and resource more room to maneuver than the historical record has often been prepared to show. But women's resistance henceforth was to be localized, sporadic and all too frequently short-lived. In the struggle for supremacy, the budding ideologies hit upon the happy inspiration of shifting the bat-teground to an area where to this day women feel exposed and vul-nerable— the female body. Viciously attacked for and through their breasts, their hips and thighs and above all for their "insatiable cunt," all too many women were lost beyond all hope of recovery.”

A woman's heaven is under her husband's feet. —BENGALI PROVERB

-Rosalind Miles; Who Cooked The Last Supper? The Women’s History of the World

#who cooked the last supper #herstory #womens history #radblr #radfem #radical feminism #radical feminist safe #radical feminists do interact #radical feminists do touch #radical feminists please touch #feminism #feminist literature #radical feminists please interact #patriarchy #radical feminist community #radical feminist literature #radical feminst #radical feminist theory

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cypressbranch · 1 year

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God is a worman???

#my art #arceus #dragonair #pokemon fusion #infinite fusion #pokemon infinite fusion #pokemon #pokemon art

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meatmuppet · 9 months

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god is a worman

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scrimbinny · 2 years

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Worm Catholicism vs The Dark Caste-

Intro to Worm Religion & Politics

As a Religion:

Worm Catholicism is a more linear and well developed religion, having a definite god and religious teaching. Worm Catholicism is also a much older religion, being officially founded around 2347

Worm Catholicism is different from human Catholicism as Theirs is more focused on the interactions between god and wormman, and the sins leading up to their transformation into said wormman.

The Worm-Catholic faith believes that Wormman were cursed into this form because of a great sin committed by several humans in the past, though records stating what this sin was and when it occurred exactly were lost in a fire at a later point, though many believed it took place 50-75 years after humans relocated to the moon. Worm Catholics also believes that Wormman can be turned back into humans but only by the atonement of their sins. To atone for their sins wormman must serve humans. With in the church it is frowned upon to have a career which does not serve a purpose beneficial to humans. But it is becoming more acceptable to have such a position.

The Noah

The Noah is the name of the fleet of 30 or so ships that managed to escape earth's atmosphere and start life on the moon after the earth had become uninhabitable. Only 30 out of 1000 ships managed to escape earth's atmosphere, in the Worm Catholic Bible this is often referred to as an event similar to Noah's ark, this event is recorded to have occurred in places outside of the church as well and goes under the same name in other historical documents.

It should be noted that while they share the same name, Worm Catholicism is very different from Traditional Catholicism and that while sharing some traditions such as a Pope and saints, it is a very different religion. In the past many have advocated for its faith to be renamed as it has become increasingly clear that they are their own faith and not closely tied to any pre existing branch of christianity.

The Dark Caste:

The Dark Caste as it is today is a much younger religious order, being founded in 2638, only 135 years before present day.

This order is not very well defined by its beliefe in a god but rather in its belief that worman should be treated equally to humans and because of this the spelling worman is used. Dark Caste members believe that no great sin was ever committed and that Worman were always Worman, and existed on the moon pre humans. They also possess the idea that worman will never be able to change into humans.

The closest thing that the Dark Caste has to a god is their entity known as "Nurturer" whom they believe is the divine soul of the moon. While this being has no physical form there are depictions of it as a great glowing worman in many murals.

While their numbers are quietly growing, most wormman see them as dark and strange, politically they are often seen as radicals and extremists. This is due to the fact that in recent years many protests advocating for the rights of worman have turned violent, in many of these cases though it is often unclear who threw the first punch.

These two religions are where the discrepancy between worman and wormman originated, Catholics believing man and worm were separated while the Dark Caste and others believe they were one in the same.

As a Political alignment: while wormman religion does not have much impact on the actions of humans, it does have an incredibly large impact on all worman, even those without religion or with a different religion are effected. People often decide who to vote for based on their religious alignment. The Worm Catholic church has even gotten in trouble in the past for announcing which candidate aligns with their religion best.

#science fiction #science #worman #wormman #fiction #I made this #my art #art #Worm Catholicism #The dark Caste #worm religion #intro to worm religion #Worman Politics #politics #fictional politics

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backyardi-gan · 3 years

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Updated Backyardigans fanfic rec list

You said “send me the link privately” and I went, “actually I’m an overachiever for now I’ve decided” so here’s an updated version of the list of fic recs that other anon dropped a while ago. Now with more fics and little descriptions for all of them. Lemme know what you think of these! Might update you later if I find any other good fics. Happy Reading! (Note: I’d put all this under read more but I don’t know how to do that when submitting from mobile. If you want this to not take up as much space on your blog, you can like, copy/paste all this under a read more or something. I dunno) Hopefully these links work Backyardigans MiniAdventures and Randomness by WildImaginationGirl21 A collection of oneshots. Creative scenarios, and you can tell WildImaginationGirl21 was really passionate about Backyardigans at the time. A few oneshots are Austin/Uniqua A Nightmare’s Dream by casslass A fluffy little hurt/comfort fic I guess. Pretty well written. Uniqua has a nightmare. Her friends are there for her. There’s some Austin/Uniqua at the end. Very cute. Robot Rescue by Ruki Ki A sequel fic to robot rampage written in script format. They’re trying to fix all the robots. Backyardigans To The Future by cardsharks87 Goofy but in a good way. Uniqua turns an old car into a time machine and she and Pablo accidentally travel to 2050, where everything’s screwed-up and weird. Script-like format again. The Backyardigans: The Mouse Problem by Katy-Kale The Backyardigans are all staying in a hotel together for some reason and there’s a mouse. Some Easter Eggs/ references to episodes of the show, and also other things, including repurposed songs. The ending’s pretty cute. It’s All About the Paint by Sir Mustapha Tyrone and Austin are running competing paint companies and are also at war? Uniqua is a reporter that gets roped into the whole thing. Actually really well written! For a Backyardigans fic, anyway. The Masked Retriever II by Katy-Kale A 7 chapter sequel to The Masked Retriever. Pablo reads about knights and then tries to be one. Also he ditches Don Austin. Contains Pablo/Uniqua. Also contains some pretty funny scenes. Katy-Kale once again outsources songs Morning Commute by ZombieCatTookMyPudding A short crossover with the Wonder Pets about cartoon logic. Not much else to say. Smugglers Cove by backyardgameboy Quite a few typos, but still pretty good. Austin’s parents take the gang on a vacation to a touristy town called Smugglers Cove, where, rumor has it, pirates used to bury their treasure. Obviously, the Backyardigans are going after that treasure. Pablo is portrayed as really dumb here for some reason?? Austin has a dream where he turns into Sonic the hedgehog?? Austin/Uniqua. Minor Tyrone/Tasha. Lots of references to various episodes. What Is Love by casslass Short, sweet, and shippy! Takes place within the world of Robot Rampage. Robot Roscoe/Robot Reba, Austin/Uniqua. Return Of The Bug Goddess by Musk-ox-Leia Structured like an episode of the show. Tasha erases Uniqua’s memory in order to win a competition of Gods. Uses songs from the show-sorta, the lyrics are completely different Solider Boys by Bat138 Script format. One of the first Backyardigans fanfics on Fanfiction.net. Features original “songs” (though I guess it’s just text so... poems? IDK) Tyrone and Pablo have to save Princess Tasha, who was kidnapped by Austin and Uniqua Backyardigans of Madagascar by cardsharks87 A crossover with the penguins of Madagascar. Sherman got left behind when the wormans were going to Wyoming and ended up in New York via wacky hijinx now the Penguins of Madagascar and the Backyardigans need to take him to Wyoming. A Light in the Sky-The Backyardigans by Cyberstorm4 A suspenseful, supernatural Backyardigans story that takes place during summer break. Ongoing, and undergoing rewrites. Last updated March 11 of this year. The writing is okay, but the dialogue in the first few chapters feels OOC. It’s tagged creepypasta, but I genuinely have no idea why. Lastly, there’s a surprising amount of Backyardigans fanfics on deviantart. Most of them are pretty OC-heavy, I’ve noticed. Luckily, a deviantart group has already compiled a lot of them

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zeejax · 4 years

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Ok so I was watching that one episode where ex fan girls over worman and holy shit. Canon ex is so adorable. Like holy shit dude!! He's so baby!! Also worman is all of zedaphs himboness turned up to 1000% I love that fool

YEAH YEAH HE IS SO BABY oh my god that episode is too cute... also yes wormman is literally pinnacle of himbo i cannot stress this enough

#:v #ask #friend tag

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themargaret66-blog · 7 years

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Heritage Walk in Ponsonby - part 2.

While we were at the Baptist Church we were treated to some organ music - an elderly gentleman then played us some music such as Handel - which was fabulous. A volunteer from our group pumped the bellows. After reading about the history of the Baptist Church in Ponsonby I I have decided to visit the Auckland Baptist Tabernacle on Queen Street at 10.30am on Sundays - then I will spend the afternoon at the library researching my genealogy - then I will attend Friend of Friends Fellowship @ 4.30pm. Decided on the Queen Street Baptist Church as opposed to the one in Ponsonby as it is much easier for me to attend. After the Baptist, we then walked to the Presbyterian church. The day turned out to be extremely hot and I kept drinking my Vita Fresh from my bottle. At the end of the walk, I went and bought a bottle of zero coke - because I was so thirsty! (Just a small note about my strange and unethical relatives. When I visited Val and Susan - Susan said that her son and his girlfriend got married in the Presbyterian church last year - which I thought was unethical because of the fact that this family hates any kind of religion - so why get married in a church. There is no need for hypocrisy in these days and times as what use to happen in previous generations - as many people now get married on the beach or in parks and so forth! When I told aunt Val that Desiree, Siua and their daughters visit a Methodist Church most Sundays and Adrienne attends the Rev. Emily Worman’s (formerly Lange -David Lange's daughter) Metropolitan Church. I saw Val pull a strange face - you could see the hatred for any kind of religion registering on her face. I should have told her that religion is far better than being addicted to alcohol, drugs, the casino (like my ex Jim) and so forth. If your family hate religion so much - why get your marriage sanctioned in a church like she did, Susan got married in a Presbyterian church and Susan’s son Shane Brewer also got married in a Presbyterian Church!) Anyway getting back to the Presbyterian Church in Ponsonby. The original church was opened in 1879 and was designed in a Gothic Revival Style. Later in 1907a major extension was added in an Edwardian style. Despite the two styles the church looks completely unified. This church is registered as a Historic Category 2 with Heritage New Zealand. heritage New Zealand Pouhere Taonga may enter any historic place or historic area on the New Zealand Heritage List if it is satisfied that the place or area has aesthetic, archaeological, architectural, cultural, historical, scientific, social, spiritual, technological, or traditional significance or value. Heritage New Zealand Pouhere Taonga may assign the status of Category 1 or 2 to any historic place, having regard to the nature of the places to which these categories may be assigned. These categories may be assigned because for the following -

1/ the extenet which the place reflects important or representative aspects of New Zealand history:

2/ the association of the place with events, persons, or ideas of importance in New Zealand history:

3/ the potential of the place to provide knowledge of New Zealand history:

4/ the importance of place to tangata whenua:

5/ the community association wtih, or public esteem for, the place:

6/ the potential of the place for public education:

7/ the symbolic or commemorative value of the place:

8/ the importance of identifying historic places known to date from an early period of New Zealand settlement:

9/ the importance of identifying rare types of historic places:

10/ the extent to which the place forms part of a wider historical and cultural area:

Seeking God

One of the well recognised characteristics of our age is the widespread interest in spirituality. Words like ‘spiritual’, ‘soul’ and ‘values’ have come back into ordinary conversation. Books like Chicken Soup for the Soul and The Road Less Travelled are best sellers, while many popullar movies are full of spiritual themes (Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia, Keeping the Faith, Sixth Sense, Lion King and New Zealand’s Whalerider to mention a few). A few decades this was non-existent.

What is spirituality?

All people are spiritual being - it is a part of being human. Everyone is made up of a number of dimensions and we function by means of the interaction of these dimensions. In a fully functioning person all the dimensions are working together so it is important that each is nurtured. These dimensions include the physcial, intellectual, emotional and social as well as being spiritual.

Spirituality then is what ‘turns us on’, what gives us life, our deep down desire. It is about the whole person and the whole of life. In a broad sense of a Jedi Knight, the purpose of a fellowship’s quest in the Lord of the Rings, or the drive and energy that motivates a Mother Theresa.

Christain spirituality

We recognise that Christians do not have a monopoly on spirituality and that, since all people are created in the image of God (Genesis 1:26), all humans have a spiritual dimension which will be expressed in a variety of ways. The word spirituality is also used to refer to the model which gives structure and expression to our spiritual dimension. There are many different models, such as Maori, Buddhist, Muslim or Christain Spirituality. Christain spirituality is modelled on the life and teachings of Jesus. Faith involves trust, which occurs when you entrust yourself to the understanding you have come to know and accept. It means accepting that as true and finally trusting your life, both for now and the future, to follow the model of relationship with God provided through Jesus.

Will bring this blog to a close and will continue with the Grafton walk blog tomorrow. I am exhausted from talking about my Heritage Walk with Ponsonby Churches - which I have to say was extremely interesting, thought provoking and life transforming. This walk was far more interesting than the Heritage Grafton Walk I completed on the 15 October 2017 - which has surprised me somewhat as I thought that it would be the reverse.

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