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iamcrimelord · 5 years

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Bloodborne: Ardenti Sanguine Chapter 2

It was two days till the night of the hunt and Daigo decided to go down the streets and survey the city. The first thing he noticed was that they simply LOVED statues. Most of them of shrouded figures that seemed to be weeping and wailing. He shook his head as he laughed. The city was certainly full of life. Brewers with barrels upon barrels of blood wine, medicinal wine, and so forth lined the streets. People were drinking it and at one point, he could have sworn that a mother was feeding her child with milk mixed with blood in the bottle. On another street corner a group of mates were drinking blood booze out of tankards, talking, cheering, and carrying on as though there was not a care in the world. Across the street on the opposite, a group of richly dressed men were seated around a table at a fancy tavern smoking cigarettes and sipping what he could only assume was blood wine from more elegant looking glasses. Everywhere in this city he could see the old and the young, the rich and the poor, the men and the women all drinking blood like it was water. There was one nagging question though in the back of his mind he could not shake however since he had read about blood ministration the night before. Where was all this blood coming from? His thoughts were disrupted however when he came close to a tavern called, “The Black Rose.” The wooden sign that held the name was clearly old though well maintained, and the windows were also tinted by time. His tongue felt a little dry so he decided to go in and see what was available.

When Daigo entered the tavern he could see a very diverse group of drinkers indeed. There were your yoeman workers and farmers, volunteer hunters, and official hunters of the workshop. There were even a pair of choir members on the upper balcony that was on the inside of the tavern. All in all it looked like a good place to kick up ones heels and relax. He saw the bar and walked over to it, took a seat and looked at the drinks available. There was Blood Whisky, Blood Bourbon, Blood Wine, Blood Mead, Blood Absinthe?! That last one was truly surprising, what sort of sights and sounds did one see with blood laced absinthe? The Bar Maid came up to him and winked. “So Brother, what shall it be?”

She was a very pretty woman. Buxom, long auburn hair, freckles, and mocha skin. Daigo grinned and leaned back a bit. “How about the blood wine? I’m feeling like treating myself tonight.” She nodded and left with her smile still on.

Daigo leaned back and inspected his fingernails when suddenly two people sat side by side of him. “So...you a brother of the church mm?” one of them said. Daigo looked and saw a broad shouldered man with no hair or eyebrows but a thick goat beard on his chin. He was dressed in scruffy leather and had a folding saw on his hip and a blunderbust on his back.

“Come to rub elbows with us common folk eh?” Said the other man. He was tall, pretty much wearing a poncho made of some rough tarp that covered most of his body, save for his ragged pants and mud stained shoes.

Daigo rapped his finger nails on the counter top and grinned. “Mm.....in a manner of speaking. I’m new in town.”

The goat bearded hunter chuckled, his laugh showing he was missing more than a few teeth. “Well, well, welllllll......fresh meat from the church? how exciting....”

Daigo kept up his friendly smile. “Indeed.” His right arm was hidden beneath the shoulder cape of his outfit...but he flexed it into a fist. He knew what was about to happen.

The Tall hunter shifted his arm and rested his own hand on his weapon. “Yeah...we love it when you knobs from Cathedral Ward come down here and strut around like a peacock. Gracing us with a vision of your holier than thou arses.”

Daigo saw his drink appear...the bar maid looking far more nervous than before. She quickly put space between herself and the situation that was developing. Daigo took the glass and downed it in one go....it was quite smooth and the blood gave it a surprisingly nice aftertaste. “Well if you want to see my ass, I suggest asking your sister first for permission, she might get jealous otherwise.”

The Tall hunter shrieked in anger and pulled out his weapon, a surprisingly elegant butterfly sword. He kept the blade folded in but tried to use the shaft as a blunt club. Daigo quickly leaned back and fell out of his chair as the tall hunter smacked the goat faced hunter right in the jaw, sending a few more of his teeth flying out of his mouth. Daigo fell on his back but then rolled back to get into a better stance. The other patrons got up quickly, and a circle formed around the three men as the other patrons began to cheer on the fight. The Bar Maid looking furious left to get help. The Goat faced hunter rubbed his jaw and then cracked his neck. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE SWINGING!” he shouted.

The Tall Hunter looked at Daigo and spat. “I was swinging for the nancy here!!!” he and the goat faced hunter got off their stools and took fighting stances. Daigo simply chuckled and with his right arm he brushed back the shoulder capes and had them folded behind him. His Wooden Right arm revealed for the masses. The two hunters looked at it in shock and a small degree of fear. “The Hell is that?” the goat faced hunter asked.

Daigo cracked his knuckles. “This...was a gift from a very old friend. But as far as you two are concerned, this is the instrument of your incoming ass beating.” The two hunters looked at each other, the goat faced man drew his saw and the two rushed Daigo. He flexed the hand on his right arm and the thorns that made up his fingernails on that arm extended into claws, which he then swiped across the face of the goat faced hunter on the right. With his left hand he then grabbed the tall hunters wrist that had been swinging for his head and twisted it hard, causing the tall hunter to drop his weapon. He then let go and with expert speed did a sweeping leg kick that knocked both men on their backs. Daigo quickly grabbed the butterfuly sword and in an elegant display of form and skill whipped the blade around himself quickly before pointing the now exposed blade right into the goat faced hunters face while Daigo had drawn his pistol and pointed it at the tall hunters face. The two men held up their hands in surrender and Daigo was just about to pull the trigger when he heard a whistle being blown.

Daigo turned his head to the sudden noise and saw a team of constables in the door way. Led by a man with long blonde hair and holding a simply MASSIVE buzz saw blade on his back, and what appeared to be a mace in his hands. “Now whats all this then?!” he shouted. The Bar Maid approached his side.

“These two men harrased my customer and intended to do him harm!! ....But it seems he was able to dispatch them himself...” She said with a good bit of surprise.

Daigo nodded. “I just wanted a drink Constable. Nothing more.”

The man nodded and then looked at the crowed of people who were watching. “Right then! Now listen very closely to me...We are all hunters of the city of Yharnum. From the farmer to Vicar Laurence Himself! All of us, are in this together. Now I’ve heard repeated reports of this in the past of church brothers being accosted by ruffians in this part of the city. And I tell you now, IT WILL...NOT...DO! If I hear any more reports of drunken brawls, street muggings, or so forth, I will lock down this entire section of the city and establish STRICT rules and a curfew for the area. AM I UNDERSTOOD?” the other patrons nodded quickly. Many averting their eyes. The choir members however watched from above...with heavy invested interest in their fellow church member. The constable nodded and then looked to Daigo. “Brother, is there anyway we can make this up to you?”

Daigo looked at the constable for a moment, then down at the tall hunter. “This is a nice sword. I’m keeping it.” He then turned and walked past the constables and out into the street. He left the tavern thinking it should be a day or two before he returned. But in the meanwhile, he had a nice new weapon to add to his armory. He twirled the sword around in expert fashion as he walked down the street, but was stopped by a call from behind. “Excuse us brother, might we have a word?”

Daigo turned to see who was calling him and saw two choir members approaching him. Walking Canes in hand. He performed one final flourish and then stuck the weapon into the back of his belt. “How can I help you...fellow brothers?” he asked with a friendly smile.

The Choir Members smiled, but that was all he could see of their faces, those smiling mouths. Both looked exactly the same to each other. The one on the left spoke. “I must say it was very impressive seeing you handle those two brutes. They are hunters of no small reputation. Tell me...where did you train?”

“Oh I simply learned on my travels. There is no greater mentor than experience.” Daigo said.

“I see.” The Choir member said. “Well I say, if we had a few more brothers like you in the church we’d not need to rely on such....crude instruments.” He said with a smile.

“Well that’s the thing about crude instruments.” Daigo replied. “They’re low maintenance and don’t require constant cleaning...unlike other more...delicate tools.” He said with biting friendliness.

The choir members eyes may have been hidden, but the contempt in his voice could be heard. “Yes well.....we each have a roll to play dont we?”

The other choir member spoke up. “Forgive my friend here, he tends to be much more direct in his opinions than other choir members.”

“Well I’ll take that over pretenses any day.” Daigo said.

“Of course” the second choir member said. “Why lie when honesty is far too much fun?”

“Quite.” Daigo said.

“Well...I hope todays events have not soured your view of either the city or its citizens.” The second choir member said.

Daigo focused a bit more on the second choir member, and noticed that their lips were rose bud shaped and had a bit of gloss on them. “Well milady, it takes more than a tavern fight to spoil my view of things.”

The Lady Choir member chuckled. “well good. I would hate to see someone with so much potential leave us so suddenly.”

Daigo grinned and stroked his beard. “Well.....perhaps a guided tour of the city would help me find a new found appreciation for its ........wonders.” he said with a playful grin.

The Lady Choir member laughed softly and held out a hand. “Well..anything to aid a brother of the church.” Daigo smoothly took her arm and the two walked side by side down the street. The firm scowl of the other choir member they left behind unnoticed by the pair.

Later that night the two were having dinner in Cathedral Ward enjoying a balcony seat with a view of the whole city, the gently rising moon, and the beautiful lake that rested next to the city. They had walked the length and breadth of the city taking in the sights and sounds of all that Yharnum had to offer. And now they were ending the day with each others surprisingly delightful company. “So Tell me Sister,” Daigo said. “What are nights of the hunt like?”

She sipped some blood wine and sighed gently. “I dont know. Choir Members are not allowed to participate.”

“Why is that?” He asked.

“Because choir members are researchers looking into how to elevate the mortal coil of man. A brute is easy enough to replace, there is not a lot of training involved. But a researcher who dies takes all of their knowledge and discoveries with them.” Her voice seemed to betray the bitter sweet sentiments she had about that.

“Sounds like your a bit disappointed by that.” He said.

“Well, only as much as a child might be disappointed that they cannot actually slay a dragon. My strengths are in academia not martial prowess as you or the hunters have.”

Daigo sipped some wine and thought about that. :But you know....the thing about a body of flesh is...things that are weak can be made stronger....and minds that are ignorant can be filled with knowledge.”

An amused smile kissed her lips gently now. “Are you proposing we exchange lessons?”

Daigo nodded. “Indeed....I lack knowledge of the city, and you wish to fight in the hunt do you not?”

The mask may have hid her face but he could see she was clearly thinking about it. “All right...then let us make an accord. I will instruct you and you will train me.”

Daigo smiled and nodded to that, toasting her with his wine. The two clinked glasses together. “Though we simply cannot call each other brother and sister.”

“Agreed” she said. “I am Morganna Du Loch.” She said, taking off her head piece to reveal a strikingly beautiful woman with blond hair, saphire blue eyes, and ivory skin.

“And I am Daigo Gwyn Belfir.” He said.

“Pleased to meet you Daigo.” She said.

“The Pleasure, Morganna...is mine.” He said with a grin once more.

Meanwhile in church headquarters, Laurence was pouring over his texts and manuscripts from Byergenwerth. Sketches of eyes, tentacles, and other mis matched limbs of various sorts were detailed in his books. Behind him as he researched, was a mural showing the moon, and in front of it...a tall whispy figure of bone and tentacles could be seen, descending on a field of white flowers. “There must be a way to contact him.” He said.

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Hey guys, just wanted to thank you so much for reading todays chapter. I just want to give a quick shout out to my friend @i-am-wyrmdrake who has been an absolute champion for me this year. Things were pretty rough at the start of 2019 but now that I’m back on my feet I just want them to know that I really appreciate all that they have done for me. Keep rocking on amigo mio!

#Bloodborne #FromSoftware #Pyromancer #Daigo Belfir #Short Story #Writing #Fan Fiction #The Healing Church #Dark Souls #Good Hunter #Dark Fantasy #fantasy #Daigo #Vampire #Cainhurst #The Choir

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mnovenia · 5 years

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AM I CAPABLE? And why has to be Utrecht?

Giant dreams, midget ability.

That sentence describes at the moment. I think I have never been really away from the question: what’s next?

As much as I have found peace and reconciliation with Indo, my heart is definitely still for the Netherlands. But in case if it has to be Indo, I wouldn’t live in Jakarta nor Bandung tbh. Perhaps Bali or Flores or a more remote-touristry area with resort can be an option. But today at the service, God confirmed that there are more for me to do in and for the Netherlands.

Yesterday I joined prayer walk with church fellas. I went with Simeon to Utrecht Centraal Station. God revealed the words for me the night before.

Zechariah 3; clean garment for the HIGH PRIEST.

7: If you walk in obedience to me, and keep my requirement, then you will govern my house and have charge or my court. I will give you a place among these standing here

9: See the stone I have set in front of Joshua, there are seven eyes on that one stone. I will engrave an inscription, I will remove the sin of this land on a single day.

His vision also involve:

1. He sees messengers reporting to God that the surrounding nations that have oppressed Judah are living in careless and sinful ease

2. He sees a man measuring Jerusalem, This city will one day be full of people and God Himself will be a wall around the city.

Utrecht is located at the heart of the Netherlands. It’s not only the most beautiful (bias) but it’s also the most strategic city. No wonder that NS (Nederlandse Spoorwegen aka National Train Company) is headquartered in this city. If there’s ever a disruption in the trainline that involves Utrecht, then it will affect the transportation (whole connection) throughout the country. So then if God’s power can shine in Utrecht, it will definitely spread to the rest of the country.

Question now: what can I tangibly do?

- I have a vision that it’s not the time yet for me to leave Utrecht. There are more that God wants me to do. Thinking about inviting Ing to come to church with me, help her to answer all her doubt about christianity, introduce her to Maureen who study the same major, also introduce them to Renee & Derk Jan as they all live in Zeist

- I don’t now how but I know God will provide a job where it will provide more of the things than I expected. For now having another company that want to employ me full time is already good enough. But if God is willing, having a big one which will sponsor me a 1 year/3 years/5 years highly skilled migrant contract would be super and such a miraculous story to testify how big God is and how He ‘DO IT AGAIN’. At this moment this thing seems far, I feel minder compared to Y & S who already been granted visa and in a luckier position. Or even the immigrants or those who rely on spouse visa, or comes from rich family background, etc, sometimes they make me envious. Why can’t I? Why do I have to work so hard in order to have a better life to support my family and my future? Why can’t I just compromise and date any guy, etc..

However these are the things God reminds me that I should repent of! No envy, no compromise other than marrying a true man of God, be obedient and in complete surrender wherever God will bring me and faithfully serve the Lord. Funny enough on Sunday service Eunice prayed for my future job, she said that I don’t need to look/work too hard for it, but in perfect time God will make a breakthrough, giving me the job I enjoy, according to my gifts, nice colleagues to work with, good Boss, etc. Walau masih entah gatau gimana caranya, walau cita2 itu kynya masih di atas awan, tapi kuyakin, Tuhanku will do it again. I will show those who doubted God’s power n ngotot suru aku kerja keras persistent and ambisius, will see, that if God is willing, it will be alright, smooth and beyond their imagination. Amen. Then the word of God for that day says:

Zech 4:

Many people believe that to survive in this world, people must be tough, strong, unbending, and harsh. But God says: not by might, not by power but by my spirit. It’s only though God’s spirit that anything of lasting value is accomplished. The returned exiles were indeed weak, harrased by their enemies, fired, discouraged and poor. But they had God on their side. As you live for God, determine not to trust in your own strength or abilities. Instead, depend on God and work in the power of His Spirit

Makjleb banget gak sih broo..

Btw kemaren sabtu ik seneng bgt ke Rietplas. Cm naik tram 5 menit, jalan kaki 10 menit, sampe. Trus gelar handoek, baca buku, makan anggur, berenang nyelupin badan ke empang yang kotor, dnger lagu, begitu aja terus. And I ditemenin Esther. I seneng bgt deh Houten, family city gitu. And I realize ternyata gak semua orang menikmati outdoor activites. Tmen2 kantor malah ngeledekin kok ik aneh bgt, temen2 gereja pun, mereka malah menghindari heat. Hiran. Kadang hal2 gni yang bikin ik mrasa ik lebih dutch drpd dutch themselves. I love doing things that don’t require spending money HAHAHA.. hal2 ky ke rietplas is definitely my thing. I’d love to do it again. Abis gitu tp yg kesel ky even orang gereja pun byk yg doubting my existence in this country. Mreka nanya what’s my plan, my strategy, and did you pray? How would you even sure about your decision, etc... eh gilong yee, ente2 gak pada tau aja perjuangan ane. Gak tau jg hidup ane kyk rakyat qismin n ik ga pernah rela spending money for myself most of the time, cuma sebates butuh aja. Well kl kalian liat penampilan ik ky tukang hambur2, maap deh emang bawaannya bgitu, byk org yg suka ngasi2 baju, or baju2 eke yg murmer2 dari jaman jadul ya masi bagus, emang ga bole cakepan dikit. Heuhh kadang2 kesel jg ik sama Bambang2. Gw jg dsni legal, kerja kerja, korban banyak uang, bayar pajak, subscribe charity buat anak2, lah situ jg ngandelin topangan pemerintah and gak kerja, jgn iri kl gak punya supplement gratis utk naik kreta. Duh jadi ngelantur. Ada lagi cowo blg mreka punya hormon bla3, jd gabs liat cewe pake baju terbuka walau dia anak Tuhan and uda married, dia lebih setuju liat cewe pake apatuh kerudung item yg nutup muka, dsb. HALOOOO, salah gw emang kl pake baju cakepan? Duh Gusti, biar Tuhan aja dah yang menilai. Dan kadang hal2 gni bikin I wanna see Gods hands even more to shame and shut up those people.

Trus entah emosi lagi mau dapet or gmn, ik jadi iritate aja liat postingan wedding2 org indo yg bajunya bikin susah jalan lah, gaya ibu2 jaman now anter skola sambil show off penampilan, anak les lego sgala macem dsb.. aduh Tuhan, cm doa aja smoga aku gak pernah harus bertemu lingkungan2 toxic ky bgitu lagi.. so sick of that and I don’t think I’m made for those kind of stuffs.. oke baiklah, saatnya tidur, thank You God for revealing so much convictions, what I desire and not, and perhaps those things can make me to differentiate better, which way God wants me to go..

Grotjes,

Marshybelle

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dfroza · 5 years

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A tapestry of Love

is out in the open. it has been made perfectly clear. and it is only seen through baptism eyes of Light in the humility of a child (as a daughter or son of God)

A point that is seen in the reading of an ancient Letter as Today’s chapter in the book of Colossians

Chapter #2:

I want you to realize that I continue to work as hard as I know how for you, and also for the Christians over at Laodicea. Not many of you have met me face-to-face, but that doesn’t make any difference. Know that I’m on your side, right alongside you. You’re not in this alone.

I want you woven into a tapestry of love, in touch with everything there is to know of God. Then you will have minds confident and at rest, focused on Christ, God’s great mystery. All the richest treasures of wisdom and knowledge are embedded in that mystery and nowhere else. And we’ve been shown the mystery! I’m telling you this because I don’t want anyone leading you off on some wild-goose chase, after other so-called mysteries, or “the Secret.”

I’m a long way off, true, and you may never lay eyes on me, but believe me, I’m on your side, right beside you. I am delighted to hear of the careful and orderly ways you conduct your affairs, and impressed with the solid substance of your faith in Christ.

[From the Shadows to the Substance]

My counsel for you is simple and straightforward: Just go ahead with what you’ve been given. You received Christ Jesus, the Master; now live him. You’re deeply rooted in him. You’re well constructed upon him. You know your way around the faith. Now do what you’ve been taught. School’s out; quit studying the subject and start living it! And let your living spill over into thanksgiving.

Watch out for people who try to dazzle you with big words and intellectual double-talk. They want to drag you off into endless arguments that never amount to anything. They spread their ideas through the empty traditions of human beings and the empty superstitions of spirit beings. But that’s not the way of Christ. Everything of God gets expressed in him, so you can see and hear him clearly. You don’t need a telescope, a microscope, or a horoscope to realize the fullness of Christ, and the emptiness of the universe without him. When you come to him, that fullness comes together for you, too. His power extends over everything.

Entering into this fullness is not something you figure out or achieve. It’s not a matter of being circumcised or keeping a long list of laws. No, you’re already in—insiders—not through some secretive initiation rite but rather through what Christ has already gone through for you, destroying the power of sin. If it’s an initiation ritual you’re after, you’ve already been through it by submitting to baptism. Going under the water was a burial of your old life; coming up out of it was a resurrection, God raising you from the dead as he did Christ. When you were stuck in your old sin-dead life, you were incapable of responding to God. God brought you alive—right along with Christ! Think of it! All sins forgiven, the slate wiped clean, that old arrest warrant canceled and nailed to Christ’s cross. He stripped all the spiritual tyrants in the universe of their sham authority at the Cross and marched them naked through the streets.

So don’t put up with anyone pressuring you in details of diet, worship services, or holy days. All those things are mere shadows cast before what was to come; the substance is Christ.

Don’t tolerate people who try to run your life, ordering you to bow and scrape, insisting that you join their obsession with angels and that you seek out visions. They’re a lot of hot air, that’s all they are. They’re completely out of touch with the source of life, Christ, who puts us together in one piece, whose very breath and blood flow through us. He is the Head and we are the body. We can grow up healthy in God only as he nourishes us.

So, then, if with Christ you’ve put all that pretentious and infantile religion behind you, why do you let yourselves be bullied by it? “Don’t touch this! Don’t taste that! Don’t go near this!” Do you think things that are here today and gone tomorrow are worth that kind of attention? Such things sound impressive if said in a deep enough voice. They even give the illusion of being pious and humble and ascetic. But they’re just another way of showing off, making yourselves look important.

The Book of Colossians, Chapter 2 (The Message)

and the paired chapter of the Testaments with this is Isaiah 50 where we read of choosing not to fear by fully trusting in Love (although it is the beginning of True wisdom to fear God, to have reverence toward our Creator)

[Who Out There Fears God?]

God says:

“Can you produce your mother’s divorce papers

proving I got rid of her?

Can you produce a receipt

proving I sold you?

Of course you can’t.

It’s your sins that put you here,

your wrongs that got you shipped out.

So why didn’t anyone come when I knocked?

Why didn’t anyone answer when I called?

Do you think I’ve forgotten how to help?

Am I so decrepit that I can’t deliver?

I’m as powerful as ever,

and can reverse what I once did:

I can dry up the sea with a word,

turn river water into desert sand,

And leave the fish stinking in the sun,

stranded on dry land . . .

Turn all the lights out in the sky

and pull down the curtain.

The Master, God, has given me

a well-taught tongue,

So I know how to encourage tired people.

He wakes me up in the morning,

Wakes me up, opens my ears

to listen as one ready to take orders.

The Master, God, opened my ears,

and I didn’t go back to sleep,

didn’t pull the covers back over my head.

I followed orders,

stood there and took it while they beat me,

held steady while they pulled out my beard,

Didn’t dodge their insults,

faced them as they spit in my face.

And the Master, God, stays right there and helps me,

so I’m not disgraced.

Therefore I set my face like flint,

confident that I’ll never regret this.

My champion is right here.

Let’s take our stand together!

Who dares bring suit against me?

Let him try!

Look! the Master, God, is right here.

Who would dare call me guilty?

Look! My accusers are a clothes bin of threadbare

socks and shirts, fodder for moths!

Who out there fears God,

actually listens to the voice of his servant?

For anyone out there who doesn’t know where you’re going,

anyone groping in the dark,

Here’s what: Trust in God.

Lean on your God!

But if all you’re after is making trouble,

playing with fire,

Go ahead and see where it gets you.

Set your fires, stir people up, blow on the flames,

But don’t expect me to just stand there and watch.

I’ll hold your feet to those flames.

The Scroll of Isaiah, Chapter 50 (The Message)

and the number 50 reminds me of the alphabetic number of the letters TWG from an Oklahoma license plate [TWG 181] which was on a Mazda MPV that i drove up until October of ‘07

and to add to this, Today’s Psalm 11 for july 11 contains 7 verses that reflects upon the date 7.11

A song (a poem) about finding refuge in Love amidst the chaos of this world and its lies that can turn into false accusations or harrasment that is brought up against people who hold grace as their treasured innocence (rebirth)

Song of the Steadfast

For the Pure and Shining One, by King David

Lord, don’t you hear

what my well-meaning friends keep saying to me:

“Run away while you can!

Fly away like a bird to hide in the mountains for safety.

For your enemies have prepared a trap for you!

They plan to destroy you with their slander and deceitful lies.

Can’t you see them hiding

in their place of darkness and shadows?

They’re set against you and all those who live upright lives.”

But don’t they know, Lord,

that I have made you my only hiding place?

Don’t they know that I always trust in you?

What can the righteous accomplish

when truth’s pillars are destroyed and law and order collapse?

Yet the Eternal One is never shaken—

he is still found in his temple of holiness,

reigning as Lord and King over all.

He is closely watching everything that happens.

And with a glance, his eyes examine every heart.

For his heavenly rule will prevail over all.

He will test both the righteous and the wicked,

exposing each heart.

God’s very soul detests those who love to resort to violence.

He will rain down upon them judgment for their sins.

A scorching wind will be their portion and lot in life.

But remember this: the Righteous Lord loves

what is right and just, and every godly one

will come into his presence and gaze upon his face!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 11 (The Passion Translation)

to be concluded with a set of lines from Today’s chapter in the book of Proverbs about kindness and truth:

A God-Shaped Life

When you’re kind to others, you help yourself; when you’re cruel to others, you hurt yourself.

A life devoted to things is a dead life, a stump; a God-shaped life is a flourishing tree.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 11:17, 28 (The Message)

my reading of the Scriptures for july 11, day 21 of Summer and day 192 of the year that mirrors the alphabetic number 192 of the words “Central Park Tulsa” or CPT which is where i was living at this time a decade ago on the 17th story:

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