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Channeled Angelic Wisdom of the Jewels of Truth Series on Sex Addicts and Jealousy

Hello All,

It's been a personal journey to reach this moment to blog here today, aside from today's duo of channeled angelic wisdom topics penned originally today as a 1st draft by longhand. (i.e., it typically takes me 2 hours for inspirational psychic automatic writing.) But, let me first digress before I go off on the "Jewels of Truth" tangent.

The reason in part why I missed my blog entry for late January last month. Was because I was observing the 3rd anniversary of my mother's passing from complications due to Covid-19. I wasn't in a state of mind due to melancholy and for some reason, it hit me harder this time around.

Also, a Happy Twofer of Holidays today February 14th for this year 2024. We get the celebration of St. Valentine's Day and also part of the Christian Lent season for Ash Wednesday today. So I consider it a twofer which is a very auspicious occurrence n'est-ce pas? (Isn't it so?)

Today is in part a day of romantics but in an existential sense, it is also for lovers of the divine or of God(dess) him/her/itself. As a metaphysical phenomenon where the love is unconditional based upon Agape the form of love that is spiritually of service be it brotherly or sisterly.

The nameless selfless angel I channeled as a master of grace decided to surprise me with the topic. I do that sometimes as a spiritual-based psychic channeler via automatic writing. I allow the angel to choose the topics and thus today's topics seem noir for St. Valentine's Day. Not just an excuse for the merry happy loving fool-making abandonment of the gaiety of the joys of lovemaking. But, the consequences when predation of the vile human condition is also unwittingly present, unfortunately.

So I leave you with a duo of topics on the dark side of lovemaking that turns sour into lust for sex addicts and jealousy itself. Courtesy by the narration of the angelic master. Without further adieu may your spiritual horizons be healthy and well guarded in peace always. Amen.

Sex Addicts:

3291) The gaze of the forbidden love can become the gaze of the unlawful. What was once an innocent attraction soon becomes obsessively passionate whereby it overheats unto a grotesque wanton unbridled Lust through and through.

The seeker is now the crazed hunter of a manifold of social ills that best serves no one but the deformed fallen soul from within. We the Heavenly Host do not ever condone such hateful longing for the diabolical flesh. That injures everything that is noble and heartfelt normal of the Holy Spirit within each of you that may have such reckless aims.

The flesh can be a thing of pristine beauty when it is cherished rightly by a mutually dignified grace of courtship. Where there is honor and devotion with respect towards the other person without succumbing to petty and vile tendencies of domination. Whether this is in genuine love-making even if such an adoration is purely spiritual of higher orders of devotion to God itself for the pure of heart in life.

To have a predatory yearning toward forbidden lust in an unconditional classical deranged manner. Denotes truly a broken aspect of your personality and function in the world at large. A psychological fragmentation that reeks of a shattered life in the making. By masking selfish tendencies eroding morality to the point that carnal pleasure supersedes common sense revealing a total meltdown of addiction.

Seek not to be defiled by the hungry that know no peace of the forbidden lust of various types of people and even animals themselves such as beastality. Whether as incest with relatives that lends itself to rape towards pedophilia that shatters a young life before it ever had a chance to begin emotionally. When there is no consent granted and devoid of manipulations by grooming the potential victim to be your fodder. Turn away from such corruptions we the Heavenly Host implore you for the sanctity of your soul.

Be not the destructive monster that upends the lives of others be they innocent and guilty alike. Allow for the first whispers of grace to become the shining light of mercy led by unconditional forgiveness to find relief. Otherwise, the cost of your insanity will be complete as deformed and impugned to no end in sight. Your freedom will be no more rather more a slave to such devices that wreck any semblance of righteousness from having a sway over you.

Do not be so far gone that you give in to such animalistic tendencies that leave you more of a rotten creature than an actual person in life. Those who are into predatory dating as womanizers are one such class of players of mind games in the sexual throes of personal conquest over the other lover. Such men and lesbian women be forewarned you are the Bitch within seeking domination truly over yourself. It is just you project it outwards as a form of demented transference onto your many lovers.

Destruction of the flesh can be with violence as in warfare and it can also be certainly under the sexual guise coupled with self-loathing as predators of the erotic flesh by various degrees of Hell on Earth. Please discipline yourselves for even the youth of the man who later becomes St. Augustine from antiquity. Led such a highly sexualized youth as a hedonistic party-goer until that too led to personal disgust and tragedy in his life.

Be the wiser and grow away from a life of the famine of lust into a greater looming perpetual state of forgiveness beginning within yourselves from God. Give yourself permission not to destroy yourselves multiple times over and then spread your moral disease elsewhere let alone sexually transmitted infections to the unknown. Yield to the spark that gives life spiritually from within your soul and allow us the shepherds of the ancient gods known as the angels to lead you away with mercy and peace of mind and heart in life. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Jealousy:

3292) Be not the fool that destroys that which he or she has cherished in a relationship all along in this life. The wanton yearning for complete control over your lover by means of smothering them with your insecurities. Lends itself to stupidity rather than willful surveillance that is based on mutual trust. Jealousy can upend years of progress akin to a dripping acid of doubts that corrodes everything it touches in your mindless thoughts.

To burn the bushes of Jealousy denotes a childish demeanor of being a spoiled brat. Making unrealistic assertions that defy common sense and mutual respect of your adored person(s). Placing the doubting Thomas with untold jealousy as the tyrannical ruler, judge, and executioner of their lover.

The cliche is solid when it is the idiot man who with bravado as a womanizer has an informal circle of lovers akin to a haram. Such is the grand seducer or the lady killer of the submissive woman that is tricked suspecting they are truly in a monogamous loving union. That when he feels betrayed by a female lover who shows tendencies like his own to circulate with other men throws an unsuspecting tantrum himself as a hypocrite.

Spells a vile tendency to control which is otherwise meant to teach him a hard lesson for the sake of the divine by means of karma. Such a bull-headed bastard gets a taste of his own poison and thus reveals his chauvinistic misgivings regardless of just cause.

All who listen deeply have unfortunately seen this occur elsewhere in discreet social circles. The womanizer will injure the guilty and innocent alike just to feed their ego-centric narcissistic wants for carnal power over submissive or unsuspecting women. The logical fair truth is easily damned with such a dwarfed emotionally disturbed man or lesbian. With disgusted outbursts for control through unjustified manipulation with a wreckless need for power that borders on the insane.

Those unhinged men and lesbians as womanizers who deem themselves with sexist bravado. Can easily lead to animalistic if not eventual demonic whoredom worshipping their own conquests in the making. Their hapless lovers caught in such a bewildering loop are now trapped in a web of manipulation and lies that can lead easily to domestic violence.

On the other hand, as there are poor examples of patriarchy there are also disturbed women akin to Black Widow Lovers. Controlling or attempting to control ever-widening circles of their associates and lovers be they men and woman alike bi-sexually. These ill-gotten gains make Machiavellian look like an amateur choir boy in the offing.

All manner of social drama is the stage that such Black Widow lovers thrive upon as their fields of cherished power over the hoodwinked. Their downfall is to injure or compete against their egotistical superficial pride. Often some are only living by an outline of a strategy of dominance where random unsanctioned events trigger a maelstrom of revenge and conquest alike. When others suffer in their sabotaging ways they smile with bloodless abandon towards the point of sheer malevolence.

The Fallen whom walk amongst you as a continual work of ruin becomes an ever-widening superhighway into perdition itself. What began innocently soon spirals out of your egotistical control. Instead of surrendering towards the bitter lessons of life learned. They deepen their despair to the point of cultivating corruption wherever they gaze upon that suits their supremacy for ill-gotten unholy power socially and holistically.

But, the spread of their lies isn't sufficient they must make themselves as narcissists to being the legitimate caregiver that helps their distressed victims. To subjugate the other unbeknownst to them in circumstances of their choosing to begin spooling deadly silk to choke the innocent life from their prey unwittingly.

The more victims they absorb into their madness as long cast shadows become a sweet-tasting venom of their design. Such manipulated victims become further lost to the world isolated further into the embrace of the Black Spider Queen. Sacrificial pawns of one hapless kind towards another are her newfound minions to serve the Queen Bitch as her fodder.

Whether they are hooked by ideological brainwashing or sheer blackmail makes no difference. The Jealousy of such a manipulator soon weaves are viral madness like an infection like no other. Their Tyranny is only ended as the viper is soon beheaded by the often stoic noble-hearted knight out in the world metaphorically speaking.

So confess your mistakes and make amends gradually where permissible without injuring your once victims of yesterday, today again. The one that rules themselves alone versus throngs of idiots is far more powerful of a purveyor of justice in due time. That only God can ordain with integrity in life.

Yours is the choice ultimately to live by the pain of your lessons with social horrors. Or pursue the pleasure of godly wisdom that leads you towards Heaven on Earth within a lifetime. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 28 plus years of his life to the pursuit of clairaudient-inspired automatic writing channeling the Angelic Heavenly host. Ivan is the author of the spiritual wisdom series "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also utilizes a unique channeled angelic divination method called the Multi-Deck Divination System. Numerous examples of his work are available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 18 years plus online. You're welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.

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thequotewritist · 2 years

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With God by my side, I can overcome everything.

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corpsecoded · 2 years

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love having the name illa. never see anyone with the name so i convince myself into feeling singular and special

#tho there is illa martin.#writing on the wall

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9amartt · 3 months

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what can you do in 10 minutes?

-read surat al-faatihah seven times, and gain 9800 hasanaat

-read surat al ikhlaas 21 times, and it is equal to a third a of the Quran, so it is as though you read the whole Quran seven times

-read a page from the Quran, or memorize a short ayah from Allah's book

-say 'laa ilaaha illa allah, wahdahu laa shareeka lah, lahu-l mulk, wa lahu-l hamd, wa huwa 'ala kulli shay'in qadeer' 20 times, and its reward is that of freeing eight Muslim slaves

-say 'subhaanAllah wa bi hamdihi* 100 times, so your sins would be forgiven, even if they were as the foam of the sea

-say 'subhaanAllah wa bi hamdihi, subhaanAllah al-'adhe em' 50 times, and they are two phrases light on the tongue, heavy on the scale, and beloved to Allah

-say 'subhaanAllah, wal-hamdulillah, wa laa ilaaha illa allah, wallahu akbar' 20 times, and it is the most beloved speech to Allah, and the best speech, and the heaviest in reward

-say 'laa illaaha illa allah' 70 times, and it is the greatest kalimah, and whoever says it as his last words will enter Paradise

-say 'laa hawla wa laa quwatta illa billah' 50 times, and it is a treasure of the treasures of Paradise

-say 'astaghfirullah' 100 times, and it is a cause of mercy and entrance to Paradise, and a cause of protection from calamity and ease of affairs

-send peace and blessings upon the Prophet 50 times, so Allah will send peace and blessing on you 500 times

-think about Allah's creation in the heveans and earth, so you will be of the people with understanding that Allah has praised

-read two pages from a beneficial book, so your knowledge and understanding increase, and it is a means to Paradise

-call your relatives on the phone, or to give salaam to a Muslim, or ask about his condition

-raise your hands to the heavens, and ask of Allah what you wish

-intercede for your brother ,console your brother

-write a good word to your brother, and send it to him

-enjoin the good, and forbid the evil

-remove an obstruction from the road

-smile in the face of your brother, so it is sadaqah for you.

we waste many minutes waiting at the traffic light, and many more minutes waiting at the doctor's office, or for another appointment, or waiting a for a call or for a friend, and so on. Many minutes are lost here and there, but the wise one iS he who benefits from them. the

minute that passes will never return again. so let it become a custom that a we retain a juz of the Quran, or carry a small book in our pocket so that if we find a free minute, we benefit from it and gain reward and increase in knowledge.

and if you persist upon these actions, your tongue will become accustomed to reciting dhikr, and you will find yourself accomplishing more and more in a single minute. and if you take advantage of a single minute, you will then take advantage of the longer, wasted periods of

time.

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#اسلام #مسلم #tawheed #baqiyah #islam #dawla #tawhid #musk #thesavedsect

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#rabbit generator #poll

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fanfreakinfiction · 6 months

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My Gods Are Not Kind to Lonely Mothers

Chapter 2: Trying to Understand

Ch. 1 | Masterlist 🖤

4.3K words // Din Djarin x pregnantf!reader

Pairing: Din Djarin x pregnantf!reader (Reader is younger but not weirdly young) Reader was a sex worker. Reader’s first language is one I made up she speaks pretty good basic but struggles finding certain words. Reader is pregnant!

Summary: How can Din understand and respect your plans without being apart of them? He tries to help, but your stubbornness rivals that of a Mandalorian.

Tags: SLOW BURN, Some fluff, made up Star Wars culture & religion, split POV, slight language barrier, mention of death, mention of child death, dark!, lots of relationship building in this.

Warnings: mention of child loss and grief.

A/n: Alright so let me explain Illa-ishi real quick because I never want to get the wrong idea across. Illa-ishi are mainly single mothers who birth at the lower pool of the Mountain of Mothers. The reason why Illa-ishi give birth at the lower pool and pass away, isn’t the gods punishing them for being single mothers. The journey up to the lower pool when a mother is in the throws of birth is so rigorous and difficult without the help of their partner that many perish from exhaustion. By the time they make it up the cliff to the lower pool some do not even have energy to give birth which is why there are skeletons in the bed rolls. Please comment or ask me questions if anything is ever unclear! Also I know this is a shorter chapter than Ch. 1, I initially wanted this to be a two part series but I found I have more to write than I thought. Anyways, enjoy this soft chapter! I will update this series every Friday.

Standing in the pool, you felt his hand on the right side of your waist. He'd carried you from the spot near the cliff into the shallow end of the hot spring and set you down into the water as if you were sacred. Paralyzed by the sudden display of kindness after the last months spent alone, you felt the cold metal of his helmet lean heavily on the back of your head.

A slow fear crept up from somewhere deep inside the traumatized confines of your heart, the fear immobilizing you to his actions just as they'd done the night he paid for your company. Frozen in place, thoughts of him pushing you into the spring and drowning you flooded your mind. Then you felt his left hand rest on the small of your back, leading you to think he'd take you again as he'd done in the expensive room back on Tatooine. You'd worked in that brothel for years and saw the desperation of men in need, the aftermath of what they'd done to women they had no emotional attachment for.

Just as you started to form a plan of action against him, you heard the softest noise from behind. It took maybe thirty seconds for the sound to register within your mind – he was crying. The strangled sound of a sob left the static of the modulator on his helmet, which was then followed by the most sincere "I'm sorry" you'd heard since the day your father had sold you.

For a moment, you just looked ahead at the milky waters of the spring and the steam swirling around you. The small green baby that the Mandalorian had brought with him sat nearby the shallow end of the pool, gazing into the water below, his small hand chasing the steaming swirls that rose into the air. You felt the life within you stir, your contractions coming inconsistently now, almost as if your body was confused. The warmth of the leather-clad hand on your right side tightened slightly as you heard one more sob break over the roar of the waterfall.

In a show of cosmic irony, you couldn’t help the small but sad smile that graced your lips as you trailed your bandaged right hand up to lace your fingers over the back of his hand, and you spoke, “Don’t cry.”

His sobs seemed to quiet, as if he hadn't expected your touch, your reassurance. The tension in his grip lessened. After a moment of his head resting on the back of yours, you assumed he regained his composure as he slowly pulled away. Shyly, you looked over your shoulder and offered a small tearful smile to his visor before turning your attention back to the spring. Taking careful steps forward, you found a place to lower yourself back once more into the murky depths. You moved to sit where your back was resting on the jagged rock wall.

Out of your peripheral vision, you saw him standing in the same spot. His hands were frozen in the air where they’d rested on your body, until he slowly clenched his fists and lowered them back to his sides.

He stood like a statue just looking at you, his weight shifted to his left, the grey of the flightsuit around his knees now a dark grey from the spring's water. The edge of his grey cape touched the surface of the spring, wetting the frayed and somewhat burned seams.

You felt an awkward discomfort as his helmet seemed locked in your direction. It really made you uneasy that you couldn’t tell where his gaze was or what emotion was on his face. Was he happy? He had cried… you had done the same when you found out.

“You-”

“What’s-”

You both spoke over one another in unison, causing a blush to creep up your neck as you looked away. As if some unseen force felt the tension in the air, the small green child, enamored with the steam of the spring, fell face first into the warm water.

“Grogu!” The Mandalorian’s voice bordered on panicked as he moved from his stiff position to where the child had fallen in. In a swift movement, the Mandalorian had grabbed the child by the tan robe he wore, pulling it to the surface within seconds of the splash. The child blinked his large eyes frantically as he let out some displeased grunts. Holding the child above the water now, the Mandalorian looked the child over and then moved to hold him in his arms. “We’ve talked about this…” The Mandalorian sighed as he looked at the child. You couldn't help the smile that graced your face.

"Does it get into problems?" You spoke carefully as you tried to remember the words in basic.

Being on your homeworld was the happiest you’d felt in years, and slipping back into Kith, your native language, was like putting on your favorite dress. But coming out of Kith back into basic was proving challenging; maybe the Mandalorian spoke Huttese, which you knew almost as well as basic.

“Yeah…he does,” the words fell in a resigned huff from the man clad in silver as he held the now dripping child.

“Oh…Is he…your child?” You asked slowly as you gauged the man’s reaction. Your eyes flicked from his helmet to the water covering your belly where your hands fidgeted under the water. Anxiety filled your thoughts as you waited for his response.

After a painfully long silence, the Mandalorian sighed and shifted to set the green child on the ledge of the spring nearby and sat next to the child, leaving his covered feet in the spring. Adjusting his cape as he sat, he turned to run a gloved hand over the child’s tan robe before speaking in your direction.

“It won’t look like him…if that’s what you’re asking,” he said dryly, and your head snapped in his direction, studying him for a moment before you thought he might be trying to joke. A smile graced your lips as you moved in the water to slowly approach him. Your right hand held onto the spring’s rocky wall as you moved towards him and the child who fidgeted with a metal object around his neck. Within a foot of the child, you looked the soaking baby over with a cocked eyebrow and critical eye before turning to face the Mandalorian.

“He is…” you paused, trying to find the word in basic as you felt a rush to do so, “…c-ute,” you sounded out the word slowly and looked up at the man sheepishly as the child made a surprised “eh!” sound and smiled toothily at you.

“Basic isn’t your first language?” It was almost not a question from the Mandalorian, and you couldn’t help but feel a hot embarrassment from his tone.

“No,” you said as you turned away again, caressing your belly under the water, “I am Kith.”

“I am Mandalorian,” he said, and you thought he might be patronizing you.

“I see and know,” you retorted back as you shot a soft glare his way.

A sound emanated from his helmet, and you thought it might be a sigh. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he started to say as he reached into his bandolier for something. “I am Mandalorian, but I am different from other Mandalorians. I am bound by a creed.” He pulled out a piece of paper as he spoke, and you recognized the paper immediately. “The Mountain of Mothers…” he spoke again as he unfolded the pamphlet. “You’re here because you believe in this?” He asked as he looked over the paper.

You eyed the pamphlet that Don Mai must have so generously forced into the bounty hunter’s hand. Your eyes trailed from the pamphlet back to his helmet, and you nodded your head yes.

“I understand,” he says as he looks over the pamphlet, the child next to him suddenly taking interest as well. “The creed I believe in… it is my responsibility to take care of foundlings.” His helmeted gaze shifts slightly from the pamphlet to the child next to him.

“Found-i-ling?” you repeat the word back to him slowly in confusion.

His head turns to look at you, and he hands the pamphlet to the child who plays with the paper.

“Foundling,” he confirms with a small nod. “Children who are adopted by my people, warriors of Mandalore… This is the Way.”

Your gaze moves from his to the child next to him, and you nod.

“He is found-i-ling,” you say in confirmation as you nod your head toward the green child.

The Mandalorian nods in confirmation, and you see his hands clench the edge of the rock.

“And you…” he starts, “you are also my responsibility...”

You hated that word. Responsibility. Such a long word that was so often thrown in your face as a guilt tactic. The foreman who your father had sold you to made sure you always had responsibilities.

You were no more than eight when your father had sold you to the greasy man on Tatooine, and your life had been work ever since. The foreman wasn’t completely cruel; there were masters on Tatooine that were far worse. You had a bed, food, and even a bath. The foreman protected you from disgusting prying eyes of patrons who thought you were merchandise and not just a helping hand. But he also worked you to the bone, washing pillows, washing gowns, sewing gowns, steaming tapestry, cleaning the rooms, making meals, fixing the building, making errand runs – your responsibilities.

“No,” the word fell from your lips as if it were law. The Mandalorian’s head tilted towards you as if he didn’t hear you.

“Yes. You are my responsibility,” he repeats. “This is the Way.”

“No.” The word was slightly more harsh coming out as you turned to face him now. The sun had finally fallen behind the sky, and you were almost surrounded in darkness as you stared him down.

You could sense his hesitation, the momentary lapse in response, but the Mandalorian was resolute. “It is the Way. We take care of our own. The Creed guides me, and I cannot abandon my responsibilities.”

The weight of those words hung in the air, the silence stretching between you. The cold grip of your past life clawed at your heart, and you couldn't bear the thought of being bound by another's expectations. You had yearned for freedom, for a chance to shape your own destiny, and here, in the darkening solitude of the hot spring, those dreams seemed to be slipping away.

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Your face was starting to turn pink from the heat of the spring as the word left your mouth. Din sat there staring, or truthfully, he was glaring at you from under his helmet. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say your stubbornness made you more a Mandalorian than it did a Kith. He battled with himself; this was not a place he wanted to be.

Din had always been careful when it came to his intimate business. When he and Xi’an would mess around, he would always pull out even though he knew she had an implant. He’d never actually finished inside anyone before, not until he’d taken you. To ease his guilt, he had told himself it was because of his inebriated state, but he knew by the time he’d slowly stripped you in that warmly lit room, the Corellian Whiskey had worn off. Maybe it had been because you were the first virgin he’d ever taken, the tightness of your heat on his fingers like a Dathomirian witch's call. Maybe you were a witch, which is what he was trying to understand, trying to learn more about you.

His eyes had scanned the pamphlet now being crumpled by Grogu’s hands. He realized the Mountain of Mothers was a sacred place, much like the living waters on Mandalore. The stubborn part of him wanted to scoop you from the spring and carry you back to his ship to take you to Mandalore, but he couldn’t do that. You were too close to birth and he really had no place to interrupt your plans… plans he hadn’t been a part of. The dark parts of his mind reminded him.

"What is your plan?" He found himself asking you. He watched as you looked up at him from your spot beneath the comforting spring waters, your brow furrowing. You had placed your right arm on the surface ridge of the pool and had laid your head down to watch Grogu.

"I will rest here," your voice sounding tired, your hair damp from the steam as you offered a sad smile.

"For how long?" He asked next, watching your face carefully to gauge your emotions.

You shrugged and looked down at your belly. "Until Noona arrives.”

Please. Kriff. Please don’t let Noona be the name for this child, his child. He cringed internally.

"Noo-na?" He repeated back, trying to hold down the unhappy tone of his voice. You nodded your head as if he was an idiot.

"Noona," you said with a nod. "Or… Baby."

He breathed a sigh of relief, just Kith for baby.

"Then what?" He asked as Grogu stirred next to him, clambering up into the Mandalorian's lap, leaving a trail of water and the now soggy pamphlet behind as he climbed.

"We rest," you said sadly.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he was getting frustrated with this beat around the bantha approach.

"After you rest?" His voice sounded a bit more terse than he intended. He watched as your head snapped up at him in annoyance, feeling confusion at your sharp reaction.

"We rest," you replied back, matching his terseness.

"For how long?" He gritted his teeth.

You splashed the water as you threw your hands up slightly and glared at him. "Forever!" You shouted back at him, and confusion laced his face.

"I don’t understand," he replied, as Grogu pulled at his bandolier from his lap, a sign he was getting hungry.

A moment of silence lapsed as your gaze slowly traveled to the skeletons surrounding the pool, now shrouded in darkness. You sighed as you looked at the remains mournfully and then slowly back to your belly.

"Illa-ishi come here to rest, forever," you said.

The skeletons and bone fragments all made sense in his mind now, and it made him sick.

"What?" His voice was laced with confusion and a hint of anger.

Before he could register the emotions swirling in his chest, he was already standing up in the water. Grogu, sensing the shift, looked up warily at his father. The Mandalorian glanced over at the pack leaning against the black jagged rock next to your bedroll, and he moved towards it out of the water.

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Your heart raced as you watched the Mandalorian abruptly leave the spring and walk towards your pack and bedroll. You watched with bated breath as he set down the green child next to your pack on the ground and knelt down to your bedroll.

"NO!" You shouted as you watched him start to roll the bedroll back up. You quickly moved from your position in the water, walking carefully towards the edge. In an instant, he was moving in front of you, leaving the small child behind. It frightened you to see the speed at which he moved, the menacing aura he gave off as he moved to bend down, eye level with you.

He rested one hand on his right knee and the other hand on the ground next to him as he spoke.

"I am trying to understand your culture, but I will not allow you both to die here," his voice was menacing and sharp, bringing tears to your eyes.

"We are meant to die here," your words came out laced in pain and fear as you tried to stare him down. His hands balled into fists as he stared back at you.

"Why," he asked, and you could tell he was angry, and it wasn't fair.

Why was he angry when he had played no part in the last months?

You instantly felt remorse at that thought.

Throughout your whole pregnancy, you wouldn't allow yourself to think ill thoughts of him, afraid they might pass into Noona. Really, it wasn't his fault. You had no way of contacting him.

After your night with him, you'd taken your cut from the foreman and bought transport off of Tatooine. You spent weeks hopping planets and seeing different worlds, grateful for the credits you'd saved over the years, but even more so thankful for the six thousand credits that bought your freedom.

When you found out you were pregnant, you'd been staying on the mining world of Gorse, visiting the moon Cynda known for its illustrious thorillide crystal mines. You felt as if your freedom was snatched from you once again.

You knew this meant you were destined to be Illa-ishi and knew you'd be birthing a dead baby at the lower pool. It hurt, and you felt it wasn't fair, to you or the life inside you. A life that wouldn't exist outside of your own body, which is why you hadn't even bothered seeking out the Mandalorian.

Besides, all you had to go off of was the sigil on his pauldron, and since the Empire decimated Mandalore, it was impossible that you could find him again. Most Mandalorians had gone into hiding, and being already two months pregnant, there wasn't enough time to try and figure it out. You had accepted that you would be alone, that you were Illa-ishi, and that you could only enjoy the months ahead while Noona grew inside you.

You had traveled back to Kith in your fifth month of pregnancy and taken up work alongside Don Mai, the self-appointed mayor who graciously offered you a job in the fuel station. But soon your time was up, and you'd started your journey three days ago with the accepted belief that you'd never leave the Mountain of Mothers.

Still, the rational part of your mind sympathized with the man staring you down. You honestly believed you wouldn't see him again, and yet here he was. You knew that Kith was a planet along the outer rim, and nobody cared to understand your culture. Your people were not warriors like Mandalorians, nor powerful witches like Dathomirians. Your people were peaceful and slow.

Don Mai had a point about one thing, "People need to see the wealth of culture we have here. Kith would want the galaxy to know of the sacrifices he made for his wife."

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Your eyes searched his visor, and he watched as you struggled internally. For a moment, he felt shame at his tone because it elicited a glassy look in your eyes, but he was angry. Not angry at you but more angry with himself. He sat eye level with you, waiting for your explanation when he heard a sigh leave your lips.

“Illa-ishi do not make it to the upper pool to give birth,” Your words offered little to soothe his confused anger. He opened his mouth to speak, but you continued, “Illa-ishi die at this pool with our babes, as a price for our solitude.”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You truly believed you would die here, along with the life he helped create. He rose from the crouched position as he looked down at you in the now looming darkness.

He studied your face for a moment before his eyes drifted lower to your full breasts and belly. A twinge of pride at the sight of you was quickly extinguished by the look on your face. You looked sad, like you didn't want to believe what you did, like some part of you wanted to make it to the upper pool. Slowly he extended his right hand down to you before he spoke, “You are not alone, not anymore.”

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Helping you from the pool carefully, he watched the steaming water rush off your body, leaving droplets all around you. A shiver quickly rushed through you, and he cursed himself for not being more prepared when he left his ship. He didn't even bring Grogu a snack. He stood in front of you, unconsciously zoned out as he tried to think of his next steps.

He didn't realize how uncomfortable you'd become by his gaze until you moved your hands to cover yourself in shame. Your face was flushed pink, and he realized you assumed he'd been standing there staring at you like some teenage boy. He felt a rush of embarrassment; he normally never spared a thought for anyone, never cared what they thought, but for some reason, he really didn't want you to think ill of him.

"Get back in the water," his voice was low, and it almost startled you.

He saw the look of confusion on your face, and he sighed audibly. "Just… you'll be warmer in the water until I can make a fire," he said reluctantly, and he watched your eyebrows shoot up.

"A fire?" You almost sounded excited.

He nodded as he moved to help you situate yourself back into the water.

The green child cooed from his spot, now sitting on your bedroll as he watched. After situating you back into the water, Din looked back to Grogu; he could tell he was getting hungry and tired.

"I need to go collect wood. Would you… just make sure he doesn't get into trouble?" The Mandalorian hesitated to ask you for anything, but he knew Grogu would just inhibit what could be a quick task. He watched your face as you glanced up at him from in the pool and behind him to the child.

"Yes," you said, almost so quietly that he strained to hear it.

"I won't be long," he told you as he stood and immediately walked over to the edge of the cliff to make his way back down toward the forested area.

Left alone with Grogu, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. The Mandalorian had been harsh, distant, and mysterious, yet he had also shown moments of compassion and care. You watched the child as he cooed and played with his small, metal pendant, seemingly unfazed by the ordeal.

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The thought of a fire excited you after three days of eating cold food and sleeping on the cold ground. Maybe if Noona was tired and not ready to come, you could actually enjoy your last night of sleep. Surely Noona would be here tomorrow?

"Rissi, Noona?" (Right, Noona?) You spoke to your oddly calm belly. You thought back... when had your last contraction been? After the Mandalorian had shown up, but that had now been almost two hours ago.

You felt unease rise up into your throat.

You only felt this afraid once during your pregnancy, and it was when you hadn't heard Noona's heartbeat at the small makeshift medical office in the fuel station. It wasn't until you and Don Mai had realized the medical droid's radar equipment had malfunctioned that you found peace.

But now you could feel the panic and no peace. A part of your mind was whispering that Noona was already gone. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you started moving frantically towards the shallow part of the pool. You rested your left hand on the soaked fabric of your dress as you clambered towards the edge of the pool.

"Pessi Noona... Pessi!" (Please baby, please.) you whispered frantically as you tried to feel anything. The rock floor of the pool felt harsh under your bare feet, and you slipped a little at one point, causing you to stumble.

From your right, you could hear the small green child make a grunting noise. Pushing yourself up in the water, you felt your breath quickening with panic as you moved out of the water. Tears were coming hard, and you couldn't stop the sobs that came from your mouth.

"Pessi a Noona! Pessi! Pessi!" You cried as you made it from the pool to the harsh gravel-covered surface of the rock surrounding the pool. Looking down at your belly, you pressed your hands rather harshly to feel. You could make out two lumps at the top, maybe knees? You couldn't be sure.

You felt a tugging on your dress, and as you tried to look down past your belly, you caught a glimpse of a green ear. The small green child tugged fervently on your dripping gown.

"Noona a nissa movissi" (baby is not moving), you tried to explain to the small green child who you could hardly see. You sobbed and tried to move toward the bedroll. Through your tears, you heard the small child behind you as his feet pattered softly on the rock behind you. You moved to sit on a rock nearby, lowering yourself to the ground, you planted your feet and caressed your belly.

"Pessi Noona, gividas sotissi" (Please baby give me something), you cried as you continued pressing frantically, trying to get Noona to move or kick, anything.

You felt the lightest touch on your arm as you sat and hyperventilated. Looking to the left, you saw the small green child look at you curiously. His large brown eyes were full of so much emotion, something you couldn't place. Before you could make another sound, you felt the edges of your vision begin to fade.

Maybe this was it... the last moment with you and Noona... would the Mandalorian come back and disturb you? You didn't want to leave the Mountain of Mothers, you wanted to die here with Noona, stay here with Noona, forever…

The last thoughts flashed in your mind before you felt yourself succumb.

"Rest," a small voice whispered through your mind.

#din djarin #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x pregnant reader #din djarin x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #star wars the mandalorian #the mandalorian #star wars fanfiction #my gods are not kind to lonely mothers #MGANKTLM

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The Doors to the House of Hopeful Sinners are OPEN

Hello darlings~ The doors to my experimental server are now opening, following the success of the experiment~ (I know the banner isn't particularly original yet but we're open to submissions to replace it!)

The House of Hopeful Sinners is an open and inclusive 18+ FanServer for Baldur's Gate 3, with a focus on creative fanworks and supporting fellow fan creators!

To learn more about the server and what we hope to create together, please Read More below! (NSFW Content and Humour Follow)

HOHS Server Principles

A general summary of the server is that it is a space to allow creativity to flourish. We are LGBTQIA+ and NeuroDivergent Friendly, our motto is something along the lines of "Horny But Wholesome", or "Spicy Kindness". Do be aware we do not currently spoiler mark any storylines, endings, or game details, so you may wish to finish everything in the game unless you're fine with spoilers. Some of what we have to offer:

Almost all channels are NSFW, hornyposting 24/7 is free for all to enjoy if you so wish. No judgement! BE FREE!

Dedicated forums for FanArt and FanFiction, so you can share and search for your own works or those by others.

Forums for reference materials and lore discussion to use for fanworks.

Optional ping roles to be alerted to new content with your favourite characters!

Starboard including NSFW Channels!

Specific channels and threads for discussing niche and triggering kinks where those who enjoy them can engage safely.

Clear list of CWs and rules to tag and spoiler hide content containing potentially triggering content.

Voice Channels to stream games, art, or just chill with your fellow sinners.

A selection of custom emojis, stickers, and soundboards!

A community who will welcome you whether you only drop by a little or visit often. Lurkers welcome~ Enjoy the space however you wish.

Space to grow! We are more than willing to hear feedback and build our space around the needs of the community.

Simple age verification. Open a ticket to verbally confirm your age with a moderator, no photo ID needed. This is trust, and breaking it is an immediate lifetime ban. Having under 18s around is not safe for minors or for the adults. If you're too young, please respect this and wait. We will never knowingly allow a minor into this space.

Bots for AO3 link summaries and image/video embeds from Twitter, Tiktok, Instagram, etc

Writing Sprint Channel and bot to write alongside friends and spur each other on!

Server Reviews!

You don't just have to take my word from it, listen to these reviews from satisfied community members!

1/5 stars. "Not enough Raphael." - A. Devilyoudo 5/5 stars. "Like 24/7 Horny Jail, now with a token SFW channel!" - I.C.U. Peekin 3/5 stars. "Server owner clearly needs more sleep." - B.D. Thyme 5/5 stars. "Finally, a place where I have threads for less common kinks!" - I.P. Freely 3/5 stars. "The creative energy gave me kinks I didn't know I had so now I have that to deal with." - Sweet E Pye 5/5 stars. "Everyone is so feral I'm making a fortune." Mr Phucks, Cage Chewer Dentistry 0/5 stars. "These degenerates have changed my brain chemistry and all I can think of is eating Gortass." - Tsun Derriere 5/5 stars. "I've accidentally become the Fairy Smutmother to a bunch of brats and couldn't be happier." - Tavylia of House Sin, first of her na- (script cuts off) 3/5 stars. "A good selection of smut content but I'm too scared to talk to everyone." - Lou King (respectfully) 2/5 stars. “I’ve seen less horny pornography. I had to turn off my message previews so I didn’t give my coworkers hypernatremia at the sheer volume of cum present.” - Michael Toris 5/5 Stars. “I think I’m growing a prostate where my frontal lobe used to be. Think Durge is into skullfucking?” - Illa D. Vized 5/5 stars. "A full range of penis emojis." - Forrest F. Cox 5/5 stars "There's a reason I'm here every day" - Leonardo DaVinci 5/5 stars. "I have learned things about prostates, cervical mucus, and fertility my health class never bothered with and there are big enough nerds here that there are NIH citations about it." - Prof G Dekarios

What Else is there in HOHS? Beta Readers

We have dedicated Beta Readers on a tag role - we would welcome more Beta Readers to help polish up our writers' works, though of course time is freely given and boundaries/CWs are always respected. You are under no pressure to beta. But what can that feedback look like? How does it help?

Editing is painful, but having useful feedback alongside fun and excited comments is a great way to make it a lot less horrible!

Treatos! WIP Feedback!

Sometimes to get things flowing we like to write "Treatos" - short paragraphs/drabbles not connected to full fics to help us get the creative mode moving again.

Most of all, we just welcome all Hopeful Sinners who share our values in fandom enjoyment~ I hope to see you there! - With Love, Tavylia Sin

Disclaimer - side effects of exposure to HOHS might include: - Gender Euphoria - Producing more creative works - Persistent feelings of self-worth - Hyperfixation go brr - Interest in characters you didn't look twice at before - Excessive Thirst

#baldurs gate 3 #fan community #discord #discord server #fanart and fanfic #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 art #bg3 fanart #baldurs gate #fanfic #House of Hopeful Sinners #BG3 Discord #creators supporting creators #Fandom Positivity #fandom community

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Quick tips for Non Spanish speakers:

Hi, so, Reina here with a super epic guide on Spanish writing for non native speakers because google translate is ass when you give it one word!!!! (try word reference too!)

Yippie!!!!

First of all; Everything might as well be a verb tense, don’t question it.

Like in French, Portuguese, Romanian and Italian, things are gendered in the Spanish language, but it isn’t a pain in the ass like French and Italian (In Italian, you use all vowels as endings and each fucking one of them either means plural feminine, or plural masculine, etc.)

Fortunately!!! Usually words use an A if they are feminine, or an O if masculine.

S for plural words too, and there’s 4 different ways to say ‘the’, being La (Sing. Fem.), El (Sing. Masc.) Los (Plural. Masc. ) & Las (Plural.Fem.) When correcting yourself in Spanish, pay attention to noun gender (masculine/feminine) and agreement in number (singular/plural).

You can also make words bigger or smaller with a suffix, -ito or -ita for small, (see above notes for gender) or -illa and -illo (double L pronounced as a Y, and for big it’s -ote or -ota ; Ex. ¡Clara creció bién mucho! ¡Estába bién chiquita, y ahora pestañe y esta bién grandota! (translation: Clara grew a lot! She was so little and I blinked and she’e so big now!)

For direct objects, ensure they match the gender and number of the noun they refer to. Practice and exposure to the language will improve your accuracy over time. ¡Buena suerte, amores!

And for my native Spanish speakers who DON’T know the slang/properness in Mex. Spanish, here’s a few you should know!

Girl (as in talking to a child or demeaning to a woman) — Niña, Chiquita/Chiquilla (usually affectionate or for baby girls! ) morra, chamaca, mocosa (derogatory).

Boy (as in talking to a child or demeaning to a man) — Niño, Chiquito/Chiquillo (Usually affectionate and FOR BABIES AS IN NEWBORNS AS IN CHILDREN) mocoso, chamaco, esquinkle (my uncle used to call me and my cousins this and I wanted to fight him each time...)

Straw — Popote, Pajilla

Eraser — Borrador

KEEP IN MIND!!!

I’m from Jalisco, and the slang varies from state to state, BUT PLEASE!!! send requests if you need HELP! You can be anonymous and I won’t mind! Send questions in the comments, I’M HERE TO HELP YOU! I WANT TO HELP YOU! I’m not your Spanish teacher teaching you verbs, I’m just going to tell you what you want to say!

And as a reminder: Spanish depends a lot on context, LOTS OF WORDS MEAN DICK. OR VAGINA. OR BOOBS. PLEASE BE CAREFUL.

#atsv miguel #spanish speakers #spanish speaking tips #moon knight #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miles morales #rio morales #feel free to tag other spanish characters #please!

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thegirlisuedtobe · 11 months

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The mistress of the house has finally arisen, she returns with the 2023 10th Anniversary production of Rebecca This year I'll be translating interviews of the Ichs and Dannys throughout the years, and be published every Monday so please have a read!

First up we have the 2013 production with the youngest Danny to ever debut in the role, the one and only Miss Ock Joo Hyun (along with Oh Man Seok)! I will certainly spare no expenses

#rebecca das musical #rebecca korea #koreanmusicals #kmusicals #musicaltheatre #ock joo hyun #oh man seok #뮤지컬 #레베카 #옥주현 #translation #interview #illa writes

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Ahh OC week! I’m probably not going to be able to write anything but ! My OCs are generally smooch able! Iwyn would kiss Nin on the cheek (lavellan extended family 💖💖). Illa and Vy are up for romantic or platonic kisses, Bhrianna for platonic (she’s so tall perfect for giving forehead kisses)

Meryta will cross worlds to kiss 🥹

No pressure of course!! If you don’t want to include them 💕😃🩷💜

Happy OC kiss week!!

meryta crossed worlds indeed 💜💚

rinna's not complaining!!

#oc kiss week #oc kiss 2024 #meryta khatin #rinnariel haurasha #i love meryta so much u_u #shes so very cute u_u #things i drew

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I just love my brother so much 😭 Allahuma barik lahu He doesn't have much to offer but his devotion to our family and how he is always in service for any one of us and how he just would go out of his way to make sure we are comfortable and safe is so selfless and I pray Allah swt count all of these acts in his good deeds and make them a way to elevate his rank in Jannah ameen ya rabb. Tbh, he wasn't really like that before, sübhanallah he was the template of any north african spoiled selfish only male child whose mom spoiled rotten and raised him to believe he is entitled to everything. But noticing this huge transformation in his personality, his humbleness, his genuine care and worry for our family, and especially for me is making me fall deeper and deeper in gratitude for Allah swt who changed my brother's heart and created ways for him to gain extraordinary deeds, because as Prophet Muhammad ﷺ says "the best of you is the best to his family" - and even if this Hadith is often explained in talking about one's wife, I'd like to think of it in general terms of family in the case of my brother 😭 Allahuma barik lahu wa barik bihi wa barik fih, Allahuma grant him khayr in this duniya and the hereafter, mend his heart and solve his problems, in deed you are the Almighty, you are able to do all things. Ameen.

Tonight, I was at my friend's house which is on the other side of town, and I got sick, and it was pretty bad and I called him and said " I got sick come pick me up" and even though it was late, and he was super tired and about to sleep he drove across town to come get me, he drove me to night-shift pharmacy and then got me food, even though his eyes were closing at the end. And then he mistakenly used my pet-name to refer to his daughter in the middle of the conversation and my heart just exploded with love for him 🥹

I am literally nothing without my brother, reflecting back on the years and how we weren't that close in my teenage and early adult years and how we finally found our way back to each other after my marriage is so heartwarming. Sübhanallah, even in the most dysfunctional of the families, Allah swt will bless you with that one person that will be there for you, care for you, protect you and show you that you are loved. In deed, Allah is the most merciful. I don't know why I am writing this, I just found myself pouring my heart out. Maybe to send out a little hope for girls who are currently not having the best relationship with their older brothers, do not despair, Allah's mercy is endless, He swt can turn things around in a heartbeat. And maybe to encourage guys to be a little kinder to their families and especially their sisters. It makes a huge difference for your sister to know that you've got her back and that you're there for her. But probably I am fever-blogging lol.

Conclusion, I have the best of the brothers. Allahuma barik, la quwwata illa billah 🥹🤍

#prsnl #alhamdulillah

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Channeled Angelic Wisdom of the Jewels of Truth Series on The True Sons and Daughters of God, Decision Making, God, and Majesty of Being

Hello All,

Wow, how many of us have just survived that year of 2023?

Geez I hope 2024 proves to be the enlightened aftermath of 2023 with humility for those in dearest need. Aside from such a fandango, how many of you have made your New Year's Resolution?

What I like to say in every year is a tried and true New Year's Resolution for myself as a near constant. Which is to do the best I can and to be thrice (meaning 3 times) very well for it overall. I've used that one for over a decade now so there's no guilt of making something up that is unrealistic for me to keep alive.

Today I'll be sharing 4 Jewels of Truth statements channeled freshly this month of December by longhand. Two are the typical longer variety and the other two are the shorts which in my 1st published volume of "Jewels of Truth: A Soul Odyssey Within". Originally that's how I began my Inspirational psychic automatic writing with the angels. With short paragraphs and other one-liners of intriguing spiritual wisdom. Later it evolved into my social media posts on sites like Twitter where the text character limit was very prohibitive in Tweets.

Today's shorts will be on God and Decision-making as a simplified rule of thumb when listening deeply to your own personal Intuition aka your gut. The other two longer statements about the True Sons and Daughters of God take the viewpoint of the angel that demigods as the avatar major leaguers aren't the only esteemed children of God(dess) on Earth. There are also minor leaguers to borrow an American Baseball term a secondary line-up of elder luminary souls reincarnating onto our world.

Finally, the Majesty of Being is how in a world of struggles vying with our flawed human conditions. It is almost a radical notion to be able to succeed in such a backward society not just on the career front but the holistic notion of our divinity upon the world at large.

Without further adieu may these inspired angelically channeled statements of mysticism and spiritual wisdom. Truly expand your devout horizons regardless if they challenge your assumptions or not of the divine. Amen.

The True Sons and Daughters of God:

3282) Are the truest sons and daughters of God only limited to the ancestral ascended masters as the miraculous demigods as avatars of renown?

Nay, aside from such grandest masters of the holy of holies across numerous global religions of this world. The Holy Ghost of God is far more mysteriously clever to shine other great luminary wonders as souls of renown upon your world. There are other pillars of the angelic spiritual gestalt to being noble servants of all souls alike regardless of creed or national origin globally speaking.

Many are credited to mature as the Saints who are often unrecognized by this world and reborn from other worlds within this farthest reaches of the cosmos resting outside of time Immemorial. By heavens sake they come to cross-pollinate the earth with foreign ideals as standards whose time has truly come for soulful evolutions of the humane species.

No matter the epochs in question these tender teachers of the divine be they man, woman, child, and creatures. Whether they teach by words, heroic feats, sacrifice, etc... They each submit themselves to be unwitted role models paradoxically speaking landing upon circumstances that defy reason when the hour of the Lord God strikes fast and hard.

The most overlooked spiritual elder masters reborn are the commonly encountered disabled mentally and physically in each of your global societies. As the Apostle stated in Matthew 18:3.

and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.

Such meek people disenfranchised by mobility and impairments of various kinds within a lifetime are they not like Master Christos carrying his cross to be sacrificed at Golgotha? Wasn't it dear Simon of Cyrene Mark 15:21 who carried the condemned master's cross because he was duly disabled?

Such souls who are disabled mentally and physically are here to test their mettle as people and certainly children of God from farther afield across the heavens divine. Often it is a struggle for many of them just to keep a stabilized breath of life depending on the severity of their mobility literally and metaphorically speaking.

Now there is a 2nd class of grand master souls which you will know by their angelic fruits of character as individuals esteemed and precious before God himself. Such impeccable persons become titans of the world, celebrities of artistry, chiseled athletes, and certainly scholars of analytical comprehension (ie inventors) the world over.

Many will rely upon their achievements individually and collectively to inspire them with stories of accomplishment and other functional feats of technological wonders. The moment has arrived upon the Ziegheist of time for them to express what the world so richly deserves to experience. Such is the arch of a lifetime for icons, legends, and other historical figures valued for this or that contribution to humanity.

A 3rd class of such reborn grandmasters as the True Sons and Daughters of God(dess) are the unrecognized Prophets and Prophetess. Most are martyred by your barbaric world as destiny unfolds. For example, U.S. President Abraham Lincoln, Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., and certainly Mahatma Gandhi just to name a few in the last couple of centuries. Fortunately, other prophets often go unrecognized and alas are spared the barbarism of humanity to slay such pure souls upon the world at large.

These are but three classes of grand master souls reincarnated as the giants of the heavens come full circle across around the world and back again. Fulfilling the Will of God however necessary for the mundane needs of the masses by extraordinary feats of bravery and polished wisdom serving the needs and wants of the collective majesty of God. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

God:

3284) We are the Immaculate God(dess) reborn times Infinity upon this sacred Eternity known as the Mysterious Creation. We are the micronized expressions as Infinite emanations of the celestial foreign bodies at most unrecognized for the moment unless Willed by God to be cherished in the Constant Now. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Decision Making:

3285) Allow your Intuitive Heart to guide you with a balanced and gentle compassionate mindset. Then with near certainty, you can come forward when daring to make the right solemn decision for your beautiful needs and wants dear child of God. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Majesty of Being:

3283) All told to be alive is only half the battle for truth to be claimed and your majesty of personal endowment out upon this world. Many challenges and obligations will be set upon thee as people. Many will and have struggled unceremoniously with unduly unjust circumstances in order to surmount feats of all calibers of humanity at large.

Sometimes a yeoman's effort is required for personal self-development to become a necessary form of dignified self-expression. In order to overcome flawed assertions set upon you unfairly by derelict minds and other prejudices that are unwelcome at any sensible moment. This can forestall the persistence to carry on with unwavering faith to do the right thing. Perhaps the temptation to cheat your way for an easier outcome is readily available. Suspecting such fools aren't paying attention?

The challenges of a critical considerate demeanor will be stretched by those who will beseech your sanity at times. Do you cave in and roll with the masses just to fit in because it's easier to become homogenous? To overcome a flawed human civilization at large many turn to charitable individuals be they loved ones and certainly institutions to balance your scales fairly. Not all charity from others comes with implied strings attached nor will it be equal from greater organizations of scale.

Poverty is a human socialized disease not of its victims but of the wider bonafide societal stakeholders as the political establishment. Such macro inadequate governmental policies run askew making a mockery of the underclasses a failure of wholesale morality as God is your Supreme Witness. The agenda of the people is often no more lip service for the agenda of the powerful at the expense of everyone else who isn't them.

Plain-spoken religiosity as a test of piety is a charlatan's trick of the ego to deceive well-meaning caring souls into trusting a pretender. Out of mind and out of sight will only work so long until the taskmasters of the celestial fates have a reckoning with you. A fatigued disconnect is one thing for herculean troubles to be wrestled into submission gradually over the years. Bad luck can only be justified for so long until it is recognized that a failure of your political leadership is at fault. Lip service is the lazy man's speech of the devil incarnate. Deceiver Is, As Deceiver Does!

The backbone of integrity is hard for any man or woman to have acclaim to resolve at any one point in a difficult period of living. Your willpower will only take you so far until you must call upon the higher visionary graces of the heavenly host to serve you with mercy.

Not all wealth is equal to a life of pleasure and comfort without accountability. Many patrons and matrons are morally challenged with a gnawing hole in their hearts stating; "Why haven't I achieved glory as of yet"? Their needs may pale to the beggar on the streets still their needs have a rationale of truth that must be served with dignity over time. To appreciate this difference is to be a fine discerner of the woes of the human condition at various scales of preponderous.

Better to serve without a mark of disgrace upon you to avoid the moral pitfalls all so readily available to the innocent and guilty alike. Those who are servant leaders are hard to locate but when discovered cherish them truly with room to maneuver so they may fulfill their mandate in due time. They often when in a dysfunctional mindset serve out of guilt and shame to the point of personal masochism. To overly rely on such disgruntled souls is an abuse of privileges.

Not until humanity on a collective societal basis can heal the systemic issues of the psyche and consequences of poverty in order to eradicate it. All will suffer ad nauseam directly and indirectly via acts of force majeure seeking their daily bread in order to survive unscrupulously. All must evolve together spiritually by compassionate means even if the scales are upside down for the moment.

The countless wars and the growing number of despots globally as tyranny is the cultivation of Hell on Earth at the fringes before the unholy pit of the damned. Choose wisely for your own heart be true even if the strain is great temporarily to circumvent a greater tragedy from occurring. Have Mercy by being magnanimous to express the kindness of God for all to recognize silently without bombastic gloating. Yours is the hour at hand to act or be acted upon by the Impersonal godly fates of the afterlife. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

#ivan pozo-illas #jewels of truth #atrayo's oracle #spiritual wisdom #automatic writing #angels #god #spiritual teacher #spirit guide #metaphysics #channeler #Decision Making #Majesty of Being #The True Sons and Daughters of God #Spirituality #psychic

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80-ish jesus 'verse disciple headcanons pt. 1 (peter, john, magdalene)

[ bc i gotta put those somewhere. i still dont know if this is set in the actual 80s in a normal timeline or if the whole universe is completely made up. i'll figure it out. shit's hard when jesus' existence as some normal living dude implies a definitive aspect of today's society doesn't exist at all yet ]

PETER

jesus’ right hand man yadda yadda

the most repressed man you will ever meet

very loyal, but quite close minded. until he meets jesus, at least, that’s peter’s whole thing

he really does believe the things jesus stands for but it's hard to change the mindset he was raised on in a day

he learns to accept people who are different than him. he learns to accept himself while we’re at it. ANYWAYS

peter gets married in his early twenties. not entirely because of religion or tradition or whatever, he really did love his wife and because they were in their twenties and they were stupid they found it to be the next logical step in their relationship

he’s poly

he doesn’t realize this until after he’s married and represses it forever despite literally being surrounded by queer people (assume everyone is queer unless i explicitly say they're not)

he sorts it out eventually. illa knows

that's his wife. she's a chemist and an environmental activist, they do love each other very much but they get divorced in the end because she gets offered a job in a project in norway that i would elaborate on if i knew jack about science, and decides she wants to live in different countries and travel the world

moral of the story don't get married when you're twenty and don't know what you want to do with your life yet

has some sort of personal feud with magdalene ???

she thinks it’s cause he hates women

it sort of is. he feels threatened by her. but also he wouldn’t care this much if it wasn’t personal

(really he's just very attracted to her. he doesn't like her, he doesn't exactly love her but they do feel closer to each other than all the other disciples but he's not in love with her. it's the same for her. but she's aro. they have a weird thing going on don't ask me, it's definitely a little intensified just because they never acknowledge or discuss it but whatever)

i know i’m making this guy seem like a major asshole and that’s because he is. but also they all are. he’s working on it !

andrew’s older brother and also the exact opposite of andrew

deep down he kind of envies him

peter works his family's business, at least until he cuts his parents off. don't ask me what the business is it doesn't matter

sells fishing equipment or something

can cook with some assistance. not kitchen banned.

JOHN

grew up with very open-minded parents, but was still very sheltered.

he's a youngest child, so he was a little fussed over. his mother was very protective of him which led to him moving out of the family home and having to call his brother to ask how you make a doctor appointment

then having said brother james make the appointment for him because he was shy

idea guy. very creative very innovative. not always successful but at least his brain somewhat works?

the youngest of the group. 24 when big james was 28, jesus was 30, peter and magdalene were 32. i'll come up with a comprehensive age chart soon

majored in journalism when he joined the group, met matthew in class and roped him in

decided to change his major to creative writing

uses a typewriter to write. i haven't decided exactly what the fuck is going on with this verse, i'm leaning towards setting it in the 80s where everyone uses typewriters anyways but it's important that you know john would use a typewriter even if he had access to a laptop.

(with recycled paper of course)

likes to doodle on the margins when he's editing his shit. he's very right brained.

judas' narrative foil, therefore they hate each other

they don't full on scream death threats at each other at meetings like peter and magdalene but the passive aggression is there

LMAO ALL I TALK ABOUT IS THIS GROUP FUCKING HATING EACH OTHER i swear deep down they love each other uhhhh

matthew, he likes matthew. they're writing buddies

and peter and simon z and little james. and mary beth. john's cool with magdalene too

and philip and thad. everyone likes philip and thad they have 0 enemies

and everyone likes jesus. except judas who doesn't but it's okay cause he's in love with him.

some of them they like each other i promise. anyways, sorry, john.

cannot cook, but not kitchen banned

MAGDALENE

mary magdalene. obviously.

we have around three hundred marys so she goes by magdalene. though i find it more fitting anyways.

magdalene didn't know her father, her mother was lovely but she died of cancer when she was 10. susanna is the daughter of her godmother who lost custody of her when susanna was 15 because she had a drug addiction

so like. starting out with some lovely stuff

magdalene was in foster care until she was 16. then susanna turned 18 and she lived with her, finished school and started working any random job that helped them make rent

susanna is the only person magdalene can always rely on. and vice versa. she's a barber.

which i thought of before i realized susanna is also the name of the wife of figaro barber of seville. but isn't that hilarious.

anyways it's been rough for these two but it gets better i promise. they make it.

magdalene's working like three jobs trying to make enough to go to university, she wants to be a social worker. preferably work with inmates.

she's aropansexual

weird thing with peter is not of romantic nature. maybe queerplatonic except they're not friends. queeraggressive if anything.

it's just a thing. it's a sixth sense only aromantic people can comprehend. don't question it.

despite everything magdalene is an optimistic person. she's got a grasp on reality, but she's not scared of having her own dreams and ambitions, she's not going to let her past stop her from moving forward

she's had one serious girlfriend before she realized she didn't want to be in a romantic relationship at all and it was fucking crazy

she was very insecure already and magdalene kept enabling it by constantly ignoring her and seeming disinterested (which she was cause she was aro) which made the girl feel like she was only using her for sex and then she started getting paranoid and accusing her of cheating on her and it rlly escalated. crazy shit.

the girl was like. slightly more reasonable than magdalene is and one day just decided that aight im out of here and left. and then magdalene had a breakdown and tried to convince her not to leave because she needed to prove to herself that she was capable of love

yeah my girl is not okay. did you expect her to be well in her brain cause she's not

so yeah crazy shit. she works through it.

cannot cook. kitchen banned.

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