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hinnyfied · 2 years

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Harry and Ginny Decide to Buy a House

It had been just shy of two blissful years since Ginny had moved into Harry’s flat in central London. Harry would have been happy to have her move in the day she came home from Hogwarts, but it had been important to Ginny after signing with the Holyhead Harpies to have her own place first. By the time her year-long lease was up however, she was spending most of her time at Harry’s anyway. There hadn’t been much of a conversation about it really, she just hadn’t renewed the lease and when she asked Harry to help move her things over, he agreed without hesitation.

Harry and his girlfriend were curled up together on the couch reading, but Harry, who was deep in thought, wasn’t retaining a single word as his eyes glided meaninglessly back and forth across the page.

“I think I’m going to sell Grimmauld Place.”

Ginny looked up from her book with what most people would interpret as a neutral expression, but knowing her as well as he did, Harry could see the mixture of surprise and concern that lurked underneath. “Yeah? Why is that?” she asked as she set her book aside.

“I guess for the same reasons I never lived there after I left the Burrow. I know it’s Sirius’s house, but he absolutely hated it. I haven’t been there in ages and when I do go, all I think about is how miserable he was there or how terrified we were hiding out during the war. Kreacher spends all his time between Andromeda’s and Hogwarts these days anyway and it’s not normal to keep a house you don’t live in. I just…” he paused as the image of Sirius joyfully singing Christmas carols danced across his mind uninvited. “I just think it’s time to let it go.”

Ginny considered him for a moment. “Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t expect you’d keep it forever. It just seems a bit out of the blue. Is there something in particular that brought this up?” she asked.

“Remember after your last match? In that small village just outside Leeds?”

“Of course yeah. We pointed out the houses we liked and judged people’s gardens like nosey aunts.”

“Well, I was thinking we could start doing that more seriously.”

“Behaving like a pair of judgmental old bats?”

“Looking for a house,” he said with a smile. “It’d be nice to have a proper room for Teddy when he stays over now that he’s getting older and a separate office space so I don’t have to leave case files all over the kitchen table, not to mention a place for the cat to go out other than a balcony.”

Ginny looked to the tabby cat currently sunning itself on the windowsill. “It would be fun to see what Cheddar thinks of garden gnomes.”

“Those poor gnomes,” Harry chuckled. “In all seriousness, I’ve liked living in the city, but I think I’m ready for somewhere a little quieter where we can settle in for a while. What do you think?”

She smiled softly at him, and he wondered if she too was picturing Teddy flying around a big yard on his toy broomstick, little kids with black and ginger hair blowing out birthday candles in a dining room filled to the brim with cousins, a greying couple enjoying their evening tea in a cozy living room, surrounded by family photos and a lifetime of happy memories.

Ginny reached up and stroked her fingers through Harry’s hair and said, “I suppose it feels like a natural time to sell Grimmauld Place then. If we move into a house?” He nodded.

“Let’s do it. The flat has been great, but I loved growing up in the countryside and honestly, that’s the type of place I’ve always pictured us living someday.”

As sincere as she had been, Harry couldn’t help himself. “Always? How long exactly is always? Did you envision us somewhere like the Burrow when you wrote me that lovely Valentine’s Day poem in ‘93? Because personally I-”

He was cut off by a pillow to the face, immediately followed by a passionate kiss.

#post war hinny #hinny headcanon #hinnyfanfic #harry and ginny #harry potter #ginny weasley #hp fanfic #harry x ginny #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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igotswag77 · 3 years

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Courtly Love In Thrawnbine - My Review

This Tumblr inspired me to try again on the concept of COURTLY LOVE -- thanks for the nice art.

This is long... No tl;dr. I have been writing my THRAWNBINE fanfiction since 2014-2015. The initial transcripts were lost because my computer and the external hard drive crashed. Therefore, the research, development, key ideas, metas, etc. are gone. I have to start from scratch, hope some of them are in the cloud, and rely on my memory, which is another discussion. This piece here is not about the validity of the THRAWNBINE ship. It is a discussion of story elements I wanted to include as I write this fanfiction. It is not about me forcing any fan to accept my proposal. As a Star Wars fan, I like creativity and this piece is an example of what I think about when I develop my creative writing for fanfiction. It is what I want to do with my life right now because I can do it now.

However, a while back in one of the SWAG77 blogs here, my group discusses the idea of COURTLY LOVE: As I understand it as a beginner creative writer, it is how the COURT of the kings, queens, princes, princess, (on down) and knights in the Middle Ages and Medieval times expressed their love to each other. (x)

From my interpretation on my reading, not just Wikipedia but others, when noble single men, who were knights, often fought "religious wars" returned home to the court and would appeal to royalty to marry a certain young woman. They planned to "woo" these women with sayings, phrases, poems, etc. as an expression of their commitment and love. The issue is, most young women at a certain age (late teens, early 20s in the 13th -15th centuries) were considered "old maids" (spinsters) and they were made to marry whoever their families could get who were often older men 10+ their senior. Once married couples could not divorce, because of Church, and if caught cheating on their husband, women could be thrown away or killed. Many marriages turned loveless. When the knights returned home, they discovered the love of their lives was married, and therefore, they could not marry her because it was against the Church. Of course, back then, there were not a lot of sexual infidelities, because women could be killed for that, and any resulting child was forced into servitude, enslaved, or killed.

What couples did that time to express their love, devoid of sex to relieve that tension, the nobles created "courtly love" where the knight would serve his lady in any command and he would in turn be chivalrous along with his poems and sayings of love.

"The Lady and the Unicorn" (x), (x) tapestry art from finished in 1500 in France, is an allegory for "courtly love" by its subjects in the art, and symbols. The art comprises six tapestries that depict individual senses in each of them:

In the sixth tapestry, the words display, "À mon seul dési," while obscure in meaning it says roughly:

"To my only sole desire" "According to my desire alone" "By my will alone" "Love desires only beauty of soul" "To calm passion"

In my literature review to build the THRAWNBINE ship, I weaved the idea of "courtly love" as a plot element, in case my story hypotheses were inaccurate. That no matter what, Grand Admiral Thrawn knew he would have to serve under Countess Sabine Wren due to her royal status. By the time Thrawn meets Sabine face to face, she might be royalty with the rank of a countess, or she might be a rank higher than one because she has a direct right to Darksaber, as explained.

Sabine Wren might be a Marquise because she has an exemplary war record. I believe that Sabine Wren is the rightful heir to the Darksaber over Din Djarin because when Djarin defeated Moff Gideon, the Moff is NOT Mandalorian. All Djarin did is confiscate the Darksaber FROM Moff Gideon to give to the rightful heir. Lady Bo-Katan Kryze is not the rightful heir. She was given the Darksaber because Sabine believed in her. But the Darksaber is magical, like the Excalibur sword, and this saber did not choose Bo-Katan, and Bo-Katan never won it by ritual combat. The last Mandalorian who fought against another Mandalorian in ritual combat was Sabine Wren. Why Sabine gave it to Bo-Katan? Maybe the Sabine Wren character is like Nimue, the Lady of the Lake who gives worthy people the Excalibur, and in this case, it would be Sabine. But the Darksaber is ENTRUSTED to one that is worthy to wield it and NEVER lose it to scurrilous powers or persons. If Filoni et al. is using parts of the Arthurian Tales to explain why Sabine gave the Darksaber to Bo-Katan, then it was Bo-Katan's job not to lose the Darksaber. But she did and somehow, Moff Gideon "acquired" it -- he is definitely unworthy of it.

Maul, while he fought in ritual combat to obtain the Darksaber and killed for it, CHEATED during the fight with Pre Vizsla. Ritual Combat is a test of pure fighting skill, will, and strength. In the book, "Darth Maul: The Shadow Conspiracy", Maul has the fighting skill, a will, and the strength to fight Pre Vizsla, but there is the Force, and Maul used it to defeat Vizsla with his Force abilities in precognition. Maul knew all the moves that Vizsla would take before he made them. In my opinion, that is cheating.

While the Darksaber will work in a non-Mandalorian's hands who can wield a saber, the crystal used for plasma that Tarre Vizsla built, is responsive to the worthiness, nobleness, and chivalry of the wielder. Most stories written about enchanted swords say they do not work optimally in the wrong hands. Did it fail Maul, probably not, because Maul was so Dark Sided that he could "bleed" a lightsaber crystal for his uses. But I can imagine that a Mandalorian who uses weapons for his religion, like Tarre Vizsla who has the Force, would build his lightsaber in a way that his crystal, while it can be bled by a Dark Side user, still holds its resilience hoping for a worthy, noble and chivalrous Mandalorian to bring together the people and raise an army.

Another caveat to this story I think is Sabine Wren wielded the Darksaber while she was possessed by the Nightsisters trying to relive as Maul wanted. She almost kills Ezra Bridger, but Bridger was strong enough to pull the ghosts out of Sabine (and Kanan) in the Star Wars Rebels Episode 11, "Vision and Voices". Anyone who understands possession by spirits knows that not ALL of the spirits leave the body. Moreover, one possessed by spirits is not always evil. It is an ancient practice by those who are a part of the Vodoun culture in Western Africa, the Caribbean, Louisiana, and Gullah -- my culture (which I have some practice in it). Part of Sabine's ability to wield the Darksaber and other lightsabers come from the memories of the spirits that entered her body on Dathomir and the touch of the Daughter, which I have repeatedly written about on the Sabine Wren site (x), (x), (x).

The point is since the spirits entered Sabine Wren and not all of them left her in that SWR episode, and she picked up the Darksaber once clear of the complete possession, the Darksaber, especially the power of the crystal and the "spirit of Tarre Vizsla" encased in it, wanted Sabine to become the Mandalorian to rally all other Mandalorians together as one.

In SWR Trials of the Darksaber episodes, after Sabine defeats the Imperial Mandalorian, Gar Saxon, only to be killed by Sabine's mother, Ursa Wren, it shows that the Darksaber is rightfully hers. Why Sabine gave it away? The writers of SWR do not add scenes or dialogue meaninglessly, every piece of scenery with lighting, etc. and dialogue is added into each episode carefully to tell the story that these creatives want you to see. Sabine felt she did not have enough political skill to command Mandalorians, or better yet, military leadership to command Mandalorian -- for "you don’t tell Mandalorians what to do. You suggest it and they either heed your advice or not. (forgotten reference)"

Thrawn had to have learned that Gar Saxon died well before Season 4 Episode, "Heroes of Mandalore" part 2. Also, Thrawn knew a lot about Mandalorian culture through its history, philosophy, and art. What he did not count on is that he would find an artist -- Sabine Wren. I don't know when Thrawn discovered Sabine was an artist that painted the graffiti on the retaining wall. Through his studies, he deduced it was her by the armor she wears, the changes in her armor, and how important the armor is to the Mandalorian culture. This is why he was able to figure out that Sabine built the weapon. Her method of creating art reflects on how she builds weapons whether she knows this fact or not. But then, the Darksaber, which he has not seen, and would not really know its lore because it seems that story that Fenn Rau told Kanan is an "oral tradition" than a written one, and the fact that it was "liberated" from the Jedi seems like an embellished story -- liberated? More like "stolen" maybe? Thrawn had not heard that story. But Sabine knows it. I am not sure if Thrawn knew that Sabine is the rightful owner of the Darksaber. But during the battle sequences, he must have gotten glimpses of it and piecemealed what exactly it is as his job as a strategist to know what he is going up against. However, the Duchess Arc Reactor was not reconstructed to blast through Mandalorian Armor as the new leader of Mandalore, Tiber Saxon desired. It was a test and a chance for Thrawn to see the strength of the fight of Mandalorians (who fight each other all the time), and a chance to meet Sabine Wren in person. He had not met her. He met everyone except, her.

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I think that Sabine Wren would be a higher royalty if Filoni et al. were to write that Sabine is a rightful heir with a title. Therefore, she would be a Marquise who protects the frontier. In this fanfic, Thrawn would have to marry Sabine to obtain the title of Marquis to protect the border of the galaxy from the Yuuzhan Vong (lite = Grysks), and his military background fits in this fanfic story. Therefore, he will do whatever it takes to keep Sabine alive, protected under the symbol of the Darksaber and her people with his military (army). He would have to show "Courtly Love" with the addition of sex, to serve as her advisor, confidante, and supreme commander of her militaries. While he could keep his titles, they are not royal, but political, such as "Ranking Distant" or "Syndic" or "Patriarch" -- but that's the Chiss Ascendancy and he has been exiled from it (on paper: meaning officially he is exiled, unofficially he is in a black operation for an intelligence-gathering mission.)

As a separate story, he knows he really can't return under his current position back into the Chiss Ascendancy. But he can annihilate threats in the Unknown Regions using Galatic Empire resources -- of course, the Emperor nor Darth Vader like that idea. When the Deus Ex Machina scene occurred, wherever the space whales took Thrawn and Ezra, the end result should be, IMO, someone in the Chiss Ascendancy rescues them. And it can't be just two people, it has to be a group of them, mostly Imperials. And they take them to a planet, apparently under snow and ice in the Dave Filoni art.

Before I knew anything about SWR in my first fanfic, Thrawn met Sabine at an art auction.

After the Ezra Bridger Deus Ex Machina with space whales, it seems based on Dave Filoni's art of Sabine Wren and Ahsoka Tano, Thrawn officially meets Sabine. For many headcanons, metas, and short drabbles I can't get into atm, they kick off their relationship, and for Sabine, it is unexpected. And while Thrawn might strategically want Sabine to stay (to seal the deal), they have to have legacies. With legacies, Sabine would not want to leave unless she had to.

In this fanfic, any acts like these are about consent. I strive to write consent in my stories.

The conflict in this story becomes how the HAYLE did Sabine agree to all of this? She IS strong-willed like most Mandalorian women are. For Sabine to consent to this life path is:

Sabine DESIRES it; she WANTS to do a pair bond. She figures out that she is getting old and her biological clock is ticking, and perhaps she is tired of constant war and needs a break. But whoops, she did not think that her desire would overtake her and create many legacies. That does happen in real life. Therefore settles that now, this is her life. (This fanfic is the easiest one to write, but slightly dull).

From the LADY AND THE UNICORN held in Paris. Each tapestry depicts the physical senses: (1) Sight, (2) Hearing, (3) Taste, (4) Smell, (5) Touch, (6) Desire. There are allegories and symbols for each tapestry and element. The major symbols are a Lady, a young woman virgin, with a Unicorn, loyal to only her.

There is more information from this youtube: https://youtu.be/5hCWZNm3qpc. My issue about this video, while most of the information seems accurate, the poets are interpreting the tapestries with their modern experiences. In my opinion, it is difficult to understand these tapestries without historical context. To think the woman is in pain is a modern interpretation. Back then, people LIVED in real physical pain because there were no "doctors' like we have now; it is very judgy to make that assertion. Thus, the comments in the video are opinions, and the producers did not announce that opinions were going to be shared. It's kind of like the point of the tapestries was missed without the historical basis.

History for the THRAWNBINE ship is an important part of the fanfic. I am not a great writer, but I work hard to write it. I have reviewed the literature, not think up this ship out of my ass as some fans would assume. I have put a lot of work into it. Also, I am well-read on many Star Wars Legends books and the new Thrawn canon books. Therefore, it is not like I do not know much about Star Wars when I do. I have REAMS of information that I like to share with fans who ask me about it. A few fans do. Moreover, I am not so vain to think that my ideas are the ONLY point of view available. I like trying to write fanfics as close to the Star Wars canon because it is fun, and that is my thing. But there are other ideas out there. It would be wrong to say my way or the highway. Also, I am not young, and those who are asinine toward me, well, I know you're younger than me because I'm old, and I want to do this with my life, I like to do it, and I'm having fun. Some young people do not GET that idea until they fall flat HARD on their face with a lost future. But don't give up your bright-eyed and bushy-tailed aspirations -- you never know where life will take you, and you might be the one. Congrats. Believe me, life can get shitty when you're out there in the real world, like me. And when you can grab your chance at something you find fun, I say do it. Money isn't everything -- but it keeps the kids in touch. I bring up these issues because some young people take huge umbrage against the THRAWNBINE ship due to the perceived huge age difference. Okay, I can see why some young people are freaked out by that. Because someone taught them to be freaked out by the age difference. Moreover, I come from GenX, and most of us, aren't freaked out by that at all. Some of us are in that situation now. So it's no big deal to us. And any generation before ours -- THAT WAS THE WAY... I would not BE if not for huge age differences between my grandparents, great-grands, and great-great grands. Of course, for my greats- yeah, there wasn't much consent. But for my grandparents, at that time and age, there actually was consent. My grandmother was 18 years old when she married my grandfather at 26 years old. By 21, she had 3 babies. One is my father. So, I grew up not caring about age differences in relationships. But for some Millenials (not all) and GenZ (not all) and afterward (not all) -- IDK?

I guess the equivalence for some of the younger generation to understand why I am doing an age-difference story is that the younger generation demands older generation acceptance of relationships that were not allowed to exist in public because one could be killed. It was not until 1967 that people of different races could marry legally in all states. Shid, one couldn't divorce over irreconcilable differences (at will) until the 1970s. Women could not have their own bank accounts until the late 1970s, and LGBTQIA+ RECENTLY were allowed to marry legally in all states, although assholes are stopping them. Then... some of the younger generations are from IVF-assisted pregnancy situations. Some are surrogates. SHID.......... That was not allowed until the 1980s... Both 1970s and 1980s were when I grew up, when I hear younger generations wracking my brain over CONSENSUAL LEGAL age-difference, I think folks don't know the history and therefore are doomed to repeat it. It is NOT a suggestion to return back to that time where women had no choice. My fanfic is about a man falling in love from afar with a woman who actually has no clue, and he knows he is a lot older than her. Somehow, he has to tell her, and he is afraid because of rejection. Look, some Star Wars fans come from parents who have an age difference between 10+ years. If they grew up fine, and their parents are okay with their relationship, who would we judge? I am not talking about a child with a much older adult; that's not legal. I am not talking about nonconsensual (the age of consent in some states is 16-17 years old). I'm not talking about child marriage. My fanfic is about two adults making a choice to be together in an adult relationship. To say someone older can take advantage of someone younger due to experiences, well, that is a false analogy, and the opposite can be true, too. It isn't the age difference that causes bad relationships. It is the power and control, and all generations have individuals who use power and control manipulation to force and abuse another person.

Matthew Perry on that super expensive dating site was matched up with a young woman profile and wanted someone to talk to and have fun with. Not do unsavory things as the woman painted that picture. She lied about it too.

Matthew Gaetz is an asshole, and he deserves everything that the law can throw at him. I actually do not think he knew better. And as far as the young women, including the underage young lady, he manipulated them because he leveraged his power and control. This isn't because of age differences; it's about power and control by manipulation. "Oh, wow, I'm a big shot congressman; worship me." Bith, puh-leeze. You ain't shit. Look, fans teased me when I first discussed "Courtly Love," and I abandoned the idea because I could not justify it. Which is my choice; I made that choice, I chose to do it. But, some in the younger generation and nascent Star Wars fans must understand that you have no right to say who can fall in love with whom just because there a legal and consensual age difference. It is not fair. You cannot ask the older generations to accept your relationships and choose to have them if you can't accept, assuming that they are legal with consent. Because a long time ago, they were not... And when you have a longtime Star Wars fan who is older that is okay with your desires for legal and consensual relationships, killing us is not going to get these hateful toxic fans off your backs. You need longtime fans to be in your corner fighting for your cause because a lot of us have seriously fought for real shit, too. Not just protesting, but having rocks and police beatdowns and water canons, too. Blame by authorities for throwing in prison all the time. Shid...you should have seen us Spelman women rip a new asshole to fight Apartheid in South Africa against Amnesty International. We fought hard for that.

But you need to be cool with our stuff too. Just ask me. I'll tell you.

#thrawn #sabine wren #courty love #lady and the unicorn #fine art #tapestries #thrawnbine #thrawn x sabine #sabine x thrawn #star wars #swag77 #age difference #generation gaps

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choquejuergas · 3 years

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sally rooney, conversations with friends

“i had no plans as to my future financial sustainability: i never wanted to earn money for doing anything. i’d had various minimum-wage jobs in previous summers —sending emails, making cold calls, things like that — and i expected to have more of them after i graduated. though i knew that i would eventually have to enter full-time employment, i certainly never fantasised about a radiant future where i was paid to perform an economic role. sometimes this felt like a failure to take an interest in my own life, which depressed me. on the other hand, i felt that my disinterest in wealth was ideologically healthy. i’d checked what the average yearly income would be if the gross wold product were divided evenly among everyone, and according to wikipedia it would be $16,000. i saw no reason, political or financial, ever to male more money than that”

“i could perform each poem for a period of about six months after i’d written it, after which point i couldn’t stand to look at it, never mind read it aloud in public. i didn’t know what caused this process, but i was glad the poems were only ever performed and never published. they floated away ethereally to the sound of applause. real writers, and also painters, had to keep on looking at the ugly things they had done for good. i hated that everything i did was so ugly, but also that i lacked the courage to confront how ugly it was”

“i made myself take an hour before responding. i watched some cartoons on the internet and made a cup of coffee. then i read his email again several times. i was relieved he had put the whole thing in lower case like he always did. it would have been dramatic to introduce capitalisation at such a moment of tension”

“we always took the cheapest flights, early in the morning or late at night, and as a consequence we usually spent the first day of the trip feeling irritable and trying to find free wifi”

“the bus took us through verdant countryside, which a white mist had settled over, shot through with sunlight. on the bus radio, voices chatted lightly in french, laughing sometimes, and then there was music. we passed farmland on either side, vineyards with hand-painted signs and immaculate drive-through bakeries advertised in neat sans-serif lettering. very few cars were on the roads, it was early”

“i was lying on my front, so i couldn’t see the children’s faces, but occasionally in my peripheral vision i caught a blur of primary colour, a spade or bucket, or a flash of ankle”

“a searing anxiety developed inside me at this thought, in the same form it always took no matter what external stimulus triggered it: first the realisation that i would die, then that everyone else would die, and then that the universe itself would eventually experience heat death, a kind of thought sequence that expanded outward endlessly in forms too huge to be contained inside my body. i trembled, my hands were clammy, and i felt sure i would be sick again. i punched my leg meaninglessly as if that would prevent the death of the universe”

“i believed in small jobs, like raising children, picking fruit, cleaning. they were the jobs i considered the most valuable, the jobs that struck me as deserving the most respect of all"

“gradually the waiting began to feel less lie waiting and more like this was simply what life was: the distracting tasks undertaken while the thing you are waiting for continues not to happen. i applied for jobs and turned up for seminars. things went on”

“the church smelled of stale incense and dry air. columns of stained glass rose up behind the altar like long piano-playing fingers and the ceiling was the white and mint-green colour of confectionery”

“instead of thinking gigantic thoughts, i tried to focus on something small, the smallest thing i could think of. someone once made this pew i’m sitting on, i thought. someone sanded the wood and varnished it. someone carried it into the church. someone laid the tiles on the floor, someone fitted the windows. each brick was placed by human hands, each hinge fitted on each door, every road surface outside, every bulb in every streetlight. and even things built by machines were really built by human beings, who built the machines initially. and human beings themselves, made by other humans, struggling to create happy children and families. me, all the clothing i wear, all the language i know. who put me here in this church, thinking these thoughts? other people, some i know very well and others i have never met. am i myself, or am i them? is this me, frances? no, it is not me. it is the others. do i sometimes hurt and harm myself, do i abuse the unearned cultural privilege of whiteness, do i take the labour of others for granted, have i sometimes exploited a reductive iteration of gender theory to avoid serious moral engagement, do i have a troubled relationship with my body, yes. do i want to be free of pain and therefore demand that others also live free of pain, the pain which is mine and therefore also theirs, yes, yes. when i opened my eyes i felt that i had understood something, and the cells of my body seemed to light up like millions of glowing points of contact, and i was aware of something profound. then i stood up from my seat and collapsed”

“i got up from the table, put the kettle on, and emptied two spoonfuls of coffee into the french press. i took some painkillers, i drank the coffee, i watched a murder mystery on netflix. a certain peace had come to me and i wondered if it was god’s doing after all. not that god existed in any material way but as a shared cultural practice so widespread that it came to seem materially real, like language or gender”

“it was dark then, and everything was gathered around points of light: shop windows, faces flushed with cold, a row of taxis idling along the kerb. i heard a shake of reins and the sound of hooves across the street. entering the park through aside gate the noise of traffic seemed to turn itself down, like it caught in the bare branches and dissolved in air. my breath laid a white path in front of me”

#sally rooney #conversations with friends #literature

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warriorcripple · 4 years

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The Crippled Post Zine Submission

Hello Everyone! As many of you know, it is currently Disabled Pride/Awareness Month! And I wanted to try something new for this year, and I am trying to make a disabled leftist zine. We’re currently looking for 11 pieces of political theory, 4 short stories, 4 poems, and 5 pieces of art. It will be free for everyone when it drops (hopefully around Christmas/new year time), but that also means I can’t pay for writers and artists at the moment because I have no capital backing me. I will include the submission form and the founding principles for the Crippled Post below, which will be published as the front page of the first issue.

Submission Form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeN5vUhuGekyVoUjFeC4rth9tPrlbJKxBdICMSoUzUd_bOCLg/viewform?usp=sf_link

1. The Crippled Post is by, and for, all disabled leftists. We do not believe in meaninglessly attacking other leftists just because their dogma is slightly different from ours. We need to have a united front against the enemies we face, and we cannot insentiently attach each other about which flavor of leftism is the best when we haven’t even crossed the halfway point. We are ultimately on the same side, and we need to treat the people who disagree with us like you’d treat your friend. None of us here are here to hurt one and another. We are all here to uplift each other.

2. The Crippled Post is for solidarity between all disabled people, both physically and mentally. We are here for each other, we are here to talk and discuss with open minds between each other. This publication does not see mentally disabled people as lesser to the disabled narrative, nor does it see physically disabled as lesser to the disabled narrative. Our struggles are ultimately the same, and we must be working together for a better future then needlessly gatekeep.

3. The Crippled Post seeks to lift voices outside of the norm. Disabled people come in many different colors, genders, sexuality, and levels of abilities and to stick to the cishet white disabled narrative is detrimental to our publication. We cannot stand for disabled people while excluding our siblings out from the narrative completely. Our publication has to uplift the voices who are most notably fucked over by the white cishet abled political majority. We cannot stand up to white supremacy while also not supporting black, indigenous, disabled people of color’s voices.

4. The Crippled Post is anti-bigotry in all of it’s forms. We do not support terfs, swerfs, white nationalists, exclusionists, nor conservative politics. We cannot stand for all disabled people also letting transphobic disabled people to use our zine as a soap box to air their shitty ideology. We stand in solidarity with our trans siblings, our BIPOC siblings, and our sex worker siblings.

5. The Crippled Post does not pander to the abled or to the neurotypical. We are here for raw, brutal stories and opinion articles about the oppression we face daily. We are not here to sugar coat our language for general consumption. We are to talk candidly about what we need out of movement, theory, and community. We unanimously reject, and denounce, respectability politics in all of it’s forms.

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capsandclauses · 3 years

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REVIEW: The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune

CAWPILE: 10

Rating: 5 Stars.

To quote the protagonist from this novel:

Oh. Dear.

Any book I have previously rated as a 5 star read needs to automatically be demoted to 2 stars because this one blew every one of them out of the water!

I cannot describe how much I loved this book!

This is the first (and probably only) book to every get a 10/10 on my CAWPILE system because I just loved it SO much.

The House in the Cerulean Sea has been described as “feeling like a warm hug” and it really does. As a character driven reader, this book corrupted every bit of my being with its amazing characters, storylines and general wholesomeness. I laughed at the satirical “extremely upper management” that is the overlord of this book, relished at the whimsical narrative style that reminded me of the stories I read as a kid but most of all, I fell in the love with the people it contained.

The narrator, Linus Baker is the orphanage inspector that felt like a wholesome, average, do-good character, but with what I would imagine the narrative voice of Sheldon Cooper to be. He generally tries to do his best but has a bit of a stick-up-his-ass and is unaware of his own unwanted prejudice. Despite this, I fell in love with his “oh, dears” and genuine love for these children he just met.

The only comparison I can make to the orphanage master, Arthur, is the man with the yellow hat from Curious George, and only really in his fashion choices.

He is quirky, loveable, soft-spoken and extremely intelligent. But I wont speak too much about Arthur because it is the children that steal the show.

Talia is the gnome who is fiercely protective of her found family, threatening many times over the course of the story to hit people over the head with her shovel to protect her own.

Wyvern is a literal bird with human intelligence who loves to collect buttons and hide them in his hoard under the couch.

Phee is the mischievous forest sprite who cultivates the forest and works under the tutelage of Zoe, the motherlike caretaker of the island to cultivate her powers.

Sal is the giant but sensitive teenage boy who turns into a tiny Pomeranian whenever he is shy or scared (which is a lot), who also loves to write and produces some wicked poems.

Chauncey is the creature who can only be described as an eight-year-old green blob from Hotel Transylvania [Insert picture] who is incredibly wholesome and desperately wants to become a bell-hop.

And then there is Lucy, the hilarious six-year-old antichrist who loves to meaninglessly threaten people in order to scare them to death and listen to music from the day that music died.

This book is hilarious, wholesome (yes I know I’ve used that word a lot but its true!) and an absolute delight, but it also ventures deep into our unintentional prejudices in a way that is eerily metaphorical of the world today.

Quotes like:

“Just because you don’t experience prejudice in your everyday doesn’t stop it from existing for the rest of us.”

And

“Hate is loud, but I think you'll learn it's because it's only a few people shouting, desperate to be heard. You might not ever be able to change their minds, but so long as your remember you're not alone, you will overcome.”

Bring a refreshing undercurrent to a book that is overwise a character study in cuteness. But most of all, this book is about family and the bonds that tie us. None of these characters are related and they all have very tragic backstories but together, they have created a happy sanctuary that I can only begin to imagine.

“A home isn’t always the house we live in. It’s also the people we choose to surround ourselves with. You may not live on the island, but you can’t tell me it’s not your home. Your bubble, Mr. Baker. It’s been popped. Why would you allow it to grow around you again?”

Read this book, I dare you.

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ask-ancient-china · 5 years

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Do you have any favorite poems?

//hhhh I don’t know how to draw this, so imma just answer this OOC. I think one of the poems that would really fit with China’s vibe would be 凉州词 (Liangzhou Verse) by Wang Han from the Tang Dynasty. It goes like this:

葡萄美酒夜光杯

欲饮琵琶马上催

醉卧沙场君莫笑

古来征战几人回

Rough Translation:

Fine grape wine in a glass under moonlight;

I was going to drink it, but the pipa player is ordering us to mount our horses and march onwards.

If you see me drunk and past out on the battlefield, please don’t laugh, my good sir;

From ancient times to now, how many men have returned from conquest and war?

Now, I know my translation isn’t the best but trust me it sounds so goddamn beautiful in Chinese like I shit Y'all not.

What (I think) this poem means:

Honestly, a lot of what this poem is trying to express is just an overwhelming apathy one would feel towards battle and war.

The speaker in this poem is trying to enjoy the little beautiful things in his life—the wine and the moonlight—even though he’s in the middle of a war-torn area where there are little comfort and beauty to speak of. But even then he couldn’t enjoy anything because of this stupid war that he has to fight for the glory of his country.

But to the speaker, dying in war is not as honorable as the emperors and generals glorified it to be—it’s just as meaningless and useless as being blackout drunk on the battlefield and slaughtered by the enemy.

Either way, you’re dying.

You can’t enjoy the beautiful things in life.

You’re dead.

So please don’t laugh at me if you see me pass out on the battlefield. I was going to die meaninglessly anyways like the thousands upon thousands of soldiers before me in history. But at the very least, I died enjoying what little pleasure I have in this cruel and brutal world.

This entire poem is just so careless in the face of inevitable doom. It hurts my heart just to analyze it, but goddamn it’s also brilliantly written, and I love it, so God help me ;w;

Why I think it’s fitting to Wang Yao

I’ve probably said this before on this blog, but I do see China as a tired old man. He’s prideful and ambitious, of course, but in the end, China’s lived for thousands of years and watching history repeats itself over and over again in endless wars and revolts. Dude’s getting real tired of this shit by the decades,

China, in a sense, has become apathetic towards pain and war.

Like the speaker of the poem, China simply doesn’t care about war or death anymore. He just wants to enjoy what little pleasure life has to offer before the dynastic cycle kicks in again. It’s sad and beautiful and fitting to the speaker’s mood as well.

...or it could be just me, being the angsty teen that I am, over-analyzing a poem and its connection to a fictional character 😂 , either way, it’s an excellent poem!

#ooc #poems #ask-ancient-China #aph china #ancient china #tang dynasty #idk if y'all like this type of ooc posts so let me know if u don't ;w;#i mean its definitely easier to make than comics

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loverawakeatnight · 5 years

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To live happily

Since civilization began, many people around the world have asked the question: “How do we live happily?”. Even once it has been achieved, we have wanted to know, how. The topic of happiness has been debated as much as God, life, love, and hate. This feeling is something we try to medicate people for, write about, question in the world, and experiment with. We have always struggled with exactly how to find this feeling of happiness. How do we live a happy life? How do we feel happy? To live happily, life must have or be given a meaning, and there must be an intent behind our actions, and thoughts.

From a young age, I have pondered this question, and watched the world experiment with it in front of me. When I began truly looking into the topic of life, and happiness, I found a quote by Jean Paul Sartre. He states, “Existence precedes essence”. Sartre is relating us growing into our own self, much like an acorn can grow into an acorn tree. The acorn’s essence then leads into the whole acorn tree’s existence, similarly to how a human’s essence helps to create a human’s existence, but, the acorn does not choose to become to acorn tree, that is where we are different. We choose our way of existence. Our essence is already there, and we create who we are. In other words, we create our existence. There is no predetermined path for us, we grow into our own selves, our own identities. According to an unknown author, “everyone has an essence and our lives tend towards the actualization of our essence, which dates back to Aristotle.” The author means that we have a choice in who we become, and who we grow into. When it comes to happiness, and life itself, there is no real way because it is unique to all of us. Once we can begin to understand that we create ourselves, we can understand that things can be create within our lives. Understanding the freedom, choice, and capability that one truly has is the first step to happiness.

Humans can consider that we have a choice in our lives, and then open doors to new possibilities. After acceptance that we control ourselves, we let go of predisposition, because,“It's not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters. “ (Epictetus) This is a quote from Stoicism, a branch of existentialism. This quote states that by only worrying about the choices that you control, you can put your energy towards happiness. We fall short of happiness often because we think we can control everything when we can’t. It is an unrealistic expectation to have. Stoicism says that you have a choice in life, not on what happens, but, on how you judge it. We can choose to live happily, and we can choose to look at the situation differently. This choice is where happiness can begin to come into our own hands.

I have questioned happiness for years mainly because, I used to look at the world from a nihilistic point of view. I had no love. I had no God. I had no appreciation. I believed we were here with no meaning, and we could not make any meaning. I believed that there simply was nothing. This belief system led me into a place with no direction, no reason to get out of bed, no reason to eat, and no reason to even feel. My unhappy and meaningless life became so unbearable that I seeked out new perspectives and came upon absurdism: there is no meaning, we make our meaning. My absurdist belief system is open to a life with meaning, but still a life with logic. I was able to both accept that we are here without purpose or meaning, but there freedom and belief to make our own meaning and purpose. Much like Jean Paul Sartre concluded, we make our own path. This is not predetermined. We make our own life and feelings. Once I understood the choice that I had been given, happiness seemed to be more obtainable for me.

When we take our choice within our lives into consideration, and then use this choice for meaning and carry an intent with us, whatever purpose we picture for ourselves, we can then fulfill it. By understanding the capability and choice that is possessed, your intent can be carried out, whatever it may be. When we do not acknowledge our choice to make life what we want, we fall short of the life we want, which is a life that makes us happy. A happy life with significance is not given to us, we have to make the happiness and choose to see significance. As humans we need something to hold onto and know that this existence isn’t all entirely pointless. We have to be able to accept that we are able to be one within our purpose-- that we are able to have whatever intent suits us best. We can try them all on, and decide if they fit. Whether it be setting an intention just to get through the day, or establishing a full meaning for one’s entire lifetime, once the ship has a direction, it will sail as far as you let it. We cannot wander through life’s waters with no destination. Naturally, one would feel very lost without having a set course.That is why we must set one.

Now, I am not saying that we have to have a drastically deep meaning in order to have a happy life, I am saying the opposite really. I am saying to stay aware of the choice we have throughout our lives, and to be mindful of where our choices are made, and what we are aiming them towards, big or small. This aim can be simple such as experiencing and taking it all in. Then it could go as far as wanting to have a family, traveling the world, achieving your goals, or in my personal case, wanting to make a change in the world. As long as there is something for you to dedicate your energy to throughout your day or life, you can reach happiness.

During my day when I am staying aware, I observe my intent and the things around me. I see my artwork and I am able to connect it to happiness. When we look at artwork, we may see beauty or pain. We may see a whole spectrum of things. When I see art, I see a reflection of one’s choice to create. Artwork is a prime example of both our choice of reaction, and our choice to make meaning. When I write a poem to make myself feel better on a sad day, it can be considered philosophical. When I am creating, I am understanding at that moment that I cannot change what is happening in my life, but that I can react to it how I choose, and add meaning to it. Life and art hold hands within the way they reach our thoughts. They both absorb the same concepts of our lives like a sponge and then can be squeezed and shaped. They are both mirror reflections of our souls. This connection leads me to their similarity in intent. Much like art, life can be given meaning. Life can be crafted. You can take the nothing, and turn it into everything. Life and art are based from the choice for a purpose or meaning. I admire art, and model myself after art, because art is choice, art is freedom. Happiness is freedom. Happiness, is creating our meaning, the choice to have this meaning and to possess happiness no matter what is happening around you; the combination of a Stoic and an Absurdist. To choose to make happiness. To create nothing into what you want.

All of these thoughts on life that I have are passionate and I share them as means of reflection. I had brought up my thoughts on happiness with my good friend Mary. She was pondering my theories and researching them herself. Mary asked me, “If it never ends (the act of creating purpose) then what is the point of searching for it? To fulfill our happiness in that moment but then it is gone. So, meaning is never truly satisfied. So is purpose necessary?” (Martinez) Well, Mary, that is just my point! If we did not have something to create or search for, what would life be besides surviving? We would be miserably bored, and then inevitably depressed because of the intense boredom. It is the pursuit that is life, it is the creating and learning what it is we want that will bring us the experience of happiness in our lives. Happiness is not meant to be easy, nor is existing. They are both something one has to make a mindful choice to participate in.

When I speak of there being no meaning, that isn’t to say it in a negative way. Yes, we are on a spinning ball in the middle of small galaxy. No, it doesn’t have to just be that way. We can make it more than that. We create our existence, our existence doesn't have to exist meaninglessly unless we let it. The fact that the meaning in our lives is blank like a canvas can further motivate us to let in our own personal meaning and to form our own intent. To be happy, one must make the choice to be happy, one must make the choice to pursue happiness and to carry the freedom of their existence in their hands. They do not need to follow a path, they do not need to be a particular way, or even act a certain way, they just need to have something to feel for and to work for. Happiness is craftsmanship, hard work, and dedication, and that is the freedom we are given, to pursue it or to not.

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[戀心] x [永遠に私の心の中に][遺体安置所の幽霊][美しい心]

[戀心] (love and care)

⦕⧖⦖

(Symbol of time and gravity, a reminder to be the grain of sand that refuses to fall.)

[永遠に私の心の中に]

[遺体安置所の幽霊]

[美しい心]

This could be about more than one person, I do not want anyone getting hurt over this. Many persons are ghosts trapped in the morgue.

We all have a worry and mine swirl about me in beautiful ghost triangulations in uniform swarm and storm. Murmuring me through and to and into da(ys|ze), and lo and and tho: I might say—I want more than to stay, (linger in life) and so I stay. (block the blows) And I arrange words for arrangements that I refuse to let arrange you or me or anyone. As I wish and work as much for me as I do for you thee and they—to be free. And for you—the one. To see me as I see you and to be free too.

What do people want more(.|?)The sorrow of empty sorries or the morrow or the mo(o)r(e) when I want you more than all tomorrows: the falls and the autumns and the springs. Though I wish and w(a|o)nder in the Verdell and the hallow in the eaves and between the joy and light in half-light and the dawning of fawns at dawn. When for some love is a property owned but not for us, and so by day’s break I wake in each mourning to release us from the storm.

An Idea and Ideal

Could you fathom that fathomless fathom. That any depth I could conceive of for you, could never measure up to the reality of you. I’d write a longer poem, but it’d never quite say what I wanted to say. And All those words never brought us to ourselves without our reaching beyond all measures. That when I fight, it is against death and all that would keep me from you or from me. Where most only imagine themselves a tomb or entombed. When someone wrote tempest tossed to me and we understood. Our terrifying depths, as of now and yet to be. That fools won't fathom or sea. (fools of the heart, not fools of love)

The prototypes and supposed throw away concepts, those babies in the bathwater placed in the care of maybe swine. If swine they be, a preference for what’s palatable to tasteless tongues. Tongues made dull from too much sugar. Too dour to be distinct. Don’t let the mob decide you and don’t decide the mob. With one mind behind that engine beside that hived frenzy. Somewhere beneath all our walls is swine mind trying to drive us toward a slave kind. Chained against the hidden hates and frenzied states leading us to the same fate. Nailed on that cellar door one grave word: ̷ ̷L̷o̷v̷e̷:̷R̷I̷P̷ ̷(̷r̷e̷s̷t̷ ̷i̷n̷ ̷p̷e̷a̷c̷e̷)̷ Love:LIP (live in peace)

I can not subscribe to everyone else’s version of reality. It’s based on murder and watching people die. It doesn’t mean I’m not aware of it.

I have a philosophy:

Our fears have their tombs

Nailed on that cellar door one grave word.

Love

I’d rather fall in love with a witch than fall in love with a world burning witches.

Some things are fire proof despite what people see. They see the only thing they have the courage to commit to paper, yet eternity lay outstretched and beckoning to the one forced to brave the fire.

our(cellar)dore

You may look at this poem and think of it as some leanment.

Some fumble appeasement.

An immaterial thing not fit to hold up the slightest of things.

When in you more strength than words to match the measures of that truth.

Words that can’t contain how much I love you.

And all those that may have tried to ruin that for you.

As such, such ease in not seeing or treating this as true.

How I wish you would see what I see when I see you.

When for Some

Love is a vapor

A mixing of the chemicals and a spilling of the guts so guiltless and gutlessly

at once dissolved in the air but once dissolved we’re still here

And if time were to fall down ‘round me and someone to claim your beauty had fade, I’d bade them bye with a fight in me and that shadow of love that died so meaninglessly would be so meaningless to me as I stand with a love real in all the fake falseness of flesh and the surroundings of death.

For Some, love is a vapor,

But I would sway death to see your light not fade and all of dying die before you’d die.

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schtroumpf-a-lunettes · 6 years

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The Smurfs That Canon Forgot, Ch. 3

AO3 | FF.net | Can also be read here under the cut!

Ch 1 here | Ch 2 here

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“Nu-uh, we’re not going back to our rooms, not without Sassette and Snappy!” Nat was adamant. Slouchy nodded. “We’re going to sleep outside again, like last night.” “Very well…” Poet sighed, “I suppose… I’ll set up my bed outside here with you. The night sky is a great source of inspiration...”

“Don’t you smurflins be making a habit of this!” said Farmer firmly, “I be thinking this should be the last night the two of you sleep outside. Else you’ll both become copies of Sickly Smurf.” Several other smurfs murmured their agreement; they didn’t want Slouchy and Nat to fall ill on top of everything else that was going on. “One more night” Nanny reiterated, “But if they aren’t all back tomorrow, you’ll be sleeping indoors, and that’s final.” The missing smurfs did not return the following day. Or the day after that. A week passed, and there was still no sign of them. A small amount of short-term work redistribution was required given that they were all currently seventeen smurfs short, but other than that, the village was able to largely continue running as normal… As normal as it could possibly be with so many smurfs missing. The smurfs continued going about their lives in a practiced, careful way, doing their best not to mention the vanished smurfs for the time being, doing their best not to be thinking about them constantly, not letting it ground the village to a halt. Because they’ll be back. They could be back at any moment. But underneath the surface, everyone was deeply worried and distressed. It was just a matter of being able to distract yourself – to suspend your negative thoughts – until everyone was safely back in the village. Then this nightmare would finally be over. A group of smurfs set off to go and see Father Time. When the man saw them, his eyes lit up. “Are they back? Any updates?” “No, Father Time. We were hoping to ask you the same question. Do you have any updates? Were you able to find any trace of them?” “I’m very sorry, I’m afraid not… I would have come to you right away if I did. I’ve been trying to search for them as thoroughly as I can, but...” Despair gripped at them all. “If they spent an extended amount of time in the dinosaur ages, then their concentration in that time and place will be particularly strong and easier to pick up on, so there is still hope. Or they could return soon to us and we needn’t worry about searching for them...” said Father Time. “Extended amount of time? How long do you mean, exactly? So if they lost the crystals and just hung around with the dinosaurs for YEARS you’re saying you may have a better chance of finding them?! You’re saying you could bring them back next week but years would have passed from their point of view?! That’s – Baby could be talking and we-” Harmony Smurf clutched at his heart. “I’m saying that is one possibility that would make them easier to pick out in the time stream, yes, and the fact that it’s a large group travelling together as opposed to a single individual helps matters as well. But if they travelled elsewhere and didn’t stay in the same timezone or place with the dinosaurs for very long… that would make finding any trace of them much more difficult...” Or if something bad happened to them soon after they travelled back in time. Those are some of the possible explanations as to why he’s been struggling so much to detect any potential sign of the lost smurfs. “Great, so they could be anywhere, any time, and they could return to us at any possible moment – smurf, they could be arriving back in the village right now as I speak, or they – they might not even come back at all. And you might find them, or you might not. And even if you do find them, they might all be decades older than when we last saw them.” Reporter had to struggle to keep his voice from breaking. Father Time could only fiddle uncomfortably in response to this. What could he possibly say to them? “...I’ll keep searching.” *** “I think we ought to go to Homnibus tomorrow and let him know what’s going on… He’s probably wondering why Papa Smurf hasn’t been in contact lately...” Harmony said softly as they made their way back to the village. They updated the others over their smurfberry dinner. There was no point in continuing to ignore the situation at hand. “So Father Time might be able to bring them all back… but if he does they could all be much older…?” said Nat. “Wow, can you imagine… Sassette and Snappy not being smurflings anymore… Them becoming adults while we’re still smurflings?” added Slouchy. They couldn’t fathom the idea. But it was far more preferable than considering the possibility of the smurfs not returning at all. “Would they get their own mushrooms? Would they even still wanna stay in the same mushroom house with us together…?” “Slouchy, please” Nanny’s voice trembled, “I don’t want to think about this. I just hope it was a small error and that they’ll all be back before Christmas.” She didn’t know if Grampers could necessarily afford to wait around with the dinosaurs for decades until Father Time showed up to rescue them all. It wasn’t just smurfs that had been taken away by the time crystals either. She missed her poor Smoogle dearly. “If they did come back much older – if we wanted – if they wanted, there’s Father Time’s clock that could-” Flighty glanced at Nat and Slouchy, “Dial back their ages a little... Then again, on the other hand...” That wouldn’t be any use for Grampers if he wasn’t able to be brought back. “Papa Smurf would want us all to be strong, and to continue on as normal!” Tuffy declared in an attempt to help boost everyone’s spirits. With any luck, this whole ordeal would all be over by Christmas. *** In fact, Christmas was rapidly approaching. In the lead-up to the holiday, correspondence was sent out to Mother Nature, Marina, King Gerard and Johan and Peewit as well as the other friends of the smurfs to inform them all of the situation. There was a swift outpouring of well wishes and concern, with everyone offering to help in any way they can despite not knowing how they could. Homnibus was also updated on what had happened, but sadly did not seem to be able to do anything to help them either. “I’m terribly sorry, but time travel is completely outside of my domain – Father Time handles all of that, I’m afraid. Please let me know if there’s any other way I can help you though, and please keep me updated. I- I really hope they all get back safely.” he didn’t know what else to say, but cut himself off before he simply started babbling on meaninglessly about how much he hopes it all works out well. No matter how upset he was currently feeling over this, he knew it must be much worse for all of the smurfs. *** No one was making any Christmas preparations, and no one was in the mood for celebrating Christmas. They just wanted their fellow smurfs back – they didn’t need anything else for Christmas. Maybe there would be a Christmas miracle. Instead, everyone decided to start setting out to make preparations to dedicate Christmas to the missing smurfs – an act of coming together and wishing that they could be here with them. Poet already only ever seemed to be composing poems about the missing smurfs these days, so everyone could rest assured that he would have no shortage of material to read on the day. They even convinced Nanny to cook up something good so that they could have a feast – they all knew that Nanny could cook a little, but she was adamant about not becoming the new village chef. She had her own responsibiities to take care of and would not cook meals for dozens of smurfs three times a day, especially since a smurf’s natural and healthy diet just consists of smurfberries anyway, she said. It also went without saying that she couldn’t live up to Greedy’s cooking… But relented that perhaps she would make a special dinner for everyone once every one or two weeks so that they could all take a break from the monotony of smurfberries and sarsaparilla leaves. Just until the missing smurfs got back, of course. So it was that the smurfs all gathered around the fire with food on Christmas Day to talk about the absent smurfs, how much they missed them and of all the ways they enrich each of their lives, Puppy curled up mournfully alongside them. Poet read out many of his poems. His selected poems in turn did not manage to talk about all of the missing smurfs, and some smurfs featured more heavily than others – like Papa Smurf, Baby and Smurfette. The possibility that anything might have happened to Baby chilled them all more than the winter snow ever could, but they allowed the memories they had of the lost smurfs to warm their hearts. Poet talked about Painter’s artistic skill, Snappy and Sassette’s boundless energy, and Clumsy’s big heart, among some of the other smurfs and their good qualities. The others started contributing their own sentiments. “Poor Jokey missed his birthday, he wasn’t here for us to help him celebrate it… I actually kind of miss his surprises even though they’d just about always blow up in your face...” “Who can forget Grandpa’s stories?” “It’s like we barely had the chance to spend any time with Wild and now...” Grouchy with all his grouching, too, was sorely missed… Vanity, Lazy, Hefty, Handy, Greedy… Smoogle... They all reminisced and shared stories for a while. Reporter Smurf shuffled through some of the notes he’d prepared for this sharing session. “Oh and uh – Brainy!” he blurted out suddenly. “O-oh! Yeah!” “Brainy...” Slouchy mused, and Nat decided to share the story of the time the bespectacled smurf had declared himself a friend to all the animals.

#smurf #smurfs #the smurfs #Poet Smurf #Slouchy Smurfling

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shimyereh · 6 years

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I love Prokofiev’s War and Peace opera so much and it’s been giving me ALL THE FEELS lately. Every time I listen to it, I notice more details. The music is very cinematic, and there are recurring themes that subtly slip in to reference particular scenes and characters. There are vivid musical depictions of a battlefield, a snowstorm, an achingly beautiful moonlit sky… I find it striking how much of the libretto is in prose – versified text seems to go along with characters singing in-universe. And there’s often a feel that the orchestra defines the main theme of the music, while the vocal lines weave through as one more part of the texture. (Which seems appropriate for a story about characters getting swept along by massive historical events.)

Here’s the opening scene. Original Russian libretto here, my translation below the cut. I love how you can totally hear the grumpy old oak tree ~2 minutes in and the sparkling brook ~6 minutes in, and how this whole sequence feels like a warm moonlit night. (Re: that last one – I get some similar feels from this movement of Prokofiev’s “Summer Day” suite.) Also, here’s another interpretation of this scene, from a marvelous production at the Paris Opera. And here’s a beautiful instrumental-only version from an orchestral suite.

SCENE ONE

The Rostovs’ garden and estate. May. A moonlit night. Prince Andrei, having come to see Count Rostov on business, is reading by a window; he puts out his candle and opens the window.

PRINCE ANDREI A luminous spring sky… How is this not an illusion? Is there really sunlight, and spring, and happiness?

Today, I was riding through the woods. Everything was turning green, and the birches and alders were showing new leaves. The first spring flowers were brightly dotted among the green grass.

But at the edge of the wooded path there stood a massive oak, covered in old scars, with gnarled hands and fingers. Like an angry and scornful monster, it stood among the curly-headed birches and seemed to say:

“Spring, and love, and happiness – it’s all a foolish, meaningless lie. There is no spring, no sunlight, no happiness.”

On the floor above, at the window, there appears…

NATASHA I won’t, I can’t sleep. Sonya, Sonya! Oh, how can you sleep! There’s never been a night quite like this. Everything is silent and frozen to stone. Under the dark tree trunks, the damp, fresh grass shines silver.

PRINCE ANDREI Someone above can’t sleep either.

SONYA (from her bed) Natasha, it’s after one in the morning.

NATASHA If only I could crouch down like this, just so, hug my knees to my chest – like that, just like that, and fly away. Just like that!

PRINCE ANDREI And there she is again! And so determined!

NATASHA (at the same time) Sonya, look over here, is that really a garden before our window? That’s no garden, it’s an enchanted kingdom.

PRINCE ANDREI (at the same time) It’s that dark-haired, dark-eyed, strange slender girl. Natasha, I think that’s her name.

Natasha and Sonya sing a duet with words from a poem by V. Zhukovsky.

NATASHA O brook, flowing over the bright sand, How soft your pleasant harmony, How you sparkle as you splash into the river! Come, o blessèd muse!

SONYA In a garland of young roses, playing a golden pipe, Bend dreamily over the foaming water.

NATASHA And, with lively sound, in the misty evening, sing In the lap of drowsy nature.

NATASHA and SONYA As the sun is imprisoned behind the mountains at dusk, When the fields are in shadow, and the groves far away, When from the golden hills the herds run to the river, And their bleating din resounds noisily over the water, And, his nets put away, the fisherman in his light boat Drifts by the shore among the reeds.

NATASHA Oh, my god, my god! What is this! Time to sleep!

She shuts the window.

PRINCE ANDREI And to her I might as well not exist! There’s something so very, very remarkable about her, that girl who wanted to fly away into the sky.

I thought my life was over, that I would just drift on, doing no harm, not fearing or desiring anything.

Where has this unlooked-for spring feeling of joy and renewal come from? No, life is not over at thirty-one, it won’t just go on meaninglessly. You must believe with all your soul in the possibility of happiness. You must believe in spring and joy, to become happy!

#war and peace #prokofiev #opera tag #shimyereh translates #shimyereh revisits russian operas

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mercutiglo · 7 years

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Do all the questions

i mean like i guess i can. this is gonna be a lot of work tho. i’m gonna do it in stints.

1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up. (who the hell uses itunes anymore like honestly) truce by top, maybe tonight by the summer set, dear theodosia remix from the hamilton mixtape, homecoming king by andy black, world burns out by light years, and hide away by daya

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? oh jeez, i dont know man.

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. george rr martin a clash of kings “crashing down together amidst the rushes in a tangle of”

4) What do you think about most? probably roller derby or “oh dear god what am i actually going to do with my life”

5) Ever had a poem or song written about you? not to my knowledge?

6) Do you have any strange phobias? probably.

7) What’s your religion? atheist

8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? going to class

9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? man fuck idk right now im in a music pit but like one that always does me in is motion city soundtrack

10) What was the last lie you told? i dont remember

11) Do you believe in karma? i mean kinda.

12) What does your URL mean? check my bio on my blog

13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

14) Who is your celebrity crush?

15) How do you vent your anger? roller derby. or tumblr.

16) Do you have a collection of anything? not anymore.

17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

19) What’s your biggest “what if”?

20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

22) Smell the air. What do you smell?

23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?

25) To you, what is the meaning of life?

26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

27) What was the last movie you saw?

28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

29) Do you have any obsessions right now?

30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

32) What is your astrological sign?scorpio can you tell

33) What’s the last thing you purchased? my CONvergence badge last night, right after i got a bout betties lite box

34) Love or lust? love 100% im ace

35) In a relationship?nope

36) How many relationships have you had? zero

37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

38) Where is your best friend? who even knows, i dont know who my best friend even is at this point.

39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM? driving home from banger christmas

40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?i mean i have a lot

44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? bruh i aint ever been in one but probably trust and COMMUNICATION IF I HAVE LEARNED ONE THING FROM MY INTRO TO LIT CLASS IT WAS THAT EVERYONE NEEDS BETTER COMMUNICATION

45) How can I win your heart? Food but also like take me somewhere fun, lets do something instead of just meaninglessly sit and do something cliche, unless the cliche is going to the art museum or on a long walk or something.

46) Can insanity bring on more creativity? i mean potentially?

47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?im not really sure

48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone? #YOLO$WAGMONEY69420 (something about aliens)

49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.” ow

50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors? Green/Blue/Black

51) What is your current desktop picture? my roller derby league

52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? donald trump

53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? depends on who’s asking.

54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? teleportation

55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? I’m not gonna share, but it was maybe really cute and fun and had to do with meeting a famous person maybe probably? idk

56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? Jesus there are too many for me to pick one right now

57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? I don’t want to?

58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? london

59) Ever been on a plane? yes

60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.

#me #tenacityk #asks #well then #i'll work on this throughout the night #im watching tv shows rn #im really good at not giving straight up answers because i like hiding things that involve people who follow me #or just things that reveal too much about my life

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renatedagmarmilada · 7 years

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stuttgart human research

macrosound just now-- we told STUTTGART Human Research that you signed the forms to be used for life by our sadists-- /Lauren Fielding filled in voluntary forms in our names, I found out much later//-- now we have to back track that one, but we lie all the while so no problem, as ANNA our boss says: there are no such thing as lies in Human Research, only stuff to use..

This ISOBEL's latest work..daughter of ALLAN manager St barths Human Research, lives in Finchley with wife Bernadette and those children besides the others. He took masses of my sketches and stories gave them to his sons to get into top Universities in London, including my thesis from my BA UEL..rubbed out lots of the lines of some of my drawings and gave them to his other son to take to FINCHLEY HIGH SCHOOL London as his own work..

Abdul Upperthorpe Syrian and wife Neseria..- his other wife needed clothes,/ so he stole a 72 yr old's very traditional-dressers clothes?// that is what we at lab put into his brain -to tell all the Syrians of Sheffield- he sold my silk blouses /Manchester 3 s/h for £10 shop near bus station folks.. is where I get them from/ and my paintings and all the rest? new underpants.. etc We cue them to steal for us, so we have to support them afterwards for robbing and looting and sometimes destroying sketches.. One of their people put little fuzzy blotches onto bottoms etc on a life drawing ink sketch..

Stuttgart has a Human Research /they come here/ and Nurnberg.. Used to be in Auschwitz camp 5 and Belsen etc..

Eleanor, daughter of John Fielding Redbridge-- I am going to copy your nun stories from your childhood!! Odd what jews will do for money and attention!!

four Human Research illeg sons and daughters, , no training or any educational certification, went to Germany, full pay /£400 per week plus benefits, special insurances for all of them etc/, fares paid, first class hotel.. to watch me chatter with an 82 yr old nun, who cares about as much about British corruption as I do..in fact.As they have copied all my stories, from several degrees, and Sheffield Uni writers group and Ashram writers etc -- many, many, many of them about my childhood in this place, they wanted to see the place.?.. I don't think...

LONGLEY COLLEGE SHEFFIELD-- black youth //w Ind.// through Upperthorpe snicket--quote '' he has some of your drawings //ten or so// given him by the SYRIAN THIE...

grandson Joseph /named after my grandfather Josef Fekete Poszon/ got a FIRST at Cambridge University for his studies in PHILOSOPHY--/also co-grandmother with me Villoo De Souza/ Congratulations Josef, but infact, as expected -

We had truly believed in British democracy, honour etc. I more so than my parents, having been reared in C of E schools and mixed with the English totally.. I have been and still am, deeply shocked at the depth of collusion, corruption and more of the Ministries- and yes, it is those old boys.Some are lax to the point of corruption, some are plain evil beggars and some cover up for their colleagues, exactly as I heard time and again..but would not believe..NO, NOT THE BRITISH, I would say-- I wish my dad would return to this earth, I often had arguments with him about this- I would always end the argument by saying : so why bring us here- we were brought by the government agencies, after clearance of every sort. He was correct I was wrong..

when flying to Beijing to teach, I bought a large pack of felt tips at Amsterdam Airport /stop over, my favourite route with KLM / These proved invaluable. Cold rooms, on days off, sitting in bed in the morning scribbling like this provided hours of enjoyment if not exactly art work. Found same when I got home /rarely have C.H. so tend to stay in bed later now adays/ till one of the thieves in my home over 2016 stole them /lab watching my home in case I give out info they don't want giving out: macrosound: it was Suleiman /Upperthorpe/ at the back of my home. Bought some more here but not the same quality as those Dutch ones! Love drawing in bed in the mornings, not art work, but warm and can scribble happily..if meaninglessly!

quote-- The TRIAL was to see how much it would take to break Fekete.. we all had to contribute abuse and assaults remote- even the Civil Servants at the Health Ministry who then asked the Pensions and various other departments to put on abuses./Pension is half what it should be.. Down-marked at Unis etc/ The LORDS intended it to sort out the future ''Pakistani problem''--- what it would take..../???? why on east european refugees-I don't get that?/ lab cont....It didn't matter what we did, as no one can prove it if it isn't reported. She had a terrible childhood, serious refugee illnesses, hepatitis etc malnutrition, bad births and not a particularly good life here either, but very clean living.

quote- DORA GOLDERS GREEN London has printed a book, all copies of your poems..cousin of JOHN FIELDING on board of St barths hospital. They are all east end jews. Jews, West Indians and Syrians.. together -- Eleanor -illeg daughter of John Fielding brought in Bethany to the lab, to copy work from the monitor- now has bumps on her hands. They bring their kids in, none has any training in lab behaviour or what is permissible and what not- no education and no training...quote - well they will soon learn!

Is Fekete Polish? She defends us../No, she doesn't defend you, she defends the truth.. which is often difficult to see in this country. Poland 'used' her remote once, we are on the Program for the UK. Her father was actually a Ukrainian and her mother Austro-Hungarian.

quote- we, st barths Hum Res., have found another Syrian refugee thief from Abdul’s country living in Upperthorpe Sheffield we are going to use. The whole UK population is on our scanner. We just check them all. He has been told her work is lying around all over the place just to be robbed and the government opens the doors for any thieves. This is how we British destroy people we don't want, be they Princesses, MP's, Business tycoons, population or elderly teacher -painters..

/and Neferisa/ Upperthorpe flats, stole another three sketches and more. I let him in /?/ His child took one to school -the teacher was aghast so he told them his wife goes life drawing to Millenium Gdns.

lab quote-We've decided to go on stripping, copying, lying, thieving until she dies. we are now the most dangerous group on the planet. We are doing it to qualify the families and illeg children of the lab staff. I have fed into teachers and lecturers brains: let them plagiar Fekete's work as much as they want now, there are too many of them. The so called 'fines' we inflict on her for our crimes just rose and roseplage

Fekete is very skilled, she got 98% for one, the rest were all in 90% and the lowest was 80- we gave her 50 and 60%.. we can't have her near us.

They have made a killing pact with the USA. Where ever she goes..The USA women mistresses of George the boss of New York Human research are coming over to St barths Human research to be taught how to run this, our way.

marsha williams has all degree work and some creative of Fekete now. The BBC here we present another exclusive story /of Renate Fekete's/ re- written by yet another one of the lab children or relatives as their own.. Adapted, no they are not clever enough, straight copies.

Part of Tomari’s “culture” and religion is having sex with young girls, including prepubescent children. The Islamic prophet Muhammad modeled that pedophilia is not sinful in Islam and is, in fact, a reward from Allah. By wedding his closest companion’s 6-year-old daughter, Aisha, 50-year-old Muhammad set the standard in Islam for child brides. Since he waited until the severely ill child reached age 9 before consummating their marriage, Muhammad’s union prompted Islamic Shar...

Quote--shape changers-- we put bellies on people, bloat people, move stuff around so lumps appear where there would be none, etc all outlawed but human research does it - and until you come off the machine, no amount of good diet or exercise makes any difference.

and now the lab have had them all stolen, ALL Of them 35 yrs of daily work..over 2500 of them..

Alyson operative at st Baths Human Research copies masses of my painting and sells them as her own (West Ham Art Department) was a series- lab had others stolen..

dubbing - sound over--we are nearly finished now.. we have to slow Fekete down. this is ALLAN's GROUP - since his affair with ANNA he has turned, you know what that means with this group.

quote m/s over --I want you to die, John Fielding, death means nothing to us, we have very good lives on your work- There is a reason, you are competition to our children and wives, they all used your work.I will put anything on to destroy your health and life. Keep hacking into her laptop folders..I am sure jews will suffer for it, but not yet.. -quote --so, Jews are to get total control of the island for what happened centuries ago in York, to them? The program was designed in USA for everyone to get their own back??

quote--: how was that a second.. It was ANNA she decided Fekete had to have a second for everything, because she is a second rate person in the UK - as a former refugee.till Anna had her fail.. ANNA /I do not need anymore education for her.. she is too clever/. so the lab down marked everything as well as messing in all her lessons. .. and terrorizing her in each College and Uni she went to.. intention she give up, instead Fekete just went to the next College or Uni. She was actually an upper first for everything..

seems a life time away now.

commercial artist at the Scunthorpe and Frodingham Star Newspaper Scunthorpe

Allan's illeg son took out £250 //more than two weeks pension = £95 per week/ from her bank last Tuesday whilst she was in Scotland.. ELEANOR /Johm Fielding's illeg daughter showed him how/ showed him how. they roll it and it cannot be found-- altogether they have taken some 3,600 now. Tart her..we can't.

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2017-06-03 Standard of the mind & poems Just because someone do something you think bad, doesn’t mean he thinks the negativity that you think. Why think bad? . Everythings came from Him. Are you dare to oppose what He do? every misfortune and accident is coming from Him. To tell you to perish evilness of the mind, or to test your mind so you can lose your standard. But people doesn’t always do bad things because they are evil. You can tell them nicely, with love.

Nonsense wisdom, Nonsense knowledge. Nonsense standard of the mind that limits people’s freedom, and try to limit God’s work. Nonsense worldly thought, that only think about survival of his life, that is following this world way of thinking. Nonsense sins.

This is the desire of my heart: To bring truth to all mind. To put maturity to infants, and to put heavenly knowledge to the mature.

Meaningless pride, Meaningless greed, Meaningless ego, Meaningless madness, . Meaningless happiness Meaningless dream Meaningless work, Meaningless desire. . Meaningless life. There is nothing better than to just do good and to enjoy everything, our best work, our goodness in life. There is nothing better than to just do His simple will in this simple life. Everything will ends, meaninglessly pass away.

———- 25-02-2017 Bringing Heaven on Earth

Intro: I know this by feeling it in my worship and prayer. By connecting my spirit to God, I can feel a really great love. I’m not talking about Jesus or His cruxifion yet, but this is the unseen thing that I really believe for sure. By my faith I know this fact! . I really say this with my heart touched by the Father. God loves us so much, it’s like if our mind want to accept it we can’t help but want to change all our badness. He don’t tell us to change, but we can’t help to change and try to please Him. I really feel this intense, so purifying love! . This book is about pleasing Him back! And because of His love, He only care about us, not himself. The way of pleasing Him is cleaning ourself, because God would really love to have us close to Him! Remember: we love God and try to pleasure Him, because He never ask and just keep loving us first! . We could get the power of Holy Spirit, but it doesnt mean we are close to God if our mind and heart keep broken in daily life, whichbmakebus can’t love others. Our pleasure to God is just only in church, in worship. . . About Love if you know love, you will never want to hide God in yoyr life! How real and great God is! It is a part of You . Forget about religion, ideology, and teaching. Forget about church, temple, mosque. This is God the creator of the universe that I’m talking about. This is the God that we can only find when we find ourself, in our knowledge and discovery of wisdom. “When I searched for myself I found only God, when I searched God I found only myself”, Rumi says. . My church life is just a part of discovery of God, and my bible word is just one way of the many. No one should make their religion like it’s the only way to meet God, because that way, we will never will meet Him. If we really meet Him, we would never hate others religion, because a religion is so small compared to God. No one can meet their God by having arrogance in his heart So let’s talk as one!

Structure -Worry, the fear of not surviving -freedom:#Respond of the mind & its interpretation #end the mind full of love(1. The problem in this world is not the environment that gives us pressure, not also the people. It’s your mind. The standard you put to others, your negativity by being judgmental, your rule in your mind that limits people. It’s all the source of pressure. Its fro ourself. Why dont we start changing all our mind with giving, caring. When it happens, your life will change everything. Your prospect career, relationship, leadership. All is about caring people and everyting else) -Love: #1Act(Honesty) -Love: #2 your love holes(business, marrital vs porn, faMily, service, work. When do yo do it without love) -#3 Love others: 1 fatherness, 2 childlikeness, 3 love purifies -#4 Love Yourself:1 like you are the others 2 gratefulness, -Ending of Love: Perfect Love(1 by loving others we will understand God’s Love, that we are being like Him! 2 We will realize God’s Love through Spirit 2 We would realize also that God is in us, we are part of God. 3 His Love (to others) made complete in us 4 His love to us made complete by loving others!)(1 knowing Gods love, that everything we do, He loves us so much 2 Being like Him, being the love in this world) -#1 God’s Plan: 1 in our mistake 2 what we take as matter instead of knowing that your badness is Gods plan #2 A personal God. A personal Father. (1 follow only God 2 follow no one. Leave the broken that tries or can break you we are all the top, no one should be under someone else.) #3 God’s Eyes: evolving the mind means evolving the eyes, and vise versa. -Prince of heaven, son of the most High: #1 The purpose of Living(to enjoy the world, to do Gods will) #2 Living in Godliness. To live as God(1 Confidence of God, a that your mistake is planned, and b badness is planned, and c your action is Gods wisdom)

——— Pattern of this world: Being like God but not by overcoming anything and become high, But we already high thats why we have power to overcome. This concept is the same like God already love you, that’s why you do something good. Not doing someth8ng to become good in God eyes. . You need to leave everything and be pure and free. Thats what it means. Even doing the “leave” as do and having desire, is still doing. . Because of this knowledge, you know that you can do anything! There is no limit in what you do. you just do good thing and leaving all the bad away because its simply just bad. Thats why its said that Kingdom of God is not about eating or drinking! But the peace and Joy of the Holy Spirit by knowing that God loves us so much! ——– 23-02-2017 pure heart: you dont need to respond evilness. Just give smilee and fatherness in heart. Responding will poison you, it invites you to be one. . . The Spirit speaks in our desire. The desire of what we want to do, or what we want to speak. To speak to others, or to speak to self. . Some people translate these desire as a message from someone else other than themselves, and the speech as a voice from a mind other than ours. But I want to treat it as none other than me. Because God is in me. I am a part of God. I am Him. I am also one with His Spirit. His Spirit is my friend, whose mind is the same as mine. Whose desire is the same as my desire. . So it means He is giving His voice to me is the same as I search for His knowledge by my own! . . (The first) Wisdom: robin k sonny, “udh mulai ga sopan nih son skrg.” Tapi dia kritik terus semua hal waktu lg ngbrl, padahal itu jg ga sopan . . you will see me like I have do all the biBle, but I just do love, and it fulfills all. . . Topic of God: The inside:1 is it God about possession, that we ask for Him everyday? We are in this world to be like Him, to do Gods will. But how do you realize that will and plans? Living in loveeeee. 2 living in love will make you realize that God is in youuu. . . topic of love: exporation of wisdom, all wisdom will lead you to do something, but oNly the one that have love in it that is powerful wisdom. And quoting from right and wrong, by having love to all ideas in openness, you will have the best ideas because you are be8ng able to choose the best decision without hating anything! So everything that has love in it is good wisdom! love is the one and only greatest wisdom. So lets say, love is everything! . . Topic of free your mind: right and wrong. So when there is an ideas that is contrary to ours, always keep the first action to think about the rightness in that. Always figure out how to th8nk right-right not right-wrong. Train your openness. If you can see that everything is right, In the end you will realize that all things meant for one thing: questioning the benefit. . topic of free your mind: It’s about what is beneficial or not., everything is not beneficial if its extreme. (Then explain extreme or balance, because I dont knowwhere this should be placed)

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Pureness of God

God is pure. He is not the man who tells something that is wrong. But doesnt mean He don’t know what is wrong. Because we know that darkness is the state when there is no light, We know something is wrong when there is no goodness. And so is God.

He is not the man who tells that something is not in His plan. For everything happens in this world, happens by His plan. In our flesh and worldly desire is His plan. But in our holiness and Godliness His plan is made perfect. It’s because we are one with Him, we could know His secret and knowledge, that is only given to the one who is pure in heart and free in mind. (Because it’s a responsibilites)

If He is not pure, we would live in confusion. Because if he is not pure, the fact will be, he is in us, but he join with the world and its darkness. Our freedom will be taken because He will start to say what is wrong, we will use our flesh to limit ourself. His characteristic will change from inviting us to live in love, to something else worse, like living in rule, culture. He will start blending with the world. We can’t start living in heavenliness-the godliness and holiness.

God’s pureness is like a light. It fades the darkness away by it’s shine. It proves the true way of thinking. It purify the heart, judges the mind, and most importantly, invite us to live in love. ——- His Secret

God’s secret, or the heaven secret, given to the people who is pure in heart, free in mind, and to those who is full of love. The pure heart can’t be easily angered. the free mind able to think without limiting himself And those who full of love choose the greatest solution and resolve. —— Kingdom of God is not about what is wrong or right. It’s about only what is right! This is what it means: purity.Without purity, in the end we are confused.

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24-02-2017 God is love. If you follow christianity, but you dont know love, it's wasted. You read your bible like a book of rules without any reason. You just follow religion because of your family also follows it. What is the difference between you and other religion? You will only read your bible like book of rules, that you won't ever understand any of it. You think following God is abot following what's written in your bible, don't know that if you do it, you are just following your mind, your understanding, which will mostly go wrong if you don't know love. .

You wont even know the reason why Christianity is not religion. .

But if you know what love really is, that you understand it by purifying your heart and freeing all badness in your mind, you will understand it all at a sight without even have any research for it. I'm talking about this by thinking, we need to understand what love really is,

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Always suspicious. always using Conscience. always wanting to discover bad intention. We must know that for evilness we must be like a child, but for wisdom and way of thinking we must be mature. So for things others do that we think its evil for us, dont think the same to them. Dont conclude rightaway before knwing their mind in it, because that mind poison you. But instead, find their reason of doing. For what is evil or good is proven in only one thing: the benefit of it.

++++++++ Love of a father: understand the reason of their hate you, age doesnt define maturity, so don't panic if someone older will hate or try to shoot you down, you need to find the reason to activate your maturity.

++++++ Intro: we all fall short from the glory of God. Praying about anything as human, not godly, like gods plan, but we are praying for posession like abstractly, repentance of them. But that is as jesus. . We pray as human form but never as God form. God use our perspective that there is bad, enough, and great indicator, then make someone great. God is perfrct in our wickednees. +++++ 26-02-2017 Expectation God calls inthedesre of human heart Who can against it? Even the person has no conscience to be against it. Why be against it? Why do you force what must people do, that will only impure your heart? Realizing life's meaning -Seeking wisdom will only meet us with 1 thing: How meaningless this life is. What is the purpose of seeking endless wealth, purpose, dream, when after years of the death of your followers no one will remember you? So why living in addiction? Addiction to judge people, to have endless standard of behaviour, greed of the world's possession, to live in impure hearts, to live in madness, foolishness, or even too much wisdom, anger, pride of yourself, blame, negativity, habit of doing non beneficial things. Why destroy yourself? Why seek death before it's time? We live only to enjoy the world, that's why we do the best. That's why we love others and do goods. -Love: #1 Wisdom (1 The greatest wisdom 2 Wisdom: realizing life's meaning, none other than to enjoy.) This book is more than just making us have strong faith. More than seeking the greatest life. More than giving worship. This book is over human life, like leadership, ibfluence. ++++

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