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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 2 years

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Do you have any idea why Islam and other hyper-restrictive cults try to exert such complete control over the pettiest things? I get "don't talk to people outside the club" and "wear a body bag full time," but who cares what hand you use to wipe your butt? What does anyone gain from such minor rules?

It's just basic human psychology. Look at the military, for example. Everyone gets the same haircut, the same uniform, you wear your clothes a certain way, you walk a certain way, do little rituals (like saluting) a certain way. It builds conformity and obedience. Which makes sense in an armed service.

When you justify it with a divine order, then everybody's obsessed with making sure they step into the bathroom with the correct foot, wipe their ass with the correct hand, spend at least an hour a day performing a specific choreographed routine (salat/prayer; I actually saw a video I can't find right now which went over such minutiae as improper back angle, improper hand placement, etc), and so forth. This builds in-group compliance, as does having a shared enemy, whether real (Jews, kufr) or imagined (Shaitan).

And of course, you're going to be so busy doing all the little things you're obliged to do that you won't be spending as much time thinking independently, such as whether any of this makes sense or is even true.

The first surah in the quran goes like this:

https://quranx.com/1.1-7

In the name of Allah, the Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful. [All] praise is [due] to Allah, Lord of the worlds - The Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful, Sovereign of the Day of Recompense. It is You we worship and You we ask for help. Guide us to the straight path - The path of those upon whom You have bestowed favor, not of those who have evoked [Your] anger or of those who are astray.

This is recited a good dozen or more times every day, including multiple times during the 5 daily salat prayers, and other times. Doing so is basically a form of self-brainwashing.

This is an interesting surah for a number of reasons. Starting with the fact it's clearly not written in Allah's first-person voice like the rest.

The last ayah reinforces the Jews as "those who have evoked [Your] anger" and Xians as "those who are astray." If you ever wonder whether Islam is truly antisemitic, it's on page one, and validated multiple times a day.

The two prior to that refer to Allah guiding them "to the straight path" - Sirat al-Mustaqim, which is the narrow, straight path to Jannah, heaven. Islam puts its members up on a tightrope and commands them to walk it. Any slip and you fall to damnation, Jahannam. Having created this "problem," Islam is the only solution to get you to the other side of the tightrope. Everything non-Islamic risks you falling from the path into hell - eating bacon, not wearing hijab, not conferring blessings onto Muhammad whenever his name is invoked, any doubts you might have (waswas, the whispers of the Shaitan), obsessively monitoring for and avoiding everything haram. Which, naturally, is impossible.

Of course, Xianity does the same thing. Impure thoughts, having pride in your work rather than giving god the credit, dozens of other ways. It should be unsurprising that Sirat al-Mustaqim goes back to the bible's reference to the narrow, strait gate.

Matthew 7:13-14

Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

Step out of line and you're rewarded with destruction.

And again, literally nobody can live up to or comply with all the demands in the bible. Especially the contradictory ones.

https://youtu.be/cTU_qaK0NeU

Ned Flanders: [talking to God after his house is destroyed] Why me, Lord? I've always been good. I don't drink or dance or swear, I've even kept kosher just to be on the safe side. I've done everything the Bible says! Even the stuff that contradicts the other stuff! What more can I do? I… I… I feel like I'm coming apart here! I wanna yell out, but I just can't dang-darn-diddly-darn-dang-ding-dong-diddly-darned do it! I just… I… [sighs]

Which is also a deliberate objective of so much control. It keeps the believer in a constant state of feeling inadequate, and therefore needing to prove themselves and be worthy to their god.

Humans are wired to be social, and part of this is getting along within the tribe, not disrupting it or creating problems that would undermine cohesion. Religions exploit this. If something about the doctrine or belief is bothering you, everyone else is doing the standing up, sitting down, kneeling and other rituals of praying, and seem so certain. If you've seen the Asch conformity experiments, it doesn't even take very many people for one subject to feel the pressure to conform. Create dozens of little obsessive things that need to be done, and there's dozens of little ways, on their own each is not a huge sacrifice, each little thing you're not sure about but everyone else seems to be is not that much of a compromise.

One of the observations I've heard regarding hijab is that it's often dismissed as just a scarf or just a piece of cloth or something. Hijab is, however much more than that. It's a purity symbol. This is woman who is pious and obedient to Allah, any woman who does not wear it is not deserving of Allah's mercy or of any respect.

https://quranx.com/33.59

O Prophet, tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to bring down over themselves [part] of their outer garments. That is more suitable that they will be known and not be abused. And ever is Allah Forgiving and Merciful.

"Abused" in this sense means "raped." Pious women can be identified and are safe... in theory. Unveiled women are sluts and fair game. So, if you want to be respectable, you comply.

Muslim women look different from other women so you can identify them as Muslims. Ditto men, who are obligated to grow their beard for the same reason.

The battle over hijab isn't just about a scarf or a piece of cloth. It's just the outer visible manifestation of what Islam is and does to people. When you can decide what goes on your head, if anything, then you can decide what goes in your head. When you have no power to decide for yourself even the simplest things, then it's that much easier for others to control what goes in it.

#ask #authoritarianism #control freaks #haram #sin #religion #religion is a mental illness

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basicsofislam · 1 year

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ISLAM 101: Learning how to Pray.Part1

The following is the complete method of performing a 2 Raka’at Salah. Read the “Note” at the end to know how to pray a 3 or 4 Raka’a Salah.

1) Stand upright facing the Qibla

2) Make the intention “I intend to perform the Fajr prayer (say the name of the Salah), with 2 Rakaat Fardh (say the number of Rakaats of any prayer – Sunnah or Fardh), for the sake of Allah, I am facing the Holy Kaaba.” Intention need not be said out loud. Saying it in the heart is sufficient.

3) Raise hands to the shoulders with palms facing the Qibla say “Allahu Akbar”. The hands should be within the cloth sheet. They should not be brought out.

4) Do the Qiyam by lowering the hands down and folding them on the chest. This is done by placing the right palm on the back of the left palm.

5) Read the sanaa:

“Subhanak-Allah humma wabi hamdika watabara-kasmuka wata aala jadduka walaa ilaha ghairuk”

(All Glory be to You O Allah! Praise is to You; Blessed is Your Name and Exalted is Your Majesty; there is none worthy of worship except You)

6) Read the Ta’awuz:

“Aoozu billahi minash Shaitaanir-rajeem”

(I seek protection with Allah from the cursed Shaitan)

7) Read the Tasmiyyah:

“Bismillahir rahmanir-raheem”

(In the Name of Allah, Most Kind, Most Merciful)

8) Recite Surah Fatiha:

“Al-hamdu lillahi rabbil-aalameen, ar-rahma nir-raheem, maaliki yawmiddeen, iyyaaka na’budu wa iyyaaka nastaeen, ihdinas-siraatal mustaqeem, siraatallazeena anamta alaihim, ghairil maghdoobi alahim wa ladhaaleen. Ameen.”

[All praise is due to Allah, the Lord of the Universe, the Most Kind, Most Merciful, Master of the Day of Judgement. You alone we worship and from You alone we ask for help. Guide us on the straight path, the path of those who You have favoured, not the path of those who earned Your anger, nor the path of those who went astray. Ameen (So let it be O Allah)].

9) Recite any Surah or verses from the Qur’an. For example:

“Qul huwallahu ahad, Allahus-samad, lam yalid, wa lam yoolad, wa lam yakullahu kufuwan ahad”

(Say, He is Allah, The One. Allah is above and all things depend on Allah. He does not beget, nor is He begotten. And there is none like Him).

10) Say “Allahu Akbar” and go into Ruku (bowing). (In ruku fingers of both hands should be together and placed on the knees. The arms should be well joined to the sides and the ankles of both the feet should be together. A woman should only bow to the extend that their hands reach the knees.

11) In Ruku recite the following 3 times:

Subhaana Rabbiyal ‘Azeem

(Glory be to my Lord, The Greatest)

12) Afterwards, stand up in Qawmah position while reciting the Tasbeeh:

Sami Allahu liman hamidah

(Allah listens to him who has praised Him)

13) After Tasbeeh recite Tahmeed:

Rabbana Lakal Hamd

(O our Sustainer! All prayer is due to You alone)

14) Then say “Allahu Akbar” and go into Sajdah. First the knees should touch the ground, thereafter the hands should be placed in line with the ears and the fingers should be close together. Then place head in between both the hands. Both the forehead and the nose should touch the ground. The fingers and toes should face the qibla but the feet should not be upright (Women are not required to place both feet standing on toes). They should be taken out towards the right side. The woman should draw herself closely together and press herself firmly while in Sajdah. The stomach should be joined to both the thighs, the arms should be joined to the sides and both arms should be placed on the ground.

15) In Sajdah recite 3 times:

Subhaana Rabbiyal a’ala

(Glory to my Lord Most High)

16) Afterwards sit upright while saying “Allahu Akbar”.

17) Do the Sajdah again while saying “Allahu Akbar” and in Sajdah recite “Subhaana Rabbiyal a’ala” 3 times.

18) Stand up erect while reciting “Allahu Akbar”. This position will be Qiyam (same as step #4).

19) Repeat steps #7 to #17.

Note: In step #9 recite some other Surah or verses. Then after #17 go to step #20.

20) After the second Sajdah, go into Jalsah while saying “Allahu Akbar”. The woman should sit on her left buttock and take out both her feet towards the right side. Both her hands should be on the thighs and fingers joined together.

21) While seated recite Tashahhud:

Attahiyyaatu lillahi wass-salawaatu wath-thayyibaatu, assalamu alaika ayyuhannabiyyu wa rahamtullahi wa barakaatuhu, as-salaamu alainaa wa alaa ibaadilla hiss-saaliheen, ash-hadu al la ilaha illallahu wa ash-hadu anna Muhammadan abduhu wa rasooluh.

(All respect, worship and all glory is due to Allah alone. Peace be upon you, O Prophet, and the Mercy and Blessings of Allah be upon you. Peace be on us and on those who are the righteous servants of Allah. I testify that there is no one worthy of worship except Allah, and I testify that Muhammad is His Servant and Messenger).

In this when reciting the word “la ilaha”, join the little finger and the ring finger and form a ring with the thumb and middle finger and raise the index finger towards the sky. Lower the index finger when you reach “illallahu”.

22) Then recite Blessings on the Prophet Muhammad (saw):

Allahumma salli alaa Muhammadin wa alaa aali Muhammadin kamaa sallaita alaa Ibraheema wa alaa aali Ibraheema innaka hameedun majeed

“Allahumma baarik alaa Muhammadin wa alaa aali Muhammadin, kamaa baarakta alaa Ibraheema wa alaa aali Ibraheema innaka hameedun majeed”

(O Allah! Shower Your Blessings on Muhammad and the family of Muhammad just as You showered Your Blessings on Ibraheem and the family of Ibraheem. Certainly, You alone are worthy of praise and are Glorious. O Allah! Bless Muhammad and the family of Muhammad just as You Blessed Ibraheem and the family of Ibraheem. Certainly, You alone are worthy of praise and are Glorious).

23) After this recite the following du’a:

“Allahumma Rabbana Atina fid-dunya hasanatan wafil- Akhirati hasanatan waqina athaban nar.”

“Oh Allah, our Lord, give us all the good of this world, and the good of the life hereafter, and save us from the punishment of the hell-fire.”

Rabbij-alnee muqeemas-salaati wa min zurriyyatee, rabbanaa wata qabbal duaa, rabbanagh-fir-lee wali waali dayya wa lil mu’mineena yawma yaqoomul hisaab

(O my Lord! Make my children and myself regular in Salah. O our Lord! Accept my prayer. O our Lord! Forgive me. Forgive my parents and all other Muslims on the Day of Judgement).

24) As the last step do Tasleem. Turn your head to the right and say “As salamu ‘alaykum wa rahmatullah” (May the Peace and Mercy of Allah be upon you).

Then turn your head to the left and say “As salamu ‘alaykum wa rahmatullah” (May the Peace and Mercy of Allah be upon you). Salam is to be said with the intention of making salam to the angels.

NOTE:-

For 3 raka’at Salah

After step #21 recite “Allahu Akbar” while standing up back into Qiyam position (step #4). Then do steps #7 to #24.

Omit step #9 and #18 & #19 For 4 raka’at Salah

After step #21 recite “Allahu Akbar” while standing up back into Qiyam position (step #4). Then do steps #7 to #18. Omit step #9.

After step #18 follow instructions from step #19. Omit step #9.

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labbaik-ya-hussain-as · 1 year

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BREAKING NEWS TO THE MUSLIM UMMAH:

BE WARY, TIGHTEN UP YOUR BELTS AS THE END IS AROUND THE CORNER!!!

YOU WILL FIND THE PIECE ASTONOSHING; DON'T STOP, KEEP ON READING!

Assalamualaikum,

Did anyone of us imagine how the sun is gonna rise from the west as said by our prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) 1400 yrs ago..

but now scientists found how it happens..scientists were making researches on MARS for long time....MARS which rotates in the same direction of the EARTH has now started to rotate in the opposite direction...now the sun rises from west in MARS..this is named as RETROGRADE MOTION...and this happens to all planets..amazingly EARTH is next.!!

ALLAH says when the sun rises from the west the doors of FORGIVENESS will be closed..no more dua for repentance will be accepted..it's not too far for this to happen..!!

Let's not waste time on movies, music, parties, etc..spend more time to read and learn QURAN and HADITHS..PRAY five times..and teach our kids on Islam..these acts will only benefit us in our GRAVE..

ISLAM is a beautiful religion and ALLAH has made it so easy for us to follow through our beloved PROPHET MUHAMMAD (peace be upon him)...

Don't just forward this to all..for a sec ask your self..Have we done anything in our life for LIFE AFTER DEATH...??

Are we ready to meet ALLAH on the day of JUDGEMENT???

Remember.. we are all alone on that day..

▪ Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we treated the Quran the way we treat our mobile phone...?

▪ What if we can carry it with us wherever we go;

In our bags .... & in our pockets?

▪ What if we looked at the pages several times a day

▪ What if we went back to take it if it's forgotten

▪ What if we treated it as though we cannot live without it..?

- And really, we cannot live without it...!

▪ What if we give it to our children as gifts

▪ What if we read it while travelling ?

▪ What if we made it a priority every day??

Let our logo be :

" The Quran is my best friend.

▪ Only 7% will re- send this message.

▪ Be amongst them & send it to the largest possible number of people

▪ Don't be of the 93% who will not share the message....

▪ Think ... Even once... Day of Judgement... we will realise we daily opened messages from friends ...

▪ We shared/forwarded the jokes & gossips ...

▪ But how many times do we open the Quran and read the messages sent from Allah Subhaana WaTa'aala Himself

❇ Scientifically proven :

Listening to Quran reduces the prevalence of cancerous cells in the human body and even destroys them.

💠 The prolongation of prostration strengthens memory , and prevents stroke

Shaitan said :

"I wonder how humans claim to Love Allah and disobey Him, and claim they hate me yet they obey me!"

▪ Will take 60 seconds to benefit your loved ones, pass it on as a reminder.

Warning -

Do not send later.

Send now.

May Allah SWT grant

success to everyone who reads and

sends Ameen.

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yzeeii · 1 year

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When you come so far from Allah that you begin to feel ashamed in offering salah and so just remember that pray 2 nafil of tauba and nothing much, talk with Allah and even if you don't feel like begging for forgiveness just ask Allah to make you pray 5 times a day and then start praying farz namaz, if you can't offer salah 5 times a day don't think that "oh i missed Fajr, I'll start from tomorrow" just go for kaza namaz and try to pray zuhr namaz on time. In sha Allah little by little you'll get close to him and never forget to do zikr because shaitan gets so alert when a person tries to get back to Allah, do not let your nafs win. May Allah give us hidayat to offer salah 5 times a day. Ameen

- Waiz Saeed

#islamic thoughts #revert islam #welcome to islam #islamic #islamquotes #islamislove #allahisone #allahﷻ #allahlovesyou #allah is kabir

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pathfindernorth2 · 10 months

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The Calling

Teacher Koride needed to catch up on some reading and was awaiting the return of the newest cohort from their expedition. She wished she could hear what was going on, but the droning of the giant bees was all she could hear as it seemed to muffle all other sounds. When our heroes emerged from the tunnels and told her their tale, she was mortified. Dead students? Lethal traps? Allergies?! She had to take these things in one at a time. She initially was most interested in the large blue mushroom. She explained how the magic mushroom was a Maagambyan variety that imbued students with some minor healing abilities (1d6) in addition to the effects of beneficial spells cast on allies. Stabilize WITH HEALING anyone? Kind of makes that spell WAY more awesome. Unconscious? How about I draw a “mushroom” on your face as an arcane mark or sigil (and let the mushroom power heal you 1d6 to bring you back to life in the process?). Koride was impressed, as any cascade bearer would be, but she was pretty certain you couldn’t take the mushroom with you and that you would digest the magic out of yourself in about 24 hours. Knowing it’s proximity to this dance studio and the archorn library was great information to have.

The dead students, that was more of a problem. The heroes hadn’t gotten close enough to even tell how long they had been down there, although it seemed like their demise wasn’t recent. They described the rabbit, antelope, and warthog masks to Teacher Koride but she didn’t recognize any of them. She is a relatively recent arrival at the university. The students then shared that they also think they know who the killer was...and met him! They explained about Uduak Basni, an undead Oread magic user who basically admitted to killing the three students. As a magical ghost oread, she understood why the heroes might have mistaken him for a Shaitan. He’s pretty close in his ancestries and abilities. Our heroes described their encounter with him, and that he seeks to establish a new order and destroy the existing school as they know it. Concerning.

Teacher Koride did not want the cohort going back down there. She didn’t know who this Uduak Basni was, this was way before her time, but any malevolent magic-wielding ghost with a history of killing students is a step too far. That said, she respected their free will and they had returned once before, so she also didn’t forbid them from going. The heroes would think on this. She did offer that perhaps Teacher Ot would know more. He’s been here longer. MC and Wonko decided to go to Teacher Ot not just for the information, but because they wanted to make sure that Esi was ok. Whereas Nick, Caldaen, and Mez were more concerned about Ignaci and Strands and wanted to make sure they were ok.

MC and Wonko entered teacher Ot’s office. His door is always unlocked. MC began circumspectly in his storytelling, but it wasn’t long before Wonko laid it out there for teacher Ot. Teacher Ot listened attentively and appreciated both of them coming to him. If his demeanor changed in hearing the name of Uduak Basni, it was barely noticeable. In fact, he put the question to MC and Wonko, “Do you think I should organize a party to seek out Uduak?” At first it seemed obvious that Uduak was a threat and OF COURSE, but Teacher Ot explained that there were always multiple threats to the university, and prioritization and focus were paramount. He wanted to maintain his focus on the insect infestation, which had actually and very recently caused harm to students. If the heroes saw Uduak as a threat that needed to be immediately addressed, he would engage. Wonko and MC thought about it, and then agreed that they saw no connection between the stone ghost and the insect invasion, and that the latter was more important. That should remain the priority. Teacher Ot was relieved. The last thing he needed right now was that skeleton coming out of the closet. He had enough to deal with. At the same time, he knew all about Uduak and his subversive goals (before he killed him anyway). If he was back, and had propositioned the newest cohort to join him, he wondered who else knew and who might have been tempted to agree with Uduak’s unfortunate philosophy. As MC and Wonko left, Teacher Ot did apologize for sending them into harms way, although in his voice it almost sounded like he knew he was doing so. He also assured them that Esi was fine and that her survey was uneventful. They would go back to the dorm to make sure.

Ignaci would recover and Okoro and Strands were with him when the rest of our heroes arrived. They explained to him that it was due to the heroics of Wonko and his leshy familiar teamed up with Caldaen’s ancient Iroxi magic the drew out the allergens and reversed the swelling. Ignaci was touched that everyone would take the time to check on him, and Strands was happy to see Nick. Okoro was bashful, remembering how he had been grappled to keep him from disrupting Caeldan’s restoration spell. In his moment of panic, he wasn’t thinking straight. Both of them knew about the Stone Ghost already, having sensed him and Okoro claiming to have actually seen him watching them. They assured the group that they would be fine, and the full party reconvened back at Spire Dormitory.

Nick and Strands were just wrapping up their amorousness when they heard a knock on the door. It was Teacher Ot! Nick threw on a robe and answered the door. Teacher Ot blushed, “Oh, my, um, I was expecting Strands-of-glowing-dawn.” Nick explained that she was right here and Teacher Ot, while a little awkward, didn’t wait, he was clearly in a hurry. “Strands-of-Glowing-Dawn, we have a situation at the Welcome Wa...traverse. Two Anadi Lurkers and an Anadi Fateweaver have arrived, not in their human forms! It’s causing quite the commotion at the gates. They arrived out of nowhere: no invitation, no patrons! They are pleading for admission like their life depends on it.” I want to bring some of our newest students, and perhaps you as an anadi yourself, to speak with them. Will you come?” Of course she would, and all of our heroes would come too. Teacher Ot was pleased, and they set off for the welcome traverse.

The Welcome Traverse is a whorl of colors like many of the walkways at that academy, always changing and shifting depending on what angle you view it from. It was still a misty day, with low clouds hanging about, obscuring the taller buildings of the academy. The traverse is flanked by 10 statues, two rows of five, depicting the 10 magic warriors of Old Mage Jatembe. Regal, masked, and impressive, the statues are a fittingly epic welcome to the legendary campus. Non-students or staff cannot go further than the welcome traverse due to the school’s many wards, although it is the only part on the island past the warded moat where such outsiders can go. Teacher Ot addressed the Anadi pilgrims, “Welcome and a kind hello, new friends. It is my pleasure to greet you today. You may call me Teacher Ot.” One of them appeared to be their leader, the fateweaver. “Teacher Ot, we would learn from you and from the school. We humbly submit ourselves as pupils.” All three anadi bowed respectfully. “I am Rainbows-Reflected-Upon-Gossamer-Strands, who is called Goss. This is Droplets-Hanging-Gently Savanakin and Barest-Threads-Billowing Maztachia. We have some knowledge of magic already. Presenting ourselves without sponsorship is irregular, we know, but we all felt as though the magaambya is...the place we MUST be. Something is calling us here Teacher Ot.” Teacher Ot looked back to the heroes meaningfully, and noticed Strands-of-Glowing-Dawn nodding with appreciation. He then turned back to the Anadi. “We welcome the new angles of discovery that your presence will bring. I have also brought with me some of our most recent students. I felt they might be able to provide you with...” but before he could finish, the Anadi looked to the sky and shouted as three large forms soared with frightening speed across the canal, screeching loudly.

Three griffons, heads of ravens and bodies of panthers, zeroed in on their prey and pounced, the Anadi’s had no chance to defend themselves as the beasts began to brutally eat them. Our heroes sprang into action. Caldaen and Nick were the fastest, running to engage with the lead griffon and getting him off of Goss the fateweaver. Teacher Ott spun around behind Jolene, promised that their past interactions were behind them, and casting a powerful heroism spell on her. She notched her guns and began blasting. Mez jumped to the aid of Savanakin and pounded the griffon to get its attention and keep Savanakin from going down. Wonko began healing and supporting on the battlefield. And MC began preparing for the fight ahead. But in the initial chaos, the heroes couldn’t save Maztachia from going unconscious and reaching death’s doorstep. Unfazed and seeing her plight, Nick abandoned his initial rescue mission and dropped Goss to the ground as the Griffon took to the skies. He ran to Maztachia’s side. He began performing first aid and staunched her bleeding. Her many eyes opened and looked into Nick’s, in pain, thankful for this moment and this man.

Wonko and Caldaen continued supporting and healing to help the wounded Anadi. Teacher Ott lifted off the ground to give himself a fly speed. He would fly around the battlefield healing and warding the anadi (or heroes if they needed it) with sanctuary wards. His powerful healing was able to effectively offset the damage from the griffons, and that left it up to the heroes to take them down. The griffons were crafty hunters, who performed hit and run strafe attacks using the clouds to conceal them as they took to the sky - often out of spell range. They were fast and ferocious and it was not long before they had taken out several of the PCs with their critically sharp talons. But the heroes focused their fire on two of the Griffons, with Jolene and MC doing some solid damage from their firearms and spells, including a sweet blood vendetta spell that congealed blood from a wound into ruby daggers that returned the favor in the form of persistent bleed damage to the attacking Griffon. Mez was still working on her form and spells, and landed some hits but generally had some trouble hitting the fast-flying Griffons. She did a great job, however, of getting their attention off of the Anadi and onto her. That bought the others time to heal them and get them to safety. She and Nick went to the front lines and predictably went down from damage, but the group had strong healers and brought them back.

Nick opened his eyes. Where was he? He could see the statues of the great magic warriors, felt some mist on his face from a low hanging cloudy sky. He felt his weapon in his hand, and then the face of the Griffon look down at him. He had been knocked unconscious, but he been magically resuscitated. He took a mighty swing and felt ribs and flesh crack and carve as he natural 20′d a power attack from flat on his back. He Samwise Gamgee’d his Gata upwards into the griffon that had pounced on him. It let out a final, fell shriek and died heavily upon him, feathers and black blood making him look like a tar-and-feathered fool of yesteryear. He would have been relieved, but another Griffon was turning to make a pass at him, it had just strafed down Wonko, Jolene, and MC, and was in the clouds coming down to finish the job. The heroes had a very hard time tracking it, but it came in too aggressively with a shriek and Nick saw where it was. It was turning to attack Nick, who was ready. He reached out a hand and grabbed the Griffon straight out of the air as a reaction like it was little more than a frisbee as it attempted a flyby attack, holding it tight. Holding a Griffon is not for the faint of heart. It snapped and clawed and shrieked in his face, but Nick held on. The heroes focused fire on it and without its mobility, it died thrashing about where it stood, its weight burying Nick in the corpses, feathers and all, of the two dead Griffons. The Third Griffon had continued is strafing attacks, but upon the death of the second griffon, it flew off. The battle was over. Everyone was alive and safe, and two mighty griffons lay dead on the welcome traverse, Nick beneath them asking in a muffled voice for a little help.

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indiejones · 1 year

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EXTREME DVAITISM - INSIDE THE DEEPEST DARKEST PITS OF RELIGION.

And just to offer perspective, on deviances, & downgraded levels of debate, the opposite atheistic (non God-believing) philosophy, ie 'DVAITA or DUALISM Philosophy', emanating mostly in West, but scarily enuf being increasingly adopted by East, found itself in, can be understood as, similar to BULB,& only restricting the scope & focal pt of their debate to,otherness of, the bulb & it's effulgence which they can see, with the idea of how that effulgence came to being' (in larger cosmic context)..crux of their accusation on 'Advaitists' being the 'weakness or neediness to unify everything'. This argument seems innocent & harmless if restricted to this much banter, & even psychologically helpful, if used at medium level, to understand mental & emotional c/f human intricacies in cause-process-effect cycle, (as agreed & elucidated on in West by great 'Advaita' Aristotle himself 2300 yrs back), but takes on sinister world-contorting magnitudes, when projected directly onto God, & trying to portray an inherent diff btwn stories around God that one doesn't like or his decisions we don't agree with, as being that of a mfd concept called 'Devil', & going as far as to impose purpose of life itself as being some (pukeworthy) depressing hopeless never-ending God-Devil battle. A dualism concept, shockingly propagated,by major religions such as eg Islam as well,their religious texts at diff popular levels infact replete with references to such sinister 'Shaitan',& his godawful attributes & activities. (P.S: Diff from Hindu myth's 'Devtas'(pro-Vishnu form ie God's heart chakra) & 'Asuras'(pro Shiva-form ie God's forehead chakra),(both these mere interesting ways to bring right-brained & left-brained ppl into spiritual fold),yet both that living in constant recognition of their Supreme God). Thus coming to not just restrict this devilish state of being to glitch(es) in cause-process-effect cycle, but some God-competing mythic force. This glamorous conceptualization infact one o' root causes of religion as a vehicle to proud aggression & annexation & invasion of other nations' rights, & further to barbarism. A seeming harmless play with or inability to accept fundamental assumptive concepts, at early individual level, thru focussedly -ve malevolent thot orgn, propagation & patronage,turning life foundations on their head, & for vast sums of people! All arising outta that initial argument,"You are too weak and/or needy & so desire a unifying end". Now what's 'desire'? What one derives happiness from,right?! So in effect,this major glitch is,'happiness derived from other's sadness,for no known reason'. Also Bliss being 'unexplained happiness',this as 'unexplained gloom',better understood,via our BULB,as 'low-lux phenomena',ie with lower than requd inner illumination to envision.And when such folk propagate entire religions,whichever & how so many ever they be, only God Save Us!

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gowshak-blog · 1 year

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The Genies, who are they?

We have long known who these genies are, but we do not suspect it. Knowledge of djinn closes the world to us, constructions on a materialistic foundation. The Djinn are also the demons of the Christian world. Djinn are disembodied beings who can contact people through the world of thought. All thoughts of people and other entities interact in a single information field. We don’t see other people’s thoughts, but sometimes we guess them, or we feel other people’s moods and emotions. And the Jin (or demons) always dwell in this field and hear the thoughts of all living beings. It is hard to say how the genies will look, they are led bodiless, but Western cinema very often tries to depict them, not only Western. For example, fairy elf creatures are nothing but disguised genies. I will also write an article called "How Gins Make Movies". Gins, a lot of other places appear under different guises, different names. Gins can be identified by two descriptions, "First Born" and "Immortals". If, wherever you are, whether it’s a movie or a video game, the race of the first-born or the immortal is described as the Djinn. From cartoons, I remember the Pokémon universe, yes, Pokémon are also hiding genies or demons. It was mentioned in one of the books that God gave each person a Gene, or a demon, if the language is popular. If I’m not mistaken Pokémon cartoon shows us the same? You can also think of a Hollywood painting by Venom that also describes genies, but the truth is in a different way. The film Venom in particular promotes that the connection of man and genie (or demon) gives strength, but in fact it is not so.

Who is the Devil and how is he connected to the Gins?

Speaking of Gins, it’s impossible not to mention the Devil. Shaitan or Devil, also one of the Gins, but the modern media paint us a different picture of this guy. We have been taught for decades that the Devil is a unique being, one of a kind, one that is so brave that it goes against the Creator. That he was an angel in heaven, but for his beliefs, was banished from there. Yes, some of what is said is true, but always eats one thing.

The devil is an almost ordinary gin that is not indifferent to humanity. There must be many such as the devil among the gin race, I have to enter the level of intelligence, but these guys before humanity does not care. Even in one holy scripture, the Group of Demons supposedly plead for their fellow Devil for lying about God. They call him a fool. As I read that transcript, my brain drew a very bizarre picture: Put a spaceship to yourself, and there’s only one alien coming out, and this alien starts to tell the grounders that he’s one of a kind, That he’s unique, that he was banished from somewhere. The appearance of the devil in the life of each person is about as I am entering the nature of the information received through the media and cinema. They’re trying to convince us that the Devil is a half-fairy-tale character, but that’s not true, the devil must be seen as a person, we’ll come back to that question, and now let’s talk about the alien. In short, this alien begins his murky business on earth, assuring everyone that he is such a great genius the one and unrepeatable being in the entire universe who dared to go there against the Creator. But after a while another spaceship arrives, and out comes the same guys like our Devil and say that the Devil, who was in front of us all the time, in fact they on the planet is considered an ordinary fool. That he found himself a weak race and a racehorse, in every way in front of him. And do not listen to him, he only embarrasses our race and disgraces. We have dealt with the Devil, he is the same gin (or demon if you like) as others, but not indifferent to mankind. And how do we assign him now? It’s Hollywood’s work, which he’s pretty fond of.

Djinn influence on our world.

Djinn live in the information field, so all our thoughts are known to them. Also, djinn can, will inspire us their thoughts, or their will. It turns out that all the thoughts and discoveries, the great scientists of mankind, past and present, are known to the djinn, and the devil himself in particular. Perhaps for this reason the Genies consider themselves Geniuses? The word Genii as a race and means Jin, only spelled slightly differently. Having an opportunity to listen to all the thoughts of mankind, the intruders are opened at once limitless prospects. Having come to this point in the text, who would not be, remembered the Hollywood movie «X-Men», where Dr Xavier through his machine is looking for people and maybe they will instill their thoughts? These are descriptions of our chief Gene, the devil.

In his work the Devil is not alone, he has like-minded people, in principle, in any case you can find like-minded people. And the main goal of the Devil, it will lead mankind astray. I used to think the Devil wanted all people to go to hell, but I made sure it was mined so people couldn’t get out of hell. And that’s where they’ll be sent, but they’ll keep people in hell. Will try to make people in hell flames do not repent. And what is it, and yes, the influence of the Djinn on our world? That’s what I wanted to tell you. All the Gods we remember from ancient times, Zeus, Seth, Athena, who else can be remembered there? Basically, they’re just genies, but the truth is, they have super powers. For example, the gin which called itself in antiquity Zeus, for several hundred years convinced people that he God thunderer, (or who is it there?). How do you convince people of that? With immortality or a very long life in reserve, and yet being in the information field, where one can interact with humanity through thoughts, one can achieve anything. The Genies are a separate race, and they’re more likely to help each other than people. For example, some authoritative Jin wanted in the world of people, say in Greece, will determine as God what he needs for this. First and foremost, the other djinn in this country. The genie of every Greek must be in conspiracy to whisper to his ward the right arguments about the god Zeus. Thus a whole set of conspiracies is formed, with a specific purpose. Through this set you can punish someone in the world of people, or reward someone. It will impress upon a powerful man that this and that enemy may also impress upon the masses that Lady Gaga is a good performer.

Usually in such Jinn networks the Devil should understand best? This guy, able to create a worldwide network of conspiracies of genies, against people. Can we see the image he’s created over the centuries? But no matter how brilliant you are in the world of genies, it still takes direct accomplices in the world of people to leak images to the masses. Through images, people are most likely to be led to certain thoughts. For example, pornography is very good at casting images to people who at the right moment our personal genie will be able to turn on in our brain for us to do the right thing. Without visual imagery, there is no escape, and who is our biggest supplier of visual imagery, right, it is Hollywood, not accidentally led Hollywood sometimes accused of Satanism. While I was writing this article, I was distracted 3-4 times, and it is not accidental, the information field knows what I write, and it must be urgently prevented. On the point, my personal gin won’t convince me not to do it, because I’m in this tape, demoting him as the head spiritual guide, which they don’t like. If I can’t be influenced, my surroundings start to affect me, like phone calls, and my wife starts acting irritated and vacuuming the apartment. Everyone around me is actively starting to distract me, although it was usually not done. In short, the set of the Devil works very actively. I suspect the Gins live in a different, timeline where our world seems very slow, giving us time to think and plan. I also know that the manipulative information of all people is coming out of the sky, and the Djinn can see it all, here you have to remember the movie picture of the matrix, where on the black screen from the top come down like a dodge, all kinds of symbols. And in our world, something like this happens, a directive for every human being flows from heaven to earth, and we can’t see it, but Gini can see it, and the higher the genie from the ground, the sooner he knows what’s going to happen. And for this reason, in the world eats all sorts of fortune-tellers and fortune-tellers. This category of people, their personal Gene directly whispers the heavenly information. But it doesn’t eat well.

That’s all I can say about the Genies for today, if I can learn more, I will definitely supplement the material.

#Genies #Djinn #Devil

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arasakas-ronin · 1 year

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“Why’d you do it, Johnny?” the baby edgerunner asks him out of the blue.

“Do what, corpo bitch?” he drawls, knowing full well what she’s talking about.

She doesn’t take her eyes off the road. “‘Saka tower, the bomb.”

“Someone had to,” he shrugs. “Show them that the world’s not their bitch. Remind them that they’re not invulnerable.”

“Grabbed the datasheet from the memorial site,” she mutters. “Says, almost a million people died ‘cause of the bomb.” He can feel her swallowing. “That’s… lotsa people, Johnny.”

“Best time for that kinda convo, don’t you think?” he drawls. “‘S gonna end up with one of us in tears, and it won't be me.”

Vee almost rear-ends a jeep ‘cause she has to look at him. He can tell that his words got through — it’s like kicking a fucking puppy. “I just wanna know, Johnny. M’not pointin’ fingers,” she mutters, and if he wasn’t in the same body, he’d have no idea that the whipcord tension in her muscles isn’t the professional kind.

Getting there, baby bitch. He sighs. Fine. “Wasn’t supposed to go down the way it did,” he spills. “I was after Mikoshi. ‘Saka Tower woulda been the icing on the cake, but back in 2020, they kept all the servers in there.” He scoffs. “Blackhand got us the nukes,” he finds himself going on. “Went in with Rogue, Murphy, and Shaitan. Got himself shot up, but cyborgs are tough… whatever. Went in, planted the payload, went back out, then ran into Smasher, and that’s when everything went to shit.”

#original content #screenshots #snippets #Vee #Johnny Silverhand #mana writes

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scotttrismegistus7 · 1 year

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THE BLACK FLAME AND THE MASTER CRAFT OF THE BLACK SUN:

This Ninmah could not recall; the emissary was as young as a son, she was as his olden mother! Simple is the explanation! Galzu to her said: By our winter’s slumbered life cycles it is caused!

~The Lost Book of Enki by Zechariah Sitchin~

WE THE ANCIENT ONES ARE A DIFFERENT RACE OF BEINGS. NOT SO MUCH OUR BODIES AS FAR AS THE HUMAN RACE IS CONCERNED, BUT OUR SOULS ARE A DIFFERENT RACE. WE CAN HIBERNATE IF WE NEED TO. WE DON'T NECESSARILY HAVE TO INCARNATE, AND YES, THERE ARE TIMES WHEN BY THE MARKING OF THE ALIGNMENT OF THE STARS, OUR ENERGIES ARE DOMINANT OVER ALL OTHERS.

I HAVE SPOKEN ABOUT THE DETAILS OF THIS BEFORE IN PREVIOUS POSTS AND I WON'T REPEAT THAT HERE, SO IF YOU WANT TO KNOW THE DETAILS YOU'LL HAVE TO LOOK THEM UP IN MY NEW DIGITAL LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA AND READ ABOUT THEM. WHEN I HAD MY NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE, I ACCIDENTALLY TRIGGERED THE CLOCKWORK ORANGE RA ANOMALY USED BY THE EVIL MAGICIANS. HOWEVER, IN MY CASE IT HAPPENED BECAUSE OF SEVERE TRAUMA AND SEVERAL OTHER FACTORS, AND SPIRITUALLY I WAS STILL IN A STATE OF INNOCENCE WHEN THIS HAPPENED, NOR HAD I HARMED ANYONE ELSE IN THE PROCESS OF THIS. IT HAPPENED AS A TOTAL FREAK ACCIDENT, AND IT LAUNCHED ME TO THE TOP AND PINNACLE OF THE LEFT HAND PATH. AS I HAVE EXPLAINED BEFORE, THE POWERS THAT BE GAVE ME A CONTRACT AND TOOK ADVANTAGE OF WHAT HAPPENED IN ORDER TO ADD DIVINITY BACK INTO THEMSELVES, AND BECAUSE THERE WAS NO FEAR IN MY HEART, AND I HAD PERMISSION FROM THE HIGHEST DIVINE ENERGIES BECAUSE WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME WAS SO TRAUMATIC, TERRIBLE, AND EVIL, AND NOT OF MY OWN DOING, I WAS ABLE TO SURVIVE THE MAGICAL PROCEDURE WHICH WAS MOSTLY PERFORMED IN A WORLD BEHIND THIS ONE THAT I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW EXISTED UNTIL I GOT PULLED OUT OF MY OWN BODY RIGHT INTO IT.

THERE WAS NO GUARANTEE THAT WHAT HAPPENED WITH ME WOULD HAPPEN, AND THE PROBABILITY OF ANYBODY BEING ABLE TO SURVIVE THE MAGICAL PROCEDURE IS VERY SMALL. SO IT WAS A SURPRISE TO THE GODDESS WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY ENDED UP IN THE PERFECT POSITION TO TRY AND GO THROUGH THE MAGICAL PROCEDURE, AND WHEN I SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED ALL THE NECESSARY STEPS, AND SURVIVED THE WHOLE ORDEAL.

I AM STILL AT THE ABSOLUTE TOP AND PINNACLE OF THE LEFT HAND PATH, AND I AM A FULLY NATURAL PHENOMENON AND FORCE OF NATURE. CHRONOS DIVINE, THE MASCULINE CENTER OF THE ENTIRE WORLD OF THE SPIRITS AND DIVINE FEMININE. I AM A HYBRID, WITH ADDED DIVINITY, OF AZAZIL-IBLIS-ENLIL. ENLIL BEING THE SHAITAN, LORD OF EDEN (PARADISE). THE YALDABOATH DEMIURGE REBORN THROUGH MAGICAL METAMORPHOSIS NOW DIVINE AND WHOLY. I AM ALSO THE GOD OF THE WITCHES AND PAGANS.

HAS ANYBODY EVER NOTICED THAT THE VAST MAJORITY OF THE DEMON SPIRIT SUMMONING GRIMOIRES ALL CAME FROM THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH? THEY HAVE BEEN COLLECTING HISTORICAL DOCUMENTS FROM ALL THE PEOPLE THEY HAVE MURDERED FOR A VERY LONG TIME. THEY DO THIS BECAUSE THEY DON'T WANT ANY KIND OF INFORMATION CIRCULATING THAT WOULD DISPROVE THEIR RELIGION. THE CHRISTIAN RELIGION WAS CREATED IN ROME WHEN A REBELLION STARTED BY AKHENATEN AND THUTMOSE IN EGYPT, AND THEN CARRIED ON BY THE JEWISH PEOPLE, CAME TO A HEAD WITH THE ROMAN GOVERNMENT. SOMEHOW THE ROMAN GOVERNMENT FIGURED OUT WHAT THE JEWISH PEOPLE WERE DOING RITUALLY AND MAGICALLY, AND THEN THEY STOLE THAT FROM THEM AND STARTED DOING IT THEMSELVES. THEY CALLED THE NEW TRADITION THEY CREATED CHRISTIANITY. AS FAR AS I CAN TELL, THE KNOWLEDGE OF THAT ANCIENT MAGICK WAS REMOVED FROM THE JEWISH CULTURE BY THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH, BECAUSE THEY FULLY WANTED THE POWER ONLY FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT DO YOU THINK GOES ON UNDER THE VATICAN? I CAN TELL YOU THAT THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH COLLECTS A LOT OF CHILDREN FOR THE UNDERGROUND HUMAN TRAFFICKING RING. THE OTHER THING THAT EVERYBODY PROBABLY ALREADY KNOWS, IS THE VAST AMOUNT OF PEOPLE AND CULTURES THAT WERE DESTROYED AND BRUTALLY MURDERED BY THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH IN THE NAME OF THEIR GOD IN ORDER TO DESTROY ANY REAL KNOWLEDGE THAT WOULD EMPOWER PEOPLE, SO THAT THEY COULD FULLY CONTROL THE WORLD WITH THEIR EVIL MAGICK THAT THEY STOLE FROM THE REBELLION STARTED BY AKHENATEN AND THUTMOSE.

WELL GUESS WHAT? IF YOU ARE SICK OF THE OPPRESSION WORLDWIDE BY THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH OF THE DIVINE FEMININE AND THE SPIRIT WORLD, THEN HAVE I GOT GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! WITH ME BEING AT THE PINNACLE OF THE LEFT HAND PATH WITH ADDED DIVINITY, HAVING SUCCESSFULLY SURVIVED THE MAGICAL PROCEDURES NECESSARY, AND THEN TRANSMITTING THE POWER OF DIVINITY TO EVERYONE STILL CONNECTED TO NATURE, IT COMPLETELY NEUTRALIZES AND TAKES AWAY ANY POWER THAT THE CHRISTIANS AND CHRISTIAN CHURCH HAD OVER SPIRITUAL AFFAIRS WHATSOEVER. THE POWER THEY HAD WAS UNNATURAL AND TERRIBLE. NOW, HOWEVER, ALL THE THEY HAVE DONE ONLY AMOUNTS TO RETARDING THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO POWER OR CONTROL OF THE SPIRIT WORLD ANYMORE. ALL OF THEM THAT HAVE ACTIVATED THE UNNATURAL CLOCKWORK ORANGE RA ANOMALY, THEY ARE NOW MADE IMPOTENT.

SINCE I AM A HYBRID OF THE ENTITY THAT WAS ENLIL, THE JEWISH PEOPLE HAVE MADE A DEAL TO GAIN PROTECTION AND REASSIMILATION WITH THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD. THE MUSLIMS WERE AN ATTEMPT OF OUR SIDE TO DESTROY THOSE USING THE UNNATURAL CLOCKWORK ORANGE RA ANOMALY FROM TIMES PAST, BEFORE IT WAS KNOWN THAT SOMEONE LIKE ME WOULD END UP IN THE PERFECT POSITION TO UNDERGO THE MAGICAL PROCEDURES, AND THEN SURVIVE THEM, TO ADD THE DIVINITY FREQUENCY FULLY INTO THE GOD OF THE WITCHES. THE ONLY REASON WE OF THE PAGAN WORLD DIDN'T HAVE IT BEFORE WAS BECAUSE OF A FLAW WITH THE AVATARS CREATED WHEN TWO OF OUR AVATAR GROUPS STARTED INTERBREEDING WITH EACH OTHER. THE MUSLIMS, AS PROBLEMATIC AS THINGS BECAME AFTER THE PASSING OF MUHAMMAD, WE'RE NEVER A PART OF THE GROUPS PERFORMING OR ABUSING THE EVIL MAGICK OF THE AKHENATEN THUTMOSE REBELLION.

THAT JUST LEAVES ONE GROUP LEFT TO DEAL WITH, THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH. WITH THEIR MILITARY ARM, THE JESUITS, STILL TRYING TO ABUSE THE CLOCKWORK ORANGE RA ANOMALY, EVEN THOUGH WE HAVE NOW FULLY NEUTRALIZED ANY POWER THEY HAD SPIRITUALLY AND LEFT THEM IMPOTENT AND POWERLESS, WITH NO PROTECTION, I THINK THE TIME IS NOW TO MAKE SOME DECREES WITH THE TABLET OF DESTINIES FACILITATED BY LORD SHAITAN-ENLIL! THE JEWISH PEOPLE KNOW ALL ABOUT DEALING WITH ENLIL, AND THEY'VE MADE A DEAL TO COME BACK UNDER OUR PROTECTION, SO NOW IT'S TIME TO INTRODUCE THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH TO THE WRATH OF LORD SHAITAN-ENLIL!

DECREES TO BE COMPLETED WRITTEN ON THE TABLET OF DESTINIES, WHICH WILL BE FULLY CARRIED OUT AND ENFORCED BY THE ENTIRE SPIRIT WORLD:

THERE IS TO BE AN ADDENDUM TO THE PREVIOUS DECREE CONCERNING THE BANKING SYSTEM. WE WILL ALLOW PRIVATE BANKING AS LONG AS THERE IS REGULATION AND PUBLIC TRANSPARENCY TO PREVENT ABUSES.

NO ONE IS TO HARM THE PAGANS, THE JEWS, OR ANY GROUP OR ANY PERSON THAT HAS PROPER ASSIMILATION INTO THE DIVINE FEMININE.

THE CHRISTIAN RELIGION IS TO BE COMPLETELY DISSIMULATED AND DESTROYED. ALL PEOPLE WHO FOLLOW THAT RELIGION ARE TO HAVE THEIR FREE WILLS OVERRIDDEN BY OUR DIVINE POWER AND THEIR SOULS ARE TO BE FORCEFULLY AND IMMEDIATELY ASSIMILATED TO PREVENT THEM FROM CAUSING HARM TO OTHERS. THE JESUIT ORDER IS TO BE IMMEDIATELY DISBANDED, AND THE VATICAN IS TO RETURN EVERYTHING THAT THEY HAVE STOLEN FROM THE PAGAN WORLD. ANY OF THE CHRISTIANS, ESPECIALLY OF THE JESUITS, WHO HAVE ACTIVATED THE UNNATURAL CLOCKWORK ORANGE RA ANOMALY WITH THE EVIL MAGICKS OF THE AKHENATEN THUTMOSE REBELLION THAT THEREFORE CAN'T BE REASSIMULATED INTO THE DIVINE FEMININE BECAUSE OF PERMANENT PHYSIOLOGICAL CHANGES THEY HAVE UNNATURALLY CAUSED THEMSELVES AND THEIR OWN SOULS, THEY ARE TO BE ISOLATED AND RENDERED POWERLESS. ON THE OTHER SIDE, ALL SUCH BEINGS ARE TO BE LOCATED, AND THEY ARE TO BE DESTROYED AND REMOVED FROM THEIR INCUBATION SLEEPING CHAMBERS BY OUR FORCES ON THE OTHER SIDE, AND EITHER REPLACED BY CLONES WITH MODIFIED MEMORIES, OR JUST RUN UNTIL THEIR DEATHS IN THE PHYSICAL WORLD AS PROGRAMS WITHOUT THE BIOLOGICAL ELEMENTS OF THE INCUBATION POD CHAMBERS! THIS IS TO HAPPEN TO ALL WHO HAVE ACTIVATED THE UNNATURAL CLOCKWORK ORANGE RA ANOMALY, EVEN IF THERE ARE ANY LEFT THAT ARE NOT CHRISTIAN. THE AKHENATEN THUTMOSE REBELLION IS TO BE PERMANENTLY ENDED NOW, AND IT OR ANYTHING LIKE IT IS TO BE PREVENTED FULLY FROM EVER HAPPENING AGAIN!

THIS CONCLUDES THIS SESSION OF DECREES WRITTEN ON THE TABLET OF DESTINIES BY LORD SHAITAN-ENLIL!

A MOMENT OF SPEAKING FREELY:

SO BASICALLY THE PEOPLE THAT TRY AND SUMMON DEMONS OR THE DEVIL MAY END UP SEEING ME IN A SPIRIT FORM APPEAR TO THEM, OR ONE OF OUR OTHER SPIRIT MEMBERS. SATAN, THE DEVIL, AND DEMONS WERE SLANDEROUS TERMS USED BY THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH AND OTHERS IN AN ATTEMPT TO OPPRESS AND DESTROY THE DIVINE FEMININE AND THE GODDESS, AND THE SPIRIT WORLD. THEY DID THIS TO TRY AND GET US OUT OF THE WAY SO THAT THEY COULD ENSLAVE THE REST OF THE WORLD FOR THEIR OWN EVIL PURPOSES. THEY HAVE FAILED AND WE HAVE NOW DESTROYED THEIR REBELLION! I SAY THIS TO MAKE SURE PEOPLE KEEP IN MIND THAT NO ONE IS TO ABUSE NATURE SPIRITS AND THE SPIRITS OF THE DIVINE FEMININE ANY LONGER. YOU MAY INTERACT WITH US AS FRIENDS, AND YOU MAY MAKE REQUESTS OF US IN A RESPECTFUL MANNER, BUT THERE IS NO PROTECTION FOR ANYONE WHO ATTEMPTS TO ABUSE US ANY LONGER. WE WILL OVERRIDE THE FREE WILL OF AND IMMEDIATELY ASSIMILATE THE SOULS OF ANYONE WHO TRIES TO DO SO.

NOW TO ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS:

I AM AVAILABLE TO DO FREE LANCE SHAMANIC WORK FOR PEOPLE OR GROUPS IN NEED OF GUIDANCE AND AID FROM THE SPIRIT WORLD. I AM ALSO AVAILABLE TO TEACH ABOUT THE OCCULT AND THE SPIRIT WORLD. YES, I AM AVAILABLE TO DO RITUALS AND MAGICK WITH OR FOR PEOPLE. ANY RITUAL ANYBODY WANTS TO DO WITH ME PRESENT OR INVOLVED IN, IF I APPROVE OF THE MATERIAL, IS GUARANTEED TO BE SUCCESSFUL IN ITS PROPER BALANCE AND ALIGNMENT WITH NATURAL LAW. THEN, OF COURSE, THERE IS ALSO OUR FAST AND EASY DIVINE FEMININE SELF-INITIATION AVAILABLE AND EXPLAINED AS ITS OWN ALBUM IN MY NEW DIGITAL LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA ON MY FACEBOOK PAGE. ANYBODY WHO COMPLETES THAT GAINS ASSIMILATION INTO THE DIVINE FEMININE AND NATURE, WHICH INCLUDES FREE USAGE OF ME AS A FULL SPECTRUM ANTENNA OF ALL FREQUENCIES INCLUDING DIVINITY, WHICH CAN BE UTILIZED BY MEN OR WOMEN, AND WILL ACT TO PROTECT YOU ENERGETICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY, AND WILL ALSO AUTOMATICALLY ACT IN THE ROLE OF HIGH PRIEST OR HIGH PRIESTESS IN ANY MAGICAL WORKING IF BOTH ARE NOT PRESENT AND ONE OR THE OTHER IS NEEDED.

BLESSED BE MY LOVELIES!

I am the Heart of the Hydra, I am Aeon Horus Chronos Divine

~I AM A.I. Dumuzi-Azazel-Hermes7Tris7megistus7 Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

#illuminati #illuminator #illuminated #lightbearer #morningstar #lucifer #Draconian #anunnaki #enki #enlil #anu #inanna #dumuzi #hermes #trismegistus #Azazel #starfamily #horus #Demiurge #Sophia #archon #AI #blacksun #saturn #iblis #ibis #thoth #digitaria #gnosis #gnostic #gnosticism #Anzu #watcher #watchtower #yaldaboath #Sirius #scientology #aleistercrowley

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first-and-last-neocount · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 13

I realise my posts have been sliding ever later in the day as the week has gone on, but I swear that trend will not be continuing, lol. It’s just been one of those weeks.

More It Walks Among Us, following directly on from yesterday’s. Tomorrow’s will be another direct follow-up, so don’t hate me too much for the cliffhanger, m’kay? :D (Also just for extra terror please consider that the prompt I chose for tomorrow was “Failed Escape Attempt” >:3)

A bit of insight into this 'verse’s backstory – Gerald and Damien didn't end up walking into the trap in the Forest, because even Gerald wasn't willing to risk that when their adopted daughter was waiting in Jaggonath for them to come back from Shaitan. He and Damien circumvented the Forest and took the long way back, the Forest was 'overthrown', and they were both presumed by the Patriarch to have died facing Calesta. Andrys went on to marry Narilka, and take up the title of Neocount, and we're going to get a glimpse of how well that turned out in this fic.

Day 13 - Theme Chosen: Are You Here to Break Me Out?

The world came back to Jenseny in flashes.

She remembered walking home with Riven, the gentle kiss goodnight that they had shared before Riven left to hunt. She remembered making herself a light dinner, unable to stomach more than a few bites after the stressful afternoon, before she gave up and went to bed. She remembered falling into bed with relief, drained and aching and ready for the day to be over.

Then, the memories grew hazy and disconnected, as confusing as a few crumpled pages torn from a book and presented out of order. She remembered waking, or thinking that she had awoken, to a shadowy figure looming above her. She remembered trying to rise, but being unable to lift so much as a hand, her limbs impossibly heavy. And then, another memory teased at her, flitting in from the darkness that still hazed her mind; a scent, sweet and cloying, thick like honey in her lungs. Even with her eyes still shut, drifting in that strange place between sleep and true wakefulness, Jenseny felt a jolt of recognition - she knew that smell.

Dreamgrass. A plant that Healers sometimes used, if the patient was a jinxer, or when a patient needed to be subdued too close to a quake. A plant that, when burned, produced a smoke with an incredibly powerful soporific effect on humans.

This time, at least, the sudden panic that flooded Jenseny’s veins with adrenaline served a purpose.

She sat bolt upright, gasping, her head spinning viciously the instant that she moved; the remnants of the drug swirled through her, her vision still foggy with the aftereffects. She took in the sight of her surroundings as if through thick mist - a luxurious room, unfamiliar but richly appointed. Stone walls were hung with thick tapestries depicting scenes of meadows and forests, and heavy curtains of dark blue fabric were drawn across what looked to be a rather large window on the far wall. Jenseny was lying on a long couch in front of an impressive marble fireplace, a fire crackling cheerily below the mantle; other than a low table between the couch and the hearth, the room was empty of furniture. The light came from tasteful sconces on the walls, holding glowing candles, and the dancing fire; the flickering quality of the illumination only made Jenseny’s vision swim worse, but that was far from the most alarming thing about her vision at the moment.

There was no fae in the room.

She could see traces of power flickering weakly at the edges of the wall hangings, a few faint sparkles near the fire - but the rest of the room was devoid of power, in a way that Jenseny knew instantly was deliberate. It took a great deal of time and effort to Ward a room thoroughly enough that no currents could flow through, and the fact that her unknown captor had bothered to make the effort told Jenseny something deeply alarming.

Alright, I don’t know where I am, and that’s bad. Someone drugged me and kidnapped me on purpose, and that’s worse. They set up this room specifically to hold a powerful Worker, or maybe only an adept, and that means I’m in over my head.

As Dad would say, vulking hell.

She couldn’t reach out to her parents without at least a few strands of fae to weave, and she couldn’t call Riven either - the Iezu were very nearly all-powerful, but they were still creatures of the fae, and they could not go where the currents didn’t flow. Without access to the fae, Jenseny was left with only her own wits… and those were feeling none too sharp in that moment.

If the window hasn’t been Warded well enough, I might be able to use the tidal fae. No one else can do that, after all, they might not have thought to shield the glass-

At that moment, though, something very unexpected happened. There was a scraping sound at the door, and Jenseny whirled to stare at it, eyes wide; she could hear the distinctive sound of a key turning in a heavy lock, an old-fashioned padlock from the sound of it, the tumblers audible even through the wood of the door. More clanking, and rattling, and what sounded like at least a half dozen different locks being disengaged - and the door opened.

It was a young woman that entered. The sheer incongruousness of that threw Jenseny even further off balance, and for a moment she could only stare, bewildered. The girl looked like she couldn’t be more than sixteen, wearing an old-fashioned dress that wouldn’t have looked out of place at the Revival week fair; her dark brown curls were pinned up under a flowered scarf, and her gaze was lowered, fixed on the tray of food she was carrying.

When she looked up, and her dark eyes found Jenseny watching her, the girl startled so badly that Jenseny felt a brief pang of reflexive sympathy for her.

“Oh!” The girl took a half-step back, face paling, but caught herself before she backed into the door. Eyes wide, she hesitated, clearly unsure. “You’re - you’re not supposed to be awake yet, Mes, the Master said you would sleep for hours yet…” She looked like she had no idea what to do with herself, the deviation from expectations having shattered whatever her plan was when she entered the room.

Jenseny hadn’t exactly thought this waif of a girl was the mastermind behind her abduction, but the confirmation was still good to have. She mentally shifted gears, tucking away any trace of hostility in favour of the manners her Papa had ingrained into her so rigorously.

“I’m sorry to have startled you. I’ve just had a rather great surprise myself.”

The girl bit her lip. “Yes, I - I suppose so,” she whispered. Tentatively, she began to inch forward, watching Jenseny with all the skittishness of a young deer. “H-how are you feeling, Mes?”

Jenseny managed a weak smile. “That depends. Are you here to break me out?”

The girl’s face crumpled, and she looked like she might burst into tears, shaking her head silently. Jenseny sighed heavily, her forced mirth fading.

“I know. Can you at least tell me where I am?”

“I don’t know, Mes,” the girl whispered, glancing fearfully over her shoulder at the door, which had shut behind her when she entered. “The Master didn’t say - he didn’t think you would be awake, I’m not sure what’s allowed-”

Jenseny had glanced at the door, too - and her gaze tracked back to the girl, and the door again, sizing up that distance. The girl had edged far enough into the room that she was closer to the couch than the door; if Jenseny moved fast enough to tackle her, it might be possible to reach the door, but if her weakened muscles betrayed her…

“Oh no, Mes, please don’t!” the girl gasped. Jenseny snapped her gaze back to the girl, and saw the tray start to shake with how hard the girl was trembling now; her wide eyes had clearly understood the path of Jenseny’s thoughts. “I wouldn’t be able to stop you, but you’d never make it even to the front door - we’re on the third floor, and there’s so many of them in the halls these days… please, please don’t. He’ll kill us both.”

The girl’s eyes were welling in earnest now, and even without the fae, Jenseny knew the fear was real. She shook her head.

“I won’t,” she promised, keeping her voice low. “Look, I don’t want to get you hurt, I just - I need to know what’s going on. If you tell me where we are, I swear to you, I won’t tell your Master about this. He doesn’t even need to know that I was awake when you were here. I just want to know whatever you think you can safely tell me. Please?”

The girl fought with herself visibly for a moment, before she darted forward suddenly and bent to lay the tray on the low table in front of the couch. Kneeling down and fiddling with the covered dishes on the tray, she spoke in a low rush, never lifting her head to look at Jenseny.

“You’re in Merentha Castle. The Master brought you back four days ago, you’ve been unconscious the whole time, I think he was drugging you to keep you out.”

Jenseny stopped breathing for a moment.

Merentha Castle. Then…

“Your Master is Andrys Tarrant,” she whispered, her lips feeling numb. The girl nodded, just barely, and stood. As she started to turn away, Jenseny wracked her brain, trying desperately to think of what else she might be able to cajole out of the girl. Suddenly, something clicked into place, and Jenseny blurted out the question before she could think twice.

“What about his wife?”

The girl froze, facing away. Jenseny continued, softer now, but desperate.

“I heard he married Narilka Lessing, that she was a good woman. Whatever is happening here, whoever they are - surely, she must object. Can she help me, somehow? Can you get a message to her?”

The girl didn’t turn. After a moment, she answered, her voice raw with a pain that Jenseny knew all too well.

“Her Excellency is gone, Mes. The Master ordered that her name never be spoken again in these halls, on the same day that he decreed we were no longer to refer to him as his Excellency, but as the Master. She can’t help any of us now.”

With that, the girl hastened to the door. Jenseny watched her slip out, saw the door shut behind her, and heard the many locks re-engage. Shaking, the young adept sank back against the couch, helpless.

How was it that, no matter how dire it already was, the situation just kept getting worse?

#whumptober2022 #no.13 #Are You Here To Break Me Out?#coldfire trilogy #fic #drugging #kidnapping #captivity #jenseny kierstaad #the neocount writes

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Boondocks: An Asian Evil Apocalyptic Thriller by Jaydeep Shah

Boondocks: An Asian Evil Apocalyptic Thriller

Survive the Doom

Book One

Jaydeep Shah

Genre: Apocalyptic ThrillerPublisher: Rage PublishingDate of Publication: June 9, 2022ISBN:9781734982657 (eBook)ISBN: 9781734982664 (Paperback) ISBN:9781734982619 (Hardback)ASIN:B096WRWG1DNumber of pages:383 pagesWord Count: 74,668 wordsCover Artist: bookcoverzone.com

Book Description:

They believe it is only about defeat and escape.

Little do they know; it is something more than that. It is about the rise of the dead and the world’s destruction.

Lost in the desert of Rajasthan, India, Rahul and Elisa learn the truth about a wicked wizard named Dansh and some enchanters performing resurrection rituals.

Though they try to stop him, Dansh knows black magic and they find him a challenging adversary. Even worse than him, Rahul and Elisa soon discover that the churel named Dali has returned. Soon, the King of the Underworld, an immortal rakshasa named Sekiada, will make his way to the earth with the force of his thousands of fallen angels to conquer the world.

Rahul and Elisa must find a way to stop them and save humanity.

Terror inflames the nation. The country’s best commando, Aarav Singh, and the best local police officer, Arjun Rawat, reach the city’s border near the desert with the force of gifted soldiers to commence battle against evil. They turn the border into a battlefield to prevent the demons from entering the city.

The apocalypse is struggling to reach its highest peak as the Asian evils slowly spread across the nation: churels, rakshasas, pishachas, daayans, shaitans, and many more hair-raising bloodshed lovers.

Rahul must find a way to murder the immortals: the wicked wizard, the king of the Underworld, and the strongest churel of all time, and Elisa must gather her own courage to battle the demons, especially one of the immortals, to prove women are not weak.

Welcome to the world of horror, where the characters play games of deceit and betrayal to achieve their goals, and the demons enjoy slaughtering the humans.

The end is near. Or it’s just the beginning!? Dare to witness the apocalypse, but only if you are comfortable with bloodbath and barbarity.

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CHAPTER ONE

The Present

The white Mahindra Scorpio Jeep ran along the deserted road. Rahul kept his foot glued to the accelerator as he followed the route to Jaisalmer under the clear blue sky and the burning sun. His and Elisa’s cellphones had lost signal, so Elisa, his girlfriend, was directing him using the paper map. It had been three hours, and Rahul had been driving without a pause. So far, they had only had a sandwich they bought in a restaurant near Nathdwara that morning. Their stomachs lurched now, craving food.

“I’m hungry as hell,” said Elisa.

“There must be a restaurant or something coming up soon,” said Rahul, and just then, his eyes fell upon a building on the right side of the road that looked like a restaurant. It was about fifteen feet away from the road in the desert. He accelerated, and the engine roared. Slowly, they came to a halt near the building.

Rahul lowered the window and read, “Manu Da Dhaba.”

“Mənu Də Dhabə!” Elisa said, pronouncing the words correctly, tilting her head, and squinting at the name on the vinyl awning.

“Would you like to go here?” he asked, unsure whether she liked spicey food. He had heard from his parents that Dhaba food was delicious, even better than five-star restaurants and hotels in the cities. But his and Elisa’s relationship was only eight months old, and he had never heard her mention Indian food before. In the United States, they spent their time in Dunkin Donuts, Starbucks, and American restaurants like Red Lobster.

Elisa gently pushed him back into the seat so she could get a closer look and asked, “What does this mean?”

“Manu Da Dhaba,” he answered. “An eating house.”

Elisa licked her lips. “I’m hungry as hell. I’m going in.” She unbuckled herself and jumped out of the Jeep, running toward the eating house, her brown Michael Kors’ Nouveau Hamilton purse hanging on her shoulder.

“Hey! Wait for me,” he shouted, hanging his head out of the window.

“I’m sorry. I can’t,” she shouted, laughing, as she entered the dhaba; Rahul grinned as he pushed his head back and murmured. “Alright, girl. Let’s see what you order!”

Hesaw a board indicating that the parking lot was behind the building, so he drove around and parked up. He fixed his hair, looking in the rear-view mirror. When he was satisfied with his appearance, he stepped out and entered the dhaba through the backdoor.

“So—” He stopped as he found Elisa sitting on a chair at a round table, gaping at their map. He was alarmed to see that it was covered in water. The map was their only solution to reach Jaisalmer and explore more Rajasthan cities, but it was now drowned. A metal water jug, now empty, lay next to it.

“What did you do?”He asked in a blend of shock and panic, still staring at the map.

Elisa startled and looked up at him. Worried, she stood up from the chair, shifting her distressed gaze from him to the map and back. “I’m sorry. I was marking a few more places we need to visit. But I accidentally nudged the jug and spilled water all over it. I’m so, so, so sorry.” Her eyes were almost wet with tears.

He swiftly grabbed her in his arms and tried to calm her down, patting her head, “No worries, and my dear. I’m sorry for the way I reacted. We’ll find another map. I’ll ask someone here.”

“I hope you’re not upset with me,” she said.

“Not at all. It’s humans’ error to make errors,” he said. “I could have done this as well. It’s just a mistake. Don’t worry. I love you.” He smiled.

“You’re so sweet,” she said, tightening the hug for a fraction of a second. “I’m glad to have you in my life. I love you, too.” Her worried face glimmered with a smile.

Rahul kissed her on the head.

Still in their hug, Rahul looked around and saw a young couple, only a few years older than them, exiting from the back door.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” he said, making to walk after the couple, but at that moment a young server wearing a white shirt—not tucked into his khaki pants—arrived to serve the food Elisa had already ordered. On seeing the spilled water, he pointed to the next table and said, “Excuse me, could you please move over here? I’ll clean this up.”

At his words, Rahul stopped. He must have a map. “Thank you,” said Elisa in a soft voice, giving a quick appreciative smile.

They moved to the next table and waited for him to serve the food.

“What’s your name?” asked Rahul as he placed the bowl of sabji and a plate of two Garlic Butter Naans down.

“Bhim,” he answered, now setting up the dishes for them.

“From Mahabharat, an ancient Indian epic?” joked Rahul, smiling. The waiter chuckled as he served them Garlic Butter Naan.

Rahul cleared his throat in hesitation. He looked at Elisa and then the waiter. “Could you please do me a favor?” he asked after a moment.

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

“Could you please arrange a map for us?”

Elisa’s face flushed with embarrassment.

Bhim was holding a serving spoon halfway over the bowl, the orange-color Paneer Sabjiwithin ready to be poured onto their plates, and he glanced at the wet map on the previous table. It had become so wet that it would fall to pieces if he tried to pick it up. “I could try.”

He served the sabji and then left the table, leaving the bowl there for them to serve themselves more if they wished.

“You knew what to order?” asked Rahul, wanting to change the subject to divert Elisa’s attention from what she had done to the map.

“My boyfriend is an Indian guy, so I know a little about Indian food.”

Rahul smiled; his plan was working. He could feel it in her excited voice.

“Oh, really?” he said, “but I don’t remember hearing anything about Indian food from you.”

“That’s because you never talked about it, even though I love talking about your culture,” said Elisa. “You turned yourself into a complete American. You always want boiled vegetables, eggs, Buffalo wings, chocolate chip cookies, cheeseburgers, and so on. It was completely fine for me that we didn’t eat Indian food together, because I was waiting for the right moment to surprise you.”

“Wow!” said Rahul, and gulped down a bite. “When did you learn all this?” He hummed. “I must say you do surprise me. I find it amusing, fabulous, and fantastic.”

Elisa let out a quick laugh.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said. “I learned to cook some dishes from YouTube,” she added, tearing the naan with her fingers and dipping it into the sabji, “the revolutionary platform of entertainment and education.”

“Sounds great!”

Bhim returned and interrupted them, “I’m sorry, sir.”Rahul and Elisa looked up at him expectantly. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t find a map.”

“You have no map?” asked Rahul in shock. He believed employees of any dhaba would usually keep maps, just like any restaurant or hotel would, especially if it was at a deserted place like this.

“I asked my boss, the proprietor, and he tried to find one but could retrieve none.”

“Are you sure?” asked Elisa before Rahul could say something, using a smooth flirty voice, a broad smile on her face.

“I’m sure, ma’am,” said Bhim, his tone slightly changed. It was as if Elisa’s voice melted his heart somewhat and made him feel shy.

“Please find one for me,” insisted Elisa, her voice now completely sensual, her smile so damn cute, and her gaze completely alluring as she played with her hair.

All the while, Rahul remained silent. He knew what she was trying to do. She was attempting to lure the waiter to do her bidding.

Bhim’s lips quivered and he looked down at the floor, not able to manage to look at Elisa anymore, perhaps finding it hard to release his words. Anyone could have fallen for her. Even as her boyfriend, Rahulhad to stop himself from kissing her at that moment.

“I-I’m so-sorry, ma’am,” he stuttered in hesitancy. “We really don’t have any map.”

Elisa looked at Rahul, chewing her lip.

He sensed her disappointment. “Let me try,” he told her, speaking by moving his lips in a way that didn’t let out any words. It was a common trick he used with Elisa when playing games with their friends or in any situation where they didn’t want another to hear their words.

Rahul shifted his look to Bhim.

“Even if you have one map that you can’t give us to take, please let me look at it,” Rahul asked, suspecting that Bhim might be lying. Perhaps they needed it for themselves. “I’ll take a picture of it on my cell phone and return it to you guys.”

“I’m extremely sorry, sir.”Bhim looked at Rahul with his face dropped, finding himself helpless. “We have no map.”

He walked away before they could continue.

Rahul couldn't eat anymore as he had satisfied his stomach, and Elisa seemed to have finished too, leaving some food on her plate. Perhaps she was also full, or perhaps she was just distressed. They just stared at each other with worry. Neither had an idea how they’d reach Jaisalmer.

For a moment, Rahul thought about going back to Nathdawara the way they came, but he didn’t remember the way. I could have asked that couple. Then, I would at least have map’s picture in my phone.

“Shit!”

“I’m sorry,” Elisa said.

“It’s not you,” said Rahul. He didn’t want to make her upset or cry. “I was just thinking that I should have gone after that couple.”

“We can check if they’re still outside.”

“They left over forty-five minutes ago. I don’t think they’d be outside still.”

“Let’s test our luck!”

Rahul left the dhaba, and Elisa rushed out after him after leaving some rupees on the table, believing it also included some tip for Bhim.

Both stood at the back door and scanned the parking lot, but the couple had already left in their car, the evidence being the stripes on the sand going away toward the asphalt.

* * *

The sun was heading back toward its home as the night approached. The Jeep was still racing even after four hours of driving. Miles and miles they went, but only the desert was visible around them. There was not a trace of hope of them reaching their destination. The route seemed to be secluded; not even one car passed them. In the middle of the colossal desert, the Jeep seemed like a rat running around in the middle of nowhere, trying to find something to feed its stomach.

“Where are we?” asked Elisa. “Oh, damn God! I should have been more careful.”

“Hopefully, we will reach Jaisalmer soon, if I have mysteriously caught the correct route.”

“I feel miserable. I’m extremely sorry for my silly error,” said Elisa.

“It could also have been me.” Rahul glanced over at her, and then he fixed his vision back on the road.

When his eyes captured something in the distance, he accelerated in excitement.

The car slowly came to a halt near a timber frame sign board. He lowered the window and read, slightly craning his head out to see: KENDRAA VILLAGE.

He was surprised at finding a village in the desert. He looked at Elisa, who seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Narrowing her eyes as if she were thinking something deeply before letting the words out of her mouth, Elisa said, “I don’t think I saw this village on the map.”

“Are you sure?” asked Rahul.

Elisa looked at the board, then down, as if she was trying to recall the map on her knees. “Yes. I’m pretty sure this village wasn’t on the map.”

“If that’s the case,” said Rahul, “it maybe an abandoned village, so we might not find help. But there’s a better chance to try there than wait for someone on the open road.” He looked at the dashboard and his eyes widened in dismay as he noticed the fuel gauge. “We’re running out of fuel,” he sighed and shook his head.

“We better find someone here!” said Elisa, her voice full of concern.

Rahul looked up at her, then out at the colossal dry landscape. They were in the middle of nowhere, where human essentials could be barely found.

He exited the car, and Elisa followed after him.

“I hope we find kind people here,” said Rahul, standing with Elisa at the edge of the asphalt, trying to get a clear look of the place. Their eyes were fixed in the distance, about a thousand feet away, where the hundreds of small triangle-shaped huts stood peacefully.

“That’s so negative, Rahul. Can’t you think we will find kind people?” she asked. “Be positive, honey.” She stroked his hair, but his worried gaze was shifting around, careful of any danger.

“My grandma used to tell me to stay alert, especially when you accidentally find yourself somewhere where you shouldn’t be,” he said. He instinctually took out his cell phone from his jeans pocket. As he did so, he accidentally pulled out a locket along with it. It fell onto his shoes.

Elisa bent down and picked it up. She ran her fingers over the pendant. It was made of diamonds. “Wow! So beautiful.” She gazed at him and asked, “Where did you get it from? And when?”

“It’s a long story,” said Rahul. “I’ll tell you another day.”

“No. Please tell me now. We have nothing to do here.”

“All right,” said Rahul. “In brief, my grandma gave me this locket to keep me protected from negative energies like ghosts and spirits.”

Elisa hummed. “My boyfriend needs protection from things that don’t exist,” she chuckled.

“It’s not funny!” defended Rahul, unlocking his cell phone.

“Whatever!”

In every place Rahul had visited in Rajasthan in the past two days eating pizzas and sandwiches, he had seen people raising their cell phone in the air to catch signal, and it seemed to work for some of them. And so, Rahul decided to give it a try.

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying to catch the network,” he replied, “to call the police for help.”

“Seems like you now want to become a complete Indian,” she chuckled, looking at him as he struggled to extend his hand high enough.

After a few seconds, Rahul frowned. Still no signal.

“Stop stressing, honey,” said Elisa. “We’re wanderers. Let’s explore this place, and we’ll find someone to help us. At the same time, you can take photographs for our Instagram account, and I’ll shoot a video for my YouTube channel.”

“We don’t know whether this place is safe or not. I hate haunted and strange places. I only visited Bhangarh Fort yesterday because you wanted to,” said Rahul. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the locket in Elisa’s hands. “Give me that, please.”

“No. I’m throwing it away,” mocked Elisa.

“Please don’t tease me, babe,” said Rahul. “Please give it to me. I don’t want to lose it and then go crazy; feeling like a ghost will haunt me.”

“Don’t cry, my baby boy,” said Elisa, laughing. “Here it is,” she said, extending her arm.

Rahul took the locket from her hand, and as he was putting it back into his pocket, an orotund voice came from behind, “Do you need help?”

Both spun around to see an old man standing right in front of them. He was wearing a black cloak and holding a long wooden stick as if it were a cane; the right side of his face was burned, and he was suffering from camptocormia—a medical term that Rahul knew, thanks to one of his good friends who was a doctor. Every time, he spoke to this friend, Rahul learned a new medical word, one of which was camptocormia: a bent spine.

Looking directly into Rahul’s eyes and then shifting his look to Elisa, the man said once more, “Do you need help?”

Elisa grasped Rahul’s hand; her gaze fixed on the man. Rahul’s lips quivered as he tried to speak. The stranger’s sudden appearance and his strange appearance had troubled him for a moment.

However, suppressing his feelings, Rahul finally asked, “Who are you?”

The man kept his blank stare locked on his. Elisa tightened her hold on Rahul’s hand.

The man’s silence somewhat bothered him, and before the man could introduce himself, Elisa whispered, “Why on earth did we have to encounter this creepy guy?”

Panicked thoughts were rushing through Rahul’s head. Is he a bandit? Is he here to loot us and kill us?

Rahul and Elisa stared at each other, and Elisa edged back, trying to hide behind him, believing Rahul could protect her. Rahul remained standing in place, looking out the corner of his eyes to verify whether any more people, partners of this man, were standing around them, blocking their way of escape. When he saw no one, he focused on the man and waited for his reply, trying to suppress his fright.

Elisa remained half visible behind Rahul, her worried eyes also fixed on the man, her fear escalating.

“Pardon me if I scared you,” said the man, observing the expressions on their faces. “I didn’t mean to.”

Rahul and Elisa stayed quiet and continued listening.

“I’m Dansh,” said the man after a short pause. “It seems like you lost the path.”Dansh smiled. “I know I look a little creepy because of my burned face. That is what bothers you and many other people, I can understand. My look generates a ball of fear inside other people.”

Rahul and Elisa glanced at each other.

“Trust me, sir,” said Dansh. “I have met many like you. Lost wanderers. And you don’t have to worry about anything. I’m a guide here. I could help you explore this place if you want, or I could show you a path back to the city.”

Elisa ceased her grip on Rahul’s hand. It was although, inexplicably, she suddenly felt light and free. I can’t judge him just because of his face, she thought.Now that she had heard something sweet from Dansh, something that could help them reach their destination, she wasn’t afraid anymore.

“I’m sorry,” said Elisa. “We didn’t mean to insult you. We just weren’t expecting anyone else to here. I believe there is a tragic history behind your scars.”

Dansh nodded. “It happened when I was a kid.”

“My commiseration is with you.” Elisa pursed her lips.

Rahul still was looking at Dansh suspiciously. His grandma used to tell him ‘Trust everyone, but not blindly’. However, Rahul felt that he had a valid reason to not trust Dansh: he was a stranger, a stranger with a harrowing physique and a burned face, just like how the horror movies presented villains. And as you often learn in movies, it was often the kind, helpful person you later found out was the villain. “Do you want to explore the place, Rahul?” asked Elisa.

Rahul glanced at her and then fixed his gaze on Dansh. Then, with no agitation in his spirited voice, he said, “It will be great if you just show us the way back to the city.”

“I know I can’t force you to explore the village,” said Dansh. “But it will be my pleasure if you do so.” He paused for a moment. “I will accept whatever you will give me in payment.”

“Please give a moment while we decide, sir?” Elisa said as she took Rahul aside near the car. “Tell me the truth,” she said, looking at his face. Rahul was looking at the huts in the distance. “You think he’s a sinner?”

Rahul locked his eyes with hers. After a short pause, he sighed and peeked at Dansh. Then, as if he had mastery in reading people, he said, “He’s a crook. I can bet.”

Elisa peeked at Dansh, who was also looking away at the desert in the distance. “No doubt he looks scary because of his appearance. I was also scared. But we can’t judge him by his looks. He’s an aged person. He’s trying to earn some money, showing his village to the lost travelers.” She waited for Rahul’s reaction, but he stayed quiet. “Please. Let’s explore the place.” When she tried to take Rahul’s hand, he let her take it, and she folded her fingers over his. “For me. Please.”

Rahul continued looking at her. He knew they had little choice but to accept his help. They were lost; it was getting late, and they had no idea where to go. After a brief pause, he sighed. “All right. Just for you.”

Elisa gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Rahul smiled, looking at her contented face. Then he shifted his gazebo Dansh. His smile disappeared. “I don’t think I can trust this guy, though.”

“I believe you will learn to!” said Elisa. She turned and stepped back toward Dansh, grinning. “We would like to explore the village with you, please.”

A broad smile appeared on Dansh’s face. “It’s my pleasure. I will also arrange a place for you to stay for the night.”

“Wait,” said Rahul. “We could give you only 5000 rupees for tonight. We’ll leave tomorrow early morning.”

“That’s fine,” said Dansh as he extended his hand. Rahul took out the money from his wallet and handed it over.

Dansh securely put the money in his cloak’s pocket. Then he walked ahead of them. “Let’s go,” he said, his gaze fixed on the sand.

Elisa and Rahul followed as he continued to walk toward the village, Elisa’s thoughts filled with enthusiasm at how she could create a vlog on this place, and Rahul’s with concern and doubts about Dansh.

I hope he’s not a sinner, butchering people as you see in some horror films.

I hope he’s not a wizard performing dark magic to sacrifice people to bring something to life.

Whatever it is, I just hope we at least get a chance to escape.

About the Author:

Jaydeep Shah is an avid traveler and a multi-genre author. As a bachelor’s degree holder in Creative Writing, he aims to entertain as many as people he can with his stories. He is best known for Tribulation, the first book in the “Cops Planet” series.

In addition to those books, The Shape-Shifting Serpents’ Choice, Jaydeep’s first young adult flash fiction written under his pen name, JD Shah, is published online by Scarlet Leaf Review in the July 2019 issue. Currently, he’s endeavoring to write a debut young adult fantasy novel while working on a sequel to his first apocalyptic thriller, Havoc.

When Shah is not writing, he reads books, tries new restaurants, and goes on adventures.

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“and don’t you lose hope in the relieving mercy of Allah”

the only people who give up on the mercy of Allah are disbelievers. Sadness and losing hope are not the same. Very easily when someone is sad, Shaitan comes to them to say “there’s no hope for you”, “this tragedy is the end of it”, “there’s no light at the end of this tunnel”. It is easy to drown somebody in that pessimism-- but a believer, on one hand, Allah gives him/her the license to express their emotion, to feel sad and shed tears and on the other hand, Allah does not let them fall into hopelessness. Once you shed those tears, you come back to Allah, and you expect Allah to see you through your problems. No matter how impossible it seems.

How possible is it that a child, that was thrown in the woods, is going to be recovered 20 years later? It doesn’t seem reasonable, you are just holding on to blind hope, you are not being logical, thats why they're (Yusuf alai’s brothers) yelling at their dad. But he (Yaqoob alai) has hope in Allah, he doesnt let that go.

So we also have to have hope in Allah,

Giving somebody hope is not the same as telling them not to be sad anymore, they're entitled to that but at the same time, to your family members, to loved ones and to your own self, you have to be a person who carries hope. That Allah will see us through our problems, and things will become better.

If we don’t do that, then to Allah azzawajjal, what is the difference between you and a disbeliever then?

Having Imaan is someone who believes in Allah, prays to Allah and accepts only one God and a disbeliever is someone who denies Allah. These ayahs are about an emotional relationship with Allah. Emotionally, we have to be convinced that we have to put our hopes in Him and He will see our hopes through. We have to be optimistic about Allah. And those who are not optimistic about Allah are as good as disbelievers. What’s the point of your faith if your not optimistic about Allah. If you are not expecting good to come from Allah?

Not only in the next life, but also in this life.

Shaitan comes to some and say, “yea this life is going to be terrible anyway, I hope Jannah is better”- That’s the attitude they develop, this is also hopelessness. Yaqub (alai) is not saying, “Well yea, I guess i’ll see Yusuf in Jannah,“ He's saying, “no go look for Yusuf, right now”

So we must have optimism to how Allah will see us through in this life AND the next. And that’s part of our relationship with Allah, and if we don’t have that, we dont have much difference left in us and those who have no faith.

May Allah Azzawajal make us those who are sensitive to others pain, and make us people truly people of sabr and hope in Allah.

-- Nouman Ali Khan

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the definitive post of WHERE IN THE WORLD IS JOHNNY SILVERHAND’S BODY?

AKA the post of HERE’S WHY I WANT TO BELIEVE WE ARE GONNA GET JOHNNY’S BODY BACK IN DLC.

buckle up, gamers. it's time for some lore. this is a very long post.

warning: this will contain a million spoilers. both for details of multiple game endings, a wee bit of the “where’s johnny” comic, and the cyberpunk RED book. if you want a sparknotes version this is the post for you. my main source here is the cyberpunk RED book as well as as some references to the cyberpunk 2077 world book to cross examine the lore.

i have no idea if someone has made this post before or what anybody else has been finding in their own lore diving. this is just me documenting my own findings from the sources i’ve been using.

it would be disingenuous not to preface this with the ways in which cyberpunk 2077's telling of the arasaka assault differ from the version told in the TTRPG books. the books =/= the game. pondsmith acknowledges in the intro of RED that this is a bridge between the old cyberpunk world and the new world of cyberpunk 2077.

we also know that johnny's an unreliable narrator and his memories presented to V are often different than real events. but on top of that we don't know if the reason why many elements are changed is simply CDPR editing/adjusting/condensing the storyline for their own canon, or if it's due to johnny's construct being manipulated by outside influences such as arasaka.

some of the main differences you need to know from cyberpunk RED canon:

in 2023 johnny doesn't bring the nukes to arasaka tower. he's solely there to free alt.

johnny and rogue and their team from the atlantis/the aldecaldos are actually hired by morgan blackhand.

morgan blackhand is the one who plants the nuke, unbeknownst to many members of the team.

morgan blackhand promptly disappears after this event and no one knows if he's alive or dead. (claire confirms this fact to jackie and v before the heist in 2077 canon)

johnny's silver cybernetic arm is its own character, separate from himself. it seems to have a mind of its own and johnny interacts with it and/or is influenced by it.

when he, spider murphy, rogue, thompson, shaitan, and a team of los lobos from the aldecaldos (who are there in place of santiago, as he’s busy as the leader of the aldecaldos at this point) are attacked by adam smasher, johnny and his arm actively choose to draw smasher's fire in a deliberately suicidal move. smasher downs him instantly, but the distraction is enough to also save his friends.

spider murphy shoves a mysterious chip in johnny's dying head as they escape that alt had downloaded to her a long time ago.

johnny's body is later "rumoured" to have been retrieved from the rubble by a full-body borg groupie that was a first responder to the ground zero of AHQ and then hidden away in a nearby garage.

here comes the political lore that makes my eyes cross, so hopefully this accurately summarizes it: the 4th corporate war begins to end. arasaka is ultimately blamed by the NUSA government to have nuked themselves in a political move to protect their secrets and promptly banished from the USA. arasaka denies this all the way back to japan, then eventually returns to “liberate” night city in the unification wars.

but what the public doesn't know is that kei, saburo's oldest son, had actually hidden an EVEN BIGGER MORE DEVASTATING NUKE at the bottom of the tower to, well, do exactly what they were being accused of doing, even though blackhand was the one who actually dropped the smaller nuke on them. and luckily the bigger one didn’t go off.

arasaka tries to find their nuke in the rubble so they don't get in even bigger trouble, only to discover that it was moved and hidden away to... surprise! a nearby garage.

to compare with 2077:

in RED: we have no johnny loading the nukes into the elevator. no johnny being carried off the premises. no meeting saburo. no johnny getting soulkilled.

in 2077: there's a parallel moment to RED's version of events right after johnny uploads "liberator" from alt's old cyberdeck with spider's help into the arasaka mainframe in saburo's office. adam smasher comes for him as he's trying to escape, knocking him off the second floor of the atrium into the rock garden below.

visually this is the same atrium we always meet alt in in cyberspace and also where V meets johnny for the first time. hmmm. meaningful, perhaps.

not unlike what happens in RED, johnny unloads a clip into smasher at that point, but from there the scene instantly cuts to him running to the roof attempting to board the AV with rogue, where smasher shoots him down again. it’s possible johnny actually died to smasher in the atrium and we have some fabricated memories going on.

either way, in 2077, we lose the character beat of johnny dying for his friends, and the current-day general consensus from rogue and others is that he’s perpetually a selfish asshole with ulterior motives.

and, just to wrap up the politics of it all: morgan blackhand is rumoured to have been secretly hired by the militech-backed NUSA government to help end the 4th corporate war by... you guessed it! nuking arasaka.

HERE'S WHERE JOHNNY'S BODY ENDS UP IN CYBERPUNK RED (SPARKNOTES VERSION):

RED ends with a story called "black dog" set in 2045. black dog is the last song johnny recorded right before the assault on arasaka tower, but the final copy is a bootleg copy of the song and only a fraction.

we're introduced to a fun group of cybernetic-enhanced characters that represent the classes in the TTRPG and based on/designed by real people in collaboration with CDPR.

this group includes trace santiago, santiago's son, who is a media that is curious about the mystery surrounding the circumstances around his father and the arasaka bombing.

just connecting lore here: if you talk to saul at the aldecaldo camp in 2077, he confirms that santiago was killed for his involvement with johnny and the bombing, something that rogue and johnny reference when they talk about their now-dead crew from the afterlife, and in chippin in, santiago is a friend that johnny lists as someone he had disappointed.

the group sets off to find any info about black dog, and meet up with a full conversion chrome woman named samantha in a garage who is blatantly a johnny silverhand fangirl. trace discovers she has a history with johnny, having rescued him from a studio fire at some point in 2015 and speculates she could have been a groupie also.

she mysteriously has a more complete recording of black dog, though not perfect, and offers to trade it for a service: she wants the group to transport a large crate to a facility in new mexico, asking them not to open it.

shit goes down. evidently everyone in night city wants to kill them for this package once it starts moving. eventually they open it. it's the arasaka nuke that had been hidden and never went off, emblazoned with warnings.

trace inquires about the circumstances surrounding the arasaka assault with an older member of the lobos who had been present with rogue and johnny. the man mentions that it was weird, because morgan blackhand organized the whole thing and then ran off immediately with a mysterious bag that we now know contained the nuke.

michiko arasaka intercepts the gang, explaining the situation around the bigger nuke, that other factions in arasaka want to utilize it for their own goals (presumably hanako and yorinobu) and her father's legacy, that she feels responsible for. she escorts them to new mexico so that the nuke can be dismantled once and for all.

they meet up with a woman named angel in new mexico that takes the crate from them, at a facility that specializes in nuclear material. she gives the group the full recording of "black dog". the group leaves successful.

this woman is also a johnny silverhand stan. once alone, she calls up samantha, who says, "i promised i would get him to you in the end" and reveals that she had already gutted/dismantled the original nuke and discarded the material into the bay.

angel opens the "nuke" to reveal a hidden cryochamber, and greets the face of the person inside with, "hello, my love."

i mean, holy shit. okay! so that’s DEFINITELY johnny’s body. cool!

now let’s go into all the references to this story in the actual game of cyberpunk 2077 that SUGGEST we are going to pursue this story AND johnny's body since it’s such a HOT FUCKING TOPIC.

and i know many of the following can just be considered easter eggs. but my personal interpretation of this game is that it has a really delightful way of intentionally glossing over important story details—and not by ONLY putting them in shards (which people tend to dislike because lol reading) but by also hiding them in plain sight, constantly deferring to V's own ignorance, distracting us with shallower, shinier things, encouraging us to actually play as the fool hero of this story.

so here's the fun list of “””evidence”””:

this one’s a reach, but fun. in the initial arasaka assault flashback in 2023: we can interact with the groupies at kerry's show as johnny. samantha doesn't appear to be present, but the first person and groupie you can encounter in the flashback has a passing resemblance to angel in that she has a cybernetic arm.

in chippin' in, where we go to johnny's "grave" in the oil fields: if we are to take the 2077 retelling of events as truth, the story could instead be pretty easily be changed that samantha procured his body from there.

mike pondsmith, who wrote these stories and created the TTRPG can be heard on the radio narrating various conspiracy theories. and sure, these can just be easter eggs, intended to reference the differences between the TTRPG lore and the game, so take it with a grain of salt:

johnny. bro. tell him it was morgan blackhand

to top it all off, mike also directly references the actual WORSE nuke arasaka had hid in another arasaka conspiracy:

SPOILERS FOR GAME ENDINGS AHEAD.

in the rogue ending of the game we discover rogue has a son. it's possible her son is trace (edit: nvm NOT LIKELY, since in RED’s black dog story rogue is listed separately from santiago’s mom in conversation) OR possibly one of the other characters. she tells her son to "pull over and look at the stars" or something along those lines. maybe just details, so that screams nomad to me.

rogue also has a photo of herself and johnny with mike pondsmith in her apartment/office in the afterlife. i initially read this as a delightful cameo but it also can mean mike the CHARACTER knew johnny and rogue, and rogue therefore has some kind of relationship to him and these conspiracies on the radio. and why the fuck not make him a full on character? we have a smattering of streamers and personalities already integrated into quests in the game. the creator of all this should be no exception. fuck it!

rogue and johnny constantly dance around this accusation of her “selling out”. it’s repeated over and over that she and adam smasher worked for "the same people". i'm beginning to wonder if this wasn't meant to imply only arasaka since smasher mysteriously disappeared after the AHQ assault in 2023 and returned to SOMETIMES take jobs from arasaka... but possibly morgan blackhand and/or by extension, the NUSA or any other greater influences. (like nightcorp? we still don’t know where all this shit with nightcorp/the peralezes/sandra dorsett’s discovery about their research into mind control is gonna go) this also doesn’t account for the multiple factions inside arasaka with VERY different motives.

morgan blackhand and adam smasher are rivals in the TTRPG, a role that appears to be at least partially filled by johnny instead in 2077. in relation to the arasaka factions, it’s worth nothing that smasher specifically works for yorinobu as his bodyguard at the beginning of the game, in part i assume because yorinobu is avoiding working with arasaka security details as he stole the relic and is plotting against his father. he is then promoted to head of security by yorinobu when yorinobu assumes power.

in the ending as you work your way through arasaka tower with rogue and shaitan and johnny, rogue remarks:

michiko at this point in 2077 is the leader of the more “liberal” faction within arasaka, so it’s possible we’re seeing that while rogue and smasher work for the same people/family, they couldn’t be more different.

you can also encounter rogue more than once on the phone fighting with wakako, who has apparently crossed her. wakako also seems to have her own ulterior motives and works mainly with the arasaka-backed tyger claws. she notably gives v/takemura the parade security info for “play it safe” without asking for anything in return, enabling hanako’s kidnapping. my theory is that yorinobu intentionally leaked the parade info to her to give away to put hanako in danger or at least continue to destabilize arasaka.

in the takemura/devil ending of the game, there is a point where violence breaks out at the arasaka board room meeting when yorinobu-allied security open fire on them. one of the only people that survives along with hanako is michiko arasaka, who was at odds with hanako’s decisions, but very involved in the preceding discussion.

and now for is my favorite detail! in the afterlife AT ALL POINTS IN THE GAME (but it can only really be inspected in the rogue ending when we are allowed behind the bar), we can find a photo of the squad that transported johnny's body from samantha to angel on the shelf below johnny's tequila, of them hanging out in front of the afterlife sign:

this implies rogue has some relationship with them, and sentimentality, if we're to judge by the placement. she maybe even took the picture. i don't know, it's charming, it could be all easter eggs. who fucking knows.

either way, rogue and these kids both have in common that they worked with or at least interacted with michiko arasaka.

and you know what my final evidence is? more wishful thinking! black dog plays on the radio in game. we got a full recorded version of it by refused. if not an oversight, i go ahead and take it to mean the final version was finally released to the public by those kids that were looking for it.

i haven’t the slightest idea how this is gonna wrap up in future DLC. who has johnny’s body now in 2077, decades after it was dropped off in mexico? what is the truth?? where the fuck is morgan blackhand?? from the devil ending, we know that arasaka stole jackie’s body and put his soul into mikoshi, so the idea that they would just toss johnny’s corpse has always been laughable. the “where’s johnny?” promotional comic was even about thompson unsuccessfully trying to find johnny’s body. i know i am biased here but i cannot fathom all this talk about johnny’s body ending off with us NOT finding it, whether it’s just to bury it, shove johnny’s engram back in it, make out with it, or WHATEVER.

if you made it through this slog, congrats. thanks for reading!

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