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[cpapartners]

Supreme Court continues to limit gov't agencies

A ruling in the Corner Post case that makes it easier to sue over government regulations will cause 'chaos,' says one expert.

[balls-man69420]

Wow i definitely didn't forget this website exists after my last post or something i would never (i just got distracted sorry for leaving you i didn't mean it)

[bookoformon]

Alma Chapter 57. Part 1. "The Epistle."

Helaman recounts the taking of Antiparah and the surrender and later the defense of Cumeni—His Ammonite striplings fight valiantly; all are wounded, but none are slain—Gid reports the slaying and the escape of the Lamanite prisoners. About 63 B.C. וג‎ "yes."

1 And now it came to pass that I received an epistle from Ammoron, "the wisest of the people" the king, stating that if I would deliver up those prisoners of war whom we had taken that he would deliver up the city of Antiparah unto us.

2 But I sent an epistle unto the king, that we were sure our forces were sufficient to take the city of Antiparah by our force; and by delivering up the prisoners for that city we should suppose ourselves unwise, and that we would only deliver up our prisoners on exchange.

3 And Ammoron refused mine epistle, for he would not exchange prisoners; therefore we began to make preparations to go against the city of Antiparah.

4 But the people of Antiparah did leave the city, and fled to their other cities, which they had possession of, to fortify them; and thus the city of Antiparah fell into our hands.

5 And thus ended the twenty and eighth year of the reign of the judges.

The 28th Year= 3711, גזאא‎, gaza, "strength."

Epistles are composed of words and phrases made up of the Hebrew alphabet. Each one yields the secrets of the creation by itself. In combinations, we have the ability to get in touch with the mysteries of God Himself, in His own language and style:

"As a carpenter employs tools to build a home, so G‑d utilized the twenty-two letters of the Hebrew Alphabet, the alef-beis, to form heaven and earth. These letters are the metaphorical wood, stone and nails, cornerposts and crossbeams of our earthly and spiritual existence."

Epistles therefore are revelations of the will of God, they are instruments we can use to dig.

The city of Cumeni= "to count or reckon the amounts of wisdom", and the city of Antiparah= "the altnerative to a young heifer."

We have been reading about 2,000 Stripling Hands which are really Jacob, the son of Isaac. The city of Antiparah is the moment in history when, like Jacob, we redream up the world and recconcile ourselves with what has happened, and then work to make it anew.

In this portion of chapter 57, Helaman, "Let there be Light" is trying to pry the future out of the hands of the "wisest of the people" and protect the dream of the future. It works: some of the Ammonites "neighborhood boys" defect.

6 And it came to pass that in the commencement of the twenty and ninth year, we received a supply of provisions, and also an addition to our army, from the land of Zarahemla, and from the land round about, to the number of six thousand men, besides sixty of the sons of the Ammonites who had come to join their brethren, my little band of two thousand. And now behold, we were strong, yea, and we had also plenty of provisions brought unto us.

7 And it came to pass that it was our desire to wage a battle with the army which was placed to protect the city Cumeni.

The 29th Year=3726, גזבו‎‎, gazbo, "the strong come forth."

6,000 men=967, טו‎ז, tuz, salt, if we calculate the value for the entire phrase we get: 6,000 men come from Zarahemla and "round about"= 2714, בזאד‎, in zad, "in justice, in righteousness."

60 sons of the Ammonites= 4292, דבט‎‎ב, "debt", "repentant."

The entire section then refers to the "salting" of the people of America with a dream of righteousness‎, but first, as we know, we must repent. Our White Houses, Supreme Court Justices and Congresses have not done right by us or the world, not for a very long time. If we are to dream big, some very small men and women must be dashed on the rocks. And you know who they are.

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[hackus-wang]

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[ria1963]

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[aggressivelyclueless]

ruins

in which danny sinks a little bit into history

contains: forgotten places, forgotten names, forgotten stories

There were ruins all over Amity Park.

Danny hadn't always noticed them, of course.  He didn't usually get over to Twelfth Street, where the broken cornerposts of the burnt-down house still pointed crookedly upwards; the Split Skull Lighthouse, as well as the cliffside that bore it, was merely one of a dozen lakeside landmarks; the third empty lot in the mall had been closed down for years and never repurposed, still sporting a faded and cracked RadioShack logo; the field on the outskirts of town was empty for most of the summer, and yet the footprint of the carnival that occupied it for one or two weekends was permanent.

To almost everyone in Amity Park, they were simply quirks of the town itself, interesting oddities which came about as a byproduct of living; to Danny, they were places that came to life.

The light atop Split Skull burned ceaselessly, even on sunny days.  When the moon was gone one night out of the month, and if he looked out at it past midnight, he could swear that its flame burned green.  He asked his friends once why it did that, but they just gave him strange looks and shook their heads.  We've never seen that happen, they said, and were insistent even as the new moon crawled invisibly across the night sky and the lighthouse's colour began to turn.

That was the first time that it occurred to Danny that perhaps he could see things they couldn't.  He'd always assumed, until then, that the constant whispers behind his back of him being the odd kid out were unfounded.

But were they, really?

Once he began to pay attention, he found he had a knack for finding those sorts of places.  He gravitated, as if by instinct alone, to the headstones in the very back of the cemetery that had been eaten up by the weeds and forgotten; he referred to the empty lot behind the Krazy Taco as Daytons even though the building had been torn down before he was born.  There was one out of an identical row of lockers at school that he never turned his back to, and one out of an identical row of houses that he never looked in the eye.

Superstitions, he'd always assumed, but perhaps they were more than that.

He and his friends stole into the RadioShack one night after dark.  Danny asked who was still around - his friends tried to tell him the place was empty - but it wasn't.  It couldn't be empty, not when the tinny radio speakers still jangled with oldies that hadn't made it to the top-ten and crackled with Casey Kasem bumpers and go-betweens.

Couldn't they hear it too, Danny asked, but Sam and Tuck shook their heads, both of them wide-eyed and suddenly uneasy.  They told him there was something wrong.

Perhaps it was Danny's mind that added -with him on the end, but it still stung.

He went the second time by himself, standing in the back where the stereo wiring displays used to be and humming along to less-than-the-best of Gary Numan, and after half an hour the fixtures began to rise up from the rectangular spots on the floor that marked their places like graves.  The mold overtaking the rear wall crawled back into the cracks and vanished, smoothed over by unpeeling wallpaper; the boards nailed over the front window came down and the glass became whole; the fluorescents overhead flickered weakly to life, glowing with an off-green tint that tilted everything one crucial degree out of reality.

Then it was as if the place was open for business, just for tonight, just for him.

It occurred to Danny only hours later, after he'd spoken with the geek that had frequented the place so many times in life and after the lights had begun to fade, that it should have been impossible.  No place should be able to resurrect itself like in the dead of night.  He shouldn't have been able to walk right out the door, because the whole storefront was boarded up.  It had been for years.

And yet, nothing had felt wrong at all.  Only when he thought about it after the fact did it seem off.

He wanted to tell Sam and Tuck.  He truly, desperately wanted to, and came very close to telling them everything - but that wouldn't be right.  They wouldn't believe him, he thought, or at least they wouldn't be able to see the things he saw.  It would scare them, the same as he thought it should have scared him.

So Danny told them nothing at all.

It was the night of the new moon that he went out to the Split Skull Lighthouse.  He asked the place if he could stay and talk for awhile, looking for the brushing-off of cobwebs or the brightening-up of the paint on the walls; at the stroke of midnight, the light at the top burst into ethereal green flames, and he sat underneath it for three-and-a-half hours listening to tales of Superior's dead.  They appeared as pale and waxy shapes in the dark; some gave their names, asking to be remembered; others told only their stories, saying that was closure enough.

Once he was looking for things, things started to look for him too, and all of a sudden it was like Amity Park itself was back from the grave.  Danny went out, sometimes for three or four nights in a row, to seek out and explore the ruins; some unfurled before him, some didn't, some were occupied, others were empty.  The empty ones held an air of melancholy about them.  He always felt that he'd found them too late, that whoever had been waiting there had been forced to move on without him.

Somehow, he always felt it was his fault.

But he did his best not to dwell on it for too long.  There was only so much time he could afford to spend on his own past sunset, after all, and he was slowly becoming acquainted with the past in a way no one else could.  He learned the second parts of half-written songs burned up in a scorned rage thirty years ago; he stepped around paved-over graves that had been forgotten for decades; every weekend, if he was still, he'd hear strange music drifting in from the field on the edge of town, and it became a little game for him to guess whether the carnival had come or not.

For most, there were ruins all over Amity Park.  The town was just as much alive as it was in decay; for every house and every family, there was a place that was given up and abandoned.

For Danny, almost every single one of those places began to feel a little more like home.

[tremendousmothergoat]

Eaten failed fighter from a big buff tiger man.

Toriel clicked her tongue disapprovingly at the tiger man on the other side of the ring. Big guys like him were always just snacks for Big Momma, aka her wrestler persona! When the bell rang, they rushed at each other, Toriel holding back for a moment before thrusting her stomach and hips forward to smack the tiger to the ground! Picking up his legs, she spun him around, then threw him bodily into one of the corners of the ring, where he slumped, dazed. Too easy! She strode over to him, planted her hands on his shoulder, opened wide, and chomped-

Only for his hands to meet her jaws, holding them back from coming down around his head and shoulders! He grunted, pushing back against her, as she more firmly pushed down towards him.. For a moment, it seemed like his muscles might fade him, until he suddenly twisted, using her momentum against her and causing her to fall straight forward, face slamming into the cornerpost! She reeled back, clutching her mouth as her teeth lit up with soreness, before she suddenly felt his arms coming up underneath her armpits, a powerful grip holding her tight! She thrashed about, but he turned her away from the corner post, leaving her to flail blindly in front of her and kick back at his leg to try to force him to stumble. And her eyes went wide as she heard jaws cracking open that weren’t hers for once, freezing up as drool landed on her head. He couldn’t be trying to finish her off so quickly..!

The crowd erupted in cheers as Toriel’s shocked scream was cut off by the tiger man chomping over her head and shoulders, taking advantage of the poor position she was in to start guzzling her down. His bearhug slowly shifted down her body as his jaws came down over shoulders, breasts, and started on stomach, until her arms were too pinned to be a threat. Hoisting her fat hips into the air, he growled in pleasure at the thrashing inside his throat, and loudly, rhythmically gulped in time with the crowd’s clapping until her toes were tipping over the back of his tongue and she plopped down into his stomach. With a toothy grin, he planted his hands on his stomach, purring loudly as it thrashed around.. And, ignoring the growing, panicked cries from inside his stomach, he kneaded inwards, the walls smushing and crushing the goatmom down as his powerful digestive system kicked in! Any fans of Big Momma looked on in dismay as the tiger’s stomach squirmed around in disarray, the goatmom seemingly unable to escape.....and soon, growing still, rounding out, and shrinking down as the goatmom was made into mush. Leaning back with his arms behind his head, the tiger FLEXED, and his stomach SQRLNCHED back to a tight six-pack. All gone! Goes to show that no matter how many wrestlers you eat, you aren't invincible to some easy tricks..

[sheldonzam-blog]

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[overlandaustralia]

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[vibrantstillness]

Prompt #8: Kagome

"Sing!" chanted the children, laughing and clapping. "Sing!"

Michishio stood from where she'd knelt to tie a blindfold around the eyes of a boy who couldn't be more than eight summers of age and turned an indulgent smile on the circle of little bodies ringing them. The Yanxian sun beat down on the yard of the merchant's home in a stifling glare, but here under the awning of the porch they were afforded some measure of respite. A few stray chirps sounded from the trees nearby, a bright counterpoint to the steady rasp of little white stones being raked into whorling patterns in the rock garden nearby. A stoop-shouldered gardener huddled beneath his wide-brimmed hat and raked unhurriedly, the repetitive rasp nearly lost beneath the chattering of the children's game.

The Raen's voice rose together with her smaller charges in a low, gentle cadence of a familiar rhyme... but the words soon tangled, the chorus of smaller voices fading in confusion at the unfamiliar words she sang.

Round, round All 'round the temple gate But when do we meet? In the dark of night Even kings may fall Who stands before you While you look behind?

Silence reigned for a moment - even the gardener had paused in his raking, leaning against his implement with a cocked head to take in the birdsong - until a tiny Hyuran girl piped up.

"Those ain't the words!"

"Yeah," echoed a second child. "Where'd you get those from?"

"I'm sorry," offered the newly-minted noblewoman with an apologetic smile, her usual florid verbosity made simple for her audience. "It's how we sang it in Hingashi. Would you like to teach me the Doman words?"

"It goes like THIS," called back another, and struck up the melody once more. The chorus of little voices soon joined in, weaving a silly little ditty about a crane and a turtle falling from a log. Michishio shuffled out of the now-skipping ring of children, a pair releasing their hands with a laugh to let her through, and retreated to the edge of the little porch to sit and listen. Soon enough, the song concluded and the ring stopped turning with voices crying out gaily to the blindfolded boy to guess who was behind him.

She allowed herself a brief, tiny smile as a wrong answer made the circle explode into hoots and jeers, but stopped short upon noticing the figure leaning against the porch's cornerpost nearby. The gardener lounged with both hands resting on his propped-upright rake, staring at the trees on the far side of the yard in a daydream... A daydream that still placed him very much closer than was appropriate. She watched out of the corner of an eye, subtly tensed to act, but he broke the silence with a loud sniff.

"I do hope m'lady doesn't find me too impudent, but I'd sure be obliged to know where she learned that there rendition of the tune. T'ain't often you hear those words. Was wonderin' what made m'lady pick 'em." The Hyur glanced back at her from under the brim of his hat, his dusty and streaked features betraying a glimmer of sheepish hope.

"Perhaps sir was occupied with his duties and my words were faint - 'tis how we sang in Hingashi," she returned coolly.

"Naw," came the offhanded dismissal. "Ain't any Hingan ditty I ever heard. I'd be mindful... the careless bird is caged." A slight tilt of his headwear made plain the keen eye now turned upon her.

"And yet does it sing." If she took offense at the familiarity with which the servant spoke, her perfect poise showed nothing; her eyes were only for the playful shoving match that had broken out, stalling the game with a burst of giggles. The shabbily-dressed man turned to share her attention, high-pitched laughter washing over the both of them from down the porch.

"Mm," he grunted. "Could be it'll be free in the mornin'."

"Then let it bar the door against the moon's light."

A mirthful grin plastered itself across what was visible of the gardener's face. "Not many folk know the Enga collection these days. If m'lady in't insulted by the invitation of a humble gardener, it's been a while since he's had the chance to talk poetry with a fellow enthusiast over a spot of tea. 'specially not one young an' lovely," he added with a dry cackle.

"The dust does him no favors, but sir cannot be a day over forty summers," she murmured.

"The lady flatters, even if it's true! Come, then. I'll even teach you the actual Hingan words." The game had resumed once more, a chorus of little voices shouting encouragement and hints to the blindfolded boy. Michishio's indifferent demeanor thawed a little as she watched, the seconds ticking away in silence before a little bow of her head broke it.

"Then I am in the good sir's debt. Two days hence, at the Ichiriki tea house. Ask to be shown to the peony room."

"Without fail," smiled the gardener. He shrugged off the post to match her gesture with a bow of his own, then sauntered away to resume his duties. By the time a child had broken from the pack to plaintively wave a blindfold whose knot had been pulled too tight from roughhousing at the kneeling lady, the harsh scratching of a rake once more rose to fill the summer air.

[lebzamj-blog]

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[hackus-wang]

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[leanstooneside]

Be wary of friends who talk behind your back (TAROTCARD)

1. RUNTIME ANGUS

2. RUNTIME DESK

3. RUNTIME DISTRICTFOR

4. RUNTIME MACHINE

5. RUNTIME MOMENT THE COLOR

6. RUNTIME SOUND GARLAND

7. RUNTIME CORNERPOSTS

8. RUNTIME HERE

9. RUNTIME MOVEMENTS

10. RUNTIME SUSPICION

11. RUNTIME SAVAGE

12. RUNTIME SCATTER

13. RUNTIME MR. BRADEN

14. RUNTIME WRITING

15. RUNTIME GARLAND

16. RUNTIME EASTERN CORNER OF

17. RUNTIME INSTRUMENT

18. RUNTIME TIME

19. RUNTIME VOICE

20. RUNTIME CONTENTS OF

21. RUNTIME STATE OF MIND

22. RUNTIME RANCH

23. RUNTIME CHAPTER

24. RUNTIME RAT BENEATH

25. RUNTIME LAND

26. RUNTIME FATHER'S INTEREST

27. RUNTIME FATHER

28. RUNTIME FOLLY

29. RUNTIME RESERVES

30. RUNTIME EYES

31. RUNTIME HORN

[affinecreations]

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Using carving gouges to match the inside corner to the outside round over on the cornerposts. . . #woodworking #woodwork #woodenbox #puzzlebox #woodenpuzzle #joinery #joineryporn #joinerydesign #carving #woodgouges #carvinggouge #handtools #handtoolwoodworking #handmade #handmadework #custommade #custommadewoodwork #videoedits #video #processvideo #process #wip #howitsdone @klaise (at Four Corners, Maryland)

[woodworkingplanster]

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