#currently thinking about saving old posts that I love and resurrecting them when I rise again

[makeste]

Index of BnHA Stuff (Essays/Metas/Misc.) (old version)

this is part two of my giant index of all my BnHA chapter recaps, essays, and so forth (see part one for more on why I split them up). the other indexes are linked below.

index of the indexes:

manga recaps (no spoilers)

essays/metas/misc.

anime recaps/other anime stuff

fic recs

manga recaps cont. (spoilers)

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part two of the index (essays, metas, and so forth) is below the cut.

(ETA: this is the original version of my bnha meta index! it is not sorted by category, and is in chronological posting order with both spoiler and non-spoiler posts. I’m keeping the post up because I know some people have it saved for reference, but moving forward all new metas will be added to my two new indexes instead:

essays/metas/misc (no spoilers)

essays/metas/misc (spoilers)

this post is current to about chapter 277 or thereabouts. anyways, that’s all!)

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essays/metas/misc.:

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(tag: bnha meta)

(also please take note of posts marked with **manga spoilers**!)

BnHA Bonus Rant: Top 10 Anime Betrayals (a.k.a. who is the U.A. Traitor)

BnHA Bonus Rant #2: Dad for One (a.k.a. All for One is Deku’s dad)

Nighteye Deserved Better: The Essay

on superhero culture in BnHA, and Horikoshi’s concept of what makes a hero

and part 2 of the above, featuring a lot of rambling about Bakugou

the good, the bad, and the basement (a.k.a. my list of pros and cons of the Overhaul Arc) (this one has some very good replies from @elanorpam and @herongale (who I can’t tag for some reason) in the comments that are honestly more worth reading than my initial post lol)

BnHA Bonus Rant #3: “Kacchan”

BnHA Bonus Rant #4: Bakumom

top ten characters as of March 2019 (**manga spoilers**)

regarding the parallels and contrasts between Deku and Gentle

on fandom’s response to chapter 192  (**manga spoilers**)

on Endeavor and whether or not he can be redeemed (**manga spoilers**)

piecing together the whole Dabi thing and the Todoroki flashbacks (**manga spoilers**)

and an addendum to that which isn’t actually my meta (credit to @baezetsu) but is cool regardless so I’ll link it here (**manga spoilers**)

ranking of the class B kids’ quirks (**manga spoilers**)

weird theory post related to the you-know-whats from chapter 193 (**manga spoilers**)

my predictions for future arcs, as of chapter 228 or thereabouts (**manga spoilers**)

“could you do a meta about Bakugou’s expression in chapter 40?” (yes. yes I can)

the new BakuDeku status quo (**manga spoilers**)

“do you think Bakugou is unusually divisive for a shounen rival?”

Top 10 Favorite Bakugou Moments

on Shigaraki Tomura and whether or not he can be redeemed (**manga spoilers**)

U.A. Traitor Theory 2: Electric Boogaloo (**manga spoilers**)

favorite BnHA arcs ranked (**manga spoilers**)

“When there’s a wall before your eyes... you smile.” (a.k.a. my giant essay about Bakugou and winning) (**manga spoilers**)

BnHA Bonus Rant # 5: All for One for All (**manga spoilers**)

Top 10 Favorite Deku Moments (**manga spoilers, but tagged**)

“how do you feel about Izuku and Ochako’s romance in the story so far?” (**manga spoilers**)

"when you say Shigaraki will be ‘redeemed’, what exactly does that mean?” a.k.a. another essay about Tomura and whether or not he deserves redemption (**manga spoilers**)

“how do you think Bakugou feels about Izuku choosing ‘Deku’ as his hero name?”

on AFO and his intentions regarding his “heir” (**manga spoilers**)

Favorite BnHA OST Tracks

BnHA Bonus Diversion: Horikoshi’s Sketches

probably like my 500th rant about Deku and Kacchan and their confused relationship (**manga spoilers**)

some musing about the upcoming plot and a forthcoming character interaction (post-ch. 242) (**manga spoilers**)

a hero under construction (a.k.a. essay 700-b about Bakugou, this time specifically about him being a complete and utter shithead in the first chapter, and why he’s still my favorite anyway)

why Kaminari Denki is not the U.A. traitor (and why the traitor is actually Hagakure) (**manga spoilers**)

ITP: an incomplete but lovingly assembled list of people who have it out for my kid (a.k.a. my ranking of possible main antagonists for Bakugou) (**manga spoilers**)

some very brief metaing about chapter 244, the possible implications of Bakugou and Deku reading a certain book, and a potential storm looming on the horizon between Bakugou and a certain other character (**manga spoilers**)

“what I lack” (a.k.a. a chapter 247-prompted essay about Bakugou’s continuing journey as a person) (**manga spoilers**)

a quick meta about Bakugou’s lack of a tragic past, and why I think that’s important

what we could have been (a.k.a. an essay about the differences in Deku and Bakugou compared to All Might and Endeavor) (**manga spoilers**)

“what purpose does our strength serve?” (a.k.a. what Bakugou learned about himself in the latest arc, and what choice he may have settled on) (**manga spoilers**)

meta about what “Kacchan” would potentially mean as a hero name (**manga spoilers**)

some reactions to Horikoshi’s 12/22/19 interview with Cinema Today Japan, particularly his remarks about Bakugou

the mortifying ordeal of being known... and rejected (a.k.a. an essay about the importance of Bakugou and Deku’s bond and how Bakugou secretly fears losing it) (**manga spoilers**)

some predictions on who is & isn’t making it out of the latest arc (**manga spoilers**)

why I think a traitor plot would be good for Hagakure’s development (**manga spoilers**)

so, Heroes Rising (a.k.a. my thoughts on the second BnHA movie) (**manga spoilers**) (**spoilers for Heroes Rising**)

receive, and entrust (or, my rambling thoughts about That One Thing that happens at the end of Heroes Rising) (**manga spoilers**) (**and again, spoilers for Heroes Rising, obviously**)

some more thoughts about Hagakure being the traitor and even possibly being a certain someone’s sister (**manga spoilers**)

killing is not so easy as the innocent believe (a.k.a. a very misguided essay about Hawks lmao) (**manga spoilers**)

some rambling about legacies, and opening up, and All Might has two sons more at 11 (a.k.a. a discussion of Bakugou and Deku and their relationships with All Might) (**manga spoilers**)

a ranking of all the kids in U.A.’s first year by how likely they are to murder a bitch (**manga spoilers**)

my take on a certain someone’s hotly debated actions in chapter 266 (**manga spoilers**)

on Shigaraki Tomura and his motivations and current goals (**manga spoilers**)

some speculation about the role a certain recently-resurrected character might play in regards to the battle against Tomura (**manga spoilers**)

literally just a giant post of Bakugou faces

a series of posts about how short Dabi is (shh, he’s sensitive) - 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 (**manga spoilers**)

“what do you think about the sexualization of the girls in the anime/manga?” (**manga spoilers**)

“how do you feel about the anime changing things from the manga?”

some thoughts about the occasional sexualization of the boys in BnHA as opposed to the girls, and why the two things aren’t equivalent

a theory about Deku (and One for All)’s connection to All for One (**manga spoilers**)

“being a hero means protecting everyone” (or, my thoughts on Katsuki’s character growth as of chapter 274) (**manga spoilers**)

my thoughts on Shouto sometimes being left out of BKDK antics, and the TDBKDK dynamic and how it works in the series

“...just to protect you.” (a.k.a. "why Deku still hasn’t told anyone else about OFA”) (**manga spoilers**)

some brief musings on why I think [insert spoiler character] is going to lose their quirk (**manga spoilers**)

some more meta about why said character losing their quirk would kickstart some long-awaited character development (**manga spoilers**)

obstacles do not block the path -- they are the path (a.k.a. yet another meta about this person losing their quirk, and how the series has been foreshadowing it, and why I think it should happen) (**manga spoilers**)

a bit of a rant about the ratio of male to female characters in the series, and why Horikoshi had better not mess with the lady heroes we do have (**manga spoilers**)

some speculation on a certain character’s future role in the series after the injuries they sustained in chapters 267& 271 (**manga spoilers**)

some brief thoughts on the “Eri can just heal such and such” theories that crop up from time to time (**manga spoilers**)

quick rambly post about my initial thoughts on Bakugou and why I loved him from the start

needlessly long and tangent-y post about whether or not Bakugou should have any more angst in the series, feat. a comparison to various other characters’ traumas just for perspective (**manga spoilers**)

yet more meta about a certain character hypothetically becoming quirkless, and what kind of impact it might have on them, and how they would try to move forward (**manga spoilers**)

“do you think OFA’s secret should be shared with more than Bakugou?” (**manga spoilers**)

top ten characters as of July 2020 (**manga spoilers**)

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other people’s meta / meta back-and-forth:

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more essaying about AFO and whether or not he’s the final villain (thequietmanno1) (**manga spoilers**)

on Re-Destro and the source of the “stress” that fuels his quirk (thequietmanno1) (**manga spoilers**)

more discussion about BnHA 237, and the bystander effect (thequietmanno1) (**manga spoilers**)

some meta on chapter 236 regarding Kotaro, [redacted]’s quirk upgrade, and potential ways for AFO to continue tormenting the Shimuras in the future (thequietmanno1) (**manga spoilers**) 

if you’re going to stan a villain, stan them as a villain (a.k.a. some musings on whether liking a character isn’t the same thing as endorsing all of their actions) (waywardhellhound) (**manga spoilers**)

a brief meta on what we know about Kacchan and Deku’s childhood friendship and them knowing each other since they were lil babbies (class1akids) (**manga spoilers**)

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Mercy in Sandor, Sansa and Arya’s Arcs

Thinking a lot on Mercy and what it means for Sandor, Sansa, Arya, and especially with regards to Sandor and his Brother.  Jump under the cut: 

What Dogs do to Wolves

Both Stark girls embark upon their true character journeys once we reach the end of AGOT.  Fatherless, and void of the teachings they both so desperately need; a reality check on either end of the spectrum, if you will.  Where Ned Stark left his daughters in parenting - Sansa, politically soft and unable to see through lies, Arya, unable to distinguish that things aren’t always black, white, good and bad.  Sandor Clegane arrives in both of their plots as a pseudo-fraternal figure, teaching them hard lessons, and protecting them in his own gruff way.  

"What … what does he want? Please, tell me." "He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love," the Hound rasped. "He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him … and fear him."

-Sansa VI, AGOT

The jerk-with-a-heart-of-gold trope rears its Stranger-resembling head, often smashing Sansa’s “true knight” fantasies throughout AGOT and ACOK, preparing her for the real world she lives in where white knights hit twelve-year old girls with fully mailed gloves on.  Offering her a handkerchief and a sad pat on the back, Sandor sees in Sansa what he once used to know, before his face was offered to the fire - and to Gregor’s errant and growing ego and power trip.

 "True knights protect the weak."

He snorted. "There are no true knights, no more than there are gods. If you can't protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don't ever believe any different." -Sansa IV, ACOK

 Exploring Arya’s naivety as the series progresses is just as interesting to watch.  While Sandor tells Arya that he thought her sister was the one with the romanticized songs in her head, Arya tends to lean to the other side of the naivety scale.  

 He is a man of the Night's Watch, she thought, as he sang about some stupid lady throwing herself off some stupid tower because her stupid prince was dead. The lady should go kill the ones who killed her prince. And the singer should be on the Wall.

-Cat of the Canals, AFFC

 Where Sansa is a dreamer in AGOT in the romantic sense, Arya tends to refuse to believe that anything could be more complicated than black and white, rejecting the idea that maybe things in life are more complicated than constantly “doing the right thing”.  Sandor brings Arya’s ASOS plot depth and introduces the idea to her that being a good person isn’t always easy, and sometimes, the best you can do is to survive.

 There was a stink to him too. He smells like a corpse. The man begged them for a drink of wine. "If I'd had any wine, I'd have drunk it myself," the Hound told him. "I can give you water, and the gift of mercy." The archer looked at him a long while before he said, "You're Joffrey's dog." "My own dog now. Do you want the water?" "Aye." The man swallowed. "And the mercy. Please."

and

When she came back, the archer turned his face up and she poured the water into his mouth. He gulped it down as fast as she could pour, and what he couldn't gulp ran down his cheeks into the brown blood that crusted his whiskers, until pale pink tears dangled from his beard. When the water was gone he clutched the helm and licked the steel. "Good," he said. "I wish it was wine, though. I wanted wine."

"Me too." The Hound eased his dagger into the man's chest almost tenderly, the weight of his body driving the point through his surcoat, ringmail, and the quilting beneath. As he slid the blade back out and wiped it on the dead man, he looked at Arya. "That's where the heart is, girl. That's how you kill a man." -Arya XII, ASOS

Sandor teaches Arya how to kill, and he teaches her that there are different types of killing - that life, much like the stories we are currently reading, is writ in shades of grey, not always black and white.

“Gentle Mother, Font of Mercy”

The rasping voice trailed off. He squatted silently before her, a hulking black shape shrouded in the night, hidden from her eyes. Sansa could hear his ragged breathing. She was sad for him, she realized. Somehow, the fear had gone away. The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid for him now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. "He was no true knight," she whispered to him. The Hound threw back his head and roared. Sansa stumbled back, away from him, but he caught her arm. "No," he growled at her, "no, little bird, he was no true knight." -Sansa II, AGOT

Keeping Sansa and Sandor’s relationship mildly platonic for the sake of this post, we break down the idea that Sansa Stark, a thin, young wolf-girl, brought a grown, emotionally torn, hulking man to his knees by singing him a song.  And not just any song.  A song of mercy.  

"I could keep you safe," he rasped. "They're all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I'd kill them." He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened. "Still can't bear to look, can you?" she heard him say. He gave her arm a hard wrench, pulling her around and shoving her down onto the bed. "I'll have that song. Florian and Jonquil, you said." His dagger was out, poised at her throat. "Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life."

Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don't kill me, she wanted to scream, please don't. She could feel him twisting the point, pushing it into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes again, but then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and Jonquil, but it was a song. Her voice sounded small and thin and tremulous in her ears.

Gentle Mother, font of mercy, Save our sons from war, we pray, Stay the swords and stay the arrows,

Teach us all a better way.

-Sansa VII, ACOK

 While Sandor steps in to parent Sansa and Arya in some of life’s harsher lessons, the two Stark girls surprisingly teach Sandor a few lessons of their own.  Sansa, showing him empathy, that while there is anger and war and killing, there are still beautiful things, and still ways to be kind.  She sings to him of mercy, of finding a better way.  You can always come back.

 "You remember where the heart is?" the Hound asked. She nodded. The squire rolled his eyes. "Mercy." Needle slipped between his ribs and gave it to him.

-Arya XIII, ASOS

 Where the mercy that Sandor taught Arya was a physical mercy, a kill, showing her that sometimes death is better than life for those that are in anguish (and not the last time we will see that represented in either of the character’s arcs), it is the first mercy to open Arya’s eyes to seeing the world around her.  War strewn, the ground littered with porridge-textured dead people, maggots every inch of the way; Jon introduced “Stick em with the pointy end”, but Sandor introduced “why”.

 "And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have. I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her heart out before leaving her for that dwarf." A spasm of pain twisted his face. "Do you mean to make me beg, bitch? Do it! The gift of mercy . . . avenge your little Michael . . ." "Mycah." Arya stepped away from him. "You don't deserve the gift of mercy." The Hound watched her saddle Craven through eyes bright with fever. Not once did he attempt to rise and stop her. But when she mounted, he said, "A real wolf would finish a wounded animal."

-Arya XIII, ASOS

Arya’s moral code changes from this point forward.  It takes entering a literal House of Black and White, for Arya to start the journey of coming to terms with morality not being a simple yes and no answer.   While she hasn’t quite perfected the lesson (as we know Dareon’s fate and the fates of several to come), she is very much so ‘in progress’ on the topic, much like Sansa is currently on the road to becoming politically savvy.

 Give up on this quest of yours. The Hound is dead.

"You sound as if you pity him," said Brienne.

"I did. You would have pitied him as well, if you had seen him at the end. I came upon him by the Trident, drawn by his cries of pain. He begged me for the gift of mercy, but I am sworn not to kill again. Instead, I bathed his fevered brow with river water, and gave him wine to drink and a poultice for his wound, but my efforts were too little and too late. The Hound died there, in my arms. You may have seen a big black stallion in our stables. That was his warhorse, Stranger. A blasphemous name. We prefer to call him Driftwood, as he was found beside the river. I fear he has his former master's nature."

The horse. She had seen the stallion, had heard it kicking, but she had not understood. Destriers were trained to kick and bite. In war they were a weapon, like the men who rode them. Like the Hound. "It is true, then," she said dully. "Sandor Clegane is dead."

-Brienne VI, AFFC

Sandor’s arc embodies major ASOIAF themes: Mercy, reclaiming identity, and resurrection.  In moving Sandor off the page and into the quiet isles, it gives George time to develop Sandor’s characterization in a believable manner, while not wasting too much page time.  In exposition that offers Brienne’s plot progression, we are also told where Sandor has gone and what he is doing there.  

She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sang for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunken King Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin, for all the brave knights and soldiers who would die today, and for the children and the wives who would mourn them, and finally, toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound. He is no true knight but he saved me all the same, she told the Mother. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.

-Sansa V, ACOK

 When Sansa prayed for Sandor, her prayer was answered- Sandor was quite literally given a place to die, to reclaim his identity in resurrection, and a place to heal.

 "My lord is wise," Thoros told the others. "Brothers, a trial by battle is a holy thing. You heard me ask R'hllor to take a hand, and you saw his fiery finger snap Lord Beric's sword, just as he was about to make an end of it. The Lord of Light is not yet done with Joffrey's Hound, it would seem."

-Arya VII, ASOS

We are told quite literally by Thoros: The Lord of Light isn’t done with Sandor, yet.  Sandor is given to the Quiet Isle, in preparation for his role in the wars to come, whatever that may be.

 Frankenstein’s Monster: Putting the Dog to Sleep

I desired that I might pass my life on that barren rock, wearily, it is true, but uninterrupted by any sudden shock of misery. If I returned, it was to be sacrificed or to see those whom I most loved die under the grasp of a daemon whom I had myself created. (20.18, Frankenstein)

I planned on exploring Frankenstein and his Monster in regards to Sandor killing the creator who made him this way, but the parallels of Qyburn creating Ser Robert Strong ring just as true.  Where Sandor Clegane is given a chance at resurrection, at a second life, at changing his ways, Gregor Clegane shows us that sometimes, in such villainy, sometimes there is no coming back.  While Gregor has done terrible, awful things, he is reduced into a piteous shell of a being, a monster, with no physical chance at coming back and embracing humanity.  

His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips. (5.2, Frankenstein)

Who could pity the monster that Gregor Clegane has become? Even before the necromancy, the countless rapes, murders, tortures, all because he could.  No one stopped him.  He awoke one day, big enough to shove his brother’s face into a brazier, and no one stopped him.  His father covered it up for him.  He wanted, and he took. The mysterious Clegane sister, dead, the father, dead. And no one stopped him. Sandor, a young man, leaving home to find some place to belong and survive, before he was next.  Gregor’s rise to power is best put by Sandor: no one could withstand him.  So, once more, who could pity the monster he has become?

While Cleganebowlers everywhere cheer and chant and don their yellow “GO DOGS!” foam fingers, we are brought to an important point.

The Hound can not kill The Mountain, because the Hound and the Mountain are dead.

Instead of Cleganebowl, let me just offer you the following: clegane-soul.

Alright. That was a joke.  Stay with me.

Sandor can’t beat his brother, because there’s no beating a sad, pathetic, hollow zombie.  This isn’t the Hound and the Mountain.  No one is as accursed as the kinslayer, and it should never be easy to kill a family member.  Where killing Gregor would’ve been the Hound’s dream about a year ago, the Hound turned up dead.  Sandor will be giving his brother the gift of mercy, taught to him by the two little girls that snuck beneath his skin.  

 “Mercy, mercy, mercy,” she sang sadly.

 As she dragged it up the muddy bank, one of her little brothers came prowling, his tongue lolling from his mouth. She had to snarl to drive him off, or else he would have fed. Only then did she stop to shake the water from her fur. The white thing lay facedown in the mud, her dead flesh wrinkled and pale, cold blood trickling from her throat. Rise, she thought. Rise and eat and run with us.

-Arya XII, ASOS

 “Mercy, mercy, mercy.”  Both Stark girls sing their songs of mercy.  Arya has dedicated so much time now in the Literal Morality House of Black and White, preparing and washing dead bodies, skinchanging and dreaming of wolves, that her plot is sure to lead her back to Westeros.  And in her dreams, we know she’s been in the Riverlands.  

 Maybe some real wolves will find you, Arya thought. Maybe they'll smell you when the sun goes down. Then he would learn what wolves did to dogs. "You shouldn't have hit me with an axe," she said. "You should have saved my mother." She turned her horse and rode away from him, and never looked back once.

-Arya XIII, ASOS

Arya’s black/white morality problem hasn’t come quite to its head yet.  But it will.  Because, as the audience knows, saving Arya’s mother wouldn’t have happened - it just isn’t that easy, wolf girl.  And Arya herself will have to learn that when she comes back to Westeros, when she makes it to the Riverlands, and when she comes face to face with Mother Merciless herself.  While she dragged her out of the stream and life was given to her, Arya will be the one to put the fish back in the water.  Mercy, mercy, mercy - a real wolf would finish a wounded animal.

The Mockingbird

"Thank you, Your Grace," she murmured. The Hound was right, she thought, I am only a little bird, repeating the words they taught me. The sun had fallen below the western wall, and the stones of the Red Keep glowed dark as blood.

-Sansa VI, AGOT

 "You have a good heart, my lady," she said to Sansa. "Not every maid would weep so for a man who set her aside and wed her to a dwarf." A good heart. I have a good heart. Hysterical laughter rose up her gullet, but Sansa choked it back down.

-Sansa V, ASOS

Where Arya has spent time learning to give and show mercy, we spend books with Sansa where she has given quite a bit too much of it.  Where Arya wields a sword, Sansa wields her courtesy, her arsenal appearing soft edged.  

 But those equipped weapons will change, too.  As Sansa gains agency in the Vale, learning to be the lady of a house, she begins to awaken to the treachery of those manipulating her for political gain, specifically Petyr Baelish.

 What if it is truth he wants, and justice for his murdered lady?" He smiled. "I know Lord Nestor, sweetling. Do you imagine I'd ever let him harm my daughter?"

I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's daughter and Lady Catelyn's, the blood of Winterfell. She did not say it, though.

-Sansa I, AFFC

So when Petyr lies, on his hands and knees, in front of all of the northern lords and lords declarant, begging for mercy- the mercy she’s shown grown killers and men, the mercy she’s given to her enemies- Sansa will show a different sort of mercy.

When Petyr is begging mercy, mercy, mercy, when Sansa finds all of Lord Baelish’s betrayals, remember that she is giving herself mercy for once.  Mercy. For her family, for her, for basically anyone in the universe who has ever had to deal with this disgusting man.  

Tl;dr Sandor will kill his brother out of mercy, which is one of the main themes of his character arc, and a concept that the Stark sisters helped instill in him and he in them.

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Full Moon in Sagittarius, June 17th, 2019 ~ A Gift of Cosmic Love

FCGCT Commentary: We are moving from the mind, to the Heart… not the balancing of the two. The mind conflicts with the Heart, and is the cause for imbalance, pain, fear, suffering and more. It is the Heart and Brain which work in harmony together. The mind… the ego, blocks the Heart, as it Edges God Out. It is the Heart and Brain which work in harmony to allow Balanced Harmonics, your Divine Blueprint. Let go of the mind, and solely flow from the Heart, connected to the Unified Heart in Unity Consciousness.

Full Moon in Sagittarius, June 17th, 2019 ~ A Gift of Cosmic Love

By Natalia Alba

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed. Jiddu Krishnamurti    Beloved Light Emissaries, 

We are about to welcome one of the most powerful Moons of this year, before the coming of the Eclipses next month, whose energies are already deeply felt. A Moon that aligns with the Galactic Center and that Jupiter enhances – helping us to connect more with its essence of hope, trust and faith. The Full Moon at 25 degrees of Sagittarius synchronizes with two important comic events: Jupiter square Neptune and Saturn sextile Neptune. This will give us the gift of embracing the infinite possibilities that are always there for us to create the reality that is in perfect resonance with our Soul Will.   During this Full Moon the ones who have done the inner work of leaving behind what impeded them to see the Truth of who they are and their purpose here, will be able to descend more Wisdom from their God Self, for one of the many gifts from this Moon is the opportunity to retrieve what was lost while we dwell in human illusions, searching outside what always resided within.    This is not a time to look back, bringing the ashes of the old into our current state of being and hence, spoiling the frequency that we presently hold. This is a time, as Saturn sextile Neptune reminds us, for hope, trust and determination as Mercury conjunct Mars will remind us, as it will assist us in directing all of our inner power in building something productive. Hope is one of the things that is easily left aside, for a humans, especially when we are experiencing challenges, we believe it to be impossible to hold faith and hope, while everything that surrounds us is crumbling.

This is precisely when we most need to have faith, when everything is falling apart. It is then that we need to understand that old things are vanishing while new seeds are beginning to grow. Our focus is pivotal when we are leaving behind old aspects of the self and our human life. We can choose to focus on what is being created or in what we are releasing. Where you decide to focus will determine the essence of the new seeds that are being born. Therefore, choose wisely where you desire to put your intention and energy.   The frequency of hope helps us do what in normal conditions we could not accomplish. It gives us courage, energizes our body and offers us the opportunity to clear ourselves, especially our mental body, which is essential if we desire to co-create a balance and joyful reality. There is a lot we have to learn, as humans, regarding the effects of having hope in our physical bodies. As physical beings we tend to see hope as useless when we are in very challenging situations, not understanding that this is precisely what saves us from falling into lower vibrations.   If we desire to work with hope, the cosmic events from this Full Moon together with our cosmic family the Arcturians, will help us achieve this state of being, for Arcturians are helping humanity in regaining hope, faith and in retrieving our natural ability as healers, as it is in our Divine Essence, and as it is meant to be reclaimed, when we work on DNA reconnection.    As we also have Jupiter square Neptune, we have the opportunity to use this frequency for many purposes. If we are working on trusting and surrendering to our Soul Will, then we have the opportunity to cultivate patience and trust that a Higher Intelligence knows what is happening in our human experience and knows what is doing. For as humans, we often try to control, and manipulate, what we cannot even see from our human standpoint.    If what you desire is to expand into your soul mission, descending more aspects of it, and using this new knowledge to be of assistance, then, this frequency from this cosmic encounter, will help you to bring from your Unified Self all you need to, to be of service in a broader way. As the Essence of Neptune is also a very profound one, for it deeply touches the depths of our human self, making conscious what is buried by our egoic self, it is a good time to work with human delusions and magical thinking, something that if we have a tendency to it or if we are beginning on this journey, can occur, and actually it is good that it occurs, for it is by experiencing the many human delusions we have that we finally remember the Truth, again.   This Moon passage is going to be a blessed time for us to work on compassion, being of service, in our unique way, and a wonderful opportunity to cultivate generosity, harmony and balance. This phase is very important, as when the eclipses come, many will be shaken again and it will be vital to remain in our heart center, as we witness the many changes that may come with the embodiment of these new energies.  

Wound Healing

 On a deeper perspective, the Full Moon will also occur very near some stars from the constellation Ophiuchus. As you know I prefer to feel the energies myself and receive from my Unified Self the Essence of the Planets, stars etc. that are co-creating with us. I do not follow traditional astrology to interpret them, as sometimes it is based on human interpretations – mythology etc – which is quite beautiful. However, it does not help us to truly feel the real frequency behind these stellar energies.   This is why I always say to take only what resonates with where you are and your own path. Ophiuchus’s Essence if well directed can help us tremendously to heal old wounds. If what we desire is to work with old wounding issues that are still impeding us to be in total harmony and flow, then we have at the Full Moon time, the opportunity to work with the power of Fire from Sagittarius or choose the element Water of Ophiuchus. Both clear us, help us release, and while one – Sagittarius – can seem more potent that the other, do not underestimate the power of Water to carry away what no longer serves us.   Ophiuchus will help many who are also working with self-unification. This is something that as ascending souls we all are working with, at the moment, for this is the opportunity that this dual universe offers us. Ophiuchus gives us the gift to work with purification, which is at the same time what Sagittarius gives us as well, but in a different way. If we desire to incinerate the old and resurrect into the crystalline light beings that we are, then Ophiuchus is the perfect frequency that we could align with to do so. In any case, both Essences are here to help us in similar purposes, our choice depends on whether we choose one element or the other to experience the healing we wish to bring into our physical bodies.    Ophiuchus is also a wonderful ally if we desire to work with past traumas, DNA reconnection, genetic clearing and if we have done so, it is then a pure frequency for us to connect with it and begin to retrieve our memories from parallel dimensions, for as you know, all is happening Now, and we dwell in many timeliness that at the same time affect us, as we also affect our parallel selves.    For those who are beginning to awake, the Ophiuchus influence will help them with their Kundalini rising as well as with the proper management of their first chakra, which is pivotal once we begin to awake. As Ophiuchus is also related to our masculine essence, it is an opportunity for those who are working on manifestation as well as polarity integration and have their masculine essence imbalance, to embody this frequency and work with inner synthesis, as Ophiuchus is the unifier that helps us bring together that which our 3D nature separates.    Beloved Ones, we are indeed immersed in a profound shift, as many of us are already feeling and prepare ourselves for the coming of the Eclipses. It is a time for change, and when change hits us, the best course of action, as all the planetary alignments at this Moon time remind us, is to be flexible, flow, surrender and trust that even though we have free will and create our own reality, there are Forces, with which we agreed before coming into this physical plane, that are assisting us to follow the path we so carefully chosen for us to experience.    Our task is not to question ourselves or these Forces all the time, especially if something does not happen according to our egoic desires. Our task is to trust that whatever happens, these Forces know what shall be for the Highest Good of All, and our main aim is to accept what we have no control upon.    This Moon gives us the opportunity to align with the cosmic love that we, in Essence, are. This is a Moon to have faith, to honor ourselves and personal journey, remembering that it was this same Cosmic Love that brought us here, in an attempt to assist a Planet which is already transitioning into a state of deep fragmentation into unity consciousness.    This Moon is a gift for us to cultivate hope and generosity. It is in our nature to be generous, to have hope and trust in a Higher Power. We do not have to possess material things to be generous; we can simply be kind, offer a smile and be who we are to be of service.    We are Love. We are already the miracle that we so hope from the outside to come and save us. We are the creative Spark that creates our reality. We are all we have ever desired or hope for. We just have to look within rather than being continuously searching in the wrong places and people, and find, again, the way back to ourselves, where all we desire truly dwells.   I wish you a blessed and magical Moon, Beloved Ones.    Remain, always, in the Illumined Presence of your Soul, where hope, faith and trust abide and where you will always find your way back Home.   In love and light ∞   Natalia Alba 

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Tavern Meeting, Part Ten

A/N: Whaaaaaat? does that say Tavern Meeting? It does? Amazing. I’ve finally done it. Well, sort of. I always did say there were going to be two different versions of the requested “Time Travel, Tavern Scene,” and this is still only the first version. But it’s finished! Version Two, on the other hand... I’m not giving up on it, but it’s not a priority and may never get posted, if I’m being realistic about it.  ANYWAY! Enough about Version Two’s fate, that’s not important, we’re on the last chapter of version one! Which, I will admit, steals its first couple paragraphs (everything before the read more) from the end of the best news that i can’t share, because when I scrapped the draft I had and started over late last week, it felt like the most natural starting place. Also even without those paragraphs, this is the second longest chapter in the fic (behind part three), so there’s that. Some anti-Neal and anti-Regina. Graham’s POV to finish things off.

After everything that has happened as of late, there is no greater surprise to him than to see Emma leaning in to kiss him that night.  He thought he’d screwed things up too much to even hope for that, especially so quickly.  But he won’t push her away, waits for her to actually be kissing him before he returns it.

And then he remembers.  Remembers everything.  The curse, his heart- Emma. Out of time from a point in the future where he is dead.

Where he died because he broke away from Regina.  That’s what he did tonight and he knows he has precious little time left.  But he can’t tell Emma that-

“I remember,” he says, because she’s asked him what’s wrong and of all the things he knows the most important is-

“Remember what?”

Now that’s not so simple.  If he tells her the whole truth, he doubts she’ll believe and he suspects he doesn’t have time for that.  So instead he leans in, ready to kiss her again, and then- Then it hits, the pain that he knows from so much torture over the years, and he’s falling.

Emma is leaning over him, upset, and, oh, he wishes that he could live for her.  Still, he knows he can’t, knows that he won’t.

It takes all the strength he has to reach up and wipe away her tears. “I love you.”  She needs to know that.  Needs to.  She made sure that he did, when they met before, and now it’s his turn to return the favor.

Even if it’s with his dying breath.

---------it is at once instant and eternity, that he is in but a void, almost floating, adrift, unaware of anything save his own thoughts, his own memories. He thought he died (he must have died – Emma had told him he would, and she had no reason to lie, was too devastated not to be truthful), but after an indeterminate amount of time, the return of feeling, again, is enough to spark his awareness, make him realize that something is not right with his afterlife (such that it is).

So he opens his eyes, sees her there, leaning over him, Emma, the woman he loves, the golden princess, the Savior, her hand hovering near where he suddenly feels his heart is solidly beating, and he doesn't hardly think when he breathes out her name, when she wraps her arms around him and he mirrors the action.

(His somehow returned heart thrums to the tune of her: Emma, Emma, Emma.)

"How long?" he murmurs in her ear as one of his hands runs through her hair, as he feels her bury her face in his neck. He knows he's been gone for some amount of time, after all. Even when I didn’t remember you for a year because of magic, I wore this every single day, she’d said, all those years ago, about the token she wears around her wrist, the old leather tie.

"A week. Almost two years. Thirty years? Depending on how we're measuring." She almost laughs the answer, pulling back, the light in her eyes half-disbelieving, the smile on her face more real than he's ever seen. This happiness shines on her like the sun, the stars, and he cannot tear his gaze from her.

(Emma, Emma, Emma, he feels the beat beneath his chest; she would be the one to bring him back, to find a way, to care about him. To return his heart in every way, except one: for while it may now physically beat in his chest, while his emotions may be returned, his heart is hers, will always be, forever more.)

"You both will have much to catch up on, I'm sure," Gold's voice, unimpressed, breaks into the little bubble world he’s been in since he woke, forces him to take in his surroundings (something he would normally have done in an instant, old instinct, but these circumstances are decidedly far from normal). He bristles at the presence of the Dark One, even though Belle had always claimed to have faith that the man could change for the better, even though it was the imp’s machinations that brought him in contact with Emma back in the forest when he first met her. There is always a catch, a deal, a price, and he has to worry what Emma might owe if she struck a bargain with the Dark One to bring him back from oblivion, “But perhaps here is not the best place for it?”

Emma rises, and he follows her lead- But Gold, ‘Stiltskin, eerily silent in regards to whatever the circumstances that brought them to this place might be, speaks again just before they walk out the door.

“I gave Miss Swan your things. They should be wherever she left them.”

(The words are less ominous than he would have expected, but still he has to wonder what the cost is, what game the Dark One is playing with their lives.)

…

It’s the middle of the afternoon in Storybrooke, and the streets are buzzing.

So of course someone notices his presence when Emma pulls her bug into the parking lot at Granny’s and they both get out.

(He hadn’t wanted to go someplace so public, so soon, to spring his presence on the town; hiding away with her for a while sounded infinitely preferable. But Henry was there, having lunch with his grandparents and apparently his uncle, Emma had said, and he misses the boy, and she had wanted her son to be the first person she told he was back. So he’d agreed, for Henry. She’d sent a text to her son saying she was coming with some news, and is, even as she closes the door of her car behind her, texting him again to get him outside.)

“Huntsman?” The softly incredulous voice is one he recognizes immediately, at least, as well as one he doesn’t instantly react to as a threat; Belle.

It wasn't easy to develop a friendship without feeling, but she had always been kind, been willing to look past the armor he wore and the actions he took, to see him as a person in a way that even before he lost his heart had been so very rare; he was as close to his fellow prisoner as he could be, given their circumstances.

“It’s Graham, please.” Belle was one of the few who never used the old title with fear and hatred (had rarely used it in the first place, preferring instead to call him friend), but it still stirs up too many years of hurt he would rather ignore for the time being; coming back from the dead after almost two years is more of a focus, at the moment.

“Emma did mention your new name, after I passed along your message,” his friend’s smile is one she never wore in the tower, happiness and humor and wonder colliding without an underlying current of resentment towards their situation as prisoners, for the first time since he’s known her. “I just-  I didn’t expect to see you again, considering that story you told me all those years ago about your time-traveling princess.”

“I don’t think any of us expected this,” Emma points out, and he has to nod his agreement; how could anyone expect a resurrection? He is living it and hardly believes.

“Still, it is glad news,” she says, her tone almost one of reassurance, “I need to get back to the library. But I do hope to see you both soon.”

"We'll be around," Emma shrugs, but she is smiling, more since he woke up than any day he can remember when she first came to town, "Shouldn’t be too hard to meet up sometime.”

"Soon, then."

"As soon as possible," he makes himself say the words, puts himself in agreement; having a friend is a step towards making this new life something different, something better, and Belle will be one of the easiest people for him to let in in that way – that she and Emma already get along, judging by their small interactions here, only makes the choice all the more appealing.

(It would be absolutely foolish to hope any of the rest of the town reacts so positively to his being back, no matter how well the Sheriff may have been liked during the curse – that was, after all, an illusion; had any of them known who he truly was, who they truly were, he would have been just as hated as in the old world, and even as it was, even though he had respect, under the curse, he still did not have friends, not really, just acquaintances, people who were friendly towards him, but no one who was close to him. So he doesn't hope, he doesn't dare. He instead prepares himself for the worst possibilities, rage and anger and potentially a mob gathering, out for blood. He had been forced into the role of a monster, after all, is an easy target to blame, and will be easier to attack than the true monster would ever let herself be.)

Belle isn’t even ten feet away when the door of the diner chimes, the light tinkling carried on the wind, and a call of “Mom?” is on the air.

“Over here, Henry,” Emma calls, and he studies her for a moment. At his last awareness, Emma would have denied that she was a mother, thought herself unfit for the title. In the forest – a week ago, she said, but so many years at the same time – she had been far more willing to claim it.

And now, here, with the benefits of time and memory, he can see to know just how far it is she’s come.

(Having both lives in his head is strange, conflicting, difficult. But he knows he is both, because both lives, both selves, are united by Emma, by his love for her, by her love for him – that fact is more than clear, even in the midst of everything else that having both sets of memories comes with – knowledge of what he was and what was done to him for decades that he knows he will have to attempt to work past to move forward with this second chance at life. Just- Later. When he’s had more than an hour to get used to the idea that his story hadn’t ended.)

Henry is taller, his growth some of the most tangible evidence that Graham has seen that it has been so long since the night he felt himself die – even if, in the end, he apparently hadn’t. The boy is happier, too, a more subtle difference, but obvious in the way he holds himself, so different from the child that he had watched grow in the unchanging town.

But Henry is also staring, wide-eyed, like he can’t quite reconcile what he sees. His steps towards them are slow, cautious, afraid.

(It’s not him that Henry’s afraid of, he knows that, logically, because Henry has never had a reason to fear him – it’s his resurrection, his magically not being dead. Anyone would be wary, especially anyone from this world, where magic is myth. Still, it stings. But hopefully, given time, it will change. Hopefully, Henry will accept him.)

“Graham?” Most of the question is unspoken, but hangs in the air, hides in the tone that the boy uses, unsure, worrying, hinting towards hope but not there yet. He's actually surprised, how easy it is to tell that there is the want to hope in Henry's voice.

“It’s me,” he says, unsure what else he can, in this situation, and the boy looks towards his mother.

“How?” How, indeed. Dead is dead, say the Laws of Magic, and so how will be the one question that everyone asks. But will the answer satisfy? Unlikely. The whole story is rather unbelievable, even taking into account all that passed for normal in life before the curse, even taking into account the curse itself.

“It was- Your grandfather. He said that he owed Graham, so he took steps to protect him. He didn’t go into too much detail, but- He had Graham’s heart, somehow. And he helped me put it back where it belongs.”

(Calling the imp Henry's grandfather might have thrown him - he can't even say it isn't jarring - but she had explained on the ride over, the tale she’d once told about the “royal advisor’s son” she’d claimed to be Henry’s father, that it was the Dark One’s child who had left her for fear of a reunion. And that the man in question, Neal, had recently died in Storybrooke's conflict with the Wicked Witch; that in his death the town considers him heroic. He may not know the full story, but he doesn’t think he will ever believe that a hero would hurt Emma so selfishly as to leave her out of fear.)

Henry seems thoughtful, for a moment, brows furrowed, but then understanding blossoms in the boy's eyes, a clarity towards the whole situation that neither he nor Emma has achieved.

“He must’ve meant ‘cause she wouldn’t have had to cast the curse as part of her revenge if Graham hadn’t let Grandma Snow live. He needed the curse cast so he could get to this world and find Neal.”

(Could it be that simple? Had it really been that old choice, once his condemnation, to bring about his salvation?)

Henry’s steps are much less hesitant, as he finishes crossing the gap, and the boy actually smiles up at him, something that would have been rare, before (Regina had wanted no one but herself near her adopted child, after all).

“I’m glad you’re back.”

(No, he still does not expect this trend of acceptance to continue. Doesn’t care, either; Emma and Henry are both happy he’s back, and they’re the ones whose opinions matter to him.)

...

He's been back a month and a half. Hardly a long time. And yet… And yet everything is different. For the first time, he has a home, a family, and he never believed that possible. Not in either life, not really, except those brief hours when he didn't know that Emma was from the future. Hardly enough time to count.

They found a home close to the woods, he and Emma and Henry, a place of their own, to make new memories in, together. It's not exactly filled with possessions - they aren't much for attaching sentiment to things, him or Emma, a consequence of their upbringings - but it's their sanctuary, a place where instead of Savior and Huntsman, instead of Sheriff and Sheriff (Sheriff and Deputy? Deputy and Sheriff? Those titles are still a source of confusion, at times, particularly once David gets thrown into the mix as well), they can just be Emma and Graham.

A month and a half, and Emma seems almost nervous, a restless energy crackling around her throughout the family dinner that David had organized, trying to get his wife and daughter to talk about things other than their differing opinions on how the Evil Queen should be handled (most of the other royals had banded together to force her to stand trial, and Emma agreed while Snow argued that Regina deserved a chance to be better. The whole thing has driven a rift between mother and daughter, formerly such good friends). They'd gone mostly for Henry's sake, so he could spend time with his grandparents; normally Graham would think the dinner itself the cause, but no, whatever it is that's on her mind, it affects her differently than her disagreements with Snow.

He worries for her, of course he does, so when the night is over and Henry is in bed, he waits. Asking what's wrong may not scare her off, not now, not with the confidence she's gained in herself and in their bond, but he knows her, knows she will tell him, in her own time.

(He doesn't have to wait long, for the words are out of her mouth almost as soon as she sees him sitting on the edge of their bed-)

"I'm pregnant."

There's a pause, as he tries to comprehend. He wants this, a life and a family with her, and he is so happy, but this soon? They have been in unspoken agreement that they aren't ready, that it is too soon since his return, that they lost too much time while he was… Dead, for lack of a better term. Even if he wasn't truly, she had believed he was, he had believed he was. And all of that among other very valid reasons to go slowly. So, they've been cautious. And this… It's unexpected, to say the least.

"Ruby was saying that I smell different, and I've been feeling off lately, so… I went to see a doctor 'cause this is Storybrooke, and I’d rather not have literally anyone who saw me at Clark's pharmacy gossiping about the Savior buying pregnancy tests, so-” He knows what she's saying; no matter how much more willing to let others in she is now, she's still an intensely private person, they both are, and given the fact Clark is one of the dwarves, her mother's best friends aside from Red… "Yeah. Considering how careful we've been since you got back---" Careful doesn't even cover it, not really. Mindful is probably a better word; things are different now, he has nearly 30 more years memories of repeated violation than he did when they met in the forest, when she had made him feel so strongly for the first time, made him want, want enough to act despite legitimate reasons to be wary. He still wants, still feels, just as strongly for her as he ever did, maybe even stronger- but that doesn't mean it's easy and immediate to let go of what he went through. "I've probably sort of been pregnant for 30 years at this point. Not the same way as poor Ashley was, obviously, but, you know, time travel."

She comes closer, and though he’s still speechless, half-processing her news (their night in the forest, the first night they met, in his life, who could have guessed?), it's automatic when he pulls her into his arms, onto his lap, buries his face in the crook of her neck.

"You do realize that if you're right, you've been pregnant since before you were born." He's teasing, of course (her time in the past is treasured by both of them), the first words that actually come to his mind as he tries to wrap his head around the news, but she pulls back, eyes serious, and he thinks he said the wrong thing---------

"I thought I'd never see you again. Never be able to tell you- How much I- Missed you. What I felt. I thought I'd already lost you forever. I thought that it was our only chance… My last chance to have any time with you. And I didn't think I could tell you the truth without changing the past, something I was trying very hard not to do."

(He can feel the guilt that lingers behind her words, knows that she feels like she took advantage of him, when she was in the past, because she knew his future and didn't tell him at first, because she tried to let him have hope. But even then, she had made him feel without his heart, and he had wanted what was between them, would have chosen the same way even if he had known - maybe even especially then, with the knowledge that it was his only opportunity to choose her, as wrong as that knowledge may have turned out to be, in the end.)

"I know." He rubs his thumbs in slow circles on her hips, hoping to convey more with the comfort of touch than he can with his words. Words were never his strong point (the curse helps with that, ironically enough, the personality that it gave, the Sheriff, Graham, that version of him had always been human, no matter how lonely, and by extension always needed words in a way the Huntsman raised by wolves never had), and though it's easier with her, the serious stuff still trips his tongue sometimes, a letter he wrote while cursed that laid unread in the pocket of his jacket for more than a year still the most openly expressive he's ever truly been. "I haven't ever held that against you, that night. Why would I? Best night of my life, back then."

(The only good night, back then, really, the only night he ever hoped that things had a chance of getting better someday. Because of her.)

"This is good, right?" she asks, soft, and he holds her tighter, "this- us- together?"

He knows what she's trying to say, that it's fast, but that even though she's scared (he would have to be blind not to see that she's scared), she's hopeful, too.

"It's amazing," he agrees.

(Life with her can never be anything less.)

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At some stage in the Easter season, which is well known till Pentecost, on June 4 this year, we’d locate that clergymen and ministers take the time to remind congregations of the meaning of the symbols utilized in baptism. They may speak of water, oil, candles, garments, the move, and the Holy Scriptures.

For me, I discover the white garment a powerful symbol as it means that the man or woman baptized has put on Jesus Christ. People who are baptized can trust that they’re one with Christ. Any such image implies that if certainly, we are one with Christ, we are to stay as Christ lived.

These days, I had the privilege of speaking at the memorial prayer within the Parish of St. Mark in Rothschild for one of the victims of the current tragedy in the area. We gathered to remember the lifestyles of Karen Barclay. In preparing my feedback, I used to be struck with the significance of Karen’s baptism. Karen put on Jesus Christ, symbolized with the aid of the white garment.

Jesus is recognized as Savior and Redeemer. Easter tells of his demise and rising, his saving us from the demise of sinfulness. If indeed we end up one with Christ, we too are to be saviors. Karen becomes able to be a savior through her love for others and her attentiveness to the desires of others. She lifted others up.

It seems that humanity appears for saviors, be it in our political life or private lifestyles, looking to locate a person who will carry us up out of darkness. Part of the Easter birthday celebration, then, is to take on the function of savior in our day by day lives via taking note of the wishes of others. We will do that politically, socially and privately. We are able to save others by an outpouring of affection that is grounded in divine love, as exemplified with the aid of the life, loss of life and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Alleluia!

Analyzing within the Darkish

In numerous of the articles I’ve written, I have bemoaned the fact that our kids are not being taught well and that we are spawning a dumbing down of America. A number of my principal points had been that there may also come a time whilst we haven’t any electricity and consequently, no functionality of using our cell phones, computers, and a myriad of different digital devices. I used to be less worried about our time-saving conveniences and extra involved about our children now not being capable of function without the devices they rely on.

Lately, I ran throughout a piece of writing that designated the brand new imaginative and prescient of schools. one of the high faculties has carried out away with textbooks because the content material is absolutely virtual. they’re trying to combine online publications with head to head practice. one of the excessive faculty principals changed into quoted as saying, “To be educating children with a blackboard and chalk in an age in which you don’t should memorize the 50 capitals of the 50 states due to the fact you could Google it actually quick.”

This questioning is so mistaken that it is no surprise our kids are becoming mentally lazy. There are lots to be stated for being able to memorize things. The old expression is real: use it or lose it. In case you don’t use your memory every day, sooner or later you may not be capable of taking into account essential info that might be essential on your lifestyles. no longer the whole thing is on Google; some things you just must store in your head for future use.

I recall Studying a e-book approximately a soldier who had back from conflict. He turned into injured in an explosion and had misplaced all his facial features. He could not communicate or listen so he had no way to talk what he turned into feeling. As he laid on the medical institution mattress, the best aspect that also functioned became his mind and he suffered widespread frustration because he realized that he had in no way used it. He hadn’t study any books and hadn’t been interested in getting to know something and now he had endless years ahead of him with nothing to occupy his thoughts. He stored wishing that he had memorized something in order that he may want to have something to consider in place of this big desolate tract of nothingness. The e-book had a considerably have an effect on me and from that point on, I kept trying out my reminiscence on the whole lot I examine and heard.

Due to the fact youngsters are now not required to memorize information and save lots of portions of data of their heads, we have to now take obligation for generating a technology of youngsters who have to be entertained via expensive gadgets and who could have problem functioning without them.

We have most effective to observe what is happening in Japan to see that our children might not be able to deal with surviving herbal failures. As of the previous day, one of the newscasts said there had been 5.6 million homes and not using a power. Without a doubt put, they can’t use their computers or get at the Net. They cannot use their cell phones and they can’t text all of us for solutions to private or commercial enterprise problems. If the Japanese youngsters have been knowledgeable as poorly as American kids, they wouldn’t actually have discovered the way to write in longhand so that they could not report what has happened and how it has affected them.

For the people in Japan, whose children are still being taught traditional abilities, they have got an part. In the event that they have a flashlight, they can nonetheless study an e-book, write a letter, calculate their fees, and contend with something odds and ends that you’ll accomplish inside the Dark.

For the humans in The united states, maximum things would come to a standstill. our youngsters are being taught to read matters on a computer display screen in preference to in books. each person who has a love of Studying will inform you that your comprehension is extra cute when your eyes are searching down at a broadcast web page than searching up at that identical page. Each time I have had to edit a book or a person has edited one in every of my books, We’ve got always commented on the fact that we need to do a printout of the pages so that We can appearance down at the pages to capture the errors. The publisher of the newspaper who printed my weekly Recommendation column must have used his PC to edit his column because someday, his headline in ambitious print declared that someone whom he widespread become his “roll” model.

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The 4 Columns of a Christian existence

As we all realize, you can’t build a valid shape without first laying an excellent foundation upon which We can erect the main columns a good way to preserve the weight of the relaxation of the constructing. Similarly, the 3 monotheistic faiths (Judaism, Muslim, and Christianity) all have predominant pillars that assist the weight of the edification in their ideals. The Jews have 5 pillars of faith[1], the Muslims have 5[2], and Christians have 5.

Now, I am not going to go into details about the pillars of other faiths, but we do need to realize the five pillars of Christianity. We’re going to do this because I am sure that if we requested all of us right here what the 5 pillars of our religion are, in different words, what we base our religion on; most people may also bet perhaps two or 3, however now not all. So, what are the five pillars of our religion?

5 Pillars of Christianity:

1. The virgin birth of Jesus[3]

2. The deity of Jesus[4]

3. The blood atonement of Jesus[5]

4. The bodily resurrection of Jesus[6]

5. The second one coming of Jesus[7]

Those are the fundamental pillars of our religion, that is, the columns that support our perception in God, His Phrase and His redemptive paintings. but now we need to ask; what columns assist the weight of day to day living? There are Four columns that aid the load that the arena produces in our lifestyles; therefore, this will be the topic that we’ll be exploring these days. these days we can explore the 4 columns that we have to build upon the inspiration.

I. Prayer

As I’ve stated and repeated many times, prayer lifestyles is an thing of our Christian lifestyles that we regularly pay very little attention to, or absolutely brush aside. And in most cases that is something that occurs because of our impatience. I say this due to the fact even though sometimes the Lord solutions our prayers at once, this isn’t always always the case. And that is something that leads many to think that God does not concentrate, or that He is not aware of what takes place to us. In other phrases, impatience leads many to end up discouraged and forestall praying. But the truth of it’s miles that prayer is the simplest weapon that we have to shield ourselves against the powers of darkness. however more importantly, prayer unleashes blessings in our lifestyles. I say this because prayer brings peace, deliverance, and miracles. The exceptional instance that I will use to illustrate the factor that I am attempting to make is what took place to Peter, while he turned into imprisoned to be done for preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ[8].

Prayer brings peace into our existence. Permit’s take a closer look at what happened to Peter so that you better understand what I am announcing. In Acts 12:five-6 we discover that we’re told: “… Peter was consequently saved in prison, however consistent prayer changed into presented to God for him via the church. 6And when Herod was approximately to bring him out, that night time Peter changed into snoozing, bound with two chains between squaddies; and the guards before the door have been maintaining the jail… ” As We are able to see, Peter was thrown into prison chained to 2 squaddies, and changed into ready to be performed. What mindset did this guy demonstrate? was Peter begging the King to spare him? changed into Peter worried and frightened? The answer isn’t any! As We are able to see in These verses, Peter become napping. How turned into this possible? How can each person sleep with so much anxiety? He should sleep for two reasons. Number one, he knew that his lifestyles changed into not within the fingers of guy but in God’s palms. Range , “… regular prayer changed into provided to God for him by way of the church… ” Our prayers and the intercessory prayers of our brethren unharness peace in our life. Inform the individual sitting subsequent to you: prayer produces peace.