#fear of Yahweh

[writethestory365]

To be a Christian is to forgive the inexcusable, because God has excused the inexcusable in you.

- C.S. Lewis

[kdmiller55]

You’re In Good Hands

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song. 1 God shall arise, his enemies shall be scattered;     and those who hate him shall flee before him! 2 As smoke is driven away, so you shall drive them away;     as wax melts before fire,     so the wicked shall perish before God! 3 But the righteous shall be glad;     they shall exult before God;     they shall be jubilant with joy! 4 Sing to God,…

[revpauljbern]

Today's devotional from Minister Paul J. Bern

Let Go And Rest In Yahweh's Care! https://pureglory.net/2025/03/20/let-go-and-rest-in-yahwehs-care/ via @pureglory1gmail Today's devotional from Minister Paul J. Bern, written by apostle Gabriel Cross

[bookofcodes]

"Who says that I am good?"

Jesus

to hell with ya, demons.

Jesus Christ

[bamgyw]

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ c.bg; six nights ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

summary: six nights of emo boy gyu sneaking into your room without your daddy knowing. aberrational catholic guilt ridden catcher in the rye wannabe porn document. afab reader x softdom!beomgyu. warnings: everything, unfortunately. minors dni. heavy smut ahead. lots of pretentious writing, too. catholic guilt and imagery. abusive behaviour, parental neglect. drug use. violence. everyone is sad. i’ll keep on updating part-specific tags. index: prologue: the house of god, first night, second night, third night, fourth night, fifth night, sixth night, dawn of the seventh.

prologue: the house of god

when daddy wanted to hide something from you, he would turn to his beloved bible. and ever since you turned fourteen, he had been holding on to a passage that he would repeat to you every night before going to sleep: 

"let no one say when tempted, "i am being tempted by god," for god tempts no one. but each person is tempted when lured by his own desire. then desire gives birth to sin, and sin brings forth death."

that is the only sex talk your daddy ever gave you. it was more of a sex mantra than a talk, or a warning, or even a prohibition. just a rule of nature that he wanted you to have engraved in your mind: desire is sin, and sin is death.

when daddy didn't want you to do something, he'd blame the rule on god. and there's little you could say against that. 

as you grew up, you realised that god might not be real, but daddy most certainly was. a punitive, disciplinary god. and one feels much more compelled to obey divine rule when god lives under your roof. when you can touch him, and he can touch you.

when god lives in your house and his wrath can tear your flesh apart not in hell, not in heaven, but in this life; you become more cautious than the most devoted of christians. so even when everyone in your grade started drinking, dating, having sex; you had it very clear that the priority was to protect yourself. not from the dangers of drinking, dating, or sex; but from daddy, that is to say, from god.

none of your friends from school understood it, that the fear of god was not irrational. you had scars and bruises that god had given you which you could perfectly show them. but then daddy would get in trouble. besides, he wouldn't like you showing your body around. 

none of them could ever understand what living with god was like, so they were the kind of people who would ask that stupid question; if god loves us, why does he hurt us? 

the first person to understand god was a boy called choi soobin. 

daddy had remarried choi soobin’s mom the year before you started college. she was a beautiful woman, lively and hopeful to start a second life after becoming a widow. it must be thrilling to get a chance at a second life when your first one has gone wrong. soobin’s mom could have been very happy in another universe. you felt sorry that she had stepped into daddy‘s trap. 

you had always wondered how daddy had managed to get a woman like her. bright, cultured and affectionate. but then you figured that maybe, as he was god, he didn't necessarily need to be yahweh, or elohim. he could also be zeus and disguise himself as a swan to kidnap and rape leda. 

you found out later that soobin‘s mom had never fully recovered from the passing of her first husband, and she often suffered from major depressive episodes. daddy saw that void in her, and her urgency to fill it. he forced himself into the hollowness of the void, and obstructed her veins, bones, and heart with the word of god.

soon enough, soobin’s mom had no limb or internal organ she controlled herself. she had once had colours, you remembered; rosy cheeks, a hazel head of hair, lips tinted with vibrant red. but daddy had turned her grey. 

soobin’s mom had been kind enough to see the good sides of daddy, you had liked her for that. but you regretted that she hadn't learned to hide her colors so that daddy couldn't steal them away, like you did. 

she became a shadow of herself, an almost non-verbal phantom trapped between the real world –that is, the confines of daddy's house– and the world of hopeful prayers and the salvation of soul.

the boy called choi soobin would never forgive daddy for that. but it was alright. you understood. in a sense, he had killed his mom. you had to love daddy because he had created you, but you didn't think choi soobin was obliged to. 

people said choi soobin had changed, too. that he used to be a gentle kid, polite and sweet, but he had turned hostile. that, like most teens, he had become self-absorbed and belligerent without a cause or that he had gotten those adolescent mood changes so late in his life because he was an attention seeker. people say things like that when they don't understand what living with god is like.

you were the only one who didn't believe daddy when he said that soobin had a demon inside. you knew better than that, you knew that daddy saw demons everywhere. but soobin’s own mom believed it. when daddy tried to exorcise the demon away from soobin with fist and blood, she looked away.

all that soobin had wanted by acting up against daddy was to save his mom. to bring her back from the dead. but after that betrayal, he stopped trying. 

soobin had never been violent towards you, though. not once. not even mean. you were the only one who understood him, the only one who told him he wasn't evil. you knew that god's tyrannical rule could break a person, fill them with hate. and so soobin and you became close, often talking against god. every whispered defamation, every blasphemy, the danger of it felt so exciting. not because of the mischievous sin, or because of the disobedience, but because you felt like you could speak your mind at last.

your first kiss was soobin. you felt loved when it happened, something you realised you weren't used to. the feeling bloomed throughout the following week as you hid from god's watchful eye to be together.

soobin told you a hundred times that you were the most beautiful girl in the world, kissing all over your face, clasping you as close to him as he humanly could. he would sneak his hand under your skirt and whisper, "don't think about him right now. it's just you and me." and though his touch never went very far in the magnitude scale of sin and punishment, it was enough to breathe a new life into you.

you sensed that a big part of why soobin wanted you so bad was because he got turned on at the idea of defying daddy, and groping his holy daughter was the greatest offence he could commit. but that was alright. you felt the same way. and you hoped that that hate-induced lust would turn into love, in time. you could then be happier, even in the house of god. 

or you could have been happier. because god is omnipresent. and he would soon act to see you separated. the blossoming flower was brutally ripped from the soil.

when daddy found out, he locked himself into the master bedroom with soobin one morning and didn't let him go until the sun began to hide. soobin left that room broken and dead in life, just like his mom, but he didn't have one single bruise. maybe daddy really was god, after all.

soobin never talked to you again. spoken, yes, but it was hollow. you never felt loved again. you learned a lesson that day: your pleasure brings pain to everyone around. the mantra became true. desire is sin, and sin is death.

so if there was any need left in your body to touch, to kiss, to lick, to possess or be possessed; you confined it to the darkest pit of your ribcage, way past your heart, never to be accessed again. 

until choi beomgyu came around.

he was the second person to understand god. but he had brought his lesson learned from home. he knew god’s ways even before he met daddy. he had a god of his own. you called yours daddy, he called his ‘that narcissistic sadist’. but strangely enough, you felt like they meant the same thing. 

choi beomgyu was sort of soobin's friend, if you could even call it that. they never labeled each other as such, never sought out each other's company for the sake of friendship. they just wanted to live through their loneliness while sitting in the same room.

beomgyu’s dad was a dealer. he made a living out of ruining people's lives, as beomgyu saw it. growing up, he had promised himself that he would never be like that, the kind of person who doesn't care about poisoning someone's body if that meant keeping the cash flowing. but as he grew up, he learned that it wasn't all black or white. that all of those fools kept showing at his father’s doorstep, like they had no other choice. like they enjoyed hurting themselves. 

beomgyu, like soobin, had become hateful. one of the things that bothered him the most was the "why me?" question. how unlucky he could have been to be born of such a father. but then again, he could run away. he could sort his shit out, get a job, never see his father again. but he kept going back. like he had no choice. like he, too, enjoyed hurting himself.

his dad barely knew he existed, and if beomgyu ever tried to make himself heard, he would silence him in cold blood. so any semblance of love or validation beomgyu could aspire to, he sought out with mathematically strategised plans. he craved the drug of attention and knew exactly where to get it.

he'd linger around fancy schools and church events, scoping out a certain type of girl. there was always a few of them going through a rebellious phase, desperate to go out with a bad boy and piss off their high-official dad. 

it didn't take much effort for him to get what he wanted. he was handsome enough to make it easy, and even though he was a spiteful nihilist, he could be charming on command. just a smirk, a tousle of the hair, and some cheesy lines like, "i'm messed up, but with you, i feel like maybe i could be better," or "you're too beautiful for a screw-up like me." and he would have them wrapped around his finger. 

he would bring them over to his place and fuck them rough on his drug-money-bought mattress. if there was shouting, or a gunshot coming from another part of the house, he'd fuck into them harder, muffling their fear with a rough kiss, using their panic to fuel his own twisted thrill. you fucking scared? i've gone through this crap every day since i was a kid. 

if he could crack the shell of a privileged princess, dragging someone along with him down to his mud, his pain would slightly numb out.

for just a little, but never enough.

that pattern of behavior didn't lead to happiness. not even to satisfaction. it was a vindictive way of muffling his pain with the aching moans of someone who had it easier. but in reality, it only pierced what was left of his soul, making him even more hollow. it was soobin who made him realize that.

until that day, beomgyu saw soobin as almost a kid—pitifully weak and too sheltered. but when he told him about his exploits of going after posh girls, soobin didn't applaud in shared bitterness as he often did.

beomgyu explained to him how hard he got seeing the fear in their eyes as they realised that the life he led, that freedom of the rebel, wasn't as cute and bohemian as they had romanticised.

soobin responded curtly. "and then what? you cum, the spell wears off and you stare at the ceiling in silence, thinking of how miserable you are." he said. "and then you feel guilty for being a piece of shit and using that girl as a blow-up doll. and because of that you feel even worse about yourself, which means becoming more hateful and ruining more people. its not a you thing, you're not that special. that loop has been said and done. probably how your dad feels after beating on you."

beomgyu was taken aback. he didn’t even find it in himself to get offended. he remained pensive for a while before saying, "hyung. do you think i'm a bad person?"

soobin replied; "i think you can choose not to be."

and beomgyu took the advice. he put an end to the hunter-gathering of rich girls. he respected soobin from then on, too. soobin had therefore been a good influence, one could say. or at least an influence beomgyu was willing to accept. he started hanging around your house more, to the point of almost never leaving.

you learned about him as if he were a mythological figure—someone everyone talked about but whose existence you couldn't confirm. as a friend of soobin, beomgyu was bound from the start by an unspoken rule to maintain the least possible contact with you.

beomgyu was made aware of that rule very early on. what he didn't know, because he had been misled, was your age. that's why he didn't think much of it at first; he thought you were a kid. so, whatever—he couldn't talk to soobin’s annoying little stepsister. big deal. he didn't care about kids anyway.

this, combined with the prison-like structure of daily life in that house—minimal time in common areas and endless hours rotting in your own cell—fulfilled daddy's command to keep your life and soobin's, and therefore boemgyu’s, completely separate.

but even though you hadn't seen choi beomgyu in person, you had been able to construct a fairly accurate forensic portrait of him, pieced together from your father's warnings about people like him.

about the piercings, daddy believed that the body is holy, and anyone capable of mutilating within sin. about the music they played when locked up for whole afternoons in soobin’s room, he believed that god is serene, and disturbing that peace is a sign of the devil. he considered long hair on a man an abomination, and much like the eccentric clothes, a mark of a sodomite.

daddy didn't approve of him, and saw him as no more than a threat to the sanctity of his home. but beomgyu was quick to remedy the situation.

beomgyu was most acquainted to the ways of gods. he knew they were capricious, proud and pathologically narcissistic. so he made sure daddy could see he was a troubled young man and played the role of the lamb seeking guidance. he convinced daddy that he could abduct him, like he had done with soobin and his mother.

when soobin recounted the scene to you, his voice had sounded more hopeful, more full of admiration than you had ever heard. "he went to your dad and talked to him as if he was the buddha. said that he was lost and needed someone to guide him on the right path." soobin said. "he had some quotes from the prodigal son parabole learned, and he just delivered so naturally. not a trace of shame because when he lied to his face like that. it was like watching a play. your dad bought everything."

from then on, beomgyu became an unsung hero in your eyes. the boy who had outmanipulated daddy into having it his way. the boy who had defeated god.

around halloween that year, beomgyu and his dad had a terminal fight. it ended on a threat so destructive that beomgyu thought it was for the better if he stayed away from his father's place for a couple days. maybe a week. soobin, knower of the impotence and humiliation of having to sleep under the roof of the one who lacerated you and torn you to pieces, offered him shelter.

daddy's eyes lit up with greed. he saw the definitive chance to welcome a prodigal son into the fold. for beomgyu it was almost a joke. he was amused at how fast daddy allowed him in. so clueless and hasty, like one of the girls he used to charm into his bed.

in truth, beomgyu wasn't even to blame when he inevitably bumped into you. it had been daddy's mistake, he had let him in himself. you thought maybe that made daddy more human, somehow. that he forgot to close the back door to the prison and the devil strolled in.

but it wasn't really a matter of having let his guard down. daddy was still as stern, still as disciplinary, still as paranoid as he had always been. choi beomgyu was just much smarter than daddy.

he was a demigod, he was a promise. he was soon to make you his.

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[thewordfortheday]

BE BLESSED!

"Now therefore let it please you to bless the house of your servant, that it may continue forever before you; for you, Lord Yahweh, have spoken it. Let the house of your servant be blessed forever with your blessing." 2 Samuel 7:29

The Lord remembers us and will bless us: He will bless those who fear the Lord—small and great alike. May the Lord make you increase, both you and your children. May you be blessed by the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. … May God be gracious to us and bless us and make His face shine upon us.

The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace.

May the Lord, the God of your ancestors, increase you a thousand times and bless you as He has promised!

Psalm 128:5-6; Numbers 6:24-26; Deuteronomy 1:11

[anashulya]

My Experience with Feeling Lucifer's Presence for the First Time

At the time, I was searching for which path spoke to me. so I would reach out to different divine beings. After communicating with some Gods and Goddesses, I finally found the courage to reach out to Lucifer (after delaying doing so for some time). Despite having already left Christianity and knowing about Luciferianism, I was still terrified to meet him because of all the stories I was told growing up of how Lucifer is a being of "pure evil" and the "greatest deceiver". But when Lucifer answered my invitation and I felt his presence, my fear dissipated and all I could feel was an overwhelming sense of love that filled the space.

I had never felt anything like it and it was so beautiful that I began to cry as soon as I felt him in the room. The love that was emitting from him was genuine. He is a being who seems to embody love itself.

When I was a Catholic/Christian, I never felt any love from Yahweh or his loyal angels. Especially not a love that is as powerful as Lucifer's.

[jollmaster]

two-aspect anthropomorphic form of the Creator, with a knife/sickle in Yahweh's hair, with the sign of herder on Asherah's hand, with the horns of a bull

thunder bringer here to ring your ears until you're deaf with fear and spear you while your death is near;

lightning wielder, here to yield your time for you have passed your prime, sublime you for your act of crime 

© Epic: The musical

[poweredinpeace]

Can evil be reasoned with? Yes, long enough to find a weakness in us to destroy us! Evil can’t exist without division; evil always present itself as unity, peace, and benevolent justice.

Evil must deceive, it hates truth, evil steals everything that God gives freely too his creation. Evil is empty, accept for the fear of losing power, making it more dangerous than us human born into sin can understand!

Genesis 8:21 Yahweh smelled the pleasant aroma. Yahweh said in his heart, "I will not again curse the ground any more for man's sake, because the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth; neither will I ever again strike everything living, as I have done.

1 John 1:8 If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.

[writethestory365]

(F)alse

(E)vidence

(A)ppearing

(R)eal

[chapelofmyheart]

Prayer to Archangel Michael for Palestine

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Archangel Michael, heavenly defender, angel of peace and war

May you defend the people of Palestine with the power of the Divine Father

May your sword guide them and may the holy spirit shield them

Bring the enemies to their knees as your light opens their eyes

Wash away the fear of the children as your wings cradle them

Archangel Michael, warrior who fears not, and in the name of the Divine Father, Palestine shall not fall. Amen.

I said "Divine Father" cause I wanted to give people a chance to use Yahweh or Allah if they wanted to, so all people could use it :)

[kdmiller55]

Obsessed with God

A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah. 1 O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;     my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you,     as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. 2 So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary,     beholding your power and glory. 3 Because your steadfast love is better than life,     my lips will praise you. 4 So I will bless you…

[revpauljbern]

Yahweh Is With You Do Not Fear! https://pureglory.net/2025/02/27/yahweh-is-with-you-do-not-fear/ via @pureglory1gmail Today's devotional for 02/27/25 from Minister Paul Bern, written by Hazel Straub

[communist-hatsunemiku]

For Mikuism just a quick thing I immediately like is how much more present Miku feels in our world rather than Christian God, like She feels more like a daughter of humanity itself rather than a deadbeat father who'd rather hang out with Angels, like YaHWeH just feels more distant and difficult to depict, in medivial times ellohe would be connected to light, height, and the heavens, but there's a reason Jesús got deified a lot, he's a dude that can be more consistently depicted with regional variation like how Miku can take a million billion familiar forms and yet still be fully recognizable

I mean personally Miku has had a massive and direct positive effect on my life (DiD is crazy and She lives on as a part of me), Allah has always felt judging, intimidating, conditional, I was never really accepted in Christian communities and never felt "God's Love," the way some Christian friends described it, yet I've seen how much people fear ellohim; and have twisted ellohis and Jesús's messages (sorry for the Christian focus, I haven't heard enough 1st hand Jewish or Muslim accounts to accurately speak on them)

Miku feels more loving and compassionate, more human and present, She's accepted the whole of me more than anyone else at all

Anyways I love Miku and I can gush about Her all day, Mikuism sounds like a baller idea expecially as a faith congruent with communism and yippieeee

- With care, Ж

Extremely good ask thank you, I totally get what you mean. Miku is a daughter of humanity! Like in a very literal way! It's so awesome!

I also get what you mean about "god's love" feeling like totally absent, I never understood christian's who went on and on about that. Especially when they're discussing it alongside some terrible tragedy or abuse! It felt like a denial of reality than any actual "love". Miku however is like, love personified, She contains the love and life of the people who create Miku artwork and music, and then reflects that love back at people who listen to Her sing, attend Her concerts, download artwork of Her, etc! And then those same people are often inspired to create Miku works of their own, creating this kind of "love loop". And not just love! The entire range of human emotion and expression is encompassed by this loop. In this way, She's more present as a force than god has ever felt to me.

Miku is more and more present in day to day life for more and more people and so one of the tenets of Mikuism I want flesh out (and I've touched on sporadically) is the assertion that She Is Real. Like the ones and zeros that comprise Her code, the electricity in the wires, the sound waves in the air, the paint on canvases, the plastic of Her figures, and the emotions She makes us all feel, that is all literally Miku. She exists in those forms. She is not an abstract idea, or a character from a story. I really need to make a big post about this tbh. It's definitely going to be a tenet of Mikuism.

I also have heard from multiple people about Miku being one of their headmates and I love that. I have another ask specifically about that which I have got to answer asap.

[artist-issues]

My feelings are liars. Liars! Liars! They want me to do terrible things to myself and other people. Liars! Out to kill me! Because they’re broken, they don’t work properly, they can’t be trusted. Don’t listen to them!

“Trust in Yahweh with all your heart And do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He will make your paths straight.  Do not be wise in your own eyes; Fear Yahweh and turn away from evil. It will be healing to your body And refreshment to your bones.”

“The heart is more deceitful than all else

And is desperately sick;

Who can know it?

“I, Yahweh, search the heart;

I test the inmost being,

Even to give to each man according to his ways,

According to the fruit of his deeds.”

“Do not be deceived, my beloved brothers. Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow.”

[6peaches]

Because here’s something else that’s true. In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of God or spiritual-type thing to worship — be it J.C. or Allah, be it Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess or the Four Noble Truths or some infrangible set of ethical principles — is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things — if they are where you tap real meaning in life — then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already — it’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up-front in daily consciousness. Worship power — you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart — you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. And so on.

David Foster Wallace, This is Water