#godservant

[miykah-yisrael]

My mind right now is on a move

With so much to do and so much to prove

My heart is attached to Yah's word

I'm a real spiritual nerd

Dissect and read again

Slow my mind down and read again

[godserv]

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[kintsugiscars-archive]

“Thou hast been silent lately.” Nald’thal hummed as they lightly pressed a tip of their finger ‘gainst Lex’s head. “What is it that bothers thee?”

Truly, nothing escaped their notice.

Lex's gaze wandered down to his lap, the habit of looking away from his god too ingrained to break. He fidgeted with his fingers while cheeks blossomed red and mouth stuttered words.

"It... it's nothing of import, my lords, I promise." His nervous energy moved from his fingers to the delicate fabrics draped across his chest. "I simply. Um. It's..."

Against his better judgement, he bit the edge of his lips, though it did little to hide the squeak in his voice. "Temptations of the flesh, nothing more, my lords."

[thepriestdoesnotsay]

Man's vanity may well approach the infinite in capacity but his knowledge remains imperfect and howevermuch he comes to value his judgements ultimately he must submit them before a higher court. Here there can be no special pleading. Here are considerations of equity and rectitude and moral right rendered void and without warrant and here are the views of the litigants despised. Decisions of life and death, of what shall be and what shall not, beggar all question of right. In elections of these magnitudes are all lesser ones subsumed, moral, spiritual, natural.   The judge searched out the circle for disputants. But what says the priest? he said.   Tobin looked up. The priest does not say.   The priest does not say, said the judge. Nihil dicit. But the priest has said. For the priest has put by the robes of his craft and taken up the tools of that higher calling which all men honor. The priest also would be no godserver but a god himself.   Tobin shook his head. You've a blasphemous tongue, Holden. And in truth I was never a priest but only a novitiate to the order.   Journeyman priest or apprentice priest, said the judge. Men of god and men of war have strange affinities.   I'll not secondsay you in your notions, said Tobin. Dont ask it.   Ah Priest, said the judge. What could I ask of you that you've not already given?

[paulwwayne]

+++ Wednesday Blessings +++

+++ God's Servants Are faithfully Blessed +++

+++ Righteousness, Peace, Security, Triumph Over Opposition And Strength Are Found Only In The Lord +++

➕➕➕ AMEN ➕➕➕

pastor, Paul Wayne

Blessings+Love+Peace

✝️💜☮

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[rafanboy]

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[victoriayoga]

#happybirthday to lord #krisna ✨🕉❤️ may he inspire all of us how to serve eachother with the most sweetest #love ❤️ may we #celebrate the #union of #manandwoman on #spiritual practices and became #fullofjoy and #bliss✨ #haribol #happyjanmshtami #harekrisna #radheradhe #yogagirl #gopi #bhaktiyoga #godservant #prema #puja #japa #chanttheholynames

[godserv]

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[rashamonarchive1]

“I pity you. Because you have to live with it, you have to live with yourself.”

THE LARK SINGS HYMNS OF A NEW SORROW; BECKONING YOU TO THE FINISH LINE AS YOU ROUND OFF YOUR FINAL RACE. the challenge is finding the strength inside him to keep up with his untamed force of will. entangles his pale skin with cloth like ivy, rashomon’s hold swivels around his dirt stained trench and squishes his cravat against his shallow chest, protecting and enhancing the weakling form that akutagawa had been cursed with. he trashes against his bindings, he feels his heartbeat pulsate over gooseflesh. the euphoria of inciting rectifiable violence; of staring down his mortality as the singing of his moniker becomes the manic chanting of internal disciples. he’s here to bend the world to his will. he’ll utilize any method to make that happen. the dog resists the tug of his long leash until his throat is bloodlet and raw.  “  i wouldn’t waste my time with such a sentiment  :  i’ve never experienced guilt, nor remorse for my actions and i suppose i never will. so don’t pity me; when i’m the one who will survive as i crush you into the dirt.  ”

[acaministry]

#acaministry #Reward #GodServent #DoWithGood #DoGood 1 Being certain that the Lord will give you the reward of the heritage: for you are the servants of the Lord Christ. Colossians 3:24 24.మీరేమి చేసినను అది మనుష్యుల నిమిత్తము కాక ప్రభువు నిమిత్తమని మన స్ఫూర్తిగా చేయుడి, మీరు ప్రభువైన క్రీస్తునకు దాసులైయున్నారు. Follow Us: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: @acaministry #DailyVerse #DailyPromise #TodayPromise #TodaysVerse #ChristianVerses #GodDay #GodGift #DailyBibleVerse #BibleVerse #Bible #acaministry #acachurch https://www.instagram.com/p/B79FFvZlW2c/?igshid=10ndd73q563hd

[leannan-sithe]

Godspousing Terms

This is a suggested list of godspousing terms that have been developed and loosely defined by our 50+ person private discord. We find them helpful to make distinctions, so hopefully you do too!

Basic Compound Terms

I propose godspouse be used as a generic umbrella term for any non-platonic relationship with an entity that is not in our world / on this plane, or however you wanna describe it.

godspouse, god-spouse, god spouse are all the same term, but I find godspouse more distinct about the type of relationship happening (and, it is easier to use on places like tumblr, where the split god spouse shows up when you search god or spouse now)

This word structure can be used for any number of words, primarily god- and spirit- added to terms like -spouse, -partner, -consort, -family, -mate.

The first word can also be: fae-, hero-, angel-, demon-, or other-. Otherspouse is commonly used as a neutral pronoun when in mixed company, i.e. when addressing a group of godspouses and spiritspouses, "Who are your Otherspouses?"

Concept of Courting

What is courting? To new folks, it sounds formal and intimidating. In short, it's a term for dating or pursuing a romantic / non-platonic relationship. Depending on your Otherpartner, courting can be informal and casual or formal and structured.

Some entities have their own political or cultural norms, and they may require structured courting. To give vague examples, this could be like going on dates for a set time before calling the relationship 'serious' or like going through a set of rituals in your pantheon of choice before you can date the partner.

Each entity has their own courting requirements, much like people. Be sure to discuss this with them! Dating can lead to marriage or other vows, so it's worth having open, clear communication.

List of Flexible Terms

-spouse

Can be generic or can imply some form of marital status.

-partner

For relationships that are more than 'dating' but do not include marriage; often used in partnerships that emphasize equality between the human and otherpartner.

-family

Not strictly a godspousing term, but useful in-context; used for relationships with entities that are familial, i.e. this god is my godfamily because they are my brother.

-consort

Although it can be a boyfriend/girlfriend equivalent, this term is more frequently used for relationships where the consort status (unmarried, still courting) of the human partner is important to the otherpartner; Consort IRL was used as a name for romantic partners of royalty who would not carry on hereditary royalty or political power; for some entities, this distinction is important as these entities have lives of their own and may hold power.

-mate

Less commonly used, but seems to imply an intimate relationship with trust that doesn't require definition by marriage or other agreements; IMO, the vibe is informed by the concept of 'mating for life' heavily, in that animals don't need formal documentation, they just are together.

Godowned and Godservant

These relationships are structured around Ownership or servitude, in a similar way that nuns commit to the Christian God.

Godowned has many expressions, but in short: the human has agreed to be owned by the otherpartner, for any variety of reasons. Ownership is not necessarily a Master / sl*ve relationship, although that is one expression of it.

Godowned example:

Because I am Theirs, Deity has committed to taking care of my emotional and mental well-being, to the point of bothering me when I need to take medication or when I need to step back and take time to myself. I submit to the nudges when they are given, as I've agreed to this dynamic and it's helpful for me to have someone give me instructions.

Godservant can be similar if not identical to Godowned, although it implies more of a servant relationship with the deity in question, not always ownership. This relationship dynamic is often very formal and includes vows and explicit expectations from the human and the otherpartner involved.

The servant concept is often expressed through acts of devotion, like learning a new language as a devotional act to the deity or doing research about the deity's pantheon etc.

Although not required, this dynamic is frequently expressed by being a Devotee/Devoted/Dedicant of [DeityName]. There is a formal declaration that you are dedicated to this particular Deity, which is often used as your public identifier (ex. Hi, I'm Rook a Devotee of Fairge, not Hi, I'm Rook, a pagan.)

The term Godsl*ve is also available for use! I am censoring it here solely to avoid the term coming up when sl*ve is searched on Tumblr. There is no judgement that I'm trying to imply.

Godsl*ve can be all of the above, but is clearly much more explicit about who wears the pants and who does not wear the pants in this relationship. This dynamic tends to have Dom/sub components and often is very structured with rules and requirements to be performed by the human involved.

Alternative Terms

As to not muddle the water more than I have already, here is a list of other terms folks use but are either less common or not generic enough to be included.

-thrall, -bride, -groom, -nun, -sworn, -lover, -f*cker

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[helshound]

I saw your post about having trouble with social stuff rn, so please take your time and reply to my ask when you're ready <3 I have offered Hel a blot at Samhain for some years now. In 2021, I really deepened my devotion to Her. I'm feeling called to explore godservantry (or, at the very least, a dedicated oath as a devotee). do you have tips, resources, advice, etc? I've already read Silence Maestas's book on Walking the Heartroad. thx much! <3

hi omg you're so sweet 😭😭 the problem is that I can't really give you any book recs or anything, because back in the day I mostly took my info from primary sources like the eddas. like, there's so much bad info out there that I don't really trust any secondary sources lest they turn out to be some absolutely whack shit like Galina krasskova or sth. if you wanna keep it save then don't rely too much in other people's upg or impression of the gods, I'd say. I formed my own praxis pretty much from a combo of reading the primary sources and my own opinions and direct experience with the gods 👍

as for advice on oaths/godspousing/godservant, that's really between you and her. imo the same things apply as for a relationship with a human. be cautious, don't let yourself get pressured into things, have and respect boundaries... idk, just like with a human ☺️ to me this is like a long-distance relationship haha.

if any of my followers have actual good resources available (that you vetted for bigotry, misinformation, and other nonsense) pls add them to this post, ok? I hope I could help you in any way anon, but if you have additional questions or if I misunderstood anything don't hesitate to shoot me a message 😌

[nicklloydnow]

"They grew gaunted and lank under the white suns of those days and their hollow burnedout eyes were like those of noctambulants surprised by day. Crouched under their hats they seemed fugitives on some grander scale, like beings for whom the sun hungered. Even the judge grew silent and speculative. He’d spoke of purging oneself of those things that lay claim to a man but that body receiving his remarks counted themselves well done with any claims at all. They rode on and the wind drove the fine gray dust before them and they rode an army of gray-beards, gray men, gray horses. The mountains to the north lay sunwise in corrugated folds and the days were cool and the nights were cold and they sat about the fire each in his round of darkness in that round of dark while the idiot watched from his cage at the edge of the light. The judge cracked with the back of an axe the shinbone on an antelope and the hot marrow dripped smoking on the stones. They watched him. The subject was war.

The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said the black.

The judge smiled, his face shining with grease.

What right man would have it any other way? he said.

The good book does indeed count war an evil, said Irving. Yet there’s many a bloody tale of war inside it.

It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.

He turned to Brown, from whom he’d heard some whispered slur or demurrer. Ah Davy, he said. It’s your own trade we honor here. Why not rather take a small bow. Let each acknowledge each.

My trade?

Certainly.

What is my trade?

War. War is your trade. Is it not?

And it aint yours?

Mine too. Very much so.

What about all them notebooks and bones and stuff?

All other trades are contained in that of war.

Is that why war endures?

No. It endures because young men love it and old men love it in them. Those that fought, those that did not.

That’s your notion.

The judge smiled. Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. Games of chance require a wager to have meaning at all. Games of sport involve the skill and strength of the opponents and the humiliation of defeat and the pride of victory are in themselves sufficient stake because they inhere in the worth of the principals and define them. But trial of chance or trial of worth all games aspire to the condition of war for here that which is wagered swallows up game, player, all.

Suppose two men at cards with nothing to wager save their lives. Who has not heard such a tale? A turn of the card. The whole universe for such a player has labored clanking to this moment which will tell if he is to die at that man’s hand or that man at his. What more certain validation of a man’s worth could there be? This enhancement of the game to its ultimate state admits no argument concerning the notion of fate. The selection of one man over another is a preference absolute and irrevocable and it is a dull man indeed who could reckon so profound a decision without agency or significance either one. In such games as have for their stake the annihilation of the defeated the decisions are quite clear. The man holding this particular arrangement of cards in his hand is thereby removed from existence. This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war is the truest form of divination. It is the testing of one’s will and the will of another within that larger will which because it binds them is therefore forced to select. War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.

Brown studied the judge. You’re crazy Holden. Crazy at last.

The judge smiled.

Might does not make right, said Irving. The man that wins in some combat is not vindicated morally.

Moral law is an invention of mankind for the disenfranchisement of the powerful in favor of the weak. Historical law subverts it at every turn. A moral view can never be proven right or wrong by any ultimate test. A man falling dead in a duel is not thought thereby to be proven in error as to his views. His very involvement in such a trial gives evidence of a new and broader view. The willingness of the principals to forego further argument as the triviality which it in fact is and to petition directly the chambers of the historical absolute clearly indicates of how little moment are the opinions and of what great moment the divergences thereof. For the argument is indeed trivial, but not so the separate wills thereby made manifest. Man’s vanity may well approach the infinite in capacity but his knowledge remains imperfect and howevermuch he comes to value his judgements ultimately he must submit them before a higher court. Here there can be no special pleading. Here are considerations of equity and rectitude and moral right rendered void and without warrant and here are the views of the litigants despised. Decisions of life and death, of what shall be and what shall not, beggar all question of right. In elections of these magnitudes are all lesser ones subsumed, moral, spiritual, natural.

The judge searched out the circle for disputants. But what says the priest? he said.

Tobin looked up. The priest does not say.

The priest does not say, said the judge. Nihil dicit. But the priest has said. For the priest has put by the robes of his craft and taken up the tools of that higher calling which all men honor. The priest also would be no godserver but a god himself.

Tobin shook his head. You’ve a blasphemous tongue, Holden. And in truth, I was never a priest but only a novitiate to the order.

Journeyman priest or apprentice priest, said the judge. Men of god and men of war have strange affinities.

I’ll not second say you in your notions, said Tobin. Don’t ask it.

Ah Priest, said the judge. What could I ask of you that you’ve not already given?"

[sarahpalibino]

I know you wouldn't mind my voice and the instrument I play, sounding might not right but my heart sing the songs of Love unto you. I will keep on practicing till the ear and heart are on the right rythm and the melodies of words will speak out. Till I will like David with a skillful hand, leading your people to praise you. . . . . . . . #worshipper #keyboard #practicepraise #Godservants #opportunitytopraiseyoualone #07july2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/BzpXR-shomH/?igshid=qf4fgbzsxxov

[epidaleacalamita]

doodle of my spooky boy vaughn. a scythe-staff that floats is a great prop for when you wanna strike a pose. getting used to this coloring style slowly but im liking it much better than my previous methods so it’s all good

[lockawayknight]

@axemurderercreighton said: [ lift ]

“[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc” — from Nonverbal Memes [selectively accepting]

Another scattering of dust and pebbles digs under the harpy’s talons — falls harmlessly around her feet — as she, once again, fails to claw up the cliffside’s face.

How dreadful a predicament this has become.

Always a flyer, never much of a fighter, Ornifex’s dreadfully long life has, very graciously, been more or less free from the pain of serious injury. Ariamis was peaceful, untouched by the hands of men. The godservants of Anor Londo dared not harm a child of Gwyn’s knights. Other creatures of darkness do not desire to harm one of their ilk. Warriors from over the oceans and ages spanning Lordran to Drangleic have feared her, kept their distance, if ever she showed herself alone. Conversation is a fantastic tool, she has learned, and humans heed it well. But woe, and cruelty, how rotten the travellers of Drangleic can be...

Once again, now beginning to grow panicked, Ornifex runs, hops, kicks and flails, but there is no way up to the ledge. Her wings are useless, broken and bludgeoned by those terrible wanderers who had sought to steal her wares, and she simply does not have the strength for such a huge leap with her slender legs alone. She is trapped, completely so, and so terribly, terribly afraid.

The sound of a voice and the feeling of a hand against her injured wing makes her squawk terribly, spinning around with a half-hissed caw. A human; there’s another human. She is not safe right now around humans, and humans are not safe, for it was humans that had caused her unsafety. Except…

“Skwaa...! O-oh, my goodness, kind neighbour Creighton, I apologise very sincerely!” she says, straightening herself quickly, no longer hunched for an attack as she recognises the mask of who it is that stands behind her. “You startled me, t-terribly so! I… I am, ah…”

Oh? But what is he doing? He is… goodness, in her rattled brain, human language is proving very difficult to process. She cannot make sense of his words, but she can tell that his tone is kind, and she can tell that the way he braces himself against the wall and holds his hands outwards so strangely is because he is offering his strength as a tool so that she may finally reach the elusive rocky ledge.

Her feathers unruffle, her panicked warbles turning to soft purrs, as she studies her neighbour of his intentions. She can’t help but be wary, having so recently been harmed by knights such as him. However…

“Mm, hm, thank you, kind neighbour,” she coos as she sheepishly steps towards him, testing the sturdiness of her talons in his hands before using the extra leverage for a proper leap. Finally, at long last (though she may have accidentally clawed his helm in the process — goodness!), her scrambling talons find solid ground, and she is able to pull herself up onto the ledge. Foolishly, reflexively, however, she moves her arms to sturdy herself, and yet another crunch of shattering something comes from the core of her wing. A cry of pain escapes her as she’s reminded of the damages that had been done. She whimpers terribly; however, she is, at the very least, much closer to her destination. Home — yes, yes, she just needs to get home…

She wishes to call out to Creighton in thanks, but human language again escapes her in her pain. She hopes her neighbour understands. Silently, even, she hopes he may continue to assist.

The world is a most terrifying place to walk without a knight.