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Me, after finishing Raul Aconites route, absolutely furious he doesn't really exist
#its been a while since an otome ll has effected me this much#his route? so good#the mature aspects were just so well done#its refreshing to see a route where the main ll and mc arent blushing by just looking at each other#im feral for him tho#the last two cut screens?#mother mary jesus wept#fiendish#rual aconite#cupid parasite#otome
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“She was one of the women who accompanied and aided Jesus in Galilee (Luke 8:1-2), and all four canonical Gospels attest that she witnessed Jesus' crucifixion and burial; John 19:25-26 further notes that she stood by the cross, near the Virgin Mary and the unidentified Apostle whom Jesus loved.”
“11 Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb 12 and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot. 13 They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?” “They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” John 20:11 - 13
“Meanwhile, standing near the cross of Jesus were his mother, and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene.” John 19:25
“16 Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She turned toward him […] 17 Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’” John 20:16 - 18
"The companion of the [...] is Mary of Magdala. The [...] her more than [...] the disciples, I...] kissed her often on her [...].” - Gospel of Mary.
Mary Magdalene in the Cave, Hugues Merle, 1868.
1x01, Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers / 1x04, Chapter Four: The Body / 1x05 Chapter Five: The Flea and the Acrobat / 1x04, Chapter Four: The Body / 1x08 Chapter Eight: The Upside Down / 2x05 Chapter Five: Dig Dug / 2x06 Chapter Six: The Spy / 1x08 Chapter Eight: The Upside Down / 2x05 Chapter Five: Dig Dug / 2x02 Chapter Two: Trick or Treat, Freak / 2x06 Chapter Six: The Spy / 1x08 Chapter Eight: The Upside Down
#i cooked#I absolutely cooked#now it’s time to compare him to Joan of arc#mike wheeler#mary magdalene#will byers#byler#vaguely byler really#will as Jesus…..I cooked.#the bible#religious imagery#tw religious themes#jesus christ#christianity#christian symbolism#character analysis#stranger things#st s1#st s2#stranger things analysis#mike wheeler analysis#catholiscism
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3 PM At Skull Rock
I wonder what Jesus’ last moments were like
Hanging on the cross like old laundry.
It was probably not so mystical or beautiful,
But maybe thinking that is heresy.
“Eloi, Eloi! Lama sabacthani?”
That was what he cried, according to the testimony old.
What if, as he knew he was going to die,
He was really saying “Daddy, Daddy! Where did you go?”
I wonder if Mary cried until she threw up
Seeing her son so fragile, flayed, and frail.
It was different when He was a baby and couldn’t hold his own head up.
Now He is thirty-three and He is paying the world’s bail.
Mary’s heart breaks like glass as they lower his body down,
And her sobs become screams when she sees exactly what they did
She realizes she can’t bury Him as he deserves in his hometown
She’s just another mother who has to remember burying her kid.
I wonder if Joseph held her close as she cried in their bed at night
I wonder if Mary hated God for deciding her son needed to die,
And I wonder if God understood, felt any sympathy for her plight
As he heard her beg to trade places with her Emmanuel, “Why him Lord, and not I?”
Her son’s words echo in her sacred maternal heart
“Daddy! Daddy! Where did you go?” she remembers and
She dry-heaves again, the grief never ends; only starts
It is messy, it is soul-rending, it is endless as grains of sand.
Mary hates God, and she is cautiously avoided in the synagogue
Her eyes are downcast, so she doesn’t see or hear those who do offer comfort
She despises her Creator, and her grief hangs low like fog
She crumbles in her strength, her duty to serve God come first.
She is a shell of herself, her son’s lifeless face etched with pain
It plays in her head without respite, she’s not slept in days
Rumours begin circulating—no she can’t have hope again
Her heart continues to break though she sings God’s praise.
The people are talking about it, Mary can’t take it
She can’t bring herself to get out of bed anymore
What’s the point? Her son is dead, her sin was remit!
Her heart was tired, her soul was sore.
Joseph comes in suddenly, and so does Simon
Running in like the devil himself was on their heels
“He is risen! Praise be to the high one!”
Her head swam like a drunk group of electric eels.
Mary asks them what they mean
She arises begrudgingly from her rot
She is hurting—their joy feels obscene
“Christ is risen!” No, it can’t be, he is not.
Mary is dressed and dragged out of bed,
She is arguing with her husband the entire way there
He is happy, she wishes she was dead
She urges God “if You were merciful” in exhausted prayer.
Then Mary sees him; she stops in her tracks
Her Emmanuel, bearing no more than where the nails held him
She is so angry, she almost doesn’t react
Her grief poured out; she was full to the brim.
She yells, she screams, she sobs
“How dare you do this to me!”
“You are sick, lower than dogs!”
He goes before his mother, “Mama, Mama—it's me.”
Between her tears, Mary looks at her son
She sees his big, brown eyes that are unmarred by death or blood
It was him, it was him! He was indeed the one,
And as she held his soft face, her tears continued to flood.
“I missed you, Mama! I missed you so,”
Mary barely hears him; she has her face in his shoulder
He smelled not like death and rot, nor his fate so slow
And she was happy because he could get older.
“I missed you so much.”
Said her Emmanuel, his own voice beginning to break
And soon they both wept, too much, so much,
Her Emmanuel was here, but they both still ache.
#original poem#poetry#religious poetry#religious art#lgbt catholic#queer catholic#trans catholic#lgbt christian#queer christian#trans christian#progressive catholic#progressive christianity#progressive christian#progressive catholicism
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my dad loved me so much. he was a very flawed man, a product of the 1950s Arab world, the last of seven kids raised by a military general, a stubborn Taurus with the emotions of a child - but that’s the one thing that never wavered, my whole life. he loved me so much. a painful childhood, a miserable life, and through it all, he loved me. a quick lived marriage, an even faster divorce, rumors about his sexual dysfunction. and then he met my mother. a beautiful divorcée, kind and mad, the cheekbones of a goddess, a contagious borderline hysterical laugh, a fractured mind. two misfits getting hitched in the suffocating august heat, in the middle of the civil war. it all looks so peaceful in the pictures, a church, smiling relatives, you wouldn’t have guessed that snipers were, at that same moment, butchering beirut. i often wonder who my parents would’ve grown up to be, without the war. my dad was 23 when it started; my mom, barely 13. they lived through it all, in basements and mountain hideouts, waiting for peace, life, death. they had a child before me, a baby boy, named george after my paternal grandfather. the military general. i never met either of them; my mother killed her baby, my brother, in drugged madness. when i found the birth certificate, two decades later, my dad broke down and told me the story, tears flowing down his sunken cheeks. his head split like watermelon, he said, and then said nothing at all. i used to wonder why he stayed, all these years, but now i know it was for me. created in a little test tube, delivered into the world by c-section, religiously bottle-fed by my dad while my mom ignored my existence. that’s why he stayed. he loved me so much, he loved her so much, and the pain, no matter how excruciating, was never enough to erase the love. he cradles me so lovingly, in childhood pictures, like a mother hen fussing over her child. he loved me so much he threw me extravagant birthday parties every year, inviting all my friends until i had no more friends to invite. he loved me so much he’d stay awake all night when i was sick, holding my hand. he loved me so much he’d tuck me into bed at night and say a prayer; “may jesus, saint joseph, and saint mary be with you. have good dreams and hopefully no nightmares.” he loved me so much he’d pick out my favorite nuts in the nut mix and present them all in a bowl. he loved me so much he put me in front of french tv as a child so id speak another language fluently and be able to leave. he loved me so much he went to concerts with me when i had no friends to go with. he loved me so much he went to see scorpions, thirty seconds to mars, red hot chili peppers, and even mika with me. he loved me so much he took me to the movies every sunday, to the point that the cinema manager noticed us and gave us free tickets. he loved me so much he bought me enough books to fill up an entire room, even though he couldn’t speak English and French. he loved me so much he brought me a kitten and wept when it died. he loved me so much he’d drive me around the lebanese mountains until he was exhausted, just because i wanted to listen to music and stare out the window. he loved me so much he’d let me sit on his lap and cuddle with him for hours, even though he was a little bored. he loved me so much he’d take me to amusement parks and wait around for hours while i tried all the rides. he loved me so much i never knew how expensive it is to be alive, not until the lebanese economy collapsed and he couldn’t shelter me anymore. he loved me so much he let me leave. he loved me so, so, so, much, and i didn’t have the strength to be with him when he needed me most. i wasn’t there to hold his hand. he loved me so much and i couldn’t even go to his funeral.
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“The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid; for I know that you are looking for Jesus who has been crucified. He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said. Come, see the place where He was lying.” —Matthew 28:5-6 (NASB)
“Saturday evening, when the Sabbath ended, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome went out and purchased burial spices so they could anoint Jesus’ body. Very early on Sunday morning, just at sunrise, they went to the tomb. On the way they were asking each other, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?” But as they arrived, they looked up and saw that the stone, which was very large, had already been rolled aside. When they entered the tomb, they saw a young man clothed in a white robe sitting on the right side. The women were shocked, but the angel said, “Don’t be alarmed. You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead! Look, this is where they laid his body. Now go and tell his disciples, including Peter, that Jesus is going ahead of you to Galilee. You will see him there, just as he told you before he died.” The women fled from the tomb, trembling and bewildered, and they said nothing to anyone because they were too frightened.” —Mark 16:1-8 (NLT)
“Easter Explained: An 8-Day Guide to Celebrating Holy Week.” A Devotional By Spoken Gospel - Day 8: “Easter Sunday”:
“For the last 1,600 years, Christians around the world remember the last days of Jesus' life during Holy Week. Today is Resurrection Sunday. Easter Sunday remembers the day Jesus was raised from the dead.
After being executed as a threat to Roman and Jewish power, Jesus laid in his grave for two full nights. For two full nights Jesus' disciples, followers, and family wept. For two full nights the schemes of Rome, corrupt religion, and darkness seemed to have won...until there was an earthquake. And an angel dressed in white appeared, rolled back the stone covering Jesus' tomb, and scared the guards away (Matthew 28:2-3).
At sunrise, a group of women approach Jesus' tomb to embalm his body (Mark 16:1-2). But as they approach, they see that Jesus' tomb has been opened (Mark 16:4). And inside the tomb is an angel dressed in white. He tells them, 'Don't be alarmed...You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him' (Mark 16:6). The angel then tells these women to leave the cemetery and tell Jesus' disciples what they have seen: Jesus is alive!
But before they could get far, Jesus appears and they immediately bow before their King (Matthew 28:8-9). With his grave behind him, Jesus is now the King of both Life and Death. And he remains the only person in human history to have risen from the dead, never to die again. Later, Jesus tells his disciples that he has been given all authority in heaven and on earth and that he is with them (Matthew 28:18). He then sends them out to make new disciples and citizens of his Kingdom, just before he ascends into the clouds and takes his throne at God's right hand (Luke 24:51-52).
Holy Week doesn't simply remember the final week of Jesus' life, but the days leading to Jesus' coronation and enthronement. On Palm Sunday Jesus rode into Jerusalem like a rival king. He challenged the power structure of the temple on Monday and invited others into his rebellion on Tuesday. On Wednesday Jesus was anointed with perfumed oil, like his forefather King David. Like a monarch, on Thursday he announced a New Covenant treaty with God. And on Friday Jesus was killed as 'King of Jews' in a battle with death. But Resurrection Sunday is good news because it is the day Jesus is raised from the dead and is enthroned over all other nations, powers, and rulers. Jesus is the true King of the world, life, and death, just as he claimed to be.
When people came into contact with the resurrected Jesus, almost everyone responded the same way - they were all terrified. The soldiers guarding the tomb fell down as if dead. The women at the tomb cowered. Jesus needed to tell his own disciples not to be alarmed. The religious elite didn't even believe Jesus rose from the dead, but were still scared that others believed it! And in one sense, this is the most appropriate response to a King who can wrestle death and win. But another response to Jesus' enthronement is to run and tell others that good news.
So I pray that on this Easter Sunday you will accept the good news that Jesus has risen from the dead as the world's only resurrected King and run to tell others the good news as well.”
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1 Of Christ’s resurrection. 9 He appeareth to Mary Magdalene and others.
1 And when the Sabbath day was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James and Salome, bought sweet ointments, that they might come and anoint him.
2 Therefore early in the morning, the first day of the week, they came unto the sepulcher, when the Sun was now risen.
3 And they said one to another, Who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sepulcher?
4 And when they looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away (for it was a very great one)
5 So they went into the sepulcher, and saw a young man sitting at the right side, clothed in a long white robe: and they were sore troubled.
6 But he said unto them, Be not so troubled: ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which hath been crucified: he is risen, he is not here: behold the place where they put him.
7 But go your way, and tell his disciples, and Peter, that he will go before you into Galilee: there shall ye see him, as he said unto you.
8 And they went out quickly, and fled from the sepulcher: for they trembled, and were amazed: neither said they anything to any man: for they were afraid.
9 ¶ And when Jesus was risen again, early the first day of the week, he appeared first to Mary Magdalene, out of whom he had cast seven devils:
10 And she went and told them that had been with him, which mourned and wept.
11 And when they heard that he was alive, and had appeared to her, they believed it not. — Mark 16:1-11 | 1599 Geneva Bible (GNV) Geneva Bible, 1599 Edition. Published by Tolle Lege Press. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 50:2; Matthew 7:28; Matthew 27:60; Matthew 27:66;; Matthew 28:1-2; Matthew 28:6; Mark 1:24; Mark 1:27; Mark 9:15; Mark 14:28; Mark 15:46; Luke 8:2; Luke 24:11; Luke 24:41; John 16:20; John 20:14; John 20:18
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A Mother's Love
A little poem that's been chillin in my notes app for a while, it's sort of a take on Mary's perspective throughout Jesus's life.
Yes yes I'm aware I have never posted anything even remotely religious before (good omens doesnt count) but like
Bear with me I had a neat idea and wanted to play with it
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Do you ever think that Mary wept when she held her baby boy?
That even as she held Him close, she felt but fleeting joy?
Do you think that Mary couldn't bear to look Him in the eye?
Because she knew better than to get attached to something that would die?
Do you think that Mary mourned Him from the start because she knew,
That she'd outlive her eldest Son, the so-called king of Jews?
Do you think she spent her days grieving the life He'd never have?
Because she didn't bear a child that day, but a sacrificial Lamb.
Do you think she watched Him grow up knowing things she couldn't say?
Knowing that His life would be cut far too short one day,
Do you think she made an effort to spend far more time with Him?
Ensuring that His memory would never dare to dim,
Do you think she tried to stop the men that dragged her Son away?
She knew the truth, she knew His fate, and yet, she wished it changed.
Do you think that as the day approached she prayed on bended knee?
Asking God with all her heart to spare her child, please,
Do you think that Mary saw the cross and wished to take His place?
Because how could a mother bear to see the pain across His face?
Do you ever think she questioned the Holy Father's will,
When she had to simply stand and watch as her baby's blood was spilled,
Do you think that when they wrapped His corpse, the only thing she saw,
Was the baby boy in swaddling clothes, who looked up at her in awe?
Do you think she spent the next three days standing just outside the tomb?
Begging, pleading, hoping, that it somehow wasn't true,
Do you think that when she heard His voice, she couldn't bear to look?
She couldn't get her hopes up, yet with every breath she shook.
Do you think that when she saw Him, she could not believe her eyes?
Undaring to break the silence as she approached her Son who Died,
Do you think she said anything when she felt His scarred-up palms?
Perhaps the reverent silence broke when He barely whispered, "Mom,"
Do you think she pulled Him in her arms and didn't let Him go?
And told him that she loved Him more than He would ever know?
Do you ever think that Mary wept when she held her baby boy?
That when she held Him oh-so close, she felt everlasting joy?
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Look fam, I just wanted to explore the depths of a mother's loving and protective nature and write it into a story that most folks are already familiar with
#my mom cried when i read this to her lol#my writing#poetry#creative writing#virgin mary#jesus christ#christmas#christianity#easter
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snowdrops
Thou fairy gift from summer,
Why art thou blooming now?
The Snowdrop by Letitia Landon (L.E.L)
January in the Northern Hemisphere can be a hard time to celebrate a birthday. It's cold, winter still has a ways to go yet and everyone is pretty hung over from the rash of holidays that took up the past three months straight.
Enter the delicate and determined snowdrop.
Once upon a time, so the story goes in Germany, back when the world was new, Winter was sent out to find itself a color. Knowing how everyone raved about the beautiful colors of the Flowers, Winter went to them and asked if one of them would give him their color to wear. Prideful and protective of their own glory, the Flowers laughed at Winter and turned away from him. Only one didn't laugh. The snowdrop, small and dainty, offered to share its color with the Winter. In gratitude, Winter promised that the cold of its touch would never harm the little flower and it would be allowed to bloom during Winter's reign whenever the little flower liked.
The snowdrop, legend claims, can create its own warmth.
It is also one of the first flowers to bloom each year, often before the snow has even finished melting, its hard leaves able to push up through ice and frozen soil, popping up to carpet the forest floor in a very different white, filling the sharp winter air with its light fragrance. If you listen, the stories say, you can hear the faint sounds of their petal bells ringing, waking up the rest of the world to spring's arrival.
The plucky little snowdrop has been around for a very long time and they have a lot of stories that go with them.
In Romania and Moldova, snowdrops, sometimes called 'daughter of the wind', were the results of a hero's battle against Winter (or the Winter Witch). Winter had decided to prevent Spring, either by trapping the Sun or simply refusing to move on. The Sun's lover - or Lady Spring herself - fought with Winter and in each place their blood fell, snowdrops sprang up.
When Adam and Eve were chased from the Garden of Eden at the beginning of the world, Eve wept so bitterly that an angel took pity on her. He breathed onto a falling snowflake and everywhere the snow fell, snowdrops sprang up, to give the weeping woman hope and the promise of a better future.
Snowdrops were Persephone's tears when she was freed from Hades in Greek myth and their arrival heralded her return to her mother.
The flowers are sometimes called 'Candlemas bells' because Christian stories say that when Mary went to the Temple to be purified and to present Jesus there as her first-born on February 2, an angel gave her the gift of snowdrops.
Want another one?
In Homer's Odyssey, Sean Bean Odysseus is given a magical plant called 'moly' by Hermes. He uses this to resist Circe's poison. There's debate whether Homer's moly was truly meant to be a snowdrop - but at least as far back as Roman times, the snowdrop was believed to be an antidote against poison. In modern times, doctors are using it to help in the fight against Alzheimer's.
Don't get carried away with the home remedies just yet. Snowdrops can be toxic to pets and humans can suffer from imbibing too much as well.
Overall, given all the stories associated with snowdrops, it shouldn't surprise anyone that they are seen as symbols of hope and rebirth, or light in the darkness and triumph over tribulation. Their white color gives them a symbolism of purity. In the story of Snow White, her name is sometimes changed to Snowdrop. These little flowers give those worn down by the snow the promise of sunlight and brighter days to come.
Unless you were a Victorian. Because - of course. Snowdrops had a habit of growing in cemeteries and church yards and so Victorians viewed them as omens of illness at best and death at worst. Seeing a single snowdrop was bad. Bringing a single snowdrop inside your house was nothing short of inviting death in.
Luckily, that doesn't have to stop the rest of us from being delighted by these determined flowers and holding to the faith that, when the snowdrops arrive, better days are soon to come.
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SAINTS&READING: TUESDAY, OCTOBER 9, 2024
september 26_october 9
REPOSE OF THE HOLY APOSTLE AND EVANGELIST, JOHN THE THEOLOGIAN.
The Holy, Glorious, All-laudable Apostle and Evangelist, Virgin, and Beloved Friend of Christ, John the Theologian, was the son of Zebedee and Salome, a daughter of Saint Joseph the Betrothed. Our Lord Jesus Christ called him to simultaneously be one of His Apostles as his elder brother, James. This took place at Lake Gennesareth (i.e., the Sea of Galilee). Leaving behind their father, both brothers followed the Lord.
The Apostle John was especially loved by the Savior for his sacrificial love and his virginal purity. After his calling, the Apostle John did not part from the Lord, and he was one of the three apostles who were particularly close to Him. Saint John the Theologian was present when the Lord restored the daughter of Jairus to life, and he was a witness to the Transfiguration of the Lord on Mount Tabor.
During the Last Supper, he reclined next to the Lord, and laid his head upon His breast. He also asked the name of the Savior’s betrayer. The Apostle John followed after the Lord when they led Him bound from the Garden of Gethsemane to the court of the iniquitous High Priests Annas and Caiphas. He was there in the courtyard of the High Priest during the interrogations of his Teacher and he resolutely followed after him on the way to Golgotha, grieving with all his heart.
At the foot of the Cross he stood with the Mother of God and heard the words of the Crucified Lord addressed to Her from the Cross: “Woman, behold Thy son.” Then the Lord said to him, “Behold thy Mother” (John 19:26-27). From that moment the Apostle John, like a loving son, concerned himself over the Most Holy Virgin Mary, and he served Her until Her Dormition.
After the Dormition of the Mother of God the Apostle John went to Ephesus and other cities of Asia Minor to preach the Gospel, taking with him his own disciple Prochorus. They boarded a ship, which floundered during a terrible tempest. All the travellers were cast up upon dry ground, and only the Apostle John remained in the depths of the sea. Prochorus wept bitterly, bereft of his spiritual father and guide, and he went on towards Ephesus alone.
On the fourteenth day of his journey he stood at the shore of the sea and saw that the waves had cast a man ashore. Going up to him, he recognized the Apostle John, whom the Lord had preserved alive for fourteen days in the sea. Teacher and disciple went to Ephesus, where the Apostle John preached incessantly to the pagans about Christ. His preaching was accompanied by such numerous and great miracles, that the number of believers increased with each day.
During this time there had begun a persecution of Christians under the emperor Nero (56-68). They took the Apostle John for trial at Rome. Saint John was sentenced to death for his confession of faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, but the Lord preserved His chosen one. The apostle drank a cup of deadly poison, but he remained alive. Later, he emerged unharmed from a cauldron of boiling oil into which he had been thrown on orders from the torturer.
After this, they sent the Apostle John off to imprisonment to the island of Patmos, where he spent many years. Proceeding along on his way to the place of exile, Saint John worked many miracles. On the island of Patmos, his preaching and miracles attracted to him all the inhabitants of the island, and he enlightened them with the light of the Gospel. He cast out many devils from the pagan temples, and he healed a great multitude of the sick.
Sorcerers with demonic powers showed great hostility to the preaching of the holy apostle. He especially frightened the chief sorcerer of them all, named Kinops, who boasted that they would destroy the apostle. But the great John, by the grace of God acting through him, destroyed all the demonic artifices to which Kinops resorted, and the haughty sorcerer perished in the depths of the sea.
The Apostle John withdrew with his disciple Prochorus to a desolate height, where he imposed upon himself a three-day fast. As Saint John prayed the earth quaked and thunder rumbled. Prochorus fell to the ground in fright. The Apostle John lifted him up and told him to write down what he was about to say. “I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, saith the Lord, Who is and Who was and Who is to come, the Almighty” (Rev 1:8), proclaimed the Spirit of God through the Apostle John. Thus in about the year 67 the Book of Revelation was written, known also as the “Apocalypse,” of the holy Apostle John the Theologian. In this Book were predictions of the tribulations of the Church and of the end of the world.
After his prolonged exile, the Apostle John received his freedom and returned to Ephesus, where he continued with his activity, instructing Christians to guard against false teachers and their erroneous teachings. In the year 95, the Apostle John wrote his Gospel at Ephesus. He called for all Christians to love the Lord and one another, and by this to fulfill the commands of Christ. The Church calls Saint John the “Apostle of Love”, since he constantly taught that without love man cannot come near to God.
In his three Epistles, Saint John speaks of the significance of love for God and for neighbor. Already in his old age, he learned of a youth who had strayed from the true path to follow the leader of a band of robbers, so Saint John went out into the wilderness to seek him. Seeing the holy Elder, the guilty one tried to hide himself, but the Apostle John ran after him and besought him to stop. He promised to take the sins of the youth upon himself, if only he would repent and not bring ruin upon his soul. Shaken by the intense love of the holy Elder, the youth actually did repent and turn his life around.
Saint John reposed when he was more than a hundred years old. He far outlived the other eyewitnesses of the Lord, and for a long time he remained the only remaining eyewitness of the earthly life of the Savior.
When it was time for the departure of the Apostle John, he went out beyond the city limits of Ephesus with the families of his disciples. He bade them prepare for him a cross-shaped grave, in which he lay, telling his disciples that they should cover him over with the soil. The disciples tearfully kissed their beloved teacher, but not wanting to be disobedient, they fulfilled his bidding. They covered the face of the saint with a cloth and filled in the grave. Learning of this, other disciples of Saint John came to the place of his burial. When they opened the grave, they found it empty.
Each year from the grave of the holy Apostle John on May 8 came forth a fine dust, which believers gathered up and were healed of sicknesses by it. Therefore, the Church also celebrates the memory of the holy Apostle John the Theologian on May 8.
The Lord bestowed on His beloved disciple John and John’s brother James the name “Sons of Thunder,” an excellent messenger accompanied by the cleansing power of heavenly fire. And precisely by this, the Savior pointed out the flaming, fiery, sacrificial character of Christian love, the preacher of which was the Apostle John the Theologian. The eagle, a symbol of the lofty heights of his theological thought, is the iconographic symbol of the Evangelist John the Theologian. The appellation “Theologian” is bestowed by the Holy Church only to Saint John among the immediate disciples and Apostles of Christ as the seer of God's mysterious Judgments.
1 John 4:12-19
12 No one has seen God at any time. If we love one another, God abides in us, and His love has been perfected in us. 13 By this we know that we abide in Him, and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit. 14 And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent the Son as Savior of the world. 15 Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God. 16 And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him. 17 Love has been perfected among us in this: that we may have boldness in the day of judgment; because as He is, so are we in this world. 18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love. 19 We love Him because He first loved us.
John 19:25-27; 21:24-25
25 Now there stood by the cross of Jesus His mother, and His mother's sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. 26 When Jesus therefore saw His mother, and the disciple whom He loved standing by, He said to His mother, "Woman, behold your son!" 27 Then He said to the disciple, "Behold your mother!" And from that hour that disciple took her to his own home.
24 This is the disciple who testifies of these things, and wrote these things; and we know that his testimony is true. 25 And there are also many other things that Jesus did, which if they were written one by one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that would be written. Amen.
#orthodoxy#orthodoxchristianity#easternorthodoxchurch#originofchristianity#spirituality#holyscriptures#gospel#bible#wisdom#faith#apostle
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What do you think about the catholic 'miracles' of fatima, the prophecies, the apparitions of the virgin Mary, miracle of the sun and whatnot, do you think that there's any authenticity to it?
No.
And we know that they're not.
Take note here that they wanted to punish someone for finding truth. They wanted to worship a lie without the intrusion of the truth. They weren't disappointed that it wasn't true, they were angry at the person who figured out that it wasn't. They didn't want to know, they wanted to believe. This is what "faith" means.
If the sun had "danced" in the sky at Fátima, it would have been visible at more than one specific location to only a minority of people of Earth, who were true believers and told contradictory stories anyway.
Prophecies are fantastically easy to fulfil. Particularly when they're vague, unverifiable, or the events predicted are inevitable, such as wars, diseases or the political rise of good and bad leaders. Here's an example all three:
If you make enough predictions, some are statistically going to land, or may even be self-fulfilling (the act of predicting it encourages people to make it happen).
It's Nostradamus' entire schtick. If we're keeping score Nostradamus is ahead of Xianity. Especially since Xianity's most important prophecy - the return of Jesus - has already been falsified.
Mark 9:1
And he said unto them, Verily I say unto you, That there be some of them that stand here, which shall not taste of death, till they have seen the kingdom of God come with power.
Matthew 16:28
Verily I say unto you, There be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the Son of man coming in his kingdom.
They never account for their history of "misses," yet still expect to be treated as reliable.
Importantly, and hopefully obviously, we don't have to be able to explain these events otherwise in order to reject them as "miracles." It's not up to us to disprove what has not been proven. "You can't explain it, therefore god" is not just an argument from ignorance, it's a contradiction: "you can't explain it, therefore it's explained" is self-refuting. The only thing you can say about an unexplained thing is that it's unexplained. And it's useless to claim that people who weren't there and had no access to the events can't explain a thing.
We can insert anything into that gap. For example, it's no less justified to assert that the Miracle of the Sun was the evil lord Xenu deploying mind-control programming to those at Fátima to be his guards in the afterlife. Prove that this isn't true.
They must be able to make the case that the only, or most likely, explanation is the the laws of the physical universe were violated, specifically by their preferred god. And to do that, they must be able to justify why other more mundane explanations - or simply "we don't know" - are either false or less likely. And most of the faithful couldn't even name a single other explanation - and won't accept the intellectually honest "we don't know."
One of the biggest reasons of all to remain skeptical of human claims of miracles and prophecies isn't what we don't know about those miracles, gods and virgin mothers, but what we do know about humans themselves.
We're pattern-seeking creatures, and meaning-making organisms. It's been an advantage in our evolution, but it also makes us unreliable, as we're prone to finding meaning or making connections that aren't there.
This is not an elephant. This is not Mother Teresa.
So the question becomes, what's more likely: an unverified woman who supposedly became divinely pregnant without having sex, giving birth to a man who was killed, came back to life and flew up into the sky is communicating through a vague outline of herself on a wall under a freeway, or humans see what they're motivated to see among millions of stains of various types and causes?
Isn't it odd that we never hear about the millions of stains that aren't in the shape of the Virgin Mary if you squint and know what to look for? If this stain had appeared on a wall in South America or Japan 1000 years ago, who would they have interpreted it as? Would they have even given it a second glance? If you have to already know about Mary to see Mary in it, how is it a "miracle"?
It's really unfortunate that the lord of all creation, who made everything, who got the physics of the universe, the functioning of human bodies, the position of the Earth in the solar system just so, who spoke directly to people and made bargains, covenants and plans directly with humans - yet somehow thought the Earth was flat, stars are tiny lights, didn't know about the Americas or Australia, or how rain works - is now relegated to faint whispering through vague smears on walls, dripping toilet water through human statues, appearing on toast and dog's butt's, and giving out predictions through crazy people and liars.
How the mighty have fallen.
#ask#catholic church#catholic#miracles#prophecy#prophecies#god of the gaps#argument from ignorance#apophenia#pareidolia#virgin mary#lord of creation#creator god#toast jesus#Miracle of the Sun#Fátima#religion#religion is a mental illness
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“Mary Prays The Rosary For My Broken Mind” (An AHS Apocalypse Fanfic) Michael Langdon x Fem! OC: Part 1
Gone. The whole world was now an ashen plain of radioactive debris and corpses. Primrose Murphy rocked herself back and forth, her knees pulled close to her chest as she wept in her room in Outpost Three. She had no idea where she was, or why she had been chosen to live. The more she cried, the less it seemed to matter. She would never see her mother again. Hours passed by, and she knew dinner would be approaching. ‘I should get ready,’ Primrose thought. But she didn’t move from her spot on the floor. She reached for the place her wooden rosary used to rest, but quickly remembered that Wilhelmina Venable had taken it, along with her normal clothes because of “risk of contamination”. She almost laughed with bitterness, but her throat was too tight. “If you’re watching, Lord Jesus, know that I am beyond angry. No words can describe that of a girl left in a desolate apocalypse without her beloved mother. I’m filled with so much hatred and sadness, I could almost hate you.” Primrose whispered. “Almost.”
She stood up, brushing her skirt off, and wandering towards the dark wooden armoire. Primrose opened the doors and touched the fine fabrics of elegant gowns. Half-heartedly selecting a blush satin one, she tried it on. It fit perfectly, the matching earrings glittering mockingly in the candlelight. “Well, time to eat that cube we always get. At least Emily will be there.” This was her nineteenth week at Outpost Three, and her friendship with Emily had grown as much as it could under the circumstances. Primrose’s stomach was growling vigorously. She made her way towards the music room, wiping her tears and focusing on the sound of the damask fabric of her dress sweeping quickly over the tiled floor.
The same song they had heard a hundred times played softly. Emily got up out of her seat and greeted Primrose by pulling her aside. “You’ve been crying again?” Emily whispered with concern. Primrose nodded. “You’ll never believe what happened to me earlier.” Emily continued, eyes wide.
“What?” she responded, genuinely curious.
“I was lying in bed and then I heard this sound. Next thing I know, a bunch of poisonous snakes are slithering all over my bedroom, ready to attack me!” Emily explained. “I only escaped unscathed because Miriam Mead heard my screams, and killed the snakes by chopping off their heads.”
Primrose gasped. “How did they get in here? I thought... everything was dead or contaminated.”
“I don’t know, but I have a sinking suspicion they’ll be in our dinner.” Emily sighed. “I’m starting to think this place is hell disguised as a shelter from the apocalypse.”
--BANG. Wilhelmina Venable announced her presence by pounding her cane on the floor. “Dinner is served.” The occupants of Outpost Three made their way to the dining room, where there were large bowls on the table of something hot, presumably soup, covered with lids. “Today we feast humbly on the very fruits of the earth that have revealed themselves to us.” Venable stated without an ounce of genuine emotion. “Consider yourselves lucky to have this meal.”
“Snake?” Primrose mouthed out to Emily who sat across from her. Emily nodded, swallowing nervously before lifting the lid off of the soup bowl in front of her. Primrose followed suit, staring down at the steamed and chopped serpent in the bowl as her stomach growled and lurched simultaneously.
She glanced at Venable, and when she looked back down she shrieked, stumbling backwards and knocking over her chair as she was met with a hissing bowl of now fully intact vipers. Mr. Gallant and Timothy were next to jump back, shouting in surprise to see their dangerous dinner come to life. Even Venable seemed mildly phased.
Miriam and some of the other workers their started killing the snakes (again), and collecting their corpses, swiftly taking them out of the dining room. Emily and Timothy exited the dining room, exchanging frightened whispers to each-other in the hall. Primrose stood frozen, mouth gaping, unable to get over her shock.
Finally, Emily and Timothy and the other residents calmed down enough to gather in the library, assured repeatedly by Wilhelmina that the serpents were gone.
Footsteps echoed in the hall, someone unexpected approaching, and the heaviness of doom filled the air. Primrose looked down at her hands folded in her lap, closing her eyes and saying a silent prayer. The newcomer passed behind her, and she lost concentration, unable to finish the prayer. When she looked up, a man stood at the head of the room, in front of the fireplace. The most handsome man she had ever seen.
His light green blue-grey eyes briefly met her own dark stare, before he looked towards Venable with irritation as he addressed the residents of Outpost Three. “My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative.” He spoke. “I won’t sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on earth. The three other compounds have been overrun and destroyed. We have had no contact from the six other internantional Outposts, so its logical to assume they too have been eliminated.”
“What h-happened to the people... living in them?” Primrose managed, nervously fingering the fabric of her sleeves.
“Massacred.” Langdon said, with a hint of amusement. Primrose’s heart skipped a beat. “The same fate that will befall almost all of you...”
“Almost all?” Mallory spoke up from one of the dimmer corners where the greys were standing.”
Langdon disregarded her commentary. “In the knowledge that this might occur, we built a failsafe. The Sanctuary. The Sanctuary is unique, it has certain measures that will prevent overrun.”
Miriam Mead stepped forward. “Excuse me sir, why weren’t these measures given to us?”
“That’s classified.” Langdon replied. “All that matters is that the sanctuary will...survive, so the people populating it will survive, so humanity will survive. However, I’ve been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us.” His mesmerizing gaze once again landed on Primrose. “The Cooperative has developed a specific and unique way of interrogation. We like to call it cooperating. I will then use the information gained to determine if you belong.”
Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt spoke up, shaking her head in frustration. “What is this, the Hunger Games?” She sneered. “This is bullshit! I paid my way in here, and that is the only cooperating I intend to do.”
“You don’t have to sit for questioning.” Langdon said.
“What happens if we choose not to?” Andre spoke up.
“Then you stay here and die.” He responded.
“I... volunteer to go first..” Primrose said, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she had thought them through.
“And so you shall.” Langdon smirked. “The process should only take me a couple of days, so you won’t be kept in suspense forever. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you...”
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Primrose sat in a room, completely alone, save Langdon, who sat staring at her. She shifted in her seat nervously. “So... what sort of questions are you planning on asking?”
“I’m not going to reveal the criteria I’m using, if that’s what you’re asking... Prim.” Langdon said, standing up and walking behind Primrose. He placed his hands on her shoulders gently, and despite the overwhelming feeling of danger, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. The way he shortened her name made her feel he was familiar with her already in an intimate way. Primrose tried desperately to think of something that might distract her from the way one of his hands slid down and rested on her left breast.
“Sir-”
“-Your heart is racing. You should try and relax.” He suggested, almost sympathetically. Primrose bit her lip. Just when she thought her heartbeat was on the verge of slowing down, Langdon asked his next question. “What’s your sexual orientation?”
Primrose stood up, pulling away from the hypnotic touch of her interrogator. “I’m s-st-straight.” She backed away quickly, feeling the presence of evil in her midst. “Why are you....” she paused. Her back met a wall and the mysterious man advanced until he was inches from her face. “Langdon-”
“You can call me Michael for now,” he said, licking his lips, wicked amusement written all over his face. “Tell me about your mother.”
Primrose wracked her mind for what to say. Finally she spoke. “My mom was a wonderful woman. You... you could see the light of life in her smile. She was very religious, and always told me to be careful who I trusted with my heart.” Primrose said, attempting indignance . Instead her voice came out weak and filled with sadness. “Why do you want to know about her?”
“That’s of no consequence.” Michael replied quickly, pulling away and slowly pacing the room. “Have you ever trusted anyone with your heart before?”
Primrose shook her head, exhaling in relief to not be under his intense gaze for that moment.
“And your body? Who have you trusted with your flesh?” He said, taking a seat again at his desk and staring at his computer.
“I’ve never... done things like that.” Primrose said awkwardly, blushing despite herself.
Michael Langdon typed a few things on his computer without looking up. “That’s all, Miss Murphy.” He said, gesturing with his hand for her to leave.
Primrose quickly left the room, heading straight for her bedroom. ‘What strange questions... was he really asking them to analyze whether or not I was fit for the sanctuary? Or...” Prim shook the thought from her head. “Its possible my sexual orientation is important because of repopulation and all. Still...’ She closed the door and undid the corset of her dress as best as she could, then flopped on her bed. “Something about Langdon feels... wrong.” she muttered as she drifted off to sleep.
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Sayyidah Zainab (s.a) Tafsir Before the tragedy of Karbala.
( The Day of Sorrow and Calamity ).
Sayyidah Zainab (s.a) used to hold regular classes in Madina for the women in which She used to impact with Her knowledge very concisely a Islamic Law and Tafsir of the Qur'an.
In Madina, Her husband (Abdullah ibn Ja'far) asked Her to open a school for the daughters of Arabs in the house.
And Sayyidah Zainab (s.a) said: "Where will you go if they come in Our house?"
And Her Husband replied: "I will go to the farms, when they came!"
Sayyidah Zainab (s.a) smile and said:
"But, We have certainly tried those before them, and Allah (swt) will surely make evident those who are truthful, and He (swt) will surely make evident the liars: (Qur'an, 29: 3).
She delivered Her classes in an eloquent manner. She became to be known as Faseeha (Skilfully fluent), then She came to kufa when Imam Ali (as) (Her Father) moved there, and She was called BALIAH (Intensely eloquent).
One day, Sayyidah Zainab (sa) was discussing the tafsir of Qur'an in kufa when Imam Ali (as) happened to pass by.
He (Imam Ali (as) asked Her; "Are you teaching these women the tafsir of Qur'an..?"
Sayyidah Zainab (sa) replied: " Yes father! the first verse of surah Mariam (Mary (the mother of Jesus) which begins with "KAF-HAA-YAA-AYYN-SUAD!!!"
Imam Ali (as) said: " Let Me explain the meaning and described the secrets of the letters that compose this verse, He (Imam Ali (as) then wept and said:
KAF... stands for Kar'bala...
HAA... stands for halakat (martyrdom)...
YAA... stands for Yazid (la)...
AYYN... stands for Atash (thirst of Imam Hussain (as)...
SUAD... stands for Sabr (patience of Imam Hussain (as)".....
Ref: 📖 The light behind the veil-pg-45.
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bc I’m in the Easter service at church and I’ll have to hear it twice I’ve got time to write up a thing on something i’ve come to realize. The Bible is very female-empowering??? Like??? The needless sexism in some churches come from tradition and internalized prejudice.
In the Bible there is a female deacon (a very important role in the church, kind of like a pastor) who preaches and leads a church.
Taken from acts29.com,
Paul writes at the end of Romans, “I commend to you our sister Phoebe, a servant of the church at Cenchreae . . .” (Rom. 16:1–2). Phoebe is called a servant, a diakonos, which is the same Greek word used for deacon in 1 Timothy 3 and Philippians 1:1.
Christ welcomed women (Mary of Magdalene is the most significant), and during the Crucifixion, ALL the 12 disciples BAILED, too afraid/guilty to show up. But guess who stood at the feet of the cross while he died??? THE WOMEN? (Mary (the mom), her sister, another Mary who was a follower, Mary of Magdalene.)
John 19:25-27 NIV
Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home.”
And at the empty tomb? A group of women went to lay some kind of offering at the entrance and Mary of Magdalene saw the stone moved (WHICH FOR CONTEXT WAS MOST LIKELY SEVERAL TONS AND THIS WAS LIKE 30~ AD) and his body gone (she assumed grave robbing).
John 20:11-15 NIV
Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.
They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means “Teacher”).
Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’”
Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them that he had said these things to her.”
Women have always been portrayed as the more faithful and humble followers in the Bible, and have been shown to have positions in power and influence over a body of Christ? And have been very very highly esteemed in faith?? So that means??? it makes no sense when the church silences and shuns women in the church, besides sexism being the cause? Literally in the Bible it tells us that followers of Christ are made equal, and there is no male, female, old, young, black, white, anything in heaven. Just joy and praise, we are all made one. Like? It just doesn’t make sense, and is one of those things I get angry at people of my own faith for. That’s why so many people hate christans :( some Christians hate them. That’s not Christ’s love? Yeah, some love is tough love in confronting patterns of sin and ungodliness, but it’s not out job to condemn them, just to make them aware and let god choose what happens.
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this is also has some great examples :) safe link, quora post.
Also, 1 Tim. 2:21, "I do not permit a woman to teach or to have authority over a man; she must be silent." is in regards to a church where everyone sucks and the women are very uneducated in the Bible and aren’t even in a position to preach. 1# for reading the Bible, READ WITH HISTORICAL AND CULTURAL CONTEXT, AND LIKE HALF THE BIBLE IS POETRY.
#Women in church#christianity#faith#People use god as an excuse to hurt#It’s stupid and I’m sorry for it :(
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not me actually writing the saddest BODY BACK excerpt for tonight's writing session oh my god:
“Why are you upset?” Harrison asks, drumming his ringed finger against the counter’s lip. What does Suzanna see when she looks at him? A miniature version of her wearing a jacket that once belonged to her at his age, and an earring that once belonged to another mother? Or is he a stranger? They know each other best by genetics. If she asked Harrison what he thought her favourite colour was, he’d have no idea. “This isn’t a big deal.” “Oh, please,” Suz says, teary like the actresses on her favourite Portuguese soaps. Sure, Harrison doesn’t know his mother’s favourite colour, if in childhood she was the type of girl to make rings out of peach pits, if she was the type of girl to rip worms bare-handed, if she’d eat cottage cheese with cantaloupe, if she thought about enrolling in a life drawing class before she got pregnant, if her idols are pop icons of the 80s like his are, her favourite way to fold a paper airplane, when her birthday is. But he does know she does not cry. When young Jesus stayed in Jerusalem unbeknownst to his mother, what did Mary do? Perhaps she stared at her hands, thought of the last time she touched him. Perhaps she wept. Or perhaps she found the closest mirror, wiped her sleeve against the glass until it glossed, and tried to find her son in her own reflection.
this is... an underrated relationship in my books LOL
#I love harrison soooo much but also#YOU ARE BEING AN IDIOT LMAO#also i understand whY BUT#I wrote a poem about mary tonight called “mary's vacation”#for my workshop#and I guess I'm just... thinking about her LMAO#this chapter is duly called immaculate mary hi queen#anyway also i can't believe it's been 12 days and I've written this book#EVERY DAY#despite my life turning so badly upside down so fast??? proud of me lol#also this jesus in the temple bit has absolutely SENT ME to nostalgia land#in elementary school these ladies would come pray the rosary#EVERY MONTH FOR LIKE 3 YEARS WITH US LMAO#the amount of times i have heard that story... wow#bodyback
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The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 64
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“No! No, no no!” her screams of pain echo through the A&E. She clings to the seat under her in the small chapel, otherwise known as ‘ the bad news room ‘, “She can’t be dead!” A few doors down in another room, a different doctor is given the same news to Beth’s parents. Speeding towards the hospital are the rest of the family.
“I am so sorry, Miss Fraser. She lost way to much blood. We tried replacing it but…”
Her eyes hollowed out in her grief, turn feral, “She did this! The bitch did it and she will pay!, “ her hands, still stained with her love’s blood, clinch into fist, “oh how she will pay!”
“I believe they arrested the…”
“My mother!” The young doctor’s eyes get wide. He had no idea the butcher was this lass’ mam.
“Miss Fraser, we have grief counselors available.”
“Thank you. Thank you for all you did. I need a few moments alone.”
“Of course.” He leaves her to plot her revenge.
“She is gone! My darling!” Mary falls boneless into Claire’s arms. Kate wraps her arms around her too while Willa lets out a low moan. Her sister!
“Daddy.” He wraps an arm around her. Aye, he must find Rose. Claire meets his eyes and nods.
He nods to Simon, who is holding a weeping Pat. The other man nods back. Jenny and her family are right behind them and will offer attentional shoulders to cry on.
He and Willa go in search of Rose.
She still sits in the chapel, wearing her blood stained wedding dress. At seeing her daddy and sister, she collapses further. “Oh daddy, Willa, she is gone!” They have her in their arms.
He murmurs the same nonsense Gaelic words he used to use to sooth her as a baby. They sit on the floor of the chapel, a knot of pure grief and agony.
“I want her dead,” she announces, “Anna that thing that took my love away. Dead!”
“I know.” Her sister was thunderstruck at finding out who did it. The police told them after arresting her.
“It was the strangest thing. It was like she was waiting on us. Confessed immediately.” The officer told them.
“She was going after Mama Claire. She told me with a smile!” Her voice rises with the last word, “ A bleeding smile!”
Jamie shudders. They told them she has said that but not about the smile. She is well and truly obscenely evil.
“Jesus wept.” Her stunned sister utters.
“She took my love my future and then smiled. Who does that!”
“An evil person,” Jamie has a duty, “she is locked away.”
“Not good enough. As long as she draws breath and Beth doesn’t …” She falls into weeping once more. The hold her.
“That…” followed by a string of curses that is seldom heard even in the A&E. Auntie Jenny is told about Beth’s death.
Ian, Column, and Dougal look at each other. They know they will need to stay close to her, even with Anna locked away.
“I didn’t think of the windows,” Column bemoans, “They were on the second floor.” He blames himself. A promise to protect his great-niece ended with this. Her fiancé dead. Pat and Mary losing their only child.
“It is a grand thing she is already in jail.” Dougal growls. His wife and Column’s remain at Lallybroch seeing to the children. There is none to sooth his anger. Claire would try but…
“I need to find Rose and help her out of her gown.”
It brings a sharper perspective to the horror. The lass is still in her wedding gown.
She moves towards the chapel. Jamie stands at seeing her.
“Sassanach.” She takes his hand and squeezes it. Willa and Rose remain on the floor.
“Rose, my love?” She looks up, her face pale and wan.
“Mama Claire, she’s gone.”
“I know darling. I am so sorry.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“One step at a time. We will help you through it. Starting with changing your clothes.”
She looks down at herself almost surprised at what she wears. “I forgot. We were supposed to be married, sharing a first dance right now.”
“I know baby,” She and Willa get her up, “Come with me.” She leads her out to the hospital showers were she has fresh clothes for her.
She helps her out of her blood soaked gown, takes her hair down from the high knot, helps her into the hot shower. As she weeps, her Mama Claire washes her hair and body, rinses her and dries her, gets her dressed , brushes her hair out, braiding it back. The gown is placed in a biohazard bag until they decide what to do with it.
Step one complete.
#my writing#outlander fanfic#the heart don't lie#chapter 64#jamie and claire#outlander fandom#cannon divergence#modern au
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