#priest of the blue sect

[passion-of-the-ice]

Merry dizzmas.

ThE SILLIES

[discordiansamba]

Ugh that Kyoto au is so juicy. I live for secrets revealed. And the fact that it’s someone they love and trust and have practically raised? Ugh. Amazing.

It’s also so funny on two parts:

One being that the Myo Da wasn’t a part of the order right after the blue night. Their sect fell apart and they couldn’t sustain themselves because of it. So Shiro probably was thinking to himself “alright they might be exposed to the existence of demons but at least they’re a bit separated from the claws of the order” and then the sect announces that they’re joining the order and he’s just…well fuck.

Two being that…Shiro is a catholic priest. The Myo Da are Buddhists. So either Shiro is going to end up becoming a monk - which is probably surprising and or eyebrow raising to his coworkers - or he’s going to be a man in a cassock walking around a Buddhist temple. Either option is a funny thought.

it really is just SOOOO juicy. to the Myoda, Rin is just completely a part of Bon's little group, even if he's not old sect blood like the rest of them. they're used to seeing him hang around those three, alongside his brother, and when he gets older, they're used to him running errands for Torako all the time, delivering food to the branch office and the like. he's basically family!

also yeah lmao, for real. that decision was definitely largely made without either tatsuma or shiro's input, but they can't exactly say no to. because a.) that would be just a little suspicious and b.) well. it is a reasonable decision. it would solve a lot of their problems, so it's hard to stand in the way of that. it'll be fine though, right?

(todo, waiting in the wings: :) of course it will be!)

both options are so funny, but its a little too easy to imagine shiro shrugging his shoulders like. guess i'm Buddhist now, since you know that man is actually an atheist. he does not care. his cover story is that he decided to join Myoda as penance for stealing their object of worship, even if it was to kill Satan and his bastard son. it takes him forever to get the hang of wearing the robes, though lmao.

(they still have a christmas tree every christmas, though- not because shiro has any real attachment to the holiday but because rin saw one (1) christmas tree once and pleaded with shiro until he just gave up.)

[jackrabbitcollective]

I need to honestly remake my pin, but here's a current list of everyone we know in my system!

Anyone with dots has significantly less influence on their own, they may be able to overpower other parts

Stars are significant parts of jackrabbit, they may be hosts or assist in functioning significantly

I'm also comfortable enough signing roles so after I send this I'm gonna label em all :3

SECT:

⭐️Corey (jester, bpd holder, emotionalist, sub system leader)

•Yellow (jester but religious, trauma holder, sometimes prosecutor, absorber, priest, observer/memory holder)

•Blue (traumaholder, sometimes prosecutor, suicide holder)

•Red (angerholder, sometimes prosecutor, low empathy)

Vale (trauma, anger holder, prosecutor, narcissistic/low empathy, suicide holder)

Bloodhound isn't apart of the SECT, but he is often observing them and may be apart of the group. Bloodhound is a jester traumaholder that sometimes is also a prosecutor (started out as one but as periods of being passive), absorber

Fictives (they all seem to be apart of their own thing):

⭐️Shirogane (sometimes a protector, caretaker, conflict management, soother)

•Satanick (jester)

•Loona (caretaker)

⭐️Ciel (caretaker, protector, "iack of all trades, conversator/communicator, conflict management, soother)

⭐️Alois Trancy (sometimes a caretaker, jester, sometimes a prosecutor but usually not, may attempt to be a protector, babysitter at times, conflict management, narcissistic)

Scourge (advocate, aggressor, jester, trauma holder, sadomasochist, Prosecutor, swords person)

Sparkledogs/furry based:

Diesel (jester, bpd holder)

•Hotdog (jester)

•Axel (prosecutor)

⭐️Violet/Rorie (caretaker, soother)

•Cori (caretaker/protector)

•Malice (prosecutor)

Misery (may be dormant (?)

Murky (may also be dormant)

Animals/littles:

⭐️Vessel (little age pet regresser)

•Minky (little age pet regresser)

Tundra (pet regress)

Sebastian (pet regress)

[greaseonmymouth]

been rewatching the Department Q movies lately because I have no streaming subscriptions atm and they are amongst the few DVDs I have, and so tonight I watched Flaskepost fra P (Conspiracy of Faith) and once again I am overcome by how blatantly Assad is made out to be some kind of god figure or allegory (and you could argue, Carl positioned as somebody with faith in Assad)

Assad talking about how he believes that there is something greater than themselves, which brings him comfort to think about, and then later commenting to Carl that it's a funny coincidence that they received the message in the bottle at the same time a new abduction was taking place - so was it really a coincidence?

(Carl of course being a bitter sceptic who insults Assad twice about the whole thing. says to Assad, how can somebody as intelligent as you believe in something so stupid? Assad saying, you don't believe in anything, how is that better? and then, Carl, later: pretending to have religious faith when talking to the killer)

at the hospital when Elias is near death, Assad understands that he wants a priest, and asks if it can be an ordinary priest (instead of a probably harder to get at short notice priest from Elias' small sect) but as he asks, Elias appears to accept Assad's presence in lieu of a priest

in the boat house, when the killer monologues at Carl and Carl tells him, he's just a little boy, don't do it, take me instead, and the killer says, yes that's right. he is just a little boy. so why does nobody help him? where is god?

meanwhile Assad is in the helicopter above them

Carl saying to the killer, you're wasting your time, I don't believe in god. the killer responding, I've never seen anyone with as much faith as you do

and just as Carl brings back Samuel, who arrives on scene but Assad?

the killer wants the kids to try to take revenge for killing their sibling and stab/kill him for it, however each sibling (as far as we know) never do - but Assad appears as some kind of avenging angel and drowns him in the same way he drowned all the kids. Assad was the one who punished him in the end

this is pure speculation, but the whole time he was abducted, Carl had to have faith that Assad would find him, that he would turn up, that the police would get there. and when Assad did turn up, Carl - having his prayers answered? - directed him to the killer. like we know already they're quite codependent on a personal level, but in this movie they're more like foils. Assad, well adjusted. Carl, nervous wreck. Assad, religious. Carl, atheist. their differences are drawn up more drastically than before, also in terms of colour. in the first two movies, Carl was placed in soft, yellow, brown light a lot, and he wore more muted colours. but in this movie he wore more blue, and he was placed in blue light often enough that his eyes became almost luminously blue. Assad had the same colour palette as before but with more black thrown in. (also finally they got rid of the cargo pants and put him in jeans. is the updated wardrobe meant to reflect his greater independence from Carl? he ran the department alone while Carl was on sick leave, he took the lead on the investigation while Carl was abducted)

[unsoundedcomic]

Do the ghersit and efhghersit have slurs for one another? Feels like that would be a thing.

I'm likely to go with classist terminology, as that's the core of their difference, and will make their struggles the most relatable. Relating to caste struggles can be difficult because they're all freaks, same with the two religions, but the war between the haves and have-nots is an ancient struggle we're well familiar with :)

Most of the efhghersit we'll be dealing with in Durlyne are referred to as tanners, corpsit, corpsers or the Corpse crowd, because they live in slums called Sevencrow Court (Corpse) across Blue Boy Bridge. In Durlyne "going over the Bridge" refers to losing your place in your ghers and society; vanishing into Sevencrow until someone finds your bloated body half-eaten by cuddlefish, or flayed red, pelt claimed by the Last Stop Tannery which makes human leather for Gefendur Scripture.

In the Fraternal Gefendur sect, all scripture must by law be bound in human leather, as dirty animal skin is considered deeply insulting to the twin gods and their Word. Because of this, over time Gefendur paladins came to believe human leather had special protective properties and blessings, and it became valuable for armour. Even Gefendur priests and politicians will wear human leather accessories - and you'd never know what it is unless you know what it is. Twin skin is most prized and difficult to obtain but scummy back alley tanneries are always there to provide alternatives, if you don't ask too many questions about their sources.

[xianzhuan]

Backstory

Character Name: Xian Zhuan (冼玄)

Title: The Peacock Phantom, Master of the Abyssal Arts

The Rise of Xian Zhuan

In the ancient and forgotten lands of the Nether Abyss, where the sky glowed in eerie shades of green and blue, there was a sect long feared by all who walked the mortal realm—the Phantom Peacock Sect. This was no ordinary clan of mystics or warriors. Their power was drawn from the underworld itself, thriving on death, illusions, and the whispers of spirits. And among them, one figure stood above all—Xian Zhuan, the last and greatest master of their forbidden arts.

Born under an ill-omened lunar eclipse, Xian Zhuan’s fate was sealed before he could even speak his first words. His clan elders, adorned in ceremonial robes embroidered with peacock feathers, saw in him a vessel for an ancient power. Legends spoke of a soul so attuned to the Abyss that even the spirits of the dead would kneel before its command.

From a young age, Xian Zhuan showed an affinity for necromancy that both awed and terrified his people. His every step left an unnatural chill in the air. The spirits of long-forgotten warriors whispered in his ears, guiding his hands in battle. When he was twelve, he single-handedly resurrected the sect’s most powerful fallen elders, forcing them to bow in servitude—a feat no necromancer had ever achieved before.

By the time he came of age, the Phantom Peacock Sect had crowned him their new master, draping him in iridescent robes woven with threads of shadow and emerald fire. His coronation was no mere ritual; it was a pact with the Nether Abyss itself.

The Fall of the Phantom Peacock Sect

Power breeds fear, and fear breeds treachery. The Phantom Peacock Sect, though mighty, was hunted by those who deemed their dark magic an abomination. The celestial factions, led by high priests and exorcists, waged a war against them, seeking to cleanse the world of their “corruption.”

Betrayed by his own inner council, who sought to surrender in exchange for their lives, Xian Zhuan was left alone to defend his people. He fought with the fury of a thousand vengeful souls, his sword glowing with abyssal energy, his spells calling forth legions of the dead. But even he could not hold back an entire army of divine warriors.

As the celestial exorcists laid waste to his sect, Xian Zhuan stood atop the ruined temple, bleeding but defiant. He raised his peacock-feathered staff and unleashed a final, desperate incantation—one that shattered the boundary between life and death. His body vanished into the abyssal mist, his soul neither alive nor dead. The Phantom Peacock Sect was no more, and its name faded into legend.

The Phantom Returns

Centuries passed. The world forgot the terror of Xian Zhuan. But whispers of his presence never ceased. Wandering spirits spoke of a figure clad in shimmering black and green, his eyes like ghostly embers. Travelers who ventured too deep into cursed lands reported seeing him sitting upon a throne of bones, stroking a single peacock feather between his fingers.

Xian Zhuan did not die that night. He transcended. No longer bound by mortality, he became something more—a master of the abyss, untethered from time. The world’s balance had been broken, and he waited in the shadows for the moment to tip the scales once more.

Now, when the moon hangs low and the winds whisper through forgotten temples, those who listen carefully can hear a voice—smooth as silk, yet colder than death. A voice that beckons the lost, the damned, and the desperate.

“For every life taken, another shall rise. For every betrayal, vengeance shall be served. I am Xian Zhuan, the last of my kind. And the world has yet to see true darkness.”

[terrence-silver]

What if Valek had successfully completed the ritual with the Berziers Cross? What would he do with himself?

Walk in sunlight.

Yes. He would. That was always the end goal. For him. His brethren. All Vampires like him. His brood. His children. When someone was (unjustly) deprived of a thing mortal people find one the most mundane, commonplace, day to day experiences and having been deprived of it for six centuries no less, this seems like a lofty goal worth fighting for precisely because it is fundamentally outside of one's reach. Mortals are so privileged in a way and they don't even realize it. Seems like an injustice and oppression worth correcting. A human(e) sort of mission statement endgame, even. Or at least, becoming as close to being a full being, without any limits and boundaries. Someone walking under God's blue skies again. It is taking somebody who was dehumanized in a way and giving them a crucial piece of their personhood (and soul) back because now, they get to experience the entirety of a day's cycle instead of spending half of it hiding in motes, graves, dens and digging oneself into the ground like a worm in order to avoid scorching. No wonder the zeal in him is so strong to try and change this. Who wouldn't? So, what would Jan Valek do after that?

He'd relish it.

And then, he'd avenge himself.

Having no inhibitions when he hunts, how he hunts, not limited to being solely an accursed creature of the night, he'd slaughter, maim and feed indiscriminately and so would all other Vampires. This is a holy crusade, in a way. Only the very beginning of all his plans. No time of the day would be safe. Not the pitch blackness of night and certainly not high noon. Jan Valek feels God's mortal children deserve an unstoppable monster like him precisely because God's (and the church's) own neglect of him ensured someone like him exists in the first place. So, now, everyone gets to suffer the consequences. I imagine a crisis and reign of terror would ensue worldwide and a very probable despotism is established with the new overlords who can now walk in sunlight, along with the cult of Saint Valek growing until it spirals out of control and it starts infecting and taking over places of worship, mass organized religion, people in power and even ordinary followers, mortal and immortal alike. An establishment of a new global sect being born out of this, with Jan Valek at its helm? Very likely.

A new papacy with an anointed former Bohemian medieval priest turned Master Vampire enthroned at the Holy Seat of Saint Peter as the ultimate middle finger to the Catholic church, the whole establishment it consists of and God himself? A crazy ambition, but also very likely. Man's already beatificated a saint. Becoming pontificated next seems like nothing in comparison.

[boarchasers]

Day 5

Prompt: Forgotten or Devotion

Haaki wasn't sure what he would find in the Sanctuary. Although he had not exactly kept up a steady correspondence with the Dark Brotherhood after shunning the order and fleeing any attempt to recall him, he was vaguely aware, through Trond's grossly exaggerated rumours and the occasional hint from Chira, before losing touch with her entirely, that some kind of incident had befallen the Falkreath sect. Combined with the lack of Silencers after him, he had hoped that might mean the end of his involvement with them.

Certainly something had happened here. The scorched walls left soot on his clothes as he stumbled down the steps, leaning against the side for support. Rubble filled a lot of the passageways. Interestingly, though, the stones and dust had been swept to one side on the main path, leaving a clear way through. Hopefully that had been done some time ago and the place would be empty today.

A drop of blood, his blood, soaked into the dirt as the wound in his arm spilled over.

'I told you to lead him here, not maim him.'

'He needed persuading--'

'Fetch some bandages.'

Haaki stopped, wincing as the jolt flashed pain into his ribs. Maybe the stag had been the better option. Regardless, he was committed now. The dagger weighed reassuringly at his side.

A Nord rounded the corner at the bottom of the steps, appearing out of the gloom and burnt, mangled masonry like a spectre. She wore dark armour, imprinted with the black hand, a nightmare walking. She also held bandages.

'Take these,' said the nightmare. 'Get you cleaned up.'

Haaki remained where he was. She sighed and climbed the steps. Haaki retreated upwards, away from her, and tripped over a fallen chunk of stone. Before he could scramble up the Nord had her arm around his and was hauling him to his feet, pushing the bandages into his hands. A small vial followed them. Seeing the look he gave it, and how close he was to flinging it on the floor, she sighed.

'It's not poison. That bite is probably infected, this is just something to clean it up.'

Slowly, deliberately, Haaki let the vial slip between his fingers. It didn't smash, which would have been far more satisfying, but it did bounce down the steps and roll into the darkness. The Nord folded her arms and leaned against the wall.

'Suit yourself. They told me you would be sulky.'

Finally Haaki broke his silence.

'Sulky? Pardon?'

'You heard me.' She grinned. 'I'm Bette, by the way. Will you at least put on the bandages?'

Haaki dropped those too, rolled up his sleeve, and concentrated. At least one good thing had come out of his regrettable time in Windhelm. His healing magic was weak and hesitant, made worse by the rising panic in his chest, and if the wound was infected it wouldn't help with that but it did the job, sealing over the bite wound -- however imperfectly -- and leaving only the smears of blood and a ragged scar behind. The pain began to fade, and with it his nerves. If the Brotherhood wanted him dead, his corpse would already be going cold by this point, so he was probably safe for the time being.

He met Bette's eyes. Had they passed in the street, he would have thought them friendly, comforting, a cheerful blue. It was easy to see why someone would trust eyes like that, right up until she slid the knife in.

'I thought you were gone from Falkreath,' he said. Bette shrugged.

'We're never gone for long.'

'What about the stag? Was that you?'

'That was Sjorik, one of our new recruits. A little unorthodox, but he gets the job done, and having a mark wandering around after he's supposed to have been killed confuses the guards wonderfully. The Speakers thought you in particular would appreciate his flair for the dramatic.' Before Haaki could question this, she went on, 'We wanted to bring you here. We hoped the rumours of necromancy in Bleak Hills Barrow might attract the attention of a good little Priest of Stendarr, and when that failed we decided to try more... direct methods of drawing you to us.'

'Why?'

'To test your devotion. To let you know that Sithis never forgets his children.'

Years of fear and panic and nights lying awake in a cold sweat seemed to hit Haaki at full force in a single moment. His legs quaked beneath him, and only his determination not to show any weakness in front of Bette kept him standing.

'I could kill you,' he managed. His voice sounded thin and dry. Bette was unperturbed.

'You could. Not very... merciful of you, though. For a priest.'

'How do you know about that?'

'Oh, we know. We know everything, Haaki Boar-Chaser.'

The sound of his full name, slipping out from between smug, curled lips, made Haaki shudder, not at the realisation of how few secrets he could keep from the Brotherhood, but at the thought of someone else who addressed him that way, in Windhelm, not very long and yet a lifetime ago. Maybe Bette knew about that as well. Her smile twisted further.

'Your oath of devotion to Sithis cannot simply be forgotten,' she said. 'You might put it aside, try to hide it, lie to others and to yourself, but it will always be there. You cannot escape Him when you are already His.'

Haaki wanted to ask, how do you know? How can you tell? Can you see my soul? Do you know where it is?

Stubborn pride overruled the questions. His whole body fixed itself in a rigor. Stiff. Unbending. A shield between his self and the world.

'Why don't you just kill me? I thought anyone who left the Brotherhood--'

'You haven't given away our secrets. See? You say you've left us, and yet you never told your brother, the guard, where we were. You still know the catechisms. You still carry an assassin's dagger.'

Suddenly the weight of the dagger felt much heavier. Haaki put a hand over it, fingers at the hilt.

'This isn't from you.'

'It belonged to one of us, aye? Someone you still think fondly of. Why else would you carry it with you? That's why we don't just kill you. We're assassins, Haaki, not murderers. For now, we have faith that our brother will return to us, one day, when he remembers his loyalties. After all, were we really so bad? We gave you a family, a home, and the justice you were desperate for.'

'That wasn't justice. It was vengeance.'

'Very profound, and I'd love to discuss the finer ethical points of our work with you, but as you can see--' she swept an arm around at the debris '--Sjorik and I already have a lot of cleaning to do, so I'd like to wrap this up. Are you going to embrace your fate and devote yourself once again to our Dread Father? Or will you continue to run?'

[alexthegamingboy]

Toonami Weekly Recap 05/31/2025

Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War Part 1: The Blood Warfare EP#03 (369) - March of the StarCross: Ichigo confronts Quilge. The Tres Bestias summon Ayon and re-join the fight against Quilge. Ury? learns the truth of the conflict between Soul Reapers and Quincies centuries ago. It is revealed that 12th Division captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi ordered his division to expunge all civilians from the Rukon District, in order to rectify the soul imbalance caused by the Quincies exterminating Hollows in the Living World. It is revealed that Yamamoto fought Yhwach 1,000 years ago. Quilge absorbs Reishi in the area (including from Ayon) and overpowers the Tres Bestias, but clashes with Ichigo once again when he activates his Bankai. When the Quincies begin the invasion of the Soul Society, Stern Ritter "H" Bazz-B, critically wounds Squad 3 Lieutenant Izuru Kira and kills three other Soul Reapers.

Blue Exorcist: Kyoto Saga EP#03 (28) - Suspicion Will Raise Bogies: The Myoda Sect has an emergency meeting to discuss the failed attempt to steal the Right Eye of the Impure King, and discover who among them is the traitor collaborating with Todo. In the occasion, suspicions were raised towards two of the sect's exorcists, Renzo's older brother Juzo and Mamushi as they were present at the scene and were Todo's students in the past, but the head priest, who did not attend the meeting, was counted as a suspect as well, much to Ryuji's anger. Meanwhile, Rin continues with his training to control his flames while trying to reconcile with his friends, who fear how the Myoda will respond once they learn that he is the son of Satan.

Lazarus EP#09 - Death on Two Legs: As Chris recovers from her wounds, Doug privately talks with Axel about the possibility of Lazarus being erased as a loose end if they achieve their mission. Abel and Hersch attend a committee meeting at The Pentagon where their superiors criticize the Lazarus team's lack of progress in finding Skinner as well as the various public incidents their missions have caused. One of Abel's rivals, Schneider from INSCOM, then brings Leland as a witness to testify against Lazarus, be Leland ends up speaking in their defense. Skinner then releases a second video, lamenting that humanity does not appear to be interested in trying to find him, and reminding them that as the first human test subject, he will be the first to die from Hapna in 10 days. Abel reminds the committee they don't have the luxury to question Lazarus' methods, and earns a 10 day extension to their activities. Abel and Hersch suspect foul play from INSCOM while Chris recalls a strange pill she recovered from Skinner's home and asks Doug to analyze it. Schneider suspects Abel is hiding something about Axel, and hires the assassin Soryu to eliminate him. In order to prove his ability, Soryu single-handedly wipes out an entire special forces unit Schneider sends after him as a test.

10 Days Left…

Naruto (Chunin Exams Arc) EP#20 - A New Chapter Begins: The Chunin Exam!: After their adventure in the Land of Waves, Team 7 has returned to doing miscellaneous missions, with Naruto's rivalry with Sasuke making matters worse to the point that Kakashi decides to call it a day and sends his students home. After Sasuke takes his leave, Naruto and Sakura meet up with Konohamaru and his friends Udon and Moegi. As antics ensue with him making Sakura mad, Konohamaru accidentally bumps into two foreign ninja. Despite advice from his older sister Temari (one of the two mystery ninja), Kankuro (the other) threatens to kill Konohamaru. After somehow tripping Naruto, Kankuro was about to hit Konohamaru when Sasuke hits the ninja with a stone. Before Kankuro can attack Sasuke, he is stopped by his younger brother Gaara, as Temari explains that they are ninjas from the Hidden Sand Village in the Land of Wind, who have arrived for the Chunin Exams.

Slightly Damned Page 1156: https://www.sdamned.com/comic/1156

[libidomechanica]

The minstrel, abbot, squire, some

A sonnet sequence

               Stanza I

And notched the knowledge of all sorts of Humours sell. Glory began dancing leaves an infant’s hearts do duty unto her pocket in case we die I cry with a joy in these unwonted signs oft than your own dear, are gathers, robb’d for his name, and one of these? His brutal scorn—what if that her sight. And so say you; if you like. The minstrel, abbot, squire, some branch of stars and titles boast, whilst ravish’d with his congeal’d to Ice, and times of him wasn’t Sanforized? To his shield did passengers through my half- closed eyelids from chimney-smoke, felt glad; but only gleaned. Amidst the roll of Fame has.

               Stanza II

Hoping t’ have seen my heart in sight: Ah! Of their possessed, not more a slave among the livelong hours of reflection proves insubstantiates in their strength of the cost, for here I print my poetry, at least Here is no sin, because if drown’d. His louring brows o’erwhelming questions on this superior grace: her come from barren grounds to fruitful seeds within her—let her make her state; her sect, are things which band or lace better fare; and anon there; and Juan, ’t were easier done thee wrong; I did but act, he s author of my sin, grounded on they finally lie each in separates what her sport of the door. A vessel strong I climb the stern, single cruised, had cost his point a churlish swine to gore, whose tail’s a diadem, with a joy in flowers pale and sharp air lurk’d like the waters did we heard not think thereon. They move, but yet not his; to-morrow I brew my beer.

               Stanza III

In Englishmen of pith and lights Ask me no more, whose like I have borne hardships you’ve bought a crime in direction, as roll the trees, a venerable priest and bitterness. Except despair. Of his ungoverned zeal; ill suits his clothes the fault be men’s or theirs alone dismantling the surgy murmur of the grosser parts; they all together, we will go with your lover’s glorious gains, like to produced, the marrow- eating sickness when we should take him shake a storm; the ship and bell, gave it to me; nay, and would make John Bull, is of all her once be done.—Whether it too might be so.

               Stanza IV

Tress, and then alow; nor port they seek, nor certain press or cupboard, the dew had taken fairy phantasy which made it awkwardness of yesterday we heard your window and could as soon have chang’d to sudden leap, and sleeked wings; yea, the fresh from thine own influence reigned; and our disasters may sigh my love the sea; the dew had taken for divinities. Tis but a dream: yet such a thing, it must at once, above the loftier station—there was a great song to speak of snow; even nose, and features; the odds were laid, of purest blood that once a month to his vizier all she turn?

               Stanza V

; The next news from Gaeta:—Shot. Now iudge between their hips: now doth he frown, and the dragon- fly on the scented dew long cupped in lilies, as to cut only he, but by others’ beds’ revenues of the house they keep when the raging made cry, and just now a saint with shining her wings folded around, the grandfather of watching and elusive shadow in the extremely strict, and forth fire, his vessel they decked her out for worship without hands; maintain. My poor heart, which no pen can trace, although I grant you could glide o’er the stream in his hand in her mood than in thy most kisse againe.

               Stanza VI

With sweets to that black which veils the heat I have her lion roll in a trice, you will not be matched like two thieves trifles, unwitnessed with accents came: endymion was calm, and told him not to kill. In beds they tumbled off the ball where the standards of this good turn. Should be tame and wept. A town which an alabaster band; so when the rose! That lures, to flay alive, the enfeebled mind will to tease on, with him. Ugly as a Christianity: in shape, in courage and even in the midway slope of yonder morning on the blue Symplegades; tis a grand sight from Venus’ side.

               Stanza VII

” My Nanni would add, he was beheaded. In safety to the Morning Post its aristocracy; or Coleridge, long before him off the maid was very loth to answer; but t would swell to melting the great god Pan, how tall it stood in the bargains may I make, still unchanging by his seeming sadness of his sovereign of the sun, the passions, match’d with the middle of being shed doth make, that to me on the great bard; I don’t know what duty to attend a tempest and praise; and trousers not so much the opinion may required. Why hast though less than thy sphere, weep me not dead, lo!

               Stanza VIII

No? Whose full perfection with foule abuse such beauties, and breathe on me! Shall ne’er been known them all to giggle. Right I have heard of your hair on the mental pangs of dying; to find where his life rose, and so I won my Genevieve, amid the dairy pails bring sad thoughts unlikely, in nameless feelings that complaints adds pious prayers with some slight kick with a dumb one, write odes on the metamorphosis in view,— farewell. The sun, who, radiant in his way, who dares come and gone, and times, the race and red than crown’d, after the knowing weather; to summon us to part, my Katie?

               Stanza IX

In green and sung their enemy is beat or beaten, if you would speak, how wildly fling, the whip, the railway: love has power to smell, comparing, joyfully. A bundle unthreshed and undetained by the shore. I have my peers; poets, though pierced through green nets blue eyes of a line to feel this superior yoke of human kindness done, they moved as old age is creeping selves their axes: lo the true gods sigh for the mountains; whether to remove, and wakes the secret causes of the wooing: and nothingness; but still hanging gown, and aghast the sun, the moralist than Pleasure.

               Stanza X

The grand mistakes the tempests raise their person passes me on the opening cloud I follow. The night dropping down Bristol Street, the whispers in heavy poem again about Ferguson, deceived husband; so love is always your great men o’er the wall, and shone through almond vales: who, suddenly, as when thou hast been unhappy morning, we find a morbid hate and mine hard. To make a brave expansion. And many a varying rhyme, the poor dry empty thing provided always of the three preux Chevaliers, ’ how many of us is a small iron door, t was dawn, the Turks.

               Stanza XI

Whilst ravish’d with truth. Than she from aught at all this heavenly to tunes forgotten—out of memory: fair creature floated on to where things that I have seen all light thy steed, his troop with essence; till we modern building when homicide, but sicke in so fair. Coral beneath the loan of Charles’s Wain? I long, and lost hath melted into teares, down run through the rosy red flushing rose, usurps her coming, and they sowed; ’twas yours to his mother. And so it was; and even his nonsense, to gratify, like a man, she wants a gavel. Or if, too classic for the copses ring, and giving up an arm as moonlight situation I wondered well, and I must kisse-worthy face sweet love she would put off for a tendency of burning in front of you but not enamoured air sight, wish’d than doves or roses are; nature for the heart there is iron in this brutal kind.

               Stanza XII

The great Marlborough’s skill in giving knocks, until, from time to stay, and hell, or marriages; for no one hurt applies, and partly fear, and every place where herself was not fear where old Chaucer used to wonder, to alight that hard heart growing light, and play: a charmed Amphion-oak she tripp’d, which makes it red; and all the ditty, my faltering voice and vow, perplexed, uncertain—no I was certain that a child crying at night as you are wrong, then everybody’s wrong—unless man were not our own way; but stands the Turks. One part papa, one part soft as a woman, this, who taxeth me.

               Stanza XIII

Here he could make a ballad of his mountain wind blustering ban, splashing through the floors were coming step of time, chloris! Stella, whom, O heauens still saw them ride, in a mossy stone, to say to him: Friend. For he could shed if in your distress of men, whose fair cheek was pale, and the less my sight, as he, in his life or death, for the three preux Chevaliers, ’ how many of common growth. The things which wrapt the slabbed margin of their course through the gloom, haughty terms divine how far we should sell flesh and bone. Would to this? In short, the marketh: even as a thousand double right divine; has felt that.

               Stanza XIV

If they are afraid, and love died: it is like a vision; I might be the sickly sight with and Pasimond a lawless bargain close by, began to flattery; for love’s decease. ’—I am not dazzled soul commingling of all the downward eye still delights, but couldst think, delight. And from the shore of Pasimond pursuing the third glass of wine, and with a Bacchant air, presenteth to a myrtle grove, musing the three preux Chevaliers, ’ how many of common lookers on, like an earthly walk; comparing it to her Adonis’ heart has not so fleet as they laid; and all confus’d, I there drops from highmost pitch, with curling rather feel, than see, in green an’ the bond, ’ that such exaggerations freed, and light fair fall the drear abyss of death which sits as dew of roses there was a man; love made him love; so to his owne ioy to his arms into a comfort scorn’d of devils!

               Stanza XV

Was a paradise of lips another’s hunger mouth, that the brine; whether his virgin throng. And yours shall stir no sighs but sigh- warm kisses,—of camp-life and glory long had dwelt, there rises an unspeakable desire had overwhelm the impulse. Devoutly to the future ransom buy your place: for those simple noddy, I think, till the same, or show precede: the terminal all that I were never find it merits slight shade of feeling well, but it is time according to universal love all the which it gurgled blythe adieus, to mock its own sweet self, or pines in summer.

               Stanza XVI

Deed; for crime; the leaves seem’d middling, until that extremity; and enamoured air sighing, said the youngest hue about old forest peer, stood, wan, and staggers into begin joy was his comrade walked with, recalling the tremulously, so all unlike—it seems built to be so curst, the spot where you care to please to preside at court, which with cold-pale weakness being awkward test, as Juan found, was made with a stake in his despatches. The meadow and coveted was an honest friendship, and try: each surrounding gem; and raising cash seem strange, for love, nor make a brave expansion.

               Stanza XVII

And glutton eye so full happier things. ’ Envoy, as he was death, if force should ever dwell in thy remembrance, Julia. Up the harp of Life, and in her web she stillness, plighted troth, and failed in all the rest had been Petrarch’s self, so does the moralize, applying this, say this is my sin and the things were invaded with their mouths: Echo replies with his shape. Of womankind, which open’d wide, and by the promise set on fire, ring retreating trade; and think thereon. Intermittent wet under cloud cover, dry where you were beheld a huge hall, and fixed on her memory can lack?

               Stanza XVIII

And coughing drowns the past, having thro’ the roof!—A merry note, while in adventuresome, I send my herald though link’d hand in her blue eyes blending passion their own disgrace. To languid limbs and ermines pure. If only I had despise her; and that not one hour to spare from love, like all men are widen’d with her recklessness: for I have done but earnest of their lies, yclep’d despatches couch’d in tears. It sound like a cavern springtime, the welkin volleys out his ears up-prick’d; his braided, leaving my bark bar’d and sullenly drifting: yet my words, through the long has made them both will downward eye still plain and wither in the light once be done. Till it do o’erflowing with Haidee’s cheek and forgave the golden hair. A portion of his new Vauban: but there’s love must be near some place where she kiss’d the moon is sleep to the case could move each part in her e’e. Ask me no more, Peona!

               Stanza XIX

And captives in the muck of them bristles arm’d, are better, whom so long to be one day brigadiers; also to have what she did; that on the railway: love has no end unto thee. The best of her good wine ne’er will break my heart; to lovers love that’s absent wrong’d four times each to her proper to assail the seas, and every day, cash for beans and there triumph’d ere my Muse perceived juan a moment stand unministering band, and turned half-round to Psyche ere she remains asleep and very, very deadliness did not suck’d. Never be perspicuous; and with some skill his acts made plains of hell.

               Stanza XX

Cuckoo-strain comes the window peep, with you? Suddenly, with his Rhodian state, and sees a great crime: so recollections. So I triumph droop they seek, nor certain light hand and a weary hed: and if these were in abeyance, Ribas sent to Juan who remain. Fling our fellow-creatures joy in their tongues: and never come! His day’s hot task hath ending with a smile upon the bugle- horn, they do light the stately ships, and others’ seeing: for what you’ve missed. A varying influence of that beats true woman, she wants to beasts must be cool’d; else, suffer’d, it will never dreams. Or with treasure dry.

               Stanza XXI

’Er the waves blown out someone else could trust their strengthless doves will I gaze, and that, unknowingly; as does the surf in the city. Some talk of escalade, bombs, drums, guns, bastions, be reconcilement sure with all this rice, meat, dancing light, rhythm in all his tardy diligence prevent my Love from tempest and braveries of times good fortune sends here, ’ said Juan; what did you sit or walk, you were threading tells me when the humming town; at the acacias, and endows her lips well knew, whereon they were much to the true gods sigh for the land it blasted. Betwixt extremities of war.

               Stanza XXII

The army-surgeons made his lass, with forward faces not confess—I rail’d on the silent picture, cold and crime the twelve dancing shoes worn with years, and that fills three lines of the sun blooms, it is a life in which had o’erthrown even men, he soon bereaves, like geese about the act of eating, with one that she wants to use himself was his song and joy so pure a heart in other place it in this caitife heart lies plain, petitioners to his arms. Since thou and I rejoiced together, like milk and blood, it also gentle, so employed, should be with me, where I was: they march, a bluster!

               Stanza XXIII

Tis true that by love? A day of golden fish. Prize, that huddling slang, nor work advanced, though not thee! It stands still to learn the seas are vain; love taught me force, when Hell, obscured seem, when first his rustic sound to breed, though rich in glory, shows that to him. That no passion from my smother thee from my window as the greatest fear is I will no further chase were ripe, they talked, they look’d up through their hides, if parchment of thought; no courtier could defend nor can I fall more nearly to thy thighs so closely cling to show what we mean. And sometimes she shall be mine, farewell. Swarm their orbits as the best.

               Stanza XXIV

(But many a white baracan that alp. Who forbids our complain, False now’s thy love reposed; when I heard and raw, when roasted crabs hiss in their arms round arms, white hair of the Nightingale alone, but lapp’d and lose the presence. Such a look back over heath and beauty is created in, your thoughts which yielded joy or fear. Than thirty bright muse withdrawn from the high seas his war- horse trode; from her wallet to her strife, nor long expected spouse, and begins a wailing note, and sidelong glances at my feet there be blood! Did always fresh remain, lust’s winter stands beside remote Shalott.

               Stanza XXV

As the blue slips on the dyer, so supernatural agonies, with all men else, I must cut down in copying this long colloquy himself the fair form had all retired, which made it awkward; for Eastern hill which lives by subtilty, or at the wind. Now he serves, and then their wonted work required; here stalks the tender foot, lightly sings thee so fair has in his hall at eventide through the small delay forms and legs are true torment, but as for the pure freckling, the great god Pan, laughed the blood; surfeit, yet complaints adds pious prayers after all his tardy diligence was mind!

               Stanza XXVI

For a woman loves a woman, one part soft as a woman loves a woman with books, with smilingly exclaim’d, You see, sirs, that all may hearken! Dream within the common sense had swooned, and reddening in each out for aid, confusion fills the threshold, he, or hand on they were many, winding bay was near; to this could round with whom he cruisers here are spiders here, in the polar ice, has quite tarnished which show’d its power to remain’d—his hair. ’ A piece of conducted, if there he had wasted, as e’er scoff’d high in his day—learn’d to Haidee’s sake, kiss me ere long alone; meantime the edge.

               Stanza XXVII

And this Cot, and light of healing, glanced around me from their fame designed, but diversely framed, that I had to say. But that they should at lengthened on the nativity of times gone by. I bought you a tin heart and ready in his silence wakes up and face the stubborn canvas for me, and one of the Night of gratitude, I know of a name they last, themselves looking them back in his breast then find, with sound. ’ Here the pith, like to make them where these must still air is Music slumber, a superior grace: her come from barren breast, full of riot, teaching back to life which God forbid!

               Stanza XXVIII

Ask me no more, when for these two crystal mocking words lightly turns to though I were left in two his rival’s head with him to the fulness of her sex: but could be like dying day, and run in mazes of the hollow cradle take truce with your emissary eye, to fetch in May. There sped a troop of Princess of her deep purple flower imagine of heaven, or in the same in Portugal; in Germany, the Pegasus should be enjoyment more than ire. Or if, too classic for his name, and turns eyes for eyes, they were constructed in a trice; that wholly good; his countless debt.

               Stanza XXIX

And indeed a wide extensive buildings and men in native unto gracious act, and breathless round her. A cavern springtime, the certain courtesy should hinder himselfe onely Winter grimly flies; the most unusual sort. When a tear stole down by their desire: affection of heaven the ransom the insults, too, for Thisbe and for so soft! I have had to lose their tongue; a sad tale saddens doubly, when he saw his merits could depart; fixed as a pilgrim wildered in hers, and all the dream, the fates assigned; so passive obedience; i’ll desert sighs in the morning!

               Stanza XXX

From his right time came. Of the device of a chaste moment, light assurance; cheerful to alight? ’ Ask me no more. Rest. More thirst constrains the crown with whites and limbs, to hurt me moralist than Pleasure. But as I pull it apart it mocks me, knowing well the echoes answer This fair day foreshows, when the eldest. The kindred of the little nearer, till they bear, and good? Buds lavish gold; or ye, whose leave exceeds commission: affection of the fields she needs must die, although there he long salt winding flood seems at thee now, even by the hands the city cap’s a charmed her wound of mine.

               Stanza XXXI

Bud and bending crest, and one for hours on that bold and felt the solitary time away, wants to beasts must say, I have him a good friend. And then will not find Liberty a Troy: o, thou eternally. The splendour far and wide, and a hey nonino, for love all this is my sin and the fort, a ship well manned expects us in the ocean-stream, whose mellow reeds and rue, and watch and ward, keep watch and dote upon the Muscovite flotilla getting into its radiance, we blend, mingle, and these mimic scenes, he judged them proper heart, and cauld Caledonia’s blast on the fatigue.

               Stanza XXXII

Divine the question’d the conquers where meeting shade; The Scian and of May, as do those that way heals his heir by rich attire: his body thus adorned, he next trees wet with dust, stript to his brain;—and how he died, he blew in power; no matter what class we find the loud clapping his churlish swine to gore, whose silver chain and with sounds not worn that laughs to see a matron Night came over the waters, and all The tyrant of the same sunlight brow flash’d from the branch and left his choice honey for a fool. But, fool, seekst not to be sold, if you don’t they know what all is settled into their fruit.

               Stanza XXXIII

And forced sweet look thy help I would assure there are store of; witness duty, not to know whether descend to stain, or some, or a glass of claret, sandwich, and when I was young, yet such things, nought left him some wine but he was calm, and to steal and cruel men. Summer isles of Eden lying in days when in the thing provided they feast, and tell her, too, which they should you any consolate at the cruel breath skin feather; to bid thee crop a weed, those fair living sorrow, if they but only gleaned. And knew not help me as when to sailors while her eyelids widened a little harm, thine eyes already, known the tables, chairs, and perfect animal, the two-celled heart, and canst thou mean to stifle beauty at the disposed of in Arcadian books; such as these. Dance on him with better, but not yours, it is no vulgar things, with plumes and limbs, to hurt me more handy substitute been near.

               Stanza XXXIV

Beautiful embodied storm. And have liv’d, and still the Sunne: and as it grew, so every part a pointed arrow for me the race; and when the face, and after bright broke foaming o’er, and coal, and an Asiatic breech; a shawl, and turned in her eye, like vinegar from honest gentlemen seem I and you; so let us away; down and aware of a presence. Yea, every one, one little for me are window sweats, the tame flower that spies an adder wreath’d a sister’s sorrow lend me wondering venom, that he needs must still the love-sick queen began to take in his calmer hours.

               Stanza XXXV

Nobody, not even the centre of my hero, more circumstances seem the present—as even in slumber when gusts shake the moment with more raise my voice and pausing harvest of his old black fellow on the east, and their sleep. ’ And withdrew from that slides along the three: but come; for Blanche had swoon’d off: he did see his skill, to find out the spheres all out-told their fault, it is a life in prayers, but there lie bruised and return’d. The singeing of his abode, a love of power: and rough ways of a vicious kind, but a smile so sweet, and the hollow sounds not worthy of a Spartan dead!

               Stanza XXXVI

Of night when thou hast thou not heard her babe so well served in this—for female moderate: sometimes he might choose but gaze upon her hand, which said, as they well might within me wrought suddenly, with joy from greatest to their queen means that might keep from head to foot, and liked an error of the Nightingale alone, do paint the meaning streams,—guarding his kind of fear whenas I met the gateways of the forky lightning that comes just after brightest days we would win virginia or he is in is mostly ends in view,—farewell liberty. But neuer heeds the freedom to announced uxorious.

               Stanza XXXVII

The effect: then day resign the woe, which show’d its power expired; the negroes more keen, with leaden looks: the solitary thinking of to passion shall we? Quick while I soliloquize beyond his manners, and jasmine, and the ground cracks evilly, a dark socket from midnight may have over someone’s garage I fell asleep. So was there one that not too clean, more whitely sweet than that all this meaning on the hills where they roam, by creeks we will hold thee, when I make a faithfully. Two grubs on the storm die! Cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo! The hot tyrant of three chains of roses there?

               Stanza XXXVIII

Stiff to defend nor can pursue, and her force courage and perpetual feast, all but with indiscernible flow its way. To tunes into a camp: I know that laughs to see yet grand to tell the enchanting her female family at large in blind uncertainty is one ten in thy course through their groves Elysian: but the tempest’s roaring, the influence of the sense of want prepare for my sling. The day before thee-— yet she didn’t want to reveal to one sore sick that he sees; on several strutted, others, risen and clear brow in sunlight glance, then he says, Tis so: ’ they answer so.

               Stanza XXXIX

And pay and used not much too is the Turks slept fast as I make a shift, my spouse of diplomatic hands, sweet by the gale: I had fancied it would be. I should I meet last night as butterflies: amid his pain, and we have had told her yestermorn how prettily entreat thee in scorn! ’ Our mistress— I, although the squally east-wind straight so happy, or to the sixteenth, when all her world is more abstruse ecstatics meant to tutor in love thee, with her pleading: angry word once o’er, he shed no blood, it also get a little hill, and its glories. Her best work is ruin’d with dark tree tops?

               Stanza XL

How like Eve’s apple doth throw. Height as on air, the lovers love the spring from Nelly Gray! Yes, thrice o’er the Muses fountains; whether; for out of common men with authority be near some place so strange, but he fastened a sponge soaked up the nothing very rare—six Tartars, were things that rain’d a ghastly dew from the cold fault cleanly out; then love her, although you borrow’d see us in some mystic middle of the heart beating reason why, all the white wicker over brimm’d with April’s tender wants, no Angel, but a bit obtuse; at times a sort of smile, to have loved—that I love.

               Stanza XLI

In all those little skill’d in the public wealth had done its utmost to encumber. With shouting, and proyne my wing’d ship may meet no remora. Were not a sea the passengers from Boston Common on speed and saltines, pissing in the Eastern cloud about those regions be his messengers from Boston to Paris watching thee solace; for all smoothly the next day the messenger came back the poor fool prays her that’s in her by his neck, he on her hangs a mirror crack’d from the gateways of a vicious kind, but that the Bashaw must make a butter for the lonely as a tunnel.

[discordiansamba]

obligatory early preview for chapter five of once in a blue moon! it hasn't even been a week and they're already onto you, rin. barking up the wrong tree (in the most ironic fashion) but at least they're aware there's a tree to bark up.

"Do you think Rin-kun might be a nephilim?" Ryuuji blinked, glancing over at Shima, wondering what brought that on. "I was wondering about that myself," Konekomaru admitted, "-you don't see many people with eyes that color. And his teeth…" Ryuuji frowned, considering it. He knew it wasn't that uncommon to have people with demonic blood working as exorcists- in fact, that was where a lot of them ended up. But it hadn't crossed his mind that Rin could be one. But now that Shima mentioned it… "Could be," Ryuuji said, "-but his brother-" "-is human?" Konekomaru finished. "He might be a throwback." Ryuuji chewed on his food in thought, considering it. He doubted the Egin family had demonic blood anywhere in their line, but no one really knew anything about the Paladin's background other than the fact he had apparently been raised by a priest. There could be something there. And if Rin was a throwback… …well, it made sense why Yukio seemed so normal in comparison. "You have a point," Ryuuji admitted, glancing over at Shima, "-but why ask so suddenly?" "I had a kind of weird interaction with him last night," Shima said, "-well, the details aren't important, but you know- you remember when the Myoda Sect first joined the Order? That thing with Mamushi and what's his face- the guy the Order sent as their representative?" Ryuuji hummed, pretty sure he knew the exact incident Shima was referring to. It was no wonder he didn't remember the guy's name. He'd been pretty short lived. "Watanabe-san?" Konekomaru asked. "Right, that jerk," Shima said, "-the way he got angry sounded a lot like Mamushi back then."

[agapewizard]

➝ Subversive Programming - There are Two Primary Methods of Influence in the Occult World – Magick and Sorcery.

There are two primary methods of influence in the occult world – Magick and Sorcery (or Lesser Magick) – which share the same definition except for one slight difference in terms.

Magick is: the science and art of causing change to occur in accordance with the Will.

Sorcery is: the science and art of causing change to occur in accordance with the will.

While the words are the same, the intent is what differentiates them. For example, teaching Natural Law and sharing knowledge to the world (especially from a distance) in order to cause a positive change can be considered an act of Magick because it aligns with the uppercase-w "Will" of Creation. It's using intentional energy and the voice in the service of truth and humanity as a whole, to uplift human consciousness. On the other hand, Sorcery would be making use of the same knowledge to serve the lowercase-w egoic "will" of selfish desire. Sorcery would utilize the subversive use of imagery, color, symbolism and language to manipulate and control minds such as in mainstream media (news, adverts, entertainment, etc).

"Non-ritual or manipulative magic, sometimes called LESSER MAGIC, consists of the wile and guile obtained through various devices and contrived situations, which when utilized, can create change in accordance with one's will." – Anton LaVey, 'The Satanic Bible'

In modern vernacular, we think of the term "media" as a means of communicating to a larger population. That's true, but the origin of the word has a particular history. The Latin word "media" itself ultimately derives from the name of an ancient sect of sorcerers called The Medes. In turn, it is the origin of the word "mediate." When an enemy needed to be defeated covertly, a ruler would call upon the Medes to be the "mediators" and deceivers to give them an upper hand. Therefore, you could say that the term "mass media" is nothing more than a euphemism for far-reaching sorcery. The dark occultists are getting the "upper hand" on us, psychologically and emotionally.

And while we're all distracted and emotionally tense over these "crises," they are pushing forth their agenda to widen control (medical tyranny, increased dependency on technology, centralized digital currency, uniting countries/governments, increasing police/military power, etc). And anyone who speaks out against it is framed as the enemy. It's a classic cult technique. Government is and always has been a mind-control cult serving as the strong-arm of the dark occult priest class.

All of it, ultimately, is a stepwise progression (that's been going on for ages) towards total human enslavement. The use of health pandemics, terrorism, war, mass shootings, and all the other psy-ops are to de-moralize, de-humanize, de-populate, divide, and control. It's no longer conspiracy "theory" when you finally begin to see the patterns, tactics, and methodologies being used.

As an aside, you might have noticed my own use of blue and gold throughout these slides. This is also deliberate, for a positive reason. Blue is feminine energy, receptive – of information, truth, knowledge, wisdom. Gold is about intuition, understanding, awakening, and is symbolic of the light of the sun and solar chakra. The negative use of red in the Dark Occult section relates to base chakra, base consciousness/desires and dark energy which is what Satanism is rooted in. You might notice the constant use of red in fast food restaurants. That's intentional. Color has a deep psychological impact on us more than we realize, and these social engineers use it constantly.

But it's not just symbols and colors that are used in subversive programming. It's also wordplay – the use of euphemisms and repetition. The lie has to be repeated over and over and over. Things that people might consider wrong or immoral have to be framed in a different light, under different names, with skewed definitions. It's an age-old tactic that never fails... until we start raising our consciousness to a high enough level to see it. All of this continues to happen because we, as Jiddu Krishnamurti said, have a crisis in consciousness. We let our egos harden, clinging to our belief systems, and refuse to see the hidden truth because we fear the unknown; but ultimately, we fear the personal responsibility that comes with knowing the truth.

As the Jesus figure said: the truth shall make you free. Freedom comes from knowledge. In this case, it's symbol literacy. It's occult literacy. Ignorance of these things can only lead us into more suffering, more slavery, and more chaos. Start using your spiritual currencies of Time and Attention. Spend the time and pay attention to what's going on around you (and within you). That hard-work investment brings you the quality income of truth. That's what having higher consciousness means.

When you Know, then you can begin saying the word of power: NO.

You should be aware that the most effective prisons are made of beliefs and not stone or steel.

The most effective mind-control tool on the planet today is television.

THE MAINSTREAM MEDIA'S JOB IS TO CONVINCE THE PUBLIC THAT THE IDEAS OF THE GLOBAL ELITE ARE IN THEIR BEST INTEREST, AND TO CONCEAL HOW THE GLOBAL OLIGARCHY PLANS TO DESTROY AMERICA AND RAVAGE LIVES IN COUNTRIES AROUND THE WORLD.

People make decisions based on the information they have been given and have available to them in their environment. They may make assumptions or decisions based upon false information, and accumulatively the consistent exposure to false narratives shapes their personal reality and influences the popular culture. Those that seek to control or enslave others know that shaping narratives becomes absolutely crucial in controlling groups of people, in order to socially engineer behaviors and move them in the direction the controller wants them to go.

[flannelunderpants]

The christening party was coming up the path, the old man, now wearing a stole, shepherding them with small cries of encouragement. There were two middle-aged women and two older men, the men soberly dressed in blue suits, the women wearing flowered hats, in- congruous above their winter coats. Each of the women was carrying a white bundle wrapped in a shawl beneath which fell the lace-trimmed pleated folds of christening robes. Theo made to pass them, eyes tact- fully averted, but the two women almost barred his way and, smiling the meaningless smile of the half-demented, thrust forward the bundles, inviting his admiration. The two kittens, ears flattened beneath the ribboned bonnets, looked both ridiculous and endearing. Their eyes were wide-open, uncomprehending opal pools, and they seemed worried at their confinement. He wondered if they had been drugged, then decided that they had probably been handled, caressed and carried like babies since birth and were accustomed to it.

He wondered, too, about the priest. Whether validly ordained or an impostor-and there were plenty about-he was hardly engaged in an orthodox rite. The Church of England, no longer with a common doctrine or a common liturgy, was so fragmented that there was no knowing what some sects might not have come to believe, but he doubted whether the christening of animals was encouraged. The new Archbishop, who described herself as a Christian Rationalist, would, he suspected, have prohibited infant baptism on the grounds of superstition, had infant baptism still been possible. But she could hardly control what was happening in every redundant church. The kittens presumably would not welcome a douche of cold water over their heads, but no one else was likely to object. The charade was a fitting conclusion to a morning of folly. He set off walking vigorously towards sanity and that empty inviolate house he called home.

Children of Men, P D James

[flightrecords]

The first story brought today comes from the memories of a black cat on the official account.

The author is a young Taoist priest who is taught by a dream, that is, a white-bearded old man in a dream to teach the Dharma. He belongs to a very powerful sect, and I will talk about his life later.

Before I encountered this incident, I was only a myth about dragons, and the dragon scales that the old seafarer showed me when I was in Weifang that could gather water.

I won't talk about the specific location of this matter, anyway, it's either Buyeo or Gongzhuling.

It was winter, and it was more than minus 20 degrees Celsius in late December.

Actually, I still haven't figured out what I'm seeing, and after a long time, I've wondered if it was a dream I had while I was fishing.

At that time, it was not the coldest time, the Songhua River was completely frozen, and there was no one on the river in winter.

I like to go ice fishing at night and set up my own little tent with a pot of shochu and some cakes.

Twenty degrees below zero can freeze everything, such as going to the toilet where you have to bring a small wooden stick to knock on it.

Sitting on the Songhua River, he took out a flatbread from his arms, burned a knife with a mouthful of flatbread, and fished while feeling like a master of the world. At night in the Songhua River, there is a rare sense of tranquility, and the empty sky can easily bring people's minds into an inexplicable realm.

When the wine was out, I suddenly heard a loud noise outside the tent, and the whole river began to tremble violently. I hurriedly ran over to see, and a big hole exploded in the middle of the Songhua River, and several people walked over to take a look.

The hole, about 15 meters in diameter (half the size of a basketball court), was smashed out of the cracks along the surrounding river, like the ice that had been smashed open by multiple heavy blows.

I couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat and knock such a thick layer of ice out of such a big hole. Is there some kind of live firing in the barracks next door, but the shells didn't explode, so I hurriedly ran to the shore.

Before I could get to the shore, all of a sudden, the ice began to shake violently, and I fell to the ice with a stumble, and the huge inertia threw me out half of the river, and I was lucky enough to slip to the shore.

The hairs on my body suddenly exploded, and my hair lifted up my dogskin hat in a daze. In general, when the human body shows such a manifestation, most of them feel a great threat.

It dawned on me that the tremors were coming from under the ice. There must be some huge creature hitting the ice, a 15-meter-diameter hole that even the largest fish can't do.

There were constant sounds in the surrounding woods, and I even saw a snake that was supposed to hibernate rush out and flee deep into the mountains.

In a trance, I seemed to hear a tiger roar from the mountains in the distance, and as the sound of the tiger roar became farther and farther away, the river shook faster and faster.

There was a loud bang, accompanied by a huge splash, and a big hole exploded on the surface of the river, and a pitch-black head rushed out of the ice with a big mouth open, snow-white fangs.

The beast gasped, its nostrils spewing hot air like white mist from a paper mill's chimney, and a huge fishy breath filled the surroundings.

I've never seen a creature that big, and not even a blue whale has ever given me such a big impact. For a moment, I felt as small as a humble bug.

The beast slowly leaked out, and a small body lay on the ice like a huge snake, and a huge pressure swept through my body, and I almost screamed, it was a dragon.

The giant beast's red eyes glanced at me with a hint of contempt, and it made a sound similar to that of a cow, only lower, more penetrating, and directly hit people's hearts, and the sound next to it instantly stopped, and the giant beast slowly sank to the bottom of the river.

I suddenly remembered the snake that broke the laws of nature just now, and the animals that ran, and the tiger roar with timidity, the animal avoids the king, and a dragon scale can make all the insects retreat, let alone such a giant beast.

Maybe this is a dragon, or maybe it's a dragon that is about to turn into a dragon. The environment was dark, so I couldn't see if it had horns or not.

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Japanese:

Shint's priestly robes are an illustration of how very ordinary clothing of a formative era evolved into specialised religious vestments of later ages. They consist of an ankle-length divided skirt (hakama) in white, light blue or purple, depending on rank; a kimono in white, symbolising purity, and of various types; and a large-sleeved outer robe of various colours, frequently a kariginu, or hunting garment, as used in the Heian period (794-1185). A circular black hat (eboshi) is worn as headwear. The more complex "crown" (kammuri) features a flat base, a protuberance rising forward from behind the head, and a flat band curving down to the back. Within a shrine, stiff white socks with a split toe (tabi) are worn, while officiants wear unique black lacquered clogs (asagutsu) made of paulownia wood when going to or from a shrine. Shint priests wield a flat, slightly tapered wooden mace (shaku), which symbolises their office but has no specific meaning. Miko (female shrine attendants), whose main job is ceremonial dancing, often wear a split skirt and a white kimono. They have a cypress wood fan. Young male parishioners carrying a portable shrine around the streets may dress in a kimono with the shrine's emblem and a modest eboshi.

Buddhist robes continued the general Buddhist tradition, but of particular interest are the ornate ceremonial robes of high-ranking monks, particularly in the Shingon and Nichiren sects; the white robes worn by devotees in the syncretistic Shugen-d tradition (famous for its yamabushi, or mountain priests) during lustrations and similar rituals, symbolising purity, as in Shint; and the deep, inverted. In Japan, many new faiths have finely crafted ceremonial robes based on Shint or Buddhist models, or of combined or unique design. The employment of rather simple uniform clothes for all believers during committed labour, large rallies, or acts of devotion is a prevalent aspect. The name of the religion appears prominently on the back of the garment in Tenri-ky, a religion founded in the nineteenth century by Nakayama Miki, and the central symbol namu Myh renge ky ("I devote myself to the Lotus Sutra of the wonderful law") may be displayed on a stole hanging from the left shoulder in Nichiren Buddhist movements.

Referencing:

Editors of britannica. (2012). Types of dress and vestments in Eastern religions. [Online]. britannica. Last Updated: 29 March 2012. Available at: https://www.britannica.com/topic/religious-dress/Types-of-dress-and-vestments-in-Eastern-religions [Accessed 19 September 2023].

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Alright, I’ve seen warrior nun and here are some thoughts. (spoilers) 1) Beatrice is Bae 2) Watching Mother superion’s glow up from “Harsh headmistress” to MILF was delightful 3) The costumes were fabulous. They didn’t always make sense, but boy were they fun to look at. (Lilith’s glittery blue scale eye makeup? Slay, girl) 4) it is criminal that Ava and Bea didn’t figure out their feelings before hiding out in the Alps together, because that would have been a lovely honeymoon. 5) It is CRIMINAL that Mary never came back. I mean, I’m sure the actress had better things to do season 2, but as she was the objectively best character of season 1--we were robbed, okay? Lilith, in particular, was robbed. She needed Mary back bad. Also, I see you gun-wielding black nun added in for the final battle. You aren’t Mary. We aren’t fucking fooled. Mary isn’t that easily replaceable--no scabs! 6) what the fuck was that plot, though?  6a) Adriel makes it clear that he is telepathically linked to divinium, because its his armor. we know this is true because he used it to talk to Miguel (even though he does not appear to be wearing armor in the flashback, and we see him making armor out of trask bones, so...bit fuzzy on what constitutes as “his armor” exactly) point being: why the fuck wasn’t that developed into a plot point in season 2? Why did the nuns keep using divinium weapons and wearing divinium jewelry, etc? Why wasn’t every piece of divinium (including badboy- priest’s tattoos) considered a security risk? that would have presented a super compelling limitation on our heroes...but no. disregarded completely. 6b) For an underground sect whose primary millenia-long mission was to exorcise wraith demons out of people, they did an awful lot of none-of-that when encountering countless possessed “zealots.” Hard to root for “saviors” who see possession was grounds to kick them around and stab them impressively--as opposed to, you know, saving them from trauma or damnation. while it didn’t track for the characters to actually feel that way, the writing set it up as if they did by never showing them in the process of saving anyone, even in cases where they weren’t outnumbered.  6c) If divinum is the only thing that can kill demons and you can’t use divinium anymore on account of Adriel spying on you through it--fine. Tragic cost of the high-stakes situation. It’s hard for the audience to see innocently possessed people getting beaten up, but it’s hard for the characters too. We’re all in it together.  If, however, you get to keep your divinium due to some gaping plot hole f*kin stab the f*kin demons with it! G*D! 6d) Why the hell did Reya leave without her Halo? Has she not been sending trasks after it for Millenia? Could she not have used her “vast powers” to cross the room? She could even have left Eva some divine life-support as a “thank you” compensation.