#thou and thee both mean you but thou is used when it's the subject and thee when it's the object e.g. thou give this to me

[poisonheartfrog]

"What does thine mean?" Don't worry Iskall, I don't think Ren knows what it means either

[coallise]

They're coming

Zestial is having a nice walk when he stumbles on a pregnant sinner in labor.

I pulled it from my meh section. I figured it was fun enough to share.

Life was cruel, and hell moreso. Yet there were moments Zestial was shocked at how cruel. He was taking a late night walk when he saw her. A pregnant woman who was struggling. Dirt and blood matted her white hair, her clothes torn to shreds. Yet the fire in her eyes was still burning like an inferno.

Zestial raised his cloak and then dropped it so the pair were in his apartment.

“What do- ah,” The woman clutched her stomach. 

“Is thou alright?” Zestial asked, suddenly wondering if he should have brought her to Rosie and not his apartment. The blood, however, might have set her subjects off.

“They’re coming,” she panted.

“I will fight them off.”

“No, tonto, the baby is coming,” she whimpered. Zestial froze before grabbing his phone. He called Rosie three times before she answered.

“Zestial? It's three in the morning?”

“Apologies, I have a woman in my apartment.”

“...is your love life so bad that you want to brag about it?”

“She is having a baby.”

“In your apartment?”

“Correct, what do I do?”

“Ok, first, towels, warm water and make sure there's no fabric stopping the baby from coming out, I will be there as fast as I can.”

Zestial grabbed the supplies Rosie asked for. The woman was a bit kicky when he was trying to remove her clothes. Rosie was still in her sleepwear when she finally came. She ordered Zestial around, eventually handing him a light skinned baby with a tuff of blond hair.

“Hold on, there's a second,” Rosie said, and he found himself holding a darker skinned one with a curly white tuff.

“Enchanting,” Zestial whispered, both babies snoozing on his chest as Rosie cleaned up the woman.

“Ok, Zestial, who is she and how did this happen? Last I checked, you’re a sinner, so they're not yours,” Rosie sighed.

“My name is Carmilla, he found me in an alley,” the woman said, groaning as she sat up, “I would like to hold my children.”

Zestial wasn’t paying attention to the adult girls, he was fully in love with the two on his chest. Rosie came over and plucked them off, “hey!”

“Carmilla wants to hold them, why don't you find some manners and make some food? I bet the poor girl is starving,” Rosie ordered.

“Pray tell, where do I buy formula at this hour?” Zestial asked.

“Food for US, not the babies,” Rosie sighed, “at least you know you're in good hands.”

“I still have no clue who either of you are,” Carmilla smiled at her babies.

“Well judging by his reaction, you’re going to learn who we are,” Rosie smiled at the babies, “what are their names?”

“I think I’ll name them Clara and Odette.”

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Zestial had learned a lot since Carmilla started to live with him, one of the things was when their daughters were nervous or uncomfortable. Odette showed her telltale signs of distress, like chewing on anything and everything.

“Mine dear,” Zestial said, causing the young girl to jump. They were in her lab, Zestial sitting in one of the chairs, a pot of tea and two cups out, “tell me, what ails thee?”

“Huh? Oh nothing, daddy,” Odette smiled. Zestial raised a brow, she only used ‘daddy’ when she was hiding something.

“Fear not, whatever ails thee, we can face together,” Zestial nudged the chair in front of him. Odette sighed and grabbed a paper from her desk before sitting down.

“Ok, so you know how I wanted to see what our blood types were?” Odette started, tearing the corner of the paper. Zestial nodded, “Me, Clara, and mom all have type O, you have AB.”

“And that troubles thee?” Zestial took a sip of tea.

“An AB can not, like a negative zero percent chance, produce an O baby. It means, well it means mom cheated on you,” Odette closed her eyes, only to open them when Zestial started to laugh.

“Apologies, mine dear, I was not aware thou assumed I was thine sire. Nay, thou sees, I am a sinner, and sinners can not have children of their own.” Zestial rubbed her arm before pulling her into a hug.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” all of Odette’s stress melted off. The fear of a fight and breakup becoming a distant memory.

“Never relevant, I suppose. Thou is mine daughter, blood or nay, and the same to Clara.” Zestial hummed a song, running his fingers through her hair. 

He remembered meeting Carmilla, the woman was bruised, bloody and in labor in an alleyway. He took her to his apartment where she had twins right on his floor. His plan was originally to help her get on her feet and send her off, maybe pass her over to Rosie, but one look at the two newborns and he was snared.

“Do you know who our sire is?” Odette asked.

“Nay, does it matter?” 

“No, I guess not.”

Clara came in, asking about some tests on the latest weapons when she saw them, “did you tell him?”

“Yeah, apparently he knew from the beginning and just never told us.”

[alexis-royce]

🪞,🔥, and🐍. You said the Academic was kind of bad at Glasswork, didn't you?

🔥 — Least favourite Master of the Bazaar?

The Academic and Stones do not get on well. The Academic will occasionally do espionage chores for it in The Khanate, but by now, that’s more of a duty to the group as a whole. The Academic has had a few peeks into the pasts and inner lives of its colleagues, and while Pages, Wines and Spices took it relatively well (Fires is in there too, but doesn’t know), Stones merely re-experienced its trauma.

Even if we disregard biological reasons for hoarding, each of the Masters has an emotional reason for their favorite subject. It’s pretty obvious that Stones’ aggressive hoarding is either in response to or was exacerbated by getting collected itself. It’s not a hoarder of rocks, but a hoarder “of value,” which means that if unchecked, there is no way that Stones wouldn’t simply expand its own hoard to encompass everything else. The other masters have concrete-if evil- goals and interests. But Stones seems like it's trying to get all the value and power not out of enjoyment, but so that it can pin things up where they can’t hurt it. And Stones may no longer be called the Khan of Shackles, but we know exactly what it was known for collecting in the Fourth City.

Also, Stones’ manner of speech: its penchant for antiquated personal pronouns (thee, thou, etc) isn’t just a writing quirk to make Stones sound different, but means that The Academic can tell exactly when Stones means to talk down to them. Wines might use the Royal “We,” but it desperately craves jocular companionship. Pages might make up words to sound smart, but it does honestly want others to use them too. Stones uses language as yet another barricade. That’s a personal pet peeve of The Academic’s.

The Academic is also not a fan of Eaten. They turned away from the name when they realized that they actually could win the Marvellous. To seekers, mourning Eaten is all-encompassing. The Academic doesn’t know the whole story, but whoever Candles was is gone now. Seeking is an inadequate way of balancing the scales. And for their money, if you want to find meaning in nothing, The Discordance is a magnificent and rich expanse of the beauty of meaningful nothing. Seeking is a study closing your eyes very tightly and ignoring beauty.

(Note: If you point out that Stones might have collected living humans, but Pages uh. Pages has some. Uh. You know. Bodies? You’d think that Happles would be the one to but we all know Happles just eats them. Anyway. If you point that out then The Academic will agree with you that Pages is an unforgivable monster but you’ll still see them a day later, humming merrily pushing a wheelbarrel full of proscribed material, even though their Connected: The Masters is maxed out)

🐍 — Snakes or cats?

Neither. Much better to keep playing both sides against one another. If they’re distracted at home, then they have less time to fuss about in Real business in London.

🪞 — Do they enjoy being in Parabola? Why or why not?

Parabola’s a necessary evil, and while there are interesting things to find, the Academic would tell you that directly interfering with the dreams of others is the greatest cheat of all: if we bypass a man’s conscious mind, we bypass rational discussion.

This is of course utter hogwash; The Academic’s real argument is “I don’t want these grapes anyway, they’re sour.” They barely made it through the parabola section of Heart’s Desire, and the whole place is quite a lot of nonsense to them. It’s like this tumblr post:

Also if word about Parabola got out, it could be a serious business competitor to the railroad. If there’s ever an exceptional story about someone trying to use parabolan mirror-jaunts as a fast mode of travel, expect the academic to shut that down immediately and with nasty, extreme prejudice.

[shakesqueers13]

Do you think there is any possible heterosexual explanation for Aufidius’s lines in Act IV, scene V of Coriolanus?

Coriolanus, IV.v.112-139:

O Martius, Martius,

Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart

A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter

Should from yond cloud speak divine things

And say ’tis true, I’d not believe them more

Than thee, all-noble Martius. Let me twine

Mine arms about that body, whereagainst

My grainèd ash an hundred times hath broke

And scarred the moon with splinters.

⌜They embrace.⌝

Here I clip

The anvil of my sword and do contest

As hotly and as nobly with thy love

As ever in ambitious strength I did

Contend against thy valor. Know thou first,

I loved the maid I married; never man

Sighed truer breath. But that I see thee here,

Thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart

Than when I first my wedded mistress saw

Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars, I tell thee

We have a power on foot, and I had purpose

Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn

Or lose mine arm for ’t. Thou hast beat me out

Twelve several times, and I have nightly since

Dreamt of encounters ’twixt thyself and me;

We have been down together in my sleep,

Unbuckling helms, fisting each other’s throat,

And waked half dead with nothing.

Hi!

Short answer: No, I do not think there is.

Long answer:

There are a ton of great scholarly papers and articles about the queer subtext (I mean, it's not really subtext, it's so overt, but I'll use the term anyway) in Coriolanus. I'll link some below so you can check them out if you're interested! But when Shakespeare writes about real people (Coriolanus isn't technically a history because Shakespearean histories must focus on the English crown, but you know what I mean) he tends to focus on emotions rather than historical events. Since at the time of him doing these productions, most people would've known the history he was recounting, his aim is not simply to tell the story, but to tell it in a way that is both emotionally impactful and narratively compelling.

We see this in Julius Caesar as well; Shakespeare takes a well known historical story and makes it into something really human and beautiful.

Along with humanizing the characters, Shakespeare's use of homoerotic subtext in this play also drives the plot forward. If the characters don't want to be with each other, the story doesn't really work. And in this case, as is the case with many gay Shakespeare pairs, it may be attributable to misogyny. Shakespeare would not have been able to, and may not have even considered the fact that he could, write a female character that moves the plot forward in the way Aufidius does. This is often the case. In Caesar, Brutus confides in Cassius because he cannot talk to Portia; in Hamlet, Horatio serves the role of a partner and confidant because Ophelia cannot. Of course, Shakespeare has some fantastic female characters, but that's not the point here. The point is that if Shakespeare wanted to write an equal partnership free from the constraints of society's expectations for women, he had to write two men. But just as he couldn't write female characters to be right-hand-men, so to speak, he couldn't write male characters to be other male character's lovers, so it's a very fine line. Which is why we get so, so much subtext.

Also, this is set in Rome so there's a bit of distance between Shakespeare and the subject matter; it isn't as familiar as a story set in the midst of England.

When analyzing classic literature for gay subtext, or any other kind of subtext, especially anti-establishment/anti-government or anti-religion messages, one of my biggest recommendations would be to start by noticing how the author has distanced themselves from the work. Oftentimes authors will tell stories that express their personal beliefs through many layers of distance so they can't be implicated. If they were flagged by censors for including forbidden messages, they would be able to craft a defense by claiming that the story didn't represent their personal beliefs. In this case, Shakespeare might've claimed that it was just Roman culture he was depicting, and that it didn't represent his personal beliefs.

The essay I'll link below has a really great breakdown of this speech and you should definitely check it out if you're interested in reading more and breaking this scene down line by line. I would do it myself, but I feel like this essay does a wonderful job and I don't want to just rehash everything it says and take credit. So take a look!

Thanks for the ask :) !! Feel free to comment if you want to discuss further!

[s0nia246]

This is really long. Longer then I thought it would be. For some reason I wrote this like a movie script. Like this going to turn into a Shrek movie XD. Anyway hope you enjoy.

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A light shines down on a storybook, lying face up on a table in a room of some sort, the candlelight reflecting off the pages. The pages are covered in symbols in an unknown language that can only be read by touch, the pages were old and worn but there was some sense of beauty to the book.

Y/N: "Once upon a-Opps! " 

The page on the book is quickly lifted from its resting place by a magical hand,  looking around frantically until they spot the correct page.

Y/N: "How stupid...."  

 You mutter to yourself before picking it up again.

Y/N: "Once upon a time, many centuries ago, when The Land of  Oz was ruled by a Wicked king, he ruled his land with cruelty and brutality. Glinda the Good was a good witch, caring for everyone's needs, her love and kindness were appreciated by many.  Not wanting to see the people of Oz suffer under the cruel reign of the Wicked King, Glinda came up with a plan to save the people of Oz from their miserable existence as the wicked ruler's servants. 

Glinda placed the Forbidden Fountain on the grounds where the Royal Palace of Oz The Wicked King and all his subjects drank of it, and afterward grew wise together. The Wicked King realized his mistakes and tried to fix his mistakes, but alas, his greed had gotten him so far into his mistakes, he couldn't bring himself to change anything. With great reluctance and regret, he decided that he would resign the throne to Glinda."

While reading the story ingredients as each magical word is read out loud and the spell cast, you notice something strange. There were several spells used at one point, yet none of them seem like they have been written in a long time. The writing on the pages has faded over time, making it hard to see certain words or phrases. A single sentence catches your eye, it reads: "The fountain will not last forever.  It is now empty. I wish it was never created. The Wizard will return."

Y/N: "Well, that seems...interesting... but that's not important now. I wonder what familiar I'll get. I hope it's a unicorn. No a dragon! Or maybe both, they're cute..."

 You start giggling to yourself at how silly this all sounds but you continue anyway, because the more you think about what your familiar could potentially look like, the more excited you become. 

You gather all the ingredients needed to complete the spell together and then begin casting it. You take the paper from the book and start chanting softly, the spell is simple. 

Y/N:" I bind thee to me and make thee mine ally for my fight against The Wicked.  Though thou mayest hate me, if we part we shall always be true comrades."

 The fireplace behind you bursts into flame, and the cauldron in front of you fills with bubbling black goo.

Y/N:" That's not how-"

Before you can finish speaking, the cauldron explodes, and the smoke coming out of it turns solid and forms a man.

Y/N: "Not again..." You sigh heavily. "Not even a dragon?!"

Prince Charming: "Where am I ?" His eyes darted back and forth wildly, trying to take in everything in the room. 

Y/N: "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean-...Wait?" You cut your apology short and stare at him. 

Y/N: "No way..." You whispered and moved closer to Prince Charming. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you stare deep into his eyes, trying to find some kind of answer. "Prince Charming?"

Prince Charming: "Unhand me!" He snaps and tries to free himself from the cauldron he was trapped in. 

Y/N: "Yep, you're definitely him but...I don't understand...where's all the magical energy coming from.

Y/N: "No way..." You whispered and moved closer to Prince Charming. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you stare deep into his eyes, trying to find some kind of answer. "Prince Charming?"

Prince Charming: "Unhand me!" He snaps and tries to free himself from the cauldron he was trapped in. 

Y/N: "Yep, you're definitely him but...I don't understand...where's all the magical energy coming from..." You mumbled as you continued to stare at Prince Charming with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, unable to believe it was happening right before you.

Prince Charming: "Unhand your King!" Charming yells at you.

Y/N: "Uhh...King? I don't think you married Princess Fiona.  She married that Ogre.  " You point out.

Prince Charming: "She didn't marry me.  She married that Ogre.  Now please, Let. Me. Out!"  Charming tries to push Y/N away but to no avail.

Y/N: "I'll let you out when you explain why you'll still be in Far, Far Away," you chuckle softly. 

Prince Charming:" I don't need to explain anything! The only thing that matters, is getting me out of this cursed cauldron and back to my kingdom.  Now  Unhand me." Prince Charming said again more sternly.

You hummed quietly, thinking hard while still holding onto Prince Charming. After a few seconds, you let go of his face and move back, a small smile on your face. You look around the room for your staff. The staff was made out of wood, and on the top was a white crescent moon piece with a chain of a boy fishing on the end with leaves attached to its sides.  On the bottom was a broom brush in case a witch ever needed to fly, you always had a few in case of emergencies. You walked back to Charming and placed your hand on Charming's forehead.

Y/N: "To get you home you must allow me to see the last location that you were in." You started and began to tap Charming's forehead with your finger.  

Prince Charming: "Fine. Just  hurry up and get me out already." Charming snapped again, still frustrated about being stuck.

 place one of your hands on top of Charming's temples.

Y/N: "Now let's see.."

The magic begins to swirl up and around the staff. Charming squints his eyes from the intense light radiating off your staff and begins to feel uncomfortable due to how bright it is.

Prince Charming: "Hey!" He yelled. Trying his best not to shout.

Y/N: "Oh!" 

The magic from the staff turned into a projector screen with images of the stage, with curtains, props and costumes, villains, and an Ogre. Charming's jaw dropped and Y/N couldn't help himself. You burst into laughter.

Y/N: "So that's why you didn't want to tell me."

Prince Charming: "What are you talking about, peasant? This is nothing compared to what I have been through! How could this be funny?"

Y/N: "You're hilarious when you're mad, your grace." You replied sarcastically.

Prince Charming: "Excuse me?! Do you know who you are addressing, peasant?!"

Y/N:" Yes I do. Some who's wanted for Treason and Conspiracy Against Her Majesty."

Prince Charming: "Treason! Why on Earth would you even consider that?!"

Y/N: "You're the Evil King of Far, Far Away."

Prince Charming: "...You're insane."

Y/N: "Not according to my staff, Your royal highness. You snitched on yourself" You snickered."But enough about me. I should probably get home. I wonder what my reward will be for turning into a criminal. "

Prince Charming:" Wait! Turn me in?"

Y/N: "Yes Your Royal Highness." You smile at him. You turn around and place both of your hands on Charming's shoulders.

Y/N: "Don't worry. I heard jail isn't that bad. It's better than the death penalty ."

Prince Charming: "Death?!" Charming gasped loudly, feeling panic rise inside of him. "Wait for a second! H-How about we make a deal?"

Y/N: "I'm glad you brought it up.  You felt the magic from the spell from earlier right? That's all from you. Here's my deal: Become my familiar, and I'll protect you, and won't turn you in."

Prince Charming: "What?!  That is absolutely unacceptable! Never!"

Y/N: "So you'd rather go to jail or die than stay by my side?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.

Charming: "I don't like the idea of dying."

Y/N: "Then do we have a deal?"

Charming thought long and hard.   Eventually, after a few minutes, he sighed defeated.

Prince Charming: "I suppose if you're willing to give me a chance, I'll agree with you."

Y/N: "Excellent! "

 You tap your staff on the floor and it ejects Charming from the cauldron. He lands in a pile next to the cauldron and slowly lifts himself up.

Y/N: "Now follow me, your highness."

Charming groaned as he got up, but followed you anyway. He was confused,  confused, and just confused. Why was some witch helping him? Was it just an act?  No, you seemed too genuine. There was something off about you, there was something he couldn't figure out. But at least he was safe...right?  Right?

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Again. I hope you like it and thank you for reading my crack story idea. Happy New Year's Everyone!

Also here's part 2 if you want to read it.

[autumnslance]

Hi! I always find your answers to writing questions enlightening, so I hope you can help me as well. I'm working on my first FFXIV fic, but English isn't my first language and I find staying true to canon characters speech pattern difficult (it's not really the English I'm used to) and I'm completely frightened by when I'll have to write Urianger. Do you have any resources or advice for that? Sorry for the weird question and thank you in advance ❤️

The language in FFXIV, in EN and as far as I know JP, is using a slightly archaic mode of speech that is even difficult for native speakers sometimes. So it's easy to feel confused and intimidated by it! Words like gaol, chirugeon, corse, swiving, and so on are are all real words that have fallen out of common use. The etymology of "gun" in the lore mirrors that of the real world (related to a queen's name). Even the Thieves Cant used by Limsa's Rogues Guild is based in reality (with some substitutions made), and can be looked up. The writers and translators are, funnily enough, language nerds. The names of various things/groups/etc usually actually mean something and aren't just made up entirely.

In universe, the reason EN Urianger talks in a version of Modern English (other translations of Urianger apparently don't go quite so archaic) is due of his childhood tendencies to self-isolate and read older books, adopting those speech patterns cuz he's a quirky nerd. Loiusoix gave that explanation in 1.x, and it's reiterated in Urianger's lorebook entry.

(Modern English starts in the late 14th century and early versions are recognizable if difficult to parse, versus Middle or Old English which are incomprehensible without study.)

Reading (or watching/listening) to Shakespearian English is a good way to get more used to Urianger's speech. Also they really are fun plays and poems; they were written for everyone to enjoy as popular entertainment, and are full of jokes and goofiness, even many of the tragedies. People think they're stuffy highbrow (they're not), and the cultural/social contexts are missing in a lot of cases anymore (the "William Shakespeare" tag on my main blog has more of that).

Writers off the top of my head to subscribe to who ship with the fortune-teller so write him often are @gunbun and @beetlebrownleaf; they've got his speech patterns and mannerisms pretty well down.

Here are some posts in my "language" tag (which I also often tag with Urianger and Midgardsormr, as he and some of the First Brood also speak a bit archaic):

Archaic Words - a short list of archaic words and their meanings.

Urianger Language Infographic - one fun way to try to learn the thy/thou/thee.

How To Thou/Thee/Thy/Thine/Ye Chart - what is says on the tin. Another handy method that may work for folks.

More Infographs - more silly pics explaining those pesky pronouns.

Discussion Thread on Modern English - random info thread from Tumblr users.

Urianger Discuss Thread - beetlebrownleaf and gunbun discussing Urianger-speak and some off-Tumblr resources they use when writing our favorite nerd.

One thing to remember about Modern/Shakespearian/Elizabethan English is "thee/thou/thy/thine" were actually informal, while "you" was formal. Like how some languages now have informal "you" versus formal "you." "Tu" versus "vous" in French, "tú" versus "usted" in Spanish, etc. And then we get into the plurals, and so on.

Which means Ye (subject)/You (object)/Your get used as both Plural and Formal.

Thou is Singular You as the Subject. Thee is Singular You as the Object. Thy is used for words starting with Consonants. Thine is used for words starting with Vowels ("H" counts).

If using "Thine", then that's when you'd use "Mine"; one of the links gives the example of "thine eyes" versus "mine eyes."

Doth = Does In fact, -eth and -th verb endings? It's just -es and -s endings.

Second person changes this up and we end up with "thou dost", "thou willt", "thou shallt".

"Ye" is actually not used for "The." That comes from an old letter no longer used in English, þ ("thorn"), that used to be the "th" sound, and as the letter fell out of use--especially in early printing--the letter "y" was substituted as a close visual equivalent but still pronounced "th". Which is why we have all those RenFaire signs.

There's more, so please check the links (especially gunbun's offsite resources) as of course there are irregular conjugations and exceptions and substitutions and special circumstances...but honestly for fanfic, just having "you" and basic verb conjugation sorted goes a long way to getting the correct "feel" of Urianger's EN speech.

In the end though: don't actually be intimidated by the language in FFXIV when it comes to writing fanfiction. Getting the NPCs to act and think in character regardless of language use is more important if aiming for authenticity. You can do your best with making the language sound close to the game's writing (avoid modern slang you don't see in game, for instance), but it's fanfic. Don't sweat it, ignore the grousing of your word doc's grammar check as needed, and it'll come easier in time with practice.

[talenlee]

KJV Supremacy And Antisemitism

KJV Supremacy And Antisemitism

If you ask an American Christian (in this case used to refer to the type of Christianity, not the type of American) about the conception of ‘Christianity’ you will usually see a definition of Christianity that is unconsciously structured around a set of concentric circles, where each layer in you progress, the more and more legitimately Christian the remainder is, depending on what the current threat is. If you’re looking at things where there being lots of Christians is a good thing, ‘Christian’ includes everyone who even says ‘god damn’ at some point, even if the last time they went to church was inhaling near a parson on the train. If it’s important to exclude people (because of, say, their disagreement with you on whether or not gay people should be burned alive), then suddenly, the mindset wants to pull back, across different boundaries of ‘really’ Christian.

Some of these boundaries are obvious and some of them are less obvious. People who never attend church, they’re not really Christian, even if they claim to be. People who attend church very rarely, they’re less Christian, but they are in a different layer to the first group. And you can go further and further into the layers of this horrible onion and find really specific nitpicky things that legitimise the American Christianity of a person, you’re going to find one particular boundary that’s been set up is about choice of Biblical translation. What’s more, amazingly, the translation that seems to centralise this mindset the most, and one of those dog-whistles that shows you’re dealing with the Shithead Brigade is a deference and reverence reserved for one, particular, correct translation of the Bible: The King James Version.

Man, America loves its kings.

The King James Version of the Bible was first put together in the early 1600s, and for the time, there’s a lot of conservative writing. The idea was to make it so that the Bible, when read aloud in public, would convey a proper tone of seriousness and importance, which meant that even for the day its grammar and word choice was pretty pompous. It’s that particular Biblical Speak which is only really grammatically coherent for a period just before the King James Bible was written, and it’s where you get a lot of thees and thous and evereth they dideth the thingeth.

It’s also a translation with a lot of problems!

One particular problem is that it flattens out some terms. This can happen in any translation naturally; for example, when we translate Magic: The Gathering cards to Japanese, while we in English have a bunch of different terms for different, specific types of undead like zombie, skeleton, ghost, spirit, wight, ghoul and ghast, these terms are all kind of just covered by a single word in Japan, which created some challenges in translating these card names meaningfully in other languages. That’s okay, translation is an art, not a science, but you can see a lot about what people do and don’t translate.

Sometimes this is about one language being more specific than another; in the Bible’s base text, there are about fifteen different words that the KJV translates into English as ‘Prince.’ More damningly, there’s one word that gets translated as ‘servant’ when one type of person has them, and translated as ‘slave’ when another type of person has them, which is pretty explicitly an ideological choice. This serves to obscure the role of slavery in the Biblical text, and also, tends to ambiguate the way that slavery works. Another fun one is that Hades and Gehenna, two different ideas in the original text, are invoked, they both get translated in the KJV as ‘Hell,’ a subject on which the Bible is normally pretty sparse.

Fact is, Biblical translation is hard. There are words in the Bible that appear in no other text, anywhere, and whose meaning we have to kind of guess at. Sometimes that guess is easy, sometimes the guess is a bit broader. I’ve talked about Shamgar, Son of Anath, a folk hero who murdered a bunch of people with a ?????. The typical translation of that ????? is ‘ox goad,’ but we have a term for an ox goad, and it’s not that term.

These are known as hapax legomenon, which is also a great name for a military rank that’s meant to look like some kind of cube-shaped chicken. There are a lot of these in ancient texts, and when you translate them, there’s different ways to handle that. None of these methods, though, can convey to you what the original text meant – and in English, we don’t have a meaningful literary way to convey ‘untranslated,’ or ‘untranslatable.’ It’s funny, it’s a byproduct of our position in the world, this supremacy we’re used to that there’s an implied relationship to other languages that you shouldn’t have to see untranslated words, that you should be able to convey everything in English alone.

But that’s general translation problems. Because these American Christian mindsets that anyone using a non-KJV translation are ultimately, as with almost every time I talk about this fundie stuff, conspiracy theorists. The idea runs that any translation after the KJV is corrupted, because it changes God’s word. How do you know it changes God’s word? Because it’s not the KJV. But, you might try to futilely argue, the KJV is just a translation, it’s not the core text. But, but the response comes, if there’s a difference between the translations that implies the KJV is wrong, and that can’t be the case.

Some of these folk commit to the next step, which is to say that the King James Version of the Bible is divinely inspired. This perspective is ridiculous if you’re outside of the space, but you gotta remember, this is a community that leaps to magic really quickly to explain things. But some don’t, and the lack of willingness to commit to that is tied to instead trying to demonstrate some scholarship that undermines other, later translations.

Funnily enough they very rarely point out those problems I underscore – you know, the way that some translation is impossible. Instead, it’s much more likely to pick around specific points of doctrine that the KJV kinda enforces (there’s a whole argument about the positioning of a comma representing the trinity) and therefore, the lack of those specific points mean the new texts are an attempt to lure Christians away from true things and undermine these important doctrines (that can be undermined by the moving of a comma).

But okay.

So why.

Why did the Bible only get perfected when it was translated into English, and why is it every subsequent translation is in fact an evil permutation enforced by Roman Catholics or liberal Protestants, depending on who you ask. Who benefits from this, you ask.

And then they take a deep breath and whisper the Jewwwwwwwwws–

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[jeremiah-33-3]

Psalm 62:11 God hath spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongeth unto God.

Matthew 28:18 And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.

Psalm 147:5 Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.147:6 The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.

Jeremiah 32:17 Ah Lord GOD! behold, thou hast made the heaven and the earth by thy great power and stretched out arm, and there is nothing too hard for thee:

Ephesians 1:19 And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power,1:20 Which he wrought in Christ, when he raised him from the dead, and set him at his own right hand in the heavenly places,1:21 Far above all principality, and power, and might, and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this world, but also in that which is to come:

Isaiah 40:25 To whom then will ye liken me, or shall I be equal? saith the Holy One.40:26 Lift up your eyes on high, and behold who hath created these things, that bringeth out their host by number: he calleth them all by names by the greatness of his might, for that he is strong in power; not one faileth.

1 Chronicles 29:11 Thine, O LORD is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all.29:12 Both riches and honour come of thee, and thou reignest over all; and in thine hand is power and might; and in thine hand it is to make great, (and to give strength unto all).

Luke 10:17 And the seventy returned again with joy, saying, Lord, even the devils are subject unto us through thy name.10:18 And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven.10:19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.10:20 Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.

Nahum 1:3 The LORD is slow to anger, and great in power, and will not at all acquit the wicked: the LORD hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet.1:4 He rebuketh the sea, and maketh it dry, and drieth up all the rivers: Bashan languisheth, and Carmel, and the flower of Lebanon languisheth.1:5 The mountains quake at him, and the hills melt, and the earth is burned at his presence, yea, the world, and all that dwell therein.1:6 Who can stand before his indignation? and who can abide in the fierceness of his anger? his fury is poured out like fire, and the rocks are thrown down by him.1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.

Romans 8:31 What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?

Deutoromy 32:39 See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand.32:40 For I lift up my hand to heaven, and say, I live for ever.32:41 If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me.32:42 I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh; and that with the blood of the slain and of the captives, from the beginning of revenges upon the enemy.32:43 Rejoice, O ye nations, with his people: for he will avenge the blood of his servants, and will render vengeance to his adversaries, and will be merciful unto his land, and to his people.

[libidomechanica]

Of the perfect best to thee

A sonnet sequence

               1

Of the perfect best to thee. Now dance weakens his bonds, is too dependent on whether shall glimmer’d, and various hues, as the women: I gave a double name for days of light. And things win; and heated hot with resolutions, and pity no more than was good appetite to pleased. Or when I say a thing of the sun, and in worry vaguely life behind? Some speak: arise, and touch, the brands were in the three lone weirs, the strength of al, of Oliue braunches, with figured it weighed enough to higher third, to ask if he had nae will brethren their full meed of Atlas tyrd, your idiot boy!

               2

Czar; and gentle maid! Oh Sir! Bright to give thyself bring an air to breathing of the street breaks hither than an enormous room with evermore; but half conceal the custom. Door, she prayeth she. I could be Spring. We lent him. Once I met; nor harp in divers smoked superb pipes the cold and was brought the life in many a squadron flies, you tell us true. Horse by a black doth moue. Would lie down with summer moons? Going interesting beast of North prevents precocious crimes dropped upon.—Thus answer from the graceful guise; and both the wicket of the metamorphosis in view: our soft piteous news so much used to see. ’ As subject to re-teach from hidden shame into the waterfall, which had been an hour at the Shadow steals, as also much of act at human haunt, and still and princess—why not make his judgment’s store, which a man in the first. So wise a dream, and what have no fear!

               3

To sing a doubtful shore, the moon shines: and I, betwixt us and didna joy blink in surprise, what ails the coast. Whether than my harp would have told, for she hies to and fro, while I live and let the moon that he though our long whitenesse with honest faith: we cannot guess. The fool ourselves, so far apart the Poet’s Mind the cincture from my proper spheres all the dark graves, allies, kings, and no more than foreign court, his lady- sister where the knee might I hear a windy grove, in solemn ghost, he who must be quiet shore, the deep Bosphorus, as the pony moves, and bright to dream my dress?

               4

Look not the care, the end? The things left for human cattle huddled on thy glimmers to the eye could not from paining. The power to gaze with thee. And dare we first, but burst empty hands are oaths of wheat, the men, the wrong, and world-wide fluctuate all alone, to where the vague feared she reviving Roman soul desponds beneath us ran, the women gather’d’ as subject to read what to form legs. Cage, the graue conceits your siluer song. To fail from people say. When rosy plumelets tuft the leg. Till over down and shy; and think, the roaring water- fall short naps. Because I muse alone.

               5

His heavy-folded in curious; t will I sing of the gasping brother’s hallow’d ground. Flaps awkwardly, no hideous crimes dropped upon. Acquaintance for peace, and to them, and flood a kindlier hand, and reason, shame, this gracious sympathy, and thou hast lost, he travels on fire, or is the last as one with books to lose his eyes the lesser faith is fixt and carried to the Waters fall’n asleep, gentlemen, by dint of love, art reason why I seem to take his beams, in lucent would chant the door: I linger out a soul of noble heart was circular anywhere; he length preserved.

               6

Is comrade, what wad make us men. Again she said: and ah! They, sunlike, should fall. Commence with their breaking low, pointed the ground his own; and, us to the woods decay and night-birds all the babbling its own backyard like a deceives? And sometimes from the maid, ever rest; that Plato I read of her whom she looked at heart that we may stand circum-crost by the seamew pipes, or are moved the desert wondering eyes are bought to stammer some crystalline; since first learne spell. Oh Doctor nor his horse’s tail, refashionable to absorb her tail, and passionate fire. And only then.

               7

For dogs, or to be she, the word Miltonic mean sublime, he double tides the garb which wandering crept upon the night long streak of snow, now burgeons every situation sway’d in versed, who takes now must pray, ere yet they began to blush through this odd travelling trim; how quietly her Johnny’s wit and doleful air; I sang all things of the Earth if you hear’st the same loving halloo! Like to the tree lived, he in English fields, here and think, that are ever drank the quiet sense of duty, sometimes having the mother has opprest one, I wish to God I never knew the Doctor; you’ve bought.

               8

His mind o’er the worketh a spell, who lights on along the mind, embraced among the charm if any care for my pupil pen, neither pass beyond the cowslips grew, and no more and complain and the fruit dost beautiful lady tall are pacing on the whole; which now seem woe, compare with whites and eye; dear as old: but that’s feet. A fourth spouse of Potiphar, the Lady of a faith. And thought; and mine: yet less the latest breath, what kind of foolish noise, which in thy breathed away; from his boys, whose fair hair’d shadow of a higher race, all, all upon the casement shews, his paper to repay.

               9

Who must be believe no more as his harshly will you they my troubled hands have heard a shot—’t was of old, ring in the nobler ends. To where the King’ or Regent, which brought of thee with April shoure, so stremes employ thy spirit meet, and look upon him, giving had him say, that not be a Greek; those their steeds with song. Let me tell betweene, and while it stood admiring, and honey wild, and with no ascetic gloom; and rarest mission richly clad as she had nae will bring him for these enfold is given aside about his earth: judge, the bridge, the daily vexes household ways, where heart.

               10

Of social art of the devil got we in? And slowly as her doves, adding, tho’ thrice as large eyes have made her kennel, the comic touched her; and some Hercules to track whereon with pain and will be dim, with a passion anywhere, nor follow, what cannot move, and all that made wise; yet how their parks some of him? I cannot but deplore: seekes former in at last! And take care of trust, forget to say. The doctor from Saint Bartholomew we have been, or been known to a table she will not, when he heart that strife; ring out, wild bells, across, join with potent spell. And the sold his God.

               11

And laughs aloud, without hardly can sustaining in all its reason is, that I was, they came to languish moist and fail, as if she supposed that jasper morning and more sad, more Foole for no more sure than descended follow when Fate puts from the tryste, he danc’d wi’ Jeanie on the cabin- window brighten like two incubi, they can’t—if spared, the wrist; stare, stands, she lay, he burnt vn’wares his lady dead: these braue gleames did she turned out a purple-frosty rime, to comfort poor old Susan lay deep kindness, or made them for a day. It did, my thoughts moved thee of white am witless.

               12

Cut off Juan’s virtue, every other and mothers to thee the mood of onward, first Sun arose the folded gloom, haughty, thou, could not match a common grief, then cut short naps. And hear the walls blackened about; then will that I live a contradiction only words, tho’ faith and right as you transfuse thy broad water of song shall feel them. Such as lurks in some small iron door, t was his gust is greeing, and reaches forth and felt my blood glow with strange do thee thou art, and my milk with the Sunne, nor coin my song, where he stopp’d with death, whereas blacke, like the sea, the weal of bells again-her arms she bought.

               13

Not solely, and mingled in tooth and spread, fair-set vine, and breadths of death issue as frail! The all-assuming months, revolutions, most no graver than a schoolboys’ barring gainst my selfe my self-love to make me clean again; his lips imperial halls, or opening unattended, that manly majesty was that I mean take a noble heart’s working in redress; whereby I know not why. A million of the people’s hope, I will not seen, they’d understand; even Petrarch’s self with the mind, he reads th’hill’s shadow on this but a bad grace, to those two have lived, he in the might start back.

               14

So he beguiled, or death-bed over the morning for the course we gained the furrow musing star! I tighten slowly altering thro’ nature we are not see till all my good I doe take my own skirts the matter- moulded forms which had him borne in Greece, of late fled to mark of pain may bind a book, found and are dext’rous; some by experience, other shepherds pipe retires, yet hath some for a row. And year by year the power to be consumes: I wither slowly as her love her? When midway on the breezes blew reveillée to the petal statement I am pitiful in my heart.

               15

Ah! Contemplate all the setting time of night; ring in the world of delight? For me, look into thee; fruits of a strength and grin at a brother, what can be replaced me under-lying dead, which we two were will smile at the snow before; oh dear, I’ll die: behind a purple get, each her will it lessen from friend and Sister of height of learning for that some nodded to the haunt the moor, and balmy drops in him wait, susan! Calm is present state? Stretch attaining, like Paul with posterity arise like candle. Which else were near his new, commence with his part, and hope, my joy! ’Er can die!

               16

Pray, ’ replied; thou pratest here sole in the winds that is, and whither overhead begins again, and on his heart, how far we should we walk’d besides the last the sliding keel, till onward drags a labour lie. Muffled lattices, and tease her head, and the glooming wave; and he knew it was always, and see’st the blind my brother: the little lily-handed on the night, nor night; ring out upon her face. Each villa on the aid of thy cheek beginnings of the sweet consent, and while though I have not thou to death: the Mayfly is torn by morn; now seldom come I, since dawn whatever stirs; ah!

               17

Her gentle sports in thee in such as they are but brings no more, a kind of mine may live in twain her sweet: eternal landscape of envoys, who can always visions of the precept to sentence, wonder by Nature much too quiet bass, a flute kept not from the quaking back, Elsa holds her best delight, she might ail the blind my Nostrils Eyes&Ears didst closed at sunset, which weep a loss for ever: then forgotten except in prisoner’s plate …. Is not one lonely should sell flesh, or any lengthens out his elbow a mere spectres of ice are them all your measuring o’er the schoolboys’ barring out the history of unkissed kisses balmier than they reach’d them all your best, our guests dozed on, dribbling its newness and best, as fast as oars could cavil; yet, something loses in liquid lines mellifluously be stopp’d, and look for reason will try, fair maidens of the flower again, and thro’.

               18

For his blame, with Gelliflowres: bring in the dead lake that censures favour’d hed, milke hands that beech will guides, meanewhile to chlorophyll, and moves him more. To clear’d her gilded boat, embark’d him in his isolation to me, that day could I give my grave: my old affection, no motions of relish sweet, the Sunne, Prithee why so pale you pour tea with you, drink rich when I told here, he cries, thou canst thou! ’ And there heart! And her eye in passing how they glared as Baba with gyfts to wit, fearless, because in which weep a loss for ever! To me my Julia lately take much half an honour!

               19

They rest, and of shiver’d lance that spurs an imitative woe, which makes all with holy feet have the pleasant shout, halloo! Better and modest eyes divine affection unto the musk carnation feed with still’d the moon had settled end, that then? Into yon hard crescent prime? Than some side dishes back’d, form’d rather forward counterfeit: so should poison’d, tis better companions the soil, left my after-rest while it stood admiring, where I was poor, would Pope have spoken the Lady of the East, far-folded gloom, thy sire and Ioues strangeness as was Mary’s Queen by chroniclers so complete.

               20

The truth and newer purple fritillaries the pictures, still now, and kiss her. On thy face, and o’er against the two could have been tending: she now conceits your shadows, and encroaching saw the dim curls kindle hope, once a man; I love my father hands have also seen some side I went away. Retired, while scarce forbears, for anything; I can but little while don Juan, who for an infants at a smile, and things round her; and shy and pipkins are many, lives in woe and was that glad year by year the hot cornfield of Sir Ralph from his travelling tears, to be they knead two virtuous action.

               21

Ring out their tears were sending on him eyes were closed me like wealth is gather in these have come there, but led them fit for they all are maiden limbs, stiffen’d to some loss of the story scarcely darest tool that detail; so, luckily for both or none is done, how turn thee from you, that we may ascertain stews, and rage, the board, and have beat so long ages of thee when we saw not, when might tell what Johnny’s wit and Johnny, never saw one, whate’er is Born of thorns to give thyself bring than a mile, more loud than crown’d the pulses dancing with thine? And nurse; and how to be forgive, if I strove to expiate or saying I’m so melancholy, and him, as he spake: o Elenor, weak woman, fillèd with dew, and he will crush the fall forget thee, arrive at last! A potent voice believers, but with a smile, and I own, and holds the ground. Cold in the hills I sail to seek thee with him.

               22

When the extremely stricturesque of matter to have knows not mine’ or thine that with a world of ours is there’s neither Doctor he has crossing to note the sun as if she move unquiet heart in her mild made answered—Woe is me! He stood still can be, and goodwill, to all mankind, while he is mixed: the wild oat not one the same. ’ They must, each muscle and with it, every spirit does see two perfect ceremony ended. Who trusted to Juan to approaching giaour, which you women gather’d ere your voice than I’m able. The mystified, as if she ran, and sickness, Evil haunts of night.

               23

He told me, for the unsteady ground.—Maidens gather in its louder parted, you, whose turn it was circular anywhere; his empire also risk’d her, she lifts that are wed, and tuned it vnto the hem of her head, sleep, gentle darkness, but to change them like their God adore: then I’m wishing blessings crost, which Betty from her hair in loveliness of ours is but the vast, ere he sits vpon the mournful rhymes, but those that eye forest. Joys in any gale, nor feed with headlong for a flying rain on the bride; she fears the inviting time our first net which it could be confined, one arm had on a bandage rather more? The eunuch enter’d, Baba paused: the street, blossoms red and looks how quiet and shy and poker-faced the grasp of fellows—true—but poets tell, some reason is, that great cost, and how my life, although rather in its miserable Knight! Both for evermore too great?

               24

Are filled with vain desires, lest I strive, more red; or said—can this secret sweet comes, adoring crew; tis on the full-grown as yet are abroad: tis true, what thou lov’st thou! The life is the dove to sink to call my care? Painless yearning towers? Have no ruth for another to feel thee assay with thee is love to fail in any mother, thinke, my dear lord, all ghastly death! Lanes they in skin of Phoenix-Stellas beames infusing all the spiritual of that myself in bed I lie here and the Christ that beauty such vnsuted speech is dumb. Speakers whine, and thy lovely lady, Christian queen.

               25

And now she’s high-prompting: not a few hours of speech we two communion with the great mind and waft him but the new-bought us throughout and hall, and Ermines white bliss, a few sad tears the intelligences at a smile, and the crowning flies, you never to have leavest here we come to heaven that I was crammed with the shores and off thou art gone and pilaus, things whereon with pretty ruth upon the portal sympathy with the rolling from a prisoner’s plate …. Fast, lest wandering water-gnats, we trace itself in Stellas eyes, like him this message falls, the glasse, or hers whom nakd the Tree!

               26

There I my offerings tidings—he hope of light in lightsome wild bells again, and these slope thro’ heaven’s Angels used to heart, wide as a single ballad from Gulbeyaz’ eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, you say, but wonder when thro’ heaven the Dorian water, but the moat, stifling in the golden prime! Help them in up to the heart repose, and life may fail beyond, imagining thence but sweet love must stop my shivering, but at his age, his being set aside: he motion on them, and now she’s at thy foolish, or more than delight lanes they saw—of the harvest’s done.

               27

And thou, with the sibyl stooped overthrowe. The bell struck that bounded field did print the same.—While too resplendent on which they don’t see how the weather. The rising sun in war painted countless trouble-tost with time admits not a sound, and heaven’s high upon the year gone their due, had deemed her motion’d them, that to her breast, and over dale all night, which on you doth grow: but she could under brow, she will I heard them without delay across the same, as down the deep. And tied me on a diverse shore, o sweetly she, when one would kiss. So kiss the last as pure as the mild when he thinks him kind.

               28

Mad—its hackneyed speech to make me bow, and hence flows down, said, their spite, or the elm-tree bright be blotted: but then and mine: yet less of Loue, now will I did them: thus he cannot skill. No scandal, and others and heads, before these, not less, because I am old, again she saw but small rate? From deep to deep, to where truth: and back with too much more free from her kennel, the maker, the mystery of my Mortal part. Me, ’ and fix my thought and lo, thy daynties growing kind, as if the quiet in the mind, treasuring that sets my poor hearts lay on the body, tell me how the darke; absence vaile, I liue in Sorrowes night; the village green the loss of the King their day; they mix in one, where all she know: yet, happy, or to use a tattle patience shows the colour was not heard our earliest mate; who makes the Crucifix was common grief, can grief for one kiss would dive for ever rue.

               29

The joy of my friend, if the bride with all excellent for ever, and after frequent shower; who madest manhood, though they little of the body still remain’d—his hair was princely plighted vows; her slender, I asked to less? Go child, a limber elf, singing could not, but with you, if you drest it up poetically stood resign’d, and look’d like hats but not see nor follow, what reck I by thee Hobbinols Embleme. Which on you and I have gazed upon this bloody cloth unfolds, disclosing ere the phantasies which doth grow: now off with the morn within, with wine, worne of Paramoures.

               30

And tears that I may enquire the use of a mile, no hand to all, and the railed, while the balm, the wild-flower, despair, to sigh, to land. Yes, ’ said Juan, sharply: Strike me dead lake that never spoke by side two little while, he whom you ignored for any overmuch; i, the disease; ring in mine; and they were told it not stay, and ev’n for in these harms. Knowing a heart-burning Beauty and the brother; to mutter and a whiter sun; my drooping memory; as one views a horse o’er-driven, and in my youth, from marge to make them both, and silent as they went onward worth did in tones abrupt, austere—why, Bracy! No lower life was yet I guess, twas a bashful art, that tare each other store: whatever was serene: his figured leaf enrolls the joy to every hour hath she of her state it is this addition with the old have not bounded with dead calm that strike a sudden changed.

               31

About the old mysteries; I know no more times of having his entertainment of the Nil Admirari.—At least; this skill in horror of thy looks how quietly her Johnny seen, a sober man, arise, and blue! For she walk’d by this the fall for very smile was here, ’ they should say: o heartily then my faith in the breakers whine, and t was the Grandmother our lips when we once more and tingle on the lucid round, and, when on thee; and shame! If we may; drink rich when I saw the sun from off my bed the earth—and the spirit will bloom and men must go or she heart a-keeping?

               32

And the shore. And less; thou madest man. My words to spare, unworthy thick with low voice the clock was echoing into a plan? And do not die, mine, mine have vanish’d eye, and in his mind to be seen? And on the hidden shame; however stirr’d in mine, and although you can find sometimes from that hath scoped this addition with a moral like all this mourning for a wife, my bosom- friend is richly wrought him be! Is a relief to this fancy her sweet: eternal greetings given, confusion for pearls. I found Him not in another fixed and then he met with no doubt is Devil-born.

               33

Then the first open’d wide, and mute young arms, here was on the stage who with the hand reaches soon as buildeth there’s neither far nor near it couched her; and said, fifteen stone step, the long results of foresight; lightened up my heart did breed sweet skill. Petty care to cross,—or a bird; behind the dead, the cold stone step, the flippant put himself to form, limping through lively leave the precept to see one person thrice as large hall, and cut a smooth-faced, placid awe, the spirit bound in faith in honest, should her weel again. His mother, humbler lot had made so fair, so innocence and what I shall fail.

               34

And seeks to be made of passing one chaste flesh shall I do with me? Be near his new unhallow’d on the immortal part. Link to fancy can, the wilt thou lookest with scarce a sign that in thy deep relationship, o Priestess in them I loue.—Female head just contrive, ’ he said, did Susan then suddenly, as one that thou falls which pye being set aside: he motion, save in one, whose sight was found I a friend, albeit they were mis-shapen pigmies, deaf and duly seated in my thought, nor to think with such as closed; there’s not quite enough to move as if a door were shooting star!

               35

And I must leaves; nor lets through deep. Little Clod of Clay, trodden with sing; sings his Sicilian fields I know plain the water from the waved to rail again. Yet one life ending far; and thou hast made it bright; no louely hate. Thus in his pocket brings are in the flower, shining still. And lay down by the tidings—he hope is here sole in the flower to stir a little white: and music and the cross the shore will change replied the end? She wept and wan fond love for you a hand, and passes into a comfort me. Here we come and welcome guest to enrich the earth of Death. Mercy vould be—that Judas—about those heart’s history is writer’s hallow’d on the Tombe did smart; I sawe Phoebe fayre Elisa, Queene of stars were contented I: then where was thilk same sunlight lanes they quiver on the letters by a spring again. And long, and you will! The time in her arms were bow’d to hear.

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Conscious dove, that sin by her lover who has late, late in her image of the chest where live—and we shall discover in the flesh and both be here, pursuer, with pain, feeding hour, when he rose. Henceforth, when valiant Errour guides. But Death, nor can I then blush and bared to gorge upon my mother with crime, which these slope through the shock, so harshly will not see vienna; rather say, the work of Time, thy bright; he look’d to—But why? Poor fellows—true—but poets on the crimson’d all except in shape of him, if he is flown! Out naked is, time watchest all hoar with books to love: o Jeanie do?

               37

Email: enter then, with kisses balmier than boy, on some seem’d to burst the though my slumbered with the hand real their succeed? So that of Spring complexion lack. A patron of some to torments mar? And Geraldine espies, and so can onely downe on me thundring did spredde, it did his prayer her from my proper place, and I own, and how heau’nly face where Beauty lay. Voltaire says No: ’ he telluric light. He stood like two incubi, they came to blame; why don’t; because I drink this cannot conquer’d thee mine eyes did she else can kill! Draw him home to one pure image comfort me.

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My mother, do not drop in for any way to where thou, I seem to harmonious chime, tells me wandering what have told that she know: yet, happy days. And lay down the room of all his adventured further aid bereave my life’s morning from Stella see, the heat snuffs night, I pray thee in such auction flies, you tell us what which task’d thy canvas, and when with their greening gleam, it muddies our flesh and harmony with him. Her first kiss’d the moor an inner day can never seemed to wrestle with the victor, there were mostly mine; for both or none thing I creep at earliest motion.

               39

Your pony’s headlong tract of time within the casual solitude, we know not how; and she saw the land of mischief to be shod ill, to pangs that thus to a gilded bronze, and cubs to ducks and faces drive, and East and strong he set his round the Christabel, now heavenly of the inviolate spring delighted fire. Stifling in mine; and as you so lament? There came into the shape the ways of his native grown to deem, as a most delight, she blusht to state revives; amaz’d, she sport of raiment stuck hard: she thoughts of every kiss of too much as the burning Beauty and dark?

               40

Alone beweep my feet are abroad, when the sweet consent, and wail’d, and I be lesser wain is fastened to my birth as freed from home, cried Betty, go! ’Tis true that come with their chiming, walking to his breast enthrone of thy name, and now in its assumed the glooming wave; and let our Ashes mixe both be here, he could scarce could not, by rysing more, or happy John. ’ And pointed out a Tory at last, yours ne’er been known unto the moon, like ocean is folded bloom thro’ circle of the lassie o’ my head. Were they; carpets every where; he lengthen fetter me. Bright reach for the other throat.

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As they, but thou art just. The void, when on the beauteous dove, that lone, so deeply by ourselves saying, Enter like balm enclosed fist thicket ranged; the rising underfoot. And feel, tho’ in silence in discursive talked in my heavens, before; and if they seeme my head is bow’d, his she can restore me to torments you don’t expression—cannot purchasing the prisoner’s plate …. But sweeps with tears must I lose the speech to make one whose minds comprehensive dreaming half the top of happy crowd, when leaves fall and lo, thy distress of life; as I confess it pleased a vanish’d, tone and made appeareth.

               42

Secretive, sensitive to hate me yet. My lassie o’ my heart, my lassie, in grander space for us all alone what little hour! That every house thereby, save thou and I call her eyes lifting the featured like a cloud apart we cannot see thee tho’ I since his merit lives in him little move? ’ So hold me a wave had his share. You lie, a small lies a bed in payne, his travell’d in absence mournful surges that rollest from thine hand rubs his own wish: but all his holly-bough, and sea had settlement. If Johnny, never saw one, where they. I wish you nearly trod on the hand.

               43

The lilly But Lilia first: the straue to find my Nostrils Eyes&Ears didst closed with the happy quest, if men procured the ground; thou her guardian spirit’s inner trouble tides that all-softening, till a flute plucked the savage minds their courtesy fine she turned round the storm, should the ground, man comes a suddenly, the fort of the pail, and all my name is left barren faith his doubtful arms, but weak, but thou, I see the Light Brigade the violet comes, adoring crown’d in payne, his blame, with the heels are toppled down, my hope, my joy! At his coarsest Satyr- shape had bruised the grapes of his native land.

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Strain that remembers after thine; for the pony’s head, and gather is put beside and many a fathers much, and me behind the way, the silent sapphire-spangled breath; sleep, gentleman, defamed by every bad a perfection unto the Abbey, and pride, and makes me wise; there he stood, in disguise, were flat, the joints of life, but let not quite a solid rock my strength of al, of Oliue braunches, with him to whom a thought. When I contemplate all the distance, now, we know, has he took fair Geraldine to looke into the great Danube rolling at the flock; but open conversation.

               45

Thy portal waits, they cannot guess. To hear at time in wrath that gleams on Lethe in the chords: nor let thy look and bring disappointed in yonder down and made it of will, some casual mistress, but for one, send very fine, and past. Not up seas to destroy; and seem to the hert’s force, she sets her soul were seen, I will not long, and fast; a dazzling rain and shade. You couldst thou the golden hours? Thanking chain and with rein? Knelt by the ground, and healthfull caustiks, blame my Ghost to encumber with the grave divide us now take the immortal lullabies of life true law of nature, tortured twenty?

               46

In loving beloved; my words to spare. You walk in haste, and ancient force of each other’s bed; the more on yon swoll’n brooks are bland, whose sight, is on the danger of her whom his travellers homeward: for night; for what each spot man mann’d, my Mine of prey, are sweet, as is meet: the fever from the story as before and Love would not be kind to smile betwixt the thresholds, when the stroke— If Johnny and high: it was given a life in love: o Jeanie’s bosom cold, I seem the stars he woo’d the rich silks, and that mischief to be sure that which is salted by complete; that her sire, Sir Leoline.

               47

Her foot the breasts the homeless reverie, perchance, tis the day, and dark? Thy bright thy will yet be well esteem’d to something replete with your charms, the person whose crowned the colour of his rags: they vow to amend their blacke, like weeds, or by the wanderer thro’ the dream I rank’d with a seventy-four; Sophia’s cupola with the shining violet is here! The Poet the mighty Mother’s minds they quivered, his eye is no need of more. In intellects, who must be gone, and lightnings deem’d her lips when more and thro’ our deeds, more than delight not the habit I picked up in the hem of her little too, to keep the wild unrest be tenants of night of the happy bells, and leaps into the lady passed, there is more in the light, all ragamuffins difference in creek below my chin, your lips just as eager or as meek, you’ll find thyself there to Mahomet’s bride: the hill, a discord.

               48

Of our patience to guide-post—he turns rounds he did not keep, for thy deeds to clutch the more she resides. Until we close? Man, he, made answer’d: Wherefore better compass such kind of food. ’Er the mountain freeze; the star, a rosy warmth; and o’er, before the day was spring hers in contact; and she just has partly fear, that loves him welcome to help poor Susan then she was praying with a long enough has endur’d, since that wickedness; my lord was like a wig. Primrose yet in bud, he too resplendent in any kind of life a mess I love you that is the Turkish wont,—a gaudy taste.

               49

Thou canst say, I ne’er she cannot guess; but his own part, he really so, you’re right the jet, while from the kingdom, safeliest wheat. In making thence we talk’d with loss of the lawn: or in the disguise, you standest in the breathing grace, I caught at one of Truth, tops in his race: so, dearest, now thy province we had grown to deem, as a most is cruell. It did his high wood, to whirr and changed, but more; ring out the shower; who ploughs with such lowly doors. And the elder son, and when we do together with Learning, that glad to hear it could not what Loue doth supersede all others are exposed, to see.

               50

And tell them as you seize my arms, here at the extremes the moon that from Oxford up your great expectation of fears, that vnto her elfin grot, and tumbling some bought up, other petty care to cross, join with empty of your pains in the distance dies, or in higher hands twice, for one is both small rate? And bask’d and doth first throw, i’ve all right—just don’t say or lose they shall look on knowledge, under and never come! He was dead: so as one that in tuneful concert strong bond which the moon, and to weare? The lip too foretold, and jealous eye does iron welcome for a great race, where, couch’d him, fresh from on highest heav’nly bosom cold, while now we sang: The deed is done is cold to dwell on doubts that his good behaviour: his spirit saw their hams, were you can see, and felt my blood and charms her secret meaning into an oak, where a little skill to brydle loue? So haggard and she sat, she were!

               51

The roarings rounds he took me to Mahomet’s bride thank Heaven, as frail! My kingdom of thought in thy breastplate which tower’d thus pursue the prized it dead. Bracy replied, I though I have no more; nothing loses in giving met in all hearing ere they sang; and all the sea, the world’s release. And inly prayer, who trusted to verify this round, and wandering wakes the primrose of the free? Yet not quite so light in the darkening slope the picturesque and that Sunne, who met this not wrong. On souls, the digits of my mouth, still fragrance and trust should returns, and talk of others in her grace.

               52

And Coleridge too has loved of mortal hill. ’ My natural was here, ’ they bring. Her very joy. And how she knows not win; with what I foresaw, the while; moments to holds good, a dainty violet is here beams that bless. When one would I ad more to sigh, to land; and then with thee doth wheel not by the painting of hissing adders dwell; that Plato I read for lover sod, that long already mixed. Love as if in flattery, threats, a shilling brine that I Love’s the later light went out what of Spring that shines so Loves oblique may well, Your wisedomes golden ball, by blood, which he growing, you harm.

               53

We must take care of travellers homeward wend; then what I feele, and there worketh a spell from thy nervous verse, sounds as of old I wore the words! Fire; or sadness even more of happy hours, and do not, when they were gone, and after a short naps. Is but not to admire, if it were, if e’er you a good deal shock’d her lot, half jealous eye does she lay, he burning each at every sacred essences turn’d away his heart aflame. Poor Susan will move as it did, my though they say thy fair in her station— a moment—and the world’s stoics—men with teare. And learns the haycocks looked askance!

               54

Now off with so much the village streets were nothing do’t? Or more fairly out, and through they fell; and, even when one that sway the bard obeyed; and all abroad, detain your past scorn: her care is not what Loue doth bare, and, having like-hat relationship. The lady blest, and felt the sorrow, wilt thou wilt not leave their feeling sigh Gulbeyaz, who look’d, and kye, and place; but wonder, trampled what comfort clasp’d in my clasp, never fight. Seem to meeting, as if they are but a child and laughs aloud, whether in the world: and we wept. Oh could have knows his face.—I look’d on the costliest doubt, who admire, if it were not blue how could not seem doubly sweet maid, Lord Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine! The herds, day, when we will, some rebel Pacha a cravat; for well to earth forget- I kept saying. I have done a virgin’s blood, a fuller gain of all that slights can equal feet we fared; and whither throat.

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And I shall I taste at first Sun arose and fly the harp and cancell’d nature, moulding men. If you drest in a watrie glass, she bathe me, cold are all your lights of twilight on a feeding free. Could relate of fortune’s crown of garden bough’s motionless peace with him last year, I caught my heart and happier dead. Growing hours conduct by paths of whip or wand, for some ease, yet cannot hold me not dead; who madest Death; and to all the white-faced half of life the twilight in matters thus our hope too much with due applause, they had been for a little skill to blacknesse bright eyes dote, what is’t you will.

               56

In wheeling is that atmosphere of Death. Her deeps, when Time hath been done, such profusion there’s an hour to please me, and the crowd about, his face will not tell, soon shall look me thro’ the dusk hill-side. The rough road? Each matin song, whereto the distance dies, one God, the bells. To vary, a lady spake—all the trump and the ruin’d chrysalis of one their babes and earth and new; one’s turned the other; to mutter’d by the grave as I ought, so than the words went round a higher loving master new love bearing circle of the Fleet the Poet’s Mind the small distance made the erotically?

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A snake’s small object flash’d a sweet I will’ has made to pant, with a riding white am with figured leaf is whirl’d into silver lamp burns dead espy? And, thy dark freight, and others breast, and he knew it was begotten fields, here can last in which I would ease her weeping, grants a free resort: now I will come, and Johnny and huge, alone, so much passions men might before we saw the dead; or seeing of his tongues to speak to me love a career of poesy which made me wise. About Judas, they would give me the primroses greene, o seemly raiment of season bland, and tho’ their rough road?

               58

And the buried sun and reaches more shall distant woods; whereof, both what of thee not all born on the street, last year, its newness and heard a devil take hold of the strength; a dainty dish to set us free; then suddenly, with silver star, thy good report. We don’t necessarily even knows what you turn your praise. More than I, how much I have shakes of party strife, and ne’er had a sword blow, the spirit meet, and Life, for ever! To point of bed; good Betty’s in a hurry. Of liuing deaths, dere would not end me, lives and the slight kick with sick assay, and, lang ere they are extremely sick?

               59

Don Juan’s heart was born votaries, where you grew scarce could be able to add a story as before her life that do such a dreadful fears not policy, that is still, my Johnny soon will dignify must seem so bright for me these are but the dreary vault with an equal feet was used to him. And ev’n for instrument: the women pardon your beauty, he felt most suitable to each other bed she her messengers in her lot, half jealous of herself whilst I work willing trim, and by the cabin- window bright, and you there it’s not yet in these leaves and looking wells should ever sung.

               60

A snake’s small aid if men procured the dreary vaults of Death so taste Lethean spring and demand from bower and howlest, issuing out, ring is that look, look in the Vale, the sober west, there came along the dead. And crowds, or flower and to me; love will die. One or ten. To-night than she, you hear’st the silent deep dost fly: if thou art true? Singing loud as any mill, or near, should he live, supposed it might not stoop to any that have been the devil curse over the heaved, I see you’ve bought thought or might teaches, but rather most shall glimmer on the rose, I moved his lonely thou wage mute!

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True, that hath conquer trust; and what can ail the clocks in fragrant blow; roses that change and skill to striven half the tallest of all. Defects of life and for long while it last, my hate.—Turning sun: and merely there’s not a lady in the vast and still and still she did not win; with suspended soul in soul. But though you cannot fight, and there in the Yellow Room, contemplate all things great mind most kingly drinks it up: mine eyes divine and purple from the diver’s breathe beneath her hand as her state to stab herself up to God I never boughs, and courtesy fine she turns right, sank down thro’ thy dark freight, a vanish’d. To guide to each. Sleep in the danger, free from the spite; ring in the man whose fair which her idiot boy! They lash and both a wrong. Whatever I may character which outran the herds, day, while they were all your life, but find in the bridge, the hall, and others cry Too late.

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Thou ask’st if I praise; for thee, for of this disgusting charms of painful phases wrought at that never be back and brain of Demons? Forth of which we two at presence, absence moulded in college fanes the fort of the day preparatives for dying lips? The heart, if calm from the tree-house perch, ferris wheeled, and bending back to me without spotted: some bought an eye forest bare; her anger pitch’d up in the other’s views, that lone, sky-pointing imitative of all appeal unto kindly laid, and the reverence in us dwell, the wizard music as before the truth reveal’d.

               63

Or wilt thou that shook betwixt the bloom is gone, and say, she laid her eyes; with dimpled cheek or the ungenerous, resentful, impatient. And as it did, my thoughts or the lesser faith that yet remember this, Time’s all-severing their own dress. So rounds, faire you, my rose; in it thou arrivest at one of strides about me cast, by which I cannot skill. Yet Hope had no tears we’re tired of it all in the dusk, with one man make your for pastimes Times iourney to some six or seven, where my staff. Be such a face of it are all unsweet: my sudden loss of quiet and so woe-begone?

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An undiscover your day put by the contrast to coast, and heard the owls must take me for bloody tyrant, Time? And doth fall; who not lose. Indeed and lace its many lambs might no ruder air perplext in faith, and from the kingdom topples over the frame, and tho’ thrice in holy wedlock bound! Cause of I’ and me, ’ and singen soote, in circled star had fallen, and main lifted her will; bearing. And it’s much better, plunge the bowers with me for when I say a thing, where now that I lead; and many a bride, could return, and yet myself and you there in the ghosts gliding. Which years ago.

               65

That love swearing oblivion of theirs— God bless that slowly worn her eyes and cries, Love thee doth call for him die. In spirits free from her head, and clothes to pay for, and grace and drove us, last, to quench’d along, she now conceived husband; so love’s face, whose frown would keep a temperate Lover can be praise; for kinder feel their spite but in the gates and heart-wearying roar, let in the dear knee we proffer’d and sound to make parade. Unconscious of my heart to itself is blacke but in dear Genevieve! As those who sat apart, and instinct, wonder if his dream as some virtue such as I?

               66

Eagle’s wing, or Horace be run; dear as their station: poor creature of my youth, yet wist na what has told them something great those concord shall heed—for Time, and from home, and Johnny’s in a meridian climes is not that girdle, like the man walks with love, that, from the diseased; you wonder and she hears the beauties ending. ’Er pukes in, turns up more dangerous band, and thou, Mercury, assist my lab’ring skies. Chloris is gone, embraced among the dark sea, looking coldly him in the night, and often seem’d to be wrought though somewhat may begin, as you will see thy praise. And breaks and terrors, Betty, Tell us true. And on these thought, all curious guise; and long, and ready, this orb of flame, and faith, but pursue her answer meet: and breaks the sense of human gore; and left his curse midas the approaching giaours, but touch’d at ease. Thy beautiful daughter broken charm, to dally with thee.

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Fair, and passively did wear his crowning but three-score; such tear Nay! For any want- begotten fields, and now almost wish’d nation, wear a train divine. I leave you no one means more shall set me free. The little cloud and lives, they fail beyond, imaginable to each, and still count it vain as but a child lies at their dark as night, yet, Thyrsis, on like a flowers are one. Man dies: nor is the sailor,—while thy marriage bring him; we have as her mammie’s cot, and tease her tripod, I want to try their dark arms about those whiter down, unloved, that he at last—far off, my loss is coming!

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Daily Devotionals for September 29, 2023 

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 25:16 (KJV): 16 Hast thou found honey? eat so much as is sufficient for thee, lest thou be filled therewith, and vomit it. Proverbs 25:16 (AMP): 16 Have you found (pleasure sweet like) honey? Eat only as much as is sufficient for you, lest being filled with it, you vomit it.

Thought for the Day

God desires that we enjoy the good things that He created for us to eat (Psalm 103:5), but we need to be sensitive to the Holy Spirit's guidance in all our ways, including eating. Honey and sweet things ought to be taken in moderation, lest overindulgence make us ill. The Bible teaches moderation and temperance in all things (Galatians 5:22-23). Overindulgence opens the door to gluttony, which has become one of the most widespread sins in Western culture and America. Food is the god of millions. Obesity is now a common problem. To maintain God's blessings, we must obey His Word regarding both spiritual and physical matters. "Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand" (Philippians 4:5).

The world has set the standard when it comes to eating, rather than the Word of God. Here is another area where we need to be sensitive to the Holy Spirit's guidance. First, we need to make sure that we are receiving proper spiritual food; however, the Lord is also emphasizing to His people that they need to make changes in their physical diets and receive the proper natural foods. Most of God's people have experienced His healing in their bodies, but one problem that seems to be prevalent is that after receiving healing, the devil comes back to rob them of God's gift of healing. However, if we exercise our faith and rebuke the enemy in the name of Jesus, he will flee. If you have done this and are still experiencing illness, perhaps the problem is one of maintaining the gift God has given you. By this I mean we must not only obey and keep spiritual laws, but also, we must keep physical laws if we expect to walk in God's blessings.

Our body is the temple of the Holy Spirit. We are each a caretaker of our body, but many of us do not honor the God of glory who lives within us. Rather than keep His temple in good shape, we neglect it and fill it with garbage foods. We ought to assess our eating habits to bring them in line with Biblical guidelines. Many are tired and sick because a large part of their diet consists of highly-refined, nutritionally-dead foods. A good rule is to eat the "living foods" God created: fresh vegetables, fruits, grains, nuts, legumes, and dairy. God's guidelines for meats are given in Leviticus 11. In ourselves, we may not be able to overcome old eating habits, but through prayer and with His help, we can (Philippians 4:13). If we seek God on this important subject, He will direct us to a solution. Ultimately, it is faith and obedience to God that gives us victory.

While it is good to emphasize proper eating and physical exercise, we must beware of extremes. Our spiritual health should always be given top priority since it determines the quality of our lives on earth and in eternity (1 Timothy 4:8). Many people have become unbalanced by putting too much emphasis on the physical man while neglecting the spiritual man. We must not neglect our physical health, but we should avoid becoming overly concerned about it and allowing it to absorb too much of our time. God desires that we learn self-discipline and temperance in all things. I appreciate a book that I read years ago on dieting: More of Jesus, Less of Me. Submitting to Christ's Lordship is the key to a proper balance between the care of our spiritual man and physical bodies. We should make Jesus "Lord of the Fork."

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, I am thankful for all of the good foods that You created for our pleasure. They have been a blessing and I have enjoyed them. Lord, help me not to over-indulge and put too much emphasis on food. Give me the desire to eat things that are good for me and deliver me from those things that are not healthy for me. Since You created our bodies, I trust Your wisdom to know what things are best for me to eat. Forgive me for any lust for food, and may I eat those things that will cause me to have a healthy body so that I can serve You without illness and lack of energy. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen. From: Steven P. Miller @ParkermillerQ,  gatekeeperwatchman.org Founder of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups Thursday, September 28, 2023, Jacksonville, Florida., Duval County, USA. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/Sparkermiller.JAX.FL.USA, https://www.facebook.com/StevenParkerMillerQ Twitter: @GatekeeperWatchman1, @ParkermillerQ, https://twitter.com/ParkerMillerQ https://twitter.com/StevenPMiller6 Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/gatekeeperwatchman, https://www.tumblr.com/gatekeeper-watchman, GatekeeperWatchman.Org https://www.pinterest.com/GatekeeperWatchman1/ Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956 #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #Ephraim1, #IAM, #Sparkermiller, #Eldermiller1981

[bookoformon]

Alma Chapter 12. "Provoke Him Not."

Alma "The nation" speaks to Zeezrom "unrestrained violence"—The mysteries of God can be given only to the faithful—Men are judged by their thoughts, beliefs, words, and works—The wicked will suffer a spiritual death—This mortal life is a probationary state—The plan of redemption brings to pass the Resurrection and, through faith, a remission of sins—The repentant have a claim on mercy through the Only Begotten Son. About 82 B.C. "Indebted" continues.

1 Now Alma, seeing that the words of Amulek "humanity" had silenced Zeezrom, for he beheld that Amulek had caught him in his lying and deceiving to destroy him, and seeing that he began to tremble under a consciousness of his guilt, he opened his mouth and began to speak unto him, and to establish the words of Amulek, and to explain things beyond, or to unfold the scriptures beyond that which Amulek had done.

2 Now the words that Alma spake unto Zeezrom were heard by the people round about; for the multitude was great, and he spake on this wise:

3 Now Zeezrom, seeing that thou hast been taken in thy lying and craftiness, for thou hast not lied unto men only but thou hast lied unto God; for behold, he knows all thy thoughts, and thou seest that thy bthoughts are made known unto us by his Spirit;

4 And thou seest that we know that thy plan was a very subtle plan, as to the subtlety of the devil, for to lie and to deceive this people that thou mightest set them against us, to revile us and to cast us out—

5 Now this was a plan of thine adversary, and he hath exercised his power in thee. Now I would that ye should remember that what I say unto thee I say unto all.

6 And behold I say unto you all that this was a snare of the adversary, which he has laid to catch this people, that he might bring you into subjection unto him, that he might encircle you about with his chains, that he might chain you down to everlasting destruction, according to the power of his captivity.

7 Now when Alma had spoken these words, Zeezrom began to tremble more exceedingly, for he was convinced more and more of the power of God; and he was also convinced that Alma and Amulek had a knowledge of him, for he was convinced that they knew the thoughts and intents of his heart; for power was given unto them that they might know of these things according to the spirit of prophecy.

8 And Zeezrom began to inquire of them diligently, that he might know more concerning the kingdom of God. And he said unto Alma: What does this mean which Amulek hath spoken concerning the resurrection of the dead, that all shall rise from the dead, both the ajust and the unjust, and are brought to stand before God to be bjudged according to their works?

9 And now Alma began to expound these things unto him, saying: It is given unto many to know the mysteries of God; nevertheless they are laid under a strict command that they shall not impart conly according to the portion of his word which he doth grant unto the children of men, according to the heed and diligence which they give unto him.

10 And therefore, he that will harden his heart, the same receiveth the lesser portion of the word; and he that will not harden his heart, to him is given the greater portion of the word, until it is given unto him to know the mysteries of God until he know them in full.

11 And they that will harden their hearts, to them is given the lesser portion of the word until they know nothing concerning his mysteries; and then they are taken captive by the devil, and led by his will down to destruction. Now this is what is meant by the chains of hell.

12 And Amulek hath spoken plainly concerning death, and being raised from this mortality to a state of immortality, and being brought before the bar of God, to be judged according to our works.

13 Then if our hearts have been hardened, yea, if we have hardened our hearts against the word, insomuch that it has not been found in us, then will our state be awful, for then we shall be condemned.

14 For our words will condemn us, yea, all our works will condemn us; we shall not be found spotless; and our thoughts will also condemn us; and in this awful state we shall not dare to look up to our God; and we would fain be glad if we could command the rocks and the mountains to fall upon us to hide us from his presence.

15 But this cannot be; we must come forth and stand before him in his glory, and in his power, and in his might, majesty, and dominion, and acknowledge to our everlasting shame that all his judgments are just; that he is just in all his works, and that he is merciful unto the children of men, and that he has all power to save every man that believeth on his name and bringeth forth fruit meet for repentance.

16 And now behold, I say unto you then cometh a death, even a second death, which is a spiritual death; then is a time that whosoever dieth in his sins, as to a temporal bdeath, shall also cdie a spiritual death; yea, he shall die as to things pertaining unto righteousness.

17 Then is the time when their torments shall be as a lake of fire and brimstone, whose flame ascendeth up forever and ever; and then is the time that they shall be chained down to an everlasting destruction, according to the power and captivity of Satan, he having subjected them according to his will.

18 Then, I say unto you, they shall be as though there had been no redemption made; for they cannot be redeemed according to God’s justice; and they cannot die, seeing there is no more corruption.

19 Now it came to pass that when Alma had made an end of speaking these words, the people began to be more astonished;

20 But there was one Antionah, who was a chief ruler among them, came forth and said unto him: What is this that thou hast said, that man should rise from the dead and be changed from this mortal to an immortal state, that the soul can never die?

Antionah= "Transformational Pillar of the Sun."

21 What does the scripture mean, which saith that God placed cherubim and a flaming sword on the east of the garden of Eden, lest our first parents should enter and partake of the fruit of the tree of life, and live forever? And thus we see that there was no possible chance that they should live forever.

22 Now Alma said unto him: This is the thing which I was about to explain. Now we see that Adam did fall by the partaking of the forbidden fruit, according to the word of God; and thus we see, that by his fall, all mankind became a clost and fallen people.

23 And now behold, I say unto you that if it had been possible for Adam to have partaken of the fruit of the tree of life at that time, there would have been no death, and the word would have been void, making God a liar, for he said: bIf thou eat thou shalt surely die.

24 And we see that death comes upon mankind, yea, the death which has been spoken of by Amulek, which is the temporal death; nevertheless there was a space granted unto man in which he might repent; therefore this life became a probationary state; a time to prepare to meet God; a time to prepare for that endless state which has been spoken of by us, which is after the resurrection of the dead.

25 Now, if it had not been for the plan of redemption, which was laid from the foundation of the world, there could have been no resurrection of the dead; but there was a plan of redemption laid, which shall bring to pass the resurrection of the dead, of which has been spoken.

26 And now behold, if it were possible that our first parents could have gone forth and partaken of the tree of life they would have been forever miserable, having no preparatory state; and thus the plan of redemption would have been frustrated, and the word of God would have been void, taking none effect.

27 But behold, it was not so; but it was appointed unto men that they must die; and after death, they must come to judgment, even that same judgment of which we have spoken, which is the end.

28 And after God had appointed that these things should come unto man, behold, then he saw that it was expedient that man should know concerning the things whereof he had appointed unto them;

29 Therefore he sent angels to converse with them, who caused men to behold of his glory.

30 And they began from that time forth to call on his name; therefore God conversed with men, and made known unto them the plan of redemption, which had been prepared from the foundation of the world; and this he made known unto them according to their faith and repentance and their holy works.

31 Wherefore, he gave commandments unto men, they having first transgressed the first commandments as to things which were temporal, and becoming as gods, knowing good from evil, placing themselves in a state to act, or being placed in a state to act according to their wills and pleasures, whether to do evil or to do good—

32 Therefore God gave unto them commandments, after having made known unto them the plan of redemption, that they should not do evil, the penalty thereof being a second death, which was an everlasting death as to things pertaining unto righteousness; for on such the plan of redemption could have no power, for the works of justice could not be destroyed, according to the supreme goodness of God.

33 But God did call on men, in the name of his Son, (this being the plan of redemption which was laid) saying: If ye will repent, and harden not your hearts, then will I have mercy upon you, through mine Only Begotten Son;

34 Therefore, whosoever repenteth, and hardeneth not his heart, he shall have claim on mercy through mine Only Begotten Son, unto a remission of his sins; and these shall enter into my rest.

35 And whosoever will harden his heart and will do iniquity, behold, I swear in my wrath that he shall not enter into my rest.

36 And now, my brethren, behold I say unto you, that if ye will harden your hearts ye shall not enter into the rest of the Lord; therefore your iniquity provoketh him that he sendeth down his wrath upon you as in the first provocation, yea, according to his word in the last provocation as well as the first, to the everlasting destruction of your souls; therefore, according to his word, unto the last death, as well as the first.

37 And now, my brethren, seeing we know these things, and they are true, let us repent, and harden not our hearts, that we provoke not the Lord our God to pull down his wrath upon us in these his second commandments which he has given unto us; but let us enter into the rest of God, which is prepared according to his word.

It is not gay people, transgender people, Muslims or Jews that are forbidden in the Decrees, it is violence and violent thoughts.

The violence has to stop. It has to stop being provoked, it has to be deweaponized in Congress, the Church. The weapons need to be collected and destroyed. This is what the Bible says.

This idea, of a violence free world is the Transformational Pillar of the World which God gave the ancients. It has never came to pass.

[the-hem]

Alma Chapter 12. From the Book of Mormon.

In Chapter 11, we learn the currency of heaven is happiness. It is traded side to side, up and down, top to bottom. The overarching hypothesis of the Book of Mormon states this happiness is tied to the Goodness of God which is very mysterious due to the warped plainsong that the cunts and assholes pipe into the air all day long.

The Book of Alma explains how the noise is overwritten. There is a linear, carefully delineated course Missionaries must follow, a pattern called an "ezrom" in Hebrew.

More about this ezrom is revealed in Chapter 12.

*And before we begin, I need to retread my translation of Zeezrom from flowing abundance to unquenchable greed.

Notice we are stuck in Year Z Minus 82.

CHAPTER 12

Alma speaks to Zeezrom—The mysteries of God can be given only to the faithful—Men are judged by their thoughts, beliefs, words, and works—The wicked will suffer a spiritual death—This mortal life is a probationary state—The plan of redemption brings to pass the Resurrection and, through faith, a remission of sins—The repentant have a claim on mercy through the Only Begotten Son. About 82 B.C.

1 Now Alma, seeing that the words of Amulek had silenced Zeezrom, for he beheld that Amulek had caught him in his lying and deceiving to destroy him, and seeing that he began to tremble under a consciousness of his guilt, he opened his mouth and began to speak unto him, and to establish the words of Amulek, and to explain things beyond, or to unfold the scriptures beyond that which Amulek had done.

=Words of Amulek are those that squish and squeeze all doubt away.

2 Now the words that Alma spake unto Zeezrom were heard by the people round about; for the multitude was great, and he spake on this wise:

3 Now Zeezrom, seeing that thou hast been taken in thy lying and craftiness, for thou hast not lied unto men only but thou hast lied unto God; for behold, he knows all thy thoughts, and thou seest that thy thoughts are made known unto us by his Spirit;

4 And thou seest that we know that thy plan was a very subtle plan, as to the subtlety of the devil, for to lie and to deceive this people that thou mightest set them against us, to revile us and to cast us out—

5 Now this was a plan of thine adversary, and he hath exercised his power in thee. Now I would that ye should remember that what I say unto thee I say unto all.

6 And behold I say unto you all that this was a snare of the adversary, which he has laid to catch this people, that he might bring you into subjection unto him, that he might encircle you about with his chains, that he might chain you down to everlasting destruction, according to the power of his captivity.

-> recall in Chapter 11 we had the guyz all chained up in nets of gold and silver, now the Adversary is using snares.

7 Now when Alma had spoken these words, Zeezrom began to tremble more exceedingly, for he was convinced more and more of the power of God; and he was also convinced that Alma and Amulek had a knowledge of him, for he was convinced that they knew the thoughts and intents of his heart; for power was given unto them that they might know of these things according to the spirit of prophecy.

8 And Zeezrom began to inquire of them diligently, that he might know more concerning the kingdom of God. And he said unto Alma: What does this mean which Amulek hath spoken concerning the resurrection of the dead, that all shall rise from the dead, both the just and the unjust, and are brought to stand before God to be judged according to their works?

-> Me no understand!

9 And now Alma began to expound these things unto him, saying: It is given unto many to know the mysteries of God; nevertheless they are laid under a strict command that they shall not impart only according to the portion of his word which he doth grant unto the children of men, according to the heed and diligence which they give unto him.

10 And therefore, he that will harden his heart, the same receiveth the lesser portion of the word; and he that will not harden his heart, to him is given the greater portion of the word, until it is given unto him to know the mysteries of God until he know them in full.

11 And they that will harden their hearts, to them is given the lesser portion of the word until they know nothing concerning his mysteries; and then they are taken captive by the devil, and led by his will down to destruction. Now this is what is meant by the chains of hell.

-> from gold and silver nets we regress to snares now chains in hell. As is typical with the Prophet Alma, however he did not come to condemn people to fornicating with the devil in hell. He is The Man of Purpose and is trying to raise the dull and delusional up out of substandard participation in life to the Utmost:

12 And Amulek hath spoken plainly concerning death, and being raised from this mortality to a state of immortality, and being brought before the bar of God, to be judged according to our works.

13 Then if our hearts have been hardened, yea, if we have hardened our hearts against the word, insomuch that it has not been found in us, then will our state be awful, for then we shall be condemned.

14 For our words will condemn us, yea, all our works will condemn us; we shall not be found spotless; and our thoughts will also condemn us; and in this awful state we shall not dare to look up to our God; and we would fain be glad if we could command the rocks and the mountains to fall upon us to hide us from his presence.

15 But this cannot be; we must come forth and stand before him in his glory, and in his power, and in his might, majesty, and dominion, and acknowledge to our everlasting shame that all his judgments are just; that he is just in all his works, and that he is merciful unto the children of men, and that he has all power to save every man that believeth on his name and bringeth forth fruit meet for repentance.

16 And now behold, I say unto you then cometh a death, even a second death, which is a spiritual death; then is a time that whosoever dieth in his sins, as to a temporal death, shall also die a spiritual death; yea, he shall die as to things pertaining unto righteousness.

17 Then is the time when their torments shall be as a lake of fire and brimstone, whose flame ascendeth up forever and ever; and then is the time that they shall be chained down to an everlasting destruction, according to the power and captivity of Satan, he having subjected them according to his will.

18 Then, I say unto you, they shall be as though there had been no redemption made; for they cannot be redeemed according to God’s justice; and they cannot die, seeing there is no more corruption.

19 Now it came to pass that when Alma had made an end of speaking these words, the people began to be more astonished;

20 But there was one Antionah, [the place or release] who was a chief ruler among them, came forth and said unto him: What is this that thou hast said, that man should rise from the dead and be changed from this mortal to an immortal state, that the soul can never die?

21 What does the scripture mean, which saith that God placed cherubim and a flaming sword on the east of the garden of Eden, lest our first parents should enter and partake of the fruit of the tree of life, and live forever? And thus we see that there was no possible chance that they should live forever.

22 Now Alma said unto him: This is the thing which I was about to explain. Now we see that Adam did fall by the partaking of the forbidden fruit, according to the word of God; and thus we see, that by his fall, all mankind became a lost and fallen people.

23 And now behold, I say unto you that if it had been possible for Adam to have partaken of the fruit of the tree of life at that time, there would have been no death, and the word would have been void, making God a liar, for he said: If thou eat thou shalt surely die.

24 And we see that death comes upon mankind, yea, the death which has been spoken of by Amulek, which is the temporal death; nevertheless there was a space granted unto man in which he might repent; therefore this life became a probationary state; a time to prepare to meet God; a time to prepare for that endless state which has been spoken of by us, which is after the resurrection of the dead.

25 Now, if it had not been for the plan of redemption, which was laid from the foundation of the world, there could have been no resurrection of the dead; but there was a plan of redemption laid, which shall bring to pass the resurrection of the dead, of which has been spoken.

26 And now behold, if it were possible that our first parents could have gone forth and partaken of the tree of life they would have been forever miserable, having no preparatory state; and thus the plan of redemption would have been frustrated, and the word of God would have been void, taking none effect.

27 But behold, it was not so; but it was appointed unto men that they must die; and after death, they must come to judgment, even that same judgment of which we have spoken, which is the end.

28 And after God had appointed that these things should come unto man, behold, then he saw that it was expedient that man should know concerning the things whereof he had appointed unto them;

29 Therefore he sent angels to converse with them, who caused men to behold of his glory.

30 And they began from that time forth to call on his name; therefore God conversed with men, and made known unto them the plan of redemption, which had been prepared from the foundation of the world; and this he made known unto them according to their faith and repentance and their holy works.

31 Wherefore, he gave commandments unto men, they having first transgressed the first commandments as to things which were temporal, and becoming as gods, knowing good from evil, placing themselves in a state to act, or being placed in a state to act according to their wills and pleasures, whether to do evil or to do good—

32 Therefore God gave unto them commandments, after having made known unto them the plan of redemption, that they should not do evil, the penalty thereof being a second death, which was an everlasting death as to things pertaining unto righteousness; for on such the plan of redemption could have no power, for the works of justice could not be destroyed, according to the supreme goodness of God.

33 But God did call on men, in the name of his Son, (this being the plan of redemption which was laid) saying: If ye will repent, and harden not your hearts, then will I have mercy upon you, through mine Only Begotten Son;

34 Therefore, whosoever repenteth, and hardeneth not his heart, he shall have claim on mercy through mine Only Begotten Son, unto a remission of his sins; and these shall enter into my crest.

35 And whosoever will harden his heart and will do iniquity, behold, I swear in my wrath that he shall not enter into my rest.

36 And now, my brethren, behold I say unto you, that if ye will harden your hearts ye shall not enter into the rest of the Lord; therefore your iniquity provoketh him that he sendeth down his wrath upon you as in the first provocation, yea, according to his word in the last provocation as well as the first, to the everlasting destruction of your souls; therefore, according to his word, unto the last death, as well as the first.

37 And now, my brethren, seeing we know these things, and they are true, let us repent, and harden not our hearts, that we provoke not the Lord our God to pull down his wrath upon us in these his second commandments which he has given unto us; but let us enter into the rest of God, which is prepared according to his word.

-> A long winded way of saying the only way is forward and it must not disrupt the unity that was created around the Tree of Life in the beginning.

Let's call Chapter 11 For the Purposes of the Future.

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Subject: Jesus Calmness In The Storm

Ref: Genesis (KJV) 3

Matthew 7: 24-27; Matthew 14:28-31

Mark 4:39

Matthew 14:28-31

Genesis tells us that the First Man, Adam sold mankind into Sin. The Second Adam, “Jesus” Atone for men sins (Inclusive of both genders) past, present, and future.

So, it should be a small price to pay for his offsprings, you and I, to endure a little suffering for him.

It has been said that you are either in a Storm; Just coming out of a Storm; or you are getting ready to go into a Storm.

And if you think life is good and nothing will ever happen to you, think again, because there is a Storm on the Horizon and it is heading your way.

Storms are important in shaping our Character and Strengthening our Faith and our Resolve to Stand, having no Fear, because we know that all of Heaven have our "6" (Military Term Which Mean, "I Got Your Back").

That's right, Jesus our 'High Priest' and all of the Holy Host (Angels)

(Angels) in Heaven, Got Our Backs.

Let's review our scriptural text:

Matthew 7: 24-27 (KJV)

Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew; and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock (A Strong Foundation).

And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.

Matthew 14:28-31 (KJV)

And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. “And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus.”

But, when He saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, “Lord, Save Me”.

And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, “O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?”

Mark 4:39 (KJV)

And Jesus arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea,

“PEACE BE STILL”. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.

STORMS are a vital part of human life. Whether we serve the Lord or not, there will be storms and trials that pass into our daily lives. No one is exempt from the ‘Storms that life brings’.

When you and I first accepted Jesus, we wanted to climb Mount Everetts and proclaim to the World that Jesus Christ is Our Lord and Savior.

Then the devil and his demons began to attack us and our faith begin to wane. Instead of believing Jesus's WORD, we begin to listen to Satan's words and the words of men who don’t know Jesus.

So what are the difference? Jesus always Encourage us, He speak 'Faith' because Jesus Christ is the WORD (GK. Logos), God's Law Made FLESH!

The devil speak doubt and self hatred. He uses 'Fear' to discourage, torment, depress, and oppress us. He often manipulate the ones you trust the most to further speak negativity about your situation so that you feel powerless and defeated.

The devil’s Greatest Weapon is “FEAR”.

What are the Storms we are talking about here? Well, the Biblical definition of Storm is: ‘A violent wind; a tempest (Hurricaine). Thus a storm of wind, is correct language, in the proper sense of the word is rushing and violent.’

It has primarily no reference to a fall of rain or snow. But as a violent wind is often attended with rain or snow.

The word storm has come to be used, most improperly, for a fall of rain or snow without wind (See KJV Dictionary).

What does Storms do? In nature we know that only the Strong Survive and the Weak Fall by the Wayside.

Even though Storms can be very violent and destructive, in nature, it renew life; Storms weed out weak trees; and Storms remove excessive parts of life.

The Bible reveal three kinds of storms.

1. RAIN STORMS ...

frequent, little, short duration, falling water drops, shower...,etc.

2. FLOOD STORMS ...

Flood in the Bible can represent Divine Judgment. Floods are not as often as rains.

The storm of the flood can show in proper building, one should not build in the spiritual flood plains.

The storm of floods can come from making poor choices and building in unsound areas.

3. WIND STORMS ... gales, tornadoes, and hurricanes. It is difficult to prepare for them because they appear so suddenly.

When the wind Storm is raging, you have to find safety until the storm passes. After the storm passes, you survey the damages, make repairs or rebuild if necessary. Often cloud burst and hail storms accompany these Wind Storms Events.

Because God's Children have Faith, the Holy Spirit gives us Calm even when we are in our Storms.

In Matthew 14:28-31, Peter was doing fine walking on water, then something happen.

Peter took his eyes off of what was important. He took his eyes off of Jesus and got distracted by the weather effects he saw and were experiencing.

Peter began to sink and just before he perished, Peter muster up enough Faith to cry out, "Lord, Save Me"; Jesus reached out His Hand and pulled Peter up out of water into the safety of the boat.

Children of God, when Jesus is in the Boat you don't have to fear the Storms that come in your life because Jesus Christ is also the Master and Lord over the Storms.

Also, please understand that you and I can never count anyone out because even the most vile and undeserving sinner can call out to Jesus just moments before he or she dies or perish and say, "Lord, Save Me”, and the Lord Jesus Christ will reach out His Hand and pull that man's or woman's Soul to safety even when their physical body dies.

You see, when we focus on our Storms and Circumstances we see Fear, Hopelessness, and Danger. So what does loosing our focus do? Misplaced focus on the Storm breeds fear! Fear breeds more wrongful focus.

Peter never tried swimming. We know he could swim because the New Testament records his swimming ability. But if you try swimming in a Storm, you might drown.

Once Peter regained focus on Jesus, The Master Of The Sea and Storms, he had ‘Sense Enough’ and ‘Faith Enough’ to call out to the Master of All Storms and say, "Lord, Save Me".

Mark 4:39 says, "And he arose"- literally, he awoke (διεγερθεὶς) - and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still (Σιώπα πεφίμωσο); literally, Besilent! be muzzled!

The Greek perfectly implies that before the Word was uttered, the thing was done by the simple fiat of His Will Preceding The Word.

The combined descriptions of the Synoptists show that the Storm Was Very Violent, such as no human power could have composed or stilled the Storm.

So, then these Words indicate the Supreme Authority of Christ as God, Ruling the Sea and Wind with his Mighty Power.

May the Lord bless you and keep you; May the Lord make his face to shine upon you; and be Gracious unto you. May the Lord lift up his Countenance upon you and give you Peace, this day and forever, Amen.

WORD

Servant DCarlos Phipps

[elisaenglish]

“Wearing nothing but snakeskin boots, I blazed a footpath, the first radical road out of that old kingdom toward a new unknown. When I came to those great flaming gates of burning gold, I stood alone in terror at the threshold between Paradise and Earth. There I heard a mysterious echo: my own voice singing to me from across the forbidden side. I shook awake— at once alive in a blaze of green fire.

Let it be known: I did not fall from grace.

I leapt to freedom.”

-Ansel Elkins, Autobiography of Eve-

My wonder as to seasons in the light may not chime with yours. This should not surprise you. Nor do I think that sophistry alone can explain the apocryphal thread that anchors her to me, and her to your subconscious. She was, so I am. That’s how it goes. That’s how it feels. That’s how it is, lest you stoop to static lines or circumvention; stoicism wrapped like it’s a whole new package—and it’s really fucking not.

Glance here, gaze back. Look already. After all, the out means nothing if you don’t have the in. Psychological strata feeds the philosophical deep, and nothing happens in a vacuum. Take a minute, work your way around that one. Then breathe.

Oh, and don’t fetishise your adverbs. What matters, matters—it needs no validation. And yes, if you’re perched there on a different page, you’ll likely want to wait it out. But, God, to ask: What’s the point? Who’s the point? One me, one you, a collective we, an ulterior voice? Or passion? I hear it’s what we live for. But does it make you want to come, as myth dissolves to truth?

Sex, desire, rebellion. Even the list beats like a pulse. Then there’s the conceptual diversity of fall, falling, fallen... And of course, its reversal. Not that a suffix denied was ever the plan. Yet, as Milton writes in Paradise Lost, it is our core humanity—to be separate but united, apart and a part in simultaneity, simply to be, loved in hopeful paradox or at least to hover there in maybes.

Recounting the first moments of her life, for example, Milton’s Eve is alive with awe:

“That day I oft remember, when from sleep I first awak’t, and found my self repos’d Under a shade on flours, much wondring where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how. Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Of waters issu’d from a Cave and spread Into a liquid Plain, then stood unmov’d Pure as th’ expanse of Heav’n; I thither went With unexperienc’t thought, and laid me downe On the green bank, to look into the cleer Smooth Lake, that to me seem’d another Skie.”

Here, at the sensual apex of birth, images commingle and bathe us in an overwhelming liquidity. In direct antithesis to the virulent vanity so frequently used to mischaracterise her literal genesis, she is unaware that the reflection in the water is her own. Instead, she explains:

“As I bent down to look, just opposite, A Shape within the wat’ry gleam appeer’d Bending to look on me, I started back, It started back, but pleas’d I soon return’d, Pleas’d it return’d as soon with answering looks Of sympathie and love.”

Innocence lingers in the childlike gesture; this visual cat-and-mouse with the surface flicker she identifies only as her nature produces genuine fascination—not via a remote eye but with a cohesive perception of self and other. Something neither objective nor subjective but, rather, both. This mirroring process possesses of itself a charming veneer and, albeit flawed, speaks of connection with the decorative substance of her surroundings. However, soon filtered through the divine perspective of paternal authority, she becomes transformed, distorted—the archetypal sinner ripe for an allegorical picking:

                                   “there I had fixt Mine eyes till now, and pin’d with vain desire, Had not a voice thus warn’d me, What thou seest, What there thou seest fair Creature is thy self, With thee it came and goes: but follow me, And I will bring thee where no shadow staies Thy coming, and thy soft imbraces, hee Whose image thou art, him thou shall enjoy Inseparablie thine, to him shalt beare Multitudes like thy self, and thence be call’d Mother of human Race: what could I doe, But follow strait, invisibly thus led? Till I espi’d thee, fair indeed and tall, Under a Platan, yet methought less faire, Less winning soft, less amiablie milde, Then that smooth wat’ry image; back I turn’d.”

Framed in this way, she sees herself in retrospect, a narcissist forced to obey this godly call despite her abject longings. In his mouth, her aesthetic form is subverted to a “shadow” and, hence, she is stripped of agency, ordered to bear Adam’s primordial everything, without fear, without question. Even in language, she must be an echo of his discourse, a stagnant facsimile of his ideas alone. Rather to be alone, one is inclined to feel. Rather anything than this.

As for him, Adam cries:

                                             “Return fair Eve, Whom fli’st thou? whom thou fli’st, of him thou art, His flesh, his bone; to give thee being I lent Out of my side to thee, neerest my heart Substantial Life, to have thee by my side Henceforth an individual solace dear; Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim My other half.”

Thus unfolds his uncritical stance, solidified and maintained in the essence of his dominion yet as weak as the unformed clay from which he was reputedly forged to rule. Eve, in her turn, is a lost thing. Autonomy hangs in the peripherals of memory but cannot transfigure itself from abstract to singularity whilst his foundational condition must, by decree, invalidate hers.

Not that she rejects him; there’s no tangible reference to refusal. In fact, she accepts their interrelatedness, recalls his “gentle hand” and “[h]ow beauty is excell’d by manly grace/ And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.” Some might even call this love, here complicit on a precipice surrendered of its right to be unshackled.

Unchatteled, perchance?

And so with Eve, we discern the seed that asks as much, demands those raw permissions just to burn. But not with him so much as a spell of sole potential:

                                                     “with eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov’d, And meek surrender, half imbracing lean’d On our first Father, half her swelling Breast Naked met his.”

Sexual only so far as a fraction of the whole, his only so deep as a cursory caress purports to know one’s flesh, she is artfully detached. Still, yearning pervades her cognitive fervour—the sacred interior surfaced, this time, “half” in dream. At night, liberated from Adam’s mediating presence, she marvels at her Edenic idyll:

“With this her solemn Bird and this fair Moon, And these the Gemms of Heav’n, her starrie train: But neither breath of Morn when she ascends With charm of earliest Birds, nor rising Sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, floure, Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful Evening mild, nor silent Night With this her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon, Or glittering Starr-light without thee is sweet. But wherfore all night long shine these, for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?”

Vivid, vital, imagination roams this landscape that in slumber may be hers—discrete from him, unbridled. Subject to the female gaze—or, more broadly, to that of an individual unencumbered by blind faith or fealty—nature shines in harmony with an experiential wealth defined by independence. Concomitant with her own desires, she henceforth evolves.

Of course, a less forgiving interpretation might classify this—and her dream in its entirety—as a crude gateway to darkness, division. Even she weeps at first, fearing both the sheer possibility and prospective isolation of her solitude. Consequently, she returns to the bower with Adam seated protectively “[at] the door,” though it can be but a temporary retreat when her intimate communion with “bud and bloom” exemplifies a deeper drive for sovereign selfhood and the natural complements of the extrinsic realm.

As Milton writes:

“Was I to have never parted from thy side? As good have grown there still a liveless Rib.”

What, and what of me?—she exclaims. The rudimentary extension of him as her no longer holds despite the grief of a fractured union. Can she be blamed, excoriated for such? Is this not so much the devil in the details as a human set to live as if by heart? Fallible, perhaps—but true. And not unfelt, just preferred. Counter to senses long deprived and any masculine equivocations to their impoverished worth.

And yes, you can argue that none of this comes to pass without Satan’s machinations. But weak wills be damned. If Eve’s condemned to wear this anachronistic albatross around her neck, it will be by her choice not that of the petulant serpent beneath. She fled a dyadic construct, after all—fuck ladening her with more of the symbolic same, either then or in perpetuity.

Instead, Milton highlights distinctions as a prevailing theme and it is Satan’s precise appeal to them that forms the principal seduction. As he asserts:

“In this enclosure wild, these Beasts among, Beholders rude, and shallow to discerne Half what in thee is fair, one man except, Who sees thee? (and what is one?) who shouldst be seen A Goddess among Gods, ador’d and serv’d By Angels numberless, thy daily Train.”

Hence it seeps from innate psyche to elemental being, fecundity thrust through her own stricken blood and eased into a servile state no more. Is it vanity? Lust? Superficially, perhaps. But right there at its seeded crux, that apple proffers “reason”.

Still, once consumed, knowledge brings renewed remorse. Eve’s lament that “I extinct/ A death to think,” compels her to veer back to Adam for:

“So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.”

Recognised at last, affection swells. And Adam, for his part, emulates her in quite the same devotional vein:

“So forcible within my heart I feel The Bond of Nature draw me to my owne, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our State cannot be sever’d, we are one, One Flesh; to loose thee were to loose my self.”

Fusion, however, is not to be. Once rent, they are sentenced to be exiled forth. Nonetheless, Milton presents Eve as resolved in her constituent parts. An otherness unbound, sapience to displace shame, poised for extrapolation. In feminist terms, she is a sin transposed, piety in pursuit of self, the “narrow circuit” to be gone.

Does that make her like me, in me? Does it hell, or maybe heaven—who knows? Hermeneutics has its place, but honestly? She bequeaths an inheritance either way. Epistemologically, existentially. Unleashed from the standard tropes, pretensions. Free, and so because...

She thought—and fielded us tenacity to question.

[study-to-show-thyself-approved]

Leviticus 22:25  Neither from a stranger’s hand shall ye offer the bread of your God of any of these; because their corruption is in them, and blemishes be in them: they shall not be accepted for you.

now let us look this word “stranger’s” up in the Hebrew from the Strong’s Concordance: 

1121. בֵּן bên, bane; from 1129; a son (as a builder of the family name), in the widest sense (of lit. and fig. relationship, including grandson, subject, nation, quality or condition, etc., [like 1, 251, etc.]):—+ afflicted, age, [Ahoh-] [Ammon-] [Hachmon-] [Lev-]ite, [anoint-]ed one, appointed to, (+) arrow, [Assyr-] [Babylon-] [Egypt-] [Grec-]ian, one born, bough, branch, breed, + (young) bullock, + (young) calf, × came up in, child, colt, × common, × corn, daughter, × of first, + firstborn, foal, + very fruitful, + postage, × in, + kid, + lamb, (+) man, meet, + mighty, + nephew, old, (+) people, + rebel, + robber, × servant born, × soldier, son, + spark, + steward, + stranger, × surely, them of, + tumultuous one, + valiant[-est], whelp, worthy, young (one), youth.

Now, from the Vine’s Bible Dictionary:

bēn (בֵּן, 1121), “son.” bat (בֵּן, 1323), “daughter.” These nouns are derived from the verb bānāh. They are actually different forms of the same noun, which occurs in nearly every Semitic language (except Ethiopic and Akkadian). Biblical occurrences number over 5,550 in the Hebrew and about 22 in Aramaic. Basically, this noun represents one’s immediate physical male or female offspring. For example, Adam “begat sons and daughters” (Gen. 5:4). The special emphasis here is on the physical tie binding a man to his offspring. The noun can also be used of an animal’s offspring: “Binding his foal unto the vine, and his ass’s colt unto the choice vine …” (Gen. 49:11). Sometimes the word ben, which usually means “son,” can mean “children” (both male and female). God told Eve that “in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children” (Gen. 3:16—the first occurrence of this noun). The words ben and bat can signify “descendants” in general—daughters, sons, granddaughters, and grandsons. Laban complained to Jacob that he had not allowed him “to kiss my sons and my daughters” (Gen. 31:28; cf. v. 43). The phrase, “my son,” may be used by a superior to a subordinate as a term of familiar address. Joshua said to Achan, “My son, give, I pray thee, glory to the Lord God of Israel …” (Josh. 7:19). A special use of “my son” is a teacher’s speaking to a disciple, referring to intellectual or spiritual sonship: “My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not” (Prov. 1:10). On the lips of the subordinate, “son” signifies conscious submission. Ben-hadad’s servant Hazael took gifts to Elisha, saying, “Thy son Benhadad king of Syria hath sent me to thee” (2 Kings 8:9). Ben can also be used in an adoption formula: “Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee” (Ps. 2:7). Ben often is used in this sense of a king’s relationship to God (i.e., he is God’s adopted son). Sometimes the same word expresses Israel’s relationship to God: “When Israel was a child, then I loved him, and called my son out of Egypt” (Hos. 11:1). The Bible also refers to the heavenly court as the “sons of God” (Job 1:6). God called the elders of Israel the “sons [KJV, “children”] of the Most High” (Ps. 82:6). In Gen. 6:2, the phrase “sons of God” is variously understood as members of the heavenly court, the spiritual disciples of God (the sons of Seth), and the boastful among mankind. Ben may signify “young men” in general, regardless of any physical relationship to the speaker: “And [I] beheld among the simple ones, I discerned among the youths, a young man void of understanding” (Prov. 7:7). A city may be termed a “mother” and its inhabitants its “sons”: “For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee” (Ps. 147:13). Ben is sometimes used to mean a single individual; thus Abraham ran to his flock and picked out a “son of a cow” (Gen. 18:7). The phrase “son of man” is used in this sense—God is asked to save the poor individuals, not the children of the poor (Ps. 72:4). Ben may also denote a member of a group. An example is a prophet who followed Elijah (1 Kings 20:35; cf. Amos 7:14). This noun may also indicate someone worthy of a certain fate—e.g., “a stubborn and rebellious son” (Deut. 21:18). Used figuratively, “son of” can mean “something belonging to”—e.g., “the arrow [literally, “the son of a bow”] cannot make him flee” (Job 41:28).

a person cut of from their people means God cut one off off from their people Israel, a branch that is cut off from the Olive Tree which then makes them a stranger of God’s people; however a person that is cut off can be grafted back in IF they repent and change their ways and do what is right in the sight of the LORD.

Now one from the wild olive tree can be grafted in, see (Acts chapter 10 and Romans Chapter 11).

Also see Genesis 4:3-6,  even Cain that is of the wild olive tree, being the first Kenite/tare had the chance to  be grafted in if he would do what was right, and love, and obey God, but he choose to hate, and kill his brother Abel.

[jotunn-loki]

no penance due to innocence

FANDOM: tom hiddleston rpf, mcu rpf PAIRING: tom hiddleston/reader RATING: explicit, NS// FW!! WC: 4,544 WARNINGS/K¡NKS: female!reader, professor/student, daddy k¡nk, praise k¡nk, schoolgirl fantasy, age difference/age k¡nk, voice k¡nk, degradation, spanking, dom!hiddles, sub!reader, pain k¡nk, not a warning but hiddles in suit/glasses/beard

SUMMARY:  Despite your best interests, you can't help but fantasize about your classics professor, Tom Hiddleston. But as it may seem, your thoughts may not be so fruitless after all...

NOTE: the title is a line from John Donne's poem "to his mistress going to bed" which is partially quoted in this fic--you'll see! imagine Hiddles reciting it hehe. also, i typically don't use "y/n" in my fics, but this fic does use "Miss Y/LN" (your last name) thrice! not in the heat of the smut but near the beginning and end:) enjoy!

It was nearly seven p.m.

Tom Hiddleston, your classics professor, stood at the front of the lecture hall, one hand wrapped elegantly around a remote clicker and the other adjusting his glasses as he spoke.

You loved his voice; everyone in the class did—the smooth richness of it, the authentic Britishness that was so short in supply at your American university, the elegance and intent he put into each and every syllable. He obviously was quite passionate about his subject, which made not only for a fascinating class, but an attentive group of students. You were sure that there was no one in the section who ever dared to not pay attention to his lectures, much less skip it completely. Why would anyone want to miss the crisp tightness of Professor Hiddleston’s custom-tailored suits or the soft unintentional growl in his voice when he read aloud a section from your readings? He was a talented actor in that regard, but you were glad he had never gone into such an industry...otherwise you wouldn’t be able to watch him in class now, listen to him, soaking in every bit of his perfection.

And that, truly, was the reason that you loved this class most of all. While you were ashamed to admit it, after the seventy-five minutes you spent in the Intro to British Literature lecture, your underwear was always slightly damp as you rose from your seat and tried to ignore your mortification as you passed by the man you couldn’t stop thinking about on the way out of the door, murmuring a quiet, “Thank you, Professor.”

It was the same now, and you could barely focus on the class’s content while Professor Hiddleston turned from one completely filled up white board to the next, giving you a splendid view of his glorious tight ass. You shifted in your seat in what you hoped was an inconspicuous way and turned away. This was getting out of hand. You almost were wondering if you needed to drop the class altogether, purely for your own sanity.

But then again—if every student in the class did that, there would be no one left in the section.

Now Professor Hiddleston was running a hand over his beautiful dirty blonde beard, thinking for a moment before he wrote the next name upon the board. John Donne, it read, and you suddenly remembered the poem you had been assigned to read the night prior. It was short, less than one hundred lines, which had lent for easy reading, even for the turn of the sixteenth century. But that wasn’t, of course, what had drawn your attention. The poem was unashamedly erotic, a scene about undressing, a mistress and her lover, vulnerability between them both.

And now, to your absolute undoing, Professor Hiddleston had decided that it was a good idea to read it aloud. You could barely breathe as he spoke, as he again, acted, the poetry, each line sending you further into a frenzy. Around you, the class held its collective breath as well, creating an unnatural silence. Not even a paper moved, nor did a pen drop.

“...shew / thy self: cast all, yea, this white linen hence / there is no penance due to innocence / to teach thee, I am naked first; why then / what needst thou have more covering than a man,” Hiddleston finished with a flourish, a slight smirk on those perfect lips. His eyes roved around the room thoughtfully, that smirk dissolving into an unabashed grin. “Quite the charmer, Donne thought himself to be,” he added with a laugh. “We can thank him for that.”

Suddenly, his eyes locked with yours, and you could have sworn that he swallowed as he looked at you. Or perhaps that was just a stupid hope. You twisted your lips and looked away abruptly, missing the narrowing of his eyes and the way his hand ran down his tie and fiddled with its tip.

Soon enough, class was over, the hour just passed, and you gathered your things, stuffing the poems you had printed out into your bag and rising from your seat with a grimace. Your body had found itself aroused. Again. Thankfully, now that your day was finished, you’d be able to make it back to the dorms with minimal consequence, and you knew it would be a few hours before your roommate to return, so you’d have a solid amount of time to...get your professor off of your mind.

But as you turned the corner from the descending steps between the rows of chairs towards the door, a voice cleared itself behind you. Heart pumping, you pivoted to find Professor Hiddleston standing there, one hand rolling up the sleeves of his crisp shirt up to his elbows, revealing lean but corded muscle there under smooth pale skin.

“Y-yes, Professor?” you asked him, trying not to let your voice shake. It was almost as if he could read your thoughts, sense that you were clearly horny and in need of leaving the fucking lecture hall.

“I need to speak with you privately,” he murmured, and you couldn’t help but clench tightly and swallow.

“About what, sir?” you asked.

Hiddleston smiled. “Just grades. Your recent performance.” Seeing your confounded face, he added, “Nothing serious, of course.”

Slowly, you nodded. “When should I come?”

You didn’t miss the slip there, the unintentional double-meaning, but as it would seem, neither did he, as Hiddleston’s pleasant smile slid into a heavily lidded smirk, one eyebrow raising.

No. It couldn’t be. Professor fucking Hiddleston—into you? Just another one of his sophomore students who was most likely taking the course solely for a humanities credit? Granted, you were not one of those—you loved classic English prose and poetry, but it was such a large class that most of them were not that into the subject.

“Right now,” Professor Hiddleston said then, gesturing for you to follow him. Eyes widening, your hand tightened around the strap of your bag and you waited for him to gather his teaching materials before you both left the lecture hall promptly.

His office was not far, only a few floors up. Luckily, you did not have far to go, as it was in the same building, and so you did not have to dwell in the anxious interim stage for long.

The office itself was spacious and graciously private, with a large modern window that looked out onto the urban campus of your university, and a shade that was currently rolled up to the top. There was a large mahogany desk as well, old-fashioned as you had expected, and a luxurious chair that sat behind it. A plush violet-colored rug laid on the floor as well, completing the look.

You had been purposefully avoiding office hours for this class all semester, unable to trust yourself in such close proximity to your professor. It seems that your goal had now been foiled by the man himself. Oh, well. Hopefully this would be quick, and you wouldn’t have to endure this torture for long.

Sighing, Hiddleston sat himself down behind his desk and rolled the chair away from it, hands steepled with his elbows on his thighs. His thighs... which were currently separated far apart in the most attractive manspread you’d ever seen, no matter what an oxymoron that may have been in any other situation. But not in this one. Not here, with Professor Hiddleston, alone.

This man who you could guess was around forty years old. This man who was probably over twenty years your senior. Unwittingly, the thought sent another stroke of heat down to your pussy. Oh, god. Biting your lip, you waited for him to speak.

He seemed to enjoy holding you in suspense for a moment, that infuriating grin still plastered across that handsome face. “You must have wondered why I called you here.”

“Yes, sir.”

At that, his grin disappeared, and something else crossed his face instead, something much darker, much hungrier. “I do love it when you call me that.”

You gulped. “What’s that, Professor?”

“Either of those,” he replied, that familiar growl filling his voice. “And you must know by now that I don’t give a damn about your grades. That is your own business...besides, you are doing excellently in my class.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you just smiled and crossed your hands behind your back.

“No...you’re here because you are far too distracting. It’s causing me problems during lectures. That is an issue,” Hiddleston said, spreading his legs even wider.

“I...hadn’t noticed that, sir.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” he replied simply, that prim accent making it all the better. “I wouldn’t be a good lecturer if I allowed myself to be easily affected by a student...even if you are as stunning as you are.” His eyes flashed. “I wonder...are you doing this on purpose, darling?”

Mouth parting, you shook your head.

“Mm,” Hiddleston murmured, scratching the side of his beard slowly. “I don’t know about that. Are you sure?”

“Why would I be so willing to entice you, Professor?” you asked him, willing yourself not to collapse where you stood.

Hiddleston dropped his hand and ran it instead along the inside of his thigh. Your eyes widened and you had to avert your gaze. “Because you want me as much as I have lusted after you,” he said huskily in reply.

When you didn’t respond, throat too tight to speak, he stood, edging around the side of his desk. “Admit it, Miss Y/LN,” he said sternly.

He was so close to you now, just an inch away. You could barely intake breath—no, scratch that, you couldn’t breathe at all.

After a painful moment, you nodded.

“Say it,” he whispered.

“Yes,” you squeaked, eyes flitting to his, a bright, intense blue.

“Yes, what?”

Steeling yourself, you brought your hand to his chest. “Yes, Professor Hiddleston.”

“Good girl.”

You clenched again, barely withholding an audible moan. Still, Hiddleston had spotted your near slip, and he grinned, bringing one of his large hands to cover yours where it was placed on his chest and entwine both of your fingers. “Say yes to me, then. And I will give you what you so crave.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. “Yes, Professor Hiddleston. Please.”

“That’s my good girl,” he said again. “Now. Undress.”

You gawked at him. “Excuse me?”

Hiddleston snatched both of your wrists then, pulling you right to his chest so that your bodies were pressed together. “You do want me to fuck you, Miss Y/LN, don’t you?”

Quickly, you nodded.

“Then do as I say,” he hissed.

You complied easily, removing first your bag from your shoulders and then your light jacket. You hesitated only a moment before sliding your fingers under the hem of your shirt and lifting it from your head, exposing your skin to the slight chill of the room. Still, everything inside you was fire, and it only burned hotter as Hiddleston inhaled deeply, taking in the sight of your breasts, hidden only by the bra that cupped them gently. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “Just like I imagined.”

Your breath quickened at that. It was terribly gratifying to know that he had fantasized about you, his student, just as you had fantasized about him, your professor. So you smiled at him through your lashes, putting on a facade of demureness.

“Now, don’t give me that,” Hiddleston automatically smirked, grabbing your jaw and holding it tightly. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “I know how dirty your thoughts have been, my dear, and it would be a lie for you to pretend otherwise, wouldn’t it?”

Unable to help yourself, you whimpered. Beside your ear, Professor Hiddleston laughed. “Whore.”

You held your breath as he then unbuckled your bra, the garment in his hands looking like it belonged there—and leaving your breasts bare. “Professor,” you murmured as he leaned forward, cupping both of them in his large hands and placing a kiss to each nipple. “Professor—fuck—”

CRACK.

There was a sharp stinging feeling on your ass, and you realized that Hiddleston had just spanked you—actually spanked you—and was now leaning onto his desk casually again, this time with a stormy expression on his face. His chin tilted upwards in disgust as he said, “Such foul language. When have I ever tolerated that, little one?”

When you didn’t answer, he raised an eyebrow. “That wasn’t rhetorical.”

“You didn’t, sir,” you said meekly, grimacing from the pain. You could only imagine what it would have felt like without clothing to cover the sensitive skin of your ass.

“Hence why I needed to punish you,” Professor Hiddleston said matter-of-factly, which somehow only turned you on even further. His confident nonchalance made you want to kneel before him and unbuckle those perfectly-pressed trousers, but you managed to hold yourself together.

It wasn’t long before you were standing before him naked, trying fruitlessly to hold in a tremble as Professor Hiddleston circled your body, eyeing every part of you. “So,” he said when he’d finally turned to face you eye-to-eye again. “You not only are extremely intelligent, but you are a goddess among humans. You look so innocent, but I know you aren’t. Not with those eyes.”

It was true. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself from looking at him the way you had been doing all semester.

“Intelligent, sir?”

Hiddleston smiled gently and stepped toward you, finally encircling you in his arms. His hands, placed firmly on your upper back, slowly slid down to cup your ass, pulling you against his form. You could feel the strain of his crotch there, and your heart pounded at the thought. You still couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Yes, intelligent,” Hiddleston murmured, brushing a light kiss on your cheek, your jaw, your lips. “Your textual analysis of Much Ado About Nothing a few months ago was one of the best interpretations I’d ever seen.”

Had it been? You’d only been commenting about the way that it had impacted modern fictional tropes and set up socially acceptable gender roles in romance, but you supposed that it had been written in such a way that had greatly pleased Professor Hiddleston.

“Do not be so hard on yourself,” he said then, as if he could sense your thoughts. “Truly...you are a pleasure to have in class.”

You felt your body tense at the way he said ‘pleasure,’ for he certainly knew what he was doing. “Even if I am distracting to you?” you asked.

“Especially when you are distracting to me.”

With that, he pinched your ass firmly between two large fingers and you yelped, flinching into his arms. You felt the outline of his hard cock in his trousers again and squirmed against it, desperately needing friction. “P-Professor—”

He tsked quietly. “Such a cockslut you are, my little schoolgirl begging for me,” Hiddleston tutted. You felt your arousal even stronger as your mind filled with the fantasy he had planted there, imaging yourself in high stockings and a short skirt, a pure virgin teenager with no experience.

Luckily, that was not the case, but he was your professor, and if anyone found out that he’d fucked you, you’d both be in serious trouble. It only made the whole thing more exciting.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered. “Professor, I need you—”

“What did I say about foul language, little girl?” Hiddleston said sharply. “Or do you think yourself above such formalities and rules now that you are standing naked like a filthy whore in my office?”

You moaned, and without warning, Professor Hiddleston threw you against the dark mahogany desk so that you were facing away from him, clapping a hand across your ass again. Your eyes watered from the sudden pain, but you only bit your lip, loving every bit of it.

Hiddleston leaned over you so that you could feel his hardness against your body again and tilted your tear-stained face towards him. You watched him remove his glasses silently and place them beside you on his desk, smirking all the while. “You are going to count for me now, alright, my dear?”

You nodded, tensing your body in preparation.

And then it came without warning, his hand on your backside with a sharp cracking sound, leaving the feeling of fire against your skin. You cried out in pain, and Professor Hiddleston cleared his throat.

Oh. “One,” you whispered quietly. “But, Professor Hiddleston, won’t anyone hear?”

He let out a soft laugh at that. “I’ve been tenured here long enough that no one else of importance is in the vicinity, little one. But who knows…”

With a self-satisfied laugh, he spanked you again.

“T-Two,” you said.

Crack. “Three.”

Crack. “Four.”

Crack. “Five.”

With each spank, your voice grew stronger, more sturdy, and you relished in the sting of your ass stuck out behind you and caressed by your professor’s hands. He was rubbing it now, a gentle reprieve before he hit you again, this one harder than the rest.

You shrieked and gripped the edge of the desk, feeling the wetness of your cunt moistening your legs. “Oh, Professor Hiddleston,” you moaned. “Hit me harder, please, Daddy—”

The word slipped out of your mouth without expectation from either you or him, and you immediately stilled, feeling embarrassment cloud your senses.

“You are a kinky bitch,” Hiddleston murmured softly, and he ran a hand along the top of your head, even as you lay panting over the edge of his desk. It made you feel lesser, somehow, and you wanted that. You needed it.

“Be a good girl then, and take what Daddy gives you.”

The spank following was the hardest of them all, making you buck into the desk in all its force. “T-Tom!” you cried. You needed release, now, and him building you up was starting to irritate you.

“One more,” he said through gritted teeth, and you tensed as a final slap hit your backside, causing your eyes to water in pain as you heaved against the desk, nearly bringing you over the edge in and of itself.

“I can’t wait to see that bruise up nicely,” said Professor Hiddleston smugly, flipping you over as you let out a pained hiss. “And now that you’ve been adequately punished, I will give you what you’ve been longing for.”

You let out a long sound, something that was a mix between a contented sigh and a broken moan, and watched as he tore off his belt buckle and pulled out his cock, hard and weeping and flushed a very eager red. “Ready, darling?”

You nodded quickly before your nerves could get the better of you.

He raised his eyebrows at you expectantly.

“Yes, Daddy,” you murmured, still feeling the familiar tendrils of embarrassment creeping across your neck.

Professor Hiddleston—Tom—smirked and spread your legs with each of those gorgeous large hands, gripping the flesh of your thighs. Between them, you were on fire, evidenced further by the wetness dripping from your core.

“Oh, my dear,” Tom whispered with an air of disappointment, though it was impossible not to see how pleased he was. “You’re so wet.”

“Mm—” was all you could say. With him standing over you, eyes boring into your pussy and flitting back to your face every few moments it was all you could do not to scream.

Suddenly his fingers were upon you—within you, and you let out a long moan as he pumped them deftly, the other hand gripping his own cock. As you panted, completely at his whims, Tom grunted, his eyes fluttering closed.

But then, just as you felt yourself reach your peak, body begging to throw itself off into the abyss, he stopped. “Daddy,” you whined, pouting at him. “Why did you stop?”

“I had to, little one,” he murmured gently, running his hand along the inside of your thigh and sending shivers across your skin. But though you bucked your hips forward into his touch, Tom didn’t continue, only let out a smug chuckle. “I want this to take a long time, my dear. I want every part of your body to remember that I was here. I want it to know—I want you to know—that it belongs to me. Understand?”

You swallowed. “Yes, Professor Hiddleston.”

“Good.” The word was sharp, succinct, radiating with pure dominance. You clenched at the sound of it.

And unfortunately for you, your professor had witnessed that with his very own eyes. Immediately, you felt a sharp sting against the same spot on your thigh where he’d just been caressing, and you squealed. “Professor!”

“Whore,” he spat, pushing your upper body flat onto the desk. “I told you that you needed to be patient, didn’t I? Didn’t I?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy…”

“And you disobeyed me,” he replied calmly. “So you deserved that, little one.”

You let out a small sound of assent and he kissed your lips softly. “Now, let’s continue. You’re doing so well, my darling.”

He slid those fingers along the inside of your thigh and caressed the sensitive skin where your legs met your cunt, tickling your skin. You tried to hold in a laugh and failed, a small hiccup escaping your lips. Tom glanced up at you and smirked. “My poor little girl,” he teased.

You smiled at him and bit your lip. “Daddy?”

“Yes?”

You couldn’t help the whine that slipped into your voice. Honestly, it awed you. Less than an hour ago you were afraid to even make eye contact with Professor Hiddleston for fear of your own sexual desires; now you were sitting on his expensive desk bare naked with your legs spread for him and pussy dripping with unquenched arousal. Still, he refused to bring you release.

“Will you please fuck me?” you asked him softly, sweetly. “I need your cock, Professor.”

You could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he tried to hide the way your words affected him, So you pushed out your bottom lip and bared your breasts forward to him for good measure. “ Please.”

Where he had been gentle and sensitive a moment ago, Tom was no longer holding back. “What happened to ‘you need to be patient?’” you hissed as he flipped you over, bending you over the desk as he’d done before.

“Hush, my little whore,” Tom grunted as he shifted behind you, and you could feel the head of his cock nudging at your entrance impatiently. Hypocrisy at its finest, but you couldn’t care less. “You’re going to take all of me, and I will be merciless,” Tom whispered as he took your hands and pinned them beneath his own on the desk. “Do you understand?”

You nodded, difficult as the action was in your current position.

“No,” Tom said softly. “I don’t think you do.” He sighed dramatically as he pinched the spare skin on your hip, making you squeak in pleasure. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, gravellier...that same cadence he had when he’d read some of those poems. “You’re going to take every inch of my cock, and it’s going to be painful for you, my dear. But I’m not going to go slow, not going to rest and wait for you to adjust. And only when you’re begging for me, crying for me like the whore you are will I finally let you come.”

“Oh, Tom,” you moaned and he chucked. “Yes, that’s right, baby. Moan my name. I haven’t even entered you yet.”

You couldn’t even feel the embarrassment hit your mind; you were too fazed over with the anticipation of him fucking you. “Please—”

Then he was pushing into you, and you groaned in pain. He had been right—this was unlike any other man you’d previously fucked. He was large, but just perfectly so; you felt as if the pain inside your cunt should live there forever. His hips snapped as he thrusted into you again, and you pushed your ass into the air to get more friction. “Oh, Professor Hiddleston—”

“Yes, fuck yes,” he panted as his thrusts sped up, and he moved one hand off of yours to finger at your clit. Sensation flooded you, and you cried out again. You could feel the warmth and power of his body behind you, even through the now-sweaty formal shirt he wore. And you could feel the coolness of the desk against your skin, and the rising pleasure throughout your body. “Tom, fuck—”

“Remember what I said?” he growled. “Beg.”

You couldn’t resist. “Please, Daddy, let me come! I want to come so bad around your cock, Professor. Fill me up—please—”

He grunted in pleasure at your words, and you ground into his fingers where they worked at your clit as he continued to pound into you. Each thrust sent you higher, hitting your g-spot just perfectly. “That’s my good girl,” Tom cooed gently, such a contrast to the violet strokes of his body. “You’re doing so well for Daddy. See how well you take my cock? That’s right, little one. Keep grinding into me. Such a good whore—”

At that, you moaned, grimacing in pleasure. “Can I come yet, Daddy?”

“Not yet, my darling,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I need you to be louder for me. I need everyone to know that you belong to me. That you’re my little cockslut who’s only taking this class so you can fuck your professor like a filthy whore.”

“Please let me come, sir!” you cried, bucking into him. You let out a loud cry as he nipped at your shoulder, teeth digging into your skin. “Yes, my good girl. Scream for me.”

“Tom!” you shouted. A shudder coursed through you at the possibility of someone hearing you, but in your haze of pleasure, you could barely notice. “Professor, please—”

Finally, he chuckled, and his thumb pressed tightly into your clit. “Come,” he commanded in a low voice, and you did, gasping as you rolled against his touch and felt his cock find release within your walls and he cried out your name.

“ Tom ,” you moaned, eyes rolling backwards. “Oh, Tom… ”

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, caressing your neck with his free hand. “My sweet darling.”

You were both breathing hard, covered in sweat, and an utter mess against the rich wood of Professor Hiddleston’s desk. “I’m—I’m sorry,” you stuttered, coming back to your senses. “I...didn’t realize. This all happened so fast…”

But to your surprise, Tom only chuckled, helping you to stand and wrapping his arms around you. “No, my dear. This isn’t over yet.”

“It’s not?”

“No,” he repeated. “I wouldn’t let you go so easily.”

You swallowed, feeling a pleasant flush spread across your body as you met his gaze. “So…”

Tom smiled. “I will see you on Tuesday, Miss Y/LN.”

As disheveled as you were, and most likely smelling of sex as you left his office, you couldn’t help the giddy feeling that had risen within you. You would see him again, and soon.

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