回「旧约故事」
这一段故事发生在摩西带领以色列人出埃及(一,二,三,四,五)之后。他们攻占了迦南地,按十二部落(Twelve Tribes of Israel)在各自分封的地盘里定居下来。
其中犹大(Judah)部落,被分在耶路撒冷(Jerusalem)以南的希伯仑四周。在封地的北部有一座小城,现在还很不起眼,但在以后会赫赫有名:未来的大卫王(David)和耶稣(Jesus)的出生地,伯利恒(Bethlehem)。
这一年,「国中遭遇饥荒」,伯利恒这里有一个犹太人叫以利米勒(Elimelech),妻子叫拿俄米(Naomi)。夫妻俩还有两个儿子,一家四口逃到邻国摩押(Moab)躲避饥荒。
Elimelech and his Wife Naomi with their Two Sons leaving Bethlehem after a famine, copy of 16th…
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From the Garden of Eden to the New Jerusalem
“The eyes of all look to You in hope; You give them their food as they need it.” — Psalm 145:15 (NLT)
One of the most encouraging themes in the Bible is the faithful provision of God. He is not only our Creator, Savior, Shepherd, and Father—He is also our Provider.
The first pages of the Bible reveal God providing everything Adam and Eve needed to…
( Disclaimer : I write this data if there is a happenstance that there is a human reading my stuff with an intent to help me find my world my Realm and Help Me, Return to Our Dimension )
There's No Such Thing As A Black Human
there's African-American
there are no black humans
😈 <- Black
&
👨🏿<- African/African-American . . .
Black = Dark, Evil, Negative, Demonic or Demon, Evil Energy . . .
there's no such thing as a dark human, humans are never dark in the end times humans become unbelievably fucking dark
👹👹👹 <- Humanity ! ! !
humans become unbelievably evil, but that evil is not pure
evil comes off of the darkness like heat comes off a fire.
that evil is pure it's natural it's clean it's intentful, that's what you call Holy evil or holy Darkness, sacred Darkness natural Darkness. my point to this is that there are no humans in our universe. no I'm not going to say I know our universe and all that is out there but I can say what a fraction of a doubt there was no humans and there really wasn't even humanoids.
I'm not Fucking with you. humans didn't exist in our universe. and here I am in the Light Aether & Heaven & The Elysian Fields, Are Within The Range And The Vicinity of, The Light Aether, & it's Domain . . .
Midgard Was Created By The Light Aether as Well . . .
My overall point with this, is that in our world in our universe, there was no worship of the light there was no Divinity of the light, only in the beginning and the only temporarily there was a God but God left our universe the Shadow Queen literally scared him out we literally saw him abandoning as quickly as possible, the only thing a deities is afraid of is another deity, Everything else is Pathetic to them . . .
Yaldabaoth is Not as Demonicly Powerful as one Might Think . . .
& ( The Aether's Where Created By The Force's, They Are Not The Force of Divinity Them Self, And Universe's & Realm's Are With in The vicinity of The Aether's, But a Dark Universe, or a Black Universe, Can Be Called a Dark Aether as Well . . . )
we call her or she's called The Shadow Queen but no one knows what her real name is & she answers directly from, The Pleroma, she's connected directly to the highest deepest parts of the Divine realm serving and doing her Divine role of keeping motherly life to all demonic beings all evil creatures and all spirits of natural Darkness, she's a malevolent mother for my Malevolent being's . . .
you see in our universe humans absolutely, did not Exist.
Angels The Zeta reticuli human DNA midgard this is all otherworldly stuff extraterrestrial, Ultra dimensional
This Is Otherworldly Shit, and I'm stuck in that world that realm in that reality
I just wanted to let you know that human DNA does not exist in our universe human nature human spirituality human psychology only and strictly exists within, The Light Aether From The Holy Divine Force of Positive Energy or aka The Divinity of Light
The Spiritually of Light . . .
they exist you guys exist in a parallel Dimension entirely separate from us a universe a Darkness malevolent being evil Wicked creatures The Realm of Darkness is not a punishment and evil there is not a transgression it's nature, in that room chaos demonic evil and wicked are all things that are holy and sacred there is nothing but savagery brutality and Chaos there is nothing but evil it's not a lesser round that you humans constantly dishonestly speak of I don't know why you need to beat your chest and flex so God damn hard, YANG AIN'T GREATER THEN YIN . . .
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and with that being said, I just want to let you know a little piece of our goddamn Universe in World despite all the other Shadow we have biz and although warped and twisted things the human talk about you humans exist in an entire reality that's absolutely different it's like the shittiest version of Alice in wonderland our universe is all about chaos and this universe is all about Order
you human beings are the polar opposite in every possible fucking way about us
you are 100% in every way of your mind your body and apple your soul the absolute opposite of us when the human being dies may come out of the body as being the pure light when I die I come out of the body as being a pure Darkness 😡 I don't belong in this world
in our world there is no sunshine
there is no light
there are no stars there is no Divinity of light there is just endless amounts of negative energy in different types of dark energy evil energy is so God damn fucking black is so God damn dark that a demon in the religion of Satanism would literally die there because they can't handle the evil energy, the evil energy is darker than stupid Baphomet, Lucifer can't even handle it the energy is so dark so demonic so wicked so Ultra concentrate of negative energy it's darker and blacker than the fucking heart of Erebus, I mean no disrespect to him
but you don't understand that the level of negative energy I'm trying to communicate
you can't understand the how absolutely a Abyssal this place is, The Shadow Queen is infinite Darkness & Chaos
she's infant unlimited negative energy, the whole universe is a Heart of Darkness
I'm trying to get you to understand just how fucking dark this universe is how black it is how demonic it is it's so dark the human mind can't fathom it the human mind can't understand it the human mind is not able to consciously conceive of it
it's evil greater than hell, it's a place darker than hell
it's not something cutie, it's not something you get to wear some Gothic clothes and say that you're edgy it's a level of evil you can't even understand it's infinitely more evil than Fallen Angel, And More Eldrich Then Elder God : Chululu
More Surreal, Then Alice in Wonderland, this Dimension is simply known as, The Dark Aether
it's literally a place where human beings can't exist
the soul the mind the body everything that makes a human a human any part of a human being cannot exist there this is why the human race can only exist within the vicinity of the father their Holy Father
&
( Both of The Force's are Connected To The Source of All of Reality aka The Pleroma aka Monad . . . Quit . . . Calling it The Holy Father it is Not Male nor Female it is Everything & Nothing, it is Infinity Beyond a Deity, Even a Primordial . . . )
The Light Aether
so when I say to you human I tell you to reach out to your Holy Father and become one with that father of wife that God of Light
and never go into the darkness human you're not meant to be there Satanist or just as you humans would say edgy twats, edgy Fuck's, they're fucking edgy because there's no level of evil that a human being can commit that can come anywhere near that level of Darkness
the human soul is simply not capable of that level of evil and I've seen some truly horrible dark things a humans do it true crime I've seen the most horrible shit on the internet I've seen the darkest animes and it's all pathetic and comparison
I've seen a lot of really Ultra extremely fucked up stuff the humans have done when it comes to crime I seen the most heinous human being the most evil shit I read your history I seen all the darkness of dark I seen The Satanist I seen this secret societies I'm still fucking trying to tell your dumbass that this world cannot produce that level of Darkness of the other side you can't understand you can't conceive you don't fucking get it, AND I DON'T EVEN THINK OF THE LANGUAGE ON THE EARTH THAT WILL GIVE ME THE ABILITY TO EXPLAIN TO YOU JUST HOW FUCKING DARK IT IS ! ! !
you don't understand true evil, pure evil
Ultra Demonic
it's more violent than Mortal Kombat on top of it all
Mortal Kombat is a joke the level of evil of Mortal Kombat you might as well see two puppies fighting over a chewy
THIS IS MORTAL KOMBAT, IN COMPARISON . . .
oh ! the Horror . . .
I'm trying to get you to understand in our universe reality did not stay still nothing was the way it was you could leave a room and come back and it would have something there waiting to kill you you could leave a room and everything is twisted and worked you could leave a room and come back and it be an open space of nature
nothing in reality was the way it is meant to be but it's meant to be that way
trying to explain what life is like over there is going to sound like constant schizophrenic babble on the internet because again the human mind simply can't understand life that's not naturally orderly
human mind needs things to be orderly they see the world around and they think that's exactly what it is because they're so used to the order of God
and they do not have a mind they can handle the chaos of the Goddess their mind can't understand reality warping and twisting and changing imagine being stuck on LSD and DMT the rest of your existence and you never come off of it and the trippiness and the surrealness never stops peeking and getting more fucked up reality is warping and twisting every second of the Mandela effect it doesn't stop changing what you remember the minute ago is not that anymore reality will stop changing time has no limit of speed of warping changing and twisting the future is the past and the past is the future
when you're not going forward or backwards but you're still arriving there
the goddess moves you side to side throughout space and time the future is the past and the past is the future and everything is a Quantum superposition of everything else so everything is a Quantum superposition of a superposition of a superposition
AND IT NEVER ENDS ! ! !
it's almost like all the dimensions come to dance throughout chaos from the first Dimension to the 12th Dimension and Beyond . . .
And, it's all negative energy it's all chaos and Femininity
no matter how much I try to explain what it's like to live in the Dark Aether, ULTIMATELY, I'M GOING TO BE BREAKING EVERY LANGUAGE IN THE WORLD
because the human mind simply can't fathom what that reality is like the human mind needs order it can't understand chaos
the human mind simply breaks when it meets chaos
the human mind needs order It need to plan anything destination the human mind cannot exist on chaos and pure wilderness, absolute wild without control
the human soul can't handle that
chaos is not something the human can comprehend and when they die their soul turn to light and they go back to the light
After two Georgia women and an infant were killed in a car crash, a telling photograph showed what many think was their path to heaven.
WHEN HUMAN DIE
THEY RETURN TO THE LIGHT
but if you shine light on anything in our universe
A story of how Javier's horse came to be.
A story written for @caughtinred's wonderful Javier zine! It was an honour to write a little something for it!
(Ao3 link)
Del Lobos.
What can I say that hasn't already been said about them, eh?
Okay, one thing.
Their relationship with their caballos, their horses.
They treated them well enough for their benefit — surprisingly, not terrible. After all, a dead caballo is only good for leather and a meal, not as useful for raiding, escaping from the law. In my observations, they showed little affection beyond brushing and patting, at least when together. Perhaps for the best; they lived a perilous life they had no say in — the men knew, and chose not to get too attached. Likewise, when a Del Lobo was killed, the horse suffered little heartbreak and was free to return to their old life. I've seen many wearing the saddle of their former rider, decaying from the passage of time, the wickedness of nature.
The Del Lobos prefer a sturdy mount: a Mustang. A wild strain that could be found from the scrubby deserts of New Austin — the toughest — throughout West Elizabeth, Ambarino, and the Heartlands. They're scarce in Scarlett Meadows; the less that is said about why, the better. Civilisation and horses come at crossroads in Saint Denis; the hardy breed of the plains is of little value to high society. Purebreds are favoured there as a mount and for carriage; sadly, more status symbol than a treasured pareja, a partner.
The bond the van der Linde gang had with their horses? Inseparable.
A man's class has little use for the horse — it is of the quality of the man holding the reins.
Inspired by the Del Lobos, I was bound and determined to gentle a Mustang — but unlike those unfortunate creatures, I wanted to form a strong bond.
I even dreamed of the horse before I saw him — a grey overo stallion.
I have nothing against mares or geldings — some of the smartest, most trusted I've had were geldings and mares — but the horse that came to me in my dream was specifically a stallion.
I had to find him.
When one runs with a large gang, there comes a time when a man — or pardon me, woman — needs a little breathing room. It was meant to be that I got particularly frustrated with the goings-on one morning. I borrowed a camp horse, a little bay Morgan that goes by no less than five names, and headed out for a leisurely trot. Everyone was pretending to ignore another marital spat between Hosea and Dutch. Susan? Busily putting everyone in order — to tell you the truth, I had long thought she was the one in charge.
Hosea and Dutch will be kissing by midday, and eventually, Susan's coals will cool.
In the meantime, it was just man and horse, warming up for a gallop over the rolling hills of the Great Plains. We recently settled on the outskirts of Tall Trees, and I wanted to see what the area had to offer. For Oatmeal, as I called her, an opportunity to stretch her legs. She had mostly been used for packing on account of not being fast, but oh, how she loved that gallop!
Bison, Pronghorn, even a wolf, we saw them all — and for a moment, all the worries in the world seemed to vanish in the synchronisation of the ancient horse-human bond.
I stopped to let her rest, to have a view of the tallest hill we had gone over.
And then I saw him.
The horse I had set my eyes on was, to my disappointment, not a Mustang.
Sometimes, even when dreams come true, there is a twist.
Oh, he was a beauty, for sure — a grey overo stallion, the very pattern of the horse that appeared in my dream, but a Paint.
Fully tacked up — the tack was of some quality, I might add — grazing, but not a rider to be seen.
Stolen and abandoned when he wasn't needed anymore? Here was a horse of good condition, no whip marks, no visible hips or ribs sticking out to suggest abuse. There was a faint band of sweat along the edges of his saddle pad. It was a mildly warm day; I was sweating as much as Oatmeal. Maybe he went on a bit of a gallop of his own.
But he needed help — a leg through dropped reins spells trouble.
If he suddenly spooked, maybe from noticing me kneeling in the grass — and, well, I won't go into details.
But it would be bad.
I carefully revealed myself; I had to at some point.
"Hey boy . . . "
A twitch of an ear towards my direction, but otherwise, ignored me.
"I'm Javier . . . " I thought it was polite to introduce myself.
Somehow, I expected an answer; after all, an animal such as this had to have had a name.
"And you are who?"
He was a little tight-lipped. Maybe he was feeling a little . . .
Hoarse.
I held my breath as he took a step forward — to my relief, he stepped out of the loose reins, as if he read my mind.
Whew.
Then, suddenly, he disappeared!
"El caballo?" I somehow expected him to know Spanish.
How could he have disappeared so quickly?
Was it all a mirage?
Then, I felt someone watching me from behind. It was a feeling I've always hated, thanks to my way of life, intuition — there's a reason that unseen menaces hide.
Then, a nicker.
"Ah . . . "
With a quiver of a smile, and my back turned to my new friend, I slowly reached back to take the reins in one hand, and cupped his lovely, velvety nose in my other.
"You are playing games, eh?"
A horse with a sense of humour.
Not like Baylock, no.
"Checking me out, are you?"
It's important to talk to horses. They might not know what you're talking about, but, honestly, something we both had in common from the start!
"Let's take a good look at you . . . "
I slowly stood and turned around, taking care not spook him. With him checking me out, I thought it was time to check him out.
My padre, God rest his soul, taught me a few things about horses. Proper care, how to train and ride. What to look for in a good horse — not only in looks, but character. He taught me to 'look for a cabello with a kind eye, and they'll look after me for life.'
He allowed me to look into his eye as I laid a hand on his strong neck, to let him get used to my touch, when I saw it — the kindness in the eye, a certain intelligence.
This horse had secrets and stories that he was not telling me.
Maybe in time.
I was carefully checking his forelegs for warmth or resistance — indicative of soreness, and stones in his hooves — when something caught my eye.
"Boaz" was etched into the saddlebag, in tidy calligraphy.
Fancy!
"Boaz . . . "
The Paint let out a nicker and shook his head, as if telling me, 'Yes, you fool, that's my name!'
"Boaz . . . " I cooed, picking out stones without much of a fuss beyond a tail swish. I minded myself, 'go slow, Javier.' When I did, he was right as rain.
Then, he nibbled on my hair!
I smiled, playfully swatted him, which he cheekily dodged.
"I think we'll get along."
I later found out from Dutch and Hosea — both Jewish — that the name "Boaz" is Hebrew, with the meaning that neither agreed on; typical! Dutch said strength. Hosea? Swiftness.
Well, it was a strong name; I could do with all the strength I could get.
But let's go back a little.
Why was he alone?
Maybe, despite the kind eye, Boaz was a bad actor. Maybe the rider laid in the brush, recovering from being thrown. Perhaps the Skinners caught him — they make us look like schoolchildren.
But it's time to try for a ride.
To fully mount him when we just met would be foolish, so we met halfway. One foot in the stirrup as I leaned over the saddle; a tried and true part of the training process to get horses used to the weight and feel of a rider — and a test for greenness.
With a snort, he shifted, making a few side steps.
I hopped off quickly.
"Am I moving too fast?" I frowned, checking the girth, making sure it was neither too loose nor too tight.
All was good; let's try again.
Boaz stood quietly this time, adjusting to the feeling of my weight, and . . .
Perfect.
A click of the tongue, a light squeeze, and we were off.
Oh, we were off!
Boaz bucked.
I cursed something that I wouldn't be permitted to write here.
I missed that kind eye changing to mischief — and did the only thing I could — I firmly held my ground — rhetorically!
"Boaz!"
When he realised I hadn't flown off, he went on a flying gallop — mixed with bucks, to keep me guessing with what could come next.
Boaz had tested me before an audience — the curious couple and their unruly son, on their horses. Arthur was on his trusted Boadicea, who almost had Micah for breakfast — I should have let her.
The three, who Oatmeal trotted up to when she had no time for us, watched the tomfoolery with amusement.
"Got a live wire there, Javier!"
Oh, Arthur.
Then, Boaz's nonsense ended — he let me join up with the trio, calm and collected.
Nakita nya kasi itong 2x2 photo nya na linagay ni ate sa pc ko. Dito kasi nagprint si ate ng pictures ng bata. Gusto kunin ni Boaz e may binigay na raw si ate sa kanya. Tapos sabi ni Boaz in very low volume tas may accent pa, "ayaw ko nun walang ulo" tas pagtingin namin wala ngang ulo. Tawa kami nang tawa. Wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha tas nainis ata yun bata kasi bigla namin tinawan yun palpak na print ng photo nya inaway ako hahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahaha
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Most of us know what we need to do. We just keep waiting for the right moment. Ruth 4 shows us what it looks like to stop waiting and act in faith. Link in bio or visit LeadBiblically.com #Faith #BibleStudy #ChristianLiving
I recently heard the suggestion that the story of Ruth presents us with a sexist worldview because in the story, women are victims and men are either failed, potential or actual rescuers. Ruth needs Boaz to step in and rescue her.
Now, on one level, we might argue that these are simply the historical facts, assuming that we take this to be a historical retelling (and I do). However, even…