Apr 8
"Why are you always so busy" GOD is using me as a VESSEL and I don't have TIME for mortal activities. I do not have the time for this
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"Why are you always so busy" GOD is using me as a VESSEL and I don't have TIME for mortal activities. I do not have the time for this
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i keep typing paragraphs and deleting them. anyway ,,
guardians ,, while cool ,, are annoying assholes. you were made to prevent creatures from ascending , i was born to help them ascend. soooooo GET OUT OF MY WAY
~ The Saint , Rain World #LSB🎉
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Something I remember from my life as an angel, I would be taken to one of the realms of heaven, but I don’t know if it was one of the 7, or a secret 8th one or something. I would be summoned there by god to have a discussion. It was this weird, liminal paradise or space. Sometimes it would be in a desert or beach, a garden, or a river, sometimes on a mountain or cliff in what looks like ancient Greece with columns and pillars, or sometimes it would just be an all white platform with pillars in the clouds, to “mimic” a sort of heaven. There would always be some kind of lounging / seating / standing area with a view. We would talk about my duties, my progress, my relationships, where I’ve been and how things are with other angels or humans. I would be basically interrogated, it seemed like he was trying to find something out by using me and what I’ve seen around Heaven. He knew something was off, he knew someone trespassed into Heaven. He knew. And I just so happened to find that man. Well, he found me.
But, that’s another story. That’s all I want to share tonight so that way I have more to share another time. Ask questions if you have any! It’s been fun, toodles!
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Godkin / Goddesskin Species Dysphoria Culture is being trapped in a human body and having to eat and dispose of the consumed. Aka shit in a hole.
Like dude, I don’t wanna do that. That shit’s disGUSTING. Literally lol.
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Today's otherkin of the day is Monk, who is Saint factkin and angelkin 😇
-requested by @/manyminded
I know, it’s been a while. Hi, I’m depressed, how are you? Lol. Here’s some angel content. I know, it’s exactly what you asked for. You’re so welcome. Enjoy! 😆
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I miss the pale golden hues of the columns and pillars of the place I once called my home. That light. That sound. I yearn for it once more. That feeling, of light, of freedom, of love.
I wish for the feeling of warmth on my face, the coolness of the air in my wings, to breathe in light itself. To feel it, nurture it, project it.
I long for the divine bonds I had in that time, stronger than now. The feeling of their being within my own, all around me, throughout my entire existence. I felt them, in all that they were, all that they have ever been, and all that they ever will be.
The feeling of their light, their wings, their smile, their love, their gaze, their breath, their joy. Their light mixing and swirling with mine, through mine, merging, stirring.
They were my purpose. The light, was my purpose. It was all I ever felt, all I ever really needed, yearned for, preached for. Oh, how naive, I was. To limit myself to only these things.
Yet, I want more. I was not meant to only love these things, those people. But All
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Hello, I have Santa Muerte ( a mexican Death saint/ deity) who was paired off with a man that I called El Diablo( may of been Lucifer or Samael). I was nick named Sugar Skull by him, as a manner of flirting by him. We both had olive skin, mine paler than his, and blackish hair. If anyone remembers me or if the nick name Sugar skull rings a bell. Please interact with this post and I will message you. Thanks!
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