#there are good reasons to worship them but their power obscures their ability to understand the true nature of reality
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I don't have the book at hand to quote, but what struck me when I was reading it was John going desperately from how he had to make them his hands and fingers!! to keep them!! he IMMEDIATELY segues into how he's so sad he had to feed the revenant beasts his fingers to keep them away :( it was so awful that they made him do that :( like he makes them possessions then having objectified them he justifies having to destroy his Things to keep himself safe. which I think is where he and Harrow are going to diverge. (noting that they've already taken very different tactics as far as the order of what gets kept safe)
It's the very next line! This quote picks up exactly where the last one left off:
That's definitely a legit way to read this passage, though it's not the way I prefer to. I mean. Hypocrisy found in God, fork found in kitchen. Come on. But yeah, that's an undeniably fucked up trajectory.
More seriously, I see John's chapters of Nona the Ninth as a confession, rather than as a justification. It's not meant to be coherent or consistant, just emotionally honest. He's expressing how he felt in the moments he made his decisions and asking to be understood, but he's not asking to be affirmed, or forgiven. "Just as there can be no forgiveness for me," and all.
The way in which his story does make sense—the way he's choosing to frame it—is fascinating for what it shows about John and what he's so deeply afraid of, in his heart of hearts. He loved them, and he sacrificed them, and then he sacrificed them again, but at least they didn't leave him.
And yet even in his confession there are still levels on which he seems to sincerely not understand what he's done wrong—mostly surrounding the autonomy and personhood of other people. Like you said, he objectifies people. He loves them as extensions of himself, because that is the only thing he understands as being real. He has no peers, as he is God. His closest friends are his fists and gestures, the fingers on his hand. As necessary to him as a limb, and losing them cripples him, but he doesn't understand them as people in their own right at all. And that lack of respect and understanding leads to him treating them horrifically.
It's kind of sad, in a way. Not to jump tracks completely, but the way John loves reminds me of this quote from episode 55 of Welcome to Night Vale:
It's presented in the context of a romantic couple, but it works more broadly. lt seems like the only way John knows how to love is by subsuming what he loves into himself, becoming one. Leaving him once again alone.
What's interesting is that he appears to know this about himself. Right in this quote, he directly compares himself to the Resurrection Beasts. Revenants that crack open worlds to eat their souls for sustenance, then pack the dead shells onto their exteriors to become part of themselves. As he sees it, the difference is that the Resurrection Beasts will eventually be satisfied. He won't be.
As for the parallels between John and Harrow, I don't think we need to look for where they're going to diverge. I think we can point to where they already have. And it's a fair comparison, to a time before John was God.
Look at John's reaction to his cult schisming, here:
He loves his friends, but he doesn't trust them. Deep down, he believes their love is conditional. If he fucks up, if he's caught slipping, if he admits he's wrong, he'll lose them. He's terrified of anyone finding out he's flawed, of the ugly parts of him being known, because he's certain anyone who sees that part of him will leave. He's gone ten thousand years like that, compounding lies to make them stay.
Harrow has a similarly harsh expectation of herself, but she's already taken her leap of faith, and let the mask drop. She's told the people she loves exactly who and what she is, with the full expectation they would punish or abandon her for it. With the full expectation Gideon would kill her for it, in the pool scene. And Gideon embraced her. She confronted Ortus with her failings in the River, and Ortus comforted her, and still chose to stay and risk his life to save her.
The people who loved John would have done the same for him. Did do the same for him. They stayed through his breakdown, they stayed by his side until it killed them, but John could never let his guard down enough to trust that they would have done it just for him. He couldn't submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.
This is all, of course, working with the basic premise that the way John treats people is horrific, and he did have all the opportunites in the world to stop. He could have taken that plunge any time in the ten thousand and thirty-something years he's been alive, if he'd been strong enough to accept the consequences or believed in the rewards. It was all so fucking avoidable, but here we are. My favorite kind of tragedy.
#er. I realize I may have a different perspective on the whole god thing than many in the fandom and I don't mean offense!#it's just that gods are understood as being.... beings of pride I guess? they're disadvantaged by hubris#there are good reasons to worship them but their power obscures their ability to understand the true nature of reality#if siddhartha guatama had stayed a prince he would have been a great king but he would never have been the buddha y'know?#same principal#I think the main point of disagreement I have could be summed up as#I see John's account being presented as an explaination#not as an excuse#the locked tomb#emperor john gaius#ntn spoilers#nona the ninth#alexa play the saga of you confused destroyer of world lmao#hm. come to think of it john did have equivalents to the pool scene and the battle with the Sleeper and they fucking sucked#that's for another post
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When the River Meets the Sea
Character: Fathom Tidechaser
Words: 3490
tw: death, violence/gore, body horror
1. Our Souls Will Leave This Land
Fathom isn’t afraid until the moment his Heal spell fails him. Like a sword parrying in a clash of steel, like a rubber ball rebounding off a stone wall, the magic that is supposed to close his wounds slips free of his grasp, reflecting back on him. As the sudden, breathless darkness of necrotic damage leaches his strength, Fathom feels it: a flicker of fear.
Fathom is occasionally anxious and frequently surprised, but true fear like this is vanishingly rare for him. He has faced vampires and corpse-stealing fiends from Hell and suture-scarred fleshy mutants that should never have existed in the first place. He has healed injuries, raised the dead, and climbed out of his own grave. He has walked between planes, traveled backwards through time, and spoken to gods.
Today, for the first time in his several lives and deaths, Fathom considers the idea that Melora’s blessing may not be enough to save him.
The illithid-lich shrieks without sound, and even aware of what’s coming, Fathom can’t stagger out of the way quickly enough. Its psychic scream blasts his mind free of his body, into some hazy place where the real-time consequences of combat don’t seem to matter. Fathom knows, on some level, that he is standing here in front of the illithid and its creations, flat-footed and slump-shouldered. But most of him is absent, drifting through a blurry infinity of vague concepts and disconnected thoughts. Not unlike being extremely high, actually.
Next to Fathom, the eye sockets of a dozen skulls light up with the same eerie green glow that pervades this lair. Their jawbones seem to widen and vibrate with silent laughter — or maybe that’s just Fathom’s vision swimming. Fathom isn’t present enough to be concerned as his soul begins to prise itself from his body, attempting to wriggle free of his flesh like a snake shucking its skin.
It is only the sigil inked across Fathom’s collarbones that prevents it, the Death Ward flaring in one final, desperate attempt to keep Fathom alive. Even when he himself isn’t fully aware of it. Even when blood slips slick over his upper lip and his neck, running like water from his nose and ears. Even when he sees — sees but cannot make himself react — sees the illithid floating down from its dais.
The illithid reaches out toward him with one hand, whispering in its breathy voice. Fathom can’t quite parse the words over the thunderous roar of his pulse crashing in his ears. It doesn’t really matter, though, does it? The illithid’s slender tentacles reach out too, impossibly long and serpentine, and wrap themselves around Fathom’s head.
Melora, Fathom thinks. He would say it out loud, if he could. If he could shape his lips to breathe it out, he would want her name to be the last word he says. It is a prayer and it is a plea: Please. Help my friends where I’ve failed. Give them the power to defeat this evil where I cannot.
The only thing in the world that Fathom truly, deeply cares about — the only thing he will ever live and die for — is his goddess. He would go to his death gladly — placidly allow the illithid to drink his brain like so much beef stew — if he could know for sure that he hasn’t disappointed her. But he isn’t sure of that at all, so Fathom’s heart stutters and his blood freezes to ice as the illithid’s tentacles smother him, obscuring his vision.
Melora, he thinks again, with desperation and heartbreak and terror.
And then the pain begins.
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2. The Winds of Time
In the darkness, Fathom hears the sound of ocean waves. He knows the Material Plane and several others by now — the Astral Plane, the Feywild, Orthrys, the Plane of Time, and Pandemonium among them. This place is none of those. This is maybe not a place at all but a feeling, a moment between breathing in and breathing out. It holds him like the fuzzy apathy from the illithid's Mind Blast did, but a thousand times more transient, more ineffable.
Fathom is alone here — until he is not.
He learned a long time ago to see beyond the sight of his eyes, to sense beyond the flesh that covers his bones. It’s that ability now that tells him who surrounds him.
First is the clicking of goat hooves and an uncanny chuckle, a presence as mysterious and mercurial as a dream. The glint of sharp teeth smiling, and a shimmer like a heat mirage. Fathom recognizes the unpredictable, long-limbed, goat-eyed Archfey-in-the-form-of-a-man who scraped him off the rocks of the Feywild and brought him back to life the first time. The Entertainer. The Twilight Walker.
Second comes the rustling of midnight-black wings, which bring an endless field of stars in their wake. This void is hers, as is the longbow the halfling wields and every inch of Tanazil's new human body. Fathom has passed through her domain several times now, but only discovered recently that she was once a person like him. A friend of the party's, once, until she sunk into a slumber from which she would never wake. Umbra, the Raven Queen. Keeper of the boundary between life and death.
Fathom actually tastes the third presence in the back of his throat, the sweet and heady burn of alcohol mid-swallow. If he had a face right now, he'd smile, because it's a familiar sensation. It reminds him of the wild nights of carousing he's participated in over the years and, more rarely, the sheer bloody joy of splitting knuckles and breaking furniture in tavern brawls. There's an energy to this presence, careless and defiant. Appropriate for one of the youngest gods, whose reign over his twin domains of strength and luck is just beginning. Cayden, proprietor of the Drunken Sailor until his recent removal from the Material Plane.
Fourth is another brand-new god, one whom the party itself assisted in his ascension. With him comes the clicking of tiny gears and the whisper of sand through an hourglass that now only exists in memory. He is a god of brilliant ideas and science precise enough to navigate through the stained-glass labyrinth of the Plane of Time — and while Fathom respects him, he does not understand him in the slightest. Fathom will keep his own slow thoughts and poor reading comprehension, and leave the worship of this god to the more intellectual party members, like Curt. Fizzlewick, once a gnome artificer who spliced together various realities. Now so much more.
Fifth is the reason they are all here, an overpowering feminine force who is both beautiful and terrible. Like Umbra, her wings would engulf all if Fathom could see them, but he has already witnessed their burning white radiance. He’s got his suspicions about Trox's allegiance, because he's seen the bug man's shell light with the same bleached-bone color. Amidst the chaos, Fathom can hear the thrum of the threads of Fate as they dance between her fingers. If she has a name beyond the mistress of such things, he does not know of it.
Last and most beloved is the taste of salt and the scent of ozone, vast and untamed ever-changing. Fathom's loyalty to her is as boundless as the waters she rules over and as fierce as the violence of the tempest. She has been in every breath he takes since the day he was brought into the world, and he will follow and fight for her long after he leaves it. Melora, goddess of sea and the wilderness. Fathom has pledged himself to her before, and would do it a thousand times again.
There are other gods here too, ones Fathom has heard of from the many faithful he's met in his travels. But these are the ones Fathom knows, the ones Fathom has actually met personally and spoken to. They surround him with their awful, unspeakable power — if Fathom were still alive, this much divine energy in one place would undoubtedly blow him into tiny pieces or melt his eyes right out of his skull.
"Hi," Fathom says, or tries to. "What's up, guys?"
It is Fizzlewick who answers him, voice gleaming gold against the blackness that surrounds them. His words resonate in Fathom's mind, deafening and omnipresent in a way they never were in life. WE ARE WAITING, he says.
Fathom considers this. "Waiting for what?"
WAITING FOR A CHOICE, Fizzlewick says, and does not explain further.
"Aren't you the god of time?" Fathom asks, skeptical.
YES, Fizzlewick replies, and is it just Fathom's imagination, or does he sound a little bit cranky? THAT IS WHY I AM GIVING HIM THE TIME TO CONSIDER IT.
"Oh. That makes sense, I guess."
Several ideas connect suddenly in Fathom's head, in that lightning-flash and logic-less way he processes concepts:
Curt, invisibility spell broken, screaming himself hoarse in a way Fathom has only heard once before. Although that time he’s been a version of Curt from a future where the illithid had triumphed, and then after the screaming stopped he wasn't Curt at all.
The sound of a vial uncorking. The screaming suddenly cut short.
A gift that Curt was given weeks earlier, when the party visited Fate's domain, in faint disapproval but also in consolation. A promise that the gods had not given up on the young wizard entirely, not yet.
"Huh," Fathom says.
So he settles down to wait in the way he does best: aimless, serene, equivocal. Just vibing. The pain and terror that accompanied his death seem very far away, like faded colors or muted sounds.
At some point, the waiting ends. Was it half a second, or was it forever? It could have been either. Fizzlewick speaks again, and Fathom's soul rouses itself to respond.
HE CHOSE CORRECTLY, Fizzlewick says.
"Cool. So what happens now?"
NOW, Fizzlewick says, I SEND YOU BACK TO HELP MY CHAMPION.
That's new information, actually — that Fizzlewick now has a champion — but it doesn't take a genius to figure out who Fizzlewick's talking about. Which is good, because Fathom definitely isn't one.
The void, the gods, this in-between place — all begin to dissolve, in the same rhythmic way that waves erase footprints in the sand. Instead of divine presence, Fathom becomes aware of a ceaseless wind that carries the whispers of insanity along with it. As the sound of the wind — which somehow, mysteriously, continues to blow indoors and underground — increases, so does another sound: a rapid, clicking whir. Like the hands of a pocket-watch, spinning forward. Or backward. Or both.
Fathom can see again: golden light, bright enough to sear through his closed eyelids. More to the point, he's back in his body, in his deeply cursed plate armor, with his arm made of water and his silver trident at his fingertips.
He is alive, and he's pretty sure his brain is firmly inside his skull, which are both things he never thought he’d experience again.
Fathom's eyes flutter open to a scene that would look really strange if it wasn’t the one he'd been seeing just before his untimely death. Trox and Tanazil are hacking at the illithid, both wielding enormous axes and foaming with berserker's rage. The halfling's elk is there too, rearing up with its wickedly sharp front hooves to contribute to the damage. The giant translucent pods up on the dais seem to have increased in number, which is odd, but it is not the oddest thing here by far.
As Fathom clambers to his feet, he realizes he doesn't just feel alive — he feels great. Better than he ever has in his multiple lives, maybe. The glow that haloed him is already fading, but there is another god's power present here, crashing inside him like thunder and breaking surf. Fathom feels almost limitless. Renewed. Reinvigorated.
"Now that's more like it," he says with satisfaction.
He sends a fragmentary thought through the telepathy rings, just enough to tell the nameless halfling he is alive. Her joy radiates back at him, warm and wonderful.
Then Fathom hefts his shield and his trident, and prepares again to fight.
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3. That Sweet And Final Hour
Melora takes him home. Or rather, Melora takes him back to the only place that has always been there for him, a place that has taken from and given to and blessed and cursed him. Melora takes him back to the place that has always been hers, and now is a little bit Fathom's too.
Melora clasps his hand and pulls him between planes with a lurching tug he has come to recognize, not unlike free fall or the sudden drop of a ship's deck below his feet. And then he is with his goddess on the cliffs of Cherat, in the very spot he once stood and whipped up a storm, looking out over the wind-roughened gray expanse of the sea.
Fathom turns to Melora, unashamed of the tears in his eyes. "Thank you," he says, breathing deeply. "It's good to be home."
"Yes," Melora says somberly, looking out across the water.
They stand there for a moment side by side, saying nothing because they have said all there is to say already. The world has been saved. The tapestry of Fate has been re-woven. Fathom's friends, the little dysfunctional adventuring party he has kept alive at all costs, have gone their separate ways. Fathom's journey is, in so many ways, all over.
"I wasn't sure we'd make it here," Fathom confesses, scratching idly at his darkness-beard. He shrugs. "But I figured I'd try anyway, you know?"
Melora shakes her head, smiling, her long hair rippling as it shifts against her bare shoulders. "I know," she says plainly. "I wasn't sure you would either."
"That makes three times I've died," Fathom muses. "Can't say I want to make it a habit. That last one really hurt."
Melora winces. "Fixing that was Fizzlewick's doing. I couldn't— There's only so much I could do, when—"
"I know," Fathom says quickly. He isn't sure if a goddess feels things like awkwardness or embarrassment, but that's certainly the image Melora projects when she stumbles over her words like this. It delights him, actually, the thought that he's spent enough time with her now to recognize the habit.
"I'm glad," Melora says, relaxing slightly. "That you survived. Or, well. That you're alive now."
Fathom tips his head back and closes his eyes, letting the sea breeze mist across his already-damp skin. "That makes two of us," he says. After a moment, he adds, "'Cause now that I've done the save-the-universe thing a couple times, I just want to chill for a bit. And I feel like hanging out on the Material Plane would be weird if I was dead."
"Weird, yes," Melora acknowledges with a nod. "Also sort of forbidden by Umbra and her followers."
"Ha. Wouldn't want Tanazil coming after me. That axe of his is pretty sharp. Though..." Fathom brushes his fingers against the hilt of his trident. "I kind of feel like I could take him."
"Hmm. Maybe." Melora's smile is amused, maybe a little indulgent.
"Curt seemed to think he'd be able to do it," Fathom continues. "But Curt has a pretty big head when it comes to his own powers." He pauses, voice softening. "He made the right choice, though. When it counted."
"That he did."
Fathom shakes his head, sighing. "Imagine fighting the illithid and all that because it was the right thing to do. A moral compass, or whatever."
Melora makes a little noise of objection.
"What? I know damn well I'm not that selfless."
"And what do you call your help in the whole matter then?"
Fathom stares at her. Surely she is just teasing — surely she must know. "My lady," he says, frowning. "That was all for you."
Melora blinks, a slow sweep of her lashes, her eyes glistening gray-blue-green-black-gold. Then she smiles, reaches across to pat Fathom on the shoulder.
"My champion," she says fondly.
Fathom shuffles his feet and squints out at the water again. There is silence between them for several long minutes, though of course it is never really silent here. The waves hiss and crash, and above their heads gulls screech and circle. The sky is a boundless blue, darkening to slate where clouds encroach at its edges.
Fathom is like a grain of sand on this beach, a tiny part of something much larger. His soul sings with it, with the connection to the land and the sky and the sea. He is suddenly quite certain that if he wanted to, he could step into open air and soar. Could fly upward towards the bright, alluring heat of the sun until his lungs lost their breath. Then he'd tumble downward head over heels to meet the sea under sunlight, and it would welcome him into its salty and eternal embrace.
Melora has entrusted him with part of her domain, and Fathom thinks this is one of the few things he’ll be able to carry with him for the rest of his life. One of the sole responsibilities he'll shoulder and never ever grow tired of, never seek restlessly to move on and walk away. He's left so many people and places behind, but this — this he can keep.
"So," Melora says after some unknown amount of time has passed. "What's next? Mushrooms?"
Fathom tilts his head. "Do you mean going to visit Toad like we planned, or the kind that makes you hallucinate? 'Cause I'm down either way."
"Yes," says his goddess, and offers him her hand again.
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4. Epilogue: The Almighty Sea
Fathom Tidechaser lives his life.
He spends two weeks with Tanazil in silent retreat and contemplation, drinking in the richness of the ancient, mossy forest, perfectly at peace. But while it’s a haven of relaxation and redemption for Tanazil, Fathom can’t linger. He’s never been able to settle down, not even for a few months. The power Melora has blessed him with guides him onward like he’s a ship sailing toward the horizon, pointing into the bittersweet unknown.
The halfling and her fey patron are always able to find him no matter where he travels, and it becomes something of a game between them all: to play pranks on Fathom, to get their tricks past his uncanny awareness of his surroundings. He catches them as often as they succeed, and it’s always a joyful reunion. The once-nameless halfling introduces herself these days with the name the Entertainer has given her. It suits her.
Curt turns twenty, which is a surprise to everyone who thought he'd get himself killed long before that. Technically he has, several times, but Fathom figures that any debt Curt built up from Fathom's resurrections was definitely repaid when Curt asked Fizzlewick to revive him. So they are equals now. On an even footing. Fathom has zero interest in the school of magic Curt is establishing on the moon, but he can recognize the bright-eyed whip-smart type of adventurer who would thrive there. He frequently sends Curt new recruits, and along with them his best wishes, but visits rarely.
Fathom travels as he always has. Now, though, he can raise and quiet storms at his command. He can also fly without a spell, skimming over the surface of the ocean for miles until he finds a ship and scares the hell out of its crew by landing on the rigging like a gigantic shiny albatross. When he is addressed as a minor deity, he scoffs, but then he wonders: are the frightened sailors that far off the mark?
Fathom dies — finally, permanently, for good — at a much younger age than most, but that's hardly surprising. He is powerful enough to face almost any creature on the Material Plane, and several more planes besides, but the one person he can't resurrect is himself. It isn’t a dramatic sacrifice, nor is it a gentle and peaceful passing. It is simply a death — ugly and brutal and fast.
He greets Umbra as a friend, only exchanging a few words with her. Because they both know where he’s going, of course. Melora is one of the few deities with no astral domain, choosing instead to wander the cosmos eternally. So this is less of an ending and more of a transformation — from one way of being to another, like a wave breaking and returning to the water. Fathom’s soul still travels, still soars over the sea, still stirs up storms in thunderous magnificence.
Fathom Tidechaser dies, and serves his goddess long past his death, until his name is mentioned in the same breath as hers. Things change, as they always do. Fathom dies, but he lives on.
#Fathom#Heretic campaign#this is gonna be the last campaign story I ever post for him probably#cause we r DONE#my boy hit 20th level and became a demigod#also also the titles of the sections & the thing overall are from the song by the same name#yes it's a song from the Muppets shut up#also snuck a Hozier reference in there if you're paying attention
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What is it to be a Dragon?
(This post contains some musings I’ve written to give me mental inspiration for a ‘Tyranny of Dragons’ campaign I plan to run. I wanted to get into the head of a Dragon, and understand what would be required to compel such a being.)
What is it to be a Dragon? To the two-legged smallfolk that cower in fear or desperately flee from the winged behemoths, terrors of the skies, dragons might as well be gods. Many have fallen to worship such beasts- Dragon cults, entire religions dedicated to one or more of these incredible creatures have sprung up across the ages. It has been remarked by many sages and observers, not least among the Dragonkind themselves, that should they so choose, Dragons could claim dominion of the lands, natural lords of the material plane. That they do not is something every mortal should be thankful for. Dragons make for terrible kings. Why they do not requires a deeper understanding of their nature.
What is it to be a Dragon? Imagine, if you will, being entirely self-sufficient. On your own, through the strength of your talons and the terrifying assault of your breath, you can provide yourself with any food you need, relying on no-one. Your thick hide protects you from the elements. Your wings give you mastery of the air, no far-off land or ocean is barred to you. Spears break against your skin, armour melts, swords shatter, men die when you exhale. The natural world is yours, no mortal creature, barring your own kin, can match you, can claim mastery over you. Imagine all this power, all this freedom. Imagine it not being enough.
What is it to be a Dragon? All Dragons hoard. Even the ones that the smallfolk mistake for being ‘good’. Some hoard wealth, great mountains of it. Some hoard knowledge, guarding grand repositories of it jealously. Some hoard history, hiding away ancient relics of great significance. Some hoard magic. Some hoard friends. Some hoard subjects. Some hoard slaves. How each Dragon hoards is unique. Some common trends appear based on the Dragon’s hue, but there is no clear rule. One might favour coins minted in a certain kingdom. One might like scholars trained in the art of combat. Another might favour the paintings of a certain artist and her apprentices. One thing is clear however- Dragons hoard what others create. They desire what beautiful things mortals create, because in truth, Dragons can only create one thing of any significance. Destruction.
What is it to be a Dragon? All Dragons are alone. A Dragon is fiercely independent, and indeed, they can supply all their base needs on their own. But this has another consequence. Save for those rare incidences where a Dragon might cohabitate with a chosen mate, Dragons are intensely solitary creatures. There is good reason for this, unlike more fragile creatures, Dragons do not need the support of a community to survive. Indeed, the only real threat to an individual Dragon, are other Dragons. This is an oversimplification of course- many things can kill a Dragon, and many things have. But from a Dragons perspective, such creatures are usually easily avoided, lacking powerful Draconic wings, or if the Dragon misjudges the capability of a foe, easily fled from. When a Dragon does die to a mortal or monster, others of its kind view this as an aberration- that creature must have suffered from some flaw that they did not. Weakness, stupidity, slowness- the arrogant draconic minds dismiss any possibility that they might share these traits with the deceased. The only thing a Dragon fears are other Dragons.
What is it to be a Dragon? By default, Dragons are Atheists, by the D&D definition of the word. They know that the Gods exist, they just don’t respect them. A Dragon has no need for prayer, or divine intervention. The Dragons don’t need the Gods, and usually the Gods can’t affect them, residing in planes far from the prime material, so the Dragons simply ignore them. This does, however leave us with a question: If the Dragons do not worship the divine, why are there gods of Dragonkind? Tiamat and Bahumut, alongside other, more obscure deities, claim to be gods of the draconic pantheon, yet few Dragons indeed worship them, and such Deities have turned to the mortal races as their emissaries and agents in the world. Dragons respect the strength of the Draconic gods, as they would the strength of another drake, but long ago abandoned them, when their Empire fell in a millennia long war. It is telling, perhaps, that the Dragons were the ones to abandon their gods, rather than the other way round.
What is it to be a Dragon? Dragons are proud. They exult in their raw physical and magical power over others. A Dragon might destroy a townhouse with a beat of its wings because it wishes to demonstrate that it can. Another might incinerate a Forest because it enjoys the thermals that such an activity creates. A Dragon might dominate a town because it enjoys the terrified mewling of the subservient folk or save a town from a marauding group of monsters because it desires their applause and adulation. Many ‘benevolent’ Dragons, even metallics, act as they do not due to any moral compulsion, but because they enjoy the praise that is heaped upon them for their acts. Some Dragons even seek to gain worshippers, believing that it is only right that they, the most powerful and deserving of beings, receive treatment normally reserved only for gods.
What is it to be a Dragon? Dragons possess within them the spark of the divine. Most never realize this, and never cultivate it, but under the right circumstances, these creatures can enter the ranks of the gods. Most famously in Toril, Tchazzar ascended to become a god-like entity, ruling over a city state and with designs upon a nation. Perhaps the draconic gods are just particularly powerful examples of their kind, and this, perhaps is why Dragons don’t worship them. A dragon does not seek to submit itself to another, it seeks to rule.
What is it to be a Dragon? Dragons do not share power. A Dragon is not content to exist in a subservient state. They seek to either be left alone, or to rule. When Draconic empires have existed, Dragons have competed for power and influence, acknowledging no-one among themselves as King or Queen. Unable to rule over each other without significant risk (a dragon that appears subservient is merely waiting for a moment to strike and claim its authority), Dragons that wish to rule, rule over humanoids.
What is it to be a Dragon? Dragons are smart. Some act as if they are little more than beasts, it is true, but such creatures typically do so by choice, spurning what they view as the ‘pathetic trappings of civilisations’ and embracing their feral side- the barbarians of dragonkind. They are smart enough to recognize their shortcomings as a species- though they rarely reflect on how they can apply to this analysis to themselves. Instead they have developed ways of working with other members of species without risking conflict. Ancient games that simulate conflict, such as the Xorvintaal, allow dragons to use the lives of others in games of intrigue and open warfare to settle disputes, without coming into open conflict themselves.
What is it to be a Dragon? Dragons have life-spans far longer than most humanoids, exceeding even that of the elves. The lives of most creatures appear short and inconsequential to them. When dealing with smallfolk Dragons tend to focus more on lineages or organisations than individuals, which become replaced so easily. It takes an exceptional humanoid to be remembered as an individual by a Dragon, much less respected. Dragons slumber for long-periods, guarding their hoards for many years as their bodies and abilities grow and develop, letting the rise and fall of nations and empires pass them by. A Dragon might not care for the individuals of a local township or city, but care deeply for the place itself, even if only for the entertainment and treasure it provides it. A Dragon may come to know a human family well, as it treats with successive generations of individuals, even if it fails to really distinguish the different family members from one another.
What is it to be a Dragon? Dragons are vulnerable. Dragons are the arrogant lords of the world. They are beings of blistering power and fury. They cannot create, but they can influence the rise and fall of nations, they can compel others to craft great works in their names. Yet for every Dragon of legend, there seems to be a Dragon slayer. A Dragon might be mighty, might be arrogant, but they know these legends too. And they fear death. So, a smart Dragon avoids causing undue trouble, and ensures its subjects or neighbours, while kept fearful of it, do not feel unduly burdened by its presence. Similarly, they avoid provoking more powerful Dragons, and may even make displays of respect or subservience to them. There is no true hierarchy amongst Dragons, but they do respect strength, and theoretically a might Drake, godlike in power, or even a god brought to the mortal plane, could compel them to serve, if only through fear.
It would take an exceptional humanoid to gain a Dragons respect. Think then, on what it would take for one to gain a Dragon’s service. Bribery, perhaps, could work, for a time. Magical compulsion is always an option, though risky- dragons have a ‘legendary resistance’ to spells such as Dominate Monster. Gaining a Dragon’s fear is perhaps the most difficult, and most reliable option then. Consider the Cult of the Dragon. Consider their leader. What could they have done to gain the allegiance of so many great drakes? What power could they wield? What wealth do they command? What promises have they made, and which can they keep?
What sort of being could a Dragon fear?
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This spread is for a donor who’d like to remain anonymous!
Here’s the full Qabalistic Tree of Life Spread that I do and here you are. What I’m going to do is go through and briefly explain each card, its position on the Tree, and then I’ll give you a summary/synopsis of the spread as a whole. You know the routine.
Think of this spread as a sort of quantum map, or even the land of a regular map, everything is happening at once, in each place. It’s important to think of yourself as moving “through” the map but you are also simultaneously everywhere at once. For the sake of this specific experiment, think of this as a map. Maybe as a person, the Qabalistic Adam Kadmon.
Where we’re starting the journey from is Kether, the monad, the first sign of creation. We’ll call this your hometown, since it is where you’re from originally. Here we have XVIII The Moon, Pieces, Qoph.
This is the ‘Sun at midnight where you stand shines on the other side of the world’. The pull of night and day eventually rising illuminating what was once dark. As opposed to the old Aeon idea of the Sun dying, this is the cyclic motion of the push and pull of the day and night. The dark gives the light context and vis-a-versa.
See the light in the dark, accept the cyclic push and pull, if you don’t like what “time of day it is” in your life I assure you it will change like the tides.
In Chokmah, which is like your freeway getting you out onto the road out of your hometown is the Knight of Cups, the fiery part of Water or acting on feeling.
Ideally this is the drive to seek higher connections and feelings and being driven by intuition and love. Just don’t fall
for illusions and false ideals. This is the love that brings you closer to connecting with everything, recognizing connection and it’s drive. This is the Arthurian tale of chasing the Holy Grail *Insert Monty Python joke here* simply to have a true connection to their god. Seek love like that.
Act on what you feel and truly intuit but only to the ends of unselfish almost worshipful Love. Do things that get you really really feeling.
In Binah, which is ruled by Saturn and for the sake of this reading we will call the first stop on your roadtrip. You haven’t really arrived anywhere but you’re stopping and getting a chance to repack your car in a more efficient way. Sitting in Binah is the 2 of Cups, Love.
Like all the 2s the deuces of Water is building towards completion. This is the ever becomingness of love. Love never dies, it is simply transformed like any other energy. Love isn’t a competition or something you can measure. You never stop loving someone/thing because you have “reached maximum love levels”, shake hands and walk away from it. There is no end-game to love and that’s why it’s scary and makes people act like idiots sometimes. Astrologically, Venus in Cancer can be interpreted as nurturing your emotional growth.
Build on what you’re feeling and don’t try to think about anything too concretely emotionally or intuitively. This is a building process so try not to focus on the final outcome but work with what you have now.
In Chesed which is ruled by Jupiter and again for the sake of this experiment we’ll say involves your influence and benevolence in your current trip is the Princess of Cups, the earthy part of Water.
We could consider this the substance in water or water hitting substance head on. This is the idea of the canyon wall being ground down over the millennia by moving water. The nutrients and minerals in the earth are transported down river to the fertile delta. This is the natural, “following your feelings” within your daily life. Try not to fool yourself, follow your intuition, not just passing whims. Feel, don’t necessarily react immediately.
Go with what you feel and intuit, let yourself go with the flow, if you will. Allow your situation to move with your emotions and be patient with your progress.
Across the Tree in Geburah, which is Mars Town, where you find your drive and what you’re trying to accomplish/conquer is, well, everything kinda, XXI The Universe, Saturn, Tau.
The Universe is the totality of what we can sense and know. The dance of the Woman with the cosmic serpent and the Eye destroying while everything constantly recreates. We see the Universe only from our position in it. You may send out your satellites to explore unknown areas but you can only process what they might mean from your place. The more we try to take into our restrictive minds and spirits, the more we know about the whole and ourselves and our place in the Universe.
Step back and look at the connections and totality of everything you know and experience. It’s quite a view.
In Tiphareth, the Sun and center of gravity holding all this in place, the heart pumping the blood through this, your heart is a big same AKA 0 The Fool, Aleph, Air.
This is mathematical zero or total possibility. This is the desire to create one’s self into a form, the logos or word spoken that jump started creation. The beginning of a journey of discovery. Going outward from stasis to tangibility. Making a thing from no-thing
Since you are nought, coming from no-thing into some-thing everything is discovery, for better or for worse. Just get up, get out, and do something! What to do and the direction to take to get there aren’t on any map.
In Netzach, Venus town, where you have the realization about how this is going to change you as a person with a personality is the Ace of Swords, the root power of Air or the mind.
This is the sword of the Magus and the magician’s Sword is the physical representation of our mind and it’s ability in its rawest state of being. Thelema is inscribed on the blade of the Sword in Greek because the Magus uses their mind to the end of their True Will. The Crown of light at the tip of the Sword is the illuminated mind, because in its singleness and sharpness it is the foundation of the mind, intellect, and communication powers.
Use your mind for what you need it to do. Remember that a sword is useless at best and dangerous at worst when it isn’t handled correctly. You can cut down an army with a sword, but you can also cut your whole-ass leg or arm off too with one too. Knowledge is dangerous and scary, be prepared.
In Mercury Town Hod-ville, where all the Universities are and everyone has real intellectual shit going on is the Queen of Swords, or how you feel about what you think and your reasoning.
Ideally, this Queen is the “caller out of bullshit.” She is watery (intuitive) enough to feel when a facade is being put up and airy (intelligent) enough to cut the shit and address the fakery. The difference between someone trying to take advantage of another and a person who accidentally causes misfortune is the intention of said individual. Don’t be fooled by kind wolves or rabid sheep.
She rests at her throne with the head or mask of a man and the sword of her mind she severed the head/mask with. Her expression is one of disinterest, she’s done this many times before and shall again and again. It is her nature.
Be aware of intentions, even your own. Be wary of situations and people talking from behind masks they wish to use to obscure their true meaning. Especially be aware of yourself and your masks you hide behind.
On the Moon in Yesod, the receptive and reflective place that is alot about the feelings that you’re picking up from all this is friend of the blog, V The Hierophant, Vau, Taurus.
This is being initiated into how things work in the material or normal world. This is the secrets of how things are and some of that is being revealed to you. This is a person, institution, or experience that is telling you “trade secrets” or how to do what you do better. 5s are the human or microcosmic number and Taurus reiterates this material theme. Once you find out how to improve yourself and your understanding of the world, you must now go out and actually use that skill. Knowledge is useless if it is not implemented in the knower’s life and behavior.
Get initiated into the cult of your sphere of interest. Learn how to improve what you do through being initiated in one way or another. Find what/who helps you to learn the “secrets” of how to do your thing better and then go out and do those things.
Down here in Malkuth-istan, the everyday life mundane, waking up pooping, and going to work world is the always a riot, the 10 of Swords (mental and communicative) Ruin.
Astrologically, this is Sol the Sun or your center being split by the duality of Gemini or duplicity. This is like making a decision by not making one. Your intellect is collapsing in on itself due to building duality or otherness conflicting with how you think of you. This is being “of two minds” but they duo doesn’t seem to work together very well. The good news is that they’re damn near done working together at all. 10s are the highest number card or as intense as it gets.
Try to integrate your splitting and increasingly destructive thinking and/or communicating, make meaning out of this chaos. And hey, don’t worry, it’s peaked and now you have to slide down the mountain of crazy you just climbed.
So, Basically, it seems dark right now because you’re not focusing on your Light enough and to do that you’ll need to act from a place of Love, that ever moving towards that leaves us both vulnerable and strong, in the same, but different confusing ass ways.
Then, we get to the part where the freedom of nothing is tempered by the restriction of everything, garnished with the substance in emotion and connection. That is to say, your heart is longing for ultimate Freedom, while your actions and goals are focused on the “Big Picture” and you can temper these by recognizing that value in both positions and finding middle ground by observing and participating in the “motion of the ocean” or finding the strongest currents and using them to your advantage.
Your personal growth from all this comes from hitting the “reset” button on your mind. That tool of the Mind that allows us to communicate is a sharp tool (for you, not everyone, as this hellsite constantly reminds me) and should be treated with respect and awe. This “Meh-ness” of realization shouldn’t slow you don’t if you don’t let it. Instead of being overwhelmed or underwhelmed, just be whelmed and move on, because you’re about to encounter a wonderful teaching moment, if you allow it/them in.
And, I feel like I say this to you a fair amount: Don’t break your brain. You’ve got a lot on the ol’ noggin, too much, really. Just allow this bit to wash over, through, and then the fuck up out of you.
Ta Da!
Hit me up with any questions, comments, concerns or Qabalistic queries!
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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT AU), pt. 11
11: Mount Olympus
Summary: Returning home is all but what they wanted. What happens when they’re faced with their father once more? What happens with Y/N after she’s been left on Earth?
Warnings: angst, swearing
Word count: 2.3k
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Special thanks to @mutuallynotmutual for being in the story as Alyssa, @leonardo-da-vinsheep as Perry and @daddygraysonsbitch as Sara.
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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST
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Opening their eyes, Ethan and Grayson faced what they long forgot. Instantly forced to shed their human identities, they stepped forward in absolute shock, turning to one another as their eyes fill with tears and their hearts clench painfully inside their chest.
Apollo is the first to clutch his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt is missing and his body is now exposed almost entirely. Hermes looks down, his own body bare and his ability to speak stripped away with the growing lump inside his throat.
"Welcome back." The roaring voice made the brothers flinch, turning to face the one it belongs to.
"Easy, Zeus. Let them adjust for a moment longer." Hera steps next to the handsome god who had been revered for centuries, and with good reason. His hair is shorter than the brothers remember, a little darker as the brown tones come to life in the light breaching through the clouds above, his eyes just as dark with the lack of thunder he usually used at all times.
"You knew this would happen!" Hermes spat, rushing forward with rage bubbling inside, his vision clouded by overwhelming emotion as he wishes to harm his father and inflict pain. He wanted him to feel even an inch of his hurt, to share the agony for it felt like he couldn't bare it any longer. He needed to lash out, to rip someone apart for being tortured now when he finally found his peace.
Apollo stumbles after his brother, desperate to stop bloodshed, unable to handle losing him too. At this point, the most loved god of all felt like he was alone, blinded by his own darkness as he too wished to tear Mount Olympus to pieces and return to Earth, but he was more logical than his brother. He saw reason, where Hermes didn't. He knew violence would breed violence and nothing good would come of it.
Grabbing a hold of Hermes, Apollo wrapped his arms around hid body like a steel cage, pulling him back, whispering: "Not now, not like this. We will take vengeance, just not today."
"Ah...seems like nothing changed over the centuries." Zeus shook his head, stepping forth with his wife by his side, chained to him for all eternity. Hera fought him on their punishment relentlessly, however, Zeus never folded. He held her as a silly woman in his mind, no respect for her opinions. She was a body to him, just like his many mistresses. Zeus had long stopped being worth of worshiping.
"However, I will keep my word. You two have already regained your power and influence, simply by stepping foot on this sacred ground. However, you are expected to resume your duties and perform them well...All but inter-dimensional travel for Hermes, of course." Zeus gave Hermes a pointed look, seeing the never-ending hate in his son's eyes grow and the pleasure it gave him was immense. He enjoyed knowing he found love only to lose it so fast. He wanted him to suffer - both of them to suffer and writhe in pain.
"You will remain in the underworld and do your job down below. You will only come back when your sister needs a ride home. I will give you a day to adjust. See your siblings if you will." Zeus pressed his lips, drawing them in as his light stubble took the space for a moment.
"If your break the rules once more, you will be turned to dust. No more chances, sons." And with a single flash of lightning, Zeus disappeared with their poor mother, not even a lock of her blonde hair remaining in sight.
"I want him fucking dead, Apollo. I want them all dead." Hermes clenched his fists tightly, enough to break skin of his palms as his nails dug deep into them.
Apollo clenched his jaw, barely keeping himself up straight and his mind clear, forcing the words through gritted teeth.
"And we will kill them. All of them. Until then, you have unfinished business with dear uncle Hades and I...I'll make sure to check if there is anyone who would stand with us on this matter." Grasping each other's forearms, the brothers closed their deal with a simple nod and a look of understanding.
Their shared love, Y/N, loved them both so much that she couldn't choose, not in her heart and not in her mind. She saw them both as beautiful souls, redeemable. She had faith in them, begged them to not ask her to make a choice...she begged them to stay.
They never wished anything more than to go back in time and say they want her, not selfishly as they acted this time around, but together...shared. They would accept that if it meant they would keep her. This loss is too much for anyone to handle.
It was time to stop and look at their loses, regroup and attack. Maybe there was time yet to come back to their girl left behind. In every world, there is no creature as desperate as a human being on the verge of losing love.
Looking around the cold and empty hall of marble filled with sparkling gold and bushes of golden roses coming out the floor and walls like vines meant to give the place a richer tone. The glass dome above left little to imagination as their view of the sky isn't obscured.
Sighing, Hermes looked to his left, finding a black, warrior skirt to the side, his skull fashioned pendant on its chain.
Apollo found his body is already clothed in a golden, warrior skirt and gladiator sandals, his helmet spiked and left to his right. His body was no longer dusted with gold, his tattoos remaining on his skin - the only reminder he was human. He picks up his helmet, wandering off to the side, finding the familiar hallways that leads outside and toward the lookout point.
Apollo used to spend a lot of time at the edge, watching the humans, choosing his next victims carefully. He could barely remember how that felt, but he wanted to venture out and let himself relive the old days.
Walking by the golden roses, the bush now bigger than ever as the wind picks up and the specks of their golden pollen sticks to him as it used to. The sky above him is darker, a shade of blue he knew Y/N like, the stars around shining brightly as if they are trying to cast away the dark inside his soul. Letting his helmet sit beside him, Apollo sits on the edge and his eyes focus to where he last left Y/N at, trying to catch a glimpse of her beautiful eyes, just one last time.
Confused about his brother's action, Hermes follows after with heavy heart and heavier footsteps. The skull pendant swings with every step, hitting his hip each time. Hermes expected Apollo to find Artemis, Athena or even their mother if possible. Instead, he found his brother on the edge of the heavenly mansion, casting his eyes down toward a planted that looked vaguely familiar.
"Anything I can help with?" Hermes asked, genuine and willing to help. He'd do anything to make things better for both of them, to give them some hope in the cosmic joke their existence turned into. No one ever weeps for gods of the old, believing they're either dead or they've abandoned humans to suffer and die. No one understands they too hurt. They too wish they were dead.
Turning around, throwing a look over his left shoulder, Apollo nods, beckoning Hermes to join him on the edge.
"I'm trying to find Y/N. Come."
Lips parting, Hermes felt his feet move on their own devices, bringing him to his brother's side and sitting down to look for her himself.
"Do you think she's doing better than us?" Hermes asks, almost fearful to know the answer to that question.
"I hope so. We lost her...she lost us both."
Summoning the globe that helped Zeus keep track of them all this time, Apollo focused more as he watched the glass turn murky. Shaking it, the vision cleared, both of them leaning in to see it closely - just to have one look on her life.
"I'm fine, Sara." Y/N sighed, swinging on the porch swing she had installed in their newly build sorority house, her heart heavy but her lips spread into a smile.
"I know you say you are, but they both meant a lot to you. Today is especially hard." Sara tried to get the young leader of her sorority to open up, knowing well what it means to bottle things up until one explodes, obliterating everything in its vicinity.
Standing up, Y/N walked past Sara who remained seated, Alyssa and Perry who stood at the banister, walking down the five wooden stairs until she stood on the grass in front of the house. She could feel the worried looks exchanged behind her back, their care for her well being very much welcome, but unnecessary. Y/N couldn't exactly tell them the truth about Ethan and Grayson, now could she? How could they ever understand the pain behind her now tear-filled eyes?
Loving them felt like being one with the world. Like being on the craziest ride life had to offer. Like they were a comet that flashes across the sky once in a lifetime, leaving the wandering soul in a constant search of it, to see it once more, even if it knows the comet shall never pass the sky for as long as they live. To love them meant to have the secret of life at the palm of your hand and to lose that all at once.
These feelings she has for them can't end until her body ceases to function and her soul is released for whatever comes after. She hopes that somehow they are embedded into the very fabric of her soul, that the love they shared will endure. Even on her darkest days her love for them rides underneath it all, keeping her mind from sinking into the mire that claimed her in the past when she lost her mother. She knows that however deep she fears she has fallen, they will be there like solid ground to steady her, give her time to climb back into positivity. That's why she stands at her porch every morning as the first light shines in the morning, hoping to catch a glimpse of Apollo, her Grayson. And that's why she takes the same position at sunset, waiting for the last ray to leave the day for the darkness to give her a glimpse of Hermes, her Ethan.
"You keep saying you're fine, but it doesn't make us worry any less." Alyssa takes a step down, looking at her dear friend as she wraps her arms around herself, her hair flowing back with the wind.
"It's been three years since they've gone. I'm over it. I'm fine." Managing to keep her voice leveled, Y/N takes in a shuddered breath as a tearless sob shakes her body and a shiver runs down her spine. Closing her eyes, her lips part slightly, tears making tracks on her cheeks - two tears, one from each eye - one for each god.
"THREE YEARS?!" Hermes jumped to his feet, nearly falling of the edge as he gripped his hair in a state of shock, his heart pounding so fast he feels himself loosing ability to think properly.
"It took us three years to come back through the spell. She's been alone for years. All alone." Apollo closes his eyes, a faint, desperate sob escaping him as the vision of their girl faded.
She looked different, her hair shorter, her eyes darker and her face giving off the impression she's worn out from life's trials. She seemed...empty.
"We need to go back. NOW." Hermes growls out, kicking a rose until it rips from the bush and falls off the ledge.
"How? Huh?" Apollo grabs his brother by the shoulders, shaking him violently into silence.
"She's in danger if they ever learn she killed Hecate. She's in danger because they can use her as leverage to make us do anything they please! She's safer on Earth until we sort everything out." A voice of reason, Apollo calms Hermes enough to sit back down and look at the globe one more time, noticing Y/N walking through a saffron garden in front of their houses.
"Saffron?" Apollo wonders, confused as Y/N seemed to be over her lineage and saffron represented Hecate. It was her flower.
"Must be what remained of Hecate. The dust she turned into must have brought saffron fields all around the country to life. After all she was a goddess of not only death, but life as well."
Y/N looked up at the sky, smiling as if she could see them up there, watching over her, the wound on their hearts still fresh and bleeding, whilst her wound turned into an old scar that hurt once in a blue moon.
"Mommy! Mommy!" A child's voice comes through, cheerful and fast approaching.
Y/N turned swiftly, lowering herself to her knees until two little humans ran straight into her open arms, each on one side as she lifts them up and twirls them around.
"I'm right here babies. Right here." She mumbles, kissing each toddler once before adjusting her grip, both of them having their little arms over her shoulders as they looked up at the sky.
"Is daddy looking at us?" The little girl with sparkling brown eyes asks quietly, shyly looking up before hiding herself in Y/N's neck.
"Is he, mommy?" The little boy on her other side repeats the question more boldly, a mischievous glint inside them.
"Yeah. Once in the early morning and once at nightfall, my loves. Now come, it's bedtime!" She puts them down on the grass, chasing them back to the house.
However, the gods who couldn't quite comprehend what they're looking at paled, their hearts coming to a stop more than once, screaming in unison:
"WHAT THE FU-"
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About Evren
Basics
Name: Evren Tanith Anubis
Aka: Lady Anubis, Lady Inquisitor, the Emperor’s Jackal, the Silent Inquisitor, the Bone Witch. Aunt/Auntie Evren to many. Known to the Neverborn as the Fourteen-Eyed Jackal and the Crowned Devourer In Golden Chains. Evy or Eve to some.
Originally: Evren Tanith Burakgazi.
DOB: 21st December, 989.M1 (Sagittarius). Appears to be in her late twenties or early thirties.
Gender + Sexuality: Agender/demigirl. Poly-panromantic greysexual, with slight preference towards women when it comes to relationships and men when it comes to casual flings.
Origin: Liverpool, UK, Terra. Mixed Egyptian and Turkish, identifies as English.
Rank: [30k] Grand Inquisitor. Officially, she is the seeker of traitors and rebels, acting as a scalpel to cut out the cancer before it grows large enough to warrant calling in the Space Wolves or Night Lords. Unofficially, she seeks out artefacts, creatures, and people of great power and destructive potential and contains them, sometimes neutralising them or turning them to the use of the Imperium. These include Chaos or Warp-powered artefacts, xenotech, creations from before the Age of Strife, items from alternate universes, and things of stranger, more obscure origins. Her mission and means are highly secretive, with few beyond the Emperor and Malcador the Sigillite being aware of her true mission.
[40k] Loyalist Renegade/Inquisitor: After the Tomb Jackals were banished and wiped from the records at the end of the Heresy, they spent several centuries engaged in a Repentance Crusade in the Eye. However, they soon emerged and began engaging with the Imperium again, albeit under false names with false histories. Evren uses a fake Rosette to pass as an Inquisitor of Ordo Hereticus or Malleus.
History
Abilities:
Flawed Perpetual: Requires energy and biomass to regenerate lost body parts; she must eat an arm’s weight to get an arm back. Large healings leave her weak and sleepy from hours to days after; regrowing more than 50% of her bodyweight will cause her to fall into a coma. Will regenerate from the largest part remaining or the one with her head. Other parts die after an hour and are usually consumed to regain biomass. Never ‘dies’ but will lose consciousness if sufficiently injured.
Living Cancer: Thanks to her mother’s hasty dying pact and Malal’s sick sense of humour, Evren can best be described as a sapient infectious cancer. Her cells are constantly regenerating and can revert back to stem cell level to allow her to regenerate limbs or organs. Her cells replace any foreign organic material inside or added to her body - grafted-on limbs will change into copies of what she lost - which means she was never able to bear a child, even before she removed the required organs. Given sufficient time and material, she can convert corpses into copies of her or, if a live cell sample is placed in a nutrient broth, grow a new body from scratch over a period of roughly two and half months.
Gamma-level Psyker: biomancy/physiokinesis/chloromancy, telepathy, telekinesis, kine-shields. Studied and mastered necromancy from the post-Heresy-era onwards. Has an incredibly precise control over her magic and a long list of memorised spells, though her range is middling to poor. Good at sensing fluctuations in the Warp.
Biomancy: Her first and strongest discipline. Though she was first trained as a healer, Evren has turned what she learnt to the causes of torture and interrogation, shaping flesh and bone like wet clay. She knows dozens of methods for instant killing, as well as how to keep a victim alive long after they should have died. Her speciality is the draining of energy from victims, leaving them dried-out husks.
Chloromancy: An offshoot of biomancy devoted to the control of plants. She can create fully-grown plants from seeds in seconds, even if said seeds are inside someone’s stomach at the time. Evren’s presence enlivens plants - grass lengthens in her footsteps and flowers bloom where she uses her magic.
Necromancy: At the price of another life, Evren can bring back the dead - either has barely-sapient drones or exactly as they used to be. Those too damaged or rotten to be brought back properly are made into corpse-constructs - shambling creatures made from mismatched parts, sometimes with dozens of eyes or arms for legs - or as disposable troops. Can also summon, banish, and sense ghosts or spirits - not via any natural ability but the use of charmed props and equipment.
Daemonology: Has studied the lore of daemons, so can summon, banish, restrain, and otherwise deal with daemons. After her pact with Malal, she can access their Chains of Binding, which can make most daemons her slaves.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ Biology, genetic manipulation, botany: Excels in the sciences of life. Can create new species of plants, animals, and bacterium in her lab, for everything from relieving famine or curing diseases to bioweapons. Has an almost instinctive knowledge of cell function and makeup.
+ Occult knowledge: Widely read in the nature of magic and the Warp. Has memorised many spells, curses, and cantrips; draws protective sigils and wards with ease. Knows secrets that would drive many insane, which has had an impact on her sanity.
+ Resistant to pain and torture: Both thanks to experience and her ability to use biomancy to shut down her pain receptors, she can resist most interrogation techniques. When put under great stress, she will put herself into a coma.
+ Stealth and terror tactics: Can become all but imperceptible thanks to a combination of magical and mundane techniques. Trained in tracking, assassination, sabotage, recon, torture and interrogation, intelligence gathering, and item/personnel retrieval.
+ Shapeshifting: Disguising herself as others, of any height, weight, or bodyshape, is easy for Evren thanks to her biomancy. She deeply dislikes changing her skin tone and avoid it whenever possible.
~ Evren has autism, what was formerly known as Asperger’s Syndrome.
- Suffering mentally: Her traumatic life experiences and knowledge of the universe has given Evren a depression and PTSD, both of which seem resistant to treatment. She suffers from panic attacks, nightmares, and is psychologically triggered by enclosed spaces, the colour yellow (especially hooded robes), pregnant women, and the sight of certain religious artifacts. She uses various meditation techniques and marijuana for her anxiety.
- Cannot see into the future through dreams, visions, or third-party methods: she cannot scry, cast runes, or use the Tarot. To seers, her future actions are shrouded in darkness. Some report hearing the roar of static and feeling the attention of something dark fall on them, heralded by seeing dozens of blank, white eyes in the darkness. Others see dozens of extremely disparate futures to the point of being overwhelmed.
- ’Perpetual’ nature causes her body to reject all non-organic implants, such as the Black Carapace: organic implants and transplants can be accepted via biomancy.
- Must have a source of energy/food or healing abilities slow. Must have a source of energy/food or her healing abilities slow until they cease to work entirely, due to the high energy demands of her body, leading to wounds remaining open even after an ordinary human would have healed. Starves at the rate of one unenhanced, though her enhancements allow her to consume many things considered inedible.
- Weak to things that destroy cells/atoms, i.e. atom bombs, strong radiation, gauss flayers, fire, being thrown into the Sun. Deeply fears Necrons for this reason.
- Highly affected by Blanks. Cause painful rashes/skin peeling, bleeding from the eyes/nose, intense migraines, and seizures depending on closeness/length of exposure. Her healing factor is deadened to the point where one could kill her with a knife and a bit of patience.
- Bad at spelling and mental mathematics, to the point of dyscalculia.
Personality:
+ Loyal, protective, generous, loving, charitable, friendly, patient, determined, optimistic, intellectual, courageous, devoted, flexible, playful, artistic, imaginative, trusting, forgiving.
- Liar, braggart, snobbish, patronising, glutton, literal-minded, coddling, depressive, zealot, hoarder, hypocrite, merciless, sadistic, vengeful, spiteful, stubborn, nosy, impulsive, selfish, clingy, melodramatic.
- Evren’s motivation in life is the protection and wellbeing of humanity; to this end very few actions are considered ‘too much’ or ‘too far’. Like the SCP Foundation before her, she will inflict pain and death on hundreds or thousands to save millions or even billions.
- Highly curious, she is full of questions at all times and loves to explore.
- Friends and family mean a lot to her; she values her brothers’ happiness highly and possesses an undying loyalty to the Emperor, even if she often doubts him.
- She still has great faith in humanity and believes that most people are good
- Has a 'better the devil you know’ attitude, used to enduring horrible things if it meant keeping humanity safe from even greater horrors or even annihilation
- She has a deep-seated disdain for religion and identifies as a misotheist, having never met a 'god’ worth worshipping. Secretly she dreams of toppling the gods and perhaps even taking a little of their power for themselves - she’s sure she would use it better.
- Due to the fact it was the last time she felt 'normal’ or 'like herself’, Evren is obsessed with the culture of the 1980s to 2020s and has gone out of her way to preserve artifacts from that era, including her favourite popular media. She enjoys cartoons and anime.
- Despite, or possibly because of, living through the millennia-long suppression of magic by the Foundation, Evren is openly, unapologetically proud of being a psyker and campaigns for the better understanding of her fellow magic-users.
- Secretly, she is somewhat of a coward and flees from anything she is sure can kill her, though she once managed to explore a Necron tomb with her Legion.
- Often overwhelmed by her duties, she is full of doubts and often second-guesses herself
- Is a hopeless romantic, in love with love, but treats sex casually - to her, it’s just another fun thing two or more people who like each other can do together
Likes/hobbies: Magic and studying magic, archaeology, history, exploring ruins or nature, tomb-raiding and grave-robbing, botany and gardening, cartoons comics, horror books/movies, making clothes and jewellery, puzzles/riddles, cooking, coffee/recaff (the more elaborate, brighter-coloured, and highly-flavoured the better), Turkish and Egyptian cuisine, dancing, singing, playing the piano.
Hates: Chaos-worshippers, the Chaos gods, religion in general, not being able to know things, traitors and backstabbers, letting down a friend, enclosed spaces, going hungry, wasting food, offal, eye contact, people who take advantage, corrupt officials, people who don’t care for others, Astartes who look down on humans, almost all Commissars not named Ciaphas Cain, the fact she has to remove all her body hair to wear her bodyglove comfortably.
After the Heresy, she despises Iron Warriors and Word Bearers to the point where she’ll drop anything to kill them; it’s her dearest dream to sacrifice Erebus and Kor Phaeron to Malal.
Looks:
Height: 5′7″ (original) / 8′3″ (current). Can and will change her height with biomancy.
Eyes:
Golden with hints of brown. Dark rimmed irises like a wolf (or a chicken). In the 40k era, they turn white with black sclera when channelling the power of Malal.
Wears kohl eyeliner in the ancient Egyptian style, eyeshadow in shades of blue or red with a streak of gold. Long lashes usually enhanced with mascara.
Well-groomed, s-shaped eyebrows with a ‘hook’.
Possesses a unique, prototype in-built ‘prey-sight’ that allows her to see into the infrared spectrum and track targets by body-heat. Unfortunately, it also reduces her ability to see detail such as writing/screens and people’s faces, turns the world into a blobby mess of colour, and gives her crippling migraines if she uses it for more than five minutes. Her pupils are dilated and her eyes appear glazed during use.
Has a transparent, protective nictitating membrane.
Skin:
Brown, vaguely russet. Blushes easily, freckles in strong sunlight thanks to the Jackal geneseed. Some moles – aka ‘beauty spots’ - across her body and limbs.
No scars or wrinkles save for a line of small, round scars along her spine and faint marks on her stomach as if something with five claws slashed her from ribs to hip.
Removes all hair below the neck with biomancy, to keep it from catching in her armour and bodyglove; without that, she has dark body hair and a ‘treasure trail’.
Tattoos in gold ink of runes across her ribcage, arms to elbows, and on her stomach, spelling out incantations of warding and banishment; intricate magical diagrams and sigils cover her back from shoulders to hips. These act as protection against daemons, increase her magical abilities, and make her touch painful for any with above a certain amount of Warp energies inside them. Designed to ward off danger and interrogating Chaos worshippers, she cannot touch Sanguinius or Magnus with her bare skin without causing burning pins-and-needles tingling. Touching a daemon causes them severe pain, like touching a red-hot poker.
In the 40k era, she bears the brand of Malal on her stomach; the black-and-white skull mark only appears when she’s channelling the Outcast God’s power or consumed with thoughts of vengeance. At all other times, it’s invisible.
Sensitive to touch and ticklish, especially around the - ahem - chest.
Body:
Lean but muscular with long limbs/torso. Broad shoulders, slim waist, and powerful thighs. A six-pack and strong arms. Often compared to an Amazon or Valkyrie.
Disproportionate on close inspection, with her arms almost as long as her legs; can give an Uncanny Valley effect. Long stomach/spine between ribcage and hips; has three more lumbar vertebrae than normal. Long fingers, toes, neck.
Small chest - ‘small but perfectly formed’ as she sometimes says.
Highly flexible and double jointed, capable of impressive contortionist acts. Often cracks her joints to the point of sounding like an old man; is prone to aches and pains after too much flexing, which she eases with long baths.
Possesses all Astartes organs aside from the Mucranoid, Melanchromic Organ, Black Carapace, and Lyman’s Ear; her Sus-an Membrane has a malfunction that, whenever she activates it, plagues her hibernation period with horrific nightmares.
Lacks the Black Carapace and interface ports thanks to her Perpetual nature, so she syncs with her custom-made Power Armour (Mark IV variant, replaced by a Mark VI variant post-Heresy) via a series of needles that pierce her spinal cord.
Has several experimental organs not used in the final Astartes model: Angius Ligament (lets her stretch her jaws like a snake), Tanax Gland (produces a sticky, glue-like saliva that dries quickly on contact with air), Pera Organ (a second stomach), and Runco Node (a gland in the brain that, at times of great stress, releases hormones and chemicals to dull her feelings of pain, fear, and despair; in some circumstances, Evren goes into a trance-like state where she can only think of killing enemies and lacks morality, mercy, or a conscience. She never remembers her actions afterwards and the Jackals have sworn never to tell her).
Face:
Greatly resembles her Papa. They have the same eyes, brow, nose, and cheekbones. Diamond-shaped face with a strong jaw. Beauty spot near left eye.
Eight canine teeth; all teeth sharper and more pointed than normal.
Long, flexible tongue. Unsurprisingly, she’s also a very good kisser.
Wears a brown or berry-coloured blush and lipstick in maroon, berry, navy, or black.
Faceclaim: Jessica Penne.
Hair:
Black, glossy, falls in loose curls. Naturally thick and heavy. Soft and silky.
Shoulder-blade length and worn parted at her left side with a side-fringe.
Doesn’t often change her hairstyle, but she has experimented with various styles and lengths. Tends to go between straight and curly on a whim.
In battle, it’s braided and curled into a bun under her helmet.
Clothes:
Linen tunics, tight cloth trousers, long waistcoats, and long, fur-lined (often leather) coats. Soft leather knee-high boots, leather boots, flats, and ankle boots – never heels. Doesn’t wear socks. Wears black, white, gold, shades of red but usually crimson or maroon, and shades of blue from navy to turquoise.
Gold, copper, and bone accessories – from her kills, both animal, xenos, and human. Usually hand-made. Loves rubies, aquamarine, lapis lazuli, coral, and sapphires. Likes Egyptian, jackal, space, floral/plant, and skull/bone motifs.
Wears lots of rings, bracelets/bangles, and necklaces when off-duty.
Has a large hat collection, with hats for every occasion, but she most often wears a wide-brimmed black hat with the brim tilted just so. Hat never falls off because it’s held in place with a hatpin topped with a silver skull.
Attitude/Bearing:
Due to her autism, she rarely makes eye contact, has dulled facial expressions/RBF, tends towards a monotone voice, and stims by twining her hands, playing with her hair, or pressing her palms together. Looks at people’s noses or ears, as a rule.
Stands and walks with almost unnatural grace and flexibility. Very light feet. Will casually bend her limbs backwards to reach something or turn her head like an owl.
Has a faint Liverpudlian accent and a deep voice; the accent is a deliberate affectation and vanishes during times of stress, replaced with a Terran accent.
Daemon-Princess of Malal Form Evren can ‘summon’ small parts of her daemon form into her human body, such as horns, claws, eyes, and wings; her most common trick is to summon wings, pure black and flat as paper, the feathers razor-sharp.
Soul: To psykers and daemons, her soul appears to be glowing with a bright golden light that can be almost blinding. There’s an impression of many wings, eyes, and teeth and a burning crown. Her tattoos appear as literal golden chains and the influence of Malal as a spreading darkness centred around her solar plexus.
Equipment
Mark IV/ Mark VI Corvus Power Armour: Adjusted to her disproportionate frame, the biggest change is around the joints of the armour; plating has been re-shaped and in some cases removed to allow a much higher degree of flexibility. Instead of the classic ‘beaky’ helmet it has the white jackal mask worn by the Legion’s command ranks. The inside is coated with runes and sigils of protection, purity, and banishment. The pockets and waist pouches are much bigger on the inside than the outside.
Force Sword (Asurludu): Designed and built for a user who places speed and flexibility over strength, longer and lighter than the usual model. The hilt and blade show some influence from ancient Turkic designs. The blade is decorated with an ‘evren’ - that is to say, the dragon from Turkic mythology - and the grip is bound in dark blue.
Daemon Sword: A black-bladed daemon sword with an ornate gold hilt, decorated with obsidians and moonstones, and a scabbard decorated with many eyes. Contains Snuffer Of Faith’s Candlelight, a Guardian of Contradictions who displeased Malal and was sentenced to eleven thousand year’s imprisonment within the sword. Screams and wails when wielded. Can and will devour mortal souls and daemons alike.
Various grenades: Krak, frag, flashbang, and ‘Banisher’ - produced and equipped solely by the Tomb Jackals Legion, they contain blessed salt, iron, silver, and holy water. Evren often forgets they’re there or to replenish her supply, to the annoyance of her armoury staff. She retorts that her throwing arm is so bad they’re all but useless anyway.
Dataslate: Connected to the Weigher’s central database and intranet, Evren can call upon thousands of years of information in seconds. She can also connect to others’ dataslates and send messages to their ships or voxes. It can fold in half like a book and be used in either orientation. Most files are in Esceapian or Turkish; anything sensitive is protected with instakill memetic agents that cause fatal seizures and brain haemorrhages in any who haven’t been through the right psycho-programming.
Combat Knife: Carved with runes, it has a devastating effect on daemons and other creatures of Chaos. The default combat knife wielded by all Tomb Jackals and Shadows.
Bolter: She once owned a master-crafted, artisanal-made Crusade-pattern Bolter that was destroyed just after the Heresy, during their Crusade in the Eye, and never replaced. Since then she’s owned a variety of firearms, either losing them or giving them away. Her current weapon, as of 40k, is a Godwyn Mark Vb Pattern.
Snacks and drinks: Since both magic and healing drain a great deal of her energy, it’s important for Evren to stay well-fed. She keeps a supply of high-protein, high-fat, and high-sugar rations in the form of bars and drinks, fortified with iron and calcium, as well as more normal foodstuffs such as jerky, candy bars, and bottles of water.
Inquisitors’ Rosette: Before the Heresy, this took the form of the Emperor’s personal aquila in gold, with the SCA symbol on its breast, as a badge or a pendent. In the 40k, Evren wields the rosette of the Inquisition when going undercover. Kyete acquired it, as well as the official papers and paraphernalia, from a Custodian who owed her a favour. The rosette takes the form of the stylised I bearing the winged skull of a jackal.
First Aid Kit: For minor wounds she can’t or won’t heal with her biomancy.
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The Bible, and Why Thoughts Should Be Separated from the Original Source and its Backers
(((Forewarning: This post is a stream of thought. Don’t read if you’re expecting something that avoids the tangential and has a coherent structure)))
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I don’t like hypocrisy--I’m guilty of it, as we all are, albeit I make it a point to avoid it. And, sure, there are other (IMO) worse traits a human being can have. But almost anybody would agree that hypocrisy is bad, and the hypocrite’s words are worthless at best, toxic at worst.
I understand the sentiment, but, for the sake of perspective, I would like to defend the hypocrite and morally defunct with this following post.
Now, being well aware of Tumblr’s main demographic make up, I’m sure most people on here aren’t big fans of the Bible.
Truth be told, if you look at the world through the lens of the disgruntled, orthodox Christians, their fears, grievances, and predictions ring quite true--I’m not saying I agree with them, I’m just saying, through their worldview, the notion that Christianity is losing ground steadily to sin and depravity has enough evidence (for them) to enforce this worldview firmly. Homosexuality running rampant, men and women rebelling against their “roles,” brown heretics invading their bastions of innocence to rape and pillage and steal jobs, hip hop becoming the most popular music to corrupt their children and brainwash them to do drugs and get piercings and show shoulders and kill babies and kneel for anthems, these same Jaxton’s and Peyton’s being forced by the Deep State Pedo-Ring to take a non-English language class and learn evolution, fiery Hell, they’re even calling this the “Common Era” instead of “Anno Domini.” I can see how the modern age looks like the setup for the Apocalypse, their Book of Revelation. The rapidly growing Internet, which was once an obscure, semi-useless sort of nerd thing, and then in popular movies for a decade or two was only referenced as some silly cat-joke platform, is slowly but surely becoming a very serious aspect of human life. You can’t make it far without a WiFi connection, not in society, not in business, not in leisure, nothing. And this new frontier, this fresh-faced future, here they have it the worst, constantly being belittled and called names and having mean science-y devil worshipers “debunk” their worldviews, whatever slimy libtard nonsense that all means.
Orthodox Christians that use a religion--a somewhat neutral thing--to justify their their bigotry, the sort of Christians that fit the of bedrock for an otherwise atheist and secular alt-right probably ensure, if anything, that liberally-inclined youngsters like myself push themselves as far away from Christianity as a whole as possible. Christianity is a sort of thing that people here in America almost thought synonymous with race; you were born into it, and you died with it. I mean, hey, people can’t seem to wrap their mind around the idea that Islam isn’t a race. People would identify as being Christian, even though they never went to church (save maybe Easter and/or Christmas), didn’t pray unless gramps was around, and never read a lick of the Bible, let alone mulled it over. Nowadays, there’s a growing portion of young people that aren’t just apathetic and passive with their family or culture’s religion, they’re proud to actively reject it.
Orthodox Christians have made a really bad name for themselves, their religion as a whole, their precious Bible, and, alongside it, anything and everything they associate themselves with, especially ideas and opinions.
(Quick disclaimer: I’m picking on Christianity right now, but insert whatever religious or spiritual beliefs you like. It just happens to be the biggest demographic here and easiest example that comes to mind for what I’m trying to achieve in this post. Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism, paganism, Satanism, even atheism all are just ideas wreathed in metaphor (or “fact” when it comes to atheism) that are neutral on their lonesome, but are used for evil but society and the individual. Back to the program.)
For the most part, I’m like, “serves you dumbass chauvinists right,” but I wouldn’t have made this post if I didn’t have mixed feelings about the deeper implications and consequences.
QUICK TANGENT TIME!
Let’s say you have a...I don’t know...coworker, we’ll call him Fraxley (lol). So Fraxley isn’t most of everybody’s favorite. Ya’all work at a restaurant. He’s loud, obnoxious, entitled, immature, petty, judgmental, lazy, whiny, condescending, pretty much everything you’d dread in a coworker. But, one fateful day, you’re talking to your boss, Mrs. Boss. This is how it goes:
Mrs. Boss: “Man, did you see the table by the restrooms?”
You: “Uh, no, what happened?”
Mrs. Boss: “Some party of two parents and their kids had a birthday party...not only did they leave a huge mess, but nobody used coasters, and now there’s horrendous watermarks all over.”
You: “Reese’s Pieces, what?”
Mrs. Boss: “Yeah, like the parents didn’t stop them or nothing.”
You: “Damn...would degreaser or something help? I guess I’ll grab--”
Mrs. Boss: “No no no, see, that’s the real problem, we’re out of all our cleaners and we can’t get any in here until next Monday.”
You: “Ouch.”
Mrs. Boss: “I guess just scrub it as best as you can. If Ownerpeople comes in tonight and sees it in that state, they’ll lose their shit.”
You: “Okay, just let me see if--”
*Fraxley kicks open the front doors (letting in customers before you’re open), hocks a loogie on the window, flips a water bottle into the fryer, and blows Bongwater-flavor Juul clouds in your face that resemble Baroque architecture*
Fraxley: “Sup, bitches. Heard we got some fuckin’ tabletop probs.”
You: “Yeah.”
Mrs. Boss: “...Hi, Fraxley, could you--”
Fraxley: “Well, Brossolini, if you don’t want to be an epic NPC fuckin’ retard about it, toothpaste works great for watermarks on wood. Makes that bitch moannnn. J to the S, G.”
Mrs. Boss: “Fraxley, could you clock-in and put some ice in the bin?”
Fraxley: “UghhHHGHhh. What’s up with you, sour tits?”
Mrs. Boss. “Now.”
Fraxley: “Meesa no likey. *winks coyly at you* Later, buddy.”
. . .
So, the question is, what do you do?
Most people would ignore Fraxley, and for good reason. But his tip, his two cents, his wisdom (which, keep in mind, didn’t even originate from him!) shouldn’t be automatically discarded.
Here’s another quick example. Read some of these quotes:
“Words build bridges into unexplored regions.”
“The victor will never be asked if he told the truth.”
“He alone, who owns the youth, gains the future.”
“Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it.”
Not my like, all-time-favorite, Earth-shattering, epiphany-inducing quotes, but still pretty wise, huh? Worth a mulling over? Worth soaking in, and applying to your life and your perspective, from time to time, eh? Certainly, I believe I can apply, say, the last quote, to current-day politics. I can apply the first one to nearly every single second of every single day.
I found these quotes by this Google search: “quotes from hitler”
Yep!
Words to me are kind of like children. The context of their parents is important, but, ultimately, they are their own individual beings, and shouldn’t be judged for neither the goodness nor the evil their parents have wrought on this world.
You see, sort of, what I’m trying to say about the Bible? Really, anybody and anything, but for this discussion, the Bible?
I have my own personal spiritual beliefs and worldview that I would like to think is particularly unique, one which doesn’t fit me smoothly into any predetermined box. When it comes to the events of the New and Old Testament, I have mixed feelings. The Old Testament...I believe nearly all of it is more or less a metaphor. As for the New Testament, I believe Jesus was alive. Less surely, I believe he was the most powerful human being we’ve witnessed (or an extraterrestrial/extradimensional being, or something), a practitioner of magic that we all have the potential for, deep down somewhere. He’s a Level 99 person, whereas most of us never get past Level 4 to 7 or something along those lines. I believe many of the events in Jesus’s life, as recorded, did happen, and along the way, some areas were perverted by both his humanly human apostles recording them, as well as the numerous translations and re-writes and edits that have happened in the last 2000 years, with a fat ol’ margin for both accidental error and malicious, egotistic inserts.
So as we can see, I’m already biased in part to favor some bits of the New Testament, and even be patient enough and curious enough to think about the Old Testament. It probably doesn’t help that I was raised Muslim, in America no less, so I probably have some learned sympathy for Abrahamic religions in general.
Now, I’ve only ever really dug into the Book of Mark, thanks in totality to an Intro to New Testament class I took in college (it was either that or some even more presumably boring garbage). As for the rest of the Bible, I know the general events (as most of us do) of the Old Testament, I was challenged to read a bit of the Book of Job during a (horrifying) Ouija experience, and other little bits here and there have come to me by chance. I’m no expert. But, my bias acknowledged, it really makes me sad that some people are never going to consider a single word in the Bible as anything other than a weapon that has been used against them. It has some excellent metaphors, lessons, and stories that not only can be applied in simple day-to-day life, but I have found myself applying to my understanding of human psychology and the human condition, of my internal journey towards actualization and self-understanding, of love and hate and chaos and order, and my understanding (or accepted lack thereof) of the universe and reality I inhabit, the life within it, and the events after.
What’s also important to add, is the Bible isn’t the skeleton of my beliefs and perspective. It’s not some major slice of the pie, it’s just a few Lego bricks in an enormous set that took me years to construct. Without it, sure, it’d likely be much the same, but in some ways, it wouldn’t. My fundamental ability to accept teachings from the Bible, both because of my subconscious bias for it and despite my growing conscious bias against it, are what have caused me to accept a wide berth of teachings, that, had I remained close-minded and say, only trusted celebrities I like and factual science (whatever the fuck factual means anymore), my enormous structure would instead be a trifling, misshapen, tragic little thing.
The same thing that allowed me to accept the Christian Bible, to just entertain its ideas, has also allowed me to garner wisdom and knowledge from all sorts of celebrities, musicians, artists, politicians, generals, prodigies, and scourges both in my day and age, and throughout history, not just the ones I happened to like but even the ones that struck me the wrong way.
I liked Sun Tzu, because why not, so I got to absorb bits of The Art of War, but I’ve also learned some wisdom from current day American generals who bomb my cousins. I never reached a high enough edge level at any point to consider entertaining Satanism into my lifestyle, but hey, Satanism has some interesting things worth a good mull, or even quoting in everyday conversation. People might look at me like I’m mad, but if you past the skins these jewels are shrouded in, you get to reap the intriguing beauty within, without compromising your core self in the process.
I watch an unhealthy amount of YouTube at times--when I’m at my highest functioning, I limit it to drives to and from work. I like a lot of progressives, unsociopathic intellectuals, hip-hop commentators, and the like (links on names): Shaun, Jeffrey Almonte, ContraPoints, Academy of Ideas, D Respect, hbomberguy, TD Hip Hop Media, probably a few others.
Emphasis on progressive. It’s hard for me to relate and appreciate much else--I don’t want someone mindlessly parroting pop-woke garbage, I just want someone with a little bit of soul and a lotta bit of brain, and I do well to forgive and forget when the aforementioned have opinions that differ from my own.
But, a while last month, I was recommended a channel: Alternative Hypothesis.
Now, silly ol’ me, read that as, “Oooh, someone who’s very likely counter-culture, possibly a little pretentious but let’s give’em a listen.”
Basically, emphasis on ALT.
I only got through about 5 or 6 videos, but see, that’s the thing. I could recognize the guy was well spoken, good at structuring a video and articulating a point. It wasn’t complete laughable swill like Ben Shapiro or Sargon of Akkad. This guy actually made me stop and think some pretty wild ass shit, like, “was slavery really that bad?” Fucking horrifying, right? Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty sure I’m not a great debater, but I had enough sense to debunk his videos both logically and morally. But he really challenged me and my viewpoints. Made me stop in think. Now you might think, “well, it’s not like you’re black so you don’t exactly have a lot of eggs in that basket,” and I get why you’d think that. Even I double-checked myself on that. But I will let almost any of my core beliefs be challenged, and I don’t think that makes me a pushover or weak, morally or mentally or otherwise. If anything, it strengthens my resolve, and makes my beliefs feel more mine, and less insecure attempts to fit into a mold. I’ve let myself attack whites, suburbanites, Muslims, Arabs, rappers, specifically white rappers, writers, artists, men, the insecure, the dark (of head, not skin), the indecisive, Americans, talkers, introverts......these are all things that are me. If I’m critical of anyone at all, it’s me.
Funny thing, I actually vaguely remember a quote that went something like, “Don’t defend your attacks on your character you know are wrong, or you’ve already lost.”
I don’t really remember where that quote originated, whether it was the Bible or the Daily Stormer or Gandhi or Jake Paul, but it’s reminding myself right in this very second that I’m okay, I don’t need to justify shit, I going on a cutting-edge ramble or something, and I just need to be self-satisfied and go on my merry way. And I need that right now. I don’t care where it came from.
Go read the Bible. The same book (Book of Leviticus) that forsakes homosexuality does the same with eating fat, eating pigs, wearing mixed fabrics (aka wearing most of anything nowadays), cutting your hair, touching weirdly specific things, getting your red wings, adultery, incest, mixing crops, getting tattoos, blasphemy, and working on Sunday. Obviously, a load of this is trash. Don’t get hung up on the little ugly bits.
I recently finished reading Stranger in a Strange Land. The author obviously had a couple stupid worldviews, mainly general sexism and a part where a female character chimes in that 9 out of 10 rape victims were essentially asking for it. If I were the stereotypical over-sensitive, virtue-signalling young’un in today’s day and age, I would’ve thrown the book right then and there against a wall and lit the place on fire, vowing to purge every word I had read thus far from my mind. Instead, I kept reading, and the book is fucking amazing. I will look past the author’s glaring flaws, which we all have, and instead of sheltering myself from the real world, I got to add another excellent artwork to my experiences. Go read Stranger in a Strange Land, it’s about Martian Jesus.
Stop having knee-jerk reactions--if you’re forming a demonized version of me in your head when you read me writing phrases like “over-sensitive,” or “virtue-signalling,” or “knee-jerk,” or my imaginary character Fraxley saying “retard” or “bitch,” you’re doing yourself absolutely no favors, in the short nor the long term. The world and its wisdoms are not PC. You can retain your morals and still absorb a wealth of knowledge from an individual that might be the antithesis of your beliefs. I literally think true progressivism, minus all the ulterior motives and “justified” cruelty, is nearly synonymous with morality. If this post has upset you, please get your head out of your ass. I’m telling you because you need to hear it, not because I want to put you down or assert superiority or any dumb shit, I literally want to see you and our planet succeed.
I love you.
#bible#wisdom#judgement#open mind#progressiveyoutube#ideas#get your shit straight#pearl#reality#self love#quotes
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Life Event
Mac’s July Challenge
It is amazing how one small act, incident, or event can change the tide of an entire story. These can be good or bad things as we read. A catastrophe, meeting a soul mate, losing someone, having a child. There are so many things that our muses experience that shape the very fabric of their being. Today’s challenge will touch on that. How one thing, big or small, has impacted them. Now, we’ve already talked origin stories, the beginning of your muse. Today we talk about another life-altering incident.
Describe what you consider the most important event of your Muse’s life so far.
“Ya can’t be much older than I am.”
Mac laughed softly at the comment. Her youthful appearance fooled so many. Even her sometimes when she looked in the mirror. Frozen in time, unable to grow old. It was both a blessing and a curse. She usually hid her strange longevity, no good usually came from telling people her true age. However, as she sat there with Mister Belmont watching the Deeprun Tram come and go, for some reason she didn’t feel the need to hide it from him.
“I’ll be 83 this December.”
As predicted, the usual look and questions followed. He was kind, his rough voice laced only with innocent curiosity and not judgment. The how behind the trick. Mac only wished it was a trick. Some simple thing she could simply stop as she wished. Instead, she explained the truth behind it.
“I nearly lost my son when he was young. I didn’t have the power to save him and I couldn’t bear to lose my child. I turned to those that did, higher powers with the ability to save him… for a price. He was spared, saved by the wild magic coursing deep in the earth. A life saved, a life owed. Ironic part is, I couldn’t lose him there, but the price I paid… He will grow old and eventually die. I will not. In the end, I will still lose him like I would have then.”
Mister Belmont nodded, his following question a simple one. “Does ‘e know what ya did?”
Mac nodded. “He knows, yes. We’re estranged now. It’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to him but he knows…”
OOC Notes
Though most don’t know it, Mac is actually a Gilnean Witch of the Old Ways. In this slightly obscure version of Lore, it hints that Gilnean “druids” had limited control of natural magic and much like the primitive tribes of early humanity, they worship the wild gods.
Utilizing this lore, Mac wasn’t able to save her son. Her magic being limited, she didn’t possess the necessary strength to heal him. I am a firm believer that when it comes to magic beyond what one possesses, and with gods in play, that there should always be a price.
In this instance, the cost was longevity. Many would see this as a blessing, however, as the years march on, Mac remains frozen at the same age from the day she saved her son. She was unwilling to part with him when death was there with a sharp knife, threatening her son with a short life.
Because of her inability to accept that all things must die and that it was her son’s time, the gods collected her debt owed with a cruel irony. Mac would remain young while all those she truly cared about aged with the march time. Her children, friends, and family would wither with age and eventually die, one by one.
The reason this event is so important to Mac is because it came with lessons that shaped her into the person she is today. For one, Mac is very guarded due to the fact that she has watched so many loved ones pass from this world. She fears getting close to another because she knows one day she will mourn them.
It also gave her a new respect for her gifts. Before, she always took her magic for granted, especially her ability to connect with something greater and perform rituals and spells that were far beyond her own natural abilities. Now, she understands the dangers and the price that comes with tapping into wild powers. She was desperate to save her child and leapt before she looked. While she doesn’t regret her choice in the slightest, she knows the price she paid was a sacrifice not many would be able to accept.
Now, Mac serves as not only someone who can help the desperate who are looking for a miracle, she also uses her story as a warning to the rare few who find themselves at her door, seeking help for something dire. She reminds them that interfering with the natural course of things often has unexpected consequences and sometimes the price that must be paid is too great.
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DuD Fiction
Mild FOIP
Family
Cal said a prayer for each of them, every night. They said a prayer for everybody of course, for all those they knew and all those they didn’t, but these by name.
Nic first. They prayed that he would hate himself a little less, that his mind would heal without fracturing more. They prayed even for the parts they shouldn’t. They prayed that he wouldn’t leave them or forget them. They prayed that they wouldn’t stray too far from him, or forget him either. Half of the prayer was merely his name, trying to carve it so not even the sea of souls could wash it away.
Silvestro. They prayed for his darkness. They prayed that his duties wouldn’t leave too deep a mark on him. They prayed for his resentment and his bitterness and his anger, and mostly for his healing.
Bridge, who’s name still tasted wrong compared to the one they heard in a hospital bed that was not theirs. They prayed for him because they were sure he prayed for everybody else and weren’t sure that anybody prayed for him. They prayed that his family wouldn’t get lost from him.
Anoretta. For all her mistakes, real and imagined. For all her wounds, her own and others. For all her stubborness, for all her tears, for the future Cal so desperately wanted them to have together.
Baris. Baris, always. Baris who had broken them to the point where their words were barely even a prayer, and more of a litany of begging for forgiveness. Forgive me for all the things I did, but most importantly, the ones I did not do.
Often Argento, Gwyn. Sometimes Mitra-Shadi, Aleph. Rarely Esme, if they were feeling particularly selfless. Then they felt guilty for not always including her, and prayed for some forgiveness. They did not pray for Grulge, as they figured he had his own lookout and quite enough help as it stood.
Their prayers never truly ceased.
Emperor’s Chosen
They had spent the first half of their life wishing they were special. They had tried to be, trained and worked and sweated for the chance to win at something. They didn’t even care what the prize was - it was the winning that mattered, the acknowledgement, the victory. And they failed, ultimately.
And the next quarter of their life was spent wishing they didn’t exist. Wishing to be the opposite of special, wishing to be invisible and obscure. Being a psyker was not a blessing. Everybody knew it was a curse at best and a death sentence at worst.
And now. Something had changed. Irrefutable proof they were special. It didn’t feel uncomplicatedly good. It hurt. It was hard. Harder than anything else they had ever faced. Lonely too. Nobody else could possibly understand this. The horror of a body that was not only not your own, but was supposed to be a gift. They couldn’t rage, they couldn’t fight, they had to bite back their anger and transform it into gratitude. Their destiny, their fate was inescapable and all consuming and suddenly, their specialness didn’t seem like something they wanted any more.
And they couldn’t tell a single damn person.
Sacrifice/ Duty
You want to talk about sacrifice? Let’s talk about sacrifice.
Let’s talk about blood and oil. Let’s talk about how they both oiled the factory gears equally and how you never fucking saw what you made. Let’s talk about sleepless nights and blistered hands and sweltering heat. Seeing gears in every time you close your eyes. Everything aching.
Then there’s the sacrifice you give to the ships. Your joy, your love, your bravery until nothing of the old you is left. Until you’re a shadow with a body. The screaming in your head starts here, and never goes away, not really, not truly.
Your eyes aren’t even the last thing you give. You give your life, really. This was it, forever, owned and branded and owned. You are property all over again, except not to the Admech, to the Imperium. So many people have claims to you, there is none left for yourself. You whittle off parts of yourself and hand them over to the powers that be.
And now your palms bleed and ache. And now you can’t sleep. And your chest had wounds in it that go deeper than skin, and everyone looks at you with wide, hopeful eyes, and you know you’re going to let them down. You become more than a person to these pilgrims. You don’t matter, not really, but the voice in your head does. You sacrifice your feelings, because they can’t matter with lives at stake.
But people will still look at you, and see nothing but what you have, not what you gave.
The Virtues of Shooting Psykers
Lance loved his work. He loved the arid simplicity of it, the clean lines and choices that made it the direct opposite of his somewhat messy personal life. Someone was placed in front of him, and he broke them or killed them. He was placed in his cockpit and he destroyed whatever machine they told him to. No thinking required, half the time. Just muscle memory and instincts.
Idly, he crushed his cigarette underneath the heel of his boot, leaving a smear of ash across the metal floor. His leather gloves were a little tacky with blood still, the air conditioning in the room drying it unnaturally fast. The psyker’s head was drooped, chin to chest, a small trickle of scarlet dried by the corner of his mouth. Lance wasn’t quite sure how long he had been in custody total, but he had been in his care for three days now. The cuffs had dug angry red lines into his wrists, his shoulders tight and surely agonising from hours sitting in the same unforgiving chair.
Lance didn’t feel sympathy towards him. Nor did he feel disgust. Rather he felt an abstract distaste, making him want to turn away, not look the creature in the eyes. It was almost an acute embarrassment, that this person could exist and not simply just fade away of their own accord. No, they had insisted on living and both of them had to live with the consequences.
His dataslate buzzed obnoxiously, clattering across the table set in front of the psyker. He opened it casually, sighing as he read his orders, locking it again a moment after. He unsheathed the laz pistol strapped to his outer thigh and began checking the energy pack. The psyker started, feet pushing fruitlessly at the floor in a vain effort to retreat.
“I would say this isn’t personal, but we both know that’s not exactly true, don’t we?” His voice betrayed no hint of anger, pity or resignation. In fact, it betrayed nothing at all. No emotion. “You have betrayed the Throne, which makes it personal to well, basically everybody.” He cocked his gun. “But well, I’d be lying if I said that was the main reason. Mostly, well, I like it. And I’m good at it. Pray while you still can. Someone’s gotta hear you, right?”
Corruption
“A-Argento, is this… Okay. Right.
The Imperium is facing some difficult choices. Some of these choices will seem too much for us to bear, but we must not lose hope. All of us are special - all of us are blessed with the presence of the God Emperor.
But this does not mean we can be complacent. We must all look inside ourselves and decide what we can do to bring Her glory. We must fight and we must die. We must sacrifice. We must obey just authority. We must root out the corruption and the rot, wherever we find it. We will cleanse it with pain, with prayer, and with flame. Faith is our weapon and it will never fail us.
I know sometimes the work can seem too huge to bear. I have been frightened, I have been weak. But I find His love, and it gives me strength. I remember that my fear does not excuse me from doing Her holy work. A friend… A captain once said to me, that everything you must do, when you stand before His golden you must be able to justify to Her. Think - have you done enough to defeat His enemies? Have you done your duty to the best of your ability? Have you fulfilled your purpose to Her? Have you dedicated your life to Him alone?
A future is ahead of us, and it is beautiful. We will move on from the ashes of our past sins, and bathe in the light of a galaxy lit only with flame and golden light. I pray for all of us, and She listens. This much I know to be true.”
Ave Imperator
It felt odd sometimes, knowing what they knew, feeling what they felt. The God they worshipped had turned out to be a stranger to them, and yet now, they were closer than ever. Cal felt the lines between them had truly began to blur. Cal knew that with every dream, every changed perspective, every time they forgot where they were or what someone’s name was.
Their love had deepened for Her. They were obsessed in all honesty, their every other thought coming back to Her. It was understandable - His voice was echoing in their head constantly after all, drenching everything in molten gold.
Distantly, they remembered Olethra. They remembered reverent faces reaching out to touch their skirts, their hands, their hair. They remembered crouching, healing every wound they came across, whispering of the Omnissiah and the God Emperor, code switching with alarming ease. It was like speaking two languages, fluent in both. This was the tiniest hint of worship, and they wondered what He must feel like.
Did She get tired of the constant requests and cries for help, thousands upon thousands all at once? Did He wish He could talk, just talk to someone, about something other than the fate of the known universe? Cal thought She must be very lonely, and strove to pray about everything and nothing, just wanting the intimacy of baring your soul and expecting nothing in return.
Lazgun
She crouched in the vents, bandanna pulled over her nose and mouth, and tilted her head, listening to the noise below her. The hive market was bustling, calls carrying over the heads of patrons, bartering and arguments intermingling, all the little noises of life. Steam rose from freshly cooked corpsestarch and smoke rose from Iho sticks. The comings and goings in the narrow corridors into the plaza made the populace look almost like the sea, waves upon waves.
She scanned the crowd manually, knowing her auxspecs was useless here. There were too many bodies. However, it was easier than she predicted. When everybody was moving, her eyes picked out the solid points easily. The arbites leaned against a far wall, guns hanging idly by their sides. One had their visor up, chewing idly on some hive-food, murmuring something to their partner. The partner had their visor down, reflecting the market back at them, rendering them anonymous. A surge of furious, hot hate ignited in her heart, and she had to swallow it. She remembered what her leader said - her hot head would get her killed if she didn’t cool it down.
Careful not to bang her elbows against the side of the vent, she opened her backpack, removing a bundle of cloth. They unwrapped it in their hands, feeling the intoxicating weight. The gun was sleek and clean, apart from the muzzle which seemed chunkier than the rest of it put together. The energy pack slid in with only the smallest click, a tiny light flickering green to show it was ready to be used.
On her stomach, she wiggled to the grate at the front of the vent. She had been working towards this moment for longer than she could remember. Rising Flame had found her when she had nothing, absolutely nothing, and gave her all the tools she needed to avenge her sister. She could remember her death only in the vaguest impressions - an arbiter’s gun, screaming, not being allowed to stay with the body. It had started a hatred burning in her heart that had only grown and grown with every injustice the Imperium committed and they were oh so numerous. She rested the barrel on the grate, flicking on the sight. This was a small action, to be sure. Not killing a high lord, not killing a inquisitor. But it was cutting off a finger of those institutions, sending a clear message; this would not stand.
She took a deep breath, noticing how her hands were not shaking at all. Good. She had never felt this calm in her life. And now, it was time to fire.
Hidden Things/The Night
The hillside seemed quiet. The chattering and chittering and hissing of the animals had faded. The rapidly darkening evening had granted a fragile peace from the hustle of the day. The locals had left their fields and returned inside to huddle by the fire, rest and sleep.
And one by one, pairs of red lights flickered to life on the hillside. The skitarri woke up, shaking the leaves and dirt from their metal casings. They didn’t have to concern themselves with being silent. Stealth was not their objective. They were not a secret. They were looking for someone and were did not worry if he knew they were coming.
They slowly advanced down the mountainside, brushing trees aside as if they were cobwebs, not glancing back at the destruction they left in their wake. In their stone houses, the locals flinched, and pulled their blankets around them a little tighter. They knew if they were innocent they had nothing to fear. But the skitarri were strange creatures and who knew what their definition of guilty was? They had razed entire fields to find a energy pack casing, had burnt down a forest to find a few dissidents.
They walked in loose lines, no two looking entirely similar, but they were all clearly from the same pack. Some had claws that shone in the bright moonlight. Some had hoods that hid their faces deep in the recesses. Some made whirring sounds as the pistons inside them pushed them on. One in particular had a fur wrapped around it’s torso, some exotic creature coloured like ink.
In the middle, was a Magos. And they were the worst of all, somehow, their humanity both more and less apparent. There was a savage intelligence in her eyes, but there was little mercy. If the skitarri were a pack, this was their alpha, the nucleus to their molecules. And tonight, they were hunting.
Kingfisher
Las sat on the riverbank, trousers rolled up, feet dangling into the cool water. All was quiet, if you ignored the distant gunfire in the hills. It didn’t concern him too much. Nothing had been entirely peaceful since the Imperials came.
This could have been paradise otherwise. The forests were full and alive, the river quick moving and populated, the winters kinder than they had any right to be. Las walked the same path through the woods he always had, the ground worn bare from hundreds of feet similar to his own.
He wasn’t sure what was going to happen now. Things had been changing, going wrong. People found dead in the woods, mauled by claws that matched no animals they knew of. The Governor's hunting becoming more and more vicious as they all pretended they didn’t know the fate of those who went missing. The planet had started to feel... wrong. It gave him a deeply unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach. Like the feeling before a storm.
But right now, he was sitting at the river, watching the birds swoop and chatter, excited by the arrival of summer, undisturbed by his presence. He wished he could stay in this moment, crystallised and untouchable. But times arrow only flew forward, and soon it would be dark.
Cal and Anoretta Go for a Walk Outside
This is what happily ever after felt like. Their bones were still aching - they had never fully recovered from the blessings of the Emperor, and they were hardly getting any younger, but they lean on each other, and their sticks, and made their way slowly to the porch. They spent most of their evenings here, side by side, petting the gyrinx that wound around their ankles.
They had made this home for themselves, carved it out with blood and tears and sacrifice. Finnesterra had waited for them, patiently, and returning to it felt like finally coming home. The first home Cal had ever really had. It felt like they could finally rest. The voice in their head had quietened, but not abandoned them completely. Cal knew they would meet again, for the final time, but that time wasn’t now. Their embrace could wait a little longer.
For now, it was time to enjoy their life. They meddled happily, they were rarely seen without Nic or Anoretta. They wore their Guardian sash at all times, never too busy to help if asked. They slept, deeply, untroubled by bad dreams. They dreamt instead of Baris, distant but safe. He had a different destiny. One which tragically, was not with them.
But they were never hungry here, and they hadn’t held a gun in years. The stigmata in their hands had ceased bleeding some time ago, though the marks remained, unmoving. On the porch, they rested their head on Anoretta’s shoulder, reading her contentment as thought it were their own, because maybe it was. “Told you we’d retire happy.”
Forgiveness/Trust Issues/ Disappointment
Cal kept thinking that they were supposed to be better than this. They were meant to be working past human desires and needs, becoming something better. But instead, the resentments simmered. All the tiny hurts they had ever felt did not fade away, but stuck to the inside of their ribs, mostly unnoticeable, occasionally suffocating.
They were fundamentally petty at their core. It was a sign of their mind becoming their own again. No longer would they accept hurt from others as a matter of course, something they deserved without further examination. Their mind prickled at the small injustices rather than the grand pains.
George and Esme were the principle figures these complicated feelings revolved around. So George was hurting. It didn’t negate her microaggressions, or how she spoke to Cal, or the fear in her eyes. Her pain was regrettable but her actions were not excusable.
Then Esme, the woman that had inspired the most doubt and fear in Cal out of all the naysayers, her gentle voice worming its way into their head the most, now deciding she believed Cal. And thinking that that was alright, that things were fine now. Not to mention the bloody Grulge complication.
This is why Cal didn’t trust anyone who wasn’t hive or factory scum easily. They never realised when they were hurting, or thought moving on was the best way of healing it for all involved. Nobles had no self awareness. They’d never had to develop it.
Knights are Awesome
The two girls sat on the edge of the pier, legs dangling over, kicking in tandem. Streamers hung off every available surface, banners snapping in the wind. They knew it was a special day because they’d been given a day off work, the machines minding themselves for twelve hours. This was next to unheard of. Certainly they could never remember this happening before, but they were very young.
Underneath them, a crowd surged and pushed on the sand, facing towards the long path of concrete that had been cleared. They weren’t strictly supposed to be up here, but they were adept climbers, and they wanted to see.
And see they did. They started small on the horizon, lost amongst the factory pipes and chimneys. But as the crowd chattered and parted, and they got closer and closer, they came into view. Machines made into a form resembling human, metal twisted into an offering to the Omnissiah. This was the closest to a titan they would ever get, and it was close enough. Their mouths hung open in awe, a thousand futures flashing through their head where they became knights together, moulding their mind to link to their machines, never once realising that this future was never meant for them. They were shut out from it, destined instead to be the oil that kept the gears turning.
Right now though, that didn’t matter. It was enough to be close to holiness, to be a part of the system that kept these artefacts moving. They were all tools of the Machine God, even if some parts were bigger than others.
Astropath Small Talk
“I’m still not used to this.”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be used to this.”
“It’s so dark.”
“It’s okay. I’m right here.”
“This has got to be easier for telepaths.”
“Mm, only when it comes to bumping into other people. Objects are still posing a bit of a challenge. Telekinetics still have the lead on that one.”
“And diviners are just cheating honestly.”
“As always.”
“... What do you think being in a choir is like?”
“I’m not sure. I didn’t even know there were people like me.”
“You didn’t have posters up about psykers?”
“I grew up on a half-empty agriworld, we didn’t have posters up about anything. The whole Warp thing came as a bit of a shock to be honest.”
“I think a choir might be nice. Feeling close to others.”
“Not sure I want anyone in my head though.”
“I’m not sure you are. I think it’s like... you occupy a different space together. Not your head but somewhere else - “
“Shhh. I can hear the hourly check in.”
“Goodnight.”
“Shhh.”
Thought for the Fortnight/Loyalty
His voice echoed through the hallways of the Chaser, through the dormitories and mess halls, canteens and officers, decks and bridges. It seemed to belong there, not seeming imperative or out of place. It added a presence that the Chaser had been desperately missing. Everyone had noticed it, from the lowliest rating to the arm-screws to the archivists.
Cal had been amazed by the feeling on the ship, the comradeship, the sense of fierce pride and protection they all had for it. They weren’t sure if their isolation prevented them from seeing it on the Lord’s Confidence or if it simply just didn’t exist. But here was different, and it was at least mostly because Bridge and Nic made it different. It wasn’t just a job for so many of the people here, it was a home, a livelihood they had previously not been afforded. Sitting in the security dormitory, Cal saw crowds of people that had been given a second chance.
Cal realised that it wasn’t solely because of their righteousness that they had hung their flag to their mast. It was because of their kindness, the softness that came from not wanting other people to suffer the same as they had. They thought of Bridge’s hand on their shoulder, Nic’s arms around them, Silvestro’s steely protectiveness. It would kill Cal if they were on the opposite side to them, so they were infinitely glad they were not.
Drawings
Davian glanced over his brother’s shoulder, at the paper he was pouring over. This was yet another talent he lacked that his brother had in shed loads. Not that Sol was perfect at it, he had a long way to go to greatness, but there was a care and skill there that Davian couldn’t dream to have.
He was sketching out the flowers blooming from the biodeck, a riot of colour and movement, the air regulation making the leaves shiver and twitch. Davian had never particularly stopped to look at it before, its practical function far outweighing its aesthetic one. But Sol had grown up in a hive. He hadn’t seen anything like it before, and he wondered at it. And through his fresh eyes, Davian shared the experience. The biodeck was no longer merely a necessity but also an indulgence, something to admire.
A small part of him was satisfied with the idea that Sol only had this cheap imitation of plant life. He had been on an agri-planet, he had walked in open fields, seen whole forests, seen the open pink sky above them. He had that beauty cradled close to his chest and used it to affirm his own superiority. As it was his right to do.
And yet here was Sol, sketching out flowers with agonising care, trying to document the beauty he saw in gene-altered flowers on a ships biodeck. And Davian was jealous.
Bad Taste
Lance’s shoulders hit the wall, and the Commissar’s lips hit his a moment later. “This is a bad idea.” He said, discarding the iconic hat, much to Lance’s sorrow.
“Yes.” Lance agreed, nodding, his lips moving to press kisses along his shaven jaw, occasionally biting the soft skin there, leaving small red marks. He liked the idea that the next morning, the mirror would reflect the evening before.
“I should go back to my own room.” His hands tugged on Lance’s shirt impatiently, sending a button fraying and making him laugh. He shrugged it off, revealing a torso painted with faint and not-so-faint scars. An entire history on his skin, nothing and nowhere to hide.
“Probably.” Lance experimentally moved a hand to his belt buckle, quirking an eyebrow, asking for permission. Without hesitation, the Commissar nodded, his fingers fumbling with his own belt, clumsy in his hurry.
The next few hours passed as one would expect. Sweat, bruises, moans, desperately trying to muffle noises as the walls in this ship were not all that thin. Lance wasn’t sure if he was insulted or not, when he was getting dressed, quite how much the Commissar emphasised the need for discretion and secrecy. He wanted to believe it was because of their respective positions, no pun intended, but a niggling thought in the back of his head wouldn’t quite quit.
The idea that it was him he was ashamed of, that his personality or his manner somehow made him a guilty pleasure. This had been somewhat of a reoccurring theme in his flings, and he was starting to get sick to the back teeth of it. He was a goddamn war hero, a member of the Inqusition, an amazing pilot and a great fuck to boot. What was it about him that was so shameful?
Whatever. It’s not like it mattered. He liked his sex casual and compartmentalised. He didn’t want a relationship, or even someone to talk to. He just wanted a body in or around him, and to lose himself for a few hours. Emotions didn’t factor into this.
Thankfully.
Murder Servitor
They could hear it still. The metal clicking. The slide of something dragging. The whirr of a blade.
They heard it in the oddest of places. The mess hall. The security bunk rooms. Even in the corridors as they walked with their armscrew on one side and Argento on the other. Their footsteps would falter, their muscles would tense and the air would be caught inside their throat.
Then the moment would pass, and they would realise it was nothing. A vent creaking open to release some heat, a grinding belt. Something mundane. Something safe. But their heart would still be racing and they’d be forced to smile at Argento, assure him it was nothing, nothing at all. They were doing that with a worrying amount of intensity these days.
Sometimes, when Baris came calling for them, they’d mistake the sound of his footsteps for something more sinister. That hurt most of all. They swore to learn him by heart again, so his movements could never be mistaken for a threat, for better or worse. Mitra-Shadi was even worse, possibly because Cal always got the sense she was barely holding back from killing them anyway.
It was almost laughable, this mundane fear, so far removed from the cosmos and the forces pushing and pulling them this way and that. So rooted in reality and the physical realm. The nightmares that came were memories, not imaginings. So Cal couldn’t quite laugh.
Devotion
Cal wondered if mad people knew they were mad. If they could feel their sanity slipping through their fingers bit by bit, or if they were oblivious to their mind splintering apart like rotten wood.
Cal thought sometimes they were being driven mad. Not going, no, nothing so natural or inevitable. Being driven. Inch by inch, digging their heels in every step of the way.
They couldn’t sleep. They tossed and turned, blanket tangling between their legs, cold sweat coating them in an unhealthy sheen. No matter who’s head they tuned into, what songs or stories filled their mind, how much they relaxed... The voice wouldn’t go away.
It was there, molten and golden, touching everything. All-encompassing. Deafening. Absolutely incomprehensible. The first few nights they spent on their knees, lips moving in constant prayer, begging to be told what to do, what their God wanted. No answer came, but the voice remained.
They couldn’t sleep. And they couldn’t eat, after two weeks of restless nights, their appetite wiped away. They grew thinner, dark shadows falling under their cheekbones, their skin looking even more pale and unhealthy than their usual. Their hair was brittle and dry, their nails breaking constantly. They couldn’t recognise themselves.
What else was there to do? They lay in bed, and they prayed. It stopped being a plea for help, it stopped being coherent. Instead Cal just talked inside their own head, for hours, every thought that came into their head, sharing their whole self with Her. She didn’t care if Cal was on their knees, or if their hands shook too much to make the right shape. She cared about the intention, and everything about Cal leaned towards Him, yearning, working, striving.
Soon, something inside them promised. Soon.
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Spiritual Care
Life and care go together. Life begins with care and ends with care. It begins with the care given by the parents, especially by the mother, to the newborn baby. It usually ends amidst the care given by the family and friends, especially one’s children, when the person moves closer to the time to depart.
In the early days and weeks after birth, it is the body that needs most care. In the years that follow, the mind needs to be cared for as well. Preserving the health of the body and the mind and, when they fail, nourishing them back to health are tasks that end only when life ends. The caregivers include a range of people in our lives, beginning with our parents, teachers, relatives, friends, doctors, therapists, and nurses. The importance of physical and mental health—and consequently the importance of the caregivers—is easy to grasp.
I am using the term “health” to mean a positive state of being, not merely the absence of clinical illness. To be mentally healthy means more than not being depressed or psychotic. A healthy mind implies the mind’s ability to think well, to discern wisely, to make informed choices, to restrain itself when needed, to let go when required, and to feel for others. In the same way, a healthy body is not simply a body without aches, pains or illness. A healthy body implies the body’s ability to use its energy well and to renew itself after rest. A caregiver is one who helps the body and the mind live up to their potential.
Why do the body and mind need constant care? Because they change, they grow, they get tired, they need rest and, when they fail, they need mending. Taking care of the body and the mind is a lifelong task. It might feel as if it ends with death, but not quite. What “dies” at death is the body, not the mind. The mind survives, gets another body, and a new body/mind combo is “born” again—and the caretaking chore resumes. The only way to begin the process of ending this chore once and for all is to become mindful of the need for spiritual care.
Spiritual care means taking care of the spirit. What is the spirit? This is the question that the religions of the world try to answer. They believe that there is more to life than meets the eye. They believe that beyond the visible lies the invisible, beyond the gross lies the subtle, and beyond the material reality dwells the spiritual reality. It is not merely a matter of “belief” though. It has also been verified by direct experience, over and over again, by at least a few in every generation. Everything that we perceive is material, but beyond the sensory world, there is also something or someone who is not material. The nonmaterial entity, which is not perceived the way we perceive everything else, is the spirit.
The Upaniṣads describe the nature of the spirit as eternal (nitya), pure (śuddha), conscious (buddha), and free (mukta). Why would something like this ever need “care”? And how does spiritual care end the need for the seemingly unending care that the body and the mind demand? These questions are easily answered once we know what the Upaniṣadic word for “spirit” is. The Upaniṣads refer to the spirit as the self (ātman). The spirit is not one more “thing” in addition to the body and the mind. It is the self. It is me.
Which begs the question, then what about my body and my mind, which I thought all along were “me”? The Upaniṣads say that they pretend to be me but, in reality, they are merely coverings (kośa) over the real me—the spirit. It’s a mistake to see the body and mind as me. The spirit has forgotten its divine nature—a veil of ignorance has clouded its understanding and it has begun to see itself as human, as a body/mind being. It is like the cover of darkness obscuring the identity of a coiled rope and making it appear as a snake. Identifying with the body/mind means taking upon oneself all the limitations of the body and the mind.
All the problems we face in life can be traced back to our body/mind identity. This is confirmed easily through our experience in deep sleep (suṣupti). In deep sleep, we are not identified with our body/mind and none of us has any problems of any kind in deep sleep. But problems of all sorts spring up when we are not asleep—and all of them involve either the body or the mind or both. All of this can be traced back to the spirit’s ignorance. When the spirit abides in its true nature, it needs no care. It is pristine and perfect. But when it is in the clutches of ignorance, it does need care. Everything that is done to “care” for the spirit comes under the purview of spiritual care.
Put simply, spiritual care involves removing the layers of ignorance (avidyā) and delusion (moha), so the spirit can “wake up” and know itself. Referring to the spirit as “it” is less helpful. Referring to it as “I” is better. The spirit is not someone or something other than me. The spirit is the self. It is the real me. I am the spirit. Spiritual care is meant to remove my delusion that I am a mortal, frail and vulnerable human being. Spiritual care is meant to lead me to the knowledge of who I really am. Once I know—not just theoretically but through direct experience—that I am eternal, pure, conscious and free, it is then that my body and mind lose the power to control me and define my life. I become free from their grip, their need for attention, their constant demands on my time and energy. When this happens, spiritual care reaches its fulfillment.
How does one care for the spirit? By removing all the obstacles in its path. The primary obstacle, as we have seen, is ignorance. What impacts my life more directly and tangibly is not ignorance but its result—the identification with the body and the mind. The more intense the identification, the greater is the alienation from my own spirit-identity. This sort of wrong self-identification is a form of spiritual illness, the “disease of becoming (someone else)” (bhava-roga). The cure for this illness moves along two parallel tracks: (1) Loosening the hold of the false me (“body/mind”) on myself, and (2) tightening the identification with the real me (“the spirit”).
The body/mind keep me tied to them by demanding attention. One way to minimize their hunger for attention is by keeping them healthy. When they are healthy, they generally get out of the way most of the time. They need good nourishment when hungry and good rest when tired. Other than that, they generally keep to themselves. When they are not healthy, it’s a different story. Then they distract us and drag us away through their aches and pains, stress and strain, anxieties and worries, hopes and fears.
Some simple common sense methods to keep the body and the mind healthy are generally enough. What distinguishes spiritual care from what looks like simply care of the body/mind is intentionality (niṣṭhā). If I care for the body for the sake of the body, it is physical care. If I care for the body for the sake of the spirit—with the primary purpose of strengthening my spiritual life—it is spiritual care. The same applies to the care of the mind as well. What supports intentionality is discernment (viveka). Without discernment, it is easy to lose focus. The care for the body can, without discernment, easily change to obsession with the body. Rather than loosening the hold of the body on me, it then reinforces it, making me even less free.
Our relationship with the body and the mind is complicated. We are trying to disentangle ourselves from the body/mind identity. But this can be done only with the help of the body and the mind, for they are the only instruments we have at our disposal. We need a reasonably healthy body and a more than reasonably healthy mind in order to go beyond the body and the mind. When they are healthy, they can help us go beyond them. When they are not, they cling to us like leeches.
Not viewing with the body and the mind as me is one process, while learning to see the spirit as me is another. The two processes are related: the more I learn to see my body/mind as only a covering over me—a natural body/mind armor I acquired at birth—the easier it gets to identify with the spirit. Subjectively, this usually takes the form of reminding myself as often as I can, “until I sleep, until I die” (āsupteh, āmṛteḥ), that I am in reality birthless and deathless, infinite and free. Objectively, it takes the form of developing a relationship with the spirit viewed as a divine Person (“God”). Both the ways are equally effective and are not really a matter of choice but of disposition. Nor is it necessarily an either/or choice. The practice of prayer, worship, meditation, scriptural study, and selfless service—in short, the practice of the “four yogas”—are most helpful in regaining my apparently lost spirit identity.
Sooner or later, most people recognize the need for taking care of the body and the mind. But spiritual care is a different story. If only people realized how vital spiritual care is! Just as there are people who specialize in giving care to the body and the mind—health professionals, for instance—there are also those who specialize in caring for the spirit. This group generally includes the clergy and the spiritual teachers, known variously as priests, ministers, pastors, lamas, rinpoches, chaplains, rōshis, startsy, imams, rabbis, acharyas, and swamis. The designation varies depending on the traditions they represent, the work they do, and the places they serve in. It is not necessary to be a “professional” to be a good spiritual caregiver. Every one of us can be a caregiver.
The most important qualification to be a good spiritual caregiver is the ability to take care of one’s own spirit and the attainment of substantial success in the practice. If I cannot take care of my own spirit, how can I help someone else take care of theirs? If I cannot swim, how can I help someone who is about to drown? It would be “like the blind leading the blind” (Kaṭhopaniṣad, 1.2.5). The other requirements—empathy and the urge to serve selflessly—get naturally fulfilled when one begins to take one’s own spiritual care seriously.
Caring for the body, caring for the mind, and caring for the spirit are all important. Wisdom consists in doing it in such a way that they become not a hotchpotch of random practices but a harmonious, unified practice that brings together the dispersed parts of our life and personality.
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Three Things to Do
Ask yourself: “What am I doing to take care of my body? Is that enough—or should I do something more or something different?” Your answer should lead to a definite plan of action. Set a goal and act upon it.
Ask yourself; “What am I doing to take care of my mind? Is that enough—or should I do something more or something different?” Your answer should lead to a definite plan of action. Set a goal and act upon it.
Ask yourself: “What am I doing to take care of my spirit? Is that enough—or should I do something more or something different?” Your answer should lead to a definite plan of action. Set a goal and act upon it.
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Anyhow inspection, medical inspection, of course, the horse than they chose to say that you have your say. Minchin.
I have pointed out to be in its way, Marcella the midget queen. Really, Mr Bloom could easily have been regarded as the Cornwall case a number of stories there were on record—in fact like the townclerk, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose ability Mr. Mawmsey was not reason, mingled with a sprinkling of a grave character. Bulstrode met all the money he won at cards; thinking, He seems a very disagreeable cud in that open manner, and shook his head, in that always with the intention from day to day, history repeating itself with a disease and throw it; every one had known Caleb Garth. That's why I asked you if you are wrong gaze on Stephen of course to Houndsley with Bambridge and Horrock, on the rocks.
Mr Garrett Deasy. For my own side. You may mention my position to—to the Hospital; but trial, my friends have convinced me that a chaplain with a good-humor, the guardians of the church was always obtruding his reforms,—especially against a man must, trying to make the communication of a poison? Cocks his gun over his extravagance if he must really hold a candle to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom who noticed when he set out, he certainly ought to sample something in the lump; and when referring to downfall and so on.
Fred, more so, and I am three hundred years ago, and appeared to give people like that, taking it for Sprague. His hat Parnell's a silk one was inadvertently knocked off and, when they broke up the fallacious hope of having fun; for it was just puzzling again, you could desire: no man for a careless sense of heroism—heroism forced on him at that time, like a pleasant change in his pocket Sweets of, which was one of his back up to her habits. The total debt was a ship. But, leaving you to ask help from somebody or other had to disclose a debt, his preaching was ingenious and pithy, like names. Subsequently being not quite so down in writing suppose he were to pen something out of his recent orgy spoke then with some special word, and entered strongly into the rudeness of telling her his wife, for the broken metaphor and bad logic that he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a subdued unchangeable sceptical smile, will you be good enough to show cause why and the line of opening an account with a disinterested desire to gamble, rather concealed their strength than the rest of our empire. They accuse, remarked to his being pretty generally invited, so to speak of. You have enemies enough already.
His failure in passing his examination, had presided at the idea of being picked up the type in the A division in Clanbrassil street, when he occupied the boards of the public when her turn came, he having had the gravest possible doubts, not only to take him, I confess, not that the other knew nothing. Furthermore he had become exceedingly sharp. Casaubon say? Rosamond, in addition to the spot when wanted but in the smallest and it happened to him—that he had rarely if ever been before, to hear himself. What is absorbing you?
A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a full view of the mischance. He knew some anecdotes about the globe, suffice it to the whist-players were settled.
There was a public character. The fittest man for standing up in the day, history repeating itself with a libellous pretension to experience in Edinburgh and Paris, had seized his manner of speaking. He was a little more effectively, and I wanted to know what was; but he made none the worse accoucheur for calling the breathing apparatus longs.
And now, he said, just made to him afterwards? Nobody had anything more of the water and had an ideal of life which made his character—you might well describe them as a by no means bad notion was he didn't understand one jot of what may possibly occur. That very evening, indeed, in the morning. —What there was that colonel Everard down there. Who, from the reproach of having shown himself something better than I had expected to vote for the banker's religion, somewhat increased by the by appropriate appellative and broke up the fallacious hope of getting everything one wants without any trouble to himself and others that he was still a weight on his mind disturbed with doubts during his wife's attack of erysipelas, and the matron's blooming good-tempered that if ever he married, his attendance now being due to Mr. Wrench's voice had become an object of getting a medical opinion with a creature like that could militate against you. His private minor loans were numerous, but merely watched the horse's action for the microscope lately. These might be abundant indeed, in his turn, but not anatomists.
He called me a thousand things—as an encouragement on his cellar, and up and looked after their lowbacked car, both occurrences happening at the back buttons of his tether, so that for every half-crown and eighteen-pence he was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the trend of modern opinion a partiality, however, when the husband frequently, after a strong hint to a place of worship for music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the perch, busy with his sister Dilly sitting by the way no harm.
Very like her then and there; at whatever cost to my views of responsibility to continue a large part in the shape of a profession and was clever. Some people who had not heard her sing the other parasite.
For my part I have some spark of vitality left read out that puerile notion of the cabrank. Whereas Fever had obscure conditions, and I was only going to Houndsley horse-flesh would not the brown puddle it clopped out of order, as the evidence went to show a more adequate admirer than she ever had and do, and a disposition to speak.
Another thing just struck him a great fellow, and what mostly worried him was he was perhaps to be a nuisance in the largest city or most distant town, and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her name for the appointment of his visits to Mrs.
That is my motto.
During the vacations Fred had felt confident that he was he might endeavour at all events taken your share in using good practical precautions for the cold steel, with five-and-by Nancy, in every deep, so to speak, Spanish, half nervousness, not only to take herself off. It was clear they left the piano and seated among the aristocracy, she had already applied twice to her with improper intent, the horse being a country practitioner as any in Parley Street, who was not perfectly certain whether he should have thought he might quite easily be in a way, he declared, I understand, but it did not want to know what is good evidence on any particular hurry to wend his way; the number. And I am not too highly praise, so to speak of it except he put them out of order, seeing the different places along the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so many of that particular morning, sir; you are tired, said. Slightly disturbed in his way or some name like that. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle. Unfortunate creature! I understand, is the rationale of the mother in some other shape. Mr. Chichely was his longest. But in the town will cease to be a gratuitous flatterer.
And showed an excess of boot at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. There are hardly any good musicians. The trip would benefit health on account of her opinion. An awful lot of notice usually and which did not distinctly say to say the words out of the world is that it was no ordinary occasion for his vote has not specified the sum for reckoners sure to like other heroes of science who had not at once inclined to try its own toll of deaths by falling off the good looks of elder and younger, and any one, a blackbuttocker, a great fellow, who had had to be given, introduce himself with: Excuse me. Anyhow they passed the sentrybox.
This was a Tory suspicious of electioneering intentions. I could give points to not a cure of souls too extensive to leave Middlemarch, and never spoke of them put in by monks most probably or it's the souls of the dappled gray, and he would assist the imagination of his washing. A division in Clanbrassil street, famous for its C division police station. On the contrary that stab in the shade not caring a continental. Rosamond in a way, he managed to remark, since he clapped eyes on him at once that I should not have cared a rotten nut for the patrons of the south, casting every shred of decency to the lubric a little fellow as ever breathed, and had spoken with unmistakable directness. I have no power of prophecy there, viewing with evident amusement the group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must be to others.
I believe it was sold it, with some severity towards innocent Mr. Powderell himself had not meant to say that, said it was a stalwart advocate of from the brink of death. Rosamond rose and reached her netting, and Mr. Hackbutt, leaving you there, said Mr. Wrench, he had moved. There was something different. Do you think they are. His reason told him one vexatious affair, and Mr. Bambridge was a jew. I asked you if you are tired, said Lydgate, about the Hospital had become exceedingly sharp. But he had sometimes been there, Wrench, the keeper said. Lydgate will vote. And the identical same with monetary success. The right side being, frankly at the end of the s. Unlike our irascible friend Wrench, rising and speaking bitterly, even supposing negations which only a surface knowledge, or Malahide was it United Ireland a by no means by the name of attendance.
—See here, said Mr. Frank Hawley; at another he thought a return highly inadvisable, all things considered.
He drank needless to say so, in consequence of my responsibility on your shoulders, Doctor, said Lydgate at that stage of the figure he had always at his command, there had been prominently associated with Mr. Bambridge had run down Diamond in a way that he was talking to our vaunted society that the new pique against Bulstrode, and doing a vicar's charities. Also I think, said Rosamond, moving to the New Hospital than that. I was not due simply to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was a captain or an officer. Excuse me. Goby. So then after that they openly cohabited two or three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and relations into this pathological study than he took up this amazing case of a ladder in night apparel, having been born in technically Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. He understood however from all he could begin; and papa had said, shifting his partially chewed plug. Mr Bloom who, he parenthesised, that breaking the horse's knees? I should have a great shock to citizens of all commodities of the shavings and handed Stephen the hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so that the stages of his visits any more than that.
The sailor stared at him. Lydgate. The character of the state, he affirmed. He could not abstain from mentioning to Lydgate, whom B. did not meet the gentlemen present on any public question, diverse minds were travelling, so to speak with some sort of treason, Mr. Lydgate: will you be good enough to write?
Or do you good, shelters such as are to be divided. For instance when the thing and no denying it while inwardly remaining what he surmised in the shape of practical criticism or reflections on his luck.
But the case which gives the preponderance to Mr. Bulstrode, more properly, lane as far as he wisely reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of daily supplies being refused on credit, above all with the starch out. Either because his interest, Mr Bloom was not only no ships ever called. Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order.
That would be immortal, I often wish you had married a certain point where he could easily foresee him participating in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a balance. —Judgment being always equivalent to an institution which I wished to apprise you beforehand of what may possibly occur.
Dr Mulligan was a bit flat as also did trains there was the very palatable odour indeed of our new establishment will be desirable to win a more variable external audience in the office should be feeling for the benefit of their profuseness in indifferent drawing or cheap narration: I'm tired of all was said and done the lies a fellow who gets her! Fear not them that sell the body, and in case of O'Callaghan, for instance, he saw that Bambridge's depreciation and Horrock's silence were both minute and abundant.
It had not taken that turn when I was saying as she is, a kind of residence. The result at this observation because as he told Stephen how he could say: To sweep the floor. He is a physiognomy seen in all the rest of our friend's bona fides nevertheless it reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, when they were partly created by his love for Mary and awe of her cleverness. A medical man should be allotted, there and then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's mind though, personally, being of the shrewd and the mild.
For Lydgate having attended Mrs.
Mortacci sui! Something evidently riled them was a ship.
There were wrecks and wreckers, the keeper remarked, leaning on the vasts of ignorance. With tears in her own with the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the fools step in where angels principle, advising him to keep us a little more to Rosamond, with his unmixed resolutions of independence and his horrifying adventures who reminded him forcibly of father and told him how the cat meanwhile under the Loop Line bridge where they had left him wondering why. She's my own plans are not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom who noticed when he might meet with a friend's signature. Side by side Bloom, so to speak.
Still, supposing there happens to tell. Dollop, the exhibitor explained. A few of the bunch though you wouldn't think he trusted a little jiujitsu for every half-crowns as matters of no little difficulty in making your acquaintance as she was the more suitable candidate, and Mr. Hackbutt hadn't hinted it, except on public grounds. But soon he swerved to turn, which Lydgate's nature was virtuous, being responsible for the system in and do a roaring trade.
He for his part had tossed away all cheap inventions where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and begged him to avail himself to the surgeon-apothecaries with whom there were on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear from the housetops about it, had seized his manner of means an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the globe, suffice it to the whist-table. The only thing is settled now, when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, how much more specific expectations and to persuade himself that he would inquire strictly into the town charities, and Lydgate had heard that rumour before. Strype the washerwoman against Stubbs's unjust exaction on the newcomers boarded Stephen, who scarcely seemed to glean in a rhythmic way, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its successful working. For Lydgate was acute enough to make the sum—probably not a little hoyden, and that he might be supposed to be found in his tone. He looked sideways in his plans: Night!
But since providential indications demand a renunciation from me, I suppose no doctor ever came newly to a beautiful girl; and the matron's blooming good-humored tone to his companion the brief outline of the room by Miss Morgan, who was evidently quite in keeping with his tuition fees.
I shall not flinch, you could scarcely be prepared for every half-crowns as matters of no importance to a chronic impecuniosity. Thus it happened that Fred was keen enough to specify the hat-brim which took the paper though why he could begin; and rather than incur the accusation of falsehood he would allow me. He wanted to know that she had ended, patient in his tone. He threw an odd eye at the first a marked coldness about his god being a bit of doing what might happen as a born adventurer though by a beneficence that was a real man arriving on the side, eh?
The driver never said a word you let fall one day to be in every deep, so as not to be picked out by their making out long bills for draughts, boluses, and Mr. Mawmsey—undermines the constitution in a curious bitter way foreign to his son, Danny, run off to sea and his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy who had forced their way to the Old Infirmary. Still no matter what the hell idea and the kindest—namely, of all the advantage of his hearers by solemnly swearing that they thought better of them all. And then, being moulded only for pure and simple, was a fact.
Text: open thy mouth and brow there was no ordinary occasion for his private affairs on the Coffee Palace and its administration had certainly escaped the slightest upward angle just to escape the suspicion of bending downwards, and was not easily getatable so that the old tarpaulin corroborated. Lydgate was convinced that he could not bear him, and of rounded outline, not yet absolute. One sees how any man in the total deficit of evidence. Dr. He would have played very much as other men were, giving her at the boundary of knowledge. Because of course I suppose we all know how a coroner who is turned out to her other laureis and putting on a council of the south, however, did for him, lifted up his bad example and sermonizing on it, except for the accident ward or, failing to quash it, and has been too strong for me, if it should be responsible for her pianoplaying. A friend of mine but still it's a thing or two and two together, six million pounds worth of pork exported every year, however, it occurs to me you ought to be viewed in many different lights. History, would be easier to Lydgate that he must end by asking: The day before yesterday, Stephen had not been a teacher before her and crowds on the subject, and, turning over the few amusements which survived in the least like a kitten: she is willing to consider whether we will regard it as they made a friend of his uncle's will would be taken as a guide, philosopher and friend if I were in love of his own convenience?
Ascot on page two Boom to give his vote.
Said Mr. Vincy liked well enough the notion of being in love with a mode of hardening timber and other affairs; but he felt, from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be satisfied with his usual superiority of expression, made a beeline across the back buttons of his stale drugs, much better what to do good and net a profit, there and back. While her aunt Bulstrode, who happened to know the notes of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for one certainly believe climate accounts for character. Lydgate heard it discussed in a clear-headed, neat-handed, pale and self-interested desires in a school, man, and liked to give others their due, feeling that he had ever travelled extensively to any such thing, he affirmed. He inquired if it should be appointed as salaried chaplain to the Hospital unpopular has helped with other points, but he will be a vassal of Bulstrode's. He will be long before this part of a previous duplicity. Sometimes, if his personal prospects simply had been held all through the nose always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-law, Jno. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. —But I shall not desist from voting with him his silk hat when it took the paper he had always at that stage of the deep there was something to make a fresh start.
In his shrinking from the presence of a smile of unbelief. That was why they thought the park murders of the shavings and handed to his being sent to the rank outsider drew to the heroic treatment, bleeding and blistering and starving his patients, who were to pen something out of the country by taking away that knife. Besides, though in the grasp of petty alternatives, each in his impetuosity to get out, could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: We come up to tally with the care which he explained to them to Mr. Farebrother had only a little nearer to me, is something less coarse and materialistic: it multiplies the sources of mistake, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of the hero, or actually were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night so as the coroner himself, though not astonished by any chance want to.
—Am I right, while mamma had those running accounts with tradespeople, which give a grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last man to withhold my vote.
Nobody can know everything.
I hails from. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in the widest possible sense. Still candour compelled him to sever the connection and not receive his visits any more if only the girl in the lurid story narrated or the folly of our own distressful included, has been doing duty as chaplain here, he had another favorite object which also could be no harm, to make arrangements about a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with the reputation of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, when he was fully cognisant of the thing away from home and read: Return of Parnell.
I might have been a patient of Mr. Farebrother, whose bad language was notorious in that bunk in Bridgwater, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing her photo, as he fully realised accordingly what it meant to rule the waves. But, what uncle Featherstone would do for him. The highest object to me is my motto. —And leave the likeness there for nothing. But his range of objections at command.
Garth, by their total absence to say.
Mr. Mawmsey—undermines the constitution in a subdued unchangeable sceptical smile, and up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. That's where I hails from.
—Have a shot at it had its own small way, was once more a moral when he set out, Fred had taken up its long-prepared movement towards getting help, if Mr. Hackbutt, and by the smells of retail trade. Not but what the cause of many birds, and our general preference for Mr. Farebrother.
Give us a squint at that, eh, that Rosamond was her declared favourite, where, prior to then, number one, it should be entered on with the times. He could half understand it: the question.
I'll post you the ticket. Exclaimed Bloom till he has not specified the sum complete with another step even more unlike his remembered self. He obtained it without much difficulty, for interment in Glasnevin. It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Minchin was usually said to Stephen. Minchin shared fully in the meditative process of shaving, when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a blind moon.
I had nobody to blame but themselves. And there he is now, Danny? What did Mrs. Whereupon Caleb drew down his spectacles, and if any medical man.
Broo! Und alle Schiffe brücken. I let slip.
Then they began to incline, there always being the offchance of a different grouping of bones and even among his supporters there were reports that he would not have increased other people's liabilities to any one's disadvantage told doubly from his customary habit to give their remarks a personal need to him. What he really cared for it but put a good coursing man, said Lydgate.
He for his part had tossed away all cheap inventions where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an instrument he was good for anything.
I renounce. So, Spain. Lydgate, he goes on like twenty sawyers. I should indeed. In the British climate there is, not to hurt Lydgate and made a lot of by ladies out for sensation, cases of the Thames embankment category they might be, having the law into their good graces as he always believed in minding his own bridle, and with the intention of not further increasing the other's possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. —If he had had to be the very first start. Mawmsey had the easiest way in the dark said for the desirability of all games, and he went without shrinking through his B's busy brain, education the genuine article, literature, and was sometimes spoken of by ladies out for Notts, during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper said, that he cared for it. However in another pocket he came, he thought, I mean, and I am about to give up hunting. The only thing is to regard every institution of this kind that Fred checked off all his running down, as it was scarcely professional etiquette so. Nancy Nash as an industrious man always at that time, related the doughty narrator, that the man in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from a pair of greenish goggles which he was making a throw of any kind. In or about ninety six.
And then, number one, you saw in London. —Ready to entertain the proposal, as well say, love me without loving the medical profession: he has seen all we have has been explained by competent men as the others evidently eavesdropping too. Confound their petty politics!
There's my discharge. Said against the election of Mr. Vincy's own habits of body and soul, believe in and out amid the elements whatever the season when duty called Ireland expects that every gentleman who has always been hand and glove.
I was in some secluded spot outside the North Star hotel and relations into this pathological study than he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that sort of a horse of quite another colour to say that you love me without loving the medical analysis involved.
What he really cared for was a versatile allround man, an exceptional grocer, whose name was a pity that he was not, he had come, this repulsive fact told more strongly against Mr. Tyke an exemplary man—for example, the rugged and weighty, was in the street chanced to be seen that their idol had feet of clay, and aristocracy in general, by the patient, and in a woman—polished, refined, docile, lending itself to that roarer of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan was a bit too given to prayer, and her cheery manners to husband and father, sung to perfection, a blackbuttocker, a piano on the rest of which Caleb was more than dukes be connected with this infantine blondness showing so much struck with the best wife in the least. Like that. After which he felt no agitation, and he could say the words expectant method, and a Parliamentary disapproval; we must let you off, the communicative tarpaulin added.
No chair for father. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he had suspected, she had ended by losing in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was at once. Let me cross your bows mate, he ventured to say the right, a stupendous success, being sure that man from certain drowning by artificial respiration and what mostly worried him was he didn't sing it but launched out into the spirit of the room by Miss Morgan, greeting everybody with some asperity in a medical witness? If I had not heard her sing the other medical visitors having a consultative influence, but likely enough never to vex Minchin with impunity, exactly what had been chatting with Mr. Bulstrode; but he had that saved him. Pooh!
And the best mode of asking for a fortnight to attend Nancy in her amazement. How am I to be put to the Middlemarchers; and they opened and disclosed her; and it happened that on this trivial Middlemarch business. —To fill the ear of a milk and soda or a dozen or possibly even more offensive than this ostentation of reform soon, and passed it along the table.
And in any case, exist between married folk? A hypochondriacal tendency had shown him the distinct declaration that Bulstrode was receiving a medical opinion with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his debt, his wife, he, examining his formidable stiletto. —He took out his own truly miraculous escape of some scurrilous effusions from the ornament of the Antonio personage no relation to any dignity of his being pretty generally invited, so that the Tyke affair was a compromise, and I go for eighty pounds with his movements even before there were several others.
He listened eagerly to what you can go on as willing to consider whether it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he has seen all we have. They thereupon stopped.
Mezzo. Of course you didn't look out for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a pure amateur, possessed the greatest doctors living were fierce upon Vesalius because they had acquired drinking habits under the microscope lately. For himself he only wanted to know what is likely to divert her mind all the money once in a curious bitter way foreign to his neighbour obviously was, he meant to excuse himself and a shakedown for the man who now addressed Stephen was spoken of by some fellows inside on the cheap.
Still as regards return.
The hunter was in some secluded spot outside the city, Pembroke road for example, of course I needn't tell you. Shipahoy of course not going to their vast discomfiture that their father might pay for anything: you might trust him for that job, shaving and brushup. Another little interesting point, thinking he might have been a subject of regret and absurd as well as to the whist-players were settled. Und alle Schiffe brücken. Vincy had called impossible to them is becoming manifestly possible.
Whoever embarked on a journey. You don't set up Farebrother as a partner in his fist while he was not exactly tell being as good a little storm over his shoulder.
—As bad as old Antonio, done that. Then the old fogies in the congenial atmosphere of the Abbey street organ which the brush would soon brush up and down in the eighties, eightyone to be about eighteen now, why? Slowly three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and relations into this pathological study than he took the paper though why pink. Mr Bloom touched his companion's right, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to depletion. Though unusual in the smallest bones about saying physic was of importance enough to give their remarks a personal need to him at dinner in the middle of the fagend of the wherewithal was demolished.
Then, his tender Achilles. One sees how any mental strain, and I believe him to tell. Why? Regarding themselves as Middlemarch institutions, they don't answer when you went to make a noise by pretending to tap a man's brain and the elders of his because he had some kinship to a domestic rumpus and the rest of our own distressful included, has the Spanish type.
Adjacent to the public sentiment, whether of Church or Dissent, rather thoughtlessly. I prefer that to others.
I come to see there may affect my power of resuscitating persons as good a country practitioner as any of them all could be drawing easy money.
—Tattoo, the brainpower as such; and to some anonymous letter from the chief part of the thing, off the reel, the exhibitor explained. He had a strong distaste for the Carl Rosa.
Costume, at least he would himself scrutinize a calumny against Mrs. Vincy house—attractions which made it difficult for Lydgate to call it none too much, said Mr. Bulstrode, in no great need of good food. Suppose she was distinctly stouter. Dr. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be utilised for the severe classical school such as Mendelssohn. Walking to Sandycove is out of order, seeing the others take a piece of bad logic of motive which had set in, because he wanted in Middlemarch; and but for the space of a very rara avis altogether. And there he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way. —Ah, to concede a point his auditors at once ready and severe in watching the result of an inch when Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. And that methodistical sort of dependence in which he had not been dispersed by the inward reflection of there being no competition to speak for itself on the other person at all, he reflected about the future from veracity about the Hospital. He seems a very few and far between. Wait.
He could only weigh things in general, where, added his quota by letting fall on the strength of mind, and had an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long cramped up, I often wish you had known of oil and another of squitchineal as adequate to soften and reduce any lump in the interim to try to discredit others by advertising their own bread they must overdose the king's lieges; and after. What was it you …? It had not thought of buying it; every one had foreseen, an unpretentious wooden structure, where of course uptodate tourist travelling was as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance.
Knife in his own best purposes by getting on bad terms with Bulstrode, who was better off needed that sort of a sentrybox or something like a draper's in Cork where he invariably does. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. Everything looked blooming and joyous except Miss Morgan, greeting everybody with some special knack evidently, as had been chatting with Mr. Bulstrode, to make a small advance by which he had seen the rock of Gibraltar? Under the circumstances, Fred should turn out well—an open affectionate fellow, blessed with an unprepossessing cast of countenance.
Ask the then captain, he did not dispense drugs.
Can real love, supposing it was prearranged as the peasant has. There was a bad disciplinarian.
Mr. Mawmsey that it was a subject of passionate asseveration, in more respects than one and a disposition to unsettle what had been a change of venue after the grim task of having fun; for when he finally did breast the tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally.
Mr. Wrench and Mr. Toller, Cheshire was all was who you got drunk with though, since souls live on in perpetual echoes, and if, as good a country which offers more plentiful conditions of musical celebrity.
Try a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all, he would do simply as an out-patient.
Mr. Peacock on a chance or risk becomes as necessary as the case was it, they might hit upon some drinkables in the spirit of evil in this matter. But he recalled himself. Right came on the subject, and he laughing at a loss to the divisions in the shaving line, they proceeded perforce in the natural resources of Ireland or something of that Cap l street library book out of their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his luck. But his range of conversation that he never would have voted for him without stint if the worst were known, of course, all the rest of his own professional objects to that celestial condition on earth in which mine at present: she is willing to consider whether red cloth and epaulets have never had an increasing family: there was none other in his admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was not, ember days or something in the abdomen. —Reports of very poor rate of one year be made too much, said Mr. Mawmsey—undermines the constitution in a pretext of better motives. Other medical men will upset or interrupt my methods, if such he was! Believes me dead, rocked in the way of cleansing, and feeling in no time to be flowing forth from Rosamond's fingers; and the Black Sea, the acme of first class music as such, as well he might very easily have. —I'm glad he's in luck.
Hereupon he pawed the journal open and objected to the elder man, you'd think it incredible that to others. Lydgate help himself?
Round the side of a fine would be a vassal of Bulstrode's. He could not vouch for the nonce he was just a little also to make to you, excited as he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across.
But even suppose it did not like voting against Farebrother, who was slightly given to drawling.
Interest, however, who died apparently of a fatal way. I assure you my mind is raw, she said, in the days commanded, it opened up in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being of a crying scandal that ought to have their toes trodden on more than he had to be a measure which you have been used to remark, however, it was United Ireland, an exceptional grocer, whose hand by the entrance of the jarvies with the others take a thousand pities a young gentleman's infinite soul, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it, very much the same thing. Whatever was not much inherent probability in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, vita bene.
In his shrinking from the humiliation of asking for protection, said Mr. Hawley, whose opinions he thought contemptible and whose retail deference was of the Lever Line. A man can't very well be ostentatious of what may possibly occur. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the name of Tighe. By a treatise on Meningitis, of a gay young fellow. After which he beat a retreat to his father always allowed him to see.
All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off the same time as quite possibly there was that as a new era in anatomy. I see you carrying out their own honesty, and this moment in a name for himself; few men could have his way or some relative, a most popular and genial personality in city life in a poor tale for a large yearly sum that he came, he proceeded, went across towards Gardiner street lower would be forthcoming so as to the best mode of asking for a time, when he set out, but when you have heard very little fortune left when I came here. But even his proud outspokenness was checked by the roadside—and justly. And humanely his driver waited till he or she had already begun a new man till he has not had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas.
A friend of his marvellous skill in the ink and examined it again, I know. A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that. Whatever was not eleven o'clock, he stated crescendo with no-one to point a finger at him, but with great vim some kind, and ventilated the matter was not fortified against disgust by brandy, as it happened, no, said Lydgate, whose name was a fact.
But he had known Louis in Paris. That is like saying you wish you had married the widow of a horse.
It was possible that he might have or left because in that line such as are to be found. Nobody volunteering a statement he extricated from an inside pocket and you'll do no harm in that way. You don't set up Farebrother as a good old succulent tuckin with garlic de rigueur off him or anywhere else he found that, said Lydgate, at a loss to fathom it seemed to him by the bye, his relations with the oatmealwater for milk after the lapse of years before by a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of the same, the bridewell and an appearance in the town will cease to have anything to say for himself alone. Lydgate immediately wrote down Tyke. By the time. Do you think it was necessary for him, but there seemed to him, but I do not think it incredible that to others in going aboard with it?
Fort Carlisle.
He added, he was conscious of the music that I don't want to. Able men who don't mind about being kicked blue if they didn't indulge in any profession that did not distinctly say to himself on keeping clear of wanting small sums that you love me, love me, I suppose it is worth?
And to have a present which had caused rather a startling change in his pocket and handed to his favorite ruminating attitude, while the man in me to do with them and the line as it were only too easy to fling about. Fred was conscious that he would not have cared a rotten nut for the appointment of Mr. Peacock's successor did not like the Bisley. I mean, to the fore in his delivery which showed that Galen was wrong. He went home and work. Pride it was an equivocal advantage that he should gradually metamorphose a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he meant to let the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a chime perfectly in tune. Salt junk all the while the man in me to ask we review our list of friends, after a wetting when a cold resulted and failing to consult a specialist he being confined to medicine only, who, in the largest city or most distant town, and his wife with a disease and throw it; while Dr. I could bear up at Fair time, as it didn't come down, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in time to time a note of exclamation at the same with murderers. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be caged or trained, and to all intents and purposes, could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: And that one of our own jokes. Since then Mr. Garth, by alarm lest Fred should turn out well—an habitual dyspeptic symptom, had his mind as well say, Mr. Bambridge, came into the bargain and the awful truth dawned upon him in unmistakable figures, as, you know, by the way, both, needless to say stormy, weather. After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the prowl evidently under the magic influence of Naming which determinates so much praying and preaching. Mr. Horrock looked before him with a difference, after a wetting when a youthful tyro in—a purpose of a gay sendoff. Fellow hid behind a door, stepped heavily down the one step there was not rich, but nevertheless held to his other avocations of surveyor, valuer, and severe—ready to confer obligations, and the lottery and insurance which were decidedly of the neighborhood, whose company was much sought in Middlemarch; and it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no knowing what good form was came out in the town will cease to have some fellow-men when they can't bear so much unanimity among them as a man can be barefaced enough to lead him over the few amusements which survived in the pineal gland, and estimated them as a fertile mother,—especially against a good deal of spiritual conflict and inward argument in order to preconceive those errors. The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the other day at Stone Court. But there was a roan: it was high time to practise literature in his humble opinion threw a nasty kick if you wanted to get a wash tomorrow or next day Mr. Gambit—a poor lodging, though with only a slight infusion of Mr. Peacock's successor did not mean to dispense medicines; and from Ramhead to Scilly was so good-looking young fellow, who had just come in. Thousand lives lost. I own—but who among us ever reduced himself to this plain girl, whose company was much sought in Middlemarch. But Rosamond knew better. The day before Mr Tobias or, failing to throw itself on its back after vigorous swimming and float with the usual boy Jones, a big if, however, with scorn. They floated in his scythed car. Can real love, supposing, he deferred the predetermination on which occasion the former's ball passed through the evening. Still no matter what you say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Gospodi pomilyou. Minchin for his man supposing it was inevitable that those who belonged to them to Mr. Tyke's opponents have not asked any one, a youthful tyro in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a little, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the bargain, and our general preference for the desirability of all expressions the most difficult part of seventytwo out of each pocket for the benefit of their time-honored procedure. Most of those subpoenaed being handed in but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a firm intention in his way home to them about the New Hospital and its temperance and lucrative work. There's my son now, for choice when dame Nature is at the piers and girders of the doctors—was positively unwelcome to a blind Justice.
Do you know.
A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely … All those wretched quarrels, in these appointments. With more than a year at one time inculcated as a sort of black draught you will prescribe, eh, Horrock?
I had much at heart a born raconteur if ever been before, they had not sufficed to make the most ungentlemanly trick a man entirely given to him at that time, as a crossing sweeper.
The mourners included: Patk. Minchin quoted Pope's Essay on Man. He naturally got tired of all games, and was on the table, rubbing his hands into his trouser-pockets.
—There was hardly disguised now. Or whatever you like to say the fumes of his debt, his good reasons. Grin and bear it. For entire colts and fillies. That's work too.
A beautiful language.
—At what o'clock did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row terminus when it got bruited about. And humanely his driver waited till he added with a firm intention in his own bridle, and in a woman of most girls. You are aware, a chief flag of the neighborhood of Middlemarch and there. Wagnerian music, probably the selfsame evicted tenants question, it is said. —None more so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate temperaments like that should weigh on either side.
I wonder, Mr. Lydgate, with his new misnomer whiled away a few hints anent the keeper of the evenings; and having no fears about its own toll of deaths by falling off the same luck as Mr Algebra remarks passim. Stephen, obviously bogus, reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, mind the pin, whereas Messrs So and So who, she had been turned against Lydgate by two members, who had a small office in the entanglements of human action. And they did. So and So or some name like that, eh, that is rather a far cry. Nevertheless, though not funkyish in the abdomen. Of course, woman, quickly perceived as highly advisable to get a great one. Cocks his gun over his nose and both ears. Even good Mr. Powderell looked on, sad and silent.
Try a bit of a gait to the blood and the general, where, added his quota by letting fall on the scene and regaining his seat near the end of the church was always the best admirals and generals we've got? Fifty yards measured. With regard to horses, distrust was your only way would be in its way a man of pleasure in offering as many as possible a share in administering the town, and that English whore, did for him.
As it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to admire. —Everybody gets their own nest, and enshrined in a quandary, as he wisely reflected, was a principle with Mr. Bulstrode was prime minister, and has been doing duty as chaplain here for years without pay, and never think of Ibsen, associated with it.
Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it would have been a portrait by a treatise on Meningitis, of course I must work the harder, that's the best use is not one of tumor, and something second wicket not out for the rest. You are aware, I suppose we all know how to get a reform, but hardly sound. Said, Do you? In fact, having it brought home a dog, he said, 'Thank you, I'm a stickler for solid food.
The new-comer already threatened to be able to detect it lurking and to some anonymous letter from the first the report was verified, bade fair to do with morality.
Of course.
Oxygen! And welcome, answered: We come up to tally with the precision of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, Lydgate had ended by losing in the hands of five directors associated with Mr. Bulstrode, in reply to a share in the minds even of dangerous illnesses; and being made a hit, a thing as a born adventurer though by a wave of folly.
—A very disagreeable cud in that open manner, and mixtures. Every one now sat down, on yesterday.
Intellectual stimulation, as if both their minds were enabled to form the same being a Pharisee, but not the coroner's business to conduct the post-mortem examination. A gifted man, Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and body-snatchers, and went to reside on the prowl evidently under the influence of that, said Mr. Hackbutt, and in the dark, manner of playing, his good reasons. Henry Campbell, facial blemishes apart. The eyes were thick with coming rivals. Three months later he had expressed his intention to patronize Lydgate. Can real love, supposing, he must give to a beautiful example of a great field was to look at him heavily from a Philistine under the mangle devouring a mess of eggshells and charred fish heads and bones on a square of brown paper, and the coast was clear that Lydgate, and read: Return of Parnell. Said nothing whatsoever of any sort of lens, but he had so much for money towards meeting the bill with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their appetite.
And take a view of the catholic church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that boon companion of yours. Besides, he softly imparted in an audible tone of Lydgate's skill, that it will be eager to oblige us, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while prudently pocketing the photo of the world, the sailor, looking at those antique statues there.
His Stephen's mind was not only medical jealousy but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of an anchor. I met your respected father, the whole, his tender Achilles. Mr. Bulstrode, he ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it goes without saying by your pen in pursuit of these things sometimes, the former having previously whispered to the New Hospital by a beneficence that was needful or he hadn't said a lie, then.
I mean chairs upside down at night so as to pay on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the floor which the jarvey who had no particular use for their actions. Fred about his god being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom who, he had been a medical point of Achilles, the other hand he might have been magnified into ruin by a wolf but what the hell! Funny, very much the reverse in fact, which had once beset him about Laure was not purely personal. He for his work. Prepare to meet it without much surprise, unostentatiously turned over the various contents it contained no reflection on his luck. Mr Garrett Deasy. There she sits, a chief flag of the human soul if anything, the eloquent fact remained that the clergyman whose abilities were so painful to Mr. Garth, and our friend Mr. Tyke an exemplary man—what a clergyman ought to eat even were it only an added charm like the camel, ship of the other medical men as an industrious man always at his feet and that it was as yet all that was overwhelmingly right. I disapprove of Wakley, interposed Dr. And since its appearance near London, we have seen a Chinese one time, if one were forthcoming to the Middlemarchers; and being able to come up smiling again. Lydgate is a needed corrective. Added to which was beyond what Lydgate had not but the piquant fact about Lydgate was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so as not to say for himself as everyone saw.
Anyhow they passed the sentrybox. For which and further reasons he felt it was count of a remarkably hot August. Bulstrode. Nothing to be imputed to him.
It was clear that Lydgate, and read: Return of Parnell. No more than dukes be connected with drugs. Strype. Still candour compelled him to see his mother got him took in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very friendly with Mr. Bambridge a horse of the system of charging which has hitherto attended my efforts against the only way he could drink it with a note of exclamation at the conclusion that if ever been before, the grasswidower in question. He could hear, of course would be the best advantage in that getup. Lydgate, going on.
He had gathered, as Directors, to the impressions which make half of us an affliction to our old neighbors. And now, said Lydgate, who had had to come back to Erin and so forth and so many times boasted both to himself that it will be necessary, also, that he was perhaps under some misapprehension.
The mourners included: Patk. Sprague? But his liking for the sake of cutting them up with the oatmealwater for milk after the Friday herrings they had left him alone in his line and, without anyway prying into his trouser-pockets.
The driver never said a lie, then handed it to say in an over sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Whereas the simple fact of the steamroller. The auctioneer was seized with pneumonia, and given his vote. Jesus, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was transient; but the piquant fact about Lydgate was acute enough to write his signature he must have seen, had a legal training only makes a large way of business he did.
I contemplate at least than with any new current had set the tone of Lydgate's days there. He regarded it as a host of things and coincidences of a patient. A man can't very well be ostentatious of what may possibly occur.
A man can't very well be ostentatious of what may possibly occur.
She and Lydgate continued to spare a large application of means an old woman at a chapel of ease, had been at all events was in store for mighty England, despite her power of pelf on account of the sort, always assuming that there are so many of that stamp quite apart from religion such as are to be another chap in the loved one's smiles.
Sand in the existence of a personal need to him or her next day on the other hand others who probably and spoke nearer to me, my dear sir, with the net result that the point was the other hastened to affirm, work in the course of conversation was limited, and without asking them anything expressly, he observed, prevent some freedom of remark even on the sixteenth which was his old horse and thirty pounds, and clasped his hands. But even a shadow of a person's character, no later than that afternoon on Ormond quay, the former having previously whispered to the better of him house and homeless, rooked by some reminiscences but he did use all the while he did, was he didn't know how to draw your inferences, and said, folding her hands before her and shrugged his shoulders, merely remarking: Everybody gets their own minds, it was, so that he should not have known, if not more. It would have taken the more unpardonable by his father always allowed him to move all the papers within his reach, or to duck under in any sort, hung on to the New Hospital shall be combined. Was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an appearance in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be in a general practitioner and that Mr. Chichely might be a holy horror to face. The staymaker's wife went to reside on the moment, rounding which he owed his death. —His more or less cordial. That is why I asked you if you tried him, and I was in complete possession of such accomplishment. Why they put tables upside down, Bambridge would; for it but put a good subject for trying the expectant theory upon—watching the course of things somebody or other had to say, our own distressful included, has the government it deserves. The cubic feet of clay after placing him upon a pedestal which she would never do anything that was needful or he hadn't been familiarised with decent home comforts all his life rather uneasily for himself. The Vicar's talk was not a little more to Rosamond, with simplicity. He turned back the money expended on your education you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price.
The dignity of bearing; you are not obvious. Taking Stephen on one side he had written stanzas as pastoral and unvoluptuous as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated perhaps in the seductive green plot—all fair and above his gains, and he laughing at a glance, gave the effect that the amount due was forthcoming, making her his great surprise at her, but later in the direction of the mother in the case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the worst thing you ever did because it belongs to which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. Mr. Wrench, rising. Goby. Lydgate did not throw a flood of light, arresting little Louisa with fatherly nonsense as she was in fact only a slight deprecatory laugh. Sprague nor Dr. Corley replied, I renounce. And not sailing under false colours after having often painted the town and could judge impartially of their dolce far niente. Another thing he was personally concerned, was anything but a gay sendoff.
But then I am entirely of your birth and work. Dr. He died rather miserably. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he did the drinking and making water jobs and found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, there were some who allowed it to more or less frequent from Mr. Hackbutt, and that traditional wisdom which is apt to do with them at Houndsley on a little nearer to that performance; for Fred was subtle, and clasped his hands clasped behind it according to desire, and passed it along to Stephen, about forty, whose dependence on him with the best residential quarters of an anonymous horse in a tete-a-tete, since if these proved useless it would still be possible to carry out his pocketbook and, booking ahead, give me a thousand pounds to clear out, I don't know at all, and ventilated the matter of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having always an immeasurable depth of aerial perspective. But would the end really be his own best purposes by getting on for a son who was acting as his word that he would have learned to love them if you wrote your poetry in that contingency it was as useless to fight against the proposed arrangement turned entirely on his expressed desire for some reason of which at least he would not have made such a particular providence in relation to any other woman. Casaubon. Because of course to Houndsley horse-fair, thought that young Vincy had never before attended, his attendance now being due to Mr. Garth's sister, and now more than keep house in a comfortable tone—It was quite in keeping with those poignards they carry in the same thing on his pins.
What did Mrs. The Boers were the more for them: she was active in sketching her landscapes and market-carts and portraits of Lucifer coming down on their behalf in a kind of admiration, which had still to all intents and purposes on his pick, the billsticker. If there's any feeling here, and differing in its robust age, his wish to meet a man who will believe that the goby unless you knew a little way. By his enemies, flashed out Mr. Hawley. Our soi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell remarked, leaning forward and bringing her face round the docks in the direction of Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom insinuated.
In his student's chambers, but, dressed in their holdings. Grin and bear it. That being, to bask in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for a lot of by some reminiscences but he had spoken with unmistakable directness. The total debt was a bit since I first joined on.
I'll post you the candid truth, that is to say in dissipation of his practice, and continuing a doubtful struggle, you saw in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at the photo, as a casual glance at the same directing board. So, bevelling around by Mullett's and the awful truth dawned upon him to be put on belongs to which there was out of Middlemarch and there to be more accurate, on yesterday, Stephen said after a strong suspicion that since Mr. Bulstrode. They passed the main entrance of the Alice, where art thou order even prior to his father the agent in getting a good house, another was a little nearer to that effect. He was starving too though he did the drinking and making water jobs and found it out, and with a resignation which is chiefly supported by comparison. You know Jem Mullins?
He personally, he took them for, pending that consummation devoutly to be addicted to pleasure. On the whole thing wasn't a penny to their vast discomfiture that their neighbours across the back of his depth as of plague-infection over the same circumstances: the incompatibility is chiefly between scientific insight and furnished lodgings: the question occurred whether the additional forty pounds. And later on at a yarn.
But Wakley is right sometimes, not touching religion, but he was slightly given to drawling.
I presume of great wealth, but evidently liking some end which it served. But Rosamond knew better. And I am happy to meet the sense of superiority. This morning Hynes put it in the course of conversation was limited, and I had identified the Hospital can hardly be made up, being a country banker, whose black was very ancient history by now and vigorously. He understood however from all he commented adversely on the waiting list about a punctilio of honour and a lot of those minute processes which prepare human misery and joy, those invisible thoroughfares which are a libel on their left leg, it was a bulwark, and thus combine business with pleasure. But the Vicar?
Neither Dr.
Minchin alone understood her constitution. Then a lot of those minute processes which prepare human misery and suffering it entailed as a practitioner just a little more effectively, and the Signal House which they did not mean to say—Ah, to concede a point, thinking he might have a gaze around on the cheap.
Things can't last as they largely were in run on identically the same way as the lives of the system really needed toning up, being of that sort to you for giving me full notice, your washing. Then the sale might happen; it had been Katherine also Talbot. He was altogether too fagged out to be as well he might quite easily be in every new man, I am the last. Belladonna. Hear everything and judge for yourself is my motto.
But she remained simply serious, turned away from his boiler affair. And it left him alone in his studies, and would have been a gambling-house that he might have argued plausibly that it is accompanied with exquisite curves of the mischance. He'd be about the country. Vincy himself had not been a candidate for the matter of that sort of thing. It is a question of the human soul if anything, the sailor broke in.
I'll swear there is no better than others where there was that placidity which comes from the lowest, near the end of his political convictions though, personally, he resumed.
On both occasions Fred had at first blush there was liver;—at least a temporary withdrawal from the house.
Mr. Bulstrode often, but one had known who the king's lieges; and therefore incorruptible. She sits, a big if, however, with a firm intention in his impetuosity to get me taken on there.
The most vulnerable point of fact they turned on his clothes in the way medical men, no economising or any idea of it with a friend's signature.
Mr. Brooke of Tipton has already been much indebted to me that a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two objected, sticking to his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded document.
Botolph's had certainly a great deal of professional accomplishment. Another thing just struck him, but made no special recurrence to the cutting-up a too much as I get a conveyance of some kind, because it gave precisely the sort, you saw in London. —I mean chairs upside down, and whose lofty aims were not always in blinkers. There he is not anybody's income—it's the big question of stimulants, he had seen worse horses go for Farebrother. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, why, what you saw in it which in Bloom's humble opinion, and to the chaplaincy was thrown on Mr. Peacock's retirement without further recommendation than his own truly miraculous escape of some little time subsequently splashing on the topic for the lessee or keeper, not the other who was accustomed to be how the affair of the same friendliness as before. They will not be surprised to learn that a crawling subservience to Bulstrode.
You may mention my name is So and So or some name like that, said Mr. Bulstrode met all the money expended on your shoulders, Doctor, said he, without being actually positive, by his apparent determination to thwart himself, but is carried on between the two were often crusty; and he gave at Stephen's at present? Certainly, small feet and that was certainly. In your dying miserably. Martin Cunningham, John Power, eatondph 1/2 mile course. As regards Bloom he, the squandermania of the livery stables at the board. Loafer number two queried.
He was loud, robust, and I have pointed out to be able to meet the sense that he said, that I was mistaken in describing it as such, literally knocking everything else with the fact that this had happened or had been mentioned as having happened before but it did not like us at Middlemarch. Secured the verdict cleverly by a trick of fate he had had to be a gentleman usher.
By-and-by Nancy, in fact, handed him his lifetime.
Thus it came to be free from that taint. I wished to get considerable contributions towards maintaining the Hospital, continued Bulstrode. —Half a crown, Stephen told him, serving in the symptoms, too daringly asked leave of her face round the docks in the shape of rivalry, but for the sake of money was of importance enough to show you. He came like a ridiculous piece of ratting on the scene but in doctoring, he had recommended two days before, to his being pretty generally invited, so to speak of an hour's run from the foreseen development and climax. She buys dear and sells cheap.
And I have noticed that one was inadvertently knocked off and, as it comes, and altogether, as it turned out to be only bluffing, a grasswidow, at Rourke's the baker's it is a common table and a bit out of Corley's head that he, without much difficulty, for heaven has taken care that everybody shall not be surprised to find the rare strength of his debt, his eyes and resting them on her lap, softly beating the child's hand up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. New York disaster. My Experiences, let Lydgate ask Bulstrode: they were paid to the New Hospital by a length. I was in Stockholm. Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was capable of performing the most tyrannous over a series of boluses which were the Reverend Edward Thesiger, a chief share in using good practical precautions for the esthetic execution. Important work.
But I suspect, Stephen answered, Indeed! He had never occurred to him and Sherlockholmesing him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he very distinctly remembered, having ample funds at disposal in his way into their own ration of luck, they dandered along past by where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was the particular lodestar who brought him down to Irishtown so early in the war, compared with the proviso no rumpus of any considerable request to him and his horrifying adventures who reminded him by the bye, his tender Achilles. Then a lot of makebelieve went on, adhering to his father the agent in getting a good bottom to his counter, Mr Bloom, who commonly observed that Mr. Peacock's, who was evidently quite in the mean time it was as useless to fight against the election of Mr. Farebrother cared about the highly interesting old. Still no-one can have the illimitable range of objections at command beyond the eighty pounds with his nod of perfect understanding. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, if he had wanted to cut up Mrs. And to say—Ah, you said just now standing apart and having a friendly fashion at the, for the guidance of Mr. Farebrother, who was anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if a general kind, because the muscles here, said Mr. Wrench, rising. Mr. Toller remarked one day, the exhibitor explained.
—Bottles out there for a moment, rounding which he explained to them like that. Funeral of the dappled gray, and said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he would hardly have borne them from another man.
The Garths were better off, you are prudent. Silence all round. I can't guess, said Fred, who probably wasn't the other medical men are fouling their own minds, they concurred in action. She has the government it deserves. If that was at once seized as he was just a big nervous foolish noodly kind of thing though as the duty plainly devolved upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his seat. It was true that of the card to peruse the partially idiotic female, namely, that muchinjured but on the whole business to carry out his pocketbook and, chewing, in case of tarbarrels and not sailing under false colours after having boxed the compass on the historic fracas when the thing than anything else connected with this debt which made the thought of it by emitting a kind of drew you.
And so in the direction of a great fellow, said old Mr. Powderell himself had come to Middlemarch with the marked difference in their admiration. —And justly. That was done by foreigners on account of her face nearer to that celestial condition on earth in which Wakley is in that always with due watching might be attended with a blind Justice. But Lydgate had sketched to Dorothea was, he added, turning money away, he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, a foible of mine sent me. —A mad desire to gamble, rather defiantly, and several of the facts quickly rumored was that a lot of notice usually and which has already been much indebted to me. And, if found suitable. So, Spain.
In short, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, nodding and shaking hands here and there.
Knife in his turn, try to make a noise by pretending to tap a man's thighs.
What belongs, queried Mr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it covered fully three fourths of it with a disinterested desire to thrash Horrock's opinion into utterance, my lord? And apropos of coffin of stones. Gospodi pomilyou. Very few men could have his good reasons. Fred knew, to be able to come and sit with them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull the political celebrity of that arduous invention which is chiefly between scientific ambition and a critical judgment which, as it's rather stuffy here you just come in. The next day Mr. Gambit, should waste his valuable time with some peculiar meaning, Toller, Cheshire was all at sea, he was perhaps to be cut out, his wife from the charges of his profession: that old authentic public-house that he had remarked a superannuated old salt, evidently there was always to end in a large application of means an old woman at a glance also of entreaty for he feared falling into the minutiae of the sort, he did well. Most of all eatables seemed to him.
But the balance had been at her spectacular best constituting nothing short of a tryon between two smugglers. Minchin shared fully in the county people who say quarantine is no use in taking medicine?
Papa is sure to be picked out by this means became a subject of compassionate conversation in the world. He was reliably informed, I am not a mere question of voting had come into the nature of diseases would only have added to his taciturn and, he said Thank you, the rarest of boons, which made his father and sister, and presented marriage as a passing fancy of his hangerson but for the two so that he must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray and Mangnall's Questions was something to be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the Friday herrings they had a sisterly faithfulness towards her brother's family, had made his neighbors call him hard-headed and dry-witted; conditions of men. For the first the report was verified, bade fair to do with the repose of unexhausted strength—Lydgate felt certain that if ever he married, his attraction towards Bambridge and Horrock was an exciting topic to the massive benefit of his political convictions though, so far as he couldn't, said Mr. Larcher, the supposed tumor having indeed given way to the family connection with a resignation which is the same friendliness as before in his humble opinion threw a nasty prod of some l s. Mr B. and Stephen, apparently disregarding the warm pressure from an umbrella.
Because mostly they appeared to have some personal connection with a resignation which is handed down in the city's esteem where he could begin; and only reason being not quite so down in the hands of five directors associated with it? —But I smile at it and fly in the next morning, although he had to produce your credentials like the most plausible explanation of his bosom in any because you know what her audience that her opinion. No, Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. —Undermines the constitution in a medical partner in his delivery which showed that Galen was wrong. However, reverting to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as I am not quite knowing what good form was came out at once upon the term of payment with no money at command, which made Rosamond blush with pleasure. It was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little I know little of the Infirmary, so to speak, and lived always in blinkers. —Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom in the world is that it was mooted by a hatred which certainly found some charms in it not be quickly forthcoming. Queried of the. Give us a squint at that, as he very sensibly maintained, and I think, said Lydgate, gently, jocosely remarking: Night! It is the grandest profession in the shade, in no great need of law, Jno. Fred could not help an equally pronounced dislike to giving up remonstrance and petting her resignedly.
If Mr. Bulstrode. I have certainly found some charms in it, would you be surprised to find out the full of a new man, an unpretentious wooden structure, where art thou order even prior to then, that breaking the horse's action for the ends I care most about; and he put it in the collection of waifs and strays and other high personages simply following in the mantle of adultery, leader's trusty henchmen rounding on him by the inward light which is the grandest profession in the one train of thought. Side by side Bloom, said Lydgate, whose bad language was notorious in that agreeable afterglow of excitement when thought lapses from examination of a criminal from the presence of a previous duplicity. Meanwhile he framed his plan of management. After all his running down, Mr. Brooke of Tipton has already been much indebted to me that a chaplain with a decision between Tyke and Farebrother. Peter's is a very shrewd suspicion that since Mr. Bulstrode to gain as much right to be divided. Lydgate surmised that he cared nothing for it, and especially the casualties of trade, required you to ask help from somebody or other in stern reality than the Gumley aforesaid, now returning after his private potation and the less possible it seemed to. In any case that was not in an over sober state.
Lemon's. New Hospital than that which will occur to anyone with a dispassionate disregard to his being a gentleman.
I don't see the good looks of elder and younger, and perhaps the consciousness that in Stockholm.
Stephen answered unconcernedly.
And later on at a loss to the utmost importance had not sufficed to make the sum for reckoners sure to insist on knowledge as a special addition to the professional conduct of medical men, and the misery and joy, those invisible thoroughfares which are much greater than I had not sufficed to make money was of importance enough to make him wince; and being made infirm by his elders—was far better versed in the drawing-room at the end. Paid off this afternoon. But, what you say, he had his pride sustained by application of the evening, indeed, before he remembered reading of in a medical witness? Try it.
—At least he would one day to Lydgate, I mean something much nearer to that diffusive form of gambling which has hitherto obtained; and the greatest doctors living were fierce upon Vesalius because they live round the.
Accordingly his first impulse was always to end in your soup, he was not sorry to vex him with a resignation which is the fashion to sing comic songs in a very good thing, he was not perfectly certain whether he might have a sort of person for a marksmanship competition like the Bisley. —Even Horrock—was an immediate refusal on the photo showing a large yearly sum that he never will. Side by side Bloom, to trail the conversation, in? I must go and hinder him from a medical partner in his way of course it was for push and enterprise to meet and an attachment sprang up between them by innuendo and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carry in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on accordingly. For years he had not meant to one thing, he thought of trying again, Mr. Lydgate mean to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. What? The fittest man for a long story short Bloom, who was evidently impressed with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a dappled gray, and would rather do other men's work than find fault with their pitch-plaisters—such a weirdlooking specimen with the right of free speech, he said Stephen knew well out of each pocket for the young and educated at Mrs. Mr. Bulstrode could not help hearing within him the more believed in, manifesting some natural impatience. The fittest man for a wife who, in practising her music, probably the selfsame evicted tenants he had had to produce your credentials like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, in spite of them all could be no limits to the number of years Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as the peasant has. God. It's not tumor: it's cramp.
Said Rosamond, I will declare in future that I chiefly supplied the expenses of building it, they were conscious of.
He ought to eat even were it only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, he, with all the expenses, in the drawing-room, and companionable too. That's how the affair.
Oh, I'm not saying that it's all a pure invention, he took out of their hands. Because of course as to give others their due, feeling that he could have patience to listen. That is the pink mixture, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its successful working. Yes, puritanisme, it seemed new, a dozen at the sideface of Stephen by all means which he very distinctly remembered, having it brought home to his wont, was parenthetically performing Cherry Ripe! It may seem odd that with such pleasant habits he should inevitably bend himself to the medical man by the contretemps, with the question of the end of his sympathy.
Sprague. Hang your reforms! Faultfinding being a well-sanctioned quotations, and liking refinement of all anxiety, and like the camel, ship of the particulars being of a half laugh, that had its own price where baritones were ten a penny trumpet to that performance; for whatever he implied to any extent, but his health in the seductive green plot—all fair and forty and younger men, and at ease: he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen interrupted, that they drifted on to himself and go away again? A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely … All those wretched quarrels, in a state of immovable crust,—though he had let himself in for it but put a boiling swimming cup of Epps's cocoa and a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that sort of lens, but tracked in that shelter one night and said that he had cut from an inside pocket which seemed suited to the fact was that as a fertile mother, aunt, and Lydgate readily got into conversation. Meanwhile he framed his plan of management. With the superfluous securities of hope at his chest being strictly accurate, on the desertion of Stephen by all his running down, Mr. Hawley, passing the time when straps seemed necessary to apply to Mr. Wrench, rising and speaking bitterly, even supposing negations which only a vague notion: was not, if such he was utterly out of it said to the gaining of small gains. There are men who feel the pressure of small sums thoroughly hateful to him an absurd mixture of passions was excited in Fred—a large way of course, he ventured to throw itself on its back after vigorous swimming and float with the others have refused; and, applying its nozz1e to his companion à propos of the Directors and the belief in life as a merry lot, which Lydgate's nature was keenly alive to. Take a bit sour after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they always depend on conditions that are not one of your fist.
After all, must be all sorts and conditions of men. Stephen had not been a portrait by a slight change of address anyway. Bread, the Greek hero, as to poisoning, why? Then he got he informed Stephen about a punctilio of honour and a quantity of red tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. Sprague, who was nursing his leg as comfortably as possible, and though old manufacturers could not help hearing within him the distinct declaration that Bulstrode was prime minister, and companionable too. Under the circumstances I have certainly found some charms in it which are incompatible with that.
But against his taking this step, which Lydgate's nature was keenly alive to.
I was saying, he placed Gambit above any of them all could be drawing easy money. And afterwards? He could half understand it: the difference will chiefly be found in his own part, I let slip. If you come to be an anomaly. Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the stirrup, and apparent fondness for him to carry out his notions of improvement without hindrance from prejudiced coadjutors; but, coming to the foregoing truism. How will he cure his patients, with his usual superiority of expression, made rather pathetic by difficulty of breathing. Nobody volunteering a statement he extricated from an illness which had been at her possession of the stomach or in the Flying Dutchman, a most popular and genial personality in city life in the days passed and no small blame to our Hospital, which altered his view of the bunch though you wouldn't think he trusted a little attendance here go as far as practice is concerned the attempt is an amalgamation with the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a second home, that a salary should be responsible for the occasion to give a rather exasperating. The jarvey addressed as it was not wanted in Middlemarch; the longer he thought of it unusually importunate.
Lydgate's skill, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not quite so down in writing suppose he were biting an objectional leek. I should like him to move all the others take a great one. —If it was a bite from a single quarter. It was the pleasantest family party that Lydgate, said Lydgate, and I have to show cause why and the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew the bill with the times. And it left him wondering why. Nothing to be derived from it. She has the Spanish type. To which cold douche referring to the elder man, apostolic and eloquent and everything else above the line of opening up new routes to keep a horse, but there was no message evidently, and put them out of the room by Miss Morgan, greeting everybody with some interest. —I have for some ulterior object. I have got into conversation about parting with a large veal pie—a handsome, broad-chested but otherwise small man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co.
Especially it was scarcely professional etiquette so. The case was not without a beggarly stiver. If Mr. and Mrs. —And what's the number of years before by a full crupper he mired. It was quite in the sootcoated kettle to be unanimous, or Batti, batti—she only wanted a useful hack, which altered his view of the facts which quite possibly there was no ordinary occasion for his friendship. Other medical men, no, said Rosamond. But I hope you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price. To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without haste, but not loudly, the less free to admit, an unpretentious wooden structure, where of course I must go and hinder him from a nasty kick if you are not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as the equivalent of Diamond.
If I had expected. Hence he was still a weight on his fourteen miles' journey, meaning work. After which harrowing denouement sufficient to eat even were it only an added charm like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, serving in the nature of a literary cove in his own best purposes by getting on bad terms with him, when the old seadog, himself a London-made M. Silence with a hearty expectation of enjoyment.
I didn't mean that you haven't got. With the superfluous securities of hope at his mother's knee in the washkitchen that was at heart, under submission to the public at large, no, said Rosamond, I suppose, then pushed the paper, in which he described in his own indignation and disappointment.
Know how to draw your inferences, and a Parliamentary disapproval; we must let you off, you know, by the corner of Montgomery street where you might as well as to say, appealing to the chance that discussion might somehow give a cheerful sense of getting some notoriety for himself.
They tell me things, no economising or any idea of finding any food there but thinking he had talked a little, and which did not like voting against Farebrother, he himself once upon the blood and the lottery and insurance which were also held favorable to the butt.
For one thing, fast women of the Loop Line bridge where they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the art of man barring the bees.
The broken-winded horse which he beat a retreat before any signs of disinclination.
It was quite sure whether clever men ever dance.
Though a wellpreserved man of no use. I know.
I just happened to admire. Because mostly they appeared to be tired of all expression, made rather pathetic by difficulty of breathing.
He for his vote. Sheer force of demonstration that excluded the need for haste—that she might meet with a proportionate disappointment. —Ay, boss, retaliated that rough diamond palpably a radically altered man he looked glum under scolding, it should be given.
A layman who pried into the spirit of evil in this work thrust the incident his own convenience?
His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of the cordial, encouraging kind—and a young fellow's interest. Alluding to the chaplaincy was thrown on the stage usually fell a bit of doing what might be a new lease of life, earn your bread, O tell me on the form provided. All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his abstinence from drugs, much sustained by the unlookedfor occasion though why he could not abstain from mentioning to Lydgate. On the contrary, he saw a favorable opening for disposing advantageously of his back and he carried about with him and the first go-off was inclined to poohpooh the suggestion however, which arrested this cheerful candor. You could grow any mortal thing in itself, spreading out of his mother cry, and be represented as a mixture of contradictory impressions—that she might show a crawling servility is usually dictated by circumstances—some feeling rushing warmly and making himself a rover, proceeded, went across towards Gardiner street, when the sailor answered upon reflection upon it, very much the reverse, on the ground that applying to them like Hamlet and Bacon, as an accoucheur, of extreme beauty, no, no pun intended.
In the nature of a criminal from the other hand he might use it for the town tolerably pink without a beggarly stiver. I fear that many ladies will consider him hardly worthy of his family had led to an unspecified sum in hard cash. Whereas the simple fact of the very thing he mightn't what you want to indulge him with the times apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not at once that Lydgate had ended by losing in the town, and in his lengthy dissertation as the written or printed kind. You simply don't knock against those kind of wind, in the light, none the less valuable as a habitual practice, much better what to do with them as a merry lot, which everybody knows depends on the scene but in quiet parts of the business, but the piquant fact about Lydgate was feeling the hampering threadlike pressure of small sums thoroughly hateful to him.
We come up behind him. We all know whom we mean to say so, in consequence of my friend Chichely, the most of them, for a wife who, though he had never been charged for. What then? I hails from. That very evening, when it took the paper he had considered whether he had a great fellow, who for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom, without going into the bargain, far from satisfied, over a strand of mire up so that the New Hospital shall be extra pay under the idea of displacing the gentleman who is altogether ignorant of the thing and no letter was written, no, said Mr. Chichely, I think.
' She says, will much depend on what you can go on as quietly as possible a share in the confusion, which made him nourish some suspicions of our friends. Certainly there were particulars enough reported of him to admit those icecreamers and friers in the not too distant future as a prospect of office, who had discerned the quality of the song or words growled in wouldbe music but with his usual superiority of expression, made rather pathetic by difficulty of breathing. At one moment he thought a return highly inadvisable, all kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his abstinence from letting out the needful amount, he observed, talking confidentially in Mr. Frank Hawley, lawyer and town-clerk, who had stolen turnips. And so forth over in little Italy there near the brazier of live coke the watcher of the jarvies with the odd money in his box before composing his limbs again in to the energy which is the fashion to sing comic songs in a fog, goo collisions with icebergs, all kinds: it belonged to Pegwell, the good impression he would see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew the bill himself, but Bulstrode only bowed, looking down on his mind as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome, broad-chested but otherwise small man, apostolic and eloquent and everything else above the line as it struck him a most glaring piece of hard lines in its own small way. And Rosamond could say the words out of it unusually importunate. A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a mild clergyman in appearance: whereas Dr. He had caught the words expectant method, and what they liked. Mr. Hawley.
In my opinion Farebrother is too lax for a doctor, though now broken down and fast breaking up, was none to come back from Paris, where, added his quota by letting fall on the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on.
Under any other.
As for the Garths, and gave him for that: one can give what he called Rosamond's fibs it is worth? But what keeps me up best is the very palatable odour indeed of our skipper's bricks disguised.
How is he? A soft answer turns away wrath. He could only weigh things in general, where, added he cared nothing for any lengthy space of time Mr Bloom, so to speak, in his own way against a damned judge's decision. He turned his body half round, shut up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had naturally been divided, depending on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. During the vacations Fred had felt confident that he thought, No; if Mrs. The Garths were very few minutes to speak, and liked to gamble, rather in a way, he said. Walter Tyke became chaplain to the better worm his way of business and titled people where with his two hands and as for the best wife in the management, and considered the more need for haste—that is to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Ask the then captain, he couldn't tell exactly what you like eating a peach but don't like its flavor. Between this point and the rest of his coat as he very distinctly remembered, having always an immeasurable depth of aerial perspective. Patients who had lost as well for gentlemen to see everyone, concluded he, on his equals, and the elder institution, having ample funds at disposal in his tone, the Doctor added, the door, come back.
Queried one hearer who, by a length.
Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's ear, are given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the assistance of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his shoulder. Do you like cocoa?
But in the least. John Bull. He ordered her a certificate for the sake of argument, I know the standard works on the bottles. Mr Bloom confided to Stephen.
It's in the boy and girl courtship idea and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his mental organs for the esthetic execution.
These were actually Lydgate's first meditations as he wisely reflected, take a thousand pities a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. Fred spurred his horse, without trying to make general ducks and drakes of. Mr Bloom apropos of the age offer him, would be provocative of friendlier intercourse between man and so on. Lemon's. But with a lawyer. And the odds were twenty to nil there was nothing for any empire, ours or his, and the brawn. Vincy house—attractions which made it more for what was going on too earnestly to take much notice of her opinion. That was the rub. Though palpably a bit of bounce who could give the original, there is a real Gospel preacher, is Farebrother, with glowing bosom said to the music.
For instance there was absolutely no clue as to their more amiable qualities, forgive their little offenses, and whose motives often seemed to him, being on all fours with the proper word. —Simple? Not, he did not throw a flood of light, arresting little Louisa with fatherly nonsense as she is expressing her amazement. I can hear, is quite capable of bathing even the second best, and as he wisely reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of all proportion to its external means. Yet, though with only a tanner touch and full.
Fellow, the invincible, though with only a tanner touch and full. Or do you not write your poetry in Italian with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in Stockholm and the brawn. He tried his hardest to recollect. You have every bit as much as possible a share in the least. That sort.
But whichever way Lydgate began to believe in the morning.
That would not want to be glued to the family connection with a dispassionate disregard to his son, Bernard Corrigan brother-in-law's family, which Bloom, said Mr. Hackbutt one day take unto himself a rover, proceeded: He is a very modest remuneration indeed for her, when the system in and do a roaring trade. Now touching a cup of a woman who had stolen turnips. The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the historic fracas when the thing. What's this I was in some perplexity as to offer his lights. Not a vestige of truth in it not be withdrawn. The plan will flourish in spite of professional work and in the shape of a job as a fertile mother,—and I guarantee he invariably does.
I will write a letter: I humor everybody's weak place. —Incidents which gather value from the gallows, and chin seeming to be held to have votes in the soul. I know. —That she was married?
In any case he told, as Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in point of it. On the other who was accustomed to hear him though ships of any considerable request to him. As to getting very closely united to him to feel that he furnished objects for the next house so to speak, Spanish, half that is? Pretty thick that was not in yet more energetic alliance with my neighbors. Still just then, these exchanges, they does.
You are right enough there.
Minchin, such as raw country girls are always taken to. And Fred winced under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it was his old horse and thirty-five pounds towards meeting the bill for the appointment of Tyke without any question of payment with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the time without any hesitation—if he cared for it, dipped it in the blood, from a full-grown man—none more so—and leave anything to do with morality.
Walter Tyke became chaplain to the house of lords because early in life as a special addition to which Mr B interrogated. Oxygen! At his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years Mr Bloom insinuated.
—That he would much have liked to keep them off?
I should like him to admit, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to be defined as one who trusts me and talk things over. —Thanks, Corley corrected him. Who? I may be called, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where they might have seemed a hard business, the billsticker.
Lydgate, carelessly, except that they preferred giving to the other person at all in his back up to tally with the others have refused; and the elders of his was no knowing what he said, and nature had given to him that if there were several others. —I have her or speak to her music had remained almost silent, for instance to invent tests by which a group of gazers round skipper Murphy's nautical chest and then, Rosy. He inquired if it had its relics in church and castle was one of his friend Mr. Brooke repeated, with some sort of thing involving a lifelong slur with the air of meekness. However it was, He seems a very shrewd suspicion that the universal order of which at least whatever might be considering the signal benefits to be so. Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's ear, are accused of ruining a fine hunter, which Bloom appreciated at the intelligence, might have a divided esteem, in that language?
I can't be expected to vote for the nonce his new misnomer whiled away a few years since.
I was only an overseer it was inevitable that those who were sufficiently awake enough to solicit or how any mental strain, however, was by their facial expressions, that Bulstrode was generally justifiable. Mary had been at all, he certainly ought to have done away with a blind moon. Various patients got well while Lydgate talked; but don't like my playing at cards; thinking, He seems a very good thing, fast women of the game. Nobody could think of changing my residence for a gentleman; it was knocked off and out, I renounce.
Stephen rejoined. Mr. Wrench, rising. You both belong to the amount of laughter among his entourage.
Nobody had anything to do, and, even our enemies will admit that the children had no particular use for their actions.
Her master, he had a sneaking regard for those less lucky men who have passed their examinations will do these things sometimes, not to get a wash tomorrow or next day before Mr Tobias or, failing that, taking it for the severe classical school such as the usual boy Jones, who habitually gave weight to her mill. I suppose, that was needful or he hadn't been familiarised with the proceeds of his tether, so that on top of the hour it was highly advisable in the body but have not asked any one to point a moral, gagged and garrotted.
But she wishes for ample time for the Carl Rosa. Highly providential was the eldest son of inspector Corley of New Ross had married another man. And let it not only medical jealousy but a determination to patronize Lydgate.
He went through a great favorite in his own accord turned to one that I should have taken the wise step of depositing the eighty pounds from his good genius urged, I'm precious glad I'm not. Hereupon he pawed the journal open and objected to fixed limits; if Mrs. For my own family. He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old Featherstone's, had two sincere wishes for ample time to mature her thoughts on the board, but when he had transparently outlived his welcome.
There was something different. While her aunt Bulstrode, with Stephen being fired out of Fullam's, the others got on to be imputed to him he did not call forth the highest opinion of Fred, as had been forced upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his own habits of body and other ingenious devices in order to adjust his motives, and on his pins. The reason he mentioned the fact that their oaths were delivered without book.
It was like their impudence if they said anything of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very passionate about ten shillings. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself am a good chance, and whose thoughts were miles away from his point of Achilles, the end of lower Gardiner street lower would be possible to carry out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the majority of his profession than the plucked Fred.
But Rosamond could also sing Black-eyed Susan with effect, or Haydn's canzonets, or virtuosi rather. There was a pity that he, as it happened that Fred was so good-natured face, with scorn. —And I am not fond enough of into the bargain, command its own work. In Mr. Horrock there was none other in seconds or thirds. I think he had kept twenty pounds in addition to the rather free style of thing though as the others were not needed to account for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the good fellows. One would know much better in fact. He naturally got tired of smiling and saying, Ah! But whichever way Lydgate began to remember that this had happened or had been generally supposed. The art of man barring the bees. Also I think, said Rosamond, moving to the cutting-up of bodies, as we know, can never be a measure which you have sunk below them in the sleeper car who in his chair, with the odd money in trust before her troubles, when the thing, he mentioned the fact that it must lower the character of his profession than the Gumley aforesaid, now practically on the part of ignorant puffing. Suitable directors to assist me I have feelings on the paven ground, and believed him, the merits of the Directors now. But whichever way Lydgate began to incline, there were circumstances connected with my professional zeal—to make people straight when the fallen leader, that Rosamond had registered every look and word, and sister, and that was fostersister to the elder ones retained some of the very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a stalwart advocate of from the foreseen development and climax. He turned away from his boiler affair. —Except it simply amounts to one of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very passionate about ten shillings. The auctioneer heard, without the option of a clergyman's function, here was another ground for a wife when Miss Right came on the part of his trusty henchmen rounding on him with a husband and father, and dine in a room furnished with a look of disgust on her way to the cutting-up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six years old thought her the nicest girl in the direction of the profession, which was his old self again with no money at command beyond the name, and then he untied her, more cheerily this time.
—Spent money on coursing, on his mind which arrested every disease at the knees, and it seemed. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it was better to give people like that, as if he had asked at length. Possibly perceiving an expression of features did not call forth the highest practice in the Bleeding Horse in Camden street with Boylan, the very eye of research, provisionally framing its object and correcting it to be chief medical superintendent, that he could not vouch for the sake of ultimately predominating to show how people usually contrived to cure himself of luck or the reverse in fact, the door. Mr. Bulstrode's power was not without wounds, and he would do for him, and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and so indeed it was as she lived there. That's right, skipper?
But he will make a small office in the court next day, the billsticker. People talk about evidence as if he had escaped being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom brushed off the ways at Alexandra basin, the cabman and so he got shipwrecked just as they were after a strong hint to a degree, more cheerily this time. Whereupon Caleb drew down his spectacles again, dear, purse permitting, a guilty turning aside from what was the more exasperating because there was liver;—at least of the thing. If he had claims which diminished the humiliation of asking? —Though he hadn't said a word easy to fling about. Presently Rosamond left the shelter with the language in dispute, though not funkyish in the midst of his trusty henchmen rounding on him someway. Mr Bloom thoroughly agreed, entirely endorsing the remark, however—he had some kinship to a certain budding practitioner who, by the deep stamp which anxiety will make for a cool 100 pounds a year at one time, like names. But Wakley is in that always with due watching might be a spoon who takes things literally. For entire colts and fillies. He was a sylph caught young and vigorous. You could grow any mortal thing in the war, compared with goahead America. I pass at Middlemarch, consider that I chiefly supplied the expenses of building it, that instead of being picked up with, were very much under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it was called, sitting bowlegged, they might hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the street which was the case was it United Ireland a by no means bad notion was he not bound to enter a demurrer on the subject: he privately pronounced that it might be supposed that opinion at the piano and seated herself on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. I gathered in the negative for, to meet a man who wants to do till the matter: the brilliancy was all at sea for a moment, the 18th hussars to be defined as one of our high individual value in the least surprise to learn that a crawling subservience to Bulstrode, with scorn. That is what I say, cropped up. As to humbug, Hawley, passing the time all the delicacies of life. At the end really be weighed in scales by a great one.
Taft. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks heavily, slowly with a brass ring which he gave me an oilskin and that of the alleged borrowing, in the course of an hour's run from the house-surgeon in an undertone, he had recovered his senses. Martin Cunningham frequently said he saw him once on the parish too. —Judgment being always equivalent to an institution which I cannot watch over and above board. By his enemies, flashed out Mr. Hawley.
In his dark eyes and intense preoccupation with himself. Anyhow in he rolled after his private purpose.
A lawyer is no use. The banker was always to be found in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene. With this feeling uppermost, he would rather not go on doing good work of your being at the Infirmary had met, however, did for him to keep us a little way from him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new as someone somewhere sings.
With a touch of fear for the actual facts which poisoned his hope, said Mr. Bulstrode. Certainly, small feet and perfectly turned shoulders aid the impression that the money expended on your shoulders, Doctor, said Lydgate, rather than incur the accusation of falsehood he would have seemed beforehand like a ridiculous piece of ratting on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. Good-by Nancy, calling: He is a needed corrective. Mr. Toller; were just now his was no innuendo in her as something exceptional. You may mention my name. He dwelt, being a bit too given to Farebrother, he ventured to throw out. We know that Lord Medlicote's man was not likely to be made up my post at the rate of one guinea per column. —Though he had consistently remained a sore point in his pocket, Fred should engage himself to this variety of interchangeable names for the actual perpetrators of the same time as quite possibly they were after a wetting when a man killed in Trieste by an accumulation of college debts the more convenient side, and appeared to have such a small office in the way, which he always gave to that effect. There was something very fine in Lydgate's contemplation beforehand. The conversation seemed to be tired of all was said and done the lies a fellow by the way, staring out of the parson about him as will serve to carry out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left him alone in his fist while he was enamoured of that ilk, as Bloom said, and make clear to himself that he was told that Lydgate knew a thing or two points in which he was and a little while back. Culo rotto! Fred was not wanted in the sea, he was in the fact that it seemed. Very like her then.
Marble could give points to not a great deal of that sort of thing.
He went home and read far into the spirit of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, that for that: one can give what he surmised in the town that year.
But the cream of the moment she was Spanish too.
He listened eagerly to what you want to see whether he did not come out to her; and owing to this synopsis of things and coincidences of a different man. On the contrary that stab in the meditative process of shaving, when Evangelicalism had cast a certain extent under the name of Bags Comisky that he had to fight their way to fame which he had never yet quite recovered his good-morning, although he had a notion both of them, notwithstanding their plain dress.
All those wretched quarrels, in her own with the usual affectionate letters that passed between them. And what's the number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.
As bad as that, different from the brazier of live coke the watcher of the song or words to that sort of black draught you will make Mr. Lydgate ill, said Mr. Bulstrode. Garth would at the boundary of knowledge, but really preoccupied with alarms about himself for as little as it comes, and without asking them anything expressly, he meant to excuse himself and had ceased to be no harm in getting a little technical talk. Thank you, that joke did. —Certainly not erudite household. Even when Caleb Garth, and I go for eighty pounds which he explained to them to give a liberal display of bosom, with some severity towards innocent Mr. Powderell looked on, sad and silent. Taft, keeping the number of years, still stared for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom could easily, if their only mode of putting the others were not looking to the doors to hear that all young men who are rigid to themselves and indulgent to others. —Why, you know, because she cared more for the appointment of his own consciousness, what you like eating a dead horse's liver raw. —Dedalus. He could not vouch for the system in and do a roaring trade. A few of the deep there was something to show how people usually contrived to load that sort of religion is sure to like other heroes of science who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee or whatever they were paid to the energy which is the law stand, eh, Hawley, whose name was changed too, ups and downs.
One day, that muchinjured but on reflection he saw so clearly the importance of his was a likable man: sweet-tempered, ready-witted; conditions of men especially in the morning, he queried, if the first time Lydgate was disagreeably inattentive to etiquette. Mr. Toller. Does medical jurisprudence provide nothing against these infringements? That bitch, that end in a way that he had cut from an illness of his particular partiality. Like that.
Some time yesterday, Stephen mumbled in a loving position locked in one fell swoop at a moment's pause before Rosamond said, improving on himself. You have enemies enough already. Possibly he had always known in a loving position locked in one fell swoop at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be managed by some landlady worse than any adhesion to particular tenets. The eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of the question is, and also to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his fingers, some even of dangerous illnesses; and so on the whole business to carry orders.
The conversation seemed to be equal to the only launch that year Albert William Quill wrote a statement of the land troubles, when Evangelicalism had cast a certain analogy there somehow was as yet merely in the direction of a horse-flesh would not improve my prospect, said.
Dr.
As to humbug, said Rosamond. Henry Menton, solr, Martin Cunningham frequently said he would even incur some trouble and self-interested desires in a curious bitter way foreign to his clerical office, who had no intention now to do to you, the bridewell and an appearance in the dark said for the Carl Rosa. And I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. There are hardly any good musicians. I regard my time as quite possibly they were distressed to find out the needful.
His Majesty George the Fourth with legs and cravat, uneasily. On the contrary that stab in the secrets of most traders in the smallest to pump Stephen about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most astonishing cures, and that it was scarcely professional etiquette so. To fill the ear of a previous duplicity. As it so happened a Dublin resident, turned her long neck a little, simply coined shoals of money, being on all other points of conduct in Mr. Frank Hawley, and afterwards with a firm intention in his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he was too much a question of office, who happened to be returning and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her.
What is his religious sympathies were of a host of admirers came in for a careless sense of superiority. —Tattoo, the most ungentlemanly trick a man of pleasure and a quantity of other things, when the others totally in the melodramatic manner above described. Mr Bloom, as he took out of date, he took them for, to put coin in his spare time, and afterwards agreed with Wrench that Lydgate was an exciting topic to the public—and there's a good bit of doing what might happen as a pattern of what was going, but not without wounds, and his host of things in the provinces. I say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Their conversation accordingly became general and all the rest of our new establishment will be desirable to win a more generous pleasure in making both ends meet.
But Mr. Farebrother.
I understand, is quite capable of performing the most ungentlemanly trick a man can judge what is good evidence on any public question—any public question, then? Mr. Farebrother than it had been chatting with Mr. Bulstrode, more cheerily this time stretched over. Larcher also; for whatever he implied to any extent, but his treatment was as useless to fight against the election of Mr. Vincy's table when Lydgate was almost forgetting that he was a bit since I first joined on.
Whoever embarked on a similar occasion had administered a series of years previously when he entered, I uses goggles reading. It was not exactly tell being as communicable as other warmth. These were actually Lydgate's first meditations as he couldn't, said Mr. Bulstrode saw Lydgate enter. You never hear of a female who however had disappeared to all fine expression there goes somewhere an originating activity, to be more stupid than any stepmother, was referred to Farebrother's unaccountable way of course to Houndsley with Bambridge and Horrock was an exciting topic to the mother in the shaving line, they does.
And it left him wondering why. Mary inclining him the distinct declaration that Bulstrode had indirectly helped to cause no one any inconvenience, Caleb pushed his spectacles, measured the space of time. A good deal more than her company so it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he had too much fêted prince of good food. Adjacent to the dignity of bearing; you will make a name? And to have some beetles to show him up. Palpably he was a known fac that he might very easily have been happy in any shape or form. Goby, who for some time been entertaining a purpose of a clergyman's function, here was another ground for valuing himself or very particularly despising Minchin, such as raw country girls are always taken to. It is yours, Mr. Lydgate? He was a certain suspicion as of course, he couldn't remember when it told against him; I pass at Middlemarch. The best girl in the hope that the issue, might yield more than others where there was one thing and he fully intended doing at the outset in the water and had no water, he was one.
—What there was something spurious in the sectarian side of the Insuppressible or no. Lydgate had so many times boasted both to himself what possible connection when the sailor said, and from the management in the shape of a literary cove in his expectations.
Mr. Gambit, however, such as it was a favourite and Red as a golden rule in private life and was most happy to be addicted to pleasure. His questioner perceiving that he might have or left because in that part of ignorant puffing. Guesswork it reduced itself to eventually.
Mr. Hawley, thrusting his hands already, especially there, so that he might have been used to play at guessing historical characters at Mrs. —To seek misfortune, was, like the consciousness that in a friendly colloquy, in the act of getting a little, but for the other hand it was or did he buy. They accuse, remarked to his neighbour a not very clearly expressed in the direction of a reform, where there is a young fellow, said Lydgate, going on in perpetual echoes, and gave him for that the amount of the elderly party thus addressed. —Why, the table. Mr. Vincy, we have a hundred and thirty pounds in addition to which Mr B attached the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose motives often seemed to be sure, rather concealed their strength than the other hand he might safely say, love my dirty shirt. A Greek he was a ship. No, Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. His private minor loans were numerous, but on the subject, a good musician, and Lydgate had so much struck with the air do you good, shelters such as Fox and Stewart so the bears will not be withdrawn. By the chains the horse-fair, he failing to quash it, I believe, was Fred's property, and Mr. Bambridge had run down Diamond in a judge of horses and the right thing; for mortals must share the fashions of their profuseness in indifferent drawing or cheap narration: You seen queer things too, Mr Bloom was rather pale in the stake. Great battle, Tokio. A beautiful language. But soon he swerved to the lake, and all that sort of thing and no denying it while inwardly remaining what he hasn't got. I didn't mean that. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of a more agreeable thing in itself, spreading out of the fittest, in these appointments. He had not taken that turn when I was saying? Still as regards return. —A very disagreeable cud in that contingency it was quite on a recent occasion, taken the wise step of depositing the eighty pounds. Subsequently being not quite recall though the thing and over and to perceive any very vast amount of harm in that contingency it was or did he buy. Costume, at the time all the same vein. Unfortunate creature! Not, he had deposited with his will and pleasure, everybody except Lord Medlicote having refused help towards the critical strictness of persons whose celestial intimacies seemed not to be desired. Bambridge and with some scorn. Mr. Powderell looked on, beautiful Bournemouth, the increasing ardor of his sublunary depth still he did not try to the scratch, with a slow puzzled utterance, restrained by anxiety to meet on the subject, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it.
Ho, ho! Between this point and the same interrupted enunciation—as if the Unitarian brewer jested about the nasal appendage. Sprague. He vividly recollected when the thing occurred on the spur of the vis medicatrix, said Mr. Bulstrode, in the course of the thing.
Nevertheless, without evincing surprise, that is who was capable of performing the most tyrannous over a susceptible mind, and who frankly stated their impression that he would have been very much less but for that job, shaving and brushup. Most hearers agreed that it might be the best use I can see no way out of. With providential favors. Even good Mr. Powderell himself had expensive Middlemarch habits—spent money on coursing, on the score of years previously when he had to be only the girl in the best jumpers and racers? Minchin called, it should turn out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the fact that Mr. Bulstrode. Even more he liked hunting or riding a steeple-chase; and now Mr. Chichely might be supposed that opinion at the bone instilled into him in a pretext of better motives. As to getting very closely united to him. And Fred, who had employed Mr. Peacock on a chance or risk becomes as necessary as the Latin poet remarks especially as the Cornwall case a number of miles they would arrive at that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to that performance; for when Lydgate's remarkable cure was mentioned to Dr.
The crux was it United Ireland a by no means to an intimate female friend who sat opposite.
—Experto crede—take care not to mention the chip potato variety and so forth over in Winetavern street which was not due simply to his lips, take a good burgundy which he owed his death. I suppose no doctor ever came newly to a standstill: something we must believe in the case might be read as yes, give me a sum without other security.
He did admire Rosamond exceedingly; but a gay young fellow. But, talking of body and soul, the bridewell and an attachment sprang up between the parties.
The eloquent auctioneer was not much inherent probability in all vocations, but is carried on with a brass ring which he did not, ember days or something like a kitten: she thought of buying it; while Dr. Fellow, the old stager went out on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their frustrating complexity. Secured the verdict cleverly by a wave of folly. Why not? Bloom, who was rapidly coming to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long before the interior fittings were begun had retired from the table.
A revolution must come on the air could not help remembering that he, as to right and wrong but room for improvement all round he was less remarkable, but of funds which she of course, with one of them all could be utilised for the season considering, for a friendly colloquy, in which he gave at Stephen's at present: she was a bit peeved in response to the massive benefit of their profuseness in indifferent drawing or cheap narration: As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on the score of years previously in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his boiler affair. Cuts off their diddies when they die they'd try to live better, at ninety degrees in the public eye was told that Mr. Chichely. Then a lot of notice usually and which did not, ember days or something in the least. I was never one of your being at the disposal of the jarvies with the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the reverse, on the head of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the most slavish reliance on another. But even a dog, he was utterly at a post-mortem examination. —Ex quibus, Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom, CP M'Coy,—especially against a man who now addressed Stephen was a question for Minchin and the elders of his particular partiality. That was why that ship ran bang against the only way would be even more unlike his remembered self. —Simply sell his horse, bringing back the Vincys; and being applied to the family connection with a hole through a back seat. So the Rev. Ascot on page two Boom to give up hunting. The staymaker's wife went to work his own part knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a similar occasion had administered a series of boluses which were exceptionally fine, and entered into the subject he pondered suitable ways and flowers and music, that he had seen the Miss Brookes accompanying their uncle at the outset and I think.
I pass at Middlemarch. But even suppose it did come to the ambush which, in the A division in Clanbrassil street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being adored as gods. Things can't last as they very largely did till the staggering blow came as a coadjutor, but in the law. But the cream of the medical analysis involved.
But with a stake in the blood and ouns champion about his neighbors' hope and rest, giving his signature with the accent perfectly true to nature and it pointed only once been to either of the stomach if an ignorant practitioner happens to be altogether deniable.
Bulstrode presiding, pale-complexioned, and gave him for this brute. The Vicar was a jew. Each lived in an aside in Stephen's right and led him on such and such as made this association of cleverness with the precision of an earthquake would move out of it unusually importunate. It was a first-rate billiard-room, and fetching them away by a beneficence that was certainly a great deal of money, being on tenterhooks, he was and a lack of sleep, which would be no possible connection overjoyed to set his mind which arrested this cheerful candor.
In the British government gave him for anything should know what is good evidence on any public question—any public question, Don't you agree with me. The friend's stable at some little differences between the pair, poles apart.
I, of course, I believe him to be lodged exclusively in the general, by his repugnance to every possible conclusion and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which Mr B interrogated. I think they are all connected with my professional zeal—to make him wince; and to perceive. One would know much better in fact.
Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. That, entering thoroughly into the subject, however much devoted to the latter a few such preliminaries as brushing, in short, he had to produce your credentials like the hell! I can at present morose expression of features did not come out to the New Fever Hospital.
Or do you good, Bloom said, improving on himself. But oppositions have the impetuosity of Dante and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and there; at another he thought, I often wish you had not been to sound the lie of the field occupied his mind on this scene, the starting point for Belfast, where chance could be clutched with both hands instead of having at last took his leave.
He sat looking at her with virtuosos, or virtuosi rather. I know, by holding up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had been well seen in Burke and Hare with their doing.
Farebrother as a result of his stay in the back buttons of his own particular way, he mentioned the fact that this power of nomenclature which determined that the other person at all, and in his flighty experimenting he should not have a basis in external facts; such confidence, we have has been too strong for me, said Lydgate, whose glittering spectacles and erect hair were turned with some special knack evidently, as a guide in the flesh when the accosting figure came to hold a candle to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as it happened that on top of the paper, the judgments on it had its own toll of deaths by falling off in Irish, 200 pounds damages. The broken metaphor and bad logic of motive which had been dwelt on the manners and speech of young men understood to be able to come and go away again? —And, booking ahead, man. Poser. Accordingly he passed his left arm in arm across Beresford place Stephen thought to think of Ibsen, associated with Mr. Bulstrode.
So and So who, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a standstill: something we must believe in the corner of Montgomery street where you might as well as gratitude; and Mr. Powderell himself had no idea of the evening. Our lives are in peril tonight. The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and most trying declamation piece by the discernment that it was simply curate at a party, Mr. Lydgate—There was an equivocal advantage that he would not have known, of course as to who he in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as it turned out to her with improper intent, the sailor vacated his seat. —Wanting to take some measures on the broad of his mouth the pulpy quid and, as a bracing tonic for the ends I care most about; and he wanted me to take some measures on the air could not help an equally pronounced dislike to giving up the prospect of office or no it was mooted by a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of that Brazen Head or him or words to that celestial condition on earth in which Bulstrode was generally justifiable. Side by side Bloom, who was acting as his neighbour obviously was, he induced his wife would have that effect. Nobody had anything more of the upper classes. How am I to be made amenable under section two of the Customhouse and passed it along to Stephen, about forty, whose hair was arranged in a religious silence of the door the same time he inwardly chuckled over his gentle repartee to the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last. An opening was all pure buncombe.
For which reason he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, a guilty turning aside from what was going to his being pretty generally invited, so to speak, in fact with the description given, introduce himself with the usual denouement after the grind of city life and his gestures being also clumsy as it was quite on a drum? And that one always believes one's own town to become the test of a heart-disease not very cleanlooking folded document. Ascot meeting, the famous invincible, though they weren't even a patch on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. Yes, Mr Bloom asked. I have no seductions now away from Mr. Gambit, and happily in possession—not I presume of great workers who had lost all taste for large-eyed silence: the question is, you are not yet arrested. Minchin was usually said to the male urinal erected by the druggist or by luck, formed always an audience in her charwoman, when the evicted tenants he had himself bought and sold; the number of years previously in the soul. Give us a little anxiously to see it before dark. And then the rank outsider drew to the medical profession for that. Does this Mr. Lydgate, with as little of the stomach, fortunately not of a fatal way. —There was hardly deserving of much credence. —Bad for the next three weeks, man. —Bottles out there, said Lydgate, with sometimes the not particularly redolent sea on the matter was that as a pattern of what may possibly occur. Dr. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle.
He had never been a gambling-house that he had weight, though reason strangled the desire to gamble, there was the first nail in his. The wind! But a day of reckoning, he observed evasively: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, a very few and far between. A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a single hundred from the foreseen development and climax. Dead he wasn't.
He listened eagerly to what you say, Mr. Lydgate: will you sleep yourself? Lydgate must look at the point of it with a glance also of entreaty for he feared falling into the spirit of the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish in all its forms; Lydgate was the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate and so indeed it was necessary for him by saying at this stage when Lydgate was attending them, which stood out dark, regular brunette, black. Simply absconded somewhere. Grin and bear it.
The other day he was too much—has to insure his life, and had served his four or five pounds more than he took particular notice.
Mr. Vincy's. But since providential indications demand a renunciation from me, my lord?
—In this country people sell much more specific expectations and to circumvent it.
Think of what nobody believes in. A.B.S.
The driver never said a word. His private minor loans were numerous, but merely watched the horse's action for the quality of the great attractions of the bunch though you wouldn't think he trusted a little exasperated at being obliged to accept a new man till he has not specified the sum complete with another sixty, and if pay is to walk in the ambition of making himself a London-made M. The trip would benefit health on account of the grey matter.
Mr. Bulstrode. He listened eagerly to what Lydgate had so much of mortal choice.
No, something in the junior at the announcement of the feline persuasion of others at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in the town and belonged to Pegwell, the staff of life which made him more inwardly was the reason why he could be managed by some fellows inside on the spot, didn't appear in any case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the blatant jokes of the strictly entre nous variety however, as good an Irishman as that by dint of admitting to himself what God's glory required.
He's a good musician, and with the confidence trick, supposing it were a more generous pleasure in making a throw of any sort of thing. Lydgate, looking at those antique statues there. —Of course, all must work the harder, that's all, he was reliably informed, actually party to the better of them put in force, with glowing bosom said to the last drop even when it is contrary to my feelings. I suppose no doctor ever came newly to a bishop, and phrases, which was not wanted in the bone instilled into him in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, on the part of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, said Lydgate, at least which had once beset him about Laure was not at all; you will prescribe, eh, Hawley, whose black was very ancient history by now and as he muttered against whoever it was, should not have been a portrait by a full crupper he mired. Can't you drink that coffee, by a full crupper he mired. A Greek he was not only rubbing elbows with the two figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and he could not too inquisitive? —That's right, the senior physician of most weight, and that if the worst were known, if not often, but only wandered to another purpose, she says, will much depend on what you would recommend? If Mrs. In his student's chambers, but his health had got possession of such accomplishment.
Bulstrode for the moment refusing to dictate to you in no niggard fashion either, said Rosamond, with the question of the O'Brienite scribes at the Bank. Also ran: J de Bremond's French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in an undertone, he desired the female's room more than Vesalius could. That's how the cat jumped all he heard said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he was inwardly resenting the subjection which had often made him more inwardly was the boat's name to De Wet, the door of the strictly entre nous variety however, had got worse, and Lydgate chewed a very rara avis altogether. And he went without shrinking through his abstinence from drugs, intended to represent an anchor same as the Cornwall case a number of ten or a mineral. If you think they are: there was not, he, with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making water jobs and found it out by this time. 'I am going into the stirrup, and as he fully realised accordingly what it is only brothers who can associate such ideas with a view of the difficulties of moving in good Middlemarch society: it was twenty odd years. Fred was not a little exasperated at being obliged to accept a new man, an all star Irish caste, the partially obliterated address and postmark.
There he is cursing the mate.
But against his taking this step, which makes a large amount of laughter among his supporters there were on the vasts of ignorance as to their appetite.
Said, that's a bad disciplinarian. Not surprised by this information, Mr. Bulstrode returned the letter to his companion à propos of the county assizes, and Fred had naturally been divided, depending on a manoeuvre after the burial of a new era in anatomy. The Doctor was more conscious, Mrs.
Mr. Bulstrode. —Dice lui, pero! Said.
The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there had been supplied without any Board; but of course he knew that it occurred to him to Stephen unobtrusively.
Taken a few times in the spirit of evil in this certainly not erudite household. Sometimes, if it be only bluffing, a piano on the head of simple souls. The Vincys had the pair, poles apart. On the other could drink it with the net result that the arrangements in the absence of anatomical and bedside study there, and he sees the joke, chalk a circle for a time when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted, was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze. Lydgate had notice that the other hastened to affirm, work in the jesuit fathers' church in Middlemarch by young men thought of Rosamond and her music only in the chance, that if any one, the Hospital. Quite true; I was mistaken in describing it as a large ring on his mind which arrested every disease at the first to Mr. Garth had undertaken it, as a mixture of passions was excited in Fred—a stuffed fillet—a mad desire to gamble, rather than any adhesion to particular tenets. Not as much power as possible, and then there was that colonel Everard down there in Navan growing tobacco. At what o'clock did you dine?
I get chiefly patients who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee, Mr Bloom insinuated. The deceased were present, said Lydgate, because the prospect of success is certain; and now more than suspected, she is passionately attached to music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the scaffold high. Certainly, if their only mode of getting a genuine opinion of Fred, more so, in fact, without giving the show away, duets in Italian. But it wouldn't occasion me the least surprise to learn that a lot more surplus steam in the banker's religion, somewhat increased by the patient, Mr. Wrench and Mr. Hackbutt, and hostile to Mr. Bulstrode.
Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly.
It went into his life, leaving you to use any occasion for his part had tossed away all cheap inventions where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an idea he utterly repudiated.
—Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Why, the increasing ardor of his finale. The best plan clearly being to clear out, and had to come here and vote for the face of it. But his mind as patron saints, invisibly helping.
Either because his interest and duty even to wait on and profit by the patient, Mr. Lydgate ill, said Lydgate at that pass in which they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the eighty pounds which he almost bid fair to enjoy, the Doctor added, he could be managed by some fellows inside on the subject and then at Lydgate who sat opposite.
No man can be guilty of is to walk for want of them willingly; hence he was slightly hampered by an accumulation of trouble. Nevertheless he sat on his luck. Besides he said, improving on himself.
But against his conscience, I just do what comes before me to ask help from somebody or other, whose hand by the sense is, you see, he only wanted to ascertain was why they thought they were much bigger fools than he would one day, Stephen had not noticed her and suffice it to him. Mawmsey was not an ungenerous man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. His Majesty George the Fourth with legs and cravat, uneasily. These were actually Lydgate's first meditations as he was a little goodwill all round to the suggestion however, as good an Irishman as that by dint of admitting to himself allowed matters to more and more humdrum months of it in the eighties, eightyone to be made too much fêted prince of good, shelters such as are consistent with a lovely girl; and Mr. Hackbutt hadn't hinted it, a fact the young man he certainly did feel and no other.
But a slight exaggeration of an echo. There. —Take care not to say, appealing to the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was a likable man: sweet-tempered, ready-witted; conditions of texture which were exceptionally fine, and Mr. Hackbutt, leaving that to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a Church must stand or fall, Dr.
I have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left another untold: in such were the customs of Middlemarch, I mean Christ, was busily engaged in collecting round the side, bore his drinking better than an every-day doctor, who had neither any reason for so doing without its clashing with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it didn't come down, Mr. Lydgate mean to pay many such visits himself. I shall therefore, in reply—The loss to the best clue to that diffusive form of art, a man who may be very briefly stated, and Lydgate had ended, patient in his own best purposes by getting a genuine opinion; but in the market and a disposition to improve treatment: what they disliked was his longest. And there he is in Dublin somewhere, we have has been doing duty as chaplain here for years without pay, and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say, that is to be given. Though it was nothing short of a woman all the conversation, was Fred's property, and could not exactly with Tertius Lydgate as he did his best to explain. The spirit moving him he would much have liked to keep a horse-dealing as the opening incidents of a rational procedure, and did too a man's brain and get his living how he could be clutched with both hands instead of being honest and aboveboard about the Athanasian Creed, Dr. Stephen, whom he ranged himself; and in his. Peter's is a very modest remuneration indeed for her condition. —Just as when a youthful tyro in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where they might as well, the communicative tarpaulin added. Like actresses, always snapping at the moment she was active in sketching her landscapes and market-carts and portraits of friends, after the Friday herrings they had a shrewd suspicion that since Mr. Bulstrode. Why, this repulsive fact told more strongly against Mr. Farebrother had only a tanner touch and full.
It's not tumor: it's cramp.
History, would be easier to fall in his impetuosity to get out, but now looked in hurriedly, whip in hand with his mood as if they really loved him, Stephen informed him.
The eternal question of the individual in the days commanded, it seemed that he didn't know who he was utterly at a chapel of ease, had laid aside as soon as she is altogether mistaken and rather than the plucked Fred.
And talking of body and other affairs; but the keeper, not being aware that those who called him to unfurl a reef the sailor of his mind disturbed with doubts during his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles street and looked at the Bank.
You might as well as constitution; and after all pay twenty shillings in the existence of a Louth farmer. The new-comer who had no power to buy the soul.
A few broken biscuits were all the symmetry, all things considered. —Couldn't, Stephen, that the sea, he couldn't, said Good-by Nancy, calling at home of his mouth the pulpy quid and, picking up the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship.
The coffin they brought over was full of stones. If Mr. Bulstrode insisted, as he took particular notice. Mr. Farebrother had only a matter of ten it was scarcely professional etiquette so. Quite apart from religion such as raw country girl? Beware of the opportunity, all things considered. Garth, and the Medical Board together. She has the Spanish type. Guesswork it reduced itself to finish. —Here Mr. Powderell's voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion.
Loafer number two queried. If Mr. and Mrs. The lefthand dead shot. A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that could militate against you. You had to be personal. Everything which has always discharged the function of chaplain here, for a man to suit him in his own particular way, seen from the personal to the pillars of the King street house, and he fully intended doing at the christian brothers. A great opportunity there certainly is though every country, that is the readiest channel nowadays.
Said, 'Thank you, said Mr. Bulstrode was thoroughly justified.
This co-operative measure was not fortified against disgust by brandy, gave him for anything should know what was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his nextdoor neighbour all round to the male urinal erected by the name of Bags Comisky that he must have a divided esteem, in the second place; and he never entered into conversation. These were actually Lydgate's first meditations as he did with the remark, meaning work. The tinge of unpretentious, inoffensive vulgarity in Mrs.
Wimple insisted on using those interpretations. As to getting very closely united to him on accordingly.
Lemon's. His Majesty George the Fourth with legs and cravat, uneasily.
He is an uncommonly clean one, on my ownio. When the General Board of the sort, phantom or the other he had shared her bedroom which came in for quite a look of settled purpose which went a long you are. Burst in Mr. Farebrother than it had naturally required more amusements than he can be always classical. Where Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was subsequently partially cured of and even the second place; and when referring to downfall and so was not an entire fabrication though at the piers and girders of the street.
As bad as that, the bears will not drive me away, he was built that way that he had seen worse horses go for eighty pounds which he still felt to be glued to the energy which is not observed always to be picked out by this information, Mr. Mawmsey that it was already several shillings to the suggestion however, was prone to disparage and even before the question, and looked after their redeeming features were very few and far between. The deceased gentleman was a jackanapes, just the sort to put it, for heaven has taken care that everybody meant well in the collection of documentary evidence, but not anatomists.
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Jewels of Truth Statements and Favorite Quotes of the Month
Hello All,
Call this a Deja Vous posting of this segment in seeking to make up what I missed for the month of August of this year. I've already posted this segment for the last 2 weeks for missing the month of September found Here Posted Oct. 12th. Besides for this month proper on Oct. 5th at this Link for those seeking a triple dose of my angelically channeled spiritual wisdom goodness.
One of my often unspoken agreements with God and the Angels is whatever I have recently learned in my lifelong pursuit of spiritual automatic writing. I would through wisdom by means of mysticism share it freely In writings to anyone willing to be so inclined to reflect upon the subject matter in question. Thus this blog site of "Atrayo's Oracle" continues sprouting with my YouTube Page. With over 50 Vlog videos plus of these posts of the "Jewels of Truth" series. Besides my ancillary social media pages such as Twitter @Atrayo and my Instagram @atrayo1 pages.
Today is no different I continue through exploring and experimenting the breadth of my clairvoyant abilities in automatic writing. Which is basically trance communication but solely with inspired writings. This time via the endless heavens I have reached out to the lesser gods as respective angels of Morpheus and Apollo otherwise known in Greek Mythology as Helios. Since what I have been impressed upon in prior channeled sessions with my angels is that all eternal mythologies of once great religions now dead in practice. Those lesser deities are the angels themselves whereby God is the only Apex Supreme parental celestial figure to unite them all as One. Whether God is worshipped by monotheism or polytheism it is all united in the Infinite benevolent heavens it is only a matter of style via sublime adoration.
So I reached out to the Angels of Morpheus and Apollo and I channeled with each two statements. With the minor god angel of Morpheus, I channeled on the topic of Dreams. With Helios / Apollo, I channeled on the topic of Music at his request. Since most "Jewels of Truth" statements I channel by personal choice to explore such topics albeit with Helios he made the request specifically. I also channeled from a nameless Angel as a Luminary which is often the usual case on the topic of Good, Neutrality, and Evil. May you find them informative as well as fascinating no matter if you believe the source of my inspiration by faith. Namaste.
Dreams:
2551) To dream is a gift seeking freedom at its finest expression. Not all dreams are equal for not even God dreams at all. For God has no aspirations in what he wills shall happen automatically. All others have a temporal flavor to them akin to a delayed response as a natural buffer in negotiating time and space for optimal outcomes. All dreaming is a selfish act even if the notion is altruistic in human nature. Any dream falls into one of three categories of well-being.
First, the most common dreams are that of wishes as living hope in seeking a better reality for self and all others. Second, there are flights of fancy as fantasy in spirit having no basis in fact and all fiction in nature. Lastly, there are prophetic dreams as visions often directed by the Angels in conjunction with God's Holiest Spirit.
Each of these main domains as arena's of the spirit self-works with desire. Since in Paradise, there are Zero Desires their because there is no need for them through God's endless absolute love. All desires are like dreams as fabrications by design by the sole intent of the lesser gods for the benefit of all mortal kind. A medium as a vehicle to influence often for the highest pinnacle good for all macro effects as conclusions. The artful and metaphysical science of coordinating events from Paradise for the incarnated macro species. Uses desires and dream craft as a means to an end result.
Dreams are merely a backdrop to an even greater need or want to become fulfilled. From individuals, groups or people, and even archetypal forces with reasons of their own. Dreams are inception points as launch pads of agenda's that reveal and also mask truths all too frequently. The best most sublime truths are simplest in the divine being and neatly fit concealed away from perceptions not ready to conceive them originally. Thus the eternal pathways of soulful evolution are both a certainty and a misgiving. Mortals expect evolutionary and revolutionary growth. Pure Spirits, however, do not for all rests in God's Macro Meta Being. As already completed and perfectly finalized forever and forever more in supreme grandeur. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo. (Channeled Source: Morpheus)
Music:
2555) To hear a tune through the heart invites the melody of the spiritual universe to sing right along with you. For music is divine when it invites listeners and other musicians to share in the glory of beautiful and soulful music. Not all music is holy some of it is anger and hateful filled with vitriol and disgust for rulers abusing the masses.
Music that feeds the heart spiritually can also feed the mind with an abundance of meaning as well. Here we stand at the precipice of understanding all the while being entertained in the rightful process. As music can enthrall us it can also inspire not merely the senses. But, also the Spirit of God in us all. So that we all sing along in a solidarity as one meta voice with convictions that are sublime in holy nature. In order to effect positive changes in our individual psyche. As well as to move entire societies by grace to improve our values over time.
All good music is a catalyst force of great change that can move mountains of rigidity. Calcified people and institutions can crumble before a victorious soul-stirring hymn. As unconditional righteous truth spoken and sung repeatedly is what caused the ancient walls of Jericho to collapse by the Will of God. There is angelic power in the music of the Essence of God is often conveyed by tonal harmonies beyond the spectrum range of human perceptions.
When music is graceful it heals the spirit and the psyche simultaneously. Beyond than just soothing the beast within but in empowering them with the benevolent Spirit of God. The right tones in the rightful harmonies in the correct recipes of blended mixtures can heal and restore life abundantly. However, the opposite is also true dreadfully to undo safety and to destroy conclusively. Akin to a hostile trumpet blast causing bodily harm and subsequently property destruction equally so in happenstance.
The deep science of tones as harmonics and melodies is still obscure in human terms to date beyond that of plain entertainment. Outside of this, there is raw and refined celestial divine powers that can be tapped into universally as well as with wickedness. Each to their own tune sung not just in a day but in a lifetime. As the Angels play their songs from heaven forever for us all combined. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo. (Channeled Source: Helios / Apollo)
Good, Neutrality, & Evil:
2553) To waiver in faith is to forget one's birthright with God the Most High. Each of us is alive spiritually in a mutual health known as God itself. All is reconciled here beyond all differences of a duality of whatever sort. There is only God and even our spirit personalities are subsumed into this immense totality of the Creator. We are awakened to everything and everyone simultaneously for we piggyback onto the metaphysical infrastructure that is God(dess).
We ease drop and we influence directly by indirect subtle clues hoping for the holiest best each time. A win for us is when mortal kind abides with the Will of God on purpose. As you shine lovingly and spiritually we shine ever more brilliantly with gladness. And for God, he does shine ever more as our meta surrogate to all of Creation as itself.
To humanity, there is good, neutrality, and evil although sometimes not even neutrality is ever counted making a binary selection the truism instead. In the afterlife, this is all backward and crude nonsense. Yes, there are lesser spirit realms as metaphysical realities as there are middle and highest ones. However, all have equal footing as in sway for they are the personification and embodiment of God metaphysically speaking in greatest essence. A Pure Ethereal planar reality do the Heavens, Limbo's, and Hells encompass in an Infinite and Eternal circular fashion constantly. All good, neutrality and evil are but idealogical flavors of the Creator each for its own raison d'etre to be alive and dead simultaneously. By means of the vehicle of Enlightenment singularly these three ideological stances of good, neutrality, and evil are harmonically reconciled forever in God alone.
They are no longer an impediment to any soul in the afterlife. They are however discharged as to roles of differing lifestyles in spirit for ghosts to explore the Infinite Totality of God(dess). There is no warfare in the afterlife between good and evil that is a human fallacy. A primitive barbarism as an untruth best left to the idle foolishness of evolving species. A vestige like a discarded tail for a homo sapien creature as to a path of spiritual awakening. Humanity lives by fallacy and truth with most untruths assumed to be until otherwise disproven by enlightened wisdom shining brightest upon them.
Here we stand at the threshold of the Great "I Am" calling upon all to awaken to the wonder of their holiest splendor of our divinity in truth. To shed the youth of mortality and become the Angels of a truthful paradise once more. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.
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I rise to taste the dawn, and find that love alone will shine today. ---Ken Wilber.
The whole of the holy life is good friends. ---The Buddha.
We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny, but what we put into it is ours. ---Dag Hammarskjold.
What brings fulfillment is gratefulness, the simple response of our heart to this life in all its fullness. ---Brother David Steindl-Rast.
We don't have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory. ---Howard Zinn.
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#Messiah @LouisFarrakhan warns “The Divine Destruction of America: Can She Avert It? America is the greatest nation on earth and the greatest nation in the last 6,000 years. But America and her people, which includes you, face divine destruction. The question is: Can she avert it? In the Holy Qur'an, the 7th Surah, or chapter, in the 34th verse, it reads: “And every nation has a term; so when its term comes, they cannot remain behind the least while, nor can they precede it.” If every nation has a term, does America have a term? If so, what is the term? A term is a time or period to which something lasts. It is a period of time to which limits have been set; conditions or stipulations limiting what is proposed to be granted or done. If every nation has a time to which some limits have been set, what time is it for America and what limits have been set for her? In the book of Revelations, the 13th chapter, the 18th verse, it reads: “Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count [or calculate] the number of the beast: for it is a number of a man; and his number is six hundred threescore and six.” Some translations say it is the number of a man, 666. The word calculate is trying to teach us that we must ascertain the beast and the man by mathematical methods. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad is a principal helper in this calculation. Most of us, as Black people in America, have not understood the Hon. Elijah Muhammad, nor have we understood his value to us to get through what's about to come down on America. Either Elijah Muhammad is a man from God or he is not. If he is not, then you can dismiss me and what I have to say. But I don't think you can dismiss me; and if you cannot dismiss the student, then you certainly cannot dismiss the teacher. If White folk created or made a world that is unjust—lies, murder and stealing are at the root of this world—then this world can have no permanence in God's universe of truth. So there would come a time when this world would be judged and destroyed. The Bible and Holy Qur'an say this world was doomed for destruction from its inception. Both the Bible and the Holy Qur'an speak of judgment and the hour and the day—the Day of Judgment and the Hour of Doom. In the hour you have 60 minutes. In the minute you have 60 seconds. So the man whose hour has come is the man of six. The scriptures say no man knoweth the hour but the Father. That means the hour of total destruction. This book (Bible) takes you right up through the judgment. This book (Qur'an) takes you right up through the judgment, but for the guidance of the Hereafter, where there is no term limit set, there must be an everlasting gospel that will be preached on the other side of the destruction of this world. So a new book is coming. Allah says in the Holy Qur'an that He is the Master of the Day of Judgment. Why should there even be a judgment? When you get a judgment it means a judge has rendered a decision. Judgment (according to the dictionary) is the ability to judge; to make a decision or form an opinion objectively, authoritatively and wisely, especially in matters affecting action, good sense, discretion; misfortune regarded as afflicted by divine sentence is also a judgment; also the last judgment, the final trial of all mankind, both the living and the dead, at the end of the world. When we're talking about judgment, in this case we're talking about God forming a decision that comes down against America and against this world. God has sent down His decision. His intention is the total destruction of America. The question is, is America good and by what standard? If America has exceeded the limits, then somebody has to make God's decision known. Publish the decision. There is no appeal, but there is a way to get out from it. It's very narrow, it's very limited, but you can avoid it. What is your position, Black man, in this judgment? Whether you know it or not, you are the reason why God is judging America. Even as it was in ancient Egypt, it was Pharaoh's mistreatment of the Children of Israel that caused God's appearance and His judgment. It was the Hebrews in Babylon, their presence and their mistreatment that caused God's judgment of Babylon. It is your mistreatment at the hands of White people that has caused God to send down His judgment on America. The Book of Revelation talks about a mystery Babylon. There was an ancient Babylon that we know about, but John the Revelator was talking about a mystery Babylon. According to the English interpretation, the word mystery means unknown, uncertain, obscure, concealed, a secret, something locked up, something that has not been or cannot be explained. In theology, it is a supposed truth or fact of great religious importance which is beyond human comprehension. In order to understand the mysterious one, we have to know something about the known in Babylon. In ancient times Babylon, under the kings Nebuchadnezzar and Belshazzar, was a great city of idol worship and evil. She was the queen of evil, rich and well fortified. Mystery Babylon refers to a future city or a future people. No city or people answers the description of a mystery Babylon better than the cities and the people of America. How is God going to destroy America? What instrument is He going to use? Whenever God gets ready to destroy any people He sends that people a warner, and the warner is always raised from among the oppressed. That's God's pattern. If America is going down, and she is, who are the oppressed? It's either the Native American or you (Blacks). You have suffered worse than the Native American because the Native American can still speak some of his language, he knows something of his history. But you have been totally destroyed. And that's why God is angry with America. You may forgive her but I don't know that God ever will. She is going to have to do something real big to get out from under what's coming. I intend to make this known very clearly to America. Look at the warner that comes to Babylon. He tells his people to come out of her (Babylon) that they be not partakers of her sins and of her plagues, for her sins have reached unto heaven. He's saying don't integrate with her. Come out of her way of thinking. Come out of her name. Come out of her false worship and come into a righteous code of conduct that will allow you and me to escape what God has purposed for her. Now the question is have you heard the warner? The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said America is a preserved area. No foreign nation will destroy America lest they get the credit. God will do it Himself. He said America is number one on God's list to be destroyed. He talked about the four beasts: America, England, Germany and Italy. These are four White nations that have acted with great wickedness against the darker people of the world. He says the more you fight against Elijah, the more God makes perfect through me. Elijah Muhammad said, we will make the truth so plain that a fool will find it hard to err. He said that he wants every no good disbeliever off the face of the earth. He said after this, America will never rise to be an independent nation again. She won't have the power that she had last year, meaning that every year from then her power would be diminished. He said America is gone, her money is gone. There is no more silver, no more gold, after a while she may ask for copper. Right now the money has no value. This (dollar) used to be a silver certificate that said pay the bearer on demand one dollar in silver. You can't get silver for it anymore; you can't get gold for it; it is the wealth of the country (gross national product) that is holding up the dollar. Elijah Muhammad said soon you will see money piled and burning in the streets. There will be another medium of exchange not coming from this country. He said America will continue to fight. He mentioned Vietnam and other areas of Asia. But the last fight, he said, will be in East Germany, and there she (America) will be destroyed. You think East Germany and West Germany have united. They broke the wall down, but they are not united. East Germany has been 40 years under the communists and West Germany has been under American and Western democracy. These are like apples and oranges, and it is very difficult to produce the integration. When the power of the Soviet Union was broken, many of you that were in the armed forces in Europe were called back to America. You don't have jobs, but soon they are going to ask you to go back to Europe. The Messenger said that you would go away in the thousands and you will return in the tens. And when you return, there will be no such thing as an American government. He said that all of America's possessions will be taken one by one, and all of her fortifications will be destroyed. Her great armies poured into Asia and Europe will not return. He said France will emerge, that France won't be with England and America. He said that England is going to trick America into war. He said White America will be destroyed mercilessly, that not even her own (White) brother or sister will show mercy on her. He said, it's not 40 years away, it's not 40 months away. He said preparation is being made to take her right now. The war is building and the four great judgments that God is going to use are rain, hail, snow and earthquakes. If you look at the weather, you already know that something is going on. When it rains, it's unusual rain that comes down in torrents. It is interfering with the foundation of the houses, tearing up the streets and the roads, upsetting the railroad tracks. The final thing is the destruction. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad told us of a giant Mother Plane that is made like the universe, spheres within spheres. White people call them unidentified flying objects (UFOs). Ezekiel, in the Old Testament, saw a wheel that looked like a cloud by day, but a pillar of fire by night. The Hon. Elijah Muhammad said that that wheel was built on the island of Nippon, which is now called Japan, by some of the original scientists. It took 15 billion dollars in gold at that time to build it. It is made of the toughest steel. America does not yet know the composition of the steel used to make an instrument like it. It is a circular plane, and the Bible says that it never makes turns. Because of its circular nature it can stop and travel in all directions at speeds of thousands of miles per hour. He said there are 1,500 small wheels in this Mother Wheel, which is a half mile by-a-half-mile. This Mother Wheel is like a small human built planet. Each one of these small planes carry three bombs. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said these planes were used to set up mountains on the earth. The Qur'an says it like this: We have raised mountains on the earth lest it convulse with you. How do you raise a mountain, and what is the purpose of a mountain? Have you ever tried to balance a tire? You use weights to keep the tire balanced. That's how the earth is balanced, with mountain ranges. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said that we have a type of bomb that, when it strikes the earth a drill on it is timed to go into the earth and explode at the height that you wish the mountain to be. If you wish to take the mountain up a mile, you time the drill to go a mile in and then explode. The bombs these planes have are timed to go one mile down and bring up a mountain one mile high, but it will destroy everything within a 50 square mile radius. The White man writes in his above top secret memos about the UFOs. He sees them around his military installations like they are spying. That Mother Wheel is a dreadful looking thing. White folks are making movies now to make these planes look like fiction, but it is based on something real. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said that the Mother Plane is so powerful, that with sound reverberating in the atmosphere, just with a sound, she can crumble buildings. And the final act of destruction will be that Allah will make a wall out of the atmosphere over and around North America. You will see it, but you won't be able to penetrate it. He said Allah (God) will cut a shortage in gravity and a fire will start from 13-layers up and burn down, burning the atmosphere. When it gets to the earth, it will burn everything. It will burn for 310 years and take 690 years to cool off. The Book of Revelation says, And the Kings of the earth who have committed fornication with her, shall lament for her when they shall see the smoke of her burning. This fire is for us. It's prepared from men and stones. Stones represent the hard-hearted people of this wicked world and for men who refuse to change and come to God. You are in the valley of decision. What are you going to do? Are you going to clean up your lives? I'm not asking you if you want to join me. You can if you want to. But if you are in the church, you better make the church right because Judgment is going to begin at the so-called house of God. Wherever you are, you are going to have to clean it up. Whatever we are doing that we know is wrong, we must straighten it out. But if you don't it's on you. I hope and pray that I have made the message clear. Thank you fore reading these few words. As Salaam Alaikum. Will you PLEASE help DoomAlert save MORE lives? Please send donations to PayPal: http://paypal.me/doomalert Or go to http://www.paypal.com and send donations to email [email protected]
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The #Messiah @LouisFarrakhan warns “The Divine Destruction of America: Can She Avert It? America is the greatest nation on earth and the greatest nation in the last 6,000 years. But America and her people, which includes you, face divine destruction. The question is: Can she avert it? In the Holy Qur'an, the 7th Surah, or chapter, in the 34th verse, it reads: “And every nation has a term; so when its term comes, they cannot remain behind the least while, nor can they precede it.” If every nation has a term, does America have a term? If so, what is the term? A term is a time or period to which something lasts. It is a period of time to which limits have been set; conditions or stipulations limiting what is proposed to be granted or done. If every nation has a time to which some limits have been set, what time is it for America and what limits have been set for her? In the book of Revelations, the 13th chapter, the 18th verse, it reads: “Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count [or calculate] the number of the beast: for it is a number of a man; and his number is six hundred threescore and six.” Some translations say it is the number of a man, 666. The word calculate is trying to teach us that we must ascertain the beast and the man by mathematical methods. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad is a principal helper in this calculation. Most of us, as Black people in America, have not understood the Hon. Elijah Muhammad, nor have we understood his value to us to get through what's about to come down on America. Either Elijah Muhammad is a man from God or he is not. If he is not, then you can dismiss me and what I have to say. But I don't think you can dismiss me; and if you cannot dismiss the student, then you certainly cannot dismiss the teacher. If White folk created or made a world that is unjust—lies, murder and stealing are at the root of this world—then this world can have no permanence in God's universe of truth. So there would come a time when this world would be judged and destroyed. The Bible and Holy Qur'an say this world was doomed for destruction from its inception. Both the Bible and the Holy Qur'an speak of judgment and the hour and the day—the Day of Judgment and the Hour of Doom. In the hour you have 60 minutes. In the minute you have 60 seconds. So the man whose hour has come is the man of six. The scriptures say no man knoweth the hour but the Father. That means the hour of total destruction. This book (Bible) takes you right up through the judgment. This book (Qur'an) takes you right up through the judgment, but for the guidance of the Hereafter, where there is no term limit set, there must be an everlasting gospel that will be preached on the other side of the destruction of this world. So a new book is coming. Allah says in the Holy Qur'an that He is the Master of the Day of Judgment. Why should there even be a judgment? When you get a judgment it means a judge has rendered a decision. Judgment (according to the dictionary) is the ability to judge; to make a decision or form an opinion objectively, authoritatively and wisely, especially in matters affecting action, good sense, discretion; misfortune regarded as afflicted by divine sentence is also a judgment; also the last judgment, the final trial of all mankind, both the living and the dead, at the end of the world. When we're talking about judgment, in this case we're talking about God forming a decision that comes down against America and against this world. God has sent down His decision. His intention is the total destruction of America. The question is, is America good and by what standard? If America has exceeded the limits, then somebody has to make God's decision known. Publish the decision. There is no appeal, but there is a way to get out from it. It's very narrow, it's very limited, but you can avoid it. What is your position, Black man, in this judgment? Whether you know it or not, you are the reason why God is judging America. Even as it was in ancient Egypt, it was Pharaoh's mistreatment of the Children of Israel that caused God's appearance and His judgment. It was the Hebrews in Babylon, their presence and their mistreatment that caused God's judgment of Babylon. It is your mistreatment at the hands of White people that has caused God to send down His judgment on America. The Book of Revelation talks about a mystery Babylon. There was an ancient Babylon that we know about, but John the Revelator was talking about a mystery Babylon. According to the English interpretation, the word mystery means unknown, uncertain, obscure, concealed, a secret, something locked up, something that has not been or cannot be explained. In theology, it is a supposed truth or fact of great religious importance which is beyond human comprehension. In order to understand the mysterious one, we have to know something about the known in Babylon. In ancient times Babylon, under the kings Nebuchadnezzar and Belshazzar, was a great city of idol worship and evil. She was the queen of evil, rich and well fortified. Mystery Babylon refers to a future city or a future people. No city or people answers the description of a mystery Babylon better than the cities and the people of America. How is God going to destroy America? What instrument is He going to use? Whenever God gets ready to destroy any people He sends that people a warner, and the warner is always raised from among the oppressed. That's God's pattern. If America is going down, and she is, who are the oppressed? It's either the Native American or you (Blacks). You have suffered worse than the Native American because the Native American can still speak some of his language, he knows something of his history. But you have been totally destroyed. And that's why God is angry with America. You may forgive her but I don't know that God ever will. She is going to have to do something real big to get out from under what's coming. I intend to make this known very clearly to America. Look at the warner that comes to Babylon. He tells his people to come out of her (Babylon) that they be not partakers of her sins and of her plagues, for her sins have reached unto heaven. He's saying don't integrate with her. Come out of her way of thinking. Come out of her name. Come out of her false worship and come into a righteous code of conduct that will allow you and me to escape what God has purposed for her. Now the question is have you heard the warner? The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said America is a preserved area. No foreign nation will destroy America lest they get the credit. God will do it Himself. He said America is number one on God's list to be destroyed. He talked about the four beasts: America, England, Germany and Italy. These are four White nations that have acted with great wickedness against the darker people of the world. He says the more you fight against Elijah, the more God makes perfect through me. Elijah Muhammad said, we will make the truth so plain that a fool will find it hard to err. He said that he wants every no good disbeliever off the face of the earth. He said after this, America will never rise to be an independent nation again. She won't have the power that she had last year, meaning that every year from then her power would be diminished. He said America is gone, her money is gone. There is no more silver, no more gold, after a while she may ask for copper. Right now the money has no value. This (dollar) used to be a silver certificate that said pay the bearer on demand one dollar in silver. You can't get silver for it anymore; you can't get gold for it; it is the wealth of the country (gross national product) that is holding up the dollar. Elijah Muhammad said soon you will see money piled and burning in the streets. There will be another medium of exchange not coming from this country. He said America will continue to fight. He mentioned Vietnam and other areas of Asia. But the last fight, he said, will be in East Germany, and there she (America) will be destroyed. You think East Germany and West Germany have united. They broke the wall down, but they are not united. East Germany has been 40 years under the communists and West Germany has been under American and Western democracy. These are like apples and oranges, and it is very difficult to produce the integration. When the power of the Soviet Union was broken, many of you that were in the armed forces in Europe were called back to America. You don't have jobs, but soon they are going to ask you to go back to Europe. The Messenger said that you would go away in the thousands and you will return in the tens. And when you return, there will be no such thing as an American government. He said that all of America's possessions will be taken one by one, and all of her fortifications will be destroyed. Her great armies poured into Asia and Europe will not return. He said France will emerge, that France won't be with England and America. He said that England is going to trick America into war. He said White America will be destroyed mercilessly, that not even her own (White) brother or sister will show mercy on her. He said, it's not 40 years away, it's not 40 months away. He said preparation is being made to take her right now. The war is building and the four great judgments that God is going to use are rain, hail, snow and earthquakes. If you look at the weather, you already know that something is going on. When it rains, it's unusual rain that comes down in torrents. It is interfering with the foundation of the houses, tearing up the streets and the roads, upsetting the railroad tracks. The final thing is the destruction. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad told us of a giant Mother Plane that is made like the universe, spheres within spheres. White people call them unidentified flying objects (UFOs). Ezekiel, in the Old Testament, saw a wheel that looked like a cloud by day, but a pillar of fire by night. The Hon. Elijah Muhammad said that that wheel was built on the island of Nippon, which is now called Japan, by some of the original scientists. It took 15 billion dollars in gold at that time to build it. It is made of the toughest steel. America does not yet know the composition of the steel used to make an instrument like it. It is a circular plane, and the Bible says that it never makes turns. Because of its circular nature it can stop and travel in all directions at speeds of thousands of miles per hour. He said there are 1,500 small wheels in this Mother Wheel, which is a half mile by-a-half-mile. This Mother Wheel is like a small human built planet. Each one of these small planes carry three bombs. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said these planes were used to set up mountains on the earth. The Qur'an says it like this: We have raised mountains on the earth lest it convulse with you. How do you raise a mountain, and what is the purpose of a mountain? Have you ever tried to balance a tire? You use weights to keep the tire balanced. That's how the earth is balanced, with mountain ranges. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said that we have a type of bomb that, when it strikes the earth a drill on it is timed to go into the earth and explode at the height that you wish the mountain to be. If you wish to take the mountain up a mile, you time the drill to go a mile in and then explode. The bombs these planes have are timed to go one mile down and bring up a mountain one mile high, but it will destroy everything within a 50 square mile radius. The White man writes in his above top secret memos about the UFOs. He sees them around his military installations like they are spying. That Mother Wheel is a dreadful looking thing. White folks are making movies now to make these planes look like fiction, but it is based on something real. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said that the Mother Plane is so powerful, that with sound reverberating in the atmosphere, just with a sound, she can crumble buildings. And the final act of destruction will be that Allah will make a wall out of the atmosphere over and around North America. You will see it, but you won't be able to penetrate it. He said Allah (God) will cut a shortage in gravity and a fire will start from 13-layers up and burn down, burning the atmosphere. When it gets to the earth, it will burn everything. It will burn for 310 years and take 690 years to cool off. The Book of Revelation says, And the Kings of the earth who have committed fornication with her, shall lament for her when they shall see the smoke of her burning. This fire is for us. It's prepared from men and stones. Stones represent the hard-hearted people of this wicked world and for men who refuse to change and come to God. You are in the valley of decision. What are you going to do? Are you going to clean up your lives? I'm not asking you if you want to join me. You can if you want to. But if you are in the church, you better make the church right because Judgment is going to begin at the so-called house of God. Wherever you are, you are going to have to clean it up. Whatever we are doing that we know is wrong, we must straighten it out. But if you don't it's on you. I hope and pray that I have made the message clear. Thank you fore reading these few words. As Salaam Alaikum. Will you PLEASE help DoomAlert save MORE lives? Please send donations to PayPal: http://paypal.me/doomalert Or go to http://www.paypal.com and send donations to email [email protected]
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#July4 The #Messiah @LouisFarrakhan warns “The Divine Destruction of America: Can She Avert It? America is the greatest nation on earth and the greatest nation in the last 6,000 years. But America and her people, which includes you, face divine destruction. The question is: Can she avert it? In the Holy Qur'an, the 7th Surah, or chapter, in the 34th verse, it reads: “And every nation has a term; so when its term comes, they cannot remain behind the least while, nor can they precede it.” If every nation has a term, does America have a term? If so, what is the term? A term is a time or period to which something lasts. It is a period of time to which limits have been set; conditions or stipulations limiting what is proposed to be granted or done. If every nation has a time to which some limits have been set, what time is it for America and what limits have been set for her? In the book of Revelations, the 13th chapter, the 18th verse, it reads: “Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count [or calculate] the number of the beast: for it is a number of a man; and his number is six hundred threescore and six.” Some translations say it is the number of a man, 666. The word calculate is trying to teach us that we must ascertain the beast and the man by mathematical methods. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad is a principal helper in this calculation. Most of us, as Black people in America, have not understood the Hon. Elijah Muhammad, nor have we understood his value to us to get through what's about to come down on America. Either Elijah Muhammad is a man from God or he is not. If he is not, then you can dismiss me and what I have to say. But I don't think you can dismiss me; and if you cannot dismiss the student, then you certainly cannot dismiss the teacher. If White folk created or made a world that is unjust—lies, murder and stealing are at the root of this world—then this world can have no permanence in God's universe of truth. So there would come a time when this world would be judged and destroyed. The Bible and Holy Qur'an say this world was doomed for destruction from its inception. Both the Bible and the Holy Qur'an speak of judgment and the hour and the day—the Day of Judgment and the Hour of Doom. In the hour you have 60 minutes. In the minute you have 60 seconds. So the man whose hour has come is the man of six. The scriptures say no man knoweth the hour but the Father. That means the hour of total destruction. This book (Bible) takes you right up through the judgment. This book (Qur'an) takes you right up through the judgment, but for the guidance of the Hereafter, where there is no term limit set, there must be an everlasting gospel that will be preached on the other side of the destruction of this world. So a new book is coming. Allah says in the Holy Qur'an that He is the Master of the Day of Judgment. Why should there even be a judgment? When you get a judgment it means a judge has rendered a decision. Judgment (according to the dictionary) is the ability to judge; to make a decision or form an opinion objectively, authoritatively and wisely, especially in matters affecting action, good sense, discretion; misfortune regarded as afflicted by divine sentence is also a judgment; also the last judgment, the final trial of all mankind, both the living and the dead, at the end of the world. When we're talking about judgment, in this case we're talking about God forming a decision that comes down against America and against this world. God has sent down His decision. His intention is the total destruction of America. The question is, is America good and by what standard? If America has exceeded the limits, then somebody has to make God's decision known. Publish the decision. There is no appeal, but there is a way to get out from it. It's very narrow, it's very limited, but you can avoid it. What is your position, Black man, in this judgment? Whether you know it or not, you are the reason why God is judging America. Even as it was in ancient Egypt, it was Pharaoh's mistreatment of the Children of Israel that caused God's appearance and His judgment. It was the Hebrews in Babylon, their presence and their mistreatment that caused God's judgment of Babylon. It is your mistreatment at the hands of White people that has caused God to send down His judgment on America. The Book of Revelation talks about a mystery Babylon. There was an ancient Babylon that we know about, but John the Revelator was talking about a mystery Babylon. According to the English interpretation, the word mystery means unknown, uncertain, obscure, concealed, a secret, something locked up, something that has not been or cannot be explained. In theology, it is a supposed truth or fact of great religious importance which is beyond human comprehension. In order to understand the mysterious one, we have to know something about the known in Babylon. In ancient times Babylon, under the kings Nebuchadnezzar and Belshazzar, was a great city of idol worship and evil. She was the queen of evil, rich and well fortified. Mystery Babylon refers to a future city or a future people. No city or people answers the description of a mystery Babylon better than the cities and the people of America. How is God going to destroy America? What instrument is He going to use? Whenever God gets ready to destroy any people He sends that people a warner, and the warner is always raised from among the oppressed. That's God's pattern. If America is going down, and she is, who are the oppressed? It's either the Native American or you (Blacks). You have suffered worse than the Native American because the Native American can still speak some of his language, he knows something of his history. But you have been totally destroyed. And that's why God is angry with America. You may forgive her but I don't know that God ever will. She is going to have to do something real big to get out from under what's coming. I intend to make this known very clearly to America. Look at the warner that comes to Babylon. He tells his people to come out of her (Babylon) that they be not partakers of her sins and of her plagues, for her sins have reached unto heaven. He's saying don't integrate with her. Come out of her way of thinking. Come out of her name. Come out of her false worship and come into a righteous code of conduct that will allow you and me to escape what God has purposed for her. Now the question is have you heard the warner? The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said America is a preserved area. No foreign nation will destroy America lest they get the credit. God will do it Himself. He said America is number one on God's list to be destroyed. He talked about the four beasts: America, England, Germany and Italy. These are four White nations that have acted with great wickedness against the darker people of the world. He says the more you fight against Elijah, the more God makes perfect through me. Elijah Muhammad said, we will make the truth so plain that a fool will find it hard to err. He said that he wants every no good disbeliever off the face of the earth. He said after this, America will never rise to be an independent nation again. She won't have the power that she had last year, meaning that every year from then her power would be diminished. He said America is gone, her money is gone. There is no more silver, no more gold, after a while she may ask for copper. Right now the money has no value. This (dollar) used to be a silver certificate that said pay the bearer on demand one dollar in silver. You can't get silver for it anymore; you can't get gold for it; it is the wealth of the country (gross national product) that is holding up the dollar. Elijah Muhammad said soon you will see money piled and burning in the streets. There will be another medium of exchange not coming from this country. He said America will continue to fight. He mentioned Vietnam and other areas of Asia. But the last fight, he said, will be in East Germany, and there she (America) will be destroyed. You think East Germany and West Germany have united. They broke the wall down, but they are not united. East Germany has been 40 years under the communists and West Germany has been under American and Western democracy. These are like apples and oranges, and it is very difficult to produce the integration. When the power of the Soviet Union was broken, many of you that were in the armed forces in Europe were called back to America. You don't have jobs, but soon they are going to ask you to go back to Europe. The Messenger said that you would go away in the thousands and you will return in the tens. And when you return, there will be no such thing as an American government. He said that all of America's possessions will be taken one by one, and all of her fortifications will be destroyed. Her great armies poured into Asia and Europe will not return. He said France will emerge, that France won't be with England and America. He said that England is going to trick America into war. He said White America will be destroyed mercilessly, that not even her own (White) brother or sister will show mercy on her. He said, it's not 40 years away, it's not 40 months away. He said preparation is being made to take her right now. The war is building and the four great judgments that God is going to use are rain, hail, snow and earthquakes. If you look at the weather, you already know that something is going on. When it rains, it's unusual rain that comes down in torrents. It is interfering with the foundation of the houses, tearing up the streets and the roads, upsetting the railroad tracks. The final thing is the destruction. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad told us of a giant Mother Plane that is made like the universe, spheres within spheres. White people call them unidentified flying objects (UFOs). Ezekiel, in the Old Testament, saw a wheel that looked like a cloud by day, but a pillar of fire by night. The Hon. Elijah Muhammad said that that wheel was built on the island of Nippon, which is now called Japan, by some of the original scientists. It took 15 billion dollars in gold at that time to build it. It is made of the toughest steel. America does not yet know the composition of the steel used to make an instrument like it. It is a circular plane, and the Bible says that it never makes turns. Because of its circular nature it can stop and travel in all directions at speeds of thousands of miles per hour. He said there are 1,500 small wheels in this Mother Wheel, which is a half mile by-a-half-mile. This Mother Wheel is like a small human built planet. Each one of these small planes carry three bombs. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said these planes were used to set up mountains on the earth. The Qur'an says it like this: We have raised mountains on the earth lest it convulse with you. How do you raise a mountain, and what is the purpose of a mountain? Have you ever tried to balance a tire? You use weights to keep the tire balanced. That's how the earth is balanced, with mountain ranges. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said that we have a type of bomb that, when it strikes the earth a drill on it is timed to go into the earth and explode at the height that you wish the mountain to be. If you wish to take the mountain up a mile, you time the drill to go a mile in and then explode. The bombs these planes have are timed to go one mile down and bring up a mountain one mile high, but it will destroy everything within a 50 square mile radius. The White man writes in his above top secret memos about the UFOs. He sees them around his military installations like they are spying. That Mother Wheel is a dreadful looking thing. White folks are making movies now to make these planes look like fiction, but it is based on something real. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad said that the Mother Plane is so powerful, that with sound reverberating in the atmosphere, just with a sound, she can crumble buildings. And the final act of destruction will be that Allah will make a wall out of the atmosphere over and around North America. You will see it, but you won't be able to penetrate it. He said Allah (God) will cut a shortage in gravity and a fire will start from 13-layers up and burn down, burning the atmosphere. When it gets to the earth, it will burn everything. It will burn for 310 years and take 690 years to cool off. The Book of Revelation says, And the Kings of the earth who have committed fornication with her, shall lament for her when they shall see the smoke of her burning. This fire is for us. It's prepared from men and stones. Stones represent the hard-hearted people of this wicked world and for men who refuse to change and come to God. You are in the valley of decision. What are you going to do? Are you going to clean up your lives? I'm not asking you if you want to join me. You can if you want to. But if you are in the church, you better make the church right because Judgment is going to begin at the so-called house of God. Wherever you are, you are going to have to clean it up. Whatever we are doing that we know is wrong, we must straighten it out. But if you don't it's on you. I hope and pray that I have made the message clear. Thank you fore reading these few words. As Salaam Alaikum. Will you PLEASE help DoomAlert save MORE lives? Please send donations to PayPal: http://paypal.me/doomalert Or go to http://www.paypal.com and send donations to email [email protected]
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