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#they speak to me so degradingly and abusively

sashi-ya · 2 years

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hi!!! this event is perfect for our baby Jushiro, right? so can you write a fic with Ukitake x fem reader, him being the king of hell. Any kinks you want to add it's alright! thank you <3 <3

Hello, hun! Of course! I love him so I hope you don't mind me being a little extra sweet with the smut scene :3 thank u for requesting for him, it makes me extremely happy!! 💖

⚠ 𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍! 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑼𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑨 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈

➡ Tw: nsfw. ⚠ mentions of SA when reader was alive! She killed his abuser! Reader lives in hell. Mentions of violence and death ⚠. sweet and merciful love making. fingering. vag. creampie. Slight spoilers you can only understand if you read the manga. ➡ wc: 2.6k ➡ Want more? visit the masterlist

There is a new king of Hell. He has arrived a few months ago, but until now none of you have seen his face.

Some say that he is so powerful he had to be sealed here, some say he was just the king of sins. But none of you are really sure about it. Surely, Hell didn’t prohibit gossiping, but you should be careful… the King of Hell can hear, and he will make sure to punish you hard if you speak of him.

At this point you are absolutely used to the scolding heat underneath your soles, and the heavy shackle around your ankle that announces your steps each time they hit the ground. You walk towards the central cave; your ragged clothes were the reminder that even if you had been rich as a human, you were nothing but a number here…

Every sinner gathers around the throne. It’s time to meet the new King. Who would it be? After everything that happened, after the gates of Hell have been opened in such weird circumstances, after even, feeling weak for a long day after his arrival… he was powerful, immensely strong…

“Scum of Hell, bow to receive your new King!” a hooded guard, with a spike and chains around it orders. Just as he said, you did. Your knees hit the ground, your palms too. Your hair, way longer than the way you used to wear it on the living world, frames your face and grazes the stones underneath.

A sudden pressure on your body is too strong to even recognize. You feel your ribs crushing, your back arching, your lungs out of breath. The steps of the King, that you aren’t able to look at because his spiritual pressure is so strong your head couldn’t be lifted, echo all around the place.

“Please, stand-up” a sweet voice commands. It doesn’t sound like the Devil, nor even a tyrant who has arrived to rule the worst place in all of the worlds. As soon as those words were pronounced, the major pressure disappeared and even if the shortness of breath remains, you are able to lift your head up.

Pale skin, long white hair that almost grazes the ground, olive-coloured eyes. He doesn’t look like someone who belonged to Hell, but rather like an angel. You gawk, you haven’t seen such a kind face in what if feels it’s been eternity.

His eyes scan the emaciated faces of his now servants, his frown shows pain to see them. Could he be a new breath for Hell?

“Please, you don’t have to stay much longer; you can go back to your… lives…” he says, as the guards help him to sit on his immense throne. He looks sick, perhaps. And your heart beats faster, and faster…

Everybody around you leave the place, but you can’t move. You have remained kneeling, looking at him, spellbound by the beauty and delicacy of his whole image.

It doesn’t take long until you are left there, alone, in the middle of the cave. You weren’t protected by the many sinners around you. His olive eyes find you on the ground, your ragged clothes barely covering your impurity.

He fixes his sight on yours, your lips barely separate, you can’t move. For some reason, you were pleading for mercy even if you didn’t know it yet… and that King knows it too well, as if he is able to read your mind.

“What’s your name?” he asks, curiously looking you from above, but never degradingly.

You take a little time to answer, you still feel weak… in Hell you don’t get much to eat, you should get it by yourself. “I’m (Name)…” you whisper, feeling the royal guards pulling you up from your arms.

“How dare you speak to the King?” they ask, slapping your already beaten-up face. “Stop!” the King of white hair orders, making the guards fly away with just the movement of his hand. They let go of you, falling back over your already bruised knees.

You dared to look at him, eyes that go from the hot stones to him. You watch him walk down the stairs of his throne. His hair flowing, the white kimono that covers his body, too. He comes closer, and closer. His hands extended in front of you. “Stand-up” he orders.

You can feel the soft touch of his cold palm, the bony fingers interlocking with yours, the little veins on the back of his hand. He helps you stand up; on your feet you face him. He is taller than you, but not so much. He radiates strength, but also weakness. What is him? He is more than a king; he is a deity for sure.

“What was your sin?” he asks, dragging his thumb over the commissure of your lip to wipe some blood stains off. You swallow, you can’t lie to him, he is probably proving your loyalty towards him…

Trembling lips and a tear running through your cheek, are the prelude to your confession… “I have killed the man who abused me. I have killed him, and I have made him suffer, I rejoiced in him begging for mercy… like he did when I pleaded for it to him”

The King of Hell’s eyes show what he isn’t supposed to… they reflect that so needed mercy. He takes his white long haori to cover your shoulders, it’s wide enough to give you some decency. “Please, come with me” he whispers, pulling softly from your hand.

As you both walk through an endless hall, royal guards bow before him. They look at you, but they don’t say anything. If the King is walking with her, then, they should respect that woman.

The biggest room you have ever seen, even in your living years, appears in front of you. Velvety drapes, the biggest bed in the middle of the room. It looks nothing like you are used to see in hell.

“Sit down” he mumbles, helping you sit on his bed. It is comfortable, and you haven’t sat on something so fluffy since you were alive. “Thank you, my King” you whisper, looking at your fidgeting hands.

A soft giggle escapes his lips, the sweetest smile plastered on his lips. “Call me Jushiro, please” he utters. You smile kindly too. It’s impossible not to feel well around him, there is no way this man is the new King of Hell.

“So, judging by your sin you shouldn’t be here… but, what about staying with me for as long as it takes me send you to the Soul Society?”

You widen your eyes, there is no way he has just said such thing. Frankly staying with him seems enough for you, but Soul Society? You are a sinner! Weren’t the chains of hell unbreakable? How can you return? In any case if there is someone able to do so is the King of Hell himself… and you have no time to lose…

You throw yourself to him, snaking your arms around his waist. Your face gets pressed against his tight belly. You can feel the way his breathing gets accelerated, and instead of pushing you away his kind hands caress the crown of your head.

“I WILL BE YOUR SERVANT, I WILL DO EVERYTHING YOU ASK ME FOR MY KING!” you scream, muffled by his clothes against your mouth. Your forehead, your cheeks, your nose buried into his body. There isn’t a crumb of lies in that statement, you are willing to do whatever he wants and for some reason you can’t let him go from your embrace.

His slender fingers brush back your long hair, softly pushing your head back slightly. “You don’t have to beg for mercy, you are ok now” he mumbles, looking straight into your eyes as he still pats your head.

“Thank you… Jushiro~” you mumble, closing your eyes to snuggle into his embrace a little longer. But, those who transcend to Hell are unleashed of inhibitions, and desires are always a little more notorious and unstoppable for sinners… you keep purring like a kitten against his body, once, twice. Like the snake who tempted Adam and Eve to bite the apple, you graze yourself more and more against his clothes.

You can feel the King of Hell itself slowly succumbing to his masculine desires, even if he looked like an angel… there was something dark inside of that man, something that clearly had sent him down here.

“What are you doing, (Name)-chan?” he stutters, at this point trying to hide his growing erection from you. But you don’t answer, and you simply keep nuzzling on his abs, smelling the clean scent of his perfume.

“You… you…. You need a bath” he stops you, making you pout. But he was right, how comes a filthy sinner like you touch a God like him?. “Follow me, please” he commands, walking back from you. He has difficulty breathing, Jushiro can’t process your sudden approach.

His bathroom consists of a single cooper tub surrounded by many little bottles. You have no idea what them are, you don’t care either. “Here, I will fill it for you. Please take your time” he says, walking away, trying not to take a look at you… he is avoiding your stare because he is sure of falling into your tempting trap.

But, you won’t let him go. Of course, you won’t. You stop him, grabbing his wrist with a strong grip. “Please, don’t leave me” you plead, because even if you want him to touch you, you are surely scared of being alone.

“It’s ok… I will help you” he sighs, turning towards you slowly. Trying not to see your nudity would be stupid, your torn clothes weren’t covering a lot either way.

Jushiro takes a deep breath of air while he carefully undresses you, the rags fall to the ground showing him the many marks covering your body. “What happened to you…” he whispers, in pain. But you don’t care how many times you’ve been hit and hurt down here, you only care about his soft graze.

For a second, Jushiro gets lost in the beauty of your body. His emerald eyes travel from your collarbones, down the mountains of your breasts, to the valley of your inner thighs. He bites his pale lips to stop himself from going any further, despite you subtly dancing for him.

“Come on, it’s not really hot” he mumbles, pointing at the tub. Tub in which your beautiful legs hop. It’s true, the water is not really warm but pleasantly lukewarm. However, your body feels as hot as Hell itself. Yours, and his.

He uses a little container on the side to sprinkle water over your body. The fine drip of it serpents from your neck to your nipples, making them hard and noticeable. You squirm and let a little whine slip from your lips… Reddish lips so tempting for the white-haired man right next to you.

Jushiro swallows and dares to touch your skin to clean the dried blood of your body, your skin gets all bumpy by the simple graze of his palm. The more he goes down, the more you can’t help but spread your legs just enough for him.

“I don’t think I sho-“ he wants to convince himself he should stop… but why? After all he is the King, and you are a simple servant of him. “Please…” you moan, with pleading eyes and your lips getting closer to his. Your hands grip to the side of the bath as he violently attacks your mouth. Jushiro has fallen into the trap, and he won’t be able to come back now…

A kiss so deep and lustful you haven’t ever experienced; you whine in between the intrusion of his tongue and his fingers in your sex.

“Ah…Jushiro~” you scream, as his fingering motions go faster and harder in and out of you, with water splashing everywhere. “Weren’t you willing to do whatever I wanted, hum?” he asks, with a totally different tone. He is now more perverse, sinful, lustful, worthy of his throne.

You nod repeatedly, melting as your climax is getting closer. “I’m – coming…” you exclaim, burying your nails into his shoulder. “You are? But I wanna fuck you harder before you come…” he whispers, taking his fingers off your sex.

Jushiro stands up, lending his hand to you. Lightheaded, you get out of the tub and even if you thought you would be walking up to his bed, Jushiro attacks once again your mouth. Your wetness drips on the floor, your hair completely damped, your body too. His white clothes begin to stick to his body, the patches showing a lean body underneath. A body you wanna see completely naked for you, a body you discover as passionate kisses take place while you undress him.

Jushiro’s pale skin is as tempting as freedom, your lips graze the cold feeling of his flesh. Butterfly kisses and also nibbling, leaving red marks all over. He tastes as sweet as candy; his scent is as soft as flowers.

His hands surround your thighs, pulling you up. Coughing a little, he is able to lift you up. Your legs surround his hips, your arms his neck. His hardness looking for your entrance, your fingers tangled with his beautiful long hair.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, but I want it” he says, sounding as guilty as sure. “If you wanna punish me for this, do it… but first, fuck me, fuck me hard” you plead, joining your lips with his and letting your hips low down so he can penetrate you.

Jushiro grunts, the pleasure of your walls being stretched by his intrusive shaft makes his eyes go blank. Your toes curl, your nails carve into his back muscles, it feels so good, it makes you so dizzy.

Humping up and down, as both breathes each other’s moans, whines, and whimpers. You are close, already so close. And probably Jushiro is too. He barely manages to walk towards his bed as he keeps going in and out of you. Both fall over the mattress, him topping you, him making your right leg go up so he can fit better inside you. Deeper, he wants to go deeper on you.

Thrusts with organic motions, his hips go in, up, down, and out. Pushing up, sometimes slower, sometimes violently. His white strands of hair framing his face, falling on each side of yours. He pants, sometimes coughs. The ferrous taste on his mouth is nothing compared to the ambrosial flavour of your lips.

Jushiro takes his time to enjoy your clenching walls around his shaft, he is delighted by the whimpering creature underneath his frame. You are finishing, and he is too.

“I’m gonna cum, Jushi-ro” you moan. “Cum for me, beautiful sinner” he whispers in your ear, as the last thrust go even deeper than before, giving you the final blow. You tremble and arch your back as you hit climax, biting his lower lip, tinting yours in drops of blood.

He grimaces, it hurts, but it’s ok, he likes it too. Motivated by your orgasm he reaches his own, his soft grunts sound like a beautiful music to your ears. You can feel him filling you up, he doesn’t even try to pull out, he couldn’t do it even if we wanted to.

You rest over his pale chest, curling his hair in between your fingers, kissing his skin. He does the same, he is tired, but he is proud of ,despite his poor health, being able to make love to you as much as he liked…

“My King… I wanna stay here after all… can I?” “Are you sure you don’t wanna get sent to Soul Society? You belong there” “I wanna stay here with you, for eternity…”

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cosmicangel888 · 1 year

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The Healing is Obvious ~ 5D prayers

In the elegance of anew

The swan, the elegance, and trying, trying, offering, and becoming,

I release what is not my own to carry, and though years of doing all possible to bring awareness and healing to what is obvious in the faces to many, and yet within our disconnectedness of society, the covert skill of the best narcists, the cults, the covens, that watch as people are abused, and sit degradingly watch, and do nothing;

There was so much highest level of healing, and help offered, and none of it mattered; the highest of heavens, guides, angelics, and earth angels were offered as a gift; and it simply mattered not to the broken, and greedy.

The Heavens weep, at the deplorable energy and treatment of one another, that when you first sense the need to heal, go and heal; seek, do what you can to reach out and heal.

When a woman states her story; listen, hear it, and believe it. When a child tells their story believe them; and do not surrender to the story of those that simply lie, deceive, and manipulate their way around systems, and society -

With so many in the world suffering, the real world issues, the pettiness and selfish, greed, corruption took over what was so easily and simply shifted, changed, and healed; but became a sick dark game of death wishing, harassment, defamation, discrimination, and racism; taking wounding within way to far and now bruising entire communities, and stories that all have to live with their place within their choices and the harm done;

Not only the unconditional business offering, taken, raped me of my sacred work, many knew and did nothing; made and piled money off of my work, my credit, giving me nothing - the true meaning of slavery - and when I speak out, when I have the strength to stand up, after such years of abuse, torment, there is even more punishment - laughing, bullying and yet what they bully they steal and take the money;

Hundreds of emails to lawyers, the public, the false clients, the groups, the community - this is the story you all have to be proud of and what ever more bring sadness from the heavens on how all have been so disconnected from love, their own hearts, to treat, and watch innocent and loving people be treated the way I have, and many others have -

When you conjure demons, devils, entities, attached to humans that need healing and why the dangers of cults, imbalanced, and mental illness, the misunderstanding, not knowing of energy, Source, God, the devious ways in which are bred from dogmatic conditioning, not holding people accountable in early stages of illness, mental imbalances and healing; and those not hearing, listening, nor caring about what is happening right under the noses of all -

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Choose to look at such deplorable human treatment -

And why, what the heavens, your guides, higher selves gave so much time, for many of those that did the most are gifted and meant to help, offer humanity their levelling up, self loving change, and God, Source, the MotherFather giving chances to do right, what choices will build your character and next timelines, what karma will be cleared for your next timeline, and how will all and each involved step up to be more, to love more, and to do what is humane and honourable - it seemed money, ego, title, and stealing what was never theirs won out over their own souls, love, and care for a gentle human that barely made it through this ascension -

God, Source, the Heavens, the Federations are so very sad;

All have infinite opportunities to make right on such degrading darkness and hell -

Made a divine being feel so used, abused, and laughed at;

There will only and always be love.

All are meant to live as one; practice what you do, but do not interfere. Can you accept another fully and completely? When you feel a trigger, will you heal? Treating children as sex toys, abusing energy, and taking the life force, and enslaving anyone; are deep soul wounds; targeting, dehumanizing - what world will you see as your divine world?

There is no time greater than now - wake up - LIFE IS SACRED; are you treating yourself and others as sacred? All life, children deserve the safety, love, attention, protection; societies of enslavement - misogyny will lead to war, and ultimately enslavement of the soul, remaining in 3D;

I will ascend and I choose evolution and liberation.

There is only love.

I pray for all in the honour of all life - love is.

Sadness. disgrace, and more sadness; whether any see, know it or not, we are all family, One; humanity soften and awaken

Sadness.

Nothing more to say

Joanna

I pray for all

Please forgive us all God, Source, the Heavens and devoted federations; - I pray for all -

When will we wake up.

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itsyourchoicedevotionals · 2 years

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No Regrets

“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you.” Exodus 20:12NIV

With the continuous onslaught on the family by satan, he has accomplished massive inroads in the area of elder care. A Facebook post caught my heart, probably because I’ve been watching and feeling the brunt of this disrespectfulness lately.

A letter written supposedly by a nursing home patient— The gist of this letter was the overbearing loneliness this patient felt. Trying to keep herself busy, she recalled all the busyness of former years caring for the children, then grandchildren and finally the great-grandchildren. Now those ‘well’ cared for children might show up once a month. Grandchildren rarely, if ever, visited. Great-grandchildren never put in even a token visit.

Times sure have changed. My grandma owned the house I grew up in. She never stayed in a nursing home. All my cousins knew me, the baby of the baby child, as I knew them, because they visited grandma often.

When we went to visit Uncle Charlie, we’d find his mother-in-law lived with them. She cared for their children, while my aunt and uncle did the farm chores. Life was taking care of the previous generation, because they took care of you and your children. For us: My parents lived with Lou and I until their deaths. We had five generations living in our house simultaneously. It was wonderful.

My elderly cousin, a godly lady, is facing being forced into a nursing home. Currently, she’s unable to care for —all— her needs. Her biggest is to have some clean-up work done where a tree branch came down on her roof plus some raking in the backyard. With nearly twenty grandchildren and seventy plus adult great-grandchildren, aside from one nearby daughter’s bi-weekly visits, we were her first visitors in five months. ‘Everyone is busy.’ she told us. She’d ‘hate to ask’ one of them to come rake for an hour. Should this be so?

People have completely gotten away from living life according to the Ten Commandments, especially the one Commandment with a promise— our text scripture. The new standard of living: ‘if it doesn’t make you feel good, don’t bother doing it.’ Had I lived according to that premise, my life would’ve been wealthier, quieter, more carefree, unhappier and more selfish. Instead I have no regrets, nor do I feel any guilt.

An area which is very touchy with some people is helping their parents with finances. They cite Proverbs 13:22. Jesus made it quite clear, Pharisees were in the wrong teaching — “But you say, ‘If anyone tells his father or his mother, “What you would have gained from me is given to God …you have made void the word of God.’” Matthew 15:5-6ESV.

“Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress…” James 1:27NLT. I know a widow, who after years of abuse, is emotionally handicap. Her adult children speak degradingly to her and laugh about her homelessness. In the least, they can’t see the seeds they are sowing for their future, see Galatians 6:7.

Lou and I visited Quebec recently to care for his ailing mother. It brought joy to my heart to watch her health return as I cared for her. Before we left, she was capable of living on her own again.

Giving and honoring is truly a life of no regrets. This also shows the genuineness of your Christian love. Can you give in this manner? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Father God thank You for raising me up in the era of having no regrets about caring for their parents. Help this generation to see, it has no effects on salvation, but sways 100% the quality of future life, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

#Jesus Christ #lord of lords #Word of God #Holy Spirit #God #it's your choice #devotional #no regrets #honor #father #mother #care #touchy #helping #love #hope #faith

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ruminativerabbi · 6 years

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Books and Mirrors: As A New Year Dawns

The month of Elul, the last month of the Jewish year, is well known as the traditional time for reviewing the year, reflecting on our behavior and general comportment, owning up to our shortcomings, and finding the resolve to face the season of judgment, if not quite with eager anticipation, than at least with equanimity born the conviction that we can and will do better in the coming year. You often hear the Hebrew phrase ḥeshbon ha-nefesh, literally “an accounting of the soul” in this regard—and those words really do capture the concept pithily and well: thinking of our lives as ledger-books in which our instances of moral courage and ethical inadequacy stand in for the accountant’s credits and debits works for me and will probably suit most. There is even a book with that title—Sefer Ḥeshbon Ha-nefesh by Rabbi Menaḥem Mendel Lefin, written in 1808 and the only rabbinic work known to have been directly influenced by the Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin—which I wrote about to you all a few years ago just before Pesach. (To review what I had to say there, click here.)

How exactly to go about this is a different question, however. I suppose some people really can just sit down and review the year week by week, noting where they personally feel themselves to have come up short and resolving to respond in a way more in keeping with the moral code they claim to espouse when facing analogous situations in the future. For most of us, though, that process—although theoretically possible—is not that practical an approach to the larger enterprise: who can remember the days of our lives with clear-eyed enough exactitude to analyze deeds from months ago with the certainty that we are remembering things precisely correctly? Fortunately, there are other ways to see ourselves clearly and for many, myself included, the simplest answer is to use a mirror. Not a real one, of course, in which you can only see the reflection of your outermost appearance. But there are other kinds of mirrors available to us, some of which have the ability to reflect the inner self and which can serve, therefore, more like windows into the soul than the kind of mirror you look into each morning when you brush your teeth and see yourself looking back with a toothbrush in your mouth.

For me personally and for many years now, that mirror has always been a book I’ve chosen to read or re-read during Elul in the hope that it will allow me to see myself reflected either in its plot, in the way some specific one of its characters is depicted, or in the world it describes. Over the years, I’ve chosen well and less well. But when I do somehow manage to choose the right book for Elul, that choice makes all the difference by allowing me to see myself in the depiction of another far more clearly than I think I ever could have managed on my own.

This year I read Marcos Aguinis’ novel, Against the Inquisition. Although the author is apparently very well-known in his native Argentina and throughout the Spanish-speaking world, I hadn’t ever heard of him until just this last July when Dara Horn published a review of the new English-language translation by Carolina de Robertis of his most successful book, called La Gesta del Marrano in Spanish, in Moment magazine. The review was stellar (to read it for yourself, click here) and left me intrigued enough to buy a copy with the intention of it being my Elul book for this year. It wasn’t a big investment, so I wasn’t risking much. (Used paperback copies and the e-book version are both available online for less than $5 each.) But it turned out to be exactly the right choice: I just finished it earlier this week and found myself truly astounded both by the author’s literary skill and, even more so, by what the book has to say about the nature of Jewishness itself.

Seeing myself in the protagonist, Francisco Maldonado da Silva—a real historical figure who lived from1592 to 1639—was simple enough. Imagining myself reaching the level of piety, self-awareness, courage, and moral decency he exemplified in his life and, even more so, in his death—that was the mirror into which I found myself peering as I read Aguinis’s book. I don’t have to be him, obviously. But I do have to be me. And so the question is not whether I could learn Spanish and move to the seventeenth century, but whether I have it in me to be me in the same sense that the book’s protagonist was himself. If the concept sounds obscure when I formulate it that way, read the book and you’ll see what I mean: I can hardly remember feeling more personally challenged by a novel, and more eager to accept the protagonist as a moral role model. Against the Inquisition is a historical novel, of course, not a non-fiction work of “regular” history. But it tells a true story…and the opportunity to read the story, to take it to heart, to be moved incredibly by its detail, and to feel transformed by the experience of communing with a great Jewish thinker through the medium of his art—that is the gift Against the Inquisition offers to its readers.

The plot, fully rooted in the real Francisco Maldonado da Silva’s life story, is beyond moving. The details of Jewish life in Latin America in the late 1500s and the early 1600s will be obscure to most readers in North America today. But the short version is that all of South America except Brazil was part of the Spanish Empire back then. And the Catholic authorities (whose power over the region’s secular rulers was almost absolute) were dedicated not merely to making the practice of Judaism illegal, but to ferreting out even the vaguest traces of Jewish practice of belief that might still be lingering among the so-called “New” Christians, the descendants of those Jews who chose conversion to Catholic Christianity over flight when the Jews were exiled from Spain and Portugal, but at least some of whom retained a deeply engrained sense of their own Jewishness intact enough to pass along to their children and their children’s children as well.

Da Silva’s life story as retold in the book is remarkable in almost every way. His father, a physician harboring a deep, if secret and entirely illicit, devotion to his own Jewishness is eventually discovered and punished so cruelly and so degradingly that it beggars the imagination to consider that his torture—which is certainly not too strong a word to describe his treatment—was undertaken by men who considered themselves not only deeply religious but truly virtuous. But the meat of the novel is the story of how exactly the physician’s son Francisco, who also becomes well-known and highly respected doctor, is made aware of his Jewishness and then finds it in him not to dissemble so as not to be caught, but, at least eventually, to embrace his Jewishness and his Judaism openly and fearlessly. That kind of behavior was not tolerated in Spanish America, and the consequences for Francisco are, at least in some ways, even worse than the physical abuse and public humiliation to which his father was subjected.

The last chapters particularly are seared into my memory. You know what’s coming. You know that there’s no other way for the book to end. You understand that the protagonist, Francisco himself, sees that as clearly as you do. And yet you continue to hope that you’re wrong, that some deus ex machina will descend from the sky and make things right. You know you’re being crazy by hoping for such a thing—and, if you are me, you already know that the auto-da-fé of January 23, 1639, in Lima, Peru, was perhaps the largest mass execution of Jews ever undertaken by the Catholic church, a nightmarish travesty of justice undertaken in the name of religion in which more than eighty “New” Christians were burnt alive at the stake for the crime of having retained some faint vestige of their families’ Jewishness—but you continue to delude yourself into thinking that perhaps the author will take advantage of his novelist’s prerogative to just make up some other ending. That Francisco is depicted as having the means of escaping his prison cell but instead uses his freedom to visit other prisoners and encourage them to embrace their Jewishness and to accept their fate with pride and courage—that detail alone makes this novel a worthy Elul read.

My readers all know who my personal heroes are. Janusz Korczak, who chose to die at Treblinka rather than to abandon the orphans entrusted to his care. Dietrich Bonhoeffer, who returned to wartime Germany to preach against Nazism and eventually to play a role in the plot to assassinate Hitler, for which effort he paid with his life. And now I add Francisco Maldonado da Silva, who chose to die with dignity and pride as a Jew rather than to run off and spend his life masquerading as something he was not and had no wish to be. Could I be like that? Could I live up to my own values in the way these men did? Could I be me the way they were them? I ask these questions not because I wish to answer them in public, but merely to show that they can be asked. They can also be answered, of course. And that is what Elul is for: to challenge us to peer into whatever mirror we choose…and ask if the man or woman we could be is looking back, or just the woman or man we ended up as. That is the searing, anxiety-provoking question the holidays about to dawn lay at our feet. If you’re looking for the courage to formulate your own answer, read Against the Inquisition and I’m guessing you’ll be as inspired to undertake the ḥeshbon ha-nefesh necessary to answer honestly as I was.

#Marcos Aguinis #Francisco Maldonado da Silva #Inquisition

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She Who Sees the Unknown: Morehshin Allahyari’s Exhibit in the MSU Broad Contemporary Art Museum’s Never Spoken Again: Rogue Stories of Science and Collections (Jan. 25-Aug. 23, 2020)

Morehshin Allahyari (born in Iran, 1985) is a female activist and an artist best known for her use of 3D printing and videography that recreates Middle Eastern icons to fit modern issues (Independent Curators International).

The first installment of her exhibition at the MSU Broad Museum, She Who Sees the Unknown, is a 3D figure of the jinn known as Huma. She is known in many Middle Eastern tales as the entity that heats the earth and the human body. Huma is typically portrayed in a powerful stance, with her legs outstretched and her three heads gazing at the world around her. Allahyari states in the video that Huma’s two identical heads facing the right and left are “leveled within an infinite horizon to see the disaster above her” (Morehshin), referencing the corruption of the earth; she says that the third head rests above the other two and faces forward, “looking into the future”, which represents the hope that many have about future world changes. She says that she has reinvented Huma’s story to fit the modern issues of polarized beliefs about climate change.

The second installment of She Who Sees the Unknown consists of two 3D figures of the Ya’jooj and the Ma’jooj. The people of Ya’jooj and Ma’jooj are known in the Qur'an as mischievous and inhuman. A strong wall is built to separate the Ya’jooj and Ma’jooj from the humans, but prophecy says that the threat of the Ya’jooj and Ma’jooj and that the wall will crumble, ending an era of normal life. Allahyari based these sculptures off of an illustration entitled (translated from Arabic) Marvels of Creatures and Strange Things Existing by Zakariya al-Qazwini (600 AH/1203 AD) (image after the Ya’jooj and Ma’jooj above). The original illustration referred to the creatures as “monstrous female figures”, but Allahyari appropriated them as Ya’jooj Ma’jooj. I believe that this specific work is important because she not only uses the threatening-female image to her advantage (like in her other works): she opens the story of judgement and isolation to other “misfits”. She designed the figures in a way that, contradictory to the original illustration, show different facial features/characteristics that could be classified as male or female, or of different races.This not only speaks to her activism for women’s rights: it speaks to her activism for rights of all people, no matter the race or the social group.

The third installment of She Who Sees the Unknown is a figure called Aisha Qandisha. Aisha Qandisha is known in Islamic context as “the ‘opener’ and the jinn of rivers’. Allahyari explains that Aisha possesses men not by taking over their whole body, but by creating a crack in the body that reveals their inner self, allowing her and other demons to enter. If the man does not listen to her commands, he will suffer in delirium and madness. Allahyari states that in the corresponding video, she uses Aisha’s power and possession to “revisit a personal love story addressing experiences such as toxic masculinity and emotional abuse which is often a collective experience for many women and femmes”. She says that the video especially focuses on the experiences of women of color, whose anger is often seen in a negative light, “and their tears are often invisible in the dominance of white women’s tears and fragility”. The text within the video, starting off with a statement that says “then and now, she and she became one, overlapped”, further dives into the conjoining of two types of women (the two heads) and the inner power that they have to control their male captives. To me, I believe that the text and this piece are meant to be a statement that unites women of all colors in overcoming the different struggles that they face in their culture.

The fourth and final installment of She Who Sees the Unknown is a figure entitled The Laughing Snake. Middle Eastern myths depict a monster who has taken over a city by violence and murder. An old man discovers that the only way to defeat the snake is to put a mirror in front of her. After doing so, the snake laughs at her own reflection for days until she dies. Many original illustrations, such as the one above, depict the snake more as a vulnerable temptress, despite the bloodshed and violence portrayed in the story; as with all of her works, Allahyari reimagines the uncertainty of the female to her advantage.

“In my re-telling of this story, I use the concepts of The Laughing Snake and the mirror to reflect on a series of personal and imagined stories in relationship to hysteria, delirium, sexual abuse, impositions of morality, and the experience of living in a female body in the Middle East. I want to reconsider the snake’s laughter as a position of power; with her self-destruction as an act of ultimate agency over her own body and image”.

To me, this work is very powerful because, unlike the original illustrations, we can actually see the snake’s pain and self-destruction. Middle Eastern culture is very different from American culture in the way that women are treated and portrayed. While America is still flawed and women still face challenges with sexual abuse and mistreatment, women in the Middle East are expected to physically cover themselves up and respect men at all costs (even if they are abused). As suggested by all of the original illustrations that Allahyari based these installments off of, women have been degradingly portrayed as these perfect outcasted monsters, “perfect” meaning that their outer beauty is all that matters and the inward harm done to them is non-existent (“outcasted” and “monster” meaning exactly what they should mean). Through this work, specifically, Allahyari exposes the real pain and suffering that women in the Middle East face everyday, revealing the broken and power-seeking woman underneath a beautiful physical appearance.

This culmination of works truly lives up to its title. These installments are all about current world issues and the hidden pain that many women and other people of minorities face in different cultures around the world (not just in the Middle East). The historical context of these works help to create an overall image of a rising and conquering era for women that face mistreatment and traditional expectations. While I believe that true peace and equality will only be obtained by an equal understanding on both sides of a fight, I have not experienced the same kind of struggles that other women have; I admire the empowering message behind this collection.

Works Cited

“Collaborators.” Morehshin Allahyari - Collaborators - Independent Curators International, curatorsintl.org/collaborators/morehshin-allahyari.

Allahyari, Morehshin. “She Who Sees The Unknown by Morehshin Allahyari.” She Who Sees The Unknown, shewhoseestheunknown.com/.

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What hereditary. This gist will not stop me!!! @theviewabc who is trying to stop me by the power of @realdonaldtrump #metoo #timesup #Bernie2020 #theview #uspolitics #usconstitution #uscongress #unitednations #usmarines #usarmy #worldpeace Now on the news, a segment about a 911 swipe app. Big freaking deal. It aint worth a damn when criminal black america has female law authority and crooked women in 911 call center willing to help the criminals where caught in the news a while back in a saint louis news segment. Thats why we teach the kids mostly the girls, that you ask to be patched into the dispatch on phone, disclose no info to call center. With such influence on the public, people like mr #T.I. think to put to reply to #ravensymone that there acts can be redeemed by criminal beings. Thinks an abusing woman criminal will seize his redemption. I feel there should a registry for women known to show traits of abnormal submissiveness and or dim witted to be forced and manipulated to sell her own child or allow child to be sexually abused. If women can come from many year and point the finger from so long ago, to have an affect still. Men and people should be able to recap of a womans past in discretion by the most hazardous and useful tools for sexuality, the female. Terror. The professionals try to say that terror is an upper level from crime. Well let me tell you. Violating the law of relations is the crime to a great terror. A bully in the mists of the relations of the sexes is tje pathways to the great terror. Sort of like government brainwashing and assisting citizens into pornstars secretly to exercise the entrepreneurial spirit to degradingly introvert the symbolics of having a businessman as #uspresident to radiated "influence". Note the influence of the criminal black america holds such on females. If they wanted they can make most woman not desire motherhood or lack at it and mind. But speaking of my President #realdonaldtrump but hows that first daughter, princess #tiffanytrump All Hail Thee relic T! As a tribute to the business influence upon the trump radiation. We will issue the merchant licence with the state id process. Even state ID card renewal. You undergo seminars on up to date, modern-day uses of the merchant licences, to celebrate self made enterprise. I was looking at a news segment of assassinations Now this memorial day upsetting move of my President was claimed doing. How bout he makes up for it by taking all prisoners, then trade prisoners with soldier over at war right now. Give prisoners option to go or add time to serve to get them more of a reason to leave, cause their not coming back. So now their owned by military, or be let go in a war torn country as an honorable debt to slave history of America. Do it now!! Ill stop the lava flow. You ask how do i do that. Like this in 1.2.3. Stop.... Stop. Now stop the lava!! Never you mind how. You do it, and ill stop the nonstop lava flow. Now theres redemption for you!!!

#jadapinkettsmith

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82 is my number too

#realdonaldtrump #metoo #timesup #Bernie2020 #theviewabc #uspolitics #usconstitution #uscongress #unitednations #usmarines #usarmy #worldpeace Now on the news, a segment about a 911 swipe app. Big freaking deal. It aint worth a damn when criminal black america has female law authority and crooked women in 911 call center willing to help the criminals where caught in the news a while back in a saint louis news segment. Thats why we teach the kids mostly the girls, that you ask to be patched into the dispatch on phone, disclose no info to call center. With such influence on the public, people like mr #T.I. think to put to reply to #ravensymone that there acts can be redeemed by criminal beings. Thinks an abusing woman criminal will seize his redemption. I feel there should a registry for women known to show traits of abnormal submissiveness and or dim witted to be forced and manipulated to sell her own child or allow child to be sexually abused. If women can come from many year and point the finger from so long ago, to have an affect still. Men and people should be able to recap of a womans past in discretion by the most hazardous and useful tools for sexuality, the female. Terror. The professionals try to say that terror is an upper level from crime. Well let me tell you. Violating the law of relations is the crime to a great terror. A bully in the mists of the relations of the sexes is tje pathways to the great terror. Sort of like government brainwashing and assisting citizens into pornstars secretly to exercise the entrepreneurial spirit to degradingly introvert the symbolics of having a businessman as #uspresident to radiated "influence". Note the influence of the criminal black america holds such on females. If they wanted they can make most woman not desire motherhood or lack at it and mind. But speaking of my President #realdonaldtrump but hows that first daughter, princess #tiffanytrump All Hail Thee relic T! As a tribute to the business influence upon the trump radiation. We will issue the merchant licence with the state id process. Even state ID card renewal. You undergo seminars on up to date, modern-day uses of the merchant licences, to celebrate self made enterprise. I was looking at a news segment of assassinations Now this memorial day upsetting move of my President was claimed doing. How bout he makes up for it by taking all prisoners, then trade prisoners with soldier over at war right now. Give prisoners option to go or add time to serve to get them more of a reason to leave, cause their not coming back. So now their owned by military, or be let go in a war torn country as an honorable debt to slave history of America. Do it now!! Ill stop the lava flow. You ask how do i do that. Like this in 1.2.3. Stop.... Stop. Now stop the lava!! Never you mind how. You do it, and ill stop the nonstop lava flow. Now theres redemption for you!!!

#82ndAirborn

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THEE call to order by the first proclaimed American evil Prince!!!

#USAF

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The armed force to make it right, cause its right!!!!

#marines

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Stronger boundaries of the relations of the sexes, capitalism wouldnt be much to bare!

#Capitalism

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Sault after princesses heart at the office today...

#realdonaldtrump #metoo #timesup #Bernie2020 #theview #uspolitics #usconstitution #uscongress #unitednations #usmarines #usarmy #worldpeace Now on the news, a segment about a 911 swipe app. Big freaking deal. It aint worth a damn when criminal black america has female law authority and crooked women in 911 call center willing to help the criminals where caught in the news a while back in a saint louis news segment. Thats why we teach the kids mostly the girls, that you ask to be patched into the dispatch on phone, disclose no info to call center. With such influence on the public, people like mr #T.I. think to put to reply to #ravensymone that there acts can be redeemed by criminal beings. Thinks an abusing woman criminal will seize his redemption. I feel there should a registry for women known to show traits of abnormal submissiveness and or dim witted to be forced and manipulated to sell her own child or allow child to be sexually abused. If women can come from many year and point the finger from so long ago, to have an affect still. Men and people should be able to recap of a womans past in discretion by the most hazardous and useful tools for sexuality, the female. Terror. The professionals try to say that terror is an upper level from crime. Well let me tell you. Violating the law of relations is the crime to a great terror. A bully in the mists of the relations of the sexes is tje pathways to the great terror. Sort of like government brainwashing and assisting citizens into pornstars secretly to exercise the entrepreneurial spirit to degradingly introvert the symbolics of having a businessman as #uspresident to radiated "influence". Note the influence of the criminal black america holds such on females. If they wanted they can make most woman not desire motherhood or lack at it and mind. But speaking of my President #realdonaldtrump but hows that first daughter, princess #tiffanytrump All Hail Thee relic T! As a tribute to the business influence upon the trump radiation. We will issue the merchant licence with the state id process. Even state ID card renewal. You undergo seminars on up to date, modern-day uses of the merchant licences, to celebrate self made enterprise. I was looking at a news segment of assassinations Now this memorial day upsetting move of my President was claimed doing. How bout he makes up for it by taking all prisoners, then trade prisoners with soldier over at war right now. Give prisoners option to go or add time to serve to get them more of a reason to leave, cause their not coming back. So now their owned by military, or be let go in a war torn country as an honorable debt to slave history of America. Do it now!! Ill stop the lava flow. You ask how do i do that. Like this in 1.2.3. Stop.... Stop. Now stop the lava!! Never you mind how. You do it, and ill stop the nonstop lava flow. Now theres redemption for you!!!

#Tiffany Trump

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Showings of GOD's wicked children planet!!!

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