#anti-Christ

[republikkkanorcs]

#republican assholes #maga morons #anti-Christ #traitor trump #crooked donald #never trump #resist #political humor #trump humor

[fanofspooky]

Antichrist

2009 • Not Rated • 1h48m

A grieving couple retreat to their cabin in the woods, hoping to repair their broken hearts and troubled marriage, but nature takes its course and things go from bad to worse.

#horror #horror movies #horror movie #movie #movies #poster #posters #movie posters #movie poster #horror movie posters #horror movie poster #anti-christ #antichrist #antichrist 2009 #2000s horror #2000s horror movies #2000s horror movie #00s horror #00s horror movies #00s horror movie #willem dafoe #charlotte gainsbourg

[noxnightingales]

what if the anti-christ ended up in crowley and aziraphale's hands

Crowley put the basket containing the anti-christ in the back of his Bentley, but then gets caught up listening to Queen and ending up overthinking the end of the world. The baby remained calm and asleep, and Crowley ended up forgetting the baby was even in the back of his Bentely.

Going to the red phone box to call Aziraphale on the telephone, they briefly chat and then hang up after deciding to meet up at the bookshop. Relieved to be someplace he felt safe, the demon walked through the front door, and sat down.

"What's wrong Crowley, you look a bit, uh, spooked?" That seemed to be the right word for the look on his face. Crowley just contorted it and picked up a newspaper.

It is then that the baby woke up and began to cry out of hunger and soiling his diaper.

"Shh..do you hear crying, Crowley?" Aziraphale asks.

"Crying? Nope." The demon turned the page of paper and put his feet up on the table.

The baby's cries were getting louder and the closer Aziraphale got to the front doors, the louder the cries became. He decided to go outside and look around. Curiosity getting the better of Crowley, He got up and followed. Walking up to the Bentley, Aziraphale could see a basket and hear that the sound was definitley coming from here.

"For heaven's sake, unlock this thing!" Aziraphale cried.

Crowley frowned and snapped his fingers. Aziraphale reached in and grabbed the entire basket and took it. Once they were in the bookshop, the demon realized his mistake.

Aziraphale grabbed the baby and cleaned him up with a small miracle. He then held him close, and looked at Crowley with scolding eyes.

"Is this the A-N-T-I you know?" the angel asked.

Crowley nodded and folded his arms.

"Well, I guess we are fathers for the time being." the angel then cooed at the baby and Crowley threw his hands up in the air.

"What, this is your fault! How could you just forget to deliver this baby?" Aziraphale compained.

"I, uh, got caught up in the idea of the world as we know it, ending. Besides, the baby didn't make a sound. Well, until now." The demon shrugged.

"You know we could just drop it off on someone's doorstep and…" Crowley recomended.

"Or, we could raise it to be good and avert the end of the world. No one would have to know we had him."Aziraphale smiled, thinking he was clever.

"You think that kid wouldn't be a magnet for spies, angel. Hell is gonna want to know where that thing is!" Crowley pointed at the baby and looked at him menacingly.

"Crowley, this is a baby, not capable of anything! In fact we need to get supplies to take care of him, come on, let's go to the shops." Aziraphale was cooing at the anti-christ again, and Crowley walked behind thinking how this whole thing was surreal.

for those who wish to read more, like Crowley gagging when Aziraphale is showing him how to change a diaper, Crowley wanting to leave the baby on someone's doorstep when it spits up on seat of the Bentley.

#crowley #aziraphale #good omens #anti-christ #baby #mistake #ineffable idiots #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfiction #archive of our own #domestic #the anti-christ

[lesser-mook]

Kiss The Ring, Bitch.

#dune part two #paul atreides #muaddib #voice from the outer world #anti-christ

[cartoonsun]

the anti-christ calls home

#my art #anti-christ #666 #demon #religious trauma #my themes. #lucifer #satan #comic

[dramoor]

#Christian #Peter Kreeft #abortion #parody #Eucharist #This is my body #anti-Christ

[thekinkyleopard]

Meet Me in VIP

An Alistar x Reader Fic (1st person POV)

Gender Neutral Reader

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Mind Control, Manipulation, Degradation, Smut

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Author’s Notes: Here we are…you and me…in the dimly lit atmosphere of our safe space…I know what you’ve come here for. Yeah..I got the goods…(I tried my best to write this from a non gender specific POV, so hopefully everyone can enjoy <3 ) @aller-geez did the cover art 🥵

Description: You, the reader, have seen a certain, intriguing man enter the establishment and sit VIP, night after night. Every so often, he makes eye contact with you..why? Better yet, why do you feel so compelled to go over there? Something about those daunting red eyes…they drew you in.

There he is again…it’s been two weeks, the man with red hair and red eyes was back. There was something ominous about him…something I just couldn’t place. Every now and then, I’d catch him staring at me, but almost like…he was waiting for me to notice him. Like, it wasn’t efficient enough if I didn’t make contact, but it was so hard, how could I? I was but a nobody bartender, here to do my job and go back home afterwards. Tonight was different though, he was staring right at me, I could feel his gaze burning holes into the sides of my head. Surely every time I looked up, there he was. Staring at me. Our eyes made direct contact and the breath in my throat caught, chills ran down my spine. He was perceiving me. Shaking my head I looked back over to the end of the bar where a new customer slid up to the counter, tapping the wood for my attention. I hate when they do that.

Swallowing the sigh I desperately wished to release, I carried myself over to the middle aged man. “Hey, yeah can I uh…” he squinted over at the taps. “Gimme the Coors on tap,” basically acting like I wasn’t a real person in front of him, as he turned to his buddy yapping on about some incomprehensible redneck nonsense. I was just here to do my job. Grabbing a fresh cold mug, and pulling it up to the proper tap. I hated pouring tap because some people were so picky about their pour, I’m just praying this guy isn’t a foam lover. Making sure the hetero gets his money’s worth is important to me, cause then he won’t bug me. I brought the fresh beer over to the dude and he looked me up and down before handing me a visa. “Keep it open,” we exchanged goods, I took the card, considered committing fraud as I usually do, only to put it safely in the register, because lord knows I’m too lazy to cover my tracks on something like that.

But as I turned around to put the card away, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, my heart racing, and found myself face to face with the red-eyed man. His hand was cold, like ice, and his grip was firm. My mind raced with fear and confusion. How did he get so close without me noticing? What did he want from me? "You should be careful, my dear," he said in a low, ominous voice. "There are dangerous people around here." I felt his breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My body froze with fear, and I couldn't find the words to respond. He let go of my shoulder and stepped back, his eyes piercing into mine. "I'll be waiting for you," he said before turning around and walking back to the VIP section.

I stood there, trembling with fear and confusion. Who was this man? What did he want from me? Was I in danger? There was something about those eyes that kept drawing me in. Calling for me. Beckoning me to follow him to the VIP lounge. I tried to shake the feeling off, but it lingered like a bad taste in my mouth. Every time I looked over, the red-eyed man was staring at me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. I tried to distract myself by checking on the other patrons, but my mind kept drifting back to him. Who was he? Why was he so fixated on me? As the night wore on, I couldn't resist the urge to sneak a glance at him every now and then. And every time I did, he was still staring at me, a slight smirk on his lips.

As the bar started to fill up with more night life patrons, I finally mustered up the courage to approach him. "Can I get you anything else?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. He held up a glass of whiskey, his eyes never leaving mine. "You know what I want," he said, his voice sending chills down my spine. My breath caught in the base of my throat and I tried my best to swallow it.

"W-What do you mean? Is there a regular drink you order? Im sorry Im not aware...." I started nervously, my hands instinctively coming up to fidget with each other, picking at my nails.

"Don't play coy now, little cub, I've seen your eyes dancing over me through out the night...I've told you...I'm dangerous, you have no idea what I'm capable of," his voice was sharp like a knife, it cut through my very soul and as those cherry eyes bore down on me I suddenly felt very small. I couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards him, even though every fiber of my being was screaming at me to run. I could feel his power, his dominance, and it sent a thrill down my spine. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, trying to play it cool. But his gaze was too intense, too penetrating, and I felt like he could see right through me.

"I think you do," he said with a sly smile. "And I think you want it just as much as I do."

My heart was pounding in my chest as he leaned in closer, his breath hot on my neck. "Do you want to know what it feels like to be with an Anti-Christ?" he whispered. I tried to resist him, but his words were like a drug, intoxicating me with desire and fear. Without realizing it, my body was moving closer to him, my hand reaching up to touch his fiery red hair.

He leaned in further and I could feel his lips grazing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You belong to me now," he whispered. And I knew he was right. I was his, completely and utterly. As he pulled away, his red eyes bore into mine, and I could feel the power emanating from him. "Come with me," he said, his hand reaching out to take mine.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with fear and excitement. But as his hand closed around mine, all doubts vanished. I knew I was meant to be with him, to serve him, to worship him. He led me to the VIP lounge, where he sat me down on a plush sofa, his hand never leaving mine. As he poured us each a glass of whiskey, I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. "Drink," he said, his voice low and commanding. Obediently, I took a sip of the liquid gold, my eyes still locked on his. I could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through my body, loosening my inhibitions and making me feel bold and daring. "You're not like the others," he said, his voice softening. "There's something special about you."

I didn't know what to say. I felt like I was in a dream, one that I never wanted to wake up from. "I don't understand," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want from me?"

He leaned in, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine. "You," he said, his voice laced with desire. "I want to show you things you've never even dreamed of." And with that, he kissed me, his lips soft and demanding. I melted into his embrace, my body yearning for him as our mouths clashed with fervor.

His hand trailed down my back, I could feel the heat rising between us. I knew what he wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to him. I surrendered myself to him completely, my body responding to his every touch. His hands were strong and rough, but he knew exactly how to make me feel alive. I could feel his power coursing through me, making me feel invincible.

As we entwined ourselves further, I couldn't help but wonder what this would mean for me. Was I really ready to give myself over to this man? In the dimly lit scene of this VIP lounge? But as his lips found their way back to mine, tongues clashing in a feverish dance, I realized that it didn't matter. In that moment, all that mattered was him.

My flattened palms slid down his perfectly sculpted, but clothed chest, finding their way to the buttons on his jeans. I could feel him pressing up against me, his body responding to my touch. Taking a deep breath, I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand down inside, feeling for him. He let out a low guttural groan as my hand brushed against his hardened length, and I couldn't help but smile to myself pure ecstasy flooding through my bloodstream.

I slipped my hand up and down his shaft, my fingers playing with the tip, squeezing my palm against the ridges there of his cut cock, making him shudder and grunt in my arms. With a shock, I realized that even though I was doing the work, he was the one pleasuring me. My body clenched as he massaged my chest through my thin work button up and played with my nipples, sending heat and electricity through my body.

Tenderly, I slipped his cock out through the hole in his newly unzipped pants, revealing the aching member. His biceps bulged out from his body, and his chest was sculpted like a Greek god. I leaned in closer, pressing our torsos together, his grip around my waist tightened as he let out of a soft groan "Your hands feel incredible...it makes me ever so curious about that mouth," his other hand coming up to lift my chin delicately in the grip of his index and thumb. A bright vermillion blush spread across my cheeks, was I really ready to do this? Risk my job and reputation? Was I really going to suck off a demon? My bright curious eyes looked up into the tantalizing ruby reds, and in that one instant, it was all incredibly clear to me. I was absolutely going to make this man cum, in my mouth, on my face, over my chest, it didnt matter where, but I was absolutely feral to see that face twist up in pure pleasure. I hesitated still, my mind was ready but my body, froze.

"Does my little cub need some convincing?" Alistar's voice was sinister again, that same dark aura floating over him like it did when he approached at the bar.

"I-..." His hands came down onto my shoulders and in a sudden flash, I was shoved aggressively down to my knees, face to face with the demon's large twitching length. "Wow...." I whispered out loud, unaware I'd even done it.

"You like that, do you?" his voice was dark and poorly concealed, and it made my nether regions tingle, a sharp spark shooting down my spine.

"You're big," I whispered, my nerves ebbing away and being replaced with confidence as his grip tightened on my shoulders.

"You better get to work then," he said forcefully, "I haven't got all night to sit here and wait for you, and I'd be more than happy to take you out back and fuck you if you don't start sucking."

Terrified again by the sound of his very serious voice, I looked up at those blood red eyes, and his expression softened just for a second. "Beg me," he said, his words again softer, "Beg me to let you suck my cock."

"Please," I said, my voice cracking as I spoke, I could feel the heat rising up my throat, nearly choking me as it did. "Let me suck your cock...I want it so bad...you have no idea..." the words that came out of my throat were pathetic, my tone laced with carnal desire.

"That's it," he said, a smirk slowly spreading across his face, "I knew you had it in you."

His grip loosened on my shoulders, and one hand came down to roughly grip my hair in a fistful at the base of my skull. "That's my good little toy," he said, his voice incredibly devious, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely above a moan as I looked up at him. My heart was racing in my chest, and my knees were shaking, the act of making him cum was more intense than anything I had ever felt in my life.

"Good," he said, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, "Now go on, show me what you can do."

My tongue rolled out across my lips, ready to embrace him. The taste of him, as my tongue first rolled over his tip, was hot, and bitter, like a strong copper taste. I was surprised at how good it was, allowing it to slip past my delicately pink lips encasing the first half of the organ. I could hear the gruffs of pleasure escaping through his gritted teeth.

His hand remained in my hair as my lips closed around his cock, his grip tightening as he urged me closer. "That's it," he said, his voice low and penetrating, "Just like that, I knew you'd be a natural."

My eyes fluttered closed as I took more of him in, trying to fit him into my mouth without gagging. I'd never had a cock this big in my mouth before. "I- I can't..." I tried to pull back, but he had me fast by the back of my hair.

"Don't you dare stop," he moaned, his head tilting back, "I'm not finished with you yet, not by a long shot." Words sinister, and with that, my mouth was forced down his shaft again, and I found myself struggling to take in anymore. Gagging gently with a muffled cough, I could hear his breath quickening, and I could taste the clear sign of pre-cum leaking down my throat as he pulled my head closer to him.

"That's it...take it all," he growled, groaning in pleasure.

Gasping for breath as my lips finally reached the base of his cock, I slowly pulled up, letting out a long, heavy exhale through my nostrils. "That's it, that's my little plaything," he whispered, "Now open your throat, I know you can take me all the way."

He saw something in me that I didn't even know I had in me. Excitement washed over my body, and a sharp heat raced through my loins as I felt my head forced towards his length. I closed my eyes, and slowly I opened my mouth, letting out a wisp of air. As the head of his cock pressed against my tongue, I could feel my throat opening up, and inch by inch, he pressed me down on his hard desperate shaft. Gagging and struggling to breathe, I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it picked up it's pace. I was taking my time at this point, and suddenly it wasn't enough.

The demon's grip in my hair tightened, and with one quick thrust, he had me down on his dick once more, pressing my lips against his pubic bone, moaning lightly as he let out a soft "You're doing well for a beginner….”

Looking up at him, he pulled me right back off with an audible pop, I could see his smile, and the look of pure pleasure emblazoned across his face. I'd never seen a man so dangerous in the throws of pleasure before. It intrigued me. It drew me in. I needed more.

"More?" he asked, his voice deep, and lustful.

"Please," I said, closing my eyes, "I want it, give it to me."

He chuckled, and with an alarming amount of speed and power, he pulled me down on his cock again. Now, he was going fast, too fast. I was shaking with exertion, and my legs were feeling unstable even at my knees. Still, I was loving it. I was angry at myself for loving it so much. The heat in my lower abdomen was spreading up higher and higher, and my body was slowly beginning to respond, my under stimulated but overtly desperate groin begging to be touched. I blushed, oh god, I was aching so much! My body was impassioned through his pleasure and rough treatments, and it made it even harder to breath, as I felt his cock push against my throat again.

"You're such a good little toy," he spoke in a sultry tone.

"A- a goo little tob?" I tried to respond, words muffled by the insistent length pushing its way through my mouth, my body shuddering in pleasure, my nethers quivered with ever-growing desire.

"Yes," he spoke, his voice sending thrills through me, "A good little toy. You're going to make me cum and I'm going to fill you up, and it's going to feel amazing for me,”

"Oh god," I said, "Oh god, I want you to fill my throat please..." I had no idea where the words that had escaped my lips had come from, but they were out there now, and the demon grinned a wicked sneer.

"Good," he said, his voice laced with a sinister pleasure, and with a quick jerk of his hips, he pulled me right down onto his cock again, and I felt the head of his leaking length press against the entrance to my throat. Erratically he pressed his hips into my face, repeatedly my hole aching to be touched, my body desperate to be fucked, but this wasn't about me tonight, clearly. This was all about the red eyed demon who could get me to do whatever he pleased with one blink of those Ruby orbs.

I could feel the hot, salty juices of his thick cock grow hotter as he pumped it in and out of my mouth. I wanted him to cum. I needed him to cum. It was so close, but he needed something else."Please," I whimpered loosely like the pathetic slut I'd proved myself to be in this moment. The other patrons of the bar oblivious this whole time to the activities inside the darkened lounge.

"Oh, I'm going to cum…." he said roughly, one hand pulling my head in even tighter, and his other forcibly clasped on the back of my neck as he pressed me further onto his cock. I could feel the head of his dick head touching the very back of my throat, and with a low growl, he came.

The taste was unmistakeable and powerful. It was warm, and thick, and salty, and it flooded my mouth as he unleashed his load like a fire hose against the back of my tongue. In one hard, gagging blow, I felt my throat open up to accept his seed.

"That's it," he said, his exploded length pumping more and more of that hot liquid into my mouth. I could feel it spilling out from the sides of my lips, and pooling on my tongue with the rest, my mouth feeling like it was beginning to overflow as it dripped down my chin.

The demon finally pulled out, and I gasped for air, coughing heavily as his seed spilled out of my mouth and fell down my nice work shirt. I was completely covered in his creamy, hot cum, and I couldn't believe the absolute mess he had made of me.

"You're going to wear that," he said, "You're going to go out there and show them what a slut you are," He grinned with a darkened gaze, as he gave me a long, slow stroke of his cock making sure to milk every last drop out of it.

"Yes," I said, carefully licking away the hot juices on my lips. "I'll show them….” Speaking shyly like I hadn’t just done what I had.

"Good pet, Now go....you have things to do, those drinks aren't going to serve themselves," laughing menacingly while stuffing his now flaccid length back into the boundaries of his pants. I slowly stood up, I looked around to see that there surprisingly wasn't an audience of people recording them, thankfully. My gaze turned back to that of the demon man, the nerves slowly taking over me again. "What do you say?" he narrowed his eyes and raised a thin red brow.

"Thank you...." nodding my head gently.

"Thank you....what?" his voice still laced with darkness, never allowing me to forget exactly who held all the cards in his hand.

"Thank you, Sir," I spoke sheepishly, trying my best to avoid his gaze but finding myself still drawn to it.

"That's my good slut," he said, looking down at my cum covered shirt, and licking his lips with a devilish grin. "Now go. Get back to work."

I slowly made my way back to the bar as a flurry of thoughts ran through my mind. Suddenly, I felt so slutty with this magical liquid dripping from my body, and the smell of his seed filling my nostrils. It was so hot, being used like a whore, and it was making me feel so good. Maybe I was becoming more depraved than I'd ever thought possible.

It was still early, the night was just picking up. I'd only been gone for half an hour, and I was glad to be back behind the bar. The night was only beginning, and I had lots of pent up sexual energy to work off.

The End

Author’s Notes: Okay I’m SO SORRY this is SO late I know it was supposed to be out like two weeks ago? Three? It was hard to write a gender neutral fic so EVERYONE can enjoy blowing Al <3 Full transparency, I did use Sudowrite to help me finish this up 😅 but honestly it came out SO fuckin good 😍 Hope y’all enjoy! I own Alistar :)

#oc #original character #writer #fic writer #smut #my character #anti-Christ #demon smut

[rawkghoulsupreme]

I had a thought at work while listening to CMLS and decided that it would be far easier to write it than draw it. So here's my first lil' Ghost fanfic!

Centered around the final Re-Imperatour show.

Warnings: Anti-Christ theory at play. SFW

Wordcount: 566

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Call Me

The energy in the arena was electric - as though the clouds hanging above everyone’s heads in anticipation of what would become of their beloved Papa could combust into a lightning storm at any moment. Even as the lights began to glisten behind the white curtain, something that had become the usual for this tour, felt different.

But nothing was. The curtain dropped and Kaisarion rang out to the pleasant screams of fans. Copia pranced out, glittering in silvering gold jacket and sang his soul out. Then Rats. Then Faith. Spillways, Cirice, Absolution, Ritual… It was all the same. Much to the dismay and happiness to the crowd who sang and wobbled along anyways. Then came time for Call Me Little Sunshine and out came Copia in his dazzling papal robes with jewels that sparkled more radiantly than the stars in the sky.

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“You will never walk alone. You can always reach me. You will never ever walk alone. Even when you’re dead and gone-”

The arena went black and the lack of music was swiftly filled in by shouts and screams.

This was it.

Were they dragging him off stage now? Were the Ghouls and Ghoulettes tearing him to pieces? Was it awfully timed electrical malfunction? The longer the dark silence went on, the less it seemed like the audience would get any closer to an answer. The shouting and outcries began to die down and a low murmur passed over the crowd. Nearly five minutes had passed now and not a peep had been made on stage or a light turned back on. Maybe it really was something wrong on the arena’s end. Just before people started to get up or leave to get some answers - the answer found them.

Call. Me.

The screams returned briefly. The voice - it was his. Copia was alive… for the moment. But it sounded different. Distant. But booming all the same as it rang out through the venue. A few moments more passed.

Call. Me.

It sounded like a demand. Or was it pleading? Each word was emphasized by a single beat. Now, the crowd was starting to get it. Several voices rang out. “Papa!” or “Copia!” shouted out. But the voices were few.

Call! Me!

His voice rang out again, louder as the crowd’s excitement grew.

Papa!

Call! Me!

The voice of thousands rang out, competing with the booming of Copia’s very own voice.

Papa!

This time, he replied to them faster, sounding closer somehow than ever before.

Call! Me!

Papa!

Suddenly, the lights flashed back on and the music made way in a startling cacophony of familiar instruments. Standing there, center stage behind the microphone stand was their beloved Papa.

Wasn’t it?

Copia remained in the robes he had started out the song in - but he wasn’t the same. His mitre had been cast to the side, laying on the ground a few feet away as if thrown haphazardly. In it’s place were two curved horns, spontaneously grown from his forehead while his hair had grown to his shoulders and was nearly silver all the way through. He slapped his hands together then opened his arms wide.

“You can always reach me! All you gotta do is call me…”

He wasn’t going anywhere. Not as long as they needed him; not as long as a single one of them felt alone. Now, they’ll know what to do.

#ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #papa iv #copia popia #fanfic #anti-christ #if you say Copia in the mirror and flush the toilet six times he'll appear in your shower dressed in his after show jacket very confused #we will go softly into the night - but not tonight

[dark-forest-witchcraft]

ONSLAUGHT - Generation Antichrist (2023) // Official Music Video // AFM ...

#metal #metal music #death metal #thrash metal #anti-christ

[1singlefocus]

Laws of God or Laws of Man?

Laws of God or Laws of Man?

Frequently, one of the lessons in Sunday School classes would pose the question, “If the law of the land was contrary to the law or will of God, which would you obey; the laws of God or the laws of man?” Looking back at the Supreme Court reversal on baby killings (June 24, 2022), it occurred to me that throughout the years, some local churches faced that decision. Though many fervently prayed and…

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#1John 1:9 #2022 #abominable #actively #administration #anti-Christ #area #assembled #babies #baby #beginning #Bible #birth #Black Americans #Black community #blades of their swords #bombard #bowing #boys #brave #breath #bus #Caesar #captivity #change #chased #children #Christians #churches #classes

[adventism-atheism-orthodoxy-me]

Another Gem from Father Freeman.

The real gold though is in the Comments - ending at the moment with this:

"God eventually reveals Himself -as is beneficial to each practitioner of that type of spiritual vigilance- ‘unequivocally’. However, the matter of “necessity” of an “unequivocal event” from God can be sharply critiqued from more aspects than we often tend to consider. Take the last historical bodily action of Christ, for instance, His Divine Ascension before the eyes of the awe-struck disciples. If we were to complain that, ‘He afterwards left us without unequivocal incontrovertible witness’, we would fail to realize what this actually pertains in truth. Let me explain: Can you imagine if Christ was to remain for over two thousand years now, say in Jerusalem, bodily, say on some throne, with a body that goes through walls, goes through doors, [John 20:19] that doesn’t need food yet somehow can taste of fish to prove he is not a hallucination, a being who knows what everyone is doing in the entire globe without the need for advanced technical surveillance, who even knows everyone’s thoughts and everyone knows that this eternally undying Lord in Jerusalem unceasingly monitors everyone without the need for cameras or microchips etc. You would essentially have something more akin to the Antichrist’s dream objective! And man would surely then side with the devil and say “just give me a break and leave me free to do my own thing!” “Why is your presence unceasingly breathing down my neck? I cannot function like this!” “I hate you, the devil was right all along!” But God is so inconceivably magnanimous that He hides away and only slowly allows His unimaginably sweet presence do be “unequivocally” felt by those who demonstrate to Him (and, significantly, to themselves) that they truly utterly want Him above all, and they do this in large part by the aforementioned discerning “self-induced visualization of His presence”, that special spiritual vigilance centered in their hearts, where He comes to mystically, yet utterly unequivocally confirm the Light of His presence that is free of all delusion.

#Christ #Anti-Christ #Satan

[danielleegnew]

What if most Christians actually aren’t, and they don’t even know it?

This image floated across my Social Media, and it’s so dang funny that it has brought on a story for the weekend. As a once-pastor of several differing Christian churches, the most common question I received was: “Does God really hate gay people? Because it’s in the Bible.” I would answer, “Where did you hear that God hated gay people?” The usual answer was “Well God said ‘love the sinner,…

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#angels #anti-Christ #armageddon #bible #biblical #biblical interpretation #biblical study #book of revelations #Christ #christian #christianity #Compassion #Consciousness #does god hate gays #end of the world #end times #evangelical #faith #Fear Consciousness #finding hope #gay #god #God’s will #historical Jesus #history #homosexuality and the Bible #hope #jesus #learning #lesbian

[melissacove]

ik i normally put fanart but this is an OC I made for a novel I’m writing. Her name’s Achilla. (I might change it later tho)

#OC #Demon #Anti-christ #anime #manga #art

[angelx1992]

#movies #leer #memes #passion of the christ #stare #satan #devil #meme #look #ogle #gossip #people #anti-christ

[karryalane]

“ "Father, I know that I have broken your laws and my sins have separated me from you. I am truly sorry, and now I want to turn away from my past sinful life toward you. Please forgive me, and help me avoid sinning again. I believe that your son, Jesus Christ died for my sins, was resurrected from the dead, is alive, and hears my prayer. I invite Jesus to become the Lord of my life, to rule and reign in my heart from this day forward. Please send your Holy Spirit to help me obey You, and to do Your will for the rest of my life. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen."

#God #Christ #Jesus #Bible #religion #Christianity #forgiveness #repentance #redemption #salvation #Salvation through Christ #Anti-Christ #Trump #Elon Musk #FBI

[cloudbenign]

Pay respect where its due by rockin' a moment captured in history with Marilyn and Lavey.

#Anton Szandor LaVey #Marilyn Manson #Church of Satan #Anti-Christ #Greatness #Industrial #gothic #punk #t shirt #t-shirt