#divine guidane

[herebecritters]

First of all, let me start by saying, Geshtu is absolutely, completely, and irrevocably insane.

Of the three, he is the least sane. Now this isn’t me saying “HAHA HES COOKOO HAHA WOW WHAT A MANIAC” No it’s not like that at all. You see, the thing about Geshtu is that he doesn’t seem “insane” at all, in fact, compared to Nergal and Dumuzi he comes across as perfectly put together.

The thing about Geshtu is that he is completely convinced by his own delusions. And he has convinced himself so fully of these delusions that he has not only sold them to himself but also to others. The voices he hears, to him, are completely real. He believes so wholeheartedly that he is a vessel for Theias voice that he puts on this complete and divine demeanor. He seems more sane than the others because he carries himself that way.

Dumuzi knows she has problems and she hides from them. Nergal definitely knows he has some screws loose but he embraces it. Geshtu, meanwhile, instead of pushing down his insanity like Dumuzi or embracing it like Nergal, he strides side by side with his.

Now let’s go back to the late Cretaceous where Geshtu grew up. Small groups of family camps were common throughout the Mesozoic, even moreso than villages such as where Cro, Dumuzi, and Nergal were raised. These groups would travel to trade with other family camps, exchanging information, intermingling, ect. But afterwards they’d return to their own family burrow to live their lives. They were foragers and hunters. Geshtus family in particular specialized in fishing and insect hunting.

Geshtu was still Geshtu. He was always a little more quiet and methodical than his other siblings, traits he’s kept with him.

So I’ve mentioned on the backstory posts before how most mammals during the Mesozoic lived nocturnally for their own safety. The large reptilian predators at the time were mostly diurnal so there was less risk of being ripped apart and eaten at night. But there are always exceptions.

One night, as the family was waking to begin their evening routines, there was a scratching above the burrow. And then the ceiling fell through.

A pack of stenonychosaurus, a species of Troodontid, had dug their way into the burrow. They had been invaded. The Stenonychosaurus pack flooded into the burrow and made short work of maiming and devouring the entire family.

Geshtu got hurt, not horribly but enough to cause him to fall and become temporarily disoriented. He would be next if he did not find a place to hide. As he frantically looked around, he noticed a beam of moonlight breaking through the torn overhead of his families burrow. The light washed over a bundle of rocks and debris that had fallen from the ceiling and there was a small gap between them. Small enough for him to fit.

While the troodons were preoccupied with their current meals, Geshtu managed to crawl over to the small opening and discreetly push himself inside it undetected. And he hid there, unable to do anything but watch and wait as his family was torn apart in front of him.

Eventually the troodons finished feeding, were filled, and left. Not much was left behind, save for a few bodies still intact. Geshtu cautiously creeped out of his hiding spot after the coast was clear and went to check on what bodies he could, hoping to find survivors. He found one body that seemed fairly intact, he dragged it out of the pile of death and tried to lift it up into a sitting position. It fell back over with a heavy thud. Blood was everywhere, his tail dragged in it, it coated his hands. No one but him was left alive among the wreckage.

Realizing the hopelessness of his endeavor he backed up against the burrow wall. He covered his eyes with his hands, hoping that by not being able to see the wreckage anymore, it would disappear. Maybe when he removed his hands it would have turned out to all be a nightmare. But when he did, everything was still as it had been.

The moonlight shone down on him from the burrows exit. Its guidance had saved him from the slaughter, so he decided to follow it again. He limped out of the burrow into the open night and made his way to the family creek that sat just outside to wash the blood off his hands. It was then that he caught his reflection in the water. The blood from his hands had marked his face and he could see it now. And, reflected above his head in the water, he saw the moon. Full and bright and comforting. He took this as a sign that the moon had marked him, and he was reborn under it. So he ceased washing it away, stood up, stared at the moon, and began to follow it.

And so Geshtu walked. And walked. And walked. Staring up at the moon the entire time. He needed to understand. He needed to know why this happened and why it had saved him. He walked for a long time. And when the moon dipped below the atmosphere and the sun rose, he’d slink into whatever shelter he could find to rest. But when the moon arose again, he’d come out, and continue his pilgrimage, always staring directly at the moon, resulting in him moonblinking himself.

The more he walked, the more the pain faded. He grew more at peace the longer he walked and stared. Like the moon herself was taking away all the hurt for him. His circumstance began to feel less like a tragedy and more like fate. Eventually, he could hear her singing. First just a light humming, but eventually he began to hear words along with it. Crisp and clear and ringing throughout him. She spoke her name, Theia.

He walked for a very long time. Probably a few years. Just him and the moon. He traveled far, restaining his markings whenever he had the opportunity. He was born in blood and would be forever stained by it. On his journey, he’d occasionally run into passerby’s and other burrows, but these meetings were short and fleeting.

One night though, the moon led him into a small village. And when Geshtu entered, he knew he heard Theia say, “Here.”

At first the villagers were unsure of him but helping other mammals traveling through was not unheard of for him. And Geshtu looked rough. He was a strange foreign vagabond with even stranger markings. But he showed them no hostility and they took him in and fed him. He was quiet but otherwise was grateful and polite.

Eventually he started murmuring prophesies to the people there. Little ones like “theia says the ridge to the west has the best seed gatherings” or “Theia warns not to go near the badlands on this night, there’s something malicious there…” and, by complete chance, almost all of these ended up true.

So now people were convinced that he really could hear the moon speaking to him and that the Theia was their friend. She was looking out for the little creatures of the night, who lived hiding in fear of the monsters of the daylight. And so Geshtu became trusted as the Villages Shaman, sent by Theia herself. He was the one people went to for divine advice

And that’s how he found his place there. He was convinced that his family HAD to die for this greater purpose. It was all supposed to happen. He was meant to come here and he was meant to save these people. The voices guide him to protect these creatures of the night, he is simply an agent of Theia. He believes wholeheartedly in everything Theia tells him. And…they say if you believe something hard enough the energy can manifest itself into reality. And so they eventually would. He, Dumuzi, and Nergal would eventually will themselves into godhood and bring forth a horror unlike any other.

#happy tree friends #htf #htf be brave #htf geshtu #loretime #WOW A BIG OL LORE POST???? #THIS TOOK ME SO LOOOOONG BUT I DID IT #I love Geshtu btw did you know that? #I’ve been sitting on this story for a while #a little edgy I know but #that was long ago #but a little explanation for some of Geshtus little quirks #just little insights into who the trio are and how they ended up where they are now #don’t worry I have silly stuff in the works too! #I swear! #his shaman attire is based off a 9000 year old Neolithic shaman burial found in germany #the Bad Dürrenberg Shaman if anyone is interested #I’ll probably be editing in the future to fix my inevitable typos that I know I have but constantly miss as per usual #bear with me HAHA

[narmadeshwarshivling]

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[healingislimitless]

Even us Spiritually inclined people get burnt out. Yes Source is infinite energy, but that doesn’t mean our beautifully human bodies are equipped to always be vibrating on such a high frequency all the time.

If you’re familiar with the 7 Chakra system, the Crown (top of the head – Divine connection) and the Sacral (lower abdomen – passion, creativity, emotions) I find they’re more related than we think. The lower Chakras are considered to vibrate lower, as they’re more ‘human’ so to speak, but when it comes to the Sacral, passion, creativity and emotions all have a direct connection to the Divine. When you create Divinely-inspired content like I do, it comes from both the Crown and Sacral. I can literally experience Spiritual burnout intertwined with creative blocks, as I’m sure many creative and Spiritual people do. Because it is my Divine purpose to teach, heal, create, I feel like I always need to be honouring and exercising that as it is like a birthright and duty. Yet again, I ignore the fact that I’m human.

I get lost in the expectations that I put on myself in the human world, and try to tackle them Divinely. Even creating the content that I post here, though Divinely inspired, with a tired Sacral Chakra I don’t feel like I can produce the content I need to. I feel like my head is running a mile a minute and my body can’t keep up. But as I sit here writing this, I’m watching the snow fall – it’s peaceful, and the snowflakes fall at their own pace, in their own way. I don’t even know what I’m trying to write here. The words which usually come to me Divinely are melting as soon as they enter my head. I think this is probably the most personal, and most human post I’ll write.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, continue to be kind to yourself. Get rid of the expectations you have and sometimes just allow yourself to be. The Divine understands, so should you. When you do something you love, it’s a passion – when you feel like you HAVE to do it, it becomes a chore. I don’t want my Divine purpose to feel like a chore, so I’m going to take a break and allow myself to fall in love with it again.

#witch #witchblr #male witch #male witches #witchcraft #healing #healing journey #wellness #wellness journey #divine #divine guidane #human #humanity #spiritual #spirituality #spiritual burnout #burnout #creativity #creativeblock #chakra #chakras #sacral chakra #crown chakra #self love #self care #take care of yourself #take a break #coffee

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

Survive the Night — Part 1

Original

Sanctuary at last.

A soft orange, bold against the dark sky, glowed from behind tall stone walls, laden with rich green ivy. The light in the dark, a splash of color on a hellish grey landscape.

Haven; the city of salvation.

...

Deep below the surface, ancient magic stirred. The earth syphoned energy from the leylines, draining the land and pumping it into a singular point. A heart.

Though it let creatures of the sky, sea, and land draw from its bounty, Teyvat existed to serve only one. Even if it had to destroy itself in the process, it would restore the master it had failed.

...

Of course, security would be tight in such a place, protecting its people and peace. Old titles meant little in an apocalypse.

"Oh my, we have quite the influent arrivals today." A familiar voice purred from the side, stepping into view of the group.

"Kaeya." Jean choked on her own tongue, voice trembling. "We— we thought you were dead."

Kaeya laughed at that, his levity out of place in the new world. "I suppose I can't blame you." He waved off the tension in the air. "No, I was blessed to be among the first called to our dear Haven here."

That caught Zhongli's attention. "Called...?" He muttered under his breath.

Kaeya glanced at the guards with a smirk. "Don't worry about this lot, I'll deal with their introduction personally."

Both women straightened with a salute. "Understood, Lord Kaeya." And they returned to their posts at the gate.

Kaeya nodded over his shoulder, motioning for the others to follow.

...

When their Divine fell, the children of Khaenri'ah felt it. They felt the stones rip into their very souls as their master's body crashed to the bottom of Teyvat.

None had wasted so much as a thought, they rushed to the call.

Now, the prince roamed the streets of their playground; a pretty smile, a comforting shoulder, a soothing voice, and an amusing quip. With his presence, the people relaxed, turned a blind eye to the horrors—after all, it was much safer here, wasn't it?

...

"I see you have come to your senses." A soft voice came from the dark. "It was a shame to see you turn your eyes."

Sucrose whipped her head around. There hadn't been anyone next to her, but there Albedo sat with a cup of tea and a book, staring her, them, down with piercing eyes.

"Mister Albedo..." was all she could say. She had no ground to stand on. After all Albedo had done for her, for all of Mondstadt, she'd labeled him a heretic like the rest. Even if she'd still been willing to accept him back, return as his assistant, she'd still abandoned him with the crowd.

She averted her eyes.

Jean, however, did not. "Albedo... it seems I, we, have a lot to apologize for." She bowed her head. "On behalf of—"

"—That won't be necessary." Albedo closed his book and rose from his chair. "Your apologies are wasted on me, there is only One who deserves them." He sent a glance to the clock. "Regardless, my required break is over, I will be returning to my work."

"W..." Sucrose took a step forward, hesitantly reaching a hand out before pulling it back to her chest. "Please wait a moment, Mister Albedo." She shifted her weight. "Perhaps I could assist you in—"

"My project is highly secretive, it would show poorly to invite a newcomer—" A worshipper of the False God, at that. "—into the Center." He gave the group one last impassive look on his way out. "It is unlikely we will see each other again, I only came to see you by Kaeya's request."

He didn't look back.

...

Within the depths of an ever changing cavern, a pale figure worked tirelessly alongside his world. Foolish, he had been, to place his faith in his blinded comrades. Now, he researched and experimented night in and night out to repent for his mistakes.

He, too, had felt the call.

He'd packed up everything important, taken the one he'd call his little sister by the hand, and followed it through the depths. Perhaps he should have been more worried, but he felt that warm guidance ease his heart with every step.

This must be what home felt like.

...

It seemed Kaeya had a busy job in Haven, they soon found, it'd been by sheer luck that he'd found them. Had it? But, even still, he'd arranged for them to have a guide.

Their group split in the morning, those desperate to just eat and eat until they couldn't anymore (a one day event given to newcomers, in order to raise their energy and spirit) and those who wished to familiarize themselves with their surroundings as soon as possible.

"Hey there!" A cheerful blond called, waving to them. "Nice to meet you, I'm Thoma. You're the newcomers, right? I don't think I've seen you before. It's always great to see new faces around."

Jean and Ningguang took the lead, straightening up. "Yes," Ningguang confirmed, "You are the guide Sir Kaeya informed us of?"

"That's right! I'll be giving you the tour of our enchanting wonderland—" He grinned, motioning to the city around them. "—well, at least when compared to everything else. The Outer Ring is probably where you'll spend your time."

"The Outer Ring?" Jean pressed, curious.

"Right!" Thoma clapped his hands together. "I should probably lead with that." He glanced side to side, as if looking for something, before pulling out a small notepad and pencil.

"Haven is comprised of a series of districts in a circular formation." He scribbled down a few circles on the pad. "We're in the Outer Ring, which is just inside the walls, most people live, work, and trade here." He moved the tip of his pencil inward. "Then here's the Inner Ring, most official processing goes on here and it's major businesses and medical facilities, but they're pretty strict on who is allowed to house there. I'm not sure on the exact qualifications, but bottom line, you need to have proven yourself in some way." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Anyway, if you can't get it in the Outer Ring, you can get it in the Inner Ring." He shifted his pencil to the line between. "Then there's a single street between these two districts that we just call the Ring. You can find a real variety of businesses here, and definitely somewhere cheap to sleep and get a meal."

Thoma scribbled down a few boxes outside the circle. "Outside the walls, you have the Front Districts, they're pretty scattered and I wouldn't be too surprised if you missed them. People out there have decided they don't want to live inside the city and trade what they can with us to get by."

"Is there a reason they don't just enter the city?" Jean interjected, mind already running with possibilities. Was there a housing shortage? Or perhaps Kaeya had saved them from a grueling entry process that would have left them with nothing. Or maybe—

"They don't like how things are run here." Thoma answered with a shrug. "Some wish to stay loyal to their previous leaders, others don't like the oligarchy, and there are those who simply don't like the one-way border."

Ah, so that's how it... "One way border?"

Thoma blinked owlishly, tilting his head like a puppy. "You don't know? Residents aren't allowed to leave."

...

Thoma owed a lot to the Kamisato clan. His life, his loyalty, his past and future. When they'd instructed that the Imposter Hunt Decree would be enacted with their full resources, he'd followed orders without question.

But when those orders led him to stare down a trembling figure, starved and shivering, staring at him with tearful, fearful eyes that held just a stubborn flicker of hope, he questioned.

And when he saw himself, alone, all those years ago, in those eyes, that fading but fighting will to go on, he called out to his comrades: "Nothing here."

He couldn't have known how far a little kindness would take him.

...

"Don't worry too much about it." Thoma assured them. "You're Lord Kaeya's friends and you were brought in without knowing, if you want to leave after seeing how things are done here, I'm sure we could even find you a place in the Front Districts. It's a bit harder out there, but you'll live without rule."

Something gleamed in Thoma's eye.

"But I'm sure you'll love it here! I mean, if Lord Kaeya doesn't convince you, I'm sure the rest of the council will!"

Some part of Jean wanted to go back, reverse to what she swore she saw, but she couldn't bring herself to find the words. So she clung to the next best thing. *Council? Could that be why you refer to Kaeya as Lord?"

Thoma nodded. "Yep! The council is made up of twelve people that oversee Haven and all its happenings. They provide food, assistance, shelter from the world, and they're always working to end this nightmare." He lifted up the pad again, circling around the middle. "They work out of the Center, so it's rare to see them—except for Lord Kaeya, of course. Nobody is allowed inside the center without explicit permission from the entire council. All we know for sure about it is that it's where the food is grown and the livestock is kept; it's the only place they survive." Thoma leaned in as though he were sharing a conspiratorial secret. "People say that if someone wrong goes in then it might die off like the rest of the world, so guards aren't even necessary. Though I've heard talk of ruin guards patrolling the area."

Thoma leaned back and laughed. "Though, there are tons of rumors about the council and Center. Like, one of the council members is an adeptus or ex-Harbinger, or that the place is actually a gate to Celestia. One of the more controversial ones is that the area and the council possess the last blessings of God." He shook his head. "Now, I'm not sure about that, but if anyone would have it, it'd be the Traveler, don't you think?"

"The Honorary Knight is here?"

...

Twin blondes smiled.

#felt like a good stopping point for now #sagau #self aware genshin #survive the night #genshin impact cult au

[slowlyteenagestarlight]

[demongamerkitty]

Whispered Prophecies - Chapter 1

(All criticism is welcome)

     Just outside the Forgotten Forest a group of cloaked people have gathered. Their cloaks almost entirely white and lined with gold. One of them steps forward, turning towards the rest of the group and pulling down their hood. Long blonde hair now free from the cloak’s confines and emerald eyes observing those in front of them.

     “Priestess, why have us gather here?” one of the cloaked figure inquires, their voice deep like that of an elderly man.

     She looks directly at them, “Why? Because we have a mission. Don’t ask anymore questions. Just trust in me.”

     A smaller cloaked figure steps forward, their voice quiet, “But Priestess Beau… Isn’t this where the Cursed reside? Won’t the Divine be upset with us?”

     “Worry not, dear child. What we are doing is for the greater good. Just believe and the Divine will be more than pleased with us. Trust me,” Beau informs while holding back her small growth of wrath, “Now, let us enter. Follow my lead, and do not fall behind or wander off.”

     She turns away from them, looking at the entrance. Her gaze rises at the waning gibbous moon for just a moment and a grin forms. 

     “Soon, Chandra will be at her strongest,” the words barely make it passed her lips as she heads into the forest. The others follow right behind her.

     The forest looms over them, blocking the moon’s light from them. As they travel deeper the trees seem to gather closer together. The bushes and grass becoming thicker, the ground invisible to the naked eye.

     An elderly voice breaks the group’s silence, “This doesn’t seem safe. Priestess, perhaps we should come back when Aditya is high in the sky. Chandra isn’t give us much guidan-”

     “ENOUGH,” Beau shouts as she turns towards the group, interrupting them, “No talking. At. All. We must do this now. There is no tomorrow when Aditya is high in the sky. Understand?”

     “... I understand.”

     “Good.”

     They reluctantly start to follow her deeper into the forest.

     Suddenly, Beau stops before thick shrubbery, and she reaches within her cloak pulling out a small curved saw. She begins to cut through the shrubbery, determined to get farther into the forest. Eventually, the other side is revealed and she puts away her saw. The trees farther apart now.

     “Now then,” she begins to speak as she turns around, “We’re almost-” Her followers are nowhere to be seen. Instead, the shrubbery that she had just cut through is now back and thicker than before.

     “This... “ Beau looks around for any other possible access points, “This is… ridiculous. Tsk, cowards.”

     She turns away, looking towards the more open area of the forest. Taking a deep breath, she continues on without batting an eye.

     As Beau continues on the trees get farther and farther apart, and the grass thins. The bushes and shrubbery no longer a problem. Not too far ahead lies a mansion, old and decrepit, almost out of place. She heads towards the front door and carefully knocks. There’s nothing. The world around the mansion is quiet, and not even the boards creak. Even above, the stars do not sparkle and the clouds stay in place.

     “There must be another away,” she mutters under her breath.

     Just as she’s about to look for another way in, the door slowly opens.

     “Are you lost?” a faint voice asks.

     Beau looks downward a bit. Holding the door open is a shorter girl. Her disheveled brunette hair, and her lavender eyes behind her cracked glasses are the only things really visible.

     “Are you one of us?”

     “...”

     “Hm… whichever it is, you should probably come inside. Who knows what’s lurking nearby. It’s much safer inside.”

     The girl backs away from the door, leaving it open for Beau. After waiting a few moments, she heads inside.

#my writing #my story #whispered prophecies

[gooutandfindyourcity-blog]

Spiritual Healing in Spokane

John G. Lake, born in 1870, is known as a faith-healer and missionary who co-founded the Apostolic Faith Mission of South Africa. He did amazing work for five years in South Africa spreading pentecostalism making it the most successful South African religious movements by bringing healing, speaking of tongues, and fusioning together many former Zionists and Christians into one conforming faith that many South African Christians still identify with to this day.

But, in specifics to John G. Lake’s change in Spokane, Washington John G. Lake evangelized the West Coast for 20 years by setting up “healing rooms” more specifically “Lake’s Divine Healing Rooms” and healing ministries in order to save people from demonic spirits. Known for over 100,000 miracles in the form of healings in Spokane alone and 1,000,000 converts to Christianity all together, John G. Lake transformed Spokane itself because soon after his arrival it was statistically declared to be the healthiest city in the United States of America. When he wasn’t healing people and performing exorcisms in Spokane and all over the world, he was training other people to become Divine Healing Technicians making his divine healing program one of the most effective ones of all time due to the fact that he was able to reach so many people and cause so much spiritual healing.

Despite his untimely death in 1935, his “healing rooms” still live on and are still running in Spokane and many cities along the West Coast. In Spokane, the Healing Rooms Ministries International Office continues John G. Lake’s work and is continuing to change and heal the lives of many Spokane natives. His gravesight is now a monument in Spokane and open for many people to come and visit. In times of need or guidane, Spokane is a great city that allows many to come and find what they seek. In fact, these little spurts of guidance come in many different forms and are hidden in many different ways. Whenever I come to Spokane I feel this sense of direction in my life almost instantaneously blanketing me in one of the most amazing ways. But, some other people need to look for guidance in other ways (it doesn’t have to be in Spokane), but when you find your city, these moments of guidance and direciton pop up in odd ways. For example, his gravesight itself that still sees many visitors to this day and still brings healing even though he is long gone.

[dfroza]

Today’s reading from the ancient book of Psalms

for monday, march 8 of 2021 with Psalm 8, accompanied by Psalm 78 for the 78th day of Winter and Psalm 67 for day 67 of the year

[Psalm 8]

For the worship leader. A song of David accompanied by the harp.

O Eternal, our Lord,

Your majestic name is heard throughout the earth;

Your magnificent glory shines far above the skies.

From the mouths and souls of infants and toddlers, the most innocent,

You have decreed power to stop Your adversaries

and quash those who seek revenge.

When I gaze to the skies and meditate on Your creation—

on the moon, stars, and all You have made,

I can’t help but wonder why You care about mortals—

sons and daughters of men—

specks of dust floating about the cosmos.

But You placed the son of man just beneath God

and honored him like royalty, crowning him with glory and honor.

You ordained him to govern the works of Your hands,

to nurture the offspring of Your divine imagination;

You placed everything on earth beneath his feet:

All kinds of domesticated animals,

even the wild animals in the fields and forests,

The birds of the sky and the fish of the sea,

all the multitudes of living things that travel the currents of the oceans.

O Eternal, our Lord,

Your majestic name is heard throughout the earth.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 8 (The Voice)

[Psalm 78]

A contemplative song of Asaph.

O my people, listen to me!

Hear my instruction; soak up every word of what I am about to tell you.

I will open my mouth in parables;

I will speak of ancient mysteries—

Things that we have heard about, things that we have known,

things which our ancestors declared to us again and again.

We will not keep these things secret from their children;

rather, we will tell the coming generation

All about the praise that is due to the Eternal One.

We will tell them all about His strength, power, and wonders.

He gave His holy law to Jacob,

His teaching to the people of Israel,

Which He instructed our fathers

to pass down to their children

So that the coming generation would know them by heart,

even the children who are not yet born,

So that they might one day stand up and teach them to their children,

tell them to put their confidence and hope in God,

And never forget the wondrous things He has done.

They should obey His commandments always

And avoid following in the footsteps of their parents,

a hard-headed and rebellious generation—

A generation of uncultivated hearts,

whose spirits were unfaithful to God.

The sons of Ephraim were master archers, armed with all the necessary equipment,

yet when the battle hour arrived, they ran away.

They were not loyal to their covenant with God;

they turned away and refused to walk in it;

They did not remember all the wondrous things He had done,

even the great miracles He had revealed to them.

He did miraculous things in the presence of their ancestors

as they made their way out of Egypt, through the fields of Zoan.

He split the sea and made them pass through it;

He made the waters to rise, forming a wall of water.

Every day He led them with a cloud;

every night, with a fiery light.

He cracked open rocks in the wilderness

and provided them with all the water they needed, as plentiful as the depths of the ocean.

He caused streams to burst forth from the rock,

waters to rush in like a river.

Even after witnessing all of these miracles, they still chose to sin against God,

to act against the will of the Most High in the desert!

They tested God in their stubborn hearts

by demanding whatever food they happened to be craving.

Then they challenged God:

“Can God fill a table with food in the middle of the desert?

He split open the rock, and water gushed out;

streams and rivers were overflowing!

But can He also provide us with bread?

Can He supply meat to His sons and daughters?”

When the Eternal heard these words, He was furious;

His fiery anger erupted against Jacob;

His wrath grew against Israel.

This all happened because they did not trust God;

they did not have faith in His power to save them.

Nevertheless, He gave instructions to the clouds in the sky

and swung open heaven’s doors;

He showered them with manna to soothe their hungry bellies

and provided them with the bread of heaven.

(In that day mortals ate the bread of heavenly messengers.)

God provided them with plenty of food.

He stirred up the east wind and blew it through the sky.

With His might, He whipped the south wind into a storm;

Like dust from the sky, He caused meat to fall on them.

Birds, like sand on the seashore, fell to the earth.

They landed all about the camp,

all around their tents.

God’s people feasted on the food-blessings, and their stomachs were filled;

He gave them exactly what they desired.

But before their bellies were soothed,

while their mouths were still full of food,

God’s wrath came at them like a tidal wave

and swallowed some of the bravest, strongest among them

and quieted the youth of Israel.

Even after all this, they continued to sin

and still did not trust in Him

or in the incredible things He did.

So He abruptly ended their time; they vanished like a breath;

He ended their years suddenly, with terror.

After He took some of their lives,

those left turned back and sought God wholeheartedly.

After all they had endured, they remembered that God, the Most High,

was their Rock, their Redeemer,

But even then they tried to deceive Him with their words

and fool Him with a web of lies.

They were not consistently faithful to Him,

and they were untrue to their covenant with Him.

Yet by His great compassion,

He forgave them

and decided not to put an end to them.

Most of the time, He held back His anger

and did not unleash His wrath against them.

He was mindful that they were human, frail and fleeting,

like a wind that touches one’s skin for a moment, then vanishes.

Oh, how often they disobeyed Him in the wilderness

and frustrated Him during their time in the desert!

Over and over again, they tested God’s patience

and caused great pain for Israel’s Holy One.

They failed to be mindful of His great strength.

They forgot all about the day He saved them from the enemy,

When He displayed all sorts of signs and wonders in Egypt,

and all the amazing things He did in the region of Zoan

When He transformed their rivers into blood

so that they could not drink from their streams.

He sent armies of flies to bite and torment them

and hordes of frogs to ruin and devastate them;

He handed over all of their crops to grasshoppers

and the fruit of all their labor to locusts;

He sent violent hailstorms, which smashed all their vines,

and ruined their sycamore-fig trees with biting frost.

He handed over all of their cattle to the hailstorms as well

and struck all their herds with lightning.

He poured His burning wrath upon them—

anger, resentment, and trouble—

sending a company of heavenly warriors to destroy them.

He carved out a road for His wrath;

He did not spare any from the sting of death

but handed them over to the fangs of the plague.

He killed all the firstborn of Egypt,

the first products of their manhood in the tents of Ham, the Egyptians’ ancestor.

But then He guided His people like sheep to safety

and led them like a flock into the desert to freedom;

He took them on a safe route so that they would not be afraid,

and He allowed the hungry sea to swallow all of their enemies.

He led them to His sacred land—

to this holy hill, which He had won by the power of His right hand.

He forced out the other nations which were living there before them,

and He redistributed the lands as an inheritance to His people;

He settled the tribes and families of Israel peaceably in their tents.

Even after all this, they disobeyed the Most High God

and tested His patience

and did not live by His commands.

Rather, they regressed to their fathers’ ways and lived faithlessly—disloyal traitors!

They were as undependable and untrustworthy as a defective bow,

For they triggered His wrath by setting up high places,

altars to strange gods in His land;

they aroused His jealousy by bowing down to idols in the shadow of His presence.

God boiled with wrath when He witnessed what they were doing;

He totally rejected Israel.

He deserted His own sanctuary at Shiloh,

the tent where He had lived in the midst of His people.

He handed His strength over to captivity;

He put His splendor under the enemy’s control.

He handed His people over to the sword,

and He was filled with anger toward His chosen ones;

He was burning with wrath!

A great fire consumed all the young men,

and the virgin girls were without the joy of their wedding songs.

Priests met their doom by the blade of a sword,

and widows had no tears to cry;

they could not weep.

Then the Lord awoke like a man who has been asleep,

like a warrior who has been overcome with wine.

He forced all His enemies back;

He defeated them, weighing them down with everlasting disgrace.

He even rejected the tent of Joseph as His home

and showed no favor toward the tribe of Ephraim.

Instead, He favored the tribe of Judah—

Mount Zion, the place He adored.

He built His sanctuary like the mountain heights;

like the earth, He created it to last forever.

He chose His servant David,

and called Him out of the sheep pastures.

From caring for the ewes, who gently nurse their young,

He called him to shepherd His people Jacob

and to look after Israel, His inheritance.

David shepherded them with the honor and integrity of his heart;

he led them in wisdom with strong and skillful hands.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 78 (The Voice)

[Psalm 67]

For the worship leader. A song accompanied by strings.

May God pour His grace and blessings into us

and turn His face to shine His light on us.

[pause]

So all those on earth will learn to follow Your way

and see Your saving power come to redeem all nations.

May all people live to praise You, Our True God;

may all come to praise You.

May all nations celebrate together, singing joy-filled songs of praise to You

because You judge the people fairly

and give guidance to all the nations of the earth.

[pause]

May the people praise You with their whole hearts, O God;

may every man, woman, and child on the earth praise You.

The land has supplied a bountiful harvest,

and the True God, our God, has poured out His blessings to us all.

God is the source of our blessings;

may every corner of the earth respect and revere Him.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 67 (The Voice)

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