#raisethed

[eleilinnrallin]

*hums in trying to write a poem about how as a queer Christian I find the cross, a symbol of suffering, being a symbol of Christianity mildly ironic, and thinking about it as a cross for queer people of faith, and how something about that really hits something inside of me that wants a poem or a song, but the words are failing but the hymn that prompted it is playing in my brain*

#Nearer my god to thee #nearer to thee #e'en though it be a cross that raiseth me #queerstake #I guess xD

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Isaiah 24:1

Behold, the Lord maketh the earth empty, and maketh it waste, and turneth it upside down, and scattereth abroad the inhabitants thereof.

Matthew 4:8

Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain, and sheweth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them

1 Chronicles 16:30

Fear before him, all the earth: the world also shall be stable, that it be not moved.

1 Samuel 2:8

He raiseth up the poor out of the dust, and lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill, to set them among princes, and to make them inherit the throne of glory: for the pillars of the earth are the Lord's, and he hath set the world upon them.

Joshua 10:13

And the sun stood still, and the moon stayed, until the people had avenged themselves upon their enemies. Is not this written in the book of Jasher? So the sun stood still in the midst of heaven, and hasted not to go down about a whole day.

Genesis 1:16-17

And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also. And God set them in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth

#bible #bible nonsense #christianity #bible study #religion is a mental illness

[crimsoncrocuta]

So raiseth your goblets, and drain them with pride!

Dror Ragzlin, the True Soul, hath led you galide!

#dror ragzlin #bg3 dror ragzlin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 hobgoblin

[fading--warmth]

Mayoshino layouts!

Christmas present 1/2 for @raisethe-velvet

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[sortiarus--de--naturas--daemonum]

Andrealphus, an infopost

For @sonofstarsnsea

Andealphus is a daemon featured in the Livre des Esperitz, Fasciculus Rerum Geomanticarum, Psuedomonarchia Daemonum, and the Ars Goetia.

Grimoire Entries

Livre des Esperitz- Tudiras Hoho

Tudiras Hoho is a great marquis who appears in the semblance of a beautiful virgin and makes man wise in all sciences, and he rurns him into a bird; and has 31 legions.

Fasciculus Rerum Geomanticarum- Nuduch, or Andrialfis Paelsis, appears in the likeness of a peacock, which makes a great noise; and assuming a human form he teaches all of geometry, and all of the arts pertaining thereto. He makes one discerning [xx] in the arts, and causes one to change into the likeness of a bird; he has thirty legions under him.

Psuedomonarchia Daemonum- Andrealphus

Andrealphus is a great marquesse, appearing as a pecocke, he raiseth great noises, and in humane shape perfectlie teacheth geometrie, and all things belonging to measurements, he maketh a man to be a subtill disputer, and cunning in astronomie, and transformeth a man into the likenes of a bird, and there are under him thirtie legions.

The Ars Goetia- Andrealphus

The Sixty-fifth Spirit is Andrealphus. He is a Mighty Marquis, appearing at first in the form of a Peacock, with great Noises. But after a time he putteth on Human shape. He can teach Geometry perfectly. He maketh Men very subtle therein; and in all Things pertaining unto Mensuration (Measuring) or Astronomy. He can transform a Man into the Likeness of a Bird. He governeth 30 Legions of Infernal Spirits, and his Seal is this Etc.

What you can work with her/him for

☆ Measurement

☆Air Magice

☆Orinthology

☆Geometry

☆Astronomy

☆Science

Offering ideas-

Astronomy Imagery, Bird Imagery, Peacock Imagery, Geometry tools, Rulers

#satanic witch #witchblr #witchcraft #demonology #witch community #demonolatry #luciferian #luciferian path #occult #occultism

[pharaoh-khan]

All thru Maat/The connotations of order of the bible/The Axis Mundi 1 Samuel 2:6-8

The LORD killeth, and maketh alive:

he bringeth down to the grave, and bringeth up.

The LORD maketh poor, and maketh rich:

he bringeth low, and lifteth up.

He raiseth up the poor out of the dust,

and lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill,

to set them among princes,

and to make them inherit the throne of glory:

for the pillars of the earth are the LORD's, and he hath set the world upon them. Psalms 75:6-7

For promotion cometh neither from the east,

nor from the west, nor from the south.

But God is the judge:

he putteth down one, and setteth up another. Proverbs 3:35

The wise shall inherit glory:

but shame shall be the promotion of fools. The rich and famous whoever in history are thee wise thee richest in human history/me/Pharaɸh Kh🖖🏽𓈖 Midae Heeru Yu𓆄 is thee most wise/meek not thru sin and being 𓅐 min womin cuz that is putting you in the fellahantry tomatoes thrown at spit upon scrub passenger of best friend ride peasantry

[blackjackkent]

OK, into the goblin camp. Rakha's dark urge bloodthirst was sated for a little while by killing the gobbos in the outer post, so we're not quite going in guns blazing, but if someone looks at her funny, heads are probably going to end up rolling. She's feeling very on edge after the Absolute's voice blindsided them on the bridge.

The most eye-catching (and ear-catching) thing happening in the celebration happening outside is, of course, Volo, who is being forced to sing by several of the goblins at swordpoint.

And the song is terrible.

"With fragulous crown and with scepter abrade, Dror Ragzlin short work of the innkeeper made! The inn burned to ash! The captives were many! Goblinkind had reduced them to cowering filfenny! So raiseth your goblets and drain them with pride! Dror Ragzlin, the True Soul, hath led you galide!"

Baffling. Rakha knows nothing of music - she didn't even get a chance to hear Alfira sing before the beast gutted her - but it's easy enough to see that this is meant to be entertainment, and in fact that the goblins seem to be enjoying it. But it is nonsense.

"I reckon Dror Ragzlin's the gobbo in charge," Wyll says thoughtfully, "the way this one's carrying on."

Rakha grunts. That explains some of it. Not all. "'Fragulous'?" she asks with some bewilderment. "'Galide'? I don't know this language."

She has wondered to herself on more than one occasion how she knows any language, when so much else seems to be lost to her. But the bard's strange tongue is most certainly a mystery.

One of the goblins gives her a disdainful glare. "Common, ye turnip," she snarls.

Rakha scowls. That very well might be true, and the words simply lost on her. She doesn't like the possibility much. Sometimes it feels as if for every bit of this world she starts to understand, she finds a hundred other things that spark no recognition at all.

-----

Wyll gives her a slight smile, seeing her confusion. "No fear," he says in an undertone, low enough only for her to hear. "They're no words I ever heard of either. He's making them up."

She feels herself relax just slightly at this gesture of encouragement. "For what purpose?"

"To make the goblins think he's smart, I suspect. And you, for that matter," he says with a soft laugh. "Though I don't think it will hold out for long - look there." And indeed, Volo seems to have lost the thread of his song, and one of the goblins is in the process of hustling him off the stage with a kick. "Ouch."

"As I told you," Lae'zel puts in dryly. "A master only of falsehoods. And perhaps foolishness."

-----

The rest of the courtyard is full of celebrating goblins. Rakha gathers, from overheard conversations, that they are celebrating a raid on a nearby settlement, the capture of some important prisoner. None of them seem to notice Rakha's presence particularly, which makes a certain amount of sense - Nettie did say they would likely take the tadpole infection as indication that they are all on the same side.

Two particular things catch her attention - the first is the owlbear cub they first spotted in the cave with its mother some days back. There's no sign of the large one, but the cub is being tormented by one of the goblins, who is trying to get everyone nearby into a game of 'chicken-chasing.'

Rakha has no interest in the game, and would happily skewer the goblin, but as for the little beast...

She remembers Wyll's guidance for befriending Scratch, and crouches down to its height, sticking a hand out for it to sniff.

Narrator: You notice a shiver run through his feathered coat - fear, a desperate longing for the safety of his nest. But his mother is gone - taken. All that's left are these creatures.

She snorts softly. Adrift. As I am.

Offer him your hand. He can follow your scent to your camp in the wilderness.

"Oh, thank the gods," Gale says dryly. "I did worry you might be about to lash out with another kick."

"That was not my choice," Rakha mutters. "I've no quarrel with the beast."

Wyll smiles. "He'll make a fine addition to camp, if we can get him there."

In the end it doesn't take much effort to frighten the goblins into letting the cub go. With a joyful hoot, it barrels off into the distance at top speed.

-----

The other moment of interest is a drunk goblin holding forth to several others in one corner of the courtyard - and who, seeing Rakha, decides unilaterally that they are going to have a problem.

"And who're you?" he shouts up towards her. "Nother pest? Think ya rule the world just cuz ya got a scary face? Hah!"

Rakha glares at him silently, irritation stirring rapidly into anger in the back of her mind. The goblin - unfortunately for him - keeps talking.

"We got the Absolute on our side now. Ya better learn yer place! Go on - kiss my foot, or I'll wipe that nasty look right off yer face!"

The anger slides into rage, like a worn and comfortable glove sliding back onto a fist. Her vision whites out at the corners and she feels the beast stir in her head.

Lae'zel hisses with similar annoyance. "End him or leave him," she snaps sharply. "But don't you dare grovel to this slug."

Rakha feels a cool smile twist her lips. In this, she and Lae'zel are very much alike. The disrespect is guaranteed to call up the rage faster than anything else. And this creature will suffer for it now - it only matters how.

Kill, says the beast. Kill. Make him bleed. Pull him apart, piece by piece by bloody piece until there is nothing left.

She feels her control slipping, the hunger suddenly surging up again, inescapable.

Ponder how it would taste to bite his toe clean off.

Yes. That would be good. Turn the tables. Pull him apart. Make him suffer. Make it hurt. Make the blood poor from his foot as he tries to fight back and dies, and dies, and dies...

Narrator: You kneel before him, eagerly feigning reverence.

Before she fully realizes it, she has moved beyond thought into movement, her knees hitting the cold, damp stone. Her head drops; she can smell the stink of the goblin, overwhelming, before everything fades out and the beast takes over completely, her jaws closing like a predator around the goblin's foot.

Narrator: But with one quick snatch, you envelop a toe in your foul maw.

(A/N: Definitely trying to take all Dark Urge choices that don't involve a companion death, but also this is GROSS lol. Ew.)

Narrator: The toe itself tastes of curd, cave-aged, with thick helpings of rancid gristle.

The goblin screams, matching the dark screaming in her head. She tastes his blood on her tongue and it is intoxicating like fine wine. The bitter flesh contrasts with it, stokes the hunger higher still. She wants more. She wants him to bleed and scream and die under her blade. He mocked her and he will suffer...

She reawakens in a blood-hungry haze. The goblin's toe is clutched in one fist, dripping hot across her palm. The goblin is still screaming with pain and rage.

"You fiend! I'll teach you some respect!"

-----

"When I said end him," Lae'zel says, unsheathing her sword as the nearest goblins close around them, "that was not what I meant."

"Now who's acting surprised when they shouldn't be?" Gale says dryly. "Ow!" he adds, as Lae'zel elbows him sharply in the ribs.

-----

Several of the goblins crowd around to join in the fray, but Rakha and Lae'zel are both of a single mind, focused on the one that started the whole business - the one currently bleeding heavily out of one foot. And when he falls, Rakha is very satisfied to see that he begs, at once.

"Wait - I yield! I yield!" he bellows, terrified, as Rakha stands over him.

Rakha could not care less. This is beyond her now, and there is only the beast, and it will not be calmed until the goblin is dead. Lae'zel clearly feels the same.

Wyll and Gale have been watching this play out with some bemusement, a little further back. Gale looks troubled, but Wyll has his eyes narrowed, and to Rakha's distant surprise, he sounds almost as angry as she feels when he speaks.

"He wants mercy. I say show it to him - decisively."

Ignore his pleading and prepare for the finishing blow.

Lae'zel smiles in satisfaction as Rakha's knife slides from its sheathe. "A fine show of force," she murmurs. "The worms shall feast tonight."

The goblin panics completely and begins scuttling away in a desperate attempt to escape as Rakha closes with him. "HELP!" he screams. Faces from all over the camp begin to turn and look towards them. "HELP ME!"

Rakha's knife slides into his mouth and pins him to the wall behind him, and a roar goes through the whole camp.

"So much for a quiet entrance," Gale says wearily. "Yes, yes, I know," he adds as Lae'zel shoots him a glare. "I should have expected it."

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #this one got long :P #but yay Durge dialogue! #gross durge dialogue :P #and all the violence we could have expected i suppose :P #poor gale #i'm pretty sure he is the least comfortable in the team with rakha by FAR

[i-am-having-a-moment-here]

So today I decided to pay attention to the text in Gabriel's matchbox and it says:

"Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out." Job 41:19

My first though was: isn't that actually what Crowley did when he stepped into hellfire for Aziraphale?

I mean:

I looked it up in the Bible and the quote and the whole chapter refer to the Leviathan, but couldn't it also apply to Crowley? Without giving it a lot of thought, at least these verses sound a lot like him:

3: Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee? 4: Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? 8: Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more. 18: By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. 19: Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. 20: Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. 21: His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. 24: His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. 25: When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

I'm sure that greater minds than mine will find a way to relate the rest of the verses to him, further analyse the whole thing and maybe come up with a whole theory based on this, so I'm just leaving it here to feed the fandom thinking machine.

#go2 spoilers #the matchbox #Job 41:19 #Crowley #leviathan #my stuff #fan theories #hellfire #Good Omens

[orthodoxadventure]

Prayer for all sick people

O Lord Almighty, healer of our souls and bodies, Who putteth down and raiseth up, Who chastiseth and health also; now, in Thy great mercy, visit our brothers and sisters who are sick. Stretch forth Thy hand that is full of healing and health, and raise them up, and cure them of their illness. Put away from them the spirit of disease and of every malady, pain and fever to which they are bound. And if they have sins and transgressions, grant to them remission and forgiveness, for Thou lovest humankind. Yea, O Lord my God, have pity on Thy creation, through the compassions of Thine only-begotten Son, together with Thine all-holy, good, and life-creating Spirit, with whom Thou art blessed, both now and ever, and to ages of ages.

#Christianity #Orthodox Christianity #Prayer #God #Healing

[pugzman3]

Psalms chapter 113

1 Praise ye the LORD. Praise, O ye servants of the LORD, praise the name of the LORD.

2 Blessed be the name of the LORD from this time forth and for evermore.

3 From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the LORD'S name is to be praised.

4 The LORD is high above all nations, and his glory above the heavens.

5 Who is like unto the LORD our God, who dwelleth on high,

6 Who humbleth himself to behold the things that are in heaven, and in the earth!

7 He raiseth up the poor out of the dust, and lifteth the needy out of the dunghill;

8 That he may set him with princes, even with the princes of his people.

9 He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the LORD.

[fading--warmth]

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Christmas gift 2/2 for @raisethe-velvet ♡

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[anastpaul]

Our Morning Offering – 21 September – Exsultet Orbis! Let the World Rejoice!

Our Morning Offering – 21 September – Feast of St Matthew – Apostle and Evangelist Exsultet Orbis!Let the World Rejoice!Unknown Author Now let the earth with joy resound,And Heaven the chant re-echo round;Nor Heaven nor earth too high can raiseThe great Apostles’ glorious praise. O ye who, throned in glory dread,Shall judge the living and the dead,Lights of the world forever more!To you the…

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#exsultetorbis! #feastofstmatthew #lettheworldrejoice

[talonabraxas]

The Olympic Spirits – Bethor, Ruler of Jupiter Bethor governeth those things which are ascribed to Jupiter : he soon cometh being called. He that is dignified with his character, he raiseth to very great dignities, to cast open treasures: he reconcileth the spirits of the aire, that they give true answers: they transport precious stones from place to place, and they make medicines to work miraculously in their effects: he giveth also familiars of the firmament, and prolongeth life to 700 yeares if God will.He hath under him 42 Kings, 35 Princes, 28 Dukes, 21 Counsellors, 14 Ministers, 7 Messengers, 29000 legions of Spirits.

[pharaoh-khan]

1 Samuel 2:6-8

The LORD killeth, and maketh alive:

he bringeth down to the grave, and bringeth up.

The LORD maketh poor, and maketh rich:

he bringeth low, and lifteth up.

He raiseth up the poor out of the dust,

and lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill,

to set them among princes,

and to make them inherit the throne of glory:

for the pillars of the earth are the LORD's, and he hath set the world upon them. All The connotations of Maat/The Bible

[opalid]

Canst thou draw out Leviathan with a hook? Or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? Canst thou put a hook into his nose, or bore his jaw through with a thorn? Will he make many supplications unto thee? Will he speak soft words unto thee? Will he make a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him as a servant for ever? Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? Shall the companions make a banquet of him? Shall they parcel him among the merchants? Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears? Lay thine hand upon him; remember the battle, and do so no more! Behold, the hope against him is in vain. Shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? None is so fierce that dare stir him up. Who then is able to stand before Me? Who hath come before Me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine. I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion. Who can uncover the face of his garment? Or who can come to him with his double bridle? Who can open the doors of his face? His teeth are terrible round about. His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a tight seal. One is so near to another that no air can come between them. They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. By his sneezings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. The folds of his flesh are joined together; they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved. His heart is as firm as a stone, yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid; by reason of breakings they purify themselves. The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold the spear, the dart, nor the breastplate. He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned by him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. Sharp potsherds are his undersides; he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. He beholdeth all high things; he is a king over all the children of pride.

Job 41

[deiasilva10]

“None is so fierce that dare stir him(her) up. Round about his(her) teeth is terror. His(Her) back is made of rows of shields, his(her) scales cannot be sundered. In his(her) neck abides strength, and terror dances before him(her)…When he(she) raiseth himself(herself) up, the mighty are afraid… He(She) maketh the deep to boil like a pot. Upon earth is not his(her) like, a creature without fear.”

-- Job 41:12-34 --

Rhaenys Targaryen and Meleys, The Red Queen

#rhaenystargaryen rhaenystargaryenvelaryon rhaenysmeleys meleys meleystheredqueen corlysvelaryon houseofthedragon hotd