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[ FIVE CONFESSIONS ] send for five times the receiver almost says ‘i love you’ and the one time they do. — Stella and G'raha, or Mako and T'sori
1. It was a difficult choice, but G'raha knew in his heart that it was the right one. He would put the tower into a deep slumber, with himself inside. The survivors of the fourth Umbral Calamity wished for it to become a beacon of hope. Asking anyone to give up their freedom and remain inside the tower was a monumental request, but it was necessary. Meeting her changed everything for G'raha, and now he had regrets that he didn't anticipate before. Stella Caelum the warrior of light. His inspiration and so much more.
The connection that they had to both the tower and each other went beyond this era. Although he had promised to see her again, choosing to do this would ultimately separate them. How long would it be until G'raha saw her again, if ever? Is there even a possibility that the tower will awaken in the near future? The Miqo'te suddenly felt a tightness in his chest as he felt how much she had changed in his life in such a short period of time.
Her smile illuminated any room, the way they shared countless nights gathered around the campfire. Just talking. It didn’t matter what the topic was about, he simply enjoyed listening to Stella. The way her voice sounded incredibly angelic. It made the scholar recall how he almost mistook the Au Ra for a goddess.
G'raha admits he lacked an understanding of love, mostly in terms of experiencing a deep emotional bond with another individual. Yes, he may have had a slight crush on his childhood friend years ago, but at the time, he didn't think much of it. He was only a child back then. With Stella, she turned his entire world upside down. He experienced emotions that no one had ever been able to evoke in him before. The way his heart would skip a beat at the sight of her. It truly was maddening how much one woman consumed his thoughts.
He met her that night at the oasis, which Stella had discovered near the camp their first day here. It would be the last time he would probably see her, so G’raha sung a ballad. One that he had written specifically for her. There was so much more the Miqo’te wanted to say to her. To speak those three words that appeared delicate but carried so much significance.
‘I love you…’
However, he couldn't bear to do that to her - listening to her cries as the doors closed. It was enough to shatter his heart and soul. Slowly G’raha raised his hand to shield his eyes, tears streaming down his face. This situation was not fair at all. He longed to be able to join her. To journey to new worlds together. An adventure unlike any they had ever seen. But most of all, he wanted to speak his feelings.. lay everything bare. She was his world. That was the truth.
2. Lying to Stella and pretending that G'raha didn't exist in this realm was truly unbearable, especially considering that he was the very man she had asked about so many times. He was aware that it was wrong to appear indifferent, but he wondered how the plan to save her could succeed if she knew the truth. No. He was well aware how things would go if the Au Ra knew who he truly was beneath the hood.
It was painful to witness as the light gradually consumed her from within. He spent countless nights staying awake, watching over her from his tower. Watching as she tossed and turned, unable to even pull her close. To finally whispered the words that he had kept hidden in his heart for centuries.
His fingers tightened around his staff as he recalled the day he had woken from his slumber. He longed to find his beloved warrior of light more than anything else. However, upon learning of her death at the hands of Black Rose. His world was completely shattered. G'raha had lost Stella before she even became aware of his feelings. He felt a deep ache as he stood near her grave. The memorial was a beautiful tribute to the woman who had made significant contributions to the world, but it failed to fully capture her essence.
He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, his fingers delicately tracing the engraved name. He was heartbroken because his beloved Star had disappeared, and his mind was consumed with thoughts of her beautiful smile. After that day, he made the decision to find any way possible to prevent this future from happening. G'raha was willing to pay the price, even if it took centuries. Stella will not meet the same fate as Mako. He would not allow the woman he loves to fade from this world.
“You love her don’t you?” Lyna spoke as she entered the room. The exarch smiled slightly as he reached up to trace Stella's image reflected in the mirror with his fingers. He had spent countless nights lying awake, haunted by the memory of her.
“If I were to say yes now, it would cause me to hesitate. She is someone that the world cannot afford to lose.”
If only they knew she was his world—that the Exarch couldn’t afford to lose her again. The mere thought of her possibly fading from this world again shattered him. It shocked the Exarch to his very soul, and without a doubt, the advisor knew that it would undoubtedly be his downfall this time.
Crystal's finger delicately traced the curves of Stella's reflection, as tears began to cascade down the sides of the exarch's face. He deeply regretted his decision to sleep with the tower. When he had chosen not to reveal everything in his heart to Stella.The Exarch wanted to be with the person he loved so much. The centuries had not dimmed that wish, either. His body began to sway slowly, and he had a feeling that he might slump into the wall. However, Lyna was already by his side, providing support.
3. For centuries, the Exarch had dedicated himself to prioritizing the needs of the people in the Crystarium. While also attempting to find a way to prevent the timeline in which Stella died. This involved hiding the truth from the Au Ra, which was not something he enjoyed, but it was required. Knowing his identity would only cloud her judgment if she were to realize exactly who he was to her. The pink haired woman would also not hesitate to fiercely oppose his plan, and that was something he couldn't handle.
The day was filled with sunshine, and everyone was occupied with their respective tasks. In order to clear his head, the Exarch made the decision to take one of his daily walks around the city. He used to do it frequently in the past, but as time went on, it became increasingly challenging for him to even leave the tower. Seeing him out and about did brighten the faces of the citizens, though. They considered the Exarch their leader, although he never claimed the title. Lyna had even given him a lecture once, advising him that the best course of action would be to go outside and get some fresh air.
Typically, the Exarch would stroll through the entire city, but today was an exception. As he turned, he heard the sound of Stella's laughter echoing through the air. He observed the cherished warrior of light, bending down, while a child delicately placed a flower crown on her head. The sight alone caused his heart to flutter slightly. Furthermore, the fact that the flowers were lilies didn't help the situation either, as the Exarch had come to associate their fragrance with Stella. It made surpassing his emotions that much harder.
"Exarch, I had an inkling that you would soon take on your routine daily walk. "Stella spoke," her voice resonated within his heart like a captivating melody. He was slightly surprised that she had noticed such a minor detail, but then again, she was his star. The woman didn't let even a tiny thing escape her notice. It was one of the reasons, it made concealing his plan that much more difficult. The Au Ra picked up on so much. Even the first moment she had arrived, the question she asked first was about him or well, G'raha Tia. The man he once was..a long time ago.
"My friend, tis good to see you awake. I had meant to stop by and check on how you were feeling."
Last night, Stella retired to her chambers shortly after the scions had returned to the Crystarium. The weariness on the face of the Warrior of Light was unmistakable, not to mention the pain she felt from absorbing the light of the defeated light warden yet one more thing the Exarch felt responsible for, the woman he loved was suffering because of him.
The Exarch had little time to gather his thoughts, as a group of children kindly guided him to where they were sitting. The child leaned forward and delicately placed a beautiful flower crown on top of his hood. As the Exarch sat down next to Stella, a warm feeling enveloped his heart. Just being this close to her caused his chest to skip a beat.
"They mentioned receiving assistance from the pixies making these. A gift for the kind Exarch." Stella smiled as she reached up to straighten the crown resting on top of his hood. The Exarch froze upon realizing how close Stella was. The fragrance of lilies filled the air, while the woman smiled.
It would be an effortless endeavor to gently lean in and delicately press his lips against hers, yet such an act appeared to be driven by a sense of self-indulgence. In the end, her heart shall forever be enchanted by G'raha Tia. The man he had once been a long time ago, yet that time had passed.
With a gentle touch, his hand, as pure as crystal, caressed Stella's cheek, delicately tucking away a few stray strands of her luscious hair behind her ear. In a fleeting instant, he could have sworn that a rosy hue graced the face of the valiant Warrior, yet perhaps it was merely the yearning desires of his heart playing tricks on his sight. How could her heart possibly be filled with love for him at this very moment? The tower's enchantment forever altered his body and left him transformed. However, the mere sight of her now ignited a whirlwind of emotions within him. The gentle caress of sunlight upon her cherry blossom colored hair, the alluring curves of her lips as they formed into a captivating smile, winning the hearts of those around her. It was enough to make his touch linger delicately against the softness of her cheek.
"I beg your pardon if this appears out of line… but you, Stella, possess an exquisite beauty," murmured the Exarch, allowing his facade to momentarily crumble. Hopefully that wouldn't reveal anything, as he hadn't uttered her name since she graced this place with her presence.
"You should marry" whispered a child, causing the Exarch's heart to skip a beat. A blush adorned his cheeks as he pondered the idea of intertwining his life with Stella's. Not due to any aversion, but rather because it had occurred so frequently in his dreams. Referring to her as his beloved wife…that would surpass any fantasy he had ever dared to envision.
"I..."
In that very moment, his heart yearned to declare his deepest emotions, yet the Exarch was unable to do so. His plan was on the verge of reaching fruition. If he were to indulge in that single, fleeting moment with her, it would shatter Stella's heart when he inevitably went away. He simply couldn't bear to inflict such pain upon her heart, not again. Not even if his longing to be reunited with her burned within him for countless lifespans.
Just say it G'raha...tell Stella you love her.
4. G'raha glanced at the clock, realizing that it had been days since Stella had embarked on her most recent adventure. Although a significant part of the mage desired to accompany her, he had too many obligations to attend to in his current location. He pouted when he saw the large amount of paperwork that had accumulated while he was away. If he could just wave his hand and make all of this finished, then maybe he could've gone with her.
His ears gently drooped, as the scholar gracefully reclined in his seat. Pausing for a moment, his gaze gracefully drifted towards a captivating photograph of Stella and himself, tenderly nestled upon the desk. It was but a mere moment after their triumphant return. In that enchanting moment, she stood before him, her delicate arms tenderly embracing his strong frame from the side, as the Au Ra leaned in, her lips gently caressing the side of his face.
"I have yet to utter those three words…" G'raha murmured, gently shutting the tome that had enraptured his attention. Indeed, it was abundantly clear that the two harbored profound sentiments for one another. Even the other Scions had playfully taunted them about it. There were no obstacles left to hinder their path, so why had he not yet whispered those three enchanting words? The ones he had longed to utter for countless ages to his beloved Stella. Perchance, in the depths of his soul, he sensed that she was deserving of a love more exquisite than what he could offer. In the depths of his heart, he remained burdened by the weight of his past actions, for he had forsaken her once before. Not by his own choosing, but regardless it had still brought the warrior of light pain. To add to the anguish, he felt guilty for the pain she had suffered on the first behalf.
She possessed a beauty that surpassed all comparisons. The mere sound of her laughter had the power to brighten an entire room. She was adored by many, but the mere thought of someone else capturing the love of his life was unbearable. It stirred a painful ache in the depths of his stomach.
With a gentle touch, the fiery-haired mage delved into his pocket, his eyes fixated upon a mysterious ebony case. One fateful day, he would summon the courage to pose that monumental question, baring his heart and soul. But not until he mustered the bravery to extend his hand towards her, and utter those tender words. He had no fear of being turned away, for she had demonstrated her boundless affection for him.
She was the only thing, he yearned not to relinquish…never again. For countless eternities, the sight of her resting place tore his heart asunder. The manner in which his dearest was whisked away from this realm. In truth, G'raha's heart trembled at the mere thought of losing Stella once more. To be forsaken and endeavor to forge ahead, but was it possible for him? No…deep down inside, a fragment of his being was aware that if such a moment were to transpire again…that his heart would cease to beat. She completed the very essence of his being. Stella was his entire world, that had never changed.
G'raha's ears perked up, attuned to the subtle sounds of the world around him. The creaking of the front door caught his attention, and his anticipation grew. He had been eagerly awaiting Stella's return, hoping to catch a glimpse of her radiant presence. However, his heart skipped a beat as his eyes fell upon a different sight altogether. There, standing before him, were the esteemed Scions, their presence commanding and their expressions grave. In the arms of the valiant Thancred, Stella appeared, her once vibrant countenance now marred by a trail of crimson. The sight sent a chill down G'raha's spine, freezing his very core.
Adorning her delicate frame were an array of vivid bruises, each a testament to the trials she had endured. A bandage, carefully encircling her forehead, served as a visible reminder of the battle scars she carried. The weighty tome slipped from his grasp, tumbling to the ground with a resounding thud, as G'raha hurriedly made his way to Stella's side. The remaining scion healers gently guided her to the plush sofa, their hands steady and their expressions filled with determination. They began infusing her body with magic, trying anything to heal the wounds she had suffered.
"Stella!" G'raha exclaimed, his voice filled with anguish, tears streaming down his cheeks like a gentle rain. With a desperate longing, his outstretched mage hand yearned to touch hers, as if seeking solace in their connection.
Do not forsake me, my star, for I cannot bear the pain of living without you.
5.With a gentle exhale, G'raha cast his gaze upon his reflection in the mirror. Today, he had summoned the courage to invite Stella on a romantic rendezvous to the enchanting city of Kugane. The sight of the land had eluded his gaze until now, and a deep longing stirred within him as he pondered the profound affection the Au Ra held for the enchanting festivities Kugane would have each year.
G'raha wasted no time in making himself, thus he swiftly arrived at the beautiful bridge where Stella had suggested they rendezvous. Fortunately, it proved to be an easy task to find, lest G'raha feared he would have become entangled in the labyrinth of confusion.
As he cast his gaze upon his watch, the mage could feel his heart flutter with anticipation, for he knew that in but a few fleeting moments, Stella would grace him with her presence. In a tender gesture, he paused, his heart captivated by the allure of cherry blossoms. With a gentle touch, he acquired a stunning pair of cherry blossom hairpieces, one for each of them. It was a splendid occasion, a festival dedicated to the enchanting bloom of the flower, and also a joyous celebration. Stella's birthday.
Stella's heart danced with delight, as she took a little more time than expected to prepare herself. But the mere notion that G'raha had carefully orchestrated this special day for them filled her with anticipation. Her heart was filled with affection, particularly given how occupied G'raha had been with own duties once returning to the source.
Their night began with a graceful dance, where the two found themselves surrounded by couples, their presence only intensifying the emotions the two shared. G'raha pulled Stella into his embrace, their foreheads gently touching, as their eyes locked in a loving gaze, observing each other's moves. Their hearts beat in perfect harmony, their souls intertwined in a dance of love.
G'raha's heart skipped a beat, his senses heightened as his ears delicately twitched and danced. With a gentle touch, his hand gracefully caressed Stella's hip, drawing her nearer until their bodies were intimately pressed together.
"My dearest, you are truly a vision of exquisite beauty."
G'raha's chest rose and fell, as he mustered the courage to reveal the depths of his heart. With a gentle inclination, he pressed his lips against Stella's delicate hand, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. Then, he gracefully guided her away from the enchanting dance floor, leading her to a hidden nook where they could be alone together. Surrounded by a delicate embrace of cherry blossom trees, it offered a breathtaking vista of the sun gracefully descending beyond the horizon.
"Stella…our journey has been filled with countless trials, yet you have graciously pardoned me for my transgressions…for an eternity, I battled to overcome the torment I inflicted upon you. The moonlit evenings you spent shedding tears, my love…while I concealed the truth from your tender heart. You never harbored any disdain towards me for that, my love. It is abundantly clear, but ever since that fateful day our paths intertwined, my heart has been captivated by your essence. I have adored you with the entirety of my being, pouring out my love from the depths of my soul. The time we spent apart, my love, inflicted a pain upon my heart that surpassed all other sorrows." whispered G'raha, as he leaned in and press his lips to hers again.
"I love you...I love you so much." he muttered over and over again, as he kissed every freckle across her face. Their hands intertwined, as the sun set behind them, with cherry blossom petals floating around the two. It truly was worth it. All of it.
#— ❛❛ //Final Fantasy XIV¦I will tell you a tale. A tale of a world on the brink.・ 「 Main Verse」#— ❛❛ // G'RAHA TIA ¦ Your love will be the compass of my heart ・ 「 Diademreigned」#— ❛❛ // CRYSTAL EXARCH ¦ Across time and space I will always love you・ 「 Diademreigned」#— ❛❛ // STELLA CAELUM & CRYSTAL EXARCH ¦DYNAMIC・ 「You are my star the one I can ill afford to lose」#— ❛❛ // STELLA CAELUM & G'RAHA TIA ¦DYNAMIC・ 「The vicious cycle was over The moment you smiled at me」#ooc: These got a little long but I enjoyed writing these small little drabbles..the prompt fits them so well too#If you ever want to do one of these for a future thread we could too one day. I know a few we already have but yeah here is some soft dear#I might do one of these for Mako and Tsori too because it fits them too#I uh just have a lot of feels for these two ;w;#tw:long post
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What the hell is going on
This is my pride and joy (random bullshit comic ^)
I felt like drawing the most cringe thing I could possibly think up
While simultaneously putting the most effort I've ever put into a comic before
ヽ(｡◕o◕｡)ﾉ <(me when I draw backgroundn)
I'm so sorry if you're finding this because of the fandom tags
AlsoMe when the emoticons ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
(oh fucn oh god)
#this js just hss if it was current events#OK i wanted to draw something dramatic#and the best my goofy ahb brain thought up was phantom shenanigans#based on a true tsory#(real)#real events not clickbait irl gone wrong#hes a little shit#┐( ˘_˘)┌#digital art#artists on tumblr#comic#illistration#the gang#alters#did system#plural community#danny phantom#dragons#azar#truth#pearl
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I should write Meet me in the woods
I should write Meet me in the woods
I should write Meet me in the woods
I should write Meet me in the woods
I should write Meet me in the woods
I should write Meet me in the woods
#its been almost a month since my last update and i still cant write again#whats happening this is my oc story why cant i get words to paper what the heeeeeelll#nisi rambles#not that anyone cares for this tsory very much but still...
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British MILF Jasmine Jae Breaks Sexual Dryspell with Boss
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Horny Babe Masturbating for Big Cock on Omegle
Brunette Ex Girlfriend Rebel Lynn Reverse Mounted Fucking
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Jerking dick on toilet
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Thick Dick for Tiny Ebony Spinner Kendall Woods
#three-move#tricing#rehoused#overturns#fefnicute#antihistamines#climbing#sucklebush#scyphistomae#meteoroid#cystiferous#ATT#econometrist#deputyship#mismade#tsoris#unscalableness#roosterteeth#tights#predilected
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Names of God: Jehovah Tsori
Names of God: Jehovah Tsori
Jehovah Tsori means the Lord my strength
May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:14
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WARNING: Loud!
I discovered this back in December, during Yssaia week. I had interest in covering this song, but the way the lyrics fell against the instrumental in the middle portion was a bit difficult for me to follow. This version contains modifications for some of the lyrics and the melody.
The recording quality of my voice drops towards the end a bit, some of my singing doesn't 100% fit the beat, but I'm happy enough to finally cover this song.
Credits:
Original song [ver. Arlasaire] [ver. Kinnavaris] by @amaiguri and RigzProductions.
Lyrics:
A Svanihk zyov tosvirizavi
U Zyovinav svoni a zavlya
Myar Somenihk ziri rizigi ihsva?
El rizigiz traidi tiarna ta riz ziri
E mye myarziriz traidiz ziriz
Svana ta Lihsvana tsa rizid
Ziri tsori vyagiz revana
E fyagi ihsva, iva sven el dave
Ziri tsori ihsva travshe "El sheli ihsvani" keni
Ziri tsori "A zalya Sheli ihsva" keni?
Myediz ihdriza, fetziri Yeulia
Ta urav aria
Ta raz ihsva "Rizigi" keni
Myar Somenihk ziriz hali
Ihsvihk Myar Somenihk ziriz hali travshe myi
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OHMGGDIDHDJ WE GOT WDNPTEO WKHDIDJ I ONLY JUST NOTICED BC I HAVEN'T BEEN ON TUMBLR I FOUND OUT THROUGH PHILS TSORY ONGNFBD FINALLY
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Father's day and Joel being Joel
"I had the entire thing planned out."
"Of course you did," Imogene says.
Midge huffs as she sips her drink on their lunch date. "It starts Saturday afternoon. Mei picks up Ethan and Esther from my place, and I pick up Kitty at the airport. Sunday morning is kids time. Breakfast. Breakfast is fun and easy and inexpensive and if a couple eggs wind up on the floor, fine."
"Right. No crying over spilt morning orange juice."
"Exactly. Ethan, Esther and Xiulan help Mei make Joel breakfast, I take Kitty to Lenny's and surprise him, and we go out for breakfast. Then, Mei and Joel and the kids do lunch with her parents."
"Makes sense," Imogene says.
"And then in the evening, all the kids are left with Zelda - who is a saint, by the way, looking after five children, because my brother was coming down with his son - and the Maisels, Weissmans and Bruces go out to dinner with the grandparents so my father and Joel's have a nice time."
"It didn't happen that way," Imogene surmises.
"It did," Midge tells her. "But there was so much tsoris around it."
"What happened?"
"Joel wanted more time with the kids."
"He had all day."
"Yes, he did."
"All day wasn't enough?"
"Apparently not."
"By the time the sun sets, Archie is ready to jump out a window."
"He wanted more time."
Imogene stares. "...Okay."
"He says he wants to bring the kids to dinner with us," Midge tells her.
"That's five extra people," Imogene says, doing the math. "There were already ten people in your party."
"Yes there were."
"You and Lenny, Joel and Mei, Noah and Astrid, Abe and Rose, Moishe and Shirley. That's ten people on your reservation."
"That's correct."
"Fifteen people, two of them babies, the restaurant would have murdered you all."
"I told him that."
"That's insane."
"I told him that, too."
"So what happened?"
"I suggested a compromise," Midge tells her. "The two oldest kids get to come to dinner. So that's Ethan and Kitty. That way he gets one of the kids, and Ethan has someone to play with and he won't be so bored that he sneaks into the restaurant's kitchen and lights himself on fire, and as a bonus, Lenny gets extra time with Kitty."
"Eight-year-olds are tough."
"No kidding. But it's not good enough. Joel wants Esther and Xiulan to come, too."
"Xiulan isn't even two."
"Correct."
"Doesn't your father hate eating out with the kids?" Imogene asks.
"Loathes," Midge corrects her. "Papa loathes eating out with the kids. He loathes eating at the table at home with the kids. He says dinner is adult time."
"So then what happened?"
"I told Joel that taking five kids to a crowded restaurant with a party of ten adults is nuts, and that if he wants to spend time with the kids so badly, he should stay home and order takeout."
"What about Moishe?"
"That's what he said."
"So what happened?"
"He dropped it," Midge says. "And scheduled an extra day for him to have the kids next week."
"Thank god."
"He pouted through most of dinner."
"Jeez."
"I'm just thankful I didn't have to go home with him," Midge says. "Lenny did call to check in on Kitty three times during dinner though."
"What?"
"He's out of practice," Midge explains. "He's not used to having Kitty but not his mother around to help look after her, so if he has to leave her with someone else, his anxiety hits the roof."
"That's...sweet?" Imogene tries. "Insane, but sweet."
"Meanwhile, Shirley is bullying the waiter, Mama has ordered an army of martinis and Mei, Noah and Papa get into a debate about ethical scientific practices."
"That sounds..."
Midge nods. "I'm exhausted. We got home from dinner and I barely made it out of my shoes before I was asleep. I am dreading the next get-together."
"Isn't that your birthday?"
"Do not remind me."
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people asking u if ur straight like ur obviously a woman who is also a gay dude who is also a straight woman but in a bisexual way (enjoys feminine men) . some people need to learn their hs-tsory ... 😔
Best ask I've ever received
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WAIT DO THEY JUST SIT THERE FOR THE ENTIRETY OF THE TSORY OF CHESS AND MERANO? huh. did not notice that before
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HUAMSDN CAN PROABBSAYL BE DOEN TOO BY NUJRSE JOUY RIGHT???? PEHELP!!! IM CLAIGN HOWLD ON
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TSORY THAT WHAHSNNN DATALS
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2 Chronicles 28: 14-15. "The Page."
14 So the soldiers gave up the prisoners and plunder in the presence of the officials and all the assembly.
15 The men designated by name took the prisoners, and from the plunder they clothed all who were naked. They provided them with clothes and sandals, food and drink, and healing balm. All those who were weak they put on donkeys. So they took them back to their fellow Israelites at Jericho, the City of Palms, and returned to Samaria.
The Gematria for this section explains how civilized societies work, all in one simple schematic:
The value is 8488 which is ח ףדף "A page."
The Torah scroll is a long scroll containing the entire text of the Five Books of Moses, hand-written by a pious scribe in the original Hebrew. It is rolled up around two ornate wooden shafts, attached to either end of the scroll.
Kept in the Ark of each synagogue, the Torah scroll is routinely read aloud in all synagogues, and in its presence we offer prayers and blessings for all those in need. We read from the Torah scroll four times a week, on Shabbat morning, Shabbat afternoon, and on Monday and Thursday mornings. In addition, the Torah is read on many Jewish festivals, the first day(s) of the new Hebrew month and fast days.
Yet the Torah scroll is much more than that. It is the core representation of Judaism itself. It is the tangible embodiment of our connection to G‑d and of His wisdom and guidance. On the most joyous day of the year, we embrace it in our arms, as we dance ecstatically and celebrate that connection. Our holiest and most precious treasure, the Torah, is literally G‑d's gift to the world. The Torah is our guide to life. Actually, the Torah is our life. Without it, the Jewish People cannot live. It is the heart, mind and soul of Judaism, right there in front of you, black on white.
This section from 2 Chronicles summarizes all that mankind is supposed to do accordign to the Torah.
Men are not supposed to keep prisoners as slaves. We are not to be slaves to another man, mankind is to respect laws that protect others from slavery, exploitation and oppression.
We are to clothe each other's nakedness in the identity of freedmen, and educate each one to the fullest, then employ each to the fullest, give them victories over ignorance, injustice, the elements, all that gets in the way of survival and prosperity.
Healing balm, tsori, is from the mastic tree, Pistacia lentiscus. Mastic is a kind of chewing gum that is used medicinally to cure bad breath, which was said to cause marriages to fail. The Kabbalah of smell is to inhale the essence of what is pleasing about life and share it with others:
"Fragrance is not palpable, and neither are the benefits it offers. Kabbalah teaches that smell is the connection of the physical and spiritual, our connection to the soul.
In the story of Creation, after G‑d formed Adam out of earth, “He breathed into his nostrils the soul of life.”1 The connection between the nose and the soul remains. Olfaction is a sensation of the soul, the soul benefiting or suffering from pleasing or disturbing aromas. The physical person’s ability to share the sensations provided by smell is a window into the world of the soul."
It sounds like our prisoners needed a lot of help, which they were given including donkey rides all the way home= Mashiach, which means "brother helping other."
From prisoners and slaves to Mashiach and from thence to civil society, this is the Page out of the Torah.
The difference between this version and the other is in the last verse, "and then they kept watch."
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pascal and chara and cam and spmaton should team up to put an end to you i think, that would be a satisfying conclusion to a tsory
*YES IT WOULD BE A CLIMATIC END.
*IT IS TOO BAD THAT IT CANNOT HAPPEN. TOO BAD FOR YOU THAT IS.
*OH AND THE PIECES I SUPPOSE.
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Cybersurfing netizen flounders…
analogous to a fish out of water
Ever since being a little gull hubble buoy,
I bobbed (while donning square pants)
like spongy flotsam and jetsam at sea.
Now as one decrepit
humble lumpenproletariat neopoet,
I experienced existence
with pronounced sentience
heavily accentuated courtesy
acute social anxiety,
which fostered kinship
with all creatures great and small.
Camaraderie long fostered
across global - webbed, wide
whirled real estate
among flora and fauna,
especially animal and plant species,
not linkedin with beleaugured Homo sapiens
biological diversity livingsocial without war,
nor chose total mortal kombat
rather idyllic, edenic and authentic entities
simon pure non
genetically modified organisms
thriving in their natural environments
without threat of extinction
since the presence
of peaceful cohabitation
will be blessedly integrated
within Deoxyribonucleic acid
of every cellular group
kindled, limned, minted...
under the nearest sun.
I Yearn analogous to phototropism
for life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
allowed, enabled, and provided
every quintessential organic material
jump/kickstarted on planet earth,
without gofundme seed money
yet painfully accept
nevertheless, no heavenly delight
promised for this atheist!
No matter bleak existence portrayed,
nonetheless this (baby boomer) dreamer
oft times evocative edenic reveries bekiss
mine psyche with pastoral trappings
evoking utopian bliss
on par with drawing winning lottery ticket,
which fantasy I quickly dismiss,
where dolorous voices within me hiss
mocking pipe dream compensating
for unlived life hide miss
whiling away hours
of young adulthood...
this threescore plus three
amazing gracefully aged man
did blithely piss
away enraptured with Swiss
Family Robinson fantasy,
gladly exchanging tsoris
entailing breathtaking adventure
versus sequestered bookishness burr
rowed nose engrossed
with page turner capture
ring imagination of this erstwhile drifter
addressing, fixating, and keeping coiffure
as disheveled appearance, where daily
father and mother showed me the door
particularly on account, cuz for one more
nanosecond, they could not endure
this healthy sole son vaping expenditure
as both parents toiled away,
they tired trying to swallow failure
while primarily main feature
of this poem lackadaisical
exhausted as an Evansburg Park fixture
(calling squirrels on first name basis),
no sooner this bookworm gave vague gesture
after setting foot inside abode - 'pon dusk
asper whereabouts, off
into bedroom I did immure
and disappear into story
maybe one about main
character pledging indenture
role as heavy footsteps shook
324 Level Road domicile infrastructure
awaiting the wrath
of Khan spouting ultimatums
our father/son rapport long did inure
a "NON FAKE" wall not immune
to malicious, noxious, obnoxious,
pernicious, vicious... lecture
to offspring who long outwore his
Harris Tweed Scottish welcome mat,
yet... feared testing nonsecure
mooring which familiarity bred contempt!
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