THE NINE CHOIRS OF HEAVEN. An info-graphic for my editorial class and god am I thankful it’s done. Way too much went into this than what I had time for, but hey… I actually kind of like it?
Now excuse me, I must return to my fashion major lifestyle and go sew a coat u_u
This morning I am moved to pray for new Christians. Satan does not want them to be happy with their decision to follow you. He wants to trip them any way he can. Please, send a legion of guardian angels to surround them and protect them from harm and evil. Give them extra strength to reject the temptations that Satan sends their way. Help them to stand strong upon the Rock of their salvation and not to doubt.
I pray for them and for all Christians to have faith that can move mountains, grace for the moment, and guidance for today and every day to come. I praise you and thank you, all-powerful, all-knowing God, full of grace and truth.
angels with last nights makeup smeared on their eyes, with mouths that can speak in foreign tongues now filled with metaphorical cotton.
angels writing poetry on their iphones, keeping positive thoughts in their notes just for themselves.
angels unsure of their ethics, still learning rights and wrongs, but following their hearts of gold all the same.
angels that have ‘dirty mouths’, that curse every other sentence in between blessings and greetings.
angels that fall in love every single day with the wonders of this world, and angels that fall into despair every now and then for the state of the earth that they try to change.
angels helping out other angels, encouraging them through rough times, filling them up with positivity and light.
angels that jerk awake at night, haunted by night terrors and their past experiences, praying the evil spirits in their heads away.
angels that could rip your throat out with their harsh light but always have a soft and gentle aura, despite their power.
angels that oversleep, dreams filled with strange hallucinations and sometimes visions of their past lives.
angels that don’t sleep at all, instead staying awake and listening to soft tunes, reminiscing on their memories and lives.
Tell me when did you fall in love with your sins? When did the crimson red running down your arms become heaven instead of hell and when did the lies become a bed in which you laid yourself down willingly, one covered with thorns yet you only focused on the roses , a house of shadows and of curses to which you should have shut your ears off to but you sat down and listened , sang along to the chorus of despairs and laughed at the pain which drenched you like a never ending waterfall. They told me angels turn bad too and then they’re called devils but looking at you makes me think that angels never existed , it was always just the devils , disguised in a certain way , till the world breaks them enough , like an egg hatching , till the devil comes out, forgive me lord for i have sinned , after all , I’ve always been but a sinner .
The Triumph of the Name of Jesus Giovanni Battista Gaulli (Il Baciccio) (Italian; 1639–1709) 1676–79 Oil on paper, laid down on canvas Princeton University Art Museum, Princeton, New Jersey
Working study for one of the most important illusionistic Baroque frescoes, The Triumph of the Name of Jesus, on the ceiling of Il Gesù in Rome
