god cant send me to hell because god said its not punishable to go to h-e-doublehockeysticks for drawing judas+thomas fluff because no ship is a sin and gay people are le epics
Hey so I still see people utterly baffled by how religious fundies (still a majority in America and moreso its senate) react on certain issues so uhhh is it actually not common knowledge what the antichrist is all about? You guys know his defining characteristic is ending war, right? That he’s foretold to unite the world under his leadership by preaching global peace and solving basically every single problem in the world? So you know when you try to talk to these people about equality and togetherness they literally believe that’s what makes you an agent of the devil right???
im sorry what. so. ok im assuming they think that this is all like. to gain trust and then take over or something? because.
Yes, he’s called the “antichrist” because he’s an imposter Jesus and the majority of the world will love him when he ends all class divides and erases all borders, creating one world government with him at the top. That’s the “new world order” they’re terrified of. But they think he’ll oppress true Christian believers who see through his ruse, which is why they’re constantly looking for signs that they’re being discriminated against and panic when they lose any control over government. This is why they fear diversity, immigration, socialized anything. The less religious right are pretty clearly still running on the same logic; they might drop some of the spiritual lore but this is where they get the idea that all progressivism leads to the “real” fascism. Some believe the antichrist isn’t a literal person either but just that entire set of beliefs, so everyone protesting against war and trying to feed the hungry is a *collective* antichrist.
So from the notes it turns out people are MUCH less familiar with all this than I suspected and that’s honestly kind of alarming, guys, you should really really pay attention to things that affect so much of this country. No these are absolutely not obscure or fringe beliefs, these are MAINSTREAM with megachurches, Trump voters, the GOP and a vast proportion of the wealthy. Alex Jones and multiple Fox News hosts openly believe word for word what I described here.
And yeah as several people pointed out it isn’t even explicitly in the bible, but something some radicals pieced together in maybe only the last century. My uncles all believe it to the letter and they all believe it’s what the Bible is “supposed” to be communicating.
A lot of people are also confused as to why they would believe the peace and unity are villainous things and what the difference even is then between the “antichrist” and actual Jesus, which brings me to another thing I realize some folks CRITICALLY overlook about American Christianity, which is that they do not believe in good or bad deeds. They believe the same deed can be right or wrong strictly according to whether or not it’s performed by a believer with God’s stamp of approval. Like, they KNOW the Satanic Church and Witch Covens do community service or donate to cancer research and they are not confused, surprised, bitter or embarrassed by that at all. It’s exactly what they’re taught to expect. They believe the forces of Satan do primarily“good” things so people will think he’s just as good or better than God. So if a pastor heals a sick child with a prayer then that’s good, but if a “witch” heals the same sick child with “magic” (not something I believe exists, but they do) then that’s a false miracle from the devil and the child was better off dying because now everyone involved is a sinner who deserves hell. They’re taught to view you as a ridiculous fool if you don’t grasp this difference, and every single argument you might make is a part of the satanic trickery.
After all, they think our entire existence on this Earth is an insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things. The suffering in the world isn’t a bug to them, but a feature that God set up to test everyone’s worthiness, teach them lessons and filter out the faithless, so they actively do not believe it’s always morally right in itself to help people or save lives. Rather, certain people are just intended to suffer and die and it can be MORE wrong to help them.
Sorry to put this big ass thing on your dashboards again but I’m downright awestruck by the notes. There’s 15,500 of them at the time of this reblog and almost zero disagreement, just hundreds of people expressing absolute terror that they didn’t realize they were living under the thumb of a doomsday cult, and I’m really really sorry for that because I really did not expect to be the bearer of that news to so many. If you haven’t looked at the notes for yourself though, they’re pretty eye opening even to me, especially the next most common type of response on it:
….And something I’ve heard before but still neglected to mention:
…..so that’s all pretty nightmarish confirmation of how pervasive this mindset is around here, but you know, if the majority of reactions to this information have been either “what the fuck are you talking about?” or “yeah I WAS taught this and I’m better now,” maybe that’s a sign that it’s slowly but consistently fading with every generation?
I actually wasn’t raised religious AT ALL, and it was still impossible for me to not hear this shit constantly in the 80′s and 90′s from basically everyone outside my immediate family. It’d even crop up on television and radio stations that weren’t even supposed to be christian-oriented. Just boom, there’s an evangelist suddenly talking about how Only God is Allowed to End War and Satan Takes the Form of Kindness, like these were just normal banal perspectives to toss in between a relationship advice segment and the latest movie reviews.
I’m really proud of every person saying they escaped from that indoctrination and actually feel much better and more hopeful about the whole thing. It might not be fixed completely in our lifetimes but clearly it is fixable.
Yup, it’s true. I grew up Seventh Day Adventist. I remember my grandmother telling me this stuff, and giving me bible lessons cherry picked to prove her point. She also gave me a book to read, written by some high muckety-muck in the church, from the POV of Satan. I came away from those lessons with a much different understanding of the world than she wanted to teach me tho.
First of all, the lessons? She’d read a passage, tell me what it “means”, and I’d be like… that’s not what that said, are you sure you understand Words? Like yeah okay the language is archaic, but that’s still not what those words say when strung together in that order.
And the Satan book? The ENTIRE time, I’m just kinda devastated because at every turn, I’m like “okay but he was right? he was kind? he was good?” and then right at the end, suddenly there was this weird heel-turn moment where he was like “HUMANITY MUST DIE” and it made NO SENSE. And that was when I was like ooooh these people are fucking insane, and I would like to not associate anymore.
I thought it was gonna be the other way around, but this is way better
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Robotic voice: “a pastor’s time slot got switched with a comedian’s at a Christian conference I’m laughing so hard”
Pastor: “So I thought I would spare you the analysis and just tell you up front um…I’m a sinner.” (The audience laughs.)
Pastor: “A man who never feels sure of his motives, including the one’s I feel right now about why I’m doing this.” (The audience laughs again.)
Pastor: “And–you’re a very strange audience” (The audience laughs again. For a brief moment, the audio stops abruptly). I’d better just get used to it. I–this is a *serious* talk in case you–wondered. (The audience begins laughing in the middle of his sentence. The laughter grows in volume as the pastor reaches the end of his sentence.) “Get it out of your system”.
Pastor: “But, uh. (He pauses and seems to take a deep breath.) “I’m just not used to being laughed at, y’know?)]
My brother pointed this out to me, yes it’s what you think it is
Found at McKays
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you probably only screamed like that because holy water must have gotten into your eye, you swear. this is the thing that binds you together. you’re the reason they hate each other now. you sinned just by being born. that’s what God must have wanted though. that’s exactly what God didn’t want. that’s the human condition, lad. you’ve never felt more at home anywhere than here. you’re not welcome here anymore. the fourth commandment is impossible. all you want is to get away from here. you’re not worth anything there. nothing there is worthy of you. there’s no way to make up for your sins. God forgives everyone who repents. there are spots that never come off. the Virgin Mary never turned anyone away. hell is inevitable. if you haven’t redeemed yourself it’s just because you haven’t tried hard enough. you haven’t got a Church but you still remember all the words. there no hope left for you, except there always is.
Pairing:Din Djarin x Earthling fem!reader Warnings: Religion and our relationships with it are complicated, Mentions of war, loss, grief, and trauma, Referencing Order 66, feelings of abandonment, shame and “the greater good” religious coding, manipulation of a child, feelings of shame about betraying family, Luke is old friends with compartmentalization, everyone has their own traumas, broken promises, and Gogu’s burning desire to eat live animals Words: 2.8K Tags: No reader and no Din really in this chapter, does and doesn’t follow what we saw in BOBF, so much about frogs and the force, Prequel Easter Eggs Recommended Listens:Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives and Bird Song by Juniper Vale
The wind rustled the blades of grass and the leaves on the trees on the calm, green planet. It was calm, so calm. A place where one could sit in silence and reflect. That is what Master Luke wanted Grogu to do anyways.
But Grogu’s mind had other plans.
He knew he should be concentrating, he was supposed to learn… but this all felt so familiar and boring. He could hear the frogs in the nearby ponds, so many frogs… nice and tasty frogs. But no! It was time to meditate! Be serious, like the adults. He needed to learn, wanted to learn to protect himself, protect others. He didn’t like being hidden away in his bassinet all the time, didn’t want to go back there unless it was naptime.
Meditation time felt like nap time… but it wasn’t sleeping time. How odd, it should be, Grogu thought.
He felt a thread of humor touch him, the part of Grogu that was and wasn’t him. That strange sort of bubble of energy that he was able to tap into with the
Force that Master Luke had been helping him see, to control.
Naptime later, came Master Luke’s unspoken guidance.
Grogu pouted even with his eyes closed.
Never nap time when he wanted, not snack time when he wanted…
“Why, you ask, do I come to you mostly at night… I will tell you. Desires speak louder then and morals are tired. The hours after midnight - when spent alone - are full of secret longings the daylight will never know, and humans are never weaker than they are before the sunrise.”
AU inspired by @lemonowl900’s amazing Convin Demon/Priest AU art.
Was reminded of our experiences with looking for our guardian angel as a kid, and realized something kinda neat.
We dismissed the experience as fake as a kid, primarily because we didn’t find ONE angel, but many.
Four, to be exact.
Reached out to them this morning, yep they’re still there, yep there’s still four of them. It’s not a one to one thing where each of us Willows has one angel of our own, but the whole group of them keeps an eye on the group of us.
Don’t know their names, don’t know much about them except one’s pretty open, one’s very standoffish, they all feel male except one who sounds more female or androgynous, and one doesn’t like to talk at all… (and when asked why, he pointed to Crystal as if to suggest that she talks enough for both of them) and they’re pretty opposed to us getting close to them, because they’re not supposed to be what, or rather, Who we focus on, spiritually.
But it’s interesting and reassuring to realize that the reason we found more than one back then was because even then, we were many in one body.
I don’t think our angelology book was prepared to give advice on this sort of situation, lol
their fingertips trace patterns up your sides and oh, you swear that you could just die right there and then if it would mean that they would continue touching you. you twist your fingers around their arms, then pull yourself away when you see bruises starting to form there. at night you turn into all mouths and dirty hands and shaking, always shaking. when did you become dirtied like this?
they’ll have had a bad day and you’ll massage their back and there’s a split second where you think you can feel wings poking from beneath the skin, then another, and another. their kisses are feather-light, and you’re reminded of lucifer and how his wings disintegrated during his plummet into hell, watching the plumage his father had crafted so carefully floating away above him and slowly becoming smaller. when did that love disappear?
at night you’re woken by their cries, the pain returning in their palms. once, you thought you and they were alike; but their pain didn’t come from blood and dirt and teeth like yours did, but rather trying to save, save, save, and though the calluses faded, the ache still remains. you shake them awake to try and comfort them as they pull their hands protectively against their chest, and you fantasize about driving nails through your own palms.
how do you become holy again?
on the train ride home your vision falls into greyscale. instead of people you see leather and velvet, warmth and wildfire. a tall figure with burnt skin and a bone-white smile and perfectly human eyes taps you on the shoulder. i can help you, he says. there’s nothing wrong with you, you justaren’t quite what you need to be yet.i can help you if you’ll just let it go, he says, and a soft hand caresses your cheek. i can help you fall into this like you’re meant to. you never thought the devil’s hands could be so soft.
repent, repent, repent. you sink into the word until it’s all that you can feel, and you hate it. repentance? it doesn’t exist; not for you, at least, you with your scabs and skin and mud. how could you ever be deserving of it? you, standing here at this crossroads?
but then they touch you, and you want to melt into them until all their purity and all their light and all their cleanliness wipes away your dirt and wear and blood. sometimes you’re afraid that when they do, there won’t be anything left of you; how could there be anything else to you but this?
fingers under your chin, under your jaw, tilting your head up to look them in the eye. a gentleness there that you could never hope to mimic, though you prayed to until praying disgusted you. their feather-light fingertips journeying along your broken collarbone to rest over your heart. for the first time in years, you pray, and ask that they can’t feel its beat beneath your flesh.
i can help you become holy again, they say. and you let them.
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