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Silent night, let me sleep away these memories within
Sacrifices of purity are turning into sins
And this judgment day is growing near
And this confession is killing me again
This beautiful tragedy is crashing into me
This dying destiny
So now you lay yourself down in this grave with shattered eyes
Beautiful melodies to try and wash away the lies
And this judgment day is growing near
And this confession is killing me again
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The “wide gate of the Hell”.
Buffalmacco paints the gate of Hell on the right lower right corner of his "Last Judgment". Just in correspondence with the gate, a dramatic scene is inserted: young women hurl themselves on others, as they emerge in frenzy from the gates of hell, and hands of devils and hooks drag them inside the hell.
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Buffalmacco’s mural painting
Last Judgment m. 6,0 x m. 8,6; Inferno m. 6,0 x m. 7,0
1326 – 1341
Pisa, Piazza dei Miracoli, Camoposanto Munumantale
Echoes of Dante's Inferno can be felt everywhere. Lucifer, a three-headed giant, devours sinners and then excretes them (Inferno, XXXIV, V. 28) in a subterranean world filled with fire and pain. All around him, ape-like demons torment the souls placed in circles: he greedy, the gluttonous, the violent, the lustful. Like the cells of an immense beehive, they emanate from the monstrous central figure which was “cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him” by God (Apocalypse 12: 9).
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Buffalmacco’s mural painting
Last Judgment m. 6,0 x m. 8,6; Inferno m. 6,0 x m. 7,0
1326 – 1341
Pisa, Piazza dei Miracoli, Camoposanto Munumantale
Shot with a Voigtländer Perkeo II
80mm f/3.5 Color-Skopar lens
Lomography 800 film
Shot at EI 800
Developed by The Darkroom
Scanned on a Super Coolscan 9000ED
The revenge upon her would be sweet, even though it was purely theoretical.
She was the very epitome of every stuck up girl who ever passed judgment on those she refused to view as an equal. And I? I possessed the subtle skill to knock her smirking ego down a few pegs.
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In late spring of the year 1952, a, bank rented safety deposit lockbox, dusty from many years gone by, was opened. The box had laid unclaimed, the banks records having been destroyed during the Nazi blitzes of World War Two. When its existence became known, an attempt was made to contact the owner, whose family surname was well known in the county. The name turned out to be an alias, no such person ever existed.
Please read the account below to learn more about the person who was believed to have rented the strongbox, as well as what he had placed inside……….
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Case Study 84 :
Warning, these are the raw, bare unusual facts as originally recorded. Some names, times, places and some facts have been altered for obvious reasons.
Exerted from the private letters of Mr. Harley Q. circa early 1900’s.
Name: Harly Q. circa 19 …
Subject: Seemingly a rather dexterous scoundrel
Place: A large coastal metropolis
Time: A period of time in late autumn
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Harly’s story as related:
The following affair occurred during my younger days when my youth and its’ raw passions were still a strong pull on my reactions! Now, how do I start?
The Blonde dancing in front of me was was dressed up like a movie star on a red carpet. Only about nineteen, her slinky gown created the impression of having been poured along her curvy, voluptuous figure, like shimmering liquid satin, fluidly swishing as she swirled about the massive chamber! It all made her appear far older and mature than she obviously thought she was. For some, her looks and personality may have been seen as charming and fun. “But for me personally, the only thing charming about her was the way her abundant sparkling jewellery played with the lights from the large chandeliers which held my upmost command!
But wait, I may be placing the carriage before the steed…….
Allow me to restart:
I had taken a long train into town with the intention of spending a few days relaxing from my previous month of hectic “professional” affairs. Rewarding myself, I located my lodging in a fancy upscale hotel situated across the street from a cavernous Ballroom, checking in for a fortnight. Since my social calendar was unusually light, with only the one high society event, a wedding that I was planning to attend the following Sabbath, at a “chapel” located in one of the cities sprawling suburbs. I spent the first day perusing the cultural calendar of the local papers, and ended up circling one or two events of interest that would be taking place later that month. I than took care of my remaining personal business, locating a reputable bank and renting out one of their lockboxes, before allowing myself some time off from my endeavors.
I than spent the first portion of my week taking in moving picture shows, visiting stores and hanging out at the local museums and antique shoppes. It felt great not worrying about work, although I will did admit that my mind scoped out a few prospects as I was out and about, walking amongst the great masses..
It was mid-week during my stay, while making my way back to the hotel suite, that I decided on a whim to pop into the Ballroom to see what it was all about. I walked into the massive lobby full of activity and wandered about, looking into the massive main ballroom, meeting rooms and various party rooms. As I was leaving I discovered a wall containing posters for all the upcoming events. One poster caught my eye. It advertised the occurrence of a Halloween Ball to take place that very weekend, Tickets still available. The Ball seemed to be the very type of party I was partial to, combining all of my favorite types of affairs, a large gathering frequented by the rich, and everyone attending would be in costume.
Purchasing a pair of tickets (less questions asked) I went out the very next morning scouting various shops in search of my own costume. I finally settled on a highwayman’s attire. It seemed appropriate, and the ribbon style “ masque” over my eyes set off the vacation beard that had been growing quite nicely since my last outing. On my way out to pay for the costume I spied a half off bin. On top of the pile was a phantom of the opera mask. On impulse I added it to my bundle and went to the checkout.
Although I really didn’t have the feeling that this concern would lead to anything, I mean, who wears good jewellery with a costume ? But a little bored by the inactivity, I was none the less growing excited about the venture. I still decided to play it cautious by setting up my usual safe guards, just in case.
A few blocks away from the Ballroom and my hotel suite I found a small chain style motel. Going to the desk I purchased rent for a room for the night, paying in advance. Going into the small room I laid down my purchases and headed back out to the street via a back stairwell, bypassing the registrars chambers. I headed back to my hotel suite to prepare for the evening.
After showering, I changed into a suit, shirt and tie. I then headed out onto the street a couple of hours before the ball was set to begin. Regaining my small quarters in the chain motel I changed into my new persona for the evening’s festivities and left via the same back door I had used earlier. I walked back to the Ballroom, getting my share of looks until I reached my destination, where I blended right in with the other arriving costumed guests.
I followed the stream to the ballroom proper. The main doors leading inside were large, made of a fancy scrolled oak, held open, and guarded by a pair of burly security types.
Apparently which, I soon gathered, was appearing to be the only security present for the evening’s festivities. Capital, I thought, smirking to myself as I joined my fellow guests.
I walk onto a landing, immediately in front of a long bannister guarding a set of wide stairs ascended downwards. I went off to one side, and paused at the railing, starting to survey with eager anticipation, the crowded room below.
All was quite glittering, as large chandeliers set off a spectrum of colors with any crystal or glass it touched. It especially created shimmers as it played off the colorful jewelry the lavishly costumed ladies present were wearing. Several dozen couples were dancing in front of a 17 piece orchestra, a slow dance, and many were dancing almost too close. Many more people were mingling around tables of appetizers. A large, chattering crowd was also gathered at the long oak bar that took up one whole side of the huge room. It was to the bar that I headed, to observe the merry proceedings.
But the Ball, as it turned out, was a bust, so to speak. Although several attempts were made to ask a number of charming (to me) ladies to add me to their dance cards, they all were, unfortunately, full. I should have suspected it would turn out this way, but I still harbored an all too familiar nagging feeling in the back of my head that something was still going to happen, call it intuition if you need to label it. So I nursed my drink, reminiscing about how I had reached this point in my then still young life…..
Ralph Waldo Emerson, one of my favorite poets, once said” Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
Long before the the time I discovered this quote I found that my life’s path had already been heading that way.
Without boring anyone with far too many details of my rather complicated youth, I discovered while quite young that I had a certain knack for adeptness at being able to nimbly pick pockets. When I was eighteen ( having graduated high school at seventeen) and out on my own in the world, I found this skill quite useful. But it was at a wedding reception in my early twenties where I became of age, so to speak.
She was older than me, resplendent in a sleek black satin gown with bright white frills, long white satin gloves upon which graced a pair of diamond bracelets. She was very tipsy and would not take no for an answer when asking for a dance partner. She cornered me and before I could catch my wits, we were in a close embrace on the dance floor. I was totally mesmerized by the feel of her warm figure emitting through the sensuous satin gown. My eyes feasted upon the dazzling show put on by her flashy twin bracelets. When the exquisitely long dance ended and she moved on: I was left with a lot of pleasantly mixed feelings, I was also left with my first trophy, the Lady’s appealing necklace of pearl that I had ever so delicately sipped off her throat, using the sleekness of her satin gown to its fullest advantage.
I found myself enthralled with my new “hobby”, and over the course of the next couple of years sought out fancy dress affairs to better learn how to master the art of attracting and dancing with any lady I chose. Along the way I managed to accumulate quite a few trophies for my efforts. I stayed under everyone’s radar by picking out only those females who had been enthusiastically imbibing and by allowing myself to acquire only one trophy per gathering, two if the function was large enough.
During this period I made two discoveries: One was that most women would rather assume their jewel had been merely lost long before ever considering that they had been robbed of it. The second was that most of my collection of pretty trophies carried an equally pretty price, and could quite acceptably be turned into ready cash.
So, by the tender age of twenty two, my life started to lead where there had ever been but few tracks. And thus we finally come to this particular branch of my rather unique, lengthily crooked trail….
So, there I was, on a bar stool, alone and growing more bored by the minute, wishing something interesting would happen. I can remember thinking, as I looked over my fellow partiers about a saying that I had always found to be amusingly true. “If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.” I don’t know who first said it, but brother, the person was right on the money. As I had witnessed for myself time and time again. So I just settled in and watched the amusing antics of the wealthy among the crowd, especially those of …“the girl!’
The girl was a stunning young blonde who was probably just fresh out of high school, with the maturity level of a grade schooler!
I kept catching my eye on her all evening, and once or twice, was sure she caught mine looking. But I was not watching her for the reasons she would think were mine. To her I was just some male face in the crowd, exhibiting his lust. But, the reason my eyes kept traveling upon her was for an entirely different one. I just found nothing to be more annoying than a sulky, immature young whelp who believes she is the apple of everyone’s eye, making an absolute nuisance of herself. She was running around, making silly remarks about people, sometimes to their face. Hanging out with her group of friends whom seemed to be of the same mold as my blonde, one girlfriend was even dressed appropriately enough, as a willowy witch.
The Blonde was dressed up like a movie star on a red carpet. Only about nineteen, her slinky gown created the impression of having been poured along her curvy voluptuous figure, like shimmering liquid satin, fluidly swishing as she bounced about the massive chamber, slipping in and out amongst the guests! It all made her appear far older and mature than she obviously thought she was. For some, her looks and personality may have been seen as charming and fun. “But for me personally, the only thing charming about her was the way her abundant sparkling jewellery played with the lights from the large chandeliers which held my command! But I had decided, as far as I could tell, that she was wearing nothing but cheap rhinestones, which like her, appeared totally fake. But, as they say, appearances can sometimes be deceiving!
This girl was the epitome of every condescending stuck up high society girl that probably everyone has had the misfortune to be the victim of. The girl, who mainly because of her looks, was popular with everyone like her, and had no use for those who, forever what reason they deemed, was ostracized by those of her type. In high school I knew girls like this one, and was a witness, sometime victim, to many a scene of arrogance displayed by girls like her. This one was young, too young to be acting the way she was. Her mannerisms were just a beacon, reaching out out to be taught a lesson.
Wallowing in my boredom, a spark began to kindle into flame deep within my brain. Determined not to let the evening be a total loss, I decided act upon it. My plan being to theoretically get revenge on all those smirking girls who tormented me during high school, by knocking this cocky little scamp down a few pegs, using the best of my abilities..
Now, I’m not one normally to act as judge, jury, and executioner in most situations, in my selected line of work it would be hypocritical. But obviously old wounds’ had been opened, this long haired girl scampering about reminded me of ones whom had ridiculed me, another lifetime, one that I had left behind A long time ago. The opportunity for bittersweet revenge had presented itself for the taking, and the pull to obtain a little solace by using my unique talents was far too great to resist. Talk about mixing pleasure with business I though wickedly to myself, smiling with the inviting thought.
Believe me, this girl would be no innocent victim, and nothing I was about to attempt would leave her with any type of lasting impression, or harm. But if I could cause her at least some considerable discomfort to ruin the rest of her evening out, it would be reward in and of itself! I again eyed her sparkling jewels with all the seriousness I would have given any I was really interested in acquiring. Although she didn’t fit my favorite pre-requisite, she certainly was not drunk on alcohol, she was merely just intoxicated in her own questionable self-esteem, which can work just as well.
I waited until her friends had all apparently deserted her for the evening and leaving her, quite vulnerably, alone. I walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder. She whirled facing me, her eyes going from happy expectations to a glare! “What do you want!? she snipped disdainfully”. Calmly I held her gaze, “I was hoping you would help me win a bet” I asked in what I hoped was my most wily voice. She was curious, but wary of me, “as you should be my pretty miss”, I remember thinking to myself. Her eyes sized me up and down, and I seized the moment to take in her jewels, not at all disappointed in them, but my curiosity was aroused about her necklace, I definitely needed to get a closer look to appraise them! “Why should I help you,” she practically spitted out he words like daggers.
“It’s this way miss, a couple of boys over at the bar bet me 50 quid that I could not get a dance with the prettiest girl here.” “Me?” she asked primping, no I confessed, I picked you, they had wanted me to dance with someone far less pretty, in my opinion.
I don’t think so; she said with a slight hint of hesitation, my card is full. Just for fifteen minutes I implored. That’s all I need (which was the truth), and Ill split my winnings with you on top of it. She finally bought it, hook line, sinker and pound signs in her adorable violet coloured eyes. Fifteen minutes she specified, before, be-grudgingly, allowing me to lead her to the dance floor.
Now, as I took her stiff body in my arms, I was able to satisfy my curiosity about the girl’s necklace, and it caused a dilemma to rear its thought provoking head. While she was busy looking around to make sure none of her friends saw her dancing with me, I allowed myself a couple of precious minutes to think. Her long rhinestone earrings were clip held, and an easy pick. I wanted to try for them both,( I knew how I would do it), and losing a pair of earrings would send a message that they had not just fallen away. Also, I would be suspected by her, which suited me just fine. However, my dilemma was caused by the vixen’s pretty necklace. While the rest of her plentiful jewels were cheap rhinestones as I had suspected the row of diamonds that rippled blazingly around her throat were in fact, the real McCoy. So, which should I go for? The necklace would be profitable and easy but she may just suspect its clasp had broken. The earrings would be just for a sporty trophy, not worth anything but for the knowledge that she would know she had been a victim. Ah, life’s precious little quandaries!
So, I continued with the dance, my partner still rigid, so very true to her character. Then, with five minutes left, I made up my mind on what she would not be leaving the ball still wearing. She was a charmer, this disdainful one. Her stiff figure was warm to the touch, underneath the scintillating slippery gown. The show her sparkling jewels produced was most pleasing to the eye. All in all quite a pretty portrait, a shame it was that I was not allowed to appreciate it. Which was fine by me! I was able to concentrate freely on the task at hand. I looked around, the coast was still clear. Then eyeing for one last time her mesmerizingly swaying long earrings and the flickering diamonds that graced her pretty little throat, I executed my move..
By the time the final five minutes were up I had the selected jewelry in my pocket without even the slightest notice from my unwilling dance partner. Then, fifteen minutes to the second (good thing I had been keeping track of the time) she broke it off. “Thank you”, I said, to which she mumbled, “my money, sir!” I told her I had to collect it, and would meet her by the ladies powder room. I left her waiting, smiling inwardly to myself at the empty space from which the missing jewelry was glaringly gone from her.
She had no doubt that I would be back with her money, was I not merely like one of her household servants, who routinely, without question or error, existed to do her bidding. It would be a major jolt to her system when she realized I was not coming obediently back to her. I had no doubt she would spend some time searching me out for her money once she realized I was not coming back forthwith, with the intention of lecturing me on how I should act around my betters. So I knew that her immediate attention would be elsewhere upon realizing I was tardy, and that it would take quite a bit of time before she recieved a second shock of an altogether different sort.
I left with my prize, walking past the two guards with such a carefree air that even they would never have suspected that I could possibly have been up to any mischief. I made good time getting back to the dingy motel room. Changed out of my costume and back into the shirt and tie I had worn. The highwayman costume, which had served me well, I rolled in a bundle under my arm, I again left by the back stairwell and retraced my earlier steps, whistling, back to the suite in the hotel. Along the way the costume was stuffed unceremoniously into a handy trash bin. My little operation had been a complete success. The evening was after all, not going to be a total loss.
Back in my suite I stowed the newly acquired jewels the girl had worn into one of my many secret hiding spots. There they would be safe until I could convey it to my banks lockbox on Monday. As I finished I, spied the phantom of the opera mask lying discarded on top of a table. A shame it would not be used….
A thought washed over me that would not be denied! Risky, but it would make my evening complete. I quickly shaved off the thin beard, and restyled my hair. I changed from my suit into my tux and tails. Scooping up the phantom mask I headed back to the costume ball. Placing the mask on before entering, I presented my second ticket( not very often did the opportunity arise to use both of the pair of tickets I customarily purchased!) I walked past the two security types without a second glance from them, they absolutely did not recognize me, which meant I had passed that test. My objective now was to try and catch the second half of the show; namely the shimmering liquid satin gowned brats squawking reaction when she first discovered her jewels were gone.
I regained a bar seat just in time.
She did not disappoint!
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Epilogue
When, in the presence of both bank and county officials, the strong box was opened, it was found to contain a fairly large collection of the Kings currency, equaling roughly £500 , and a selection unmatched jewelry, rings, single earrings, bracelets, and necklaces, worth a almost £3.000. Also inside was small a bundle of papers. The papers, old and yellowed, appeared to contain the partial handwritten journals of a certain Mr. Harly Q___ , esq. The papers were examined, but gave no clues to who Harley was, or to his current whereabouts. But the journals presented clues as to Harly’s nature, and as a consequence the money and jewels were considered stolen goods and handed over to the authorities. No one knows what became of them, as for the papers, they were handed over to a relative of one of the government officials, and also, for a period of time, lost.
The journal was rediscovered amongst the personal files of the late Professor Sedwig Dermitt phd, llc.a dex,
Recovered, restored, and now kept in the human behavioral archives of the criminology dept, Chatwick U.
Courtesy of Chatwick University Archives
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christian short film | Christian Testimony "Awakening Amid Judgment" | Have You Found the Path to Have Your Sins Cleansed?
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Introduction
After Li Jie accepts the work of Almighty God in the last days, she thirsts for God's word and forsakes everything to expend for God. Two years later, she is chosen as a church leader. As she performs her duties, the arrogance, conceit, and desire for fame and benefits of her satanic nature are exposed time and again: When she sees the sister she is partnered with promoted, she becomes jealous, and finds herself living in a negative state; at meetings, she deliberately exalts and testifies herself while belittling her coworkers, and tries to make her brothers and sisters look up to and admire her. Because she doesn't pursue truth, and instead walks the path of an antichrist and pursues fame and status, she loses the work of the Holy Spirit, cannot do practical work, and is dismissed from her leadership duties. After losing her position, she finds herself trapped in refinement, and through readingGod's words and reflecting on herself, she comes to realize she was compelled to pursue fame and status, resist God, and rebel against God against her will by the arrogance and conceit of her satanic nature. In the judgment and chastisement of God's word, she finally awakens, and sees clearly that the essence of her pursuit of fame and status is to walk the path of an antichrist. She begins to hate her satanic nature, and comes to understand that only by pursing the truth, fulfilling the duties of a creature of God, and obeying, loving, and satisfying God can she succeed in her belief in God and be approved by God. Later on, she focuses on pursuing the truth and soundly fulfilling her duties, and no longer relies on Satan's toxins to live, but rather lives by practicing the truth and relying on God's word. Gradually, she escapes the bondage of fame and status, and her soul finally gains freedom and release.
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Four Winds of Judgment
Morgan Hill, CA
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Strobist: SB800 and SB600 on dual flash bracket shot through umbrella right over head, triggered via V4.
Explored: Apr 19, 2010 #497
Christian Testimony "Awakening Amid Judgment" | Have You Found the Path to Have Your Sins Cleansed?
www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/awakening-amid-judgment/
After Li Jie accepts the work of Almighty God in the last days, she thirsts for God's word and forsakes everything to expend for God. Two years later, she is chosen as a church leader. As she performs her duties, the arrogance, conceit, and desire for fame and benefits of her satanic nature are exposed time and again: When she sees the sister she is partnered with promoted, she becomes jealous, and finds herself living in a negative state; at meetings, she deliberately exalts and testifies herself while belittling her coworkers, and tries to make her brothers and sisters look up to and admire her. Because she doesn't pursue truth, and instead walks the path of an antichrist and pursues fame and status, she loses the work of the Holy Spirit, cannot do practical work, and is dismissed from her leadership duties. After losing her position, she finds herself trapped in refinement, and through reading God's word and reflecting on herself, she comes to realize she was compelled to pursue fame and status, resist God, and rebel against God against her will by the arrogance and conceit of her satanic nature. In the judgment and chastisement of God's word, she finally awakens, and sees clearly that the essence of her pursuit of fame and status is to walk the path of an antichrist. She begins to hate her satanic nature, and comes to understand that only by pursing the truth, fulfilling the duties of a creature of God, and obeying, loving, and satisfying God can she succeed in her belief in God and be approved by God. Later on, she focuses on pursuing the truth and soundly fulfilling her duties, and no longer relies on Satan's toxins to live, but rather lives by practicing the truth and relying on God's word. Gradually, she escapes the bondage of fame and status, and her soul finally gains freedom and release.
Christian Testimony "Awakening Amid Judgment" | Have You Found the Path to Have Your Sins Cleansed?
www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/awakening-amid-judgment/
After Li Jie accepts the work of Almighty God in the last days, she thirsts for God's word and forsakes everything to expend for God. Two years later, she is chosen as a church leader. As she performs her duties, the arrogance, conceit, and desire for fame and benefits of her satanic nature are exposed time and again: When she sees the sister she is partnered with promoted, she becomes jealous, and finds herself living in a negative state; at meetings, she deliberately exalts and testifies herself while belittling her coworkers, and tries to make her brothers and sisters look up to and admire her. Because she doesn't pursue truth, and instead walks the path of an antichrist and pursues fame and status, she loses the work of the Holy Spirit, cannot do practical work, and is dismissed from her leadership duties. After losing her position, she finds herself trapped in refinement, and through reading God's word and reflecting on herself, she comes to realize she was compelled to pursue fame and status, resist God, and rebel against God against her will by the arrogance and conceit of her satanic nature. In the judgment and chastisement of God's word, she finally awakens, and sees clearly that the essence of her pursuit of fame and status is to walk the path of an antichrist. She begins to hate her satanic nature, and comes to understand that only by pursing the truth, fulfilling the duties of a creature of God, and obeying, loving, and satisfying God can she succeed in her belief in God and be approved by God. Later on, she focuses on pursuing the truth and soundly fulfilling her duties, and no longer relies on Satan's toxins to live, but rather lives by practicing the truth and relying on God's word. Gradually, she escapes the bondage of fame and status, and her soul finally gains freedom and release.
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Introduction
English Christian Song | The Love of God Is Great | "Only God Loves Man Most"
God becomes flesh in the last days to save man for He loves man.
Driven by His love, He carries out today’s work.
It’s under the foundation of love.
God takes on flesh and suffers disgrace to save the tainted and broken ones.
He endures such pain.
For again and again, He shows His immeasurable love.
God doesn’t want any soul to be lost.
Man doesn’t care what his future will be.
Man doesn’t know how to cherish his own life.
But God does. Only He loves man. Oh … oh …
God’s words heal, encourage man.
They judge and curse, disclose and promise.
No matter what His words say, it comes from His love.
This is the essence of His work.
Why do so many follow closely? Why are they so full of energy?
God’s love and salvation, they all have seen.
God’s timing is perfect. He never delays.
God doesn’t want any soul to be lost.
Man doesn’t care what his future will be.
Man doesn’t know how to cherish his own life.
But God does. Oh, yes, He does. Only He loves man.
Man thinks he loves himself the most. But what kind of love is this?
God’s love is the most real, you will feel.
If God had not become flesh, guided and lived with man all the time,
it would be hard for them to know God’s love.
God doesn’t want any soul to be lost.
Man doesn’t care what his future will be.
Man doesn’t know how to cherish his own life.
But God does. Oh, yes, He does. Only God loves man.
Yes, only God loves man. Oh, yes, He does.
He loves man so. He loves man so.
Eastern Lightning, The Church of Almighty God was created because of the appearance and work of Almighty God, the second coming of the Lord Jesus, Christ of the last days. It is made up of all those who accept Almighty God's work in the last days and are conquered and saved by His words. It was entirely founded by Almighty God personally and is led by Him as the Shepherd. It was definitely not created by a person. Christ is the truth, the way, and the life. God's sheep hear God's voice. As long as you read the words of Almighty God, you will see God has appeared.
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The Last Judgment, central portal of west façade of Notre-Dame de Paris Cathedral
The tympanum over the central portal on the west façade, facing the square, vividly illustrates the Last Judgment, with figures of sinners being led off to hell, and good Christians taken to heaven.
Главный фасад Собора Парижской Богоматери имеет три стрельчатых портала входов, над которыми скульптурные панно с разными эпизодами из Евангелия. Над центральным входом помещено изображение Страшного суда. По семь статуй поддерживают арки входа (1210 г.). В центре Христос-Судия. На нижней перемычке изображены мертвецы, вставшие из могил. Их разбудили два ангела с трубами. Среди мертвецов — один король, один папа, воины и женщины (символизирует присутствие на Страшном суде всего человечества). На верхнем тимпане — Христос и два ангела с двух сторон. Двери украшены коваными рельефами.
Johnson County, Texas, located on the southwestern area of the Dallas-Fort Worth area, celebrates the grand re-opening of its 1913 courthouse, after an $eight million renovation equally funded by the local citizens and the state historical commission. Texas Finn wants to point out the notably beautiful and ornate geometric patterns that are characteristic of the Prairie-style of architecture so popular in the early20th century. What is now Johnson County was inhabited only by Indians until the mid 1840’s, when the first permanent settlement was established near Comanche Peak. Today, nearly 127,000 people call the county home.
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"It isn't easy giving up power... Deciding that a loved one might know what's best for us, giving up our better judgment for a slightly darker agenda... But for some, the hardest kind of power to give up is the power to control their own desires."
Inspired by Desperate Housewives.
Model is Melissa.
fragment of Relief with judgment of Paris (Hadrianic age) - National Roman Museum of Palazzo Altemps - Rome
Il rilievo, raffigura uno dei miti greci più noti: il giudizio di Paride. Si narra nella mitologia greca, che Zeus allestì un banchetto per la celebrazione del matrimonio di Peleo e Teti, futuri genitori di Achille. Eris, la dea della discordia, non venne invitata e irritata per questo oltraggio, raggiunse il luogo del banchetto e gettò una mela d'oro con l'iscrizione "alla più bella". Le tre dee che la pretesero, scatenando litigi furibondi, furono Hera, Atena e Afrodite. Esse parlarono con Zeus per convincerlo a scegliere la più bella tra loro, ma il padre degli dèi, non sapendo a chi consegnarla, stabilì che a decidere chi fosse la più bella non potesse essere che il più bello dei mortali, cioè Paride, inconsapevole principe di Troia. Afrodite corruppe Paride promettendogli che gli avrebbe concesso l'amore della donna più bella del mondo. Paride favorì Afrodite, scatenando l'ira delle altre due. La dea dell'amore aiutò quindi Paride a rapire Elena, moglie di Menelao, re di Sparta, e il fatto fu la causa scatenante della guerra di Troia.
The relief depicts one of the best known Greek myths: the judgment of Paris. It is told in Greek mythology that Zeus set up a banquet for the celebration of the marriage of Peleus and Thetis, the future parents of Achilles. Eris, the goddess of discord, was not invited and irritated by this outrage, she reached the place of the banquet and threw a golden apple with the inscription "to the most beautiful". The three goddesses who claimed it, sparking furious quarrels, were Hera, Athena and Aphrodite. They talked with Zeus to convince him to choose the most beautiful among them, but the father of the gods, not knowing whom to hand over to her, established that to decide who was the most beautiful could only be the most beautiful of mortals, that is Paride, unaware prince of Troy. Aphrodite bribed Paris, promising that she would give him the love of the most beautiful woman in the world. Paris favored Aphrodite, unleashing the wrath of the other two. The goddess of love then helped Paris kidnap Elena, wife of Menelaus, king of Sparta, and the fact was the triggering cause of the Trojan war.
The Last Judgment has been a subject in Western art since the fourth century, reaching its complete form in the twelfth century, when it was placed on the outer facade of cathedrals or on the inner facade of churches, marking the end of the life of Christians and their ultimate encounter with Christ. The work most cited by fourteenth-century painters was Giotto's fresco in the Scrovegni Chapel in Padua (1303-6), but the subject was taken up by Fra Angelico and Michelangelo and remained common until the eighteenth century.
The theme of the Last Judgment, with the reward or condemnation of people by God, depending on their deeds, is found in the Old Testament in the stories of the prophets, and in particular of Daniel, who uses shocking images taken up in the imagery to describe the time of Judgment with the “Son of Man who comes in the clouds” (7: 12). Western iconography, however, is based on the account given in the Gospel of Matthew (25: 31 - 46; 16: 27) with the sudden return of Christ.
There is a clear invitation to “keep watch” (Matthew 24: 42). “When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sir upon the throne of his glory” and He will judge “all nations” on the basis of their love of others. After which “these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal”. First, to the sound of the trumpet, as Saint Paul explains in some Letters (1 Thess 4: 16-17; 1 Cor 15: 52) the dead shall rise again, but changed, and “incorruptible”.
The vast Parousia is therefore the triumph of the dead Christ resurrected for his love of humanity. The redeeming value of his Passion is expressed by the angels above, and by the instruments of his martyrdom: the scourges, the crown of thorns, the nails, Veronica's veil, the reed with the sponge soaked in vinegar, the spear, and the shroud. They are now sources of light, like the wound hi the side of Christ enthroned who, in the iridescent “mandorla” a symbol of his regal transcendence raises his arm in condemnation, opening his seamless tunic in a very human manner, revealing the luminous wound. This is a strict, but also a mild Christ. The twelve apostles are seated on thrones around him, each with a living expression that conveys their individual spiritual personality. Next to Christ, in the iridescent “mandorla”, a symbol of her virginity, sits Mary, the Queen and Heaven's Gate, in a blue sky, the colour of majesty. On the same level as the Son, the Virgin is shown as “Theotokos”, the Mother of God, suggesting tenderness and mercy towards humanity. The group with Christ and Mary with the Apostles is therefore the spiritual and emotional center of this painting.
The story of humanity undergoing the Last Judgment unfolds in large, lively parallel scenes beneath this group. The “resurrection of the flesh” is shown below the central group of trumpeting angels, dominated by a warrior angel with two large cartouches. It is a scene of pure terror: an angel crouches down on the “Dies Irae”, or “day of wrath”, according to the Sequence that all the faithful would know. A statuesque Archangel Michael stands with his sword drawn, as one who has fought against the devil (Rev. 12:7). Another angel addresses him, bringing him one of the saved and he points him towards the group of the blessed. They live in mutual evangelical love: a queen helps another crowned woman to emerge from the tomb. The blessed are divided into overlapping groups in hierarchical order, pleading and adoring and facing the Judge. Below the patriarchs, with Adam and Eve now in old age, are the Baptist and the saints (Dominic, Francis with his stigmata, and Benedict), and then the “choir” of popes, bishops, prelates, and kings. Lower down, the company of merchants and knights and, lastly, the world of women. A vista of people praying in Paradise, where Christ the Lamb “is the shepherd” (Apocalypse 7: 17).
On opposite left side there is the Inferno. Closely linked to the Last Judgment by means of the “wide gate”, located in lower right side of the hell mountain, it sums up the medieval idea of condemnation to eternal fire “prepared for the devil and his angels” (Matthew 25: 41) with horrible torture, which decorated churches and chapels. Echoes of Dante's Inferno can be felt everywhere. Lucifer, a three-headed giant, devours sinners and then excretes them (Inferno, XXXIV, V. 28) in a subterranean world filled with fire and pain. All around him, ape-like demons torment the souls placed in circles: he greedy, the gluttonous, the violent, the lustful. Like the cells of an immense beehive, they emanate from the monstrous central figure which was “cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him” by God (Apocalypse 12: 9).
The scenes exhibit the furious dynamism of the dammed being banished. Three angels force these miserable beings towards “wide gate” of the hell, in an atmosphere of terror, among “sighs, complaints, and deep groans” (Dante, Inferno, III, v. 22) but also of “mutual hate”. There is a dramatic scene in which young women hurl themselves on others, as they emerge in frenzy from the gates of hell, to drag them inside. Hell is indeed a rigid place where the devils enjoy tormenting the damned, who are painted with acute realism, terrified and screaming. The entrance is through the immense mouth of a serpent, the animal that symbolises the Devil (Genesis 3: 14-15). The atmosphere is one of a terrifying horror story made up to convince the faithful to shun Evil. Among the dammed, there are powerful kings and dignitaries, unworthy people of the Church, and “heretics” as the Muslims were considered, and Jews, who did not recognize Christ as the Messiah. Real men and women, now desperate, grimacing in pain and plunging down towards hell, where sin continues to exist, as in the vain woman looking at herself in a mirror. The message is eloquent because, unlike the sky and the earth, the words of Christ “will never pass away” (Matthew 24: 35).
Source: Museum Notice
Buffalmacco’s mural painting
Last Judgment m. 6,0 x m. 8,6; Inferno m. 6,0 x m. 7,0
1326 – 1341
Pisa, Piazza dei Miracoli, Camoposanto Munumantale
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Introduction
Almighty God says, "In the last days, Christ uses a variety of truths to teach man, reveal the essence of man, and dissect his words and deeds. These words comprise various truths, such as man’s duty, how man should obey God, how man should be loyal to God, how man ought to live out the normal humanity, as well as the wisdom and disposition of God, and so on. These words are all focused on the essence of man and his corrupt disposition. In particular, those words that reveal how man spurns God are spoken in regards to how man is an embodiment of Satan and an enemy force against God. When God does the work of judgment, He does not simply make clear the nature of man with just a few words, but carries out revelation, dealing, and pruning over the long term. Such manner of revelation, dealing, and pruning cannot be substituted with ordinary words but with the truth that man does not possess at all. Only such manner of work is deemed judgment; only through such judgment can man be persuaded, be thoroughly convinced into submission to God, and gain true knowledge of God. What the work of judgment brings about is man’s understanding of the true face of God and the truth about his rebelliousness. The work of judgment allows man to gain much understanding of the will of God, of the purpose of God’s work, and of the mysteries that could not be understood by man. It also allows man to recognize and know his corrupt substance and the roots of his corruption, as well as to discover the ugliness of man. These effects are all brought about by the work of judgment, for the substance of such work is actually the work of opening up the truth, way, and life of God to all those who have faith in Him."
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The huge monstrous Lucifer dominates the interior of the mountain of hell. Lucifer, a three-headed giant, devours sinners and then excretes them (Inferno, XXXIV, V. 28) in a subterranean world filled with fire and pain. All around him, ape-like demons torment the souls placed in circles: he greedy, the gluttonous, the violent, the lustful. Like the cells of an immense beehive, they emanate from the monstrous central figure which was “cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him” by God (Apocalypse 12: 9).
Source: Museum Notice
Buffalmacco’s mural painting
Against my better judgment, I have decided to post this photo of myself trying on a bikini in a fitting room at JC Penney's This photo was inspired by my Flickr friend, Erica Foley. For those who are not familiar with Erica, Erica frequently posts photos and videos of herself in lingerie as she tries on dresses and swimsuits in her favorite stores, usually Macy's.
I have to admit I really enjoyed the moment, yet managed to conceal my excitement inside my panties. . . .
I have posted a few bra and panties photos in the past, so I don't know why I feel so nervous about posting a photo of myself in a bikini. Nevertheless I feel compelled to post this photo, despite the fact that my legs were not shaved. (Please don't zoom in for the closer look!) I guess the real test will come when I wear this bikini to the beach or a pool. I'll probably feel very self-conscious, at least initially, but it won't be because I haven't shaved my legs at the time. The bottom was much smaller in terms of coverage than I originally thought, but it does fit rather snug. Nevertheless, after I finished posing for photos, I exchanged this bottom for another bottom, which was of the same design and matched the bra and was one size larger. I also note that so many of the girls on Flickr have posted photos of themselves wearing bikinis during the current pandemic. . . . I guess I caught the fever too! By the way, I'm wearing the mask to protect myself and others as required by the store and as a matter of common sense; not to hide my identity. I am a proud TG woman. . . or maybe I'm just shameless!
I should also say that I like the decorative rings on the hips which hold the bikini together too. The colors are growing on me as well!
Feel free to offer comments!
Nicolaus and Johannes - Final Judgment (around the eleventh century) - Pinacoteca dei Musei Vaticani
Questa tavola dalla forma insolita (rotonda con una base rettangolare) proviene dall'Oratorio di S. Gregorio Nazianzeno a Roma. La rappresentazione del Giudizio Finale si svolge su cinque fasce sovrapposte, ciascuna con una scritta esplicativa in latino: a partire dall'alto, nella prima appare Cristo tra cherubini e angeli; nella seconda Cristo davanti a un altare tra due angeli e i dodici Apostoli. Nella terza, più complessa, sono tre raffigurazioni: a sinistra S. Paolo che guida gli eletti, al centro la Vergine e Santo Stefano che intercedono per i Santi innocenti, a destra tre opere di misericordia (vestire gli ignudi, visitare i carcerati, dare da bere agli assetati). Nella quarta fascia si illustra la resurrezione dei morti (a sinistra pesci e bestie feroci sputano le membra dei corpi divorati, a destra due angeli svegliano i morti nelle tombe al suono delle trombe apocalittiche). Nella base della tavola, infine, troviamo l'Inferno e la Gerusalemme Celeste con la Vergine tra gli eletti.
L'opera, firmata da Nicolaus e Johannes è, dalla maggior parte della critica, assegnata alla seconda metà del XI secolo.
This unusual shaped table (round with a rectangular base) comes from the Oratory of St. Gregory of Nazianzeno in Rome. The representation of the Final Judgment takes place on five overlapping bands, each with an explanatory text in Latin: from the top, in the first appears Christ between cherubim and angels; in the second Christ before an altar between two angels and the twelve Apostles. In the third, more complex, there are three depictions: on the left St. Paul guiding the elect, in the center the Virgin and St Stephen who intercede for the innocent Saints, to the right three works of mercy (dressing the naked, visiting prisoners, giving to drink thirsty). In the fourth band is illustrated the resurrection of the dead (left fishes and wild beasts spit the limbs of devoured bodies, right two angels awaken the dead in the tombs to the sound of apocalyptic trumpets). At the base of the table, finally, we find Hell and Heavenly Jerusalem with the Virgin among the elect.
The work, signed by Nicolaus and Johannes, is, from most critics, assigned to the second half of the 11th century.