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I hope to find a kind-hearted woman to build a lasting relationship with. Genuine and kind, someone I can talk to about anything and everything. I want a partner who's excited to share their knowledge and experiences with me, grow together, learn new things from each other, and connect on a deeper level. You can share your thoughts and ideas with me, and I'll be happy to discuss all kinds of topics. I want us to build a wholesome relationship where being there for each other is enough.
This part is about what I'm looking for in a relationship: - Mutual love and respect and care, my chest will be your pillow while we binge episodes and watch a lot of things while cuddling, romantic dinners, cooking together, enjoying life to the fullest , holding hands while walking , going to the beach, traveling to new places, trying new things and experiencing what life has to offer together :) . Being there for each other through good and bad times . You can always count on me and tell me everything, I will be the shoulder you can lean on. I'm very romantic and I have a lot of love to give. When we are together expect me to always hug you, kiss you on your forehead, hold your hands and express my love to you and how much you mean to me while I look deeply into your eyes . Romantic moments and lovely things like giving each other pet names, making you bed surprise breakfasts. Tons of Cuddles and hugs . I will always sheer you up, motivate you, and help you . I'll always be there for you.
Currently located in Morocco and I work in IT field. I'm looking for someone 20 or older who's okay with long-distance until we figure things out.
As for my physical attributes, I have light brown skin, black hair, and brown eyes, average looking guy. I used to train in calisthenics and weightlifting, but I had to stop due to shoulder injuries. Personality-wise, I'm an ENFP MBTI type with a bubbly, caring, affectionate, patient, and ambitious personality. I'm easy-going, non-judgmental, and an ambivert depending on the day. I have a good sense of humor and always make my friends laugh. My hobbies and sports include running, calisthenics, cycling, cooking, and hiking. I enjoy reading, playing video games, traveling, camping, watching movies, TV shows, documentaries, and anime.
I can speak four languages fluently and hope to learn more in the future. I love to do many activities like having long walks and exploring new places. When it comes to indoors, I'm very creative at finding ways to enjoy our time. I love discussing all kinds of topics; we can talk about anything from history, geography, cinema, sports, religion, philosophy, languages, food, politics, spiritualism, video games, travel, cultures, technology, and more.
Regarding religion, I'm agnostic, and I don't believe in any religions. I'm still searching for the truth, so I don't have a problem with you being from any religion.
When it comes to films, TV shows, and anime, it's hard to pick favorites, so you can ask me later. As for music, I enjoy classic hip-hop, rap, rock/post-rock, jazz, 80s music, some metal, classic, ambient, pop, and soundtracks. I used to watch anime growing up, and I still enjoy it, but I don't watch it as much as years go by, still watching certain weekly releases.
Thank you for reading through all this! If you're interested, please contact me through DM or chat. Introduce yourself and tell me a bit about you, write more than Hey.

…but you did. At the moment I felt like I needed you most, you pushed. You always said if we came to an end, you’d be my friend and you’d communicate, but you pushed. I would’ve willingly walked away, but for you it must’ve been fun to push. When your wife decided she couldn’t handle the distance in our triad, you decided I no longer had value to you and you pushed. You let me know I was never an equal partner. You posted to the world like I was never even a thought for you all the while ignoring my last message. I waited for three weeks to hear something from you. Because you made promises to me that I remembered. Now, I’m only a stranger to you. I finally understand what Goyte was talking about. You told me I was family and then you pushed. For that, I wish I could summon the energy to hate you.

'Faze'.
At the, "Dere-Licht," Manor, upon the Steps of the Stairs, a Smoked Pipe was placed. In the very Centre of the Meeting Hall (the Room off to the Side from the Bottom of the Stairwell), there was another one, as well. Okay well, throughout the entire building... More like, a GREAT number!
Avem had them placed all throughout that Rebuilt Old Character House, and within that Glorified Mansion, there were Smoked Pipes, In and On Cupboards, Resting Upon Windowsills (with the Drapes Pulled or Left Open), upon Countertops, Hidden Inside of Bookshelves (if not Resting Upon them), of course on the Mantle, Hidden In and Around Corners.. at Every End, Above and Slightly Adjacent to Entrances, and even some, which were included upon the Tabletops...
All of these Smoking Pipes, some with Ashen Remainders in them, some only Constructed Models of, what we imagine, would have been kept for their Interest Sake, were watched by a Careful Set-Up, of Video Surveillance.
The Surveillance, Signaled Hanging Display Monitors, all throughout the House, and also at Avem's Lab in Tokyo. Some of these Monitors, were Hanging from the Ceiling, at the Walls, Facing Down and Into the Rooms. Others, in the Bedrooms, were Level with Sitting Chairs, where one might want to Sit Down and Look At Them.
They were Set Up, Primarily, To Catch Every Angle and Motion of Light or Shadow Upon or Within the Pipes. This Recording of Smoked Rememberances, took place Every Night and Day, from the Rising to the Setting of the Sun, all Throughout the Years. What were the Ashes for?
…
Granny Smith, he yelled. I'm telling you! She didn't believe him one bit. And you pretend you weren't looking for me!?...
She interrogated him fearsomely. Do you know who I am???
Do you know who I am, "Roared," Perry, back at her, bleakly. He was terrified. Though, he somehow managed to pull off a tone, which mirrored her own, with mock mavery.
Down the hall, there was a beep. Close the door, Swarma commanded, looking out through the interrogation Room's Exit. There was the sound of a, "fwoosh," and a, "click," outside of it. Nobody had been at the Exit, either to push or to pull it's heavy door, closed. There was also no telling, of where that other door might be. She took a swab and daubed Perry with it quickly, before leaving. Wait right here, she cackled, smiling a leerily-wisening old grin, as she left him to total.
What's doing this to you? shrieked Ren. June had actually been, in all fact, sobbing and in dread. Her body, becoming purple, as it was, "cast," with some thick layer of unknown chrysoform, which continued to cover her in variegating patches, no matter how much she scratched or peeled. It seemed to keep leaking out from her pores in beads, which coalesced over her skin, recombined, and matted. Heaving, she threw a chunk at the Vending Machine.
She was sitting in Emergency, having just made it through Triage. These are for you, said the Faithful and Believing, Catholic Lady Friend of Wells, who passed her some Pamphlets from the Lecture.
The Professor had stopped everything, to see to it that this kind Lady, would bring Juniper to ER, post-haste. June had brought Ren along as a Study Buddy, for Note-Taking, with a Bribe.
Initially, June went out to the Mountains, to collect Perry's belongings from the Rented Cabin. Upon arriving back in town, both she and Ren decided to Drive out to the College for a Lecture, and to Sight-See, while asking people around the Area if they had Seen or Heard from Perry. Could he be haunting her somewhere? Was there any hope?
Although... the Professor HAD, abruptly interrupted his Lecture to find one of his CPR-trained staff to escort Juniper to the nearby Hospital E.R., in the event that she might not make it there herself, and was, "Truly," facing a Medical Crisis.
The Vending Machine, went lame, and the lights in ER flickered for a moment. I'm getting creeped, said Ren. That's all!
June's problem stemmed back, from when she ate the Oatmeal, which Perry had left behind at the Cabin, while she was inside it, looking at a Newspaper and Doodling.
Some of Avem's Team, had been in the Trails previously, and Driven a Snowmobile through them, tracing Chemicals through the Snow. A or Spoken Split. It had been at just one of her Lab's Testing Zones.
Avem had caught onto Perry, first, when her Voice Exploded from a Crackling Ice Wyrm/ “i”’Sāqa-Šaqqa, in the Cabin's Fireplace.
Avem had been Writing her Vocals into the Chemical Strains of the Ice-Wyrm Constituency Potion, which she concocted in her Lab, and Spread Rumours about, then Codifying it with Automatic Cyber-Sentience Response-Forms, which took initiatives, based on Environmental Factors, and in turn, fed back Information. This Data, was made readable by her Reverse Tonic, which Tabulated it, by Codices, which had Variables in her own Mental Inter-Framing. Cog-Notes, if you will, to her own Cognition. All of, these, Variables, which entered her Consideration, let her Pry, both on Known, and Unknown, Territories. She frequently Drank her Cyber-Tonic from a Vial in her Lab, while going over Her Work.
Perry Wheeled, and Stumbled around the Room, trying to avoid the Icicle Firecrackers, which were Sounding Off whenever he Slid and/or Stepped upon them. He'd apparently been Mega-Dosed, and was now about to Learn what in the World of a Mega-Dosed, Felt Like when Under and In It.
The Wyrms were Sounding Off, in an Acoustics Array, and Perry, Bounded and Rebounded Turning Listless as the Chrysalids Exited him, and Becoming Reinterred into Motion Again, by their Sounds. He was now, well... Not Feeling Like a Perry. That and he was Done, Done, and, "Roared," out. He could No Longer even Find his Own Vocal to Bless How He Felt. Avem came back in, when the Turnabout was Over. She had Observed Perry by a Camera Hidden in the Room, which was Hooked up to her Monitors for Surveillance, as well. Turning on a Ventilation Fan, from outside, which led the Room's Air into a Separate Chamber, she had Two People, Dressed in Dark Robes, walk in, and move Perry back to his Chair, now Limp. They Swept Up, the Remaining Crystalline Deciduates, and Drains Opened, which Took the Little Bit of Liquidine Debris, Out of the Room. Perry, was now Toned.
Swarma, Placed her Hand on his Forehead, at First to Take his Temperature, and then, Mentally Calibrating his Vocal Remembrance within Herself, Uttered a Word to him, While he sat Slumped over the Chair, Catatonic. The Word.
And Therein, may be a Key... His Subconscious Mind, would most certainly Remember. She Had Uttered It, in His Very Own Vocal Tone. Why? It Rendered him Cognizant and Triggered His Mentality, as though His Own... Though, Truly?... Her Own.
Perry was allowed, with the other Time Wraiths as escort, to slowly move around the Manor and familiarize himself with it. He was being taught by them, how to remain very still for long periods of time. Many of the Time Wraiths, were flown out to the Lab down in Tokyo, to use the computers on their Night-Watch Network. The Lab there, housed her prized Hua Niu ("Black Diamond") Apple, Bonsai, kept under specialized lighting, plus numerous other artefacts. It was set up like somewhat of a Museum, with one dimly lit, humming room for computer observancy, which apart from Monitor glare, left much to the realm of the keen observer.
The 34, often formed a Large Pentagram, with two people at each of the five elemental points, two people between each elemental point encompassing, two people between each elemental point intersecting, two people in the very centre, and two people encircling round about. Underneath them, was stone masonwork in black basalt, and a large star outline, traced with gold inlay.
A chandelier hung above them, and the room had an overview of the gated entrance, where birds were often seen in trees, and light could pour in, but at night, the glass of these windows turned sheet-black to buffet them in, high enough up that none might peep.
By no commotion of ceremony, the participants would stand and hear the NicNeven recite her Canon address. The fruits her Science had yielded, sounded in the Hall, and into their collective memory, which disbanded when they did, after she read from her book.
The book, made from gene paper, was their Canon, and this... only a meeting hall. Despite its congressional form, summons were not of sell out to World Teachings. She ranked as their Science-elected, matriarch, of mental-modernity, by the facet of old typings and tyings, to, "new," teachings.
Ruminations from the fruits of her labwork, thereat would be discussed. For if nobody would have them, they most certainly would. Then, and only then, would the lines be codographed (some of the Night-Watch, were also very good hackers). They were secretly culted-over, but by few, and their practicum bore method, not mere devotion. The team were, "Nec-Will'O’Mancer"-affiliate.
An Addendum/Add-On on The Hadena/Gaudy Hadibi/Gift, Out Of Hades/Hell, by Hoodoo (Through Sinter Croft Sinchery, or, alleged Ho-Doctorate).
~ In Other Words: The Elaborately Sinched False-Label on Tobacco Smoke. ~
…
That It Came From, Túḫ-ḫa-a-iz-zi: "To Produce Smoke."
A Variant Of This Hittite Language Word (In Imperative Plural), Is, "Tuḫḫāndu."
…
Because, 'Tuh': Means to, "Pour"/"Give Birth"/"Lay Eggs"/"Touha (Which, implies, by, "Desire")," And/Or, "Tuha," https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/tuh
This, As Well As, 'Tuhh': "Thousand"/"Grand"/"Tonn,” by the Proponent of Measure. https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/tuhh
&
... 'Tuha': "Tuba." https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/туъһа
Where, ... 'Tuba' (Malay Language): Is a, "Poison That Is Made Out Of Root." https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/tuba
Plus, it’s, 'Tuba' (Malay Language), Gives "Duva (Fijian Language),"
For 'Dūbǭ' (Dutch Language): https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/Reconstruction:Proto-Germanic/dūbǭ * 'Dūbǭ', Can Mean, "Dove." *
Thus, “Height.” Though, Holy Spirit (Or Prayers) still, “Intemn”/”Imprison,” you as Indebted by Material Snare (Karmic-Causal Renditions), if not off of it.
…
~ After Tuh, Which Too, Is Tuha.. And Tuha, Which With Tuhh, Is Thousand.. ~
... Kamba Language: "Andu,” for, “Mundu."
• Making, "Tuḫḫāndu."
…
The Reason Why, Is Because,
"Andu (Kamba Language)": "Mundu,"
And "Mundu (Kamba Language)": "A Man,"
When,
"Mʊ̀ntʊ̀ (Proto-Bantu Language)": "Kɪ̀ntʊ̀"/"Thing,"
And "Kɪ̀ntʊ̀"/"Thing,"
When Translated To Nyasa, Chichewa Language: "Chinthu."
This Last Addition Indicates The

• "Co."

Which Is, The, "Man," "Thing," Or, "World," Of It, So To Speak.
Which Would Be The World, If Not By Dove-Letterate.

• Jehu, Jehu, He’ish I Say too. *

Ishi (Hosea). …

• Anyhow, the Natives know it by another name. Hope you've enjoyed the Lesson!

What did you have me on? Some sort of Cerelium Slick? El, in Perry, broke out bawling. Something so licentious that I can’t tell I’m licked. HaHa.
His stupor adored him with affection, and he had a hammering affectation from it. It caused him to clout his knowing, though only briefly.
Perry came through, yamming… I’m looking back on days of Candy Cloaker Gobstoppers! You mean you literally had me erased… or, where am I?
You Hide no Burger, in Finding Fries, Perald. Daytime is where I have you.
At that, there had been an unconventional or out-of-the-norm convening, where not-an-one of all the attendants had-in, to agree, "We are Necropolitan"... Though, their greed to know, would grow.
Perry led himself back in, looking for his girlfriend, strangely feeling sold out of his nut.
…
Ironically, it was just at that point that Juniper had made it there. She too was undergoing her thought detexturing, “rinse,” that is, the opposite of any detox, after looking like a Raisin May's, “In.”
This was to be the, “Turnabout (a new Ceremony was declared by Avem’s Host in Relative-Caster Company, and held somewhat like a House Party).”
A $9,000.00 Maitland Smith Dollhouse Bar Cabinet, was off in isolated room of the newly Renovated Manor, with a load of Porcelain Dolls and cameras to watch it.
That room was off limits.
Juniper had had it in her know long afore, in dream. Now to hack Avem… oh, where?
…
"Osa," circuit of my air... How can, "I," enfold you? Swarma asked, with a vestitude, which only, behooved to surmise her, with surreptitious guiltiness of paridyllic refrain.
She, “The NicNeven,” winked meaningfully, holding an extremely rare pipe up, skyward.
The Time Wraiths all sat, in their, “F”arm-Ended Theatre apart from the once-Ballroom.
Quieting down, it was in their circle that a cast occurred, but in truth they were no relative summoners and Avem’s Mafia had elected them afresh.
That is… that as they were all a, somewhat afraid and eerily sketched out, “Fresh Crop,” yet and though, she would in fact, have them richly afforded, in Good Time.
…
Avem’s Mafia had sent the former Nec-Will’O’Mancers over to her Manor for the Renovations.
Avem, then, was Crowned, “Accorded,” and the Newly Selected Time Wraiths, could be Trained.
Avem’s Clue In, in her new Role, while in her old Manor seemed to live in it’s espies.
I mean, they must have had her drugged for the whole house to be enchanted, somehow, but the only question is who set it up, and when?
One of her clues, came from a former Nec-Will’O’Mancer silently shadow-encoaching a novice approved in the group, by his far larger boding of path had, in-the-off. She heard the man in her head as well, ruling that Smith had to explore her ties in the Mafia, through rank, a second time, and thus a later, termed-submission as a right of accession, had been officed.
She, once again (the man went over in his mind) being indoctrinated into Mafia rank, though slowly, because her freedom-release methods, were her own merital device, and she needed a longer time to work at them.
Avem, had canned herself intentionally, to stay at a head, but nobody fully knew, how it was done.
Reptilian Mind Control.
-‐-
How could that be?
Look to the Wind, and we shall ride. ~ "Phantom Riding The Whip," where one is not standing on top of a vehicle, but rather, riding over a different type of, "Whip," as a, "Phantom-Circuit." ~
"Now we admonish," they recited.
"Peace be," stated the NicNeven. She inhaled from the lit pipe.
They all, “doned,” her infuriatingness, with amicability.
Now yes, your highest love, and what’s our gift they forecried, awaiting something.
Not of in an any Dib of forgery… You will undoubtedly see. She canned.
Please don’t mess us or master us mental, Avem, one girl joked, admitting the kind dark lair WAS weird.
That's Missus, Avem relegated ghasting.
…
Now, I have here the document they stole it from, a man entering the room said. He read aloud,
The remains of a, "chicote"/"cigar butt"/"cigarette butt."
The Nec-Will'O'Mancers, then stated in unison, reading off of the pamphlets they'd previously been handed out, though in a less clear-and-determined tone, or well (it seemed), in a way that hummed and wandered.
"... Far l'fo, Ho glow. How we sway. How does a hard tar, Lie her thieu, In a chi, icy high..."?
When they were finished reciting, the man continued speaking.
By, "sukunai," "少ない," the man continued in Japanese… a word, which means, "few or little," with the root word, "少し ("すこし," "sukoshi").""
Avem exhaled. "The synonym for, which is, "chotto," she said. So yes... in other words? "A little." "ちょっと ("chotto")," may I add, it has a root word in the adverb, "chito..." "... "ちと ("chito")," as in, "slightly," "a little," "a bit," or, "somewhat," where, "ち ("chi," means, “small”)," and, "と ("to," is an adverbial particle). "と ("to")," is also a noun, which is short for, "と金 (tokin)," which will now indicate a promoted, "歩兵 ("fuhyō," or, "pawn”)," that, "moves," like a, "金将 ("kinshō," or, “gold general”).""
Thus, what might have been inferred, perhaps, was that a, "Chicote," in a pipe, was, more or less, alike unto a, "Chi Chót," if it did indeed implicate such.
A, "Chót," of course, meaning something at the, "Bottom," "Lowest Extremity," or, "End," of something, and from there, or at that point, perhaps even then moving forward.
Chicote, apart from being a form of Tobacco, was also, in all truth, a form of, "Whip," known for being a Scourge, in places like the Congo.
The NicNeven, had already caught wise to this, and also how, this form of Tobacco, may have had it's own "Xicohtli (a Nahuatl word, for, "Bumblebee")."
I guess, what needed to be said most (as a nod to the Indigenous People), was that they were good to hold a Peace over the Herb, and also Bow...
Some people may have needed a Peace Blessed over them, knowing the Nature of how all Words exist with ties to Power.
…
This time, however, she was not merely dreaming with the pipe. She aimed to begin work on something more pivotal. Holding her peace, over them, as though the Time Wraiths had not, in fact, been led by her to keep a different mindset, themselves, she kept them aware, of the part of her mind they were let in by.
A part, they would not be able to share. When inhaling, she did so with a strickening wind, through sympathetic diacords and resonance fields, and from a region locked onto by the Time Wraiths collective awareness. The NicNeven (we presume, remaining silent somewhere at the top of an, "imaginary," but quite irregal, circuit of Heaven, and with her pipe), had her whole lot hidden safely away, and blessed unseen.
She, "wind-let," her chosen remote area, with the pipe, from a distance, as though it were a whip and a scourge, creating yet another (this time stronger), bane.
Her smoke summons, were such that, she hoped to collect and open them, one day, as a portal, to dawn on the World.
As for the pipe vision. This one was well formed. She might have make a centrepiece of it, on table somewhere.
Many of them, rested on glass plates, with glass cases overtop. After their Surveillance Circuit had run, "Ash-Line Data," or, "Pipe Particle Intel," was fed through a Computer on the Ash-Configuracy, Analysis-Observancy Program, of the, 'Night-Watch Circuit', of the, "Time Wraiths"-Network, and for a Number of Reasons...
One, being that the Data, would often be used to reproduce these, "In-Pipe Visions," as, "Viable Product-for-Sale ("Furnishings from the, "Furnace,"" so-to-speak)," and so they needed a Good Record of Analysis kept for Reproduction. "Pipe Reproductions," would be made using more Durable Materials, and Non-Smokable Materials. The Data, would also allow the group to Configure Predictions of Ash-Shift, with a Matrix, once Measurements and Variables were Plugged into an appropriate Coded Program Logarithm, which helped them see, potential Shift Patterns, which may yet arise. The Furnishings, were to be kept as Permanent Pipes... Artefacts, for the Mansion, and Museum, of Swarma.
'Necrolith Spectre'. ~ The NicNeven's, "Necrolith Spectre," had a very real premise. She, had drawn Chi through her Summon of Feiz, by a Fix. ~
"Chi (# 14)": https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E3%81%A1
"Summon ("Korean," Language)": 徴 https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E5%BE%B4#Japanese
"Feiz ("Zhuang," Language)": https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/feiz#Zhuang
"Fix ("Bouyei," Language)": https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/fix
Andrew wrote obscurely,
My thought is that the Jinwen Bian, Bronze Inscription, of, "Fá (in the Mandarin Language)," ties itself over to, "Fät (in the "Volapük," Language)," and thus relates to, "Fate," and, "Karma."
"Fat (in the Cantonese Language)," means, "Buddha," and is related to, "Fá (in Mandarin)," while, "Fät (in the Voläpuk Language)," is characteristic of, "Buddhist Philosophy."
Does anyone else see the Structure of the Modern, "Wheel," in the Mandarin, "Fá?" - A.W.T. (November 18th, 2020).

• No-one knew why. *

‘A, “Marrow Vin Gean”’.
The Holy Spirit Sword cuts through to the Marrow. This is intended to mean that it is versatile. Only, more to the point, that it is not intended for vice.
How this happens, is that it has verses, in tandem occurrence, operating in relevant reflection, on Scripture, and is designed to heal. That is… before having thought of attack or rendering anyone ineffectual.
Wisdom from Jesus, in Scripture, teaches us, that, without Doctrinal relevance, and Revelation, we live on a Dying Planet and cause it.
~ Falling out of our mouths, if I may add. ~ The tongue is a venomous instrument, which apart from destroying, needs to be bridled with Scriptural Truth and or the Gospel, or healing falls away from what we know of vital spirit, sowing, growing, engrafting, and planning.
However picking up on any dead line of “Prayer Chain (for things truly are, by introspection, a righteously bidden, divine godly judgement's in of how to live by a planetary Monodeism and not just by correspondence, but mainly faith in Him),” to help, Christianly, defeat the death of the soul. [Angelic parameters, of what’s barred, of course had in, or it’s out a’barren]
Marrow is where the Blood Cells are created before reaching the Circulatory System.
This is in the bone.
Luz is the Catholic-Bidden Vertebrae/Spinal Column Bone for Resurrection.
As Jesus commands one to Live or the Tree not to grow for being of ill time, Our lines have a prayer solvency to that line of fess, by the Vin, or vine, and gean or Spirit.
However, Merovingeans are babylonian Dragon order. We needed it bidden less graven.

• Remember the Holy Ghost is of the Burning Bush, with Moses, in Exodus, in The Holy Bible (and not only there).

A Spirit Sword (Of The LORD), bids first how to save. One, “should,” not desire to dare another into fire, as God graces the time by his hand.
Made of Heaven, wise, the sword knows the hairs on the heads of the utilizers and counting unequal, may perform.
That is, off for bolder lead, and even balded for baring, out of the Worker’s Parable of God’s Constance and Unequal Nature, bearers of it's Fire, may see, and do oft’ find some in their know, of the Church Hold on Word.
Obvious?
This is the Rate Of Pay, in the Vineyard Parable, of the Workers who worked (un-in Mammon), for their Lord (Christ), earlier, and then some other, later (ie. When, in Truth, found bidden in and by Him, a fair constant is maintained, no matter World Climate, in the Fellowship), for and not toward, the forever, for they may not be bidden.
God unriddled.
Jesus, is the Amen in Revelations 3:14, He Ransoms Believers Souls, through Self Sacrifice and Sovereign Service, his father, created and lawed through the covenants, and the commandments, and owned all heaven host and hierarch, and the Holy Spirit, Blessed the Way.
'On What Could Have Been'.
An expensive matryoshka was brought in for Ralph to look at...
He received the package at his Estate, and had a hard time with his spectacles, adjusting them trying to read the fine print.
The brown paper parcel, with white sticker, opened to a smaller purple gift box, within it. The gift box was about the size of an order of chow mein, and from within the lilac tissue paper inside, was a golden doll. Andrei, Fu, and Evelyn, had driven back and were now seated around Mr. Dizzmith.
Well, here it is, he stated. No word of who it's from, not to mention that I'm not working anymore.
Is it another antique asked Andrei?
Yes, and well, I think it is, replied the Senior, but the thing is, I don't know how to open it. It's a Matryoshka or Russian Nesting Doll, and this one is rather expensive, but the Middle Circumference of the Doll has a Twistable-Dial Lock, and I've never known that to be the case before.
Would you wager all the others inside it are like that, too? asked Evelyn. I know what Matryoshkas are, but you're right. This one DOES seem a little bedeviled.
Perhaps said Ralph.
Do you think there is anything inside, asked Fu.
It looks a little weighty. Is it a bomb? Asked Evelyn.
Nobody would bomb a man like Mr. Dizzmith, said Andrei, but just to be on the safe side, I'll look it up. Andrei pulled out his Smart Phone.
Most bombs don't have Passcodes, said Fu. Look, the Passcode is right here on the box.
It says the code can be adjusted and is made to be matrilineal.
This is most definitely a finely-crafted specimen then, but how does it work? asked Ralph.
Well, it looks like every Doll has two turnable dials at the vertical middle, which run horizontal and around the circumference. These are adjusted from within, when open, and numerically set with dates for a passcode, before the top and bottom on each doll are latched, that is. Each doll is secured, around and over the former one, which has been latched or fastened, and each, in so doing, has its dials consecutively scrambled from the outside, before putting the next doll on it. The dolls are hollow, and increase in scale, to fit, while the locks operate by Birth Years of mothers, or rather, daughters. If one Mother or Grandmother, leaves a Sum, in her Will, to the, 'Matryoshka Fund', it will Increase in Interest, and if they send an Heirloom in With the Money, once the Company is Informed of the Birth of the Final Child, they will send the Doll to the Final Child, Heirloom within It. The Family History, and Records are Sent too, as the Locks are Set with Birth Years, of Mothers, in Chronological Order or First to Last, and this Prevents the Wrong Families from Accessing the Contents.
If No Contents, are Sent by the Ancestral Will-Bearer, Gifts-in-Shop, may also be Included, upon Initial Order Selection.
The Company/Fund, occasionally Touches Base with the Families, but this is Less Common.
Who is it for? asked Evelyn.
I have no idea, but there's some Weird Vial in it!
What could it be of, though?
Well, Matryoshka's are generally not compartments, made use of, for containing things, but this appears to be a Vial of Oil.
"Oyle," is a rare name for the Saviour, "Jesus Christ," remarked Andrei.
"Oyle ("Middle English," Language)": # 2.4. https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/oyle Maybe an Heiress, then? said Ralph. WHO could she have been?!

My boyfriend (24M) and I (22F) have been together for 2 years, known each other for 3. I know him very well, and this behavior is not new to me. However, it's certainly increased. We started being long-distance about 6 months ago when he decided to go back to school. The long distance part isn't too difficult, I visit once a month and we haven't had any issues around being apart physically. The issue I'm having is that when he has a stressful day (which is most days now) or is frustrated about something, I'm immediately the outlet. He could be really sweet and kind to me - very attentive, giving me compliments, saying he misses me. Then for the next 3 days he won't ask me a single question about myself or my day, just talk about himself (I'm glad he vents and doesn't keep it in) and be kind of a dick to me.
The last time I visited we got into an argument where he had an attitude with me and I told him I feel like I'm always walking on eggshells and I'm not going to be treated this way. I explained that whatever is going on in his life directly impacts how he treats me. He said that's abusive and he feels horrible I'm feeling this way, but 2 weeks later nothing has changed.
I never know if I'm going to say the wrong thing and receive a snarky, patronizing response. I try to cheer him up but lately I've just been leaving him alone to avoid these interactions where I end up hurt. If something is wrong, it's all about him. I'm embarrassed to say this but yes, this behavior mimics my father. I have always been my dad's emotional punching bag, his wife is too. This is really difficult as someone who grew up with a parent who had similar behavior. I'm a people pleaser and feel like I'm revisiting my childhood trauma while dealing with this. Recently he said something horrible about my body after I sent him naked pictures which he ASKED for. Sometimes I think he wants to put me down in small ways so I don't go anywhere. Or misery truly loves company.
TL;DR; What can I suggest to him/what boundaries can I put in place to avoid him taking out his stress on me?

“When we got together, I told you wanted. I wanted sex multiple times, everyday”
If anyone had a relationship sex like like that in the beginning, is it still like that 5 years like? I mean holy fucking hell. All the dopamine running through my brain during the honeymoon phase, I thought he was just infatuated with me. I thought it would slow down. I fucking can not keep up with his sex drive. Nor do I want to if I’m not getting an orgasm everytime either. And then there’s the pissy attitude, walking into him masturbating every morning if I forget something in the bedroom because I’m not allowed to just lay in bed and chill if the kids are still asleep- “BED MEANS SEX”.
I’m just exhausted. Also with minimal housekeeping help, a very labor intensive job I work, and feral children, like all I want more than anything is an accident to happen that puts me in a coma.

I have a cat, her name is Peanut and she’s my darling baby. She’ll be 3 this winter, and for the most part I adore every single she does, no matter how odd.
Except for the fact that approximately every 10 minutes she comes up to me and begins to meow and look sadly at me because she is apparently hungry. And she’s loud and persistent, so there’s no ignoring her, no matter what I’m doing. I open feed her, and I do my best to always keep her food topped up, so she should be able to just go and eat by herself. Except even when she’s sitting in front of the full plate of food, she will still stare up at me until she knows I’m watching, and then she’ll start eating. She even checks every so often that I’m still there, and will just walk away from her food if she doesn’t see me. And for a while I was like, okay, a bit annoying but she’s my darling, so I didn’t mind it too much. She didn’t do it as often when she was younger, but recently it really is every 10-15 minutes. I’ll sit down with her, she’ll eat a bit then wander away, and not long after she’ll interrupt me again to beg for me to sit with her. And it’s not a health issue, I don’t think, because if I’m not there (for example, when I’m at work) she’ll eat just fine. She just hates to eat without me. I wondered for a while if perhaps I wasn’t giving her enough attention, but she doesn’t snuggle unless it’s her idea, and even when I do snuggle with her for hours at a time, as soon as she’s done cuddling she turns around and starts the whole song and dance again. I’ve tried playing with her, but she rarely seems interested in the toys I have. Most of the time I can put up with it because I truly do love her, but sometimes I just can’t deal with it. When I’m really busy and she keeps interrupting, if I’ve already had a bad day and I’m trying to just distance myself from the world, if my patience has already been tested a lot, etc.
Anyone know why she does this? Is there anything that can be done? It’s not the end of the world if she does this for the rest of her life, but I’d definitely prefer if she doesn’t. Thanks! (I’m not on Reddit very much, so if I’ve made a mistake or something, sorry, let me know and I’ll fix it!)

I felt so much desire, and then he treated me badly and I don’t know why
The sweetest man, I loved our time together and I don’t know why things went wrong. Was he masking his true personality?
I was quite terrified to date. I have a fear of getting hurt and trusting people.
So when I (26 f) first met my ex boyfriend (30 m), I was so scared. I communicated this to him, as I felt nauseous all the time and he reassured me that he was a nice guy and I have nothing to worry about and that he really likes me and even if anything happens, we will always still be friends. He was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met!!
He was so nice, affectionate and constantly sending me soppy messages. Our dates were amazing and he seemed to adore me. We had so much in common weirdly, and he agreed with everything I said. We connected so well and it was just so fun
We had so much in common, shared experiences of grief, we both didn’t drink alcohol , he said he loved my calm nature and how quiet I was
I relaxed and started to enjoy the relationship. He was a new immigrant to the country, and only 2 days after he moved here had me messaged me on tinder.
Because of this, I was the one planning all the dates. I planned picnics, walks, escape rooms, Cooked him dinners and picked him up in my car
There were a few red flags though and I brushed them aside. One being he never planned dates and the other the fact he constantly talked about his ex girlfriends. He had stayed very close friends with them and had only ended a situationship 3 weeks before he met me and still talked to her
Nevertheless, we got on so amazingly and our connection and chemistry was great. But over time it faded
He even reassured me he wasn’t using me for sex and said he preferred cuddles to sex
A lot of things he did annoyed me because I felt he had no consideration for me. Like talking about his exes in front of my friends, not cooking me food when I went to stay at his, he talked about his future goals and I didn’t really fit into them it seemed
The big one was him telling me he broke up with his ex because he wanted a baby and she wasnt ready and she said he was pressuring him. When I told him I want kids in future he said ‘oh I don’t want them anymore, I’m going to book a vasectomy!’ In which I replied ‘wow that’s a permanent decision, I’d hold back on that one.’ And he seemed to get annoyed with my comment
He always started to get annoyed with me. I got little criticisms all the time and I’d I did the slightest thing wrong, I was met by an evil deathstare. He changed, he wasn’t nice like he was in the beginning. He accused me of not u understanding sarcasm and being indecisive with date planning. He called me manipulative when I asked for my needs to be met. He was extremely resentful especially when I brought up my needs. Every time I wanted to talk about things I was worried about, he would just shut down. He also would always sulk about tiny things such as a pizza takeaway being closed or WiFi not working in a hotel meaning he wouldn’t speak to me all night
I became so anxious and sad and told him this and he said he couldn’t reassure me. I actually lost attraction to him which I assumed meant I had a medical problem so went to the doctor
One day out of the blue, he phoned me up and said he’s ending things because

• he doesn’t want kids
• he wants a life where he can move around a lot (weird because so do I)
• he never fell in love and dated me because he was lonely
• he needs therapy and hasn’t lived in many years

It’s a year on and I’m desperate to find a partner as he is the only person I’ve ever liked but I feel like I’ll never have feelings for anyone ever again
I found his exes instagram and although they are friends , she has so many posts about narcissistic abuse and trauma bonds, perhaps she is referring to him

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I was invited to my aunts dinner party 2 days ago which came as a surprise to me as she left me out intentionally before when she had a barbecue in the summer and then Christmas dinner although all my cousins (her nieces and nephews) were invited.
For background, my mum comes from a very large family she has 5 sisters and 5 brothers and they have adult children and then there’s me and my siblings who are also all over 25years of age.
Growing up I had an absent father, life was really tough at home, I did not have money to spend like my cousins did, I suffered mental abuse, physical abuse (it’s wasn’t that bad but on occasions I would get beaten up or slapped around) here and there. This made me become very isolated and quiet as a child. Im a complete introvert which my mum has always hated because compared to my cousins I never used to talk much, have friends, do makeup, dress femine and I grew up my mum and her sisters criticising me a lot for my looks and weight (mum never directly said anything about my looks but I could feel it in her words).
The youngest 2 aunties (my mothers sisters) always bullied me from as long as I can remember being in this world. Especially the aunty I’m making the post about, she would mock me the way I would talk, walk and say things. She would make comments like I’m moody, I don’t mix with other cousins, I don’t talk etc. Everyone knew about our life at home and how it was.
As I grew older, I distanced my self from the 2 aunties who would bully me about my personality and my looks and I kept my focus on my studies and career. So I obtained excellent A level results and it was quite a talk amongst my mums family and friends because of what I achieved (I did 6 A levels whereas the usual is 3). I couldn’t care less what they thought anyway but the point is that this aunty would make remarks about me like I’m arrogant, I think too much of myself, im stuck up etc
I am 30 now, I have lost my weight, I look good, I have a good career etc but I have never forgotten my aunties treatment towards me and the fact that my mum never defended me as a child.
So back to 2 days ago, I took a guess that I was only invited because my aunty needed my mums help in cooking otherwise I’d be left out as usual.
I raised this issue with my mum and I said to mum I’m really hurt that you are going to Aunty’s house to cook for everyone knowing how she treats me and how she’s treated me in the past. My mum said to stop complaining and get ready for the dinner invite. I dropped her off and went back home in tears.
Now my mum is giving me the silent treatment like she always has and it’s bringing back all my bad childhood memories. My cousin said I ruined the dinner for her and I should’ve just tagged along but I think a daughter should come before a sister or am I wrong?

Hi reddit.
Throwaway account bc it feels like a sensitive situation.
I work in a small retail store in a fairly small town. We sell fairly expensive product, though we try our best to make everything as affordable as we can. It's a nice job, I needed it when it was offered to me, I got it against all odds, and it has to do with the field I want to make a career and life in. I started out super excited and now about six months in I literally dread going to work every day. I can't wait to get out at the end of every day, just because of this one coworker.
For context, I'm 24 and work with a handful of other people including the coworker in question, who's in his 50's. When I started he seemed really nice and wanted to take me under his wing and show me the ropes. And that quickly became me doing the majority of his job while he took the credit for it, and the rest of this mess.
I already felt weird about him because his walk didn't match his talk at work. We don't have any managers but he acts like one because he orders most of our product. But he literally barely does anything until he wants to look like he is. He sits up in his corner or his office and avoids helping with customers. Every now and then when product comes in he'll act busy and huff and puff and curse under his breath as he goes past us and customers. He's gotten in trouble before for cursing and yelling when customers are in the store. Has rage fits where he's thrown expensive product over his head to "move" it and broken things doing this. And literally every other person at our company does not like him, but they don't really fire people?? So he's still here.
I don't have a car and was walking to work every day for a few months without telling anyone, because I didn't want to make anyone go out of their way. But then I started having sleeping issues and not showing up as early as I used to and people started seeing me walk around the corner. So this coworker started offering me rides, and I took them every now and then at first because it meant I didn't have to walk every day. When more people started finding out I got more offers too, but he was always the first to text me in the mornings and it was fine at first.
Since he also freelances in the field I want to go into, he started inviting me to events he was working, having me help him with his equipment while driving to venues and watch "how the old guys do it" all the while telling me stories about other girls he'd take to do this, though always with the caveat, "Never anything below the belt." And I started to really get the skeevies, have avoided these kinds of trips since.
I've been made aware that he has used the company credit card to make personal purchases -- including sex toys for his wife?? who also works in the company btw -- and have them delivered to the store, then he just pays back the company over time. And he spends WAY too much of our bosses' money anyway buying product we don't need, or buying too much product that we physically don't have space for. Like recently a buy in for a company was around $35k at max for the products we needed and he made an order for $70k including a ton of product that is over the price range we try to keep in stock for our customer base. Like stuff we probably won't sell for years. It's just gonna sit in our back room with tons of other expensive stuff we keep there "until someone asks about it" but only get pulled out for people to see them and leave.
He leaves work early all the time, has an excuse to take off almost every weekend so the rest of us always have to work them. We've handled it well, and can handle ourselves, so that bit's just annoying. But it somehow it just feels like it gets worse every day.
Because then, on days where just he and I would be working, he started bringing up sexual topics. Now I can get close to people and talk about that stuff but I have specific childhood trauma related to older men and after they'd known me for awhile I'd opened up a bit to my immediate coworkers about it. So when it happened the first time and he started talking about porn him and his wife watched and his opinions on BDSM?? I told him politely that I didn't really like to get into these conversations because I wasn't in a good spot to talk about it. He continued, and because we had hours of work left and there's not much I can do without leaving my post, I just kinda sat through it with small additions to conversation until either the phone rang or a customer came in and I had a reason to get up/leave the conversation.
Then he started inviting me to their house saying we could cook dinner and he could show me music and stuff. I haven't accepted that. Then it got to the point where he was still inviting me to events and saying I could go with him and stay at their house and just come to work the next morning.
One time my dumbass left my phone at work and walked to my roommate's job to ask to use theirs to contact coworkers because I was scared about being home alone where we live with no way to call for help if i landed in an emergency situation. He was the only one who answered and after I used my roommate's car to get home (bc they wouldn't let me walk lol) he coordinated getting my phone with my roommate and showed up to their job to ask which apartment at our complex I lived in. My roomie was like, "Oh I can take it home to them when I get off!" To which this man responded, "No, I'd feel better if I just went and dropped it off myself." I, sitting alone at home, got a knock on the door and it was him, saying, "Special Delivery!" And smiling. Very kind, I'm very appreciative, but it feels weird with the context of everything else.
I've stopped taking rides from him so much recently and I think it's upset him. He's been a lot more pissy at work. I felt bad about still taking rides from him when I felt uncomfortable, but I really wanted to stop when he showed me a song saying, "I wanted to show it to you because I know we have similar trauma." And I don't want to play trauma olympics, but this man is referring to both of us having had left the same religion in our pasts. For context, he chose to leave because it didn't sit right with him anymore. I had sex for the first time when I was 18 and had to publicly step down from my leadership position and got put through what was basically a "redemption program" I ended up defecting from because it was so dehumanizing. It felt a lil more than mildly insulting after I'd opened up to him about some of what I'd been through.
My roommates watched me go from being excited about work to not talking about it at all, and when I finally told them what was going on they won't let me take rides from him and are driving me to and from work. My other coworkers just found out he's been inviting me to stay at their house and they're appalled and trying to get me to talk to our bosses about it.
Last week one of said other coworkers went to our boss about his rage fits and that led to a non-directed talk to all of us by our owner that was basically, "We want everyone to be happy coming to work, if you're unhappy please come talk to us." But it was worded in a way where I don't think he knew it was about him.
So now I'm getting a little pressure to take my situation to them because the doors have been opened for me to do so.
I'm just scared. Because I've been through far worse and know that I can handle it, albeit my being uncomfortable. I know how to navigate situations with creepy men, I used to work restaurants in the bar scene here. But the only people with authority in our company is our owner and co owner, and they're pretty hands off because they actively work alongside everyone else too while running everything.
If I do say something, what if they don't do anything? He's made it through so many fireable offenses without being fired, how would this be any different? Plus I feel bad thinking about the prospect of someone potentially losing their livelihood just because I, a person who has been here 6 months, is uncomfortable. If I speak up and nothing happens, what if the work environment becomes more uncomfortable and hostile?
So here's my question. Should I talk to my bosses, and if so how should I go about it? Should I just stay quiet and deal with it? Is there some kind of middle ground I'm not considering?
Thank you for reading if you got this far and thank you for any advice that may be offered in advance <3

I'm 20 and I'm in a Computer Science university. I utilize most of my free time creating projects and apps that are not of much use, just for fun. I'm not that well off financially, and I only work throughout the summer because of university.
I've worked every summer for the past 3 years, but this summer I won't be able to find a job because of our family vacation being in the middle of the summer, and having exams at the end of august, meaning I won't be able to work for even a month.
My girlfriend is upset because I told her I wouldn't be able to take her out on many dates in the summer, as I won't be working. I am still focusing on programming as a career, and she's supportive, but she's suggesting that I drop programming for now, and just find a temporary job, just so we could go out together.
Now, we run into 2 problems:
1)I can't really find a fitting job, as I have exams now, a vacation in July, and more exams in August, giving me almost no room
2) Even if i did find a job, I won't be able to put my time into programming and the gym, making the job and my girlfriend my priority.
She claims I'm lazy and I'm just finding excuses not to work, but she, herself doesn't work because her parents are very financually stable, whereas my parents are okay, but they aren't able to let me take her out on dinners multiple times a week, as she suggests.
She offered to pay, and split the bills, but I just can't let her pay for every other date. I told her we can just chill and go for walks, but she prefers grabbing coffee, going to the movies or eating.
Am I actually lazy, or do I have a point? I want to focus on my career and I enjoy what I'm currently doing, and removing that from my life would make it more boring and I'd feel more useless.

‘Surviving The Win’.
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Chapter 009 - A.
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Santa Claus, had initially checked his list, and found that a Fairy Pipe had made its way into request, in the 21st Century.
The Fairy Pipe, is to be given to Andrew Thomlinson, he conceded, turning through some papers, although he couldn't make out why it said, from, “Eldritch.”
Was it more likely, Nicholas had wondered, that Eldritch was a nod to the entirety of the Elf Kingdom as the name would seem to suggest, or merely the alleged person, named Eldritch Spellbound.
Who is that, Nick? asked Mrs. Claus, coming forward with a glass of milk for her husband, and a bowl of milk for their cat.
As far as I know, he announced, Eldritch is the sort of person, who only ever existed, in the mind of, Avem Smith. However, he continued, Eldritch is also the nickname of one of our young beneficiaries in the future, by the name of Andrew. His name appears as such, as of 2004, anyhow.
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Nick walked out of their Fairytale Cabin to the Shed Of Lost Objects, located by their Barn where the Reindeer could be found.
“Curio Adhurio,” he reacted aloud, upon locating the small Smiling Rock. It was on a Shelf, and would later find it’s way into Perry’s hands. We should let Ben out for a while, he stated. He continued to leave the Shed, carrying a bottle of Zinfandel, as well. The reason for this, not being altogether evident, yet.
Carrying both items out to the Elf’s Workshop (an enchanted, overlarge, walk-in, OMRISS Cupboard), which operated by an ancient Medean Mean (or, Magical Modality), wedding each and every promulgatory to it’s prime, and by sāwa (an Arabic word, meaning to regularize or settle), as it is related to their word imil for make or do, unless of course by istahwā/h-w-y
اِسْتَهْوَى
Meaning to fill with passion, to make desirous, to enamour, to seduce, and/or to gain.
An en-dezlegare or resolver… with a key.
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The entrance to this Elf's Workshop, was about large enough to afford a small to regular-sized person through. He found it propped open.
The Bottle of Zinfandel, known as Zin was a “Goesting”/“Lust,” Alcohol.
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The elves, as usual, were hard at work.
Claus rang their work Bell. In his hand, he held the Silver Key Ring. He told them all to cease, and leave for approximately 45 minutes. They would alert Mrs. Claus. He needed her outside, once they were in the Cabin.
The elves ceased their work in the shop and exited.
Pitching the Rock onto a clear spot on the Floor of the Room, he poured out an Offering of Zinfandel, before closing and locking the Giant Omriss Door.
The Clauses waited outside the Cupboard 40 minutes and then into early Dusk.
Instinctively, their cat, “Loose,” came forward to light the way for both Nick, and Ma.
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They were feeding the Reindeer when it happened. A peculiar light shone, from out of the window of the Shed Of Lost Objects.
Nick saw this, and took it as his cue to walk back over to The Shed Of Lost Objects. The Delva La Plume Pipe had appeared. Nick went in to retrieve it.
Supposedly, it had been made of Tatter’s Old Trick, “Flower.”
Good!... he stated, portentiously satisfied.
Walking back with it, he was addressed by Mrs. Claus, who couldn’t really see why Nick hadn’t just settled for one of their Poinsettias, or crafted a pipe, himself. She returned to the Cabin.
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15 further minutes in, and Santa had heard a Loud Thump in the Giant OMRISS. He stood back, and unlocked the door... then, opening.
Ben? Is that you in there?
Yes it’s me Mr. Claus, said the depth of a murky voice of rather picky decisiveness. He was hidden in the shadows.
Well, come forward. I have something of yours. Actually, something of importance to discuss, about it. I need your blessing. Is this your Delva La Plume Pipe?
Yes, we’ll of course, replied Ben. It’s blessed by Lasagna.
May I give it away to someone? Nick’s voice wavered a little. He was referring to, “Ben’s,” Delva La Plume Tobacco Pipe, after all. It being a very sensitive matter to open about, let alone giving it away.
Golly, Nick? what are you going to give me in return for it? This Flower Pipe is a Sacred Item of mine. It had the Blessing of a Pixiu Money Dragon’s Yen. Those pertain to Ien/Tobacco Smoke, and of course Gum, as Resin. How did you find it, by the way?
Only by how lost you were, yourself, Ben. Which is why I summoned you to confiscate it. You hold to too much, making you your own lost artefactuary. How about I give you a job, to occupy yourself with? Do you mind?
Stepping forth a, “Krampus-looking,” Ben, known as, “GAAP (for Lust),” to the Hebrews’ Demonolators, appeared as a dark fog, with two cool yellow eyes. What type of job, asked Ben. He was most perturbed by the idea of losing his tie to the Dragon. It had been near him, almost his entire life. Now, he’d been bidden back in time to see Nick.
Nick handed him a Blessed Fairy Birch Twig, stating, I would like you to watch over Andrew.
Ben, agreed. Okay, no problem! But how do you want me to be to any of the men or women on the merchant’s end of the tally involved. Those with Tobacco… or, furthermore, Andrew, himself. What about the picture?
Mainly, Nick asked? The Saint, now being shocked, and a bit sorry to hear the Demon's plaintive-sounding consideration. Mainly, I pray you’ll treat them mercifully. I bid you off of them. First, however, I have something to read to you.
What could that be? asked Ben, a little agitated.
What I have here, is the boy named Andrew's, soul legal, written out.
A legal, why would he have even needed it? Asked Ben.
He was Naughty, said Nick.
And you still want to give him my pipe? Ben was flabbergasted and shook his head in disapproval, The fog dissipating and then reaccumulated.
Yes, but if it’s any consolation, I’m having you involved on the matter of this topic, to assign you to a task. You can follow me around for gift deliveries.
Okay, he sighed, let me hear it. Away!...
An Elf of exceptional hearing, well guarded, and of swift feet, ran out to take the pipe away, and then ran back to the cabin.
After a medium-length discussion, Ben was satisfied, and entered back into the Cupboard.
Santa’s last words to Ben, were… Just, be moderate. You are, by your Goetic, “Lust Spirit,” naming, a commoderator of amounts of passion in dibs, but we need to keep that, clean. You also put the Darker Passions into what you see to. I’m going out on a limb here, but hopefully that very thing, won't impact anything, other than our N’Oel Nights, and the Pipe. You know how we aim to role our Presence, in the World.
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The Winged-and-Horned Shade, of Ben, after clamouring back into the Cupboard, was silent.
Slowly… and MOST surely, Santa twisted the Silver, Locking Key. This, without a word of lib, and doing so, with a certain determination.
It must be noted, that a similar smaller make of this magical re-animating Cupboard, later made a popular movie.
Not without stress, Nick later wiped his brow. I hope he didn't have too hard a time with this new arrangement… Nick had been sweating for what he might end up having to go through over the Holiday visits (with Ben in tow, that is).
Pulling a delivery sack, from out of the Barn and coming back to the Cupboard again. He opened it a final time.
He found only the rock on the floor, and after sweeping away the muddy dirt, and doing a bit of cleaning, he put the rock, pipe, and bottle of goestling into the pack. He had Mrs. Claus file all of the Elves, then, into the OMRISS, bidding them, goodnight.
Upon awakening, they would be only noddy toys. Except for the good ones. Those? The immortal Hadibi’ndula.
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Remember:

1. The OMRISS is a Real World Cupboard. While Fictional in it’s Movie-Premise, it is a had in of Nursery Rhyme in it’s very Sinching Synopsis. A bidden in of Fairy Tales, and built to the scale of a Mother-Hubbard-Sized hole in a home, it Sinter Crofts, as though enchanting Knacked Wood. While bidding, “idle-timed,” it neither ins wood living nor dead, but delivers any of it, and all of it, to take off as life anew, by how it had new life in it ever bidden. In this way, it is alike a Comardin'd Haduzen Christic.
2. The Former Word Gas, mentioned in the Chapter on Goz, Relates to Gos and Gauze, or Phantoms, as well as Petroleum. Thus, Benzine.
3. The Suffix of Which, “-Zin,” rather, as a, “Zinfandel,” Is a Goestling Alcohol, or Alcohol Spirit, and, when by the Phantom Bal/The Ghostling Ben, is the Lusty Demon, named GAAP/TOAB.

• This, in particular, is alleged, and while found in Aleister’s involvements of his acclaimed Solomonic Magic, none of his work, may be taken overly seriously, as for any good. That is, because, if the Demon Science is truly a Fatherless/Bastard science of no good method or intention to God, reading it puts your soul in jeopardy.

As it is load of diabol heresy, and when we know that Demon’s are indeed real, it surfeits your God will, to operate as his accountancy-recastecaller (in a, however bidden), and the very need of reform of a man with No God Say. He was lored as a religious Ba’aler of religion… to say that it mattered, but as caste, and with spirit possessions admitting him forward, not enough concession of (God) control, could be in it. The unholy Ceremonial Art, if made, not only by unholiness, but impious countenance being his main ten.

• If I must, I would mock my own writing for yet another true as in bidden moment, to have you read in, yet another line of beneficial advice. The Holier People, as well as other People of Age Enough to Drink, can control the Spirits as mentioned above, only as insofar AS a Zinfandel might be their only reality (or any other Alcohol), but not the Demons, themselves.

They, for Judaeo-Christians Prophets, need a proper coursing (as routed out and then sealed, as out in a sanction, and never bidden). Also, demons must occasionally be bound and cast into the pit or hellfires, though this turns a Carnic Karmal relaying, of, which they do create by their being off-put, which causes a hay, when it need be maintained as a need for reminders of moral hall-calls. That is, not fraternizing amourishly over them.
Reason as in it, being, that it enburdens followers by demon lawing, and the apostates then vie for their pry at buying out the prelacy, by fay-way none the wary, no matter where Revelations had in. We need Fellowship's Service, in gracious God support. Not con-arded rapture of hierarchical courts. Not all is bidden. Heretic in me.
Alcohol, apart from all and any demon loring, is at a shy when imbibing wisdom for Heaven, and therefore, not recommended for anyone (especially not those who are ill of conscience, judgementally off righteous God call, or leprous).
The reason why, being if the person were ill, they were already unclean and alcohol is low-kosher. This means that, if any were taken, only a little should be allowed, and only for one, as we do not want all people on it.
If a proper handle is lacking, then it is recommended left out of it.

1. For the purposes of this story, Santa only drinks milk, and no Zinfandel, is had, by either of the Clauses, nor their elves.

Aside from alcohol, people need to possess a Spiritual Sobriety. Minding what God says being of the utmost importance in how they do. This is important to maintaining God Line Vitality to the Prayer, aiding the power of Scripturally Appropriate Discernment in Usefully Testifying Matters, as well as being a Better Bid, on the off, for Righteous Judgement Calls in Heaven’s Jurisdictional Witness and Guard the Flock, and Any, helping All the Kingdom to know Him (The Christ), and Life itself.
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Well, Ben's off to drive Andrew crazy! Pa mumbled to himself, coming back into the Cabin.
Andrew doesn’t know, but that Osé of his, is a Snow Leopard/Uncia Uncia, which exemplifies Unk/Twain/Wit, through an Ounce/One, making it’s Were-Cat/Ju-Ju transformation, by All One, as an Oni Spirit.
The Oni, will now, I hope, feel only occasionally bidden to discipline Children with the Madenning, “Fairy Birch Twig,” and only the Naughty, as a Krampus, and while around the Winter’s Holiday when I can Supervise and offer Gifts to People.
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How did you win Ben, so fast? Ma asked.
I told him that Andrew was divining with a Dictionary, by Bibliomancy or Book-Fortune-Telling, and got landed with the names Spellbound and Eldritch before 2004, Monarch and Bishop in 2007, and then finally, in 2020, Signature. That making a minimum of 5 Nicknames.
Signature? said Mrs. Claus. How dreadful. The pipe is Andrew's then?
By all accounts I'd have to say so, but my Records mention, the Pipe is to be given, from Eldritch.
Where should we send it to? she asked.
As no Eldritch Spellbound truly exists, I suppose we should send it to all of El-Dom, until such a time as Andrew receives it.
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I’ve got the document right here. It truly says it all.
Andrew thought that random lot drawing was only a random act. But it’s that very random act that plods (if not by plotting), a path. Some forms of lot drawing are unbidden. We leave it at, that Andrew, hadn’t known God.
Later, he figured that the white light leading him through pages of his (fortune-told), Self-Naming Ceremonies was a Holy Spirit Guide, when it was, in fact, an Evil, Insanity, Demon Spirit named Osé, making him follow a long, drawn-out, Ghost-Written, Trail, of, “Eldritch”/”Creature”/”Bucca,” “Monarch”/”King”/”Faust,” and, “Bishop”/”Pope”/”Jack Frost, naming.
He had a Signature written out on a Letter to Christ, when he divined the word Signature, though!
Oh, is Signature his name, now?! Look after all names, they said? This little man is responsible for having us look after everyone, then… She gave a faint laugh, then wincing in the snow. His Birth Name, though?
He wrote it out prior, unwittingly.
Where was it located? asked Mrs. Claus.
Well, on a Note to God saying, more-or-less, that he’s a, “Psalm 139”/”Fearfully and Wonderfully Made”-Believing, as well as an, “Isaiah 11”/”God's Animal Safety Promise”-Indebted, “Over-Kill-Joy,” Repentant Sinner who goes over the top obsessively in small circuits, but still believes in The Lord.
Do you think he’s ready for this Fairy Pipe? Asked Mrs. Claus.
It came from Tatter’s Flower, and Ben had it enchanted somehow, with a Dragon, said Nick admitted embarassed. Anyhow, Andrew aimed to confess that he’s a, “1 Corinthians 5:5 Repentant,” and will have to wait to see the Christ, without usurping the Church, by abiding good protocol in the World. In the Interim… Not really. I think he needed to feel gifted.
Nick! Ma warned. This could go horribly wrong! Well, what? Do you think he’s acquitted of it, by Secret Societies involvements over his head, ‘surping him by summonry?
If they Governed his Movements, that’s why the coincidences are down to Spirits of Wickedness in High Places being the multiple homes he's moved to. Anyhow, let’s have some Hallongrotta.
Remind me again, why The Delva La Plume is the one he needs and not a Poinsettia. Mrs. Claus asked.
He needs one that’s Christened/Named, and, Ma! Pa whined, lastly, it's not that there aren't other Fairy Pipes to be made, but I’m pretty sure they have to be prayed for, to be received properly. This is the right one for, “El's New Nativity.”
I’ve had enough Nicholas, and you even wasted our Zinfandel. I’ll see you in the morning.
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As for, on whether, he was Signed?
I just so happen to know he's still in Osé, and not all-out Satan malurky! Nick fittered secretly to a mouse, Osé means honorific title in Japanese.
But how was it to be… In Ba’al or even exorcizable..
Andrew Thomlinson, sat in his room, browsing the Global News and Weather, on his Smart Phone's Internet. The year was 2018.
Kali? he asked. Are you sure we should do this? He put out a cigarette into his ash mug (a rather conventional ashtray?).
One more, Magic Drew Bear, his cherubim replied.
Well, you said three, but I don’t know, he said.
They were onto a third.
Then they'll know that you and I are meant to be.
A third fire, could put the world in dire peril… Andrew, hesitated. Both fell in Phantom Love over never meeting and discovering Opera.
You know, I don't really believe in this stuff, but who am I? I'm not real. Everything's realler than I am! We'll make it three fires and that way, if your theories are true, we'll be able to locate them and prove them and if they locate you, we can find a way of announcing our love before them all. I'm sure they'll manage a way of bringing us together, that way.
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But Kali, who are you, again, asked Andrew, dearly, and half disbelieving as he picked up another cigarette. You called me a Magic Drew Bear one day, and I'm not lying, that won my heart, but I don't even own the better part of my own apartment or dollar to get us started off together, yet. How will we ever find a way to live together?
You'll come to get me from the East Coast of Canada, she said. In all regalia, and sweep me off my feet... Either that, she said, or you'll meet me at my hospital.
That story always changes.
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Kali had met him, at first, in Portage La Prairie, Manitoba, in a vision, where she had stood outside his apartment window shuffling her feet, but when Andrew had looked, she hadn't actually been there.
At least, that's how it had started.
Now it was that, the two, were playing a very dangerous game, of placing Faustian Fairytale bets, on the landscape of the, "known," world.
In, “Clement.”
On one hand, Andrew believed in girls, on the other hand he didn't know why he had to feed this one birdfood or get off his butt and find a job, before the war or, better still, he didn't know why he had to lend to starting the minor Apocalypse, which would inevitably start the war, then followed up by the real Apocalypse, afterward. Nobody ever let him in on those sorts of dire detailings.
It's an Ion.
Like a Kirby, you're saying? His friend couldn't believe him. The pink demon puffoon from the video games?
Well, the way I see it, all fires are synchronized in some way, though they never appear so. Think of two synchronized blinking lights. Now, command them ionic. Only, those two lights fly around, and sync their, "behaviours and patterns," while all over the place, or the planet. And then, take it one step further... they're never truly only even ONE pair.
Why do they fly around?
I think they fly around to examine every known or unknown thing in existence. When they're at rest, it's because they've found enough Spark, Combustible Material, and my guess is, Air. They're really all over the Universe that way, only we can't tell for their Disparity and Scale and the Fires.
So they just inhale, things combust, and then they dwell in their ember and/or maybe die down a bit to continue? Yeah... Drew, that's lame. Kirby's not a real demon.
But don't you see. I know that! They're not actually Kirby. They're one little ion commanding an existence circuit.
Then the question I'd ask is, are they (or is it), necessary to existence, or better yet, do they command it?
You know what? Since I saw the manifestation of those fires on the ninth of September, from my bet with, "Invisible," Kali, last year, I'm kinda growing more wary of flickering lights...
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• CRACK! *

“WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT?!!!”
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A Lady stepped out of a Car and turned to face the two of them.
The Card: "Sparing you any details on how my ashes may have been in slight, I've commanded you into my furnace for how the furnishings were not in right."
~ Andrew writes loopy letters, said one girl, while giggling, back in his Junior High. And I couldn't tell who he was trying to impress. You... Or Jim Davis. ~ A Bat flew in and settled into the tree (it had been the Eaves Trough).
OKAY... Tags off, and Let Me Know How Everything Fits! His mom, got back into the car, waved and drove off.

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hi everyone. thank you all for sharing your experiences.
i’ve never been formally diagnosed but i started working w kids w autism and they have brought some of my own behaviors to my attention. i feel like i’m faking all the time around people trying to say the right things and i also have ocd which i know has a lot of overlap w asd. i also have bpd with huge favorite person problems and adhd (it feels like i’m dissociated a lot of the time)
when i was younger, i would faint like pass out cold if my parents ever raised their voices at me. and they weren’t abusive, but the idea of someone upset with me was too much to bear and i got so scared i would just go unconscious
i see that now is a freeze response and nowadays i freeze in other ways too like avoiding housework, bills, and paperwork for my job like the plague. like to an dysfunctional degree. i can’t even tell you about the bills that i just can’t bring myself to look at.
sometimes people’s emotions feel too demanding and id rather walk away until someone calms down rather than comfort them. i also tend to avoid change, new things, and i prefer to be alone in my house lol
school was easy for me and fun because i got so much positive reinforcement for being smart and i like learning so i’ve always thought there was nothing wrong w me. but what do you guys think? can pda present in such a quiet, internalized way?

My family lives in an apartment in a major city, and we are lucky to have a ton of parks in walking distance for our toddler. I've been home a lot with our newborn, but whenever I go out to the playground with my older kiddo, I am BLOWN by how rude/straight-up nasty other adults are in these spaces.
For example, there were two grownups just hanging out and smoking at our favorite playground around 10AM the other day. They were puffing away right by the swings, which is exactly where my son wanted to go.
We were the only other people there. If the smokers were watching over some kiddos, I would have been slightly more understanding. But, instead, they were taking up space designed for children with their noxious fumes.
In another life, before kids, I would have read them for filth. But, I feel super vulnerable with my kids in tow and don't want to put them at any kind of risk should the situation escalate. This is a week after I called the cops on some dude who was lurking around a playground and asking my kid to come with him (He was clearly having a crisis, but I was NOT having it.)
What the hell are parents supposed to do nowadays? I am so tired of conceding my space to crappy people.

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