greater truth

Now is the time to counter lies with facts, repeatedly and unflaggingly, while also proclaiming the greater truths: of our equal humanity, of decency, of compassion. Every precious ideal must be reiterated, every obvious argument made, because an ugly idea left unchallenged begins to turn the color of normal.

Laws of The Great Spirit

Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereon with respect. Remain close to the Great Spirit. Show great respect for your fellow beings. Work together for the benefit of all Mankind. Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.

Do what you know to be right. Look after the well being of mind and body. Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good. Be truthful and honest at all times. Take full responsibility for your actions.

Great Spirit, give us hearts to understand; never to take from creation’s beauty more than we give; never to destroy wantonly for the furtherance of greed; never to deny to give our hands for the building of earth’s beauty; never to take from her what we cannot use.

Give us hearts to understand that to destroy earth’s music is to create confusion; that to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty;    that to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench; that as we care for her she will care for us.

We have forgotten who we are.
   We have sought only our own security.
   We have exploited simply for our own ends.
   We have distorted our knowledge.
   We have abused our power.

Great Spirit, whose dry lands thirst, help us to find the way to refresh your lands.

Great Spirit, whose waters are choked with debris and pollution, help us to find the way to cleanse your waters.

Great Spirit, whose beautiful earth grows ugly with misuse,help us to find the way to restore beauty to your handiwork.

Great Spirit, whose creatures are being destroyed, help us to find a way to replenish them.

Great Spirit, whose gifts to us are being lost in selfishness and corruption, help us to find the way to restore our humanity.

~ George RedHawk Photo Motion Effects

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Lady Konari, the Vanished

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Theme: Eternal Lullaby

The Ko-Akotan scholars toil surreptitiously within the Grand Archives, seeking to further their knowledge of the world they inhabit. Three matoran, known as the Grand Scholars, lead their research: Korva, Kotapa, and Otelle. There was once a fourth. A direct descendant of the first Turaga of Ice, the founder of the Grand Archives, she donned the mask so many have come to associate with profound wisdom. Unlike her compatriots, she was wary of their reckless pursuit of greater truths and the potential degradation of their moral integrity.

Being the most able-bodied of the Grand Scholars, she often led the more dangerous exhibitions. One day, after venturing into the Archives’ deepest chambers with a team of scholars, she simply vanished. What had become of her, none are certain.

There are whispers about her fate. Some that she had discovered the true nature of the world, and exiled herself to protect the truth- or succumbed to madness. Others that she grew weary of the scholar’s arrogance and departed in search of her own answers. The faintest that Korva was personally involved- weary of her objections to Korva’s more ‘questionable’ methods. Whatever the case, one thing is certain: she had sealed the Archive’s depths, and the key is nowhere to be found.

Guiding Moonlight

“As my mind began to succumb to despair, I glimpsed it- a faint sliver of light. It was a fleeting thing, yet I yearned for it. Driven by some ineffable desire, I pushed forward. The pain of the wind lashing at my skin, the cold burning away my nerves, vanished. It was then I was consumed by brilliant blue and silver. I had at last found it- my savior- my guiding moonlight.”

Bonus: Ice Blades and Ice Shield

Relics which predate even the Ancients. Legend tells of a stoic warrior with a wit as sharp as ice and a resolve as immovable as the mightiest glacier.

People are all about that “oh, Spiritualist mediums were cheating rubes out of their money when they were speaking in ‘trances’” narrative, but LOOK they were so much more than that. Women weren’t allowed to give lectures in many places in the US back then! And even fewer were allowed to speak in front of “promiscuous assemblies” – in other words, audiences that contained both men and women. You know who could speak in front of huge audiences? Trance lecturers. We are talking about women who were suffragettes and abolitionists who could get up on stage and talk about religious and spiritual matters in front of men because they believed they were channeling spirits. These weren’t women saying “hey, your dad dad is saying this beyond the grave”. These are women saying they are accessing a Greater Truth from somewhere in the ether, and they are talking about important subjects in front of enormous audiences because that Truth is making itself known through them.

The Spiritualists were a crazy-ass group of scientists, religious reformers, and political activists. I love them! They spoke out in favor of abolition and suffrage, and you’d even have women in the 19th century writing about the evils of marriage and how women don’t need no man. They had political journals and conferences and assemblies, and there was such a huge overlap with other groups like suffragists and abolitionists and religious reformers. This wasn’t just back room seances and ghost hunting, no matter what the horror movies want you to believe. This was women and POC fighting for their rights and the rights of others, amplifying voices that never had been before, and trying to understand the mysteries of the universe. Before you get on them about spirits and ectoplasm, please keep in mind that modern germ theory hadn’t even been invented yet and scientists still believed in miasmas and shit. And you know what? An awful lot of them really did believe in the things they were studying. An awful lot of women did gain financial and social independence by channeling spirits and giving seances. Real political change was effected by the proponents and adherents of Spiritualism.

I’M JUST SAYING, THE SPIRITUALISM MOVEMENT WAS REALLY COOL AND WAS PART OF THE HISTORY OF ABOLITION AND SUFFRAGE IN AMERICA. THAT’S RIGHT, Y’ALL. GO OUT AND VOTE TODAY, AND THANK A LIL GHOST WHEN YOU DO.

The greater part of the truth is always hidden, in regions out of the reach of cynicism.
—  J. R. R. Tolkien, Letter to his son, Michael Tolkien, 1st November 1963, The Letters of J. R. R. Tolkien, Edited by Humphrey Carpenter, Allan and Unwin (1981), p. 336.
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The tale tells that a great tree called Branstock stood in the midst of King Volsung’s hall and one day a great feast was held there. On that day a cloaked man came into the hall, the man was ancient seeming and had but one eye and he held a great sword in his hand. Before all the guests he walked up to Branstock and plunged the sword into the tree and then vowed that whoever could draw the sword from the tree would have it and they would never behold a greater sword. For in truth, the sword was such that it would grant victory in all battles to its wielder. Many men tried, but none were successful in drawing the sword from Branstock. Until King Volsung’s eldest son Sigmund, the mightiest of all the King’s ten sons, came into the hall and drew the sword from the tree. Thus is the tale of how Odin bestowed the sword upon Sigmund.

But one day when Sigmund was old he went into battle against King Lyngi, who was angry that Hjordis, daughter of King Eylimi, had chosen to marry Sigmund rather than him. Sigmund bore himself nobly and none could defeat him while he wielded his sword. But then a great one eyed man, cloaked in blue and armed with a bill hook, came into the fray. Sigmund went against him, but when he struck at the man, his sword shattered into two pieces. Then Odin struck down Sigmund, for this was the day he was fated to die.

Sigmund was lay injured in the battlefield when Hjordis, then pregnant, came to him and asked if he could be healed. Sigmund said no, Odin no longer wished him to draw sword again, having broken Sigmund’s sword in two. But Sigmund counseled her to keep the broken pieces of his sword, for it would be reforged one day and called Gram, which means wrath. Then would the child Hjordis was carrying bear it, and he would be the noblest and most famed of all their race.

Hjordis did give birth to a boy, who was called Sigurd and he grew into a great man. It happened that he made a deal with Regin, his foster-father, to kill Regin’s brother, the dragon Fafnir, in exchange for Regin making him a sword. Yet none of the swords Regin made were strong enough, until Sigurd retrieved the broken pieces of his father’s sword from his mother, Hjordis. Then Regin forged Gram from the broken pieces of Sigmund’s sword and it was so strong that it broke an anvil. Sigurd used this sword to first avenge his father by killing King Lyngi and then against the dragon Fafnir, and thus he earned the name Sigurd Fafnisbana (or Fafnir’s bane) and eternal fame.

Two years ago today.

I started demanding better from my life. I quit the dead end job that I took to support my family while my husband transitioned out of active duty. By this date, our circumstances had changed. I was tired of being the anchor. I was ready to expect a bit of decency from the man I married. Hell from everyone.

I knew a lot of the support I got was just talk. Until this moment, it was all a farce. I called in my chits. Ultimately, it was a coup on what I was tolerating, though I had no idea just how insane our lives had become. I was deep in denial that he is unstable and the last person I thought he’d be with turned out to be my cyber stalker. Yes. I’m putting this here. I don’t care to lie any more.

The closer I got to acknowledging the truth, the greater the chaos became. But here’s the thing; it was a lot easier to let go of that garbage treatment than I expected. All I had to do was speak the truth.

Yes, I know I look blissfully unaware of the horror that is playing on around us in our government. The thing is, I’m jaded. I’ve lived it so long, I know this game will stop when I stop feeding the beast. Speak truth to power then step up to your new role. It’s not going to be pretty or easy. You’ll have a lot of sleepless nights. You will think you’re going to die from a heart attack or by your bullies hands. But you won’t. The bullies don’t really want your responsibilities, just your happiness. Don’t let them have it. That’s how you win.

honestly the whole thing was a mess, plotwise, but here’s the good shit

  • yugi takes a big hit in the tag team duel and kaiba shouts YUGI!! and yugi smiles and he’s like “it’s cool kaiba, i’m fine” which is like… kaiba cares, a LOT, and yugi understands that, bc he also cares, and like… fuck
  • everything joey and tristan do is good
  • honestly every time atem showed up it was like, a reawakening, a spiritual revelation, a greater truth about the world revealing itself. TRANSCENDENT, even
  • kaiba writes self-insert fanfic about him and atem for sure. he sat down to write dialogue for his 3D atem hologram and made atem call him cocky
  • i cared about bakura for the first time ever in all my years of ygo fandom
  • def not enough kaiba bro moments at ALL, WHATSOEVER
  • puzzleshipping confirmed, unrequited prideshipping 100% real
I believe that words uttered in passion contain a greater living truth than do those words which express thoughts rationally conceived. It is blood that moves the body. Words are not meant to stir the air only: they are capable of moving greater things.
—  Sōseki Natsume, Kokoro

i still cant believe how one (1) comment about rings which technically was still part of the greater truth made us fear that it might be qbaiting or not explicit enough and at this point??? dont even talk to me if you dont think it’s canon

Take Heart


When my heart is grieving and I feel a loss which threatens to bring me to tears; I find myself engaging in the sin of justification.  Feeling justified in my hurts; I create a dark spot of bitterness in my heart.  That bitterness and “anger” serve only as a distraction from the greater truth of God’s most fundamental commandment : LOVE.  If I allow hurt to overshadow the Love that God requires me to impart; I am not only failing as a faithful servant of the Lord, but I am denying myself the sweet circulation of His love and mercy to wash back over me, cleansing my heart, making all things new.


The Light of Christ may leave a heart subject to pain, grief, hurt because the deepest cracks are illuminated by His Boundless Light.  

When I find my heart lacking in compassion, selfishly clinging to “vindicated” anger, “justified” hurt, or the bitterness of discomfort - I am allowing the enemy to capture a part of my essence, eclipsing God’s Loving Light from my heart.

These are the most wonderful, experiential moments of my faith, and I am full of hope.  I know that the Lord shows me my iniquities to first draw me ever nearer to Him, and secondly to grow me in my faith.  The living Holy Spirit is most present in the moments of my deepest lack, because that is when the power and grace of the Holy Trinity is most necessary.



As Paul says in his letter to the Romans, 

“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words. And God, who searches the heart, knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God” 

Romans 8:26-27


Therefore I am secure, held in the care of our Heavenly Father.
All Glory and Honor and Praise to Him.

Brookmont Mornings

My brother and I would wake up automatically at 7am on Saturdays to catch morning cartoons. We would lay on one couch and sit eagerly for the theme song to appear. Although we were young, It was probably the most intimate time spent with my brother. It was pre-puberty, pre-world, pre-worries, pre-unemployment. Good times in that old Brookmont apartment. 

Fastforward ~10 years. I find myself in Gramercy Sub cellar on Saturday mornings with other Christian brothers and sisters. Instead of waiting for that cartoon to play, we sit in anticipation for God to show up. Not only does He show up, but He uses that space for me and others to open up and share. 

I’m not as nearly innocent as the boy in Brookmont; and I’m in the midst of the world, worries, and unemployment. But, God can use what little time I am willing to give to Him to reveal greater truth and it’s worth it to come to His dwelling place like a kid running downstairs to catch his favorite cartoon. 

I am going to tell you something now that you don’t hear very often in the world,
and I use myself as an example for you.
If you want to go all the way, give up the sense that you have any rights in life.
Have no right at all. Have no rights for anything.
Then everything is a gift.
When you don’t deserve anything, everything is a gift.
Just try.
Just for you. Okay?
This is not a political decision.
Give up this sense that you have rights, that life owes you something, and feel the space that remains. Maybe, initially, you will feel vulnerability like, ‘Oh my God, I can’t stand up for my rights. I will be abused.’ But go beyond this feeling.
Sacrifice it for a greater truth.
You must begin to think with your God-mind.
God does not have rights.
God does not need any rights.
You have to be like God.
Give up this sense you have rights.
You wish to go all the way?
Give up pride also.
Give up future too.
If you give up future, you give up past also.
Just for you. You don’t have to tell anybody.
And give up this dependency, 'Who will be here for me?’
And give up projections such as, ‘Yes, in two years time
I will be in a solid relationship and I will own my own apartment.’
There is nothing so great about that.
It just keeps you being a sucker.
You don’t want to be a sucker.
There is greater than this to come.
You miss the full adventure and power
that comes from the Holy spirit if you start to choose for yourself.
If you feel to choose for yourself, He will leave you to choose for yourself.
But as soon as you give up this sense of rights; if you say,
'You give me the sense of choice. You are my choice,’
then something else will happen.
In the world nobody tells you this.
There you have to be proud and say, 'Listen, I have rights!’
When I have rights, the world has done me a lot of wrongs.
Give up pride.
Pride in being a woman.
Pride in being beautiful.
Pride in being accomplished in something.
Pride that you are a certain race, religion or nation.
Give up all of these things.
They belong to the devil.
They don’t belong to you.
And experience what remains.
A great space will open inside your Heart.
Huge humility.
Huge acceptance, love, wisdom and freedom
as you experience integration with the cosmic being.
And no force on earth can manipulate or bind you,
because you have made yourself empty of all that makes a 'person’.
Why think it is so great to be a person?
For a while we have to taste that state of personhood,
but there must come a time when you return to purity.
Come back to your purity, your original being!
You ask, ‘How?’
Collapse at God’s feet.
This is no ordinary fall.
It is not falling down.

It is falling upwards into the embrace of the Living God.

~ Mooji

The more the world declines into the chaos of evil, the more we should stand with the truth, regardless of the danger it poses. The more that evil is called good and good called evil, the more we must stand with the truth. The greater the darkness, the more we must stand in the light of truth. For if there be any hope to pull people from the darkness, it will be by staying in the light. We Christians believe that Jesus is the way, the truth, and the light; we must stand our ground and give compelling witness. Fear of the dark cannot overwhelm our love for those living in the darkness. Remember this when engaging in the world as we do today. Point to the light of Christ.
—  Fr. Bill Peckman