theophanes

“To be constantly in the prayerful spirit means to turn one’s thoughts and feelings to God. The main thing is to commend oneself obediently to His will and to accept everything that happens to us as something sent directly by Him.  
One must be totally concerned with those two things: thoughts and feelings to God.
When they are there, there is a prayer even though without words.”

~St. Theophan the Recluse

(Image of Christ the Redeemer via Pinterest)

The White Wash of 16th Century History

I have a ways to go because there is so much, but this is a start; so feel free to check back on this thread periodically. 

Christ (Yahawashi) before and after in interior of Monastery located in Romania.

John 10:27-30 (KJVA)  My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: 28 And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. 29 My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand. 30 I and my Father are one.

Wisdom of Solomon 3:1 (KJVA) But the souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and there shall no torment touch them.

King James I of England, who authorized the translation of the now famous King James Bible, was considered by many to be one of the greatest, if not the greatest, monarchs that England has ever seen. 

They said fock it, deny any proof of anyone else standing there, and give him straight hair. We only need to prove there is a Mary and a Christ.

The “Ascension of Our Lord,” Russian icon from the Malo-Kirillov Monastery.

Theophanes the Greek: Transfiguration of the The Most High in 1403

The Resurrection of Lazarus

Image of the Messiah found all over Europe.

Apostles Peter and Paul

The Messiah washing the Disciples feet.

Yahawashi (The Messiah) on the throne. Greece, 18th century.

The Last Judgement

They just took the entire section out of Yahawashi being laid to rest.

Before: Descent from the Cross State Russian Museum. (HIDDEN)

After Photo: Descent from the Cross Lord Jesus Christ 2007. Tallinn. Estonia. Diana Arkhipov (LIE)

Entombment (XIX TH C.) Kostroma State Historical-Architectural and Art Museum-Reserve

The Real Council of Nicea

Read more here: http://afro-centricqueen.tumblr.com/post/131583727567/the-real-council-of-nicea

You must never be afraid, if you are troubled by a flood of thoughts, that the enemy is too strong against you, that his attacks are never ending, that the war will last for your lifetime, and that you cannot avoid incessant downfalls of all kinds. Know that our enemies, with all their wiles, are in the hands of our divine Commander, our Lord Jesus Christ, for Whose honour and glory you are waging war. Since He himself leads you into battle, He will certainly not suffer your enemies to use violence against you and overcome you, if you do not yourself cross over to their side with your will. He will Himself fight for you and will deliver your enemies into your hands, when He wills and as He wills, as it is written: ‘The Lord thy God walketh in the midst of thy camp, to deliver thee, and to give up thine enemies before thee’ (Deut. xxii, 14).

+ From Unseen Warfare, St. Theophan the Recluse and St. Nicodemus of the Holy Mountain

Rose Soap and Cedar Perfume

A fem!snowbaz fic as a gift for my AMAZING, DEAR FRIEND @ismill!!! 

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Some blood/violence (rat-related, bc catacombs)


Sofia Snow is a smudge on my mirror that I can’t scrub off.

Sofia Snow is the scratchy tag on the back of my shirt.

Sofia Snow is a curse on our houses.

Sofia Snow is who I imagine walking down the isle with me in matching white dresses.

I hate Sofia Snow.

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Snow barges into our room way past curfew, bruises blotched across her arms. She is gripping that damn sword, the one that’s almost as tall as she is and not quite as golden. It’s smeared with blood.

Green goblin goo is drying in that rat’s nest she calls hair.

Even though I’m screaming inside (I always am when she returns like this), I just blink impassively and turn back to my Potions textbook.

I can hear her slamming open drawers, sword rattling around and bumping into things until she finally spells it away. I try not to imagine her flushed face, the freckles violently spattered across her nose like fucking constellations.

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So, morning or evening, immediately before you begin to repeat your prayers, stand awhile, sit for awhile, or walk a little and try to steady your mind and turn it away from all worldly activities and objects. After this, think who He is to whom you turn in prayer, then recollect who you are; who it is who is about to start this invocation to Him in prayer. Do this in such a way as to awake in your heart a feeling of humility and reverent awe that your are standing in the presence of God. It is the beginning of prayer, and a good beginning is half the complete task.

St. Theophan the Recluse

So,morning or evening,immediately before you begin to repeat your prayers,stand awhile,sit for awhile,or walk a little and try to steady your mind and turn it away from all worldly activities and objects.After this,think who He is to whom you turn in prayer,then recollect who you are;who it is who is about to start this invocation to Him in prayer.Do this in such a way as to waken in your heart a feeling of humility and reverent awe that you are standing in the presence of God.

St. Theophan