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I'm going home to see my father... ”. will haunt me forever. Why does the media call it Human TrafficingIt's pimping. I Fall Movies Watch Online, Movies Official. By Hanmei, Myanmar The Wonderful Surprise of the Lords Return In June 2017, I got to know Sister Liu and Brother Duan, both in Germany on Facebook, and through my communication with them I saw that they were genuine and modest people. They had a very pure understanding of the scripture and the content they shared in fellowship really contained light and was very beneficial for me. After joining them for a few gatherings, I understood a number of truths I never had before. My heart was really brightened; I loved meeting with them. During one gathering, Brother Duan referenced this passage of scripture: “ For as the lightning comes out of the east, and shines even to the west; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be ” (Matthew 24:27. In his fellowship, he said that God would once again appear and work in the flesh in the last days, and that He had already come to the East, to China. He said that this prophecy had already been fulfilled. Hearing this, I felt a bit shocked, thinking, “The Lord Jesus has already returned? ” In this state, I thought of what I had heard the pastors and elders say, that only the people of Eastern Lightning bore witness that the Lord Jesus has already returned in the flesh. They told us we couldnt believe in this, because only the Lord Jesus is Christ. I then felt really unsettled and no longer took heed of Brother Duans fellowship, thinking, “The pastors and elders are all people who serve God. They understand a lot about the Bible and they should have clarity on something as important as the Lords coming. Ill ask them and then see! ” Listening to the Pastor and Sinking Into Darkness I went to church that Sunday and asked the pastor about Eastern Lightning testifying that the Lord Jesus has returned. He said, “Though the sermons of the people with Eastern Lightning are really lofty and are in line with the Bible, they bear witness that the Lord Jesus has already returned, that He is Almighty God in the flesh. Thats simply not possible. They just believe in a person, while we believe in the Lord Jesus, the only incarnation of God and Gods son. Plus the CCP government is doing all they can to condemn and strike out at The Church of Almighty God, saying that they just believe in a human being and that Eastern Lightning is organized by a person…. ” Hearing this I suddenly felt afraid, thinking, “If thats true, then wouldnt believing in Eastern Lightning be a betrayal of the Lord Jesus? ” I went back home, feeling ill at ease. I couldnt get comfortable and couldnt seem to do anything right. I even forgot to pick up my kid after school. I was really feeling in pain and in darkness, so I came before God in prayer: “Oh Lord! After hearing what the pastor had to say today Ive felt very suspicious and guarded toward Brother Duan, and I dont dare continue to seek and investigate Eastern Lightning. But the more doubts I have, the more darkness I feel, and I cant feel Your presence anymore. Lord, Im longing for Your return, but Im also afraid of taking the wrong path and betraying You. I really dont know what to do. Lord, may You enlighten and guide me so that I may discern right and wrong and know what choice to make. ” I gradually had more of a sense of peace after praying. Something Brother Duan had shared with me in fellowship suddenly came to mind: “In our faith, we must revere God as great and in all things seek His will. When encountering an issue, if we dont seek the truth but just ask other people and listen to what they have to say, thats not believing in God but is believing in and following man. ” With this in mind, I reflected on how, when I heard the news of the Lords return, I didnt first seek and pray to God, but went straight over to ask the pastor. Isnt that not having a place for God in my heart? I then thought of how, every time I joined a gathering with the brothers and sisters with The Church of Almighty God, their fellowship was well-founded, in line with Bible. It contained light and they fellowshiped very clearly on Gods will. After a few gatherings I understood many truths I never had before and my relationship with God had grown closer and closer. That was very clearly the work of the Holy Spirit! But I didnt engage in seeking or submit to the Holy Spirits guidance. If I determine whether the Lord has truly returned based on what the pastor said because I thought that he knew more about the Bible, isnt that just having faith in the pastor? Without a place for God in my heart, how could my spirit not be in darkness? I thought of how, when the Lord Jesus appeared and worked, the chief priests, scribes and Pharisees serving God in the temple refused to acknowledge that the Lord Jesus was the Messiah they were waiting for, even though they were very familiar with the scripture and well-versed in the law. They even madly condemned and opposed the Lord Jesus, ultimately nailing Him to the cross. At that point I finally realized that knowing the scripture well does not mean having knowledge of God, and if I just blindly listened to the pastor, that would not be in line with Gods will. I had to actively seek and investigate this to see whether Almighty God really is the return of the Lord Jesus. I resolved to continue going to gatherings with Brother Duan, and if I was able to determine that Almighty God really is the return of the Lord Jesus, I would accept and follow Him. Resolving My Doubts by Seeking the Truth The next time I got online for a gathering I shared my dilemma with my brother and sister to seek with them. I said, “Sister Liu, Brother Duan, our pastors and elders have said that you just believe in a person, and that only the Lord Jesus is God incarnate and the Son of God. And since the CCP government is also crazily condemning and striking out at The Church of Almighty God, saying that those in the church just believe in a human being and Eastern Lightning is organized by a person, Im really concerned about believing in the wrong thing and betraying the Lord Jesus. Id really like to hear your fellowship on this. ” Brother Duan then shared his fellowship on this: “Whether Almighty God really is God incarnate, whether He is the return of the Lord Jesus is not determined by the acknowledgment of any one person or government. It is determined by the very essence of God. Sister, we can be taken in by the lies of pastors and elders of the religious world and the CCP government because we dont understand the truth about Gods incarnation and we dont understand Gods essence. As for what the incarnation is, Almighty Gods words explain this very clearly. Lets read some of it. Almighty God says, ‘ The meaning of incarnation is that God appears in the flesh, and He comes to work among man of His creation in the image of a flesh. So, for God to be incarnated, He must first be flesh, flesh with normal humanity; this is the most basic prerequisite. In fact, the implication of Gods incarnation is that God lives and works in the flesh, God in His very essence becomes flesh, becomes a man (‘The Essence of the Flesh Inhabited by God in The Word Appears in the Flesh. ‘ God become flesh is called Christ, and so the Christ that can give people the truth is called God. There is nothing excessive about this, for He possesses the substance of God, and possesses Gods disposition, and wisdom in His work, that are unattainable by man. Those who call themselves Christ, yet cannot do the work of God, are frauds. The real Christ is not merely the manifestation of God on earth, but also the particular flesh assumed by God as He carries out and completes His work among man. This flesh is not one that can be replaced by just any man, but one that can adequately bear Gods work on earth, and express the disposition of God, and well represent God, and provide man with life (‘Only Christ of the Last Days Can Give Man the Way of Eternal Life in The Word Appears in the Flesh. ‘ He who is Gods incarnation shall hold the substance of God, and He who is Gods incarnation shall hold the expression of God. Since God becomes flesh, He shall bring forth the work He must do, and since God becomes flesh, He shall express what He is, and shall be able to bring the truth to man, bestow life upon man, and show man the way. Flesh that does not contain the substance of God is surely not the incarnate God; of this there is no doubt. To investigate whether it is Gods incarnate flesh, man must determine this from the disposition He expresses and the words He speaks. Which is to say, whether or not it is Gods incarnate flesh, and whether or not it is the true way, must be judged from His substance. And so, in determining[a] whether it is the flesh of God incarnate, the key is to pay attention to His substance (His work, His words, His disposition, and many more) rather than external appearance. If man sees only His external appearance, and overlooks His substance, then that shows the ignorance and naivety of man (Preface to The Word Appears in the Flesh. “Gods words explain the incarnation very clearly. God incarnate is Gods Spirit clothed in the flesh as a common man; He comes to the earth to speak and work, showing Himself to mankind. This is to save humanity. From the outside, God in the flesh looks average, totally normal. He seems to possess normal humanity just like any person. He eats and puts on clothing normally, and He has normal human feelings. But God incarnate is essentially different from us. As humans, we only possess normal humanity but lack the essence of divinity. We cannot express the truth and we cannot do the work that God Himself does. However, God incarnate not only possesses normal humanity, but complete divinity. He can do the work of God Himself. He can express Gods disposition, and what He has and is—He can provide us with the truth in accordance with our needs. This is something that not a single one of us, created beings, can achieve. On the surface, the Lord Jesus Christ looked exactly like an average person, but He opened up the Age of Grace and brought an end to the Age of Law, and brought us the way of ‘ Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand (Matthew 4:17. He expressed a disposition of love and mercy, and during the time of His work and preaching He was able to express the truth at any time and any place to provide sustenance for people and give them a path of practice, such as the sermon on the mountain and forgiving others seventy times seven times. The Lord Jesus also cured the sick and cast out demons. He performed a number of miraculous deeds such as feeding five thousand people with five loaves and two fishes, calming the wind and sea with a word, bringing the dead back to life, and so on. Ultimately, the Lord Jesus was nailed to the cross and redeemed mankind of our sins, completing the work of redeeming all of mankind. We can see from His work and words, as well as the disposition that He expressed, that the Lord Jesus was God in the flesh—He was Christ. In the last days God has once again become flesh as Almighty God, appearing and working with His disposition of righteousness, majesty, and wrath. Although Almighty God may appear very common, very normal on the outside, and He possesses normal humanity, He has opened up the Age of Kingdom and concluded the Age of Grace. He has expressed all the truths necessary for us to be cleansed and attain final salvation, performing the stage of work of judging and cleansing mankind and saving us from the bondage of sin. Almighty Gods words have revealed all of the mysteries of the Bible, such as: the mysteries behind Gods name, the mysteries of His incarnations, the meaning of God doing the work of judgment in the last days, plus how God will end this age and how Christs kingdom will be realized on earth. Almighty God has revealed the truth of our corruption by Satan as well as our satanic nature that opposes God so that we come to understand our own arrogant, crooked, tricky, selfish, and despicable satanic dispositions while also pointing out a specific path for us to change these dispositions. We can see from Almighty Gods words and work as well as the disposition that He expresses that He really is God in the flesh, and His work and words are all built upon the foundation of the Lord Jesus work of redemption. The Lord Jesus said, ‘ I have yet many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now. However, when He, the Spirit of truth, is come, He will guide you into all truth: for He shall not speak of Himself; but whatever He shall hear, that shall He speak: and He will show you things to come (John 16:12–13. ‘ And if any man hear My words, and believe not, I judge him not: for I came not to judge the world, but to save the world. He that rejects Me, and receives not My words, has one that judges him: the word that I have spoken, the same shall judge him in the last day (John 12:47–48. Almighty Gods appearance and work have completely fulfilled these prophecies, and this proves that Almighty God is the return of the Lord Jesus, and He is the appearance of Christ in the last days. So in order to welcome the Lords return, we cant just look at Christs outward appearance but we should recognize His essence. Gods sheep hear His voice—many with true faith who long for the truth, by seriously investigating Almighty Gods work and words, have heard this voice and seen that it is the expression of the truth, that it comes from God. They have determined from their hearts that Almighty God is God incarnate, that He is the returned Lord Jesus, and they are now following Gods footsteps. ” Hearing Almighty Gods words and Brother Duans fellowship, I understood that God incarnate is God come down to mankind from heaven to express the truth, working to save mankind. From the outside it looks like Christ in the flesh is just as common and normal as we are, but His essence is divine; He can express the truth and do the work of God Himself. Not a single corrupt human being such as us possesses that. Wow! If we just look at Christs outward appearance but dont focus on the truths expressed and the work done by God in order to recognize Christs divine essence, we wont be able to recognize Christ. That really would make us prone to taking Christ for an ordinary person and doing things to reject and oppose God! Sister Liu went on to share this fellowship: “Now that we understand truths about Gods incarnation, so lets give some thought to why the pastors and elders in religious circles wont acknowledge that Almighty God is God in the flesh, that He is Christ of the last days. Its mainly because the religious leaders do not remotely understand the incarnation. They dont understand that God in the flesh possesses both normal humanity and full divinity. Plus, they are arrogant, and have not modestly sought and investigated Almighty Gods work and words, instead they stubbornly cling to their own notions and imaginings. They think that only the Lord Jesus was God incarnate, which is why they say that Almighty God, Christ of the last days, is just a regular person. The truth is that the religious world has never, ever understood what the incarnation is. Their faith has entirely been in a vague God up in heaven. Just like when the Lord Jesus came to work and He performed so many miracles, uttered so many words, and expressed so much of what God has and is. However, the leaders of the Jewish faith never recognized that the Lord Jesus was God incarnate who possessed the divine essence of God. Instead, they just saw that He appeared very common, very normal on the outside, so they treated Him as an average person. They also spread rumors about Him, slandered, judged, condemned, and blasphemed Him, and they even colluded with the Roman government to nail Him to the cross. In the last days God has once again become flesh to appear and work, but the religious world has not sought or investigated this. They stubbornly insist on condemning Christ of the last days, who possesses the essence of divinity, as a human being. They also condemn The Church of Almighty God by saying that we believe in a person. If they really knew Christ, would they dare to judge and condemn Him this way? If the religious world acknowledges that the Lord Jesus they believe in was of the flesh and possessed normal humanity and was also God incarnate, why would they speak of the Lord Jesus, who has returned in the last days, as if He were just a person? Isnt that just shooting themselves in the foot? This just shows that those in religious circles acknowledge that the Lord Jesus is Christ, but they have absolutely no understanding of Christs essence. What they believe in is a vague God of their own notions and imaginings. They approach the Lords return just as the Pharisees approached the Messiahs coming two thousand years ago. While awaiting the Lords coming they still actively oppose Christ, who has already arrived. Arent the pastors and elders of the religious world antichrists who deny Christs, who deny God in the flesh? ” Hearing Sister Lius fellowship, the confusion within my heart was finally lifted. I said happily, “Thats right! The religious pastors and elders know that the Lord Jesus was Christ, but they have no understanding of Christs essence, so they just blindly follow the CCP government in their judgment and condemnation of Almighty God as a human being! Their attitude toward Almighty God is exactly the same that the chief priests, scribes, and Pharisees had toward the Lord Jesus—it was one of judging, condemning, and blaspheming God! ” Hearing me say this, Brother Duan and Sister Liu both happily nodded their heads. Brother Duan then went on in fellowship: “Thanks be to God! On top of understanding these things, we also have to know that the CCP government creates and spreads rumors saying that The Church of Almighty God believes in a person, that its a human organization. This is purely a distortion of reality and is turning the truth on its head! In fact, every time God begins a new stage of work a church develops from it that comes entirely from Gods appearance and work. Almighty God incarnate in the last days has expressed all truths so that man can be purified and fully saved, and this is on the foundation of the Lord Jesus work of redemption. His words have unveiled all mysteries of the Bible, and they possess authority and power; they have the ability to conquer and save mankind. They are entirely an expression of Gods disposition and what He is. All genuine believers who thirst for the truth recognized Gods voice from Almighty Gods words and determined that Almighty God is the return of the Lord Jesus. They accepted Almighty Gods work of the last days, came before God, and formed this church. The Church of Almighty God was established by Almighty God Himself, and He personally leads and shepherds it. It is made up of those who truly believe and have been conquered by Gods words. What Gods chosen people read is entirely the truth expressed by Almighty God. They pray in Almighty Gods name, and they submit to His work. The Church of Almighty God absolutely was not established or organized by a single person. Its clear that these lies spread by the CCP are completely absurd and are nothing but blasphemy of God. They are intentionally smearing and framing The Church of Almighty God! “So why is the CCP government spreading these lies? What sort of plot lies behind this? Its common knowledge that the CCP is an atheistic party that has always seen God as its enemy. Ever since coming to power, it has condemned Christianity and Catholicism as evil religions and the Bible as evil literature; it has burned and destroyed countless copies. It wantonly arrests and persecutes Christians, and many have been forced to go on the run, families have broken apart; many have suffered imprisonment and hard labor, and some have even tragically died from their brutal torture. The CCP has particularly been like a cat on a hot tin roof since Christ of the last days, Almighty God, appeared in China and began working, expressing truths to save mankind. It deeply fears the Chinese people accepting Almighty Gods work, understanding the truth through His words, seeing through its devilish essence of hating the truth and hostility toward God, and thus rejecting it. Then they would no longer worship and serve it as the ‘the red sun or ‘the peoples savior, which is why it has seen Christ incarnate and believers in Almighty God as a splinter in their eye, a thorn in their side. They throw themselves into fabricating lies and spreading rumors, condemning Gods appearance and work to maintain permanent control over the people and turn China into a zone of atheism. They insist on saying that Almighty God is just a person and they condemn The Church of Almighty God as a human organization. They do this to create confusion and shift peoples focus so that they can confuse, deceive, and incite the people, getting them to stand on the CCPs side in rejecting Almighty God and condemning His work of the last days. Ultimately they will be condemned and punished by God for offending His disposition. The CCP also uses the rumors it fabricates about The Church of Almighty God as its basis to manufacture public outrage so it can crack down on, suppress, and persecute the church. This has always been its tactic to strike out at righteousness and ban religious beliefs, and really lays its demonic nature bare. Just as Almighty God revealed: ‘ The manifestations of the great red dragon are resistance to Me, lack of understanding and comprehension of the meanings of My words, frequent persecution of Me, and seeking to use schemes to interrupt My management (‘Chapter 96 of Utterances of Christ in the Beginning in The Word Appears in the Flesh. The CCP is precisely the great red dragon as prophesied in the Book of Revelation, and from start to finish, it has set itself firmly against God in an arrogant attempt to disrupt Gods management plan. It is a demon in opposition to God! So when we investigate Gods work of the last days, we must have discernment over the CCPs lies and see through its evil motives and despicable goals. We cannot be misled by it, otherwise we may very easily go along with it in opposing God and lose Gods salvation of the last days! ” My heart brightened considerably after reading Gods words and hearing Brother Duans fellowship. Its true—Christ is God, and is the Ruler of heaven and earth and all things. Christ only does the work of saving mankind, and The Church of Almighty God was personally established by Almighty God, absolutely not by any human being. The CCPs lies really are so absurd! It is evident from the CCPs various tactics in opposing God and from its evil goals that it is the serpent, the great dragon prophesied in the Book of Revelation—it is the devil, Satan, misleading everything under the sun! And even the pastors and elders of the religious world listen to the CCPs lies and go along with it in opposing and condemning God, and denying Christ of the last days. Doesnt that expose them as antichrists? I then thought of how, when the Lord Jesus came to work in the flesh, the Jewish people followed along with the chief priests, scribes, and Pharisees in condemning and rejecting the Lord Jesus instead of seeking and looking into whether He was the Messiah based on His own words and work. Ultimately, they were damned and punished by God. I must learn from that bitter lesson! I give thanks to God! The doubts within my heart entirely evaporated, and I very happily accepted Almighty Gods work of the last days. I also resolved to steadfastly believe in and follow Almighty God no matter how the pastor may try to misguide me. The Pastor Hoodwinks My Husband and a Family Spiritual Battle Ensues Not long after, my husband had fluid collecting in his lungs and had to be admitted to the hospital. When visiting him, the pastor learned that I had believed in Almighty God for more than six months. He immediately exploded and insisted I shouldnt hold that faith, and stirred my husband up to get him to change my mind. Since my husband lacked discernment on the lies the pastor was telling, he started to stand in the way of my faith. I shared fellowship and testimony with him that Almighty God is God incarnate, that He is the returned Lord Jesus, but he just wouldnt listen to me. Following that, my husband seemed like a completely different person. Before, he wasnt irritated when I showed him videos and gospel films, and read Almighty Gods words to him, but after seeing the pastor when he wasnt mad at me, he was losing his temper with our child. When he saw that I was online gathering with my brother and sister, hed be constantly in and out of the room disrupting me and throwing things around. What particularly bothered me was that he just completely disregarded our family business, a corner store, using this to pressure me into giving up my faith in Almighty God. Plus he went out every single day to hang out with friends and when he came back, told me how much money he had lost gambling. I knew that all of this was Satans tricks and I couldnt fall for it, that I had to stay firm on the true way and not betray God. But if my husband continued refusing to work, I didnt know how we could pay the household bills or even pay our childs tuition. Thinking of this was very painful for me. Over that period of time, the pastors wife also came to our home frequently telling me I shouldnt believe in Almighty God anymore, and once she got in the door she wouldnt stop for hours. I fell behind on some of the housework because of the time I spent hosting her. All this disruption left me feeling deeply unsettled. Even though I was always able to attend regular gatherings with my brother and sister, I could never find any kind of internal calm. In my pain and helplessness, I came before God in prayer. “Oh God! I dont know how I should experience this in the face of such hindrances. May You guide me to understand Your will and show me a path. ” After praying, a passage of Gods words came to mind. “ Those who God refers to as overcomers are those who are still able to stand witness, maintain their confidence, and their devotion to God when under the influence of Satan and under siege by Satan, that is, when within the forces of darkness. If you are still able to maintain a heart of purity and your genuine love for God no matter what, you stand witness in front of God, and this is what God refers to as being an overcomer. … Since you are certain that this way is true, you must follow it until the end; you must maintain your devotion to God ” (“You Ought to Maintain Your Devotion to God” in The Word Appears in the Flesh. Gods words provided me with faith and strength, and allowed me to understand that God wanted to test my faith and devotion to Him through this onslaught from Satan, through which I could grow in my life. Since I already determined that Almighty God is the return of the Lord Jesus, I should hold fast on the true way and no matter how Satan may disrupt or hinder me, I have to follow God to the very end without ever turning back. If I were to give in to my husbands constraints and give up my faith in God, that would be giving in to Satan and betraying God. I could not fold to Satan in that spiritual battle—I had to hold on to my faith and devotion to God, be steadfast on the true way, and stand witness for God! I felt buoyed up after understanding Gods will, and I had the faith to continue undergoing this. My husband continued to go out every day, but I didnt get angry with him. Instead, I spoke with him very calmly and was just as caring to him as always. To my surprise, a couple of weeks later he started running the business as usual again. I knew that this was Gods doing and I felt a surge of excitement. I saw that when I wasnt hemmed in by what was going on around me but stayed firm in standing witness for God, Satan was shamed and retreated. I gave thanks to God for leading me out of that situation. My resolve to follow God became even greater after the experience of that spiritual battle. Thinking about that bumpy road I had been on, I felt indignant at the pastors behavior. Faced with the appearance and work of the returned Lord Jesus, not only did he not look into it himself, but he employed all sorts of tactics to prevent me from accepting the true way. He unleashed all sorts of evil words and absurdities to lead me astray and even got my husband to stand in the way of my faith. His actions were so despicable! I thought of the Lord Jesus words when He exposed and condemned the Pharisees: “ But woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for you shut up the kingdom of heaven against men: for you neither go in yourselves, neither suffer you them that are entering to go in ” (Matthew 23:13. When the Lord Jesus was doing His work, the Pharisees were afraid that believers would all follow Him and that they would lose their status and livelihoods, so they madly condemned and opposed the Lord Jesus. They judged Him as being merely the son of a carpenter and maligned Him, saying that He cast out demons through the prince of the devils. They even sowed discord by telling Pontius Pilate that the Lord Jesus was leading an uprising to overthrow the Roman government, that He was fomenting political unrest. As a result, many of the Jewish people blindly heeded the Pharisees words, rejecting and condemning the Lord Jesus, and some even went along with the Pharisees in nailing Him to the cross. They were then condemned and damned by God. From the Pharisees many evil actions it can be seen that they were antichrists who prevented people from accepting the true way, who were vying with God for mankind. Once I had seen the essence of the Pharisees I also gained more clarity on the essence of the leaders within religious circles. On the outside, the pastors and elders wave the flag of serving God and are always preaching the Bible to believers, but they lack even the slightest knowledge of God. They do not love the truth or long for the Lords appearance. When Almighty God, Christ of the last days appeared and began working to save mankind, even though they heard Gods words and knew they possessed authority and power, they did not engage in any seeking or investigation. On the contrary, they relied on their own notions and imaginings to condemn and oppose God. Afraid that believers would hear Almighty Gods gospel of the last days and then accept and follow Him, and that theyd lose their status and livelihoods, the pastors and elders have wantonly judged and condemned Gods appearance and work. They have said that Christ of the last days is just a human being; they have condemned and denied Christs divine essence and have even taken the side of the CCP government. They are drumming up support for it, Satan the devil, maligning The Church of Almighty God as just a human organization, using this to lead believers astray so that they reject Christ of the last days. They are preventing believers from turning toward God and getting them to follow along in their opposition to God so that they lose Gods salvation of the last days. We can see from the actions of the pastors and elders that they are the stumbling block, the roadblock on the path leading to the entrance to the kingdom of heaven. They are the antichrist devils who swallow peoples souls whole! Its just as Almighty Gods words say: “ Those who read the Bible in grand churches recite the Bible every day, yet not one understands the purpose of Gods work. Not one is able to know God; moreover, not one is in accord with the heart of God. They are all worthless, vile men, each standing on high to teach God. Though they brandish the name of God. they willfully oppose Him. Though they label themselves believers of God, they are ones who eat the flesh and drink the blood of man. All such men are devils who devour the soul of man, head demons who purposefully disturb those who try to step onto the right path, and stumbling blocks that impede the path of those who seek God. Though they are of ‘robust flesh, how are their followers to know that they are antichrists who lead man in opposition to God? How are they to know that they are living devils who specially seek souls to devour. ” (“All Who Do Not Know God Are Those Who Oppose God” in The Word Appears in the Flesh. Thanks be to God! Seeing through the pastors essence of hypocrisy and hatred for the truth even further invigorated my resolve to follow Almighty God. Now I frequently have gatherings with my brother and sister to share fellowship on Gods words, and through His words Ive gained a bit of understanding of my own corrupt disposition. Ive started to focus on putting His words into practice in my life, and Ive been performing my duty in the church to the best of my ability. I feel such internal tranquility and joy. Having the chance to accept and follow Almighty Gods work of the last days and to step onto the life path of pursuing dispositional change is the greatest honor I could have! I give thanks to God for His love and salvation for me! Source From: The Church of Almighty God Recommended for you: Jesus Is Come, Christian Movie Trailers "Yearning. Have You Met the Return of Lord Jesus.
“Man, I havent been here in years” Mickey said as we walked into The Black Umbrella, a run down bar at the end of the street adjacent to ours. She said it right as we crossed the threshold, almost as if on cue. “I wonder why. ” I muttered. Mickey sucked her teeth and walked ahead briskly. The Black Umbrella may sound like a black and neon concert venue frequented by hipster vampires or perhaps an Ivy League secret society but no, it is instead a dirty old dive bar with none of the nostalgic charm you might expect from a place like this. The one thing that set it apart was that, for whatever absurd reason, all of the drinks were served in beakers. It felt oddly familiar to me. I knew I hadnt been there before. At least not in the past five years. Two men sat at the bar, uninterested in our arrival. To the left of them, a hole in the wall. A gaping maw. Pitch black and inexplicably eerie. It didnt look like anyone had ever attempted to patch it up. We ordered our drinks. “Lets get a booth. ” Mickey grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to the back of the establishment. I sipped at my whisky ginger in a flask half heartedly. I couldnt get my mind off of the strange hole in the wall. It resisted being ignored. I found myself glancing at it frequently. “When was the last time you were here? ” I asked. “Hm, probably when I was—“ Mickey took a sip of her drink, a vodka soda in a graduated cylinder. One of the only glasses they had that had a flat bottom and could be placed on the table. “Oh. I mean, I guess I havent been here. Just a place like this. Yknow. Forgotten. Kind of odd. ” I nodded. “Sure. ” I couldnt stop looking at that hole in the wall. As dusty and decrepit as this place was, it seemed weird that they would just leave it like that. The hole mustve been two feet long and a foot wide. There was no torn wallpaper around its periphery and it seemed too perfectly oval in shape. As if someone had punched it out with a comically large hole puncher. “Oh come on. As if you didnt frequent places like this in your rebellious teenage phase. ” “I didnt really have a rebellious phase. ” What I meant was, well, I dont know if I did. “Yeah right. I can totally see you rocking oversized band tees and, come on, what color was your hair? Purple? ” I tried to think back to my teenage years. I tried to think back to any time before five years ago. I couldnt. I had no memories from before my twenty-third birthday. I didnt even know when my birthday was, I simply called it that because its my earliest memory. I couldnt remember my parents or any family at all. Its almost as if I simply materialized one day. That day, March 27th, I remember standing in the street in the rain. Confused. I found keys in the jacket I was wearing, attached to a tag with an address on Bell Street. I went there and was welcomed by two strangers, Abigail and Amir, who were apparently my new roommates. They told me we had spoken online and on the phone. I didnt remember any of that. I lived there for two years before they abruptly moved to Shitfuck, Vermont and I couldnt afford the rent on my own. Ive been living with Michaela since. Those first two years werent uneventful, there were a handful of weird instances including some inexplicable disappearances. When I lived with Abby and Amir, I tried to be social. I had successfully buried the unsettling feelings that came along with my amnesia by becoming the ultimate social butterfly. But my friendships never lasted long, for various reasons. I remember approaching the parents of my only close friend, asking after her, because I hadnt seen her in weeks… I had been to their house before. I had spent the weekend there with her the prior Thanksgiving. They told me they didnt have a daughter. That the mother was, in fact, infertile. My question had opened an old wound. I told myself I mustve had the wrong house, the wrong couple. I had to convince myself of that because what else could I do? A year ago, I couldve sworn I saw her. At a gas station a few miles from my apartment. We made eye contact briefly before she got into her car and drove away. Whenever I would try to remember my past, I would hit a wall. Sometimes, I felt a tug and a quiet ringing in my ears. Thats what I felt then, watching my friends doppelgänger drive away. Its difficult to describe the tug. It wasnt physical or emotional. It was almost as if my vision, no, more than my vision… My consciousness was a table cloth and someone was pulling on the bottom right corner. Gently at first, maybe trying to get a grip. If I dwelled on my past for too long, if I tried to uncover any memories from before that rainy day, the ringing starts to get louder and the tugging stronger. I start to lose focus. Something innate tells me I dont want to know what would happen if the proverbial tablecloth was ripped off of the table. Something intense. Something explosive. “Helloo? ” Mickey was looking at me. The tablecloth snapped back into place. “Im just kidding. You dont have to look so serious. ” “My hair. It was green actually. How about you? ” I lied, taking a sip of my drink. The tables had holes in them for the drinks that didnt have flat bottoms. I felt like I was drinking my high school chemistry project. Mickey was silent for a moment. A contemplative silence. “I dont know. I dont remember much of my teenage years. ” I thought she looked sad. Distant. The moment passed. “But I did drink a lot back then. ” She laughed. As we were heading out, I looked back at the far wall. At the hole next to the bar. “What do you think that's about? ” I asked Mickey, directing her gaze to the hole. “What? ” “That hole in the wall. Its kinda freaky. ” Michaela was silent for a moment. “I dont see a hole in the wall. ” She said. ——————— Two weeks later, I was walking home from work. It was only 4pm but it was starting to get dark. As I turned the corner onto my street, I noticed something odd. I had lived with Michaela in our shitty house on Bramble street for three years then. The house contained four units, only two were occupied. Michaela and I lived on the first floor. To get to the apartments on the second floor, you have to go around back. Our house was the only building on our street. Even if that werent the case, the place would still be hard to miss. It was an ugly saturated mauve that contrasted greatly with its surroundings. On the far side of the house was a vacant lot, overgrown with weeds and littered with cans of beer and energy drinks. The lot on the side closer to where I stood had also always been vacant, except it was paved. I always assumed it was an abandoned parking lot. It wasnt vacant anymore. There now stood a small house. I guess I wouldnt call it a house. A shack? It looked like a pool shed. It looked completely out of place in the center of this desolate lot. It didnt seem to have a door. There was a person there. I couldnt distinguish their shape or features. It seemed like they were slowly shifting as I watched. When I looked away and looked back again, they looked simultaneously like a new person yet exactly the same. They felt familiar to me. It looked like they were tending to the outside of the shack. Once I was standing before the door to my house, I gave them a long look. They hadnt glanced in my direction. They seemed transfixed with what they were doing, which I could now see was wiping the wooden frame of the shacks single window. A window that, I noticed, faced my own bedroom windows on the first floor. The first room to the right after entering the house is Michaelas bedroom. Her door was cracked but I knocked anyway. “Come in! ” I walked in and sat on the couch by her door. Mickey was typing something on her laptop with one hand and reaching for an animal cracker with the other. Her auburn hair was tied in a messy bun. She missed the bag of crackers by an inch which forced her to divert her attention from the computer screen. “Whats up? ” She asked me. Her brows knitting together with concern. I realized I hadnt said anything. “Have you seen that pool shack that popped up overnight next door? ” “Yeah. ” “Dont you think its weird? Its so tiny and out of place. Where did it come from? ” “I do… Actually, look at this. ” She jumped off the bed, almost knocking over her laptop. She opened the bottom most drawer of her desk and rifled through it. Finding what she wanted, she came over and sat on the couch next to me. She handed me a piece of paper. “This is the listing for this place. For a few years ago, when I found this place. ” I wasnt sure why she was showing it to me. “Look. ” She pointed to one of the exterior photos. It was taken from an angle. You could see part of the street in front of it. Two cars were parked out front. The vacant lot was mostly visible behind the house. Except it wasnt vacant. The same little doorless pool house was present. “That definitely wasnt here when we moved in. ” “I know. “Maybe it blew away during some particularly strong winds and the owner has been meaning to rebuild it but hasnt been able to until now.? ” “Is the uh, character outside, the owner? ” “Character? I have no idea who the owner is. I didnt consider that someone might own that lot until now. ” “Theres someone out there now— Never mind. I just dont get how it popped up like that. This is just weird. ” Mickey shrugged and ate a handful of animal crackers. ——————————— That night I kept thinking about the eerie Keeper of the shed. How diligently they cleaned that window frame. How they hadnt glanced at me as I passed. They had seemed so disconnected from the world, only focused on their small, repetitive task. I wondered where they were now. They couldnt possibly live in that little shack. I suddenly remembered that I could see the entire lot from my window. Something primordial told me not to look outside. I remember hearing the front door open and close quietly before I fell asleep. ———————————— The next day there was a snow storm. My boss called me early to tell me not to come in. I spent the day reading until Mickey came home and came to my room. She seemed a little dazed. Before I could say anything she mouthed something. I was about to ask her to repeat herself when she asked, audibly this time, “what time is it? ” I looked at my phone. “5:25” “In the morning? ” She asked, unfocused. “No. PM. ” It was November so it was already dark outside. She sucked her teeth. “Right. ” Pause. “Hey… Lets go to The Umbrella! ” Mickey had three more drinks than usual, four if you count the one she dropped because she forgot that beakers cant balance on flat surfaces. She hardly said a word the whole evening. When we got up to leave, I noticed that the hole in the wall was gone. ————————————————— That night I couldnt resist the urge. I raised my blinds and looked out the window. There was a light on in the window facing me. I tried to make out any forms inside. The shed seemed too close. Although the lot was next door, it was a rather spacious plot of land. The house was in the center, which was more than a few leaps and bounds away from me. But somehow that distance didnt matter. I had the strange feeling that if I reached out, I would be able to touch it. I couldnt look away. The familiar feeling of my mental tablecloth being pulled resumed. I let it happen for a minute or two. I felt myself leaning to the right. My head felt heavy. I pressed my cheek to my collarbone. My vision started to disappear into whatever void existed at the bottom right corner of my consciousness. The ringing was more of a buzzing. I had the strange thought that I was hearing the sounds of my neurons firing. Suddenly I remembered where I was. I had let it go on for too long as now it was physically difficult for me to extract myself. I had to pull myself away from the void. It tried to pull me harder in the opposite direction. Once I was free, I stepped away from the window. The light in the pool shack went dark. I had a feeling that that was for me. I closed the blinds on both of my windows for good measure. As I was falling asleep, I heard the front door open and close again. ————————————————— The next day Michaela didnt come home. Her shoes and coat werent by the door. Though her bedroom door was locked, which I found a tad unusual because we never really locked our doors. I tried knocking just in case but got no response. I left for work an hour later and saw the Keeper standing on the other side of the shed this time. They were fixing something on the roof, which they could reach without a latter. I tried to say good morning but it seemed like they didnt or couldnt hear me. I took a few steps towards them. No reaction. I walked around them, a foot away from them. They seemed more familiar to me than before. For a moment, I saw something I didnt understand the truth of at the time. They turned and gave me the most cursory of glances but it felt like an eternity. They were Abigail. My roommate before Michaela. They were simultaneously Abby and Amir, her fiancé. Husband. I was somehow looking at both of them at once, yet at each one individually. There was a muted agony in their faces. Their face? I felt hurt by this mockery. I didnt feel like I had seen a ghost, I felt like I had seen the ghost of a ghost. A photograph of a ghost. A distorted facsimile. I felt like the Keeper was taunting me. Their eyes were entirely black. As black and unnerving as the hole had been the first time I saw it at the bar. I didnt see Michaela for three more days. Until that Sunday morning, when I woke up and she was in the living room, drinking a cup of coffee. She greeted me as if nothing happened. I asked her where she had been and she happily told me about a new guy she had met and how she had spent a couple days with him. I didnt want to poke any holes in her story because I was just glad that she was home. Her cheerfulness seemed exaggerated. I noticed she was holding her mug with her left hand. Was Mickey left-handed? My gaze found her right hand resting on her knee, bandaged up tight. “Jeez Mickey, what happened? ” “Oh, ” she said, unfazed. “Ive got this weird rash. Its totally gross. Ive been using cream and shit. I think its getting better. ” Her whole hand was wrapped up in a way that left her unable to move her fingers. I didnt say anything in response. That night when I came home from work, I immediately noticed that my blinds were up. I could see the mysterious shed. The light in the window was off. No. There was no window. In fact, I could only see hints of the wood paneling. Where the window used to be, there was now a massive gaping hole, perfectly oval and so dark it made my heart sink. I was overcome with this strange feeling that, despite it being inanimate and lacking eyes, that the hole was watching me. I felt exposed. I slept on the couch that night. The next morning, I noticed Michaelas shoes and coat were gone. That night I dreamt that I was the Keeper of the shack. I was repairing a panel of wood that had become askew. Up close, I could see how rickety and unstable the shack itself was. It was a miracle it stayed up at all. I knew I had to keep the shack closed and secure. I felt it with every fiber of my being. I put my ear up to the wall. It had a heartbeat. Slow and steady. I knew something was growing in there. I felt its hunger. Then I felt hungry. Terribly, horribly hungry. Our hungers were indistinguishable. I was it. It was me. Suddenly the heartbeat went quiet. I was overcome with loneliness. I looked down and in my hand I was holding a black umbrella, dripping what looked like blood. When I woke up, I was outside, my back inches away from the shack. I ran back to the house as if someone had lit a fire under my ass. Several hours later, I heard the door open. Mickey snuck in, took off her coat and shoes, and entered her room. Still half asleep, I followed her. I stood in the doorway, obscured by the lack of light, and watched Mickey sit on the bed, seemingly out of breath. She unwrapped her hand and let out a soft cry. The moonlight filtering in from behind her blinds illuminated a gruesome sight. Her hand was a mess. I could hardly make out her fingers. It looked like it had been crushed under a heavy weight. It looked like it was… melting. As the moonlight hit her hand, I could see there were no fingers. Whatever this ailment was seemed to be extending up her arm now. I swear I saw it dripping onto her jeans. I gasped. Michaela looked in my direction but didnt react. It was like she couldnt see me. Like she was seeing beyond me. For some reason, I felt that her seeing me would put us both in danger. In the morning, I convinced myself what I saw the night before was a dream. But I didnt see Michaela that day or for two weeks after that. Her door was locked. I tried knocking every time I left for work but she never answered. —————————— Those two weeks were monotonous as hell. Every time I left for work I would see the same ethereal figure of the being I had dubbed the Keeper, tending to some other part of the shack. The Keeper never acknowledged me and quickly I stopped paying them any mind either. I started leaving the blinds open because I knew whatever weird void-dwelling being lived next door could open them at their whim anyway. The light in the shack stayed off. Three days after I had last seen her, I walked around the side of the house, my back to the shack, and decided to look into Michaelas window. There was something wet on the windowsill. It was thick. It was dripping over the edge and onto the ground next to me. I dont know what I hoped to see. Part of me thought Id see the Keeper leaning over her bloody carcass, biting into one of her kidneys. I could hear them behind me, using a tool to tend to something on the roof. It seemed there was always something about that shack that needed repair. I took a deep breath and looked into her window. There was nothing strikingly out of the ordinary. Except the stain on the bed. More than a stain. A strange viscous spill which covered most of her bed and some of the floor. It looked like baby puke. If someone had mixed puke with slime. As I stared, I noticed that some of the liquid trailed to the window. Like it was trying to escape. It was the very same liquid which was dripping onto the ground to my right. I was overcome with the nauseating feeling that the slime was aware of me. I quickly looked away. There was a thin trail of slime leading to the shack. I thought of who I could call. I didnt know a lot of Mickeys friends. Or at least not well enough to know how to reach them. I had never met her parents either, though I knew they lived just outside of town. I wondered, if the roles were reversed, who Mickey would call for my sake. There wasnt anyone she could call. I tried to remember someone. Anyone. A guardian. A teacher. A parent. I was met with the same block as always. The nagging nothingness where my memories should be. The mind is capable of understanding so much. It is capable of making connections faster than we could ever consciously fathom. In fact, the human mind is so advanced that it even also knows when to purposely misunderstand things or refuse to comprehend them at all. This is a mercy. This is the creators, whoever they may be, if they exist at all, greatest gift to humanity. The inability to correlate certain things. I knew there was something I was subconsciously ignoring. I spent the next week and a half going about my life. I started going out for drinks with coworkers. We would go to an Irish pub twenty minutes from my house. None of them had ever heard of The Black Umbrella. The more time I spent with them, the less real they felt. I kept finding myself thinking they were actors or that I was imagining them. I kept telling myself that that was crazy but I couldnt shake the nagging feeling that I was the only person left in the world. One night at the pub I ran into my neighbor from the upstairs unit. This guy with sandy hair named David who we rarely saw because he was in a competitive graduate program and worked two jobs. He had a cotton shirt wrapped around his right hand and a large bandage on his neck. “You look awful, ” I told him. He smiled at me sadly. “I havent been sleeping well. ” When he stood up, he left behind a sticky spot on the bar. One night I came home earlier than usual. There was a vague buzzing in my ears, which I ignored because it wasnt anything unusual. The auditory distortions came and went without cause. They usually didnt get worse unless I strained myself. I passed out almost immediately only to wake up several hours later, laying on my back, staring into a familiar void on my ceiling. It was almost comforting. Once the familiar tugging began, I averted my gaze and sat up. I sat against the wall which divided my room from Michaelas and put my face in my hands. I wanted to cry. I wanted to feel something potent. I wanted to mourn Michaela because I knew she was gone. I wanted to feel fear. Fear of the unknown looming above me. Fear of what would happen next. I felt something touch my back. It was a gentle, incomprehensible prodding. It felt like someone was massaging my back with a baseball bat. I couldnt move. Something resembling fear shot down my spine. I was frozen. It moved across my back slowly but intentionally. I had the thought that maybe it was trying to get a grip but couldnt. Because it didnt have fingers. I quickly turned around. There was nothing there but the wall. I didnt dare look back up at the void. I left my room and stopped in front of Michaelas. Before I knew what I was doing, I had broken her door down. Aside from the broken door, her room seemed neat. There was nothing viscous on her bed or on the floor. I stood in the doorway for a minute, unsure of what to do. On the couch to my left, I found a note inside an envelope with my name on it. I tore it open. It read: “I lied to you that night at the bar. I did see the hole. That was the third time I had seen it. The previous two were in the apartment. As stupid as this sounds, I know it saw me too. I didnt say anything because I felt that the more I acknowledged it, the more untethered I would become. I kept seeing it after that. Everywhere I went. Some nights I would wake up somewhere totally different. Only to blink and be staring at the hole on my ceiling. The person outside. They started acknowledging me. One night when I was particularly inebriated, I asked them what the fuck they were doing there, day in and day out. They didnt even turn to look at me. I heard their voice in my head, “I like to keep busy” They said. It said. I said. It was my voice. It was my goddamn voice, coming from that thing. The time after that, I couldnt resist. I climbed right into the void on the wall between our rooms. I couldnt stop myself from going in. I saw things I wasnt mean to. I went somewhere devastating. I ended up inside the pool shed. I wouldnt wish that on anyone, especially not you. I somehow managed to escape. I couldnt tell you how. But its too late. It has me. Its destroyed me. Literally. I can feel myself being disassembled. All I want is to be back inside the shack. It feels safe there. I feel that Ill be safe there. But these dont feel like my thoughts, my impulses. But I cant resist them much longer. If I know anything, its that Ill be gone when you read this. I had to know what it was. I shouldnt have gone. But I did. Dont do what I did. Its better not to know. If you see me again, it isnt me. Please be careful. ” With the note was a stack of photos. There were about ten of them, each a few years apart. They were all of the ugly mauve house I knew so well. In some of them, the shed was visible in the background. In others, just an empty lot. The shed seemed to come and go inexplicably. I grabbed my shoes and a fleece and walked to The Black Umbrella. There was David, to my left. He gave me a polite smile. He looked healthy. Healthier than I had ever seen him. No more bandages. Seeing him made me uncomfortable. I ordered a shot of vodka which was served to me in a test tube. I returned home at around four in the morning. The street was abnormally quiet. The air seemed thick and there was a palpable tension. Every time I tried to ignore that damn pool house, I felt my gaze inexplicably being drawn to it. Riding on a rare surge of bravery and adrenaline, I approached the house. I had been right in my observation; there was no door. I didnt let that stop me. I hesitated before entering but I figured I had nothing to lose at this point. I blinked and found myself inside. The only light was coming from the street lights outside filtering in. The Keeper was crouched over something, working it with their hands. They didnt react to my entrance. Their presence didnt unnerve me for some reason. I tried to distinguish their form but couldnt. I could see it clearly yet it still evaded me somehow. It was as if I was only seeing a small fraction of what they were. What it was. It was as if my human senses were inadequate for the task of comprehending what was in front of me. I felt that surrounding their human form, there was something bigger. Something overwhelming. Something otherworldly and ancient. In that moment I understood that the Keeper was only a small part of it. As disposable as a limb to a creature that had hundreds and the ability to regrow them at will. I started to hear the familiar ringing in my ears. I let that thought go. The Keeper was massaging what looked like a pile of clay. It sat on the wooden floor. It was two feet high and shaped like a person. It was a person. A clay sculpture of a human bust. I felt like they wanted me to see it. It was a bust of Michaela. It looked so real. A mound of clay sat to the side of the bust. But it wasnt clay. It had a nauseatingly viscous quality to it… The bust blinked. A quiet agony in the clay eyes that no longer looked like clay. I looked at the Keeper. Where their entire face had been, there was now a void. A gaping primordial maw. Although it had no teeth that I could fathom, I heard the sickening wet sounds as it devoured my roommate. Watching it eat was the single most repulsive thing I have ever seen. I couldnt fathom how a jaw could be so malleable. I remembered the image I had concocted of the Keeper eating Mickeys kidneys a few nights prior. This was far worse. I couldnt have concocted this image myself. She was looking at me. Michaela. I couldnt read the expression on her face. It was over in less than a minute but it felt like an eternity. I have no way of knowing how much of Michaela was in that bust. I have to keep telling myself she was dead long before that. The next thing I remember is waking up. In my own bed. I had no recollection of getting there. I wiped the remnants of sleep from my eyes and went to get a glass of water. My heart fell into my stomach and out of my ass when I saw Michaela, bright and jovial as ever, making breakfast in the kitchen. “Whats that look for? ” She asked playfully. I could hear my heart beating between my ears as I watched her salt the eggs in the frying pan. “I dont feel so good. ” I told her. I dont know why I bothered saying anything. Maybe because I didnt want her… I didnt want it to suspect anything. I walked back into my room. In my periphery I could see that the shack was gone. I lay back down in bed, wondering why it hadnt eaten me too. I thought about the first time I had met Michaela. We had met at a cafe after talking online. She had been half an hour late. I tried to push further back. Remember anything. Something. I heard the buzzing. I felt it in my skin and bones. I was too tired to fight it and soon it washed over me. I had fought this spell for years, feeling that it was the precursor to something I should avoid. I wish I hadnt resisted it for so long. The tablecloth was pulled from the table and I truly woke up for the first time in five years. ———————— “I think… Oh my god! ” “Holy shit. Holy shit! ” “Get over here! ” “Hey! Can you hear me? ” I knew that that was directed at me but I wished they would all shut up. The voices were so loud. Everything was so loud. I tried to say yes but all I could do was mumble and drool. Somewhere deep down I could hear questions bubbling, struggling to reach the surface. They would have to wait. I was so tired. “She seems stable. Let her rest. Shes been through a lot. ” Bea was always the sensible one. Id have to thank her for that later. My eyes shot open. I knew who these people were. I remembered. More memories were coming back to me every second. I could name all four people in the room… Beatrice, Paulette, Thomas and Hayden. My friends. “Im awake” I managed. ———————— During the next several weeks, my entire life came back to me. And with the help of my friends, I finally had answers. I recovered relatively quickly. My health didnt seem to be compromised. I had come back with everything intact. I had met Thomas in college. I went on to go to graduate school with him. I went for Cultural Anthropology and he went for Surgical Technology. He met Paulette, Beatrice and Hayden through his program. Paulettes parents were world renowned in the medical field for their development of experimental therapies. Because of this, they were often traveling, giving lectures, changing the world… Which left us with access to their private laboratory. There were several others who were involved with this arrangement but we were the core group. Mind you, I was the least qualified so I mostly just observed. We used to concoct all sorts of unsavory experiments at that lab, only to clean them up before Paulettes parents returned. When it was all new and exciting, Thomas had suggested we come up with a name for the laboratory. To make us sound clandestine and mysterious, like a secret society. “Quick! Get the radioactive samples to The Silver Temple! ” Thomas had shouted dramatically. “Something like that, yknow. It sounds cool! ” “That is terrible, ” Paulette had said and rolled her eyes. “I know, ” I had said, glancing at my backpack against the far wall. I could see its contents spilling onto the floor. A chapstick. A notebook. My trusty black umbrella. “The Black Umbrella. ” And so it was. For a while, playing scientist lost its charm. Until Hayden discovered a strange biological mass in the cave structure he had been exploring. Im not sure if he had gone to explore because he suspected he would find something or if it was an accidental discovery. I guess I should ask him. Anyway, It was small enough that he easily contained it and brought it to the lab. I remember sitting on a stool, waiting for the test results, anxious and curious. I remember listening to the technical jargon being thrown about and not understanding a word of it. I asked them to explain it to me like they would to a fifth grader. The tests had come back unlike anything they had ever seen. The mass was apparently made up entirely of brain tissue. Elements of the tests were inconclusive and/or confusing, the brain tissue seemed to be both human and something else. In fact, consecutive tests came back with slightly different results each time. We were all so excited. It was a completely unheard of form of life! Hayden dubbed it “SBE” for Strange Biological Entity. Soon we started calling it “SOB” for Son of A— The more we studied it, the more confused we got. The lab results seemed to be meaningless with how different they were each time. We could find no consistency among them. That was our first hint that we were in over our heads. The first contamination had occurred when Hayden invited over some friends from work. He had been bragging about his discovery and felt the need to provide proof. At first, we were just fucking around. I remember we were drinking whiskey. Using Paulettes fathers expensive equipment to impress the coworkers, we did full brain scans. The super crazy kind where we catalogued the individuals entire brain and created a coherent map of it. Its probably either not as cool as that sounds or way cooler than I can comprehend. Hayden was properly drunk when he brought out the SBE. Hes lived with the repercussions of that decision since. One of his coworkers, David, ended up being overzealous and handsy. In a moment of excitement and curiosity, David had touched the mass with his bare hands. It immediately attached itself like the worlds most bloodthirsty leech. The majority of the mass had dropped off after a couple hours, but the part that had come into contact with Davids hand had remained. Attempts to extricate it were unsuccessful. We stayed in the lab for days, attempting to work out a solution. It only took a few days for it to devour him. The part of the mass which had remained on his skin seemed to crawl up his arm, hugging it like a sleeve. We did amputate his arm when we realized it was spreading quickly. I vaguely remember the sounds of his cries. After the arm was removed, we found traces of the biological entity in his blood stream. He was being eaten from the inside out. When it was over, the SOB left no trace of his body. But during the following weeks of testing, we discovered something interesting: brain waves. On a hunch, we cross referenced them. They were Davids. Over time the waves would do some interesting things. I dont understand the jargon well enough to know exactly what. But I did understand the implication that David was still alive, in some way, within the incomprehensible organism we had discovered. We agreed not to reveal the mass to the world. We were in too deep and we were scared. There was another breach a year after the first event. This time, three of our peers from the same graduate program failed to follow proper safety protocols. I wasnt there and I didnt ask for details. All three of these students were infected and devoured. There were many attempts to save them. Some seemed really promising but none of them were successful. Still, they learned a lot. We couldnt save them and we were too scared to get authorities involved. They were kept in quarantine for their last days. Those last days were quiet, as we all awaited their fate. Its hard to say for sure but we think one of them infected me somehow. Paulette showed me the framed photo of her deceased peers that she kept on her desk. The photo was from university. Paulette stood in the middle, her hair much shorter. The girl all the way to the right, I recognized as Michaela Wood. She looked happy. The other two were Abigail and Amir. “I lived with her. ” I said, holding the framed photo gently. For some reason I was afraid I would break it. “What? ” Paulette asked, confused. “In there. We lived together for three years. In… In there. ” I wanted to cry but I didnt. Instead I asked the question that had been marinating in my mind since I woke up, “Why am I alive? ” Paulette shook her head. She didnt know for sure. They assumed I was a genetic anomaly. The SBE couldnt “read” me as easily. Thats not to say it wouldnt have devoured me whole if it had had the chance. But alas, my friends had learned a lot from the deaths of Michaela, Abby and Amir, and managed to extract it from my body. But it had reached my brain quicker than they anticipated. The medication stopped it from spreading throughout my entire brain. Despite that, I had fallen into a coma. My brain activity had been so minimal, they had almost declared me brain dead. But there was enough activity that they held out hope. “You had shown signs of waking through the years, but you never came back. Until now. ” I didnt know how I was supposed to feel about that. I was still looking at the photo of Michaela. Paulette explained to me that the SBE had been properly contained since my incident. That absolutely no one comes into direct contact with it anymore. Theyve been discussing passing it on to the proper authorities, after all of these years of hoarding it to themselves… “Can you do something for me? Can you see if Michaelas brain waves are still… detectable? ” An hour later, Paulette and Hayden returned to my room. Hayden wheeled in a giant monitor. It reminded me of high school, when the substitute teacher would let us watch a movie. It was weird to remember high school. He turned on the monitor and immediately a clip of brain waves appeared, along with a bunch of numbers, symbols and graphs I didnt care to try to understand. The waves looked active. Alive. I felt a brief flash of happiness before I remembered that this was a visual representation of a prison sentence. I felt immensely sad. “Those are Michaelas? ” Hayden cleared his throat. Not a single trace of hers. These are yours. ”.
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Part1 Hi guys, I'm back, still alive. I'd somehow managed to fall asleep in my husband's arms, cuddled next to him, in his ICU bed. After a comfortable few hours of much needed rest, I awoke to the sound of rattling, knocking, only it wasn't coming from the locked door. "Knock, bang, clank, bang. the noise was coming from the opposite wall. "Screech. The large frosted window appeared to be welded shut. But someone or something was trying to get in. From where my body rested, I could see a figure. It was a slender, humanoid with long dark blond hair. The light of the new morning was too bright to allow me to make out features, but he appeared to be wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. "Hey. shouted a male voice as he banged on the thick glass pane. The sound was loud, somewhat metallic as if he was hitting the window with something other than his fist. The voice sounded young, possibly a teenager. "Can you hear me, Barbie girl? I'm coming in. He sounded happy, friendly; almost like this was all some kind of prank. How the hell did he know my name? I regressed from a grown woman to a little girl and did the only thing I could think to do; I pulled the blankets over my head and held on to my husband's body like he was an emotional support plushie. I could hear the window open, with an audible crack, followed by the crash of glass and possibly chunks of drywall falling to the ground. The stranger was in the room. I couldn't help but sob. Why was he here? Where was hospital security? Was he hospital security? The man's footsteps sounded like combat boots; firm, strong, and more than a little terrifying. "Barbie. His voice was innocent, sweet. "Barbara-Ann. He cleared his throat like a nervous teen addressing a teacher. "Mrs. Mercer? I know you must be hungry. You have a life growing inside you. With the last sentence, a hint of an American southern accent started to slip through. I turned my head just enough to catch a view of his face. What stood before me was a young man with my husband's blue eyes, blonde hair, distinctive nose, and jawline. The man was definitely older than eighteen. If I had to guess I'd say he was in his twenties, maybe a college student. But more then anything, he looked like he could be my husband's kid brother. Except Kenneth didn't have a brother. "Who are you. The man smiled, his blue eyes catching my gaze. "I would say you can call me Kenny or Ken, but I'm sure you're not going to be okay with that, given the circumstances. He took a step closer and motioned to my husband's sleeping face. "Just to be respectful, how about you call me K. K still sounded too much like Kenneth for my liking. "How about if I call you Kai. It was the only other male 'K' name I could think of. I'd heard it from a videogame, and the fact that is rhymed with 'pie' made me slightly less uncomfortable. "I like it. Kai reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a king-sized Snickers bar, the kind with two in the package. "Wow. I'd only ever seen them, back home in America. And I was in fact very hungry. "Here, Barbie, you need to eat. he said offering me the whole package. "If not for you then do it for the baby. You're what, two months along. I kept my hands where they were. Thoughts of food positioning, drugging or worse raced through my mind; this was a setup, this was how I was going to die. But I needed to stay calm, Kai was acting friendly because I was acting friendly. "I'm three months pregnant, but how do you know that. I only know what I've been access to. But it's more than enough. He opened the package, pulling out a bar. He broke off a piece, squishing the chocolate and caramel between his fingers. "I know all about you, Barbie, I want to be with you. My eyes bulged in shock, as my lips hung open, unable to speak or even breathe. Kai apparently took that as in invitation to put his finger in my mouth. "Here, see, it's just a regular Snicker's bar. I closed my mouth forcing myself to swallow the bite if only to appease him. It tasted fine. And If I was wrong, hopefully, I wouldn't suffer too badly. "Are you a clone. Kai laughed and shook his head, the way that Kenneth always did. "I'm more of a compilation album. Like, the best of. My eyes motioned to my husband, while my body remained paralyzed with fear. "More like I'm what's left of him. Kai muttered. For a moment his voice changed; his southern accent disappeared, revealing something that sounded Eastern-European. But he caught himself, just as quickly. "Look, Miss Mercer, can I call you Barbie. Kai asked as he tried to finger feed me another piece of candy, like a lamb at a petting zoo. You've been calling me Barbie for the last ten minutes. "Missus Mercer will be fine. I replied through gritted teeth. Kai ate the remainder of the piece of chocolate, sucking his own fingers as he spoke. "The fact is, Ma'am, Master Sergeant Kenneth Mercer is not waking up. They've been harvesting him for months, he's been lucky to last as long as he did. And now everything he owns (everything he was) belongs to you? No, I had a more pressing question. "Who's 'they. Kai only chuckled. "I think you already know the answer to that. I couldn't look away. His smile was familiar yet alien, terrifying, yet soothing. "Did they send you. Kai shook his head. He was glancing at his hands with a cocky grin. "Do I look like a product of the military, to you. No, you look like some kind of genetic experiment. I said unintentionally out loud. "Look, do you want this candy or not? If you're willing to leave with me I can get you someplace safe. He walked his fingers down my face, to my jaw. "A place with food, water, and a nice bed. I wasn't leaving, not without Kenneth. But if I couldn't wake him up, I was in a bit of a bind. "Will you stay with me. Sure. Kai said, as he ran his fingers through his hair like a slacker-surfer. "I mean, I already went through the trouble of breaking in. Yeah, you did. I replied with a fake smile, to hopefully look more innocent and trustworthy. Kai pulled up a chair, by the bed, facing me at eye level as he stroked my cheek. "Totally worth it. I locked eyes with him, taking a moment to fully take in his demeanor. "Will you take your clothes off. I asked in a surgery sweet whisper. Sure, Kai was handsome, but in truth, I needed to know what exactly I was dealing with. Was he a robot, a human or something else entirely? Will you get out of bed and eat candy with me. Of course. I took a breath, gathering the courage to release my husband's body and sit up on my own. I could see Kai's arms, they were bruised and scared. But his skin tone was rather strange. Large sections of his skin were discolored. Some places looked like tan-lines while others look like surgical scars. I moved my hands under his shirt, expecting to feel six-pack abs and a toned chest. But instead, my hands were met with something leathery, dry and held together with sutures of various sizes. It was what I imagined Frankenstein's monster must have felt like. Kai held my hand, guiding me to remove his t-shirt. His body was a mess of scars; tissue that had been grafted, rejected and replaced. "Don't worry, Barbie-girl, it's just a touch of cancer. I jerked my hand back. "You are a clone. Kai growled in frustration. "I really don't care for that word. He somehow managed to hold on to his southern accent, even as his eyes filled with rage. "Sorry. I managed to squeak out. Kai was gripping my wrists hard. "I'm superior to Kenneth Mercer in every possible way. When they gave me his cancer-laced DNA I beat it. Because they cut the rotting flesh from your body and replaced it with new parts. He wasn't a clone, at least not just of my husband. I needed a closer look. "I want to hold you. What. Kai asked with more surprise than suspicion. He, of course, obliged, pulling me off the bed. I placed his hands upon my hips, allowing him to embrace me the way my husband would. His eyes were clear, human, perfect copies of Kenneth's eyes. That's what made the next part easier. I kissed him on the lips. His mouth tasted like a bag of quarters; cold, metallic. But he had a normal tongue, that seemed to function the way one should. Part of him was metal, perhaps robotic? And yet I could feel his heart beating. Kai pressed his lips to my ear. "I won't hurt you. His breathy American accent was back and felt so good. I looked deep into his eyes, falling into a hypnotic trance. "How fucked up would it be if your scrap-heap of a husband woke up right now? Not that it'd matter since he's mostly blind. The first night in the ICU they took his corneas, to make sure he couldn't get out of bed even if he tried. Kai's lips caressed mine, as he released a soft breath. "He can't even kiss you. How can you expect him to be able to love you. His words caused me to shed a single tear. Suddenly I fell from Kai's lap, landing on the floor. Clone-boy had dropped me. Dazed, it took me a moment to realize, Kai was screaming. I quickly got to my feet, adjusting my clothes. I managed to look up just in time to see Ken with his hands around Kai's throat. But that was just to hold his victim in place as he sank his teeth into Kai's neck like something out of a zombie movie. There was blood, so much blood. But my eyes went straight to the streaks of blue energy. I just know it was the same energy I had seen on my own body, except Kai wasn't giving it up willingly. With each mouthful of blood and shimmering energy, Ken was growing physically stronger. He could already sit up on his own. From his abnormally strong grip, I could see he had full use of his upper body. If that was the case, he was well on his way to getting out of the bed. Of course, life is never that clean. Just as we locked eyes, Ken gripped his chest, struggling for breath. He appeared to have hit his limit on the consumption of electric lifeforce. He released Kai, letting his body fall to the floor with a thud. I took a few steps closer, to see if he was dead. He wasn't. "Please, Mrs. Mercer, I'm so sorry. Kai was shivering, crying. "My father is part of the cleaning crew. He helped me escape, told me where to find you. Your father. He's not my biological father. Kai turned his head as tears streamed down his face. They were not tears of remorse, but rather tears of pain. The stitching in Kai's back was coming apart. That was I noticed the stripes. He was made of stripes of flesh; layers upon layers of flesh in all possible states of decay. "Kai, can you get us out of here. On-only if he gives it back. He needs to give it back. Give what back. I asked, although I already knew the answer. "What he stole from me, what they gave to me. It was clear, Kai apparently survived on the blue energy; the physical form of Kenneth's life force, perhaps even his soul. "Take it from me. I offered, reaching out my hand. I was trembling, blinking back tears. I didn't even know if this would work. I felt the energy from Ken because we had a connection: a connection, I sure as fuck didn't share with Kai. "No. Ken shouted. He opened his mouth again as if to continue his thought, but no further words came out. Ken grimaced in pain as he used his arms to lift his unmoving legs. He was trying to get out of bed. I pulled my hand back, willing to let Kenneth take control of the situation. I looked around the room; if we were to try for an escape we needed clothes, supplies. There were a few cabinets, where I found hospital scrubs, medication in iv bags, and needles. "Now, you freak. Ken muttered. "Take back just enough to get us out of here. Um yeah, sure thing, Sir. Kai said, in an apologetic tone. In one swift motion, Kai grabbed Kenneth by the wrist and bit hard. with his metal teeth, it wasn't difficult for him to draw a significant amount of blood. I was holding a fistful of IV needles. Not much of a weapon but it would have to do. "Stop it. I punched Kai in the face as hard as I could. He released Kenneth's wrist and stood up. Kai walked with a limp but seemed to have enough energy to make it to the window. "I-I climbed the wall to get up here. Looking down the wall I could see how that was possible. There appeared to be notches in the brick surface, making for an easy climb. Easy for someone with fully functioning limbs, anyway. I turned back, slightly concerned about Ken's ability. "Kenny, are you okay to climb. Ken was out of bed, standing on his own. He locked eyes with me quickly, as if reading my mind. "I'll jump if I need to. I could see he was limping. And unfortunately, Kai was correct: my husband was nearly completely blind. "Here, take my hand. Kai went down first. I went second while guiding Ken. No alarms sounded until we reached the bottom. We started to run, making our way through the farmlands and eventually the forest. I allowed Kai to lead the way. After all, we were in Germany. I knew nothing about the backroads. As night started to fall, we came across an unoccupied cabin. It had no electricity but plenty of candles, and lamps. I just needed to make a fire. "I can make a fire. Kai offered. "Go see if there's any food or water. I agreed but only after I made sure Kenneth would be safe. After traveling for hours, he was able to stand on his own, siphoning energy from my exposed skin. Outside I could see there was a well. It actually contained clear water. I gave it a taste, and for whatever reason, it tasted like hospital water. It had that chemical, tap water flavor. It was almost as if this was a setup. I returned with a bucket filled with water. "We should probably still boil this. Kai had made a fire out of a piece of newspaper and a lighter that he had in his pocket the entire time. "That works, I found this. He opened a cabinet to reveal glass jars filled with dry goods. "I think it's flour and oats. But there's not much else. I took down a jar of oats. they seemed to be stale but not too out of date. After a meal of porridge that tasted like wallpaper paste, we went to bed; Kenneth and I on the one bed and Kai on the floor like a dog. I, of course, stayed with Ken. I stripped out of my sweaty clothes and rested my head on his chest. We were lucky the local weather seemed to be stuck in summer-mode, allowing us to sleep without keeping a fire going throughout the night. Maybe we could even find some clean clothes in this 'magical' cabin. Ken's eyes were closed, his breathing was so peacefully calm. I reached for his hand, wanting to hold it close to me while I slept. "I love you, Kenny. I love you too, Barbie girl. He gently lifted my face, to look into his eyes. Ken seemed to focus on eye contact, staring without blinking. Was that normal for a blind man? After a few seconds, he collapsed into my arms suffering a seizure. "Ken. I positioned his body on the bed, in the middle of the undressed mattress, so he could safely ride out the convulsions. Hopefully afterward he would comfortably drift off to sleep. Sitting on the side of the bed, I snuck a peek at Kai. if he had been watching he wasn't watching now. Kai had his arms over his chest, pulling his legs into the fetal position as he rocked himself the way a stereotypical mentally unstable person would. I got off the bed, moving closer. "You ok. Kai nodded silently. I could hear him sobbing. Something about seeing him cry true tears touched my heart. Both men were weak yet strong, kind yet frightening; the whole situation was like a scale; each of their bodies held a portion of life energy. And somehow I had some too. Was it genetic? Was I hurting the baby? Or was it mine to give as I pleased? I sat at Kai's side, on the floor, stroking his back. "Did your father give you that lighter. Kai nodded. "Will you hold me. he asked in a soft, innocent whisper. "Sure. I put my arms around him, resting my head on his back. "Tell me more about your father. I met him maybe a year ago, maybe two. After all my treatments and surgeries I kinda lost my concept of time. I just know it felt like a long time but I know logically that it wasn't. I was getting pumped full of drugs, IV's, all while being kept awake for days at a time; it was prepping my brain, like formatting a computer. But when they started the process of re-modeling my jaw, I must have gone into shock. I awoke in a dark cell; freezing cold left to die. And I would have, if not for Father. Does he go by any other name. Not that I know of. I told me to refer to him as Father and he would call me Son. Kai wiped tears from his eyes. "He would bring me food and water, encouraged me to continue my training. He knew if I worked hard, I could prove to my superiors that I was strong, worthy. Worthy of receiving Ken's harvested parts. Worthy of being made whole again. Kai flicked the lighter, holding the flame to his palm. "Through the process, I got really sick; developing cancer antibodies is a real bitch. Father gave me this lighter to divert my pain. How. The more I burn myself, the less pain I feel. It put me in control. I guess that makes sense. And that's kinda how I escaped. Um, what. Kai closed the lighter and turned to me. "My father told me you were kind. You would care for me like a mother. A mother. I'm not a clone. I know I was a child, I lived in an orphanage, in Russia or someplace like that. "But I-I can barely remember. But you can remember. You remember a life other than Kenneth's. I know what I lost, what never had, and what got replaced. But mostly I have an archive of Kenneth's data; his childhood, his memories, his military training, and his brilliant mind. What about his face? Did you always look like him. When I was thirteen, the people in charge of me, they broke my jaw, fractured my skull and rebuilt certain parts with metal implants. "We're your eyes always blue. Kai nodded. "My eyes are my own. He closed his eyes, sobbing even harder. "Or maybe they were my mother's eyes. You know, I love Kenneth. My words had little context, maybe it was a question at the front of my mind. What would become of Kai if we made it to safety? You saw what he did to me. They changed him, he's savage, he'll hurt you. I fell asleep holding Kai's back. It felt right, there was where I needed to be. "What the fuck, Mom. said a female voice, in a deep, breathy whisper. "Why is he still alive. Kai is an innocent victim. An innocent victim. The woman moved closer, bathing her face in the moonlight. It was Becca, she was older, maybe in her thirties, wearing camo-gear and a pack. She reached her arm back and pulled out a live rabbit. It was a calm creature, like someone's pet. "Sometimes innocent victims need to die so others can live. she snapped the rabbit's neck with her bare hands. "For tomorrow's breakfast. I awoke to the morning sun and one very dead rabbit. I don't know what to do. I still have my cell phone and I'm typing this out while Kai and Kenneth sleep. I just feel so stuck, the only 'help' I have is already in this cabin. There's no one else. I think the best course of action would be to head south, towards France. Hopefully, my cellphone will still work. I can only assume I'm racking up a massive amount of roaming charges. next.
I also posted this to r/creepypasta, wanted to share it here too. As an atheist, Id always imagined that when my life ended it would be as if the universe had flipped my switch to the “off” position. Senses, emotions, etc. all blinking to nothingness and silence, like I had never existed at all. This assumption couldnt have been further from the truth. The first thing I noticed when I looked around was that this place looked very much like a doctors office; but at the same time… very different. The room was divided into three sections. In the center was the widest of them. It had red carpet, one half looking brand new. The other half looked as though someone had set it on fire, then put it out again by stamping and smearing the ash everywhere. We stood in this area, a throng of at least a hundred, cordoned off on either side by ancient movie theater rope. At the front was a reception window with three rows. The cordon opened at the top of each side, where there were five office desks, at which sat expressionless assistants mindlessly typing away at their computers. Where the hell am I? I wondered. The closest person to me looked like a business-man of some sort. He wore an expensive blue shirt with that stupid white collar, black slacks, and fancy shoes he probably made his servants polish three times a fucking day. He was frowning and messing with his iPhone like he was trying to get reception. “Hey man, where are—? ” I started to ask. “Screw off. ” He interjected, pushing me with his shoulder as he shuffled away. Never even looked up from his damn phone. I scanned the crowd to discover this weird mixed bag of Wall Street guys and what I thought might be a church group. They gave that missionary vibe, a few of them holding those tiny copies of the New Testament. There were only a few of us “average joes” huddled toward the back of the two larger groups. Everyone seemed emotionally dead. I caught a few of those smirks though, the ones that tell you which individuals view themselves as superior; or that I was gross, or maybe both of these. Whatever, I know I dress like a hippy, but I aint nasty or dumb. Pricks. I remember thinking. At any rate, I didnt see anyone talking to me anytime soon. And based on the volume of us corralled, Id be there awhile. Glancing over at the nearest assistant- if thats what the fuck they were called- I saw she was free and inquired, “Excuse me, can you tell me where I am? ” Nothing. “Name? Location? Anything at all, if you dont mind that is. ” My sarcastic side leaked through on that last bit, which I expected her to get irritated at like most people I cross paths with. But she didnt. There was only silence. I didnt think this place could be anything like purgatory, or limbo. Quietly, I resigned myself to waiting out this mass of dimwits before getting to any concrete information. Thats when, from close behind me, I heard, “Hey. Whats your name? ” I turned to see a skinny kid with long brown dreadlocks smiling at me. He wore a dingy t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a worn-out pair of Converse. My kind of people. “Hi. Im Maura. Whats yours? ” “Ned, ” he replied, saying, “You look like you could use a smoke. ” He produced a pack of Marlboro Reds, offering one and lighting another for himself. No one called him out, so I bummed his lighter and followed suit. I took a long draw, that familiar sweet, but biting sensation of the nicotine flooding my lungs. “Weird how we can still feel shit, huh? ” I nodded and took another hit. Then I repeated the question, “So do you know where the hell we are? ” He exhaled, laughing under his breath as he answered, “Cant you tell? ” He took another puff, raising his eyes to look around the room, “Were in the fucking waiting room. ” For the first time, I noticed that the motif of the rest of the room was very much like that of the carpet. The right side was totally new and clean. The left, while not badly burned like the floor, had no doubt seen better days. The white walls and beige trim were cracked, peeling, and faded as was the tile on the floor. The appearance of the assistants differed greatly as well. Though both sides wore white outfits with beige cardigans, the men and women to the right were crisp in appearance. As if someone had 3D copied them from a 50s edition of Good Housekeeping, crisp. While on the left… Well, to be honest it was as though a building had just collapsed on them and they had gone straight back to work. Their clothes were tattered, covered in debris. They were completely disheveled in general. A few people even had wounds dripping blood everywhere. Yet still, they tap, tap, tapped away at their keyboards. Who got sent where was pretty obvious from this set-up. I shuddered at the concept of this being reality, trying to hit my cigarette again. It had burned down, though, so I looked at Ned and inquired if he would mind donating another. He told me no problem, and found the ones wed removed to have reappeared. “Damn, ” we both breathed. We lit up again and took a few more hits before he looked at me and asked, “So what happened to you? ” I thought as hard as I could, “Well, its really blurry; it happened so fast. But… I think it was a car wreck, like I crazy flipped. Im just fucking glad it was quick. ” I laughed and shot the question back at him, noticing his smile break slightly. His jaw tensed for a moment before he said, “I over-dosed. ” My empathy meter shot through the roof, “Shit, Im sorry man. I had an accidental myself once. ” “Nah”, he said, “It wasnt like that. I fired up enough heroin to kill a horse. Knew exactly what I was doing. ” He looked directly into my eyes, all light-heartedness having dispersed. “I never believed in heaven, hell… any of that bullshit. I was tired, just couldnt handle it out there anymore. You know? I wanted… quiet. But since Im here now, Im pretty sure wherever the fuck I wind up wont be any place peaceful at all. ” I knew exactly what he meant, or at least related to those thoughts. Id often longed for that quiet myself, in my own morbid fantasies. Ned was solemn for a few minutes, then we struck up our conversation again. We continued talking like that until we felt as though eons had passed, and we fell back to silence like those around us. Eventually, the majority of the snobbish groups wound up on the left. On the other hand, some people even I would have expected to go that way were sent to the right instead. That gave me hope for Ned and me, at least. It wasnt long before he came to the middle line, which Id ascertained was the check-in point. There his name would be taken, and they would ping him in his direction. Then he would receive an index card (of whose purpose I was unaware) and he would be off to whatever great beyond awaited him. He stepped to the window. then to the left. My heart sank for him. As he approached the first empty desk I could tell he was doing his best to remain staunch, disciplined, accepting of his fate. I could see the internal terror behind his eyes, however, at whatever destiny that might entail. Just as he lowered his ass into the wretched chair, a phone rang loudly behind the left front window. The woman snatched it tersely from the receiver, listened for a moment, then slammed it back down without speaking a word. She motioned for Ned to return, where he gratefully returned his index card and swiftly made his way across to the righthand side of the waiting area. I could have leapt with joy for the poor guy as I hoped that didnt happen to me (even though hed been the only one this occurred with. I thought I saw tears running down his cheeks, and the biggest smile was on his face. Being next, I stepped up to the center aisle window. The woman behind the glass looked confused when she saw my face, frantically typing away and searching through a tall filing cabinet which stood a few feet behind her. I guess she couldnt find me in the system. She turned back, exasperatedly threw her hands into the air, and exclaimed, “What the fuck are you even doing here, Addison? ” I was both shocked and amused, but before I could react she punched a button somewhere above her head and told me to come back later. Much later. The floor began to shake violently. I almost shouted, thinking it was an earthquake. Then I realized it was a strong, steady vibration that seemed to come from all around. Suddenly the ceiling parted, a blinding white glow enveloping me in a searing wave of heat. Everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a hospital bed. My parents were there. I asked them what happened, but they were hysterical. I had no idea why. Later I got the full scoop from my doctor, who informed me that Id been in a crash involving myself and multiple other vehicles. Having suffered critical injuries, I lapsed into a coma. I had remained so for the next six months. None of the doctors believed I would wake up at all. My parents had felt it selfish to keep me there for themselves, and had decided to let me go. But when they pulled the plug, and turned off all the machines… I took a sharp gasp and within moments woke up. I wont bore you with details of my arduous recovery. I just had to get this out in hopes of sharing it with, well, anyone who might believe it really. And best of luck by the way, when you find yourself in the waiting room.
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Title: Sebastian Stan Me: Click. Full movie blind eyes opened without. (Note: I already posted this but I didn't format it like an idiot, and used a wrong title. Here's a better formatted one. Strap in boys this'll be a long one. Four pages worth of stuff long. So at first I thought people thinking Goku is a horrible person/dad was just a meme but there are apparently many people out there that really do believe this. I don't know if it's a vocal minority or just a lot of people but I've been watching DB and DBZ clips for nostalgia's sake and a lot of people in the comments mention or least seriously defend that opinion. I 100% disagree and I'll do my best to try and get the point across to those who think Goku is a bad guy/father. For one the whole "Goku is just a selfish person and nothing more" thing from Toriyama doesn't really hold up to the countless times he's done things for others with no personal gain of his own (I'll list them off later. I respect Toriyama a lot but damn does he have some dumbass shit to say sometimes. I won't pretend to know more than the creator of the damn series but we know it's a bad habit of Toriyama; to muster up something 30 years after the end of Dragonballs serialization, something as central as Gokus disposition, even if everything in the manga or past statements from Toriyama himself contradict it to try and add more depth to the story when all it does is dumb it down, and I think it's clear that DBS Goku is not the same person as DB and DBZ Goku not even comparing him to the overly righteous Funimation version. I know Toriyama never intended for Goku to be a righteous, moral good type from the beginning, but he was never a muscle-head looking for some schmucks to fight and nothing more. He was a flawed hero, no Superman but still a very kind, caring and gentle person that loves the thrill of the fight. From here I'll only discuss how pre-DBS Goku is not what Toriyama describes him as. Goku is not selfish, he just doesn't think things through. Goku can do things for his own gain, I'm not denying that, but even then it's never malicious, and it only ever is temporarily after he goes Super Saiyan, the transformation that essentially programs you to get violent, for the first time yet his compassionate nature wins out in the end when he sees Frieza begging. And before you say it he didn't spare him to fight him again; that was Vegeta and Piccolo who I'll get to in a moment. He let Frieza power up when he was on his SSJ violent streak because he wanted to humiliate him at his maximum power and avenge Krillin, knowing that living with the knowledge that he was beaten by someone, a Saiyan nonetheless, is the worse thing that could happen to Frieza, and Goku admitted to that outright. He then backs out of the fight after dominating because he had achieved his goal of humiliating Frieza, basically tells him to fuck off and never show his face to him again then promptly leaves. Of course Frieza does his disk shenanigans, gets cut in half and begs for his life. Goku didn't want to give him energy at first because he knew Frieza had killed countless people that were begging the same way he was now, but his compassionate nature gave in and he essentially saved the life of the person he hated the most, just out of the kindness of his heart. Any rational person would recognize that Frieza will never change; and Goku realizes this when Frieza attacks him again, then he kills him reluctantly; Goku still doesn't think things through even in his most heroic of moments, just the same way as he does in his seemingly selfish ones and it only ever dawns on him that he's being too trustworthy after like the seventh time his trust was broken. Funimation played up his "heroicness" like crazy, but he was still a hero through and through, and this was directly from the manga. All the others he spares he spares because of this bad decision making, his love for fighting and, most importantly, his confidence in his abilities; He didn't want Piccolo to die from his wounds so Kami won't die, but he also wants to have a sparring partner so he gives him a senzu. Goku isn't worried at all because he has full confidence in his abilities, so if Piccolo tries anything, he knows he'll beat him "As strong as you become Piccolo. I'll always be one step ahead of you. Same exact thing with Vegeta "Next time I'll beat him. I know it's not logical but I beg of you" talking to Krillin) if he ever comes back, Goku is confident he will defeat him so no one will get hurt and he'll have another great fight; win-win. Of course the risks of sparing a tyrant killer are a lot more complex than that, but complex is not what Goku is; he is good and pure hearted, battle crazy and simple minded; practical and takes everything at face value. That's been the entire crutch of his character since his introduction. This would make Goku naive and irrational but never a bad or uncaring person, because he doesn't do anything with malicious intent unless he's forced to or when defending himself and others; and any harm done by him to others is purely unintentional. That is what being pure of heart means and is his most prominent characteristic, he wouldn't be pure of heart if he acknowledged the fact that innocents could get hurt and just didn't bother for the sake of fighting. Goku might not be as blatantly heroic as Gohan for example, as in he wouldn't fly around looking for bad guys to defeat even though he's more than capable; because he doesn't see himself as a savior, he sees himself as a fighter; it's why Goku refuses Kamis offer to become the guardian of the Earth, an offer that any savior would accept, but he doesn't view himself that way; he's no Superman. Does that make him a bad person? Not at all, if anything that makes him too good; he essentially sticks his neck out for anyone in need when he doesn't have to and is more than ready to risk his life or actually sacrifice it for the ones he's protecting as he's done many times before. The thing is though, in the times when Goku thinks irrationally and makes bad decisions, when he realizes he's being a dumbass, he immediately rethinks everything, gets serious and fixes his mess, with the most prominent example being his sacrifice for Gohan and the world after realizing that his son is not a fighter which was a character changing moment for the usually static Goku. All his "selfish" moments go back to this irrationality, even giving Cell the senzu bean; Gohan is the only one who can beat Cell if he gets angry, Cell has to be strong to push him to the limit, I'll give him a senzu, and there's Gokus thought process. He doesn't realize the tons of things he presupposes or miscalculates including Gohans dislike for fighting. He was doing it to prepare Gohan for future threats and because he knew he was the only one who could beat Cell, he just doesn't understand that not everyone loves fighting like he does (It's good to remember that he's only ever had friends who were or still are fighters or adventurers, so he immediately assumed Gohan was the same because he was fighting with them since the beginning he even told Piccolo this directly. Its only when Piccolo, who is both wiser and far more logical than Goku, breaks it to him that he realizes what he's doing. If Goku was so uncaring he would've left Gohan to his own devices for the "fair fight" but he doesn't, he asks Krillin for a senzu and was gonna charge in to help even if that meant losing the last hope for Cell's defeat, Gohan ascending, just because he didn't want his son to think he was leaving him to die. Of course the Cell Jrs stopped him from doing so but that doesn't undermine that he was about to risk the sole thing that could beat Cell for Gohan. His plan worked out in the end which only makes Goku more deserving of the title of hero if anything. Him staying in the afterlife is also widely seen as a selfish moment, when it's stated directly that him staying only brings more danger to the Earth, which is a fair and true point. Some people say that he's just lying and that all he wants is to fight the strong guys in Otherworld because he tells the guys on Earth to not be sad and that there's plenty of fighters in Otherworld for him to fight. For one that's some conspiracy theory level stuff; Goku said why he was doing it, the narrator said why he was doing it and everyone understood why he was doing it; he doesn't want more villains to endanger Earth, so why shouldn't we believe what Goku was saying when he's a character that has literally never lied up to that point after appearing in like 400 manga chapters and has clear and explained reasons why he won't come back? Secondly, the comment about him having other fighters in Otherworld was just a comforting phrase for the others, a "Don't worry about me" basically and nothing more, I don't see why that could be an ulterior motive for him to leave everything he cares for behind when, thirdly, his son is literally the strongest being in the universe at that point in canon; if he wanted to go where the strongest fighters where, there isn't any place better than Earth and there were no two doubts about it (at the time of course. If we're gonna go with the argument that Goku just wants to go where the strongest fighters are, then him leaving is an even bigger sacrifice than explained in the manga if anything. Goku has stated that training future generations was both to protect Earth and fight them when they're fully realized, so after Gohan fully realizes his potential Goku leaves for the safety of the Earth and his loved ones when there was no better sparring partner than his own son, yet people still see it as a selfish moment. Another point of contention is "Why didn't Goku contact his friends and family when he was in Otherworld during the 7 years of peace. Well if you want the meta answer, it's that Toriyama was planning on getting Goku out for good and leaving everything else to Gohan so he essentially needed to wipe his presence completely from the story (he didn't even show up in the original Buu saga opening. For a real answer though, It is heavily implied that contact between the normal world and Otherworld is only reserved for extreme situations and is not something you do or should do regularly at all; you don't see King Kai calling Goku, or anyone for that matter, except in dire moments where the universe was at stake, which it was for all of Z, except for the 7 years of peace. Goku wanting to fight the androids rather than destroying them before they show up also falls in line with his poor decisions. Plus every fighter there wanted a shot at the androids because they all enjoyed fighting. The thing is when Gero started blowing up buildings with his eye lasers Goku was shocked and really mad. Goku. what did you think was gonna happen? Did he really just let monster androids loose without thinking of the possibility that they might harm others? YES. Not evil, but naive and illogical. People frame this and a lot of his other infamous "selfish" moments as him knowing and acknowledging that others will be harmed but just not minding it because he'll get a good fight out of it which is more than a little OOC for someone like Goku. He's a guy that gets mad at the thought of innocents getting harmed, seen when he got angry when he heard the army was trying to attack Cell through the radio which pushed him to go find another Namekian so he can revive them with new Dragonballs, and that's just one example, there are still a ton more that I will list at the end of the post. I think the best way to describe these selfish moments as being reckless but still well meaning. Sure he gets to fight others but if he sees others getting harmed he draws the line and gets serious. A reckless hero is still a hero nonetheless. The fact that Toriyama thinks Goku fights others just for the fight and nothing else is really baffling to me. Sure Goku does do that sometimes but it's far from the only reason he fights, seen with Frieza, Tambourine, King Piccolo, The RR Army, Baba's minions hell even Cell and Buu; Fighting Cell was to show Gohan Cell's fighting style and to prove to him that he can't rely on his dad because he was fighting at full power and still couldn't beat Cell (This isn't head-canon by the way, he said it in the manga) And Buu he only fought him to buy time and didn't further engage, although he wanted to, because he wanted to train the future generations to start protecting Earth. If he was just "fight fight food" guy he would've fought him all out right then and there. The "Piccolo cares more for Gohan" stuff we've already kind of debunked, as Goku was either dead to save the world from someone or on his way to help when Gohan was in trouble. Goku and Piccolo's argument when Gohan was getting beat up by Cell was logical not emotional; In terms of caring for Gohan; they both do equally, but in terms of emotional as well as general intelligence, Piccolo easily takes the win. As soon as Goku realizes, he's just as taken aback and prepares to charge in. We can all agree that Goku cares a lot for his sons; when he was absent he was either training to save the world or protecting it from other threats and whenever he is around he's always caring and good to them but stern and fatherly when shit hit the fan. Vegeta learns to be like this in like the third act of the Buu saga so it's weird that people consider him a good father when he was essentially still a villain/anti-villain for the first 8 years of his kids life and knowingly put Bulma and Trunks in danger in the Cell arc unlike Goku whose presence in Earth just attracted dangers because of his achievements. Goku being a bad father is debatable; I'm on the side that he is a good father, considering what he was going through and the sacrifices he made for his sons and family, but I won't deny that he does things that are negative to his family unintentionally, even in those cases though, it was always for a greater good; saving the Earth level of greater good. The fact that he enjoys the process that is used to protect the Earth doesn't undermine the reason why he does it, and he gives up fighting for the sake of others many times before, just like he did when he stayed in Otherworld or when he backed down against Cell and Buu when he always tries to see a fight through to the end. Plus he has so many tender moments with his kids and always gets along with them to the point where its hard to call him bad, just very very busy in some really important stuff: Training with Gohan in the world of the Kais, meeting Goten, saying goodbye to Goten, the hug he shares with Gohan after he unleashes his potential, his interactions with Pan, his time with Gohan in the time chamber, the days before the Cell Games and so on. When Toriyama says Goku views his family as "companions" while Vegeta doesn't, he means Goku values their individuality while Vegeta values their unity. A good example is when Goten and Trunks fight in the tournament; When Goten cheats, Vegeta gets mad at Goku saying his son is fighting unfairly, but Goku goes don't look at me this was Goten's doing. For Vegeta, when Goten cheats, the whole Son family cheats, while for Goku every member of his family is his own individual. They're two very different yet completely valid methods of parenting, and both Goku and Vegeta sometimes take their parenting methods to their extremes, to the point where Vegeta would be angry at Trunks for losing a fight and taking it as a hit to his personal pride while Goku would sometimes seem not as attached as he should be, however both of them usually pull through and act as good parents to their children in the end. Gokus strength as a character are also his flaws and it's sad to see that many portrayals of him flanderize one side of him and forget the other; Back in the 90's people thought he was Superman, now people think he's evil which are both incorrect. I'll list off some moments that show Goku has always been a good person: We already talked at length about this but, sparing Frieza, one of his kindest acts Burying Vegeta after his death Just the fact that he achieved SSJ because of Krillins death shows how much he cares. SSJ was unachievable back then and Goku was never this angry Except for that earlier time where he was in a blind rage after Krillins first death and almost got himself killed Saving Eighter from the Red Ribbon Army Stopping Kami from killing himself and Piccolo Demolishing a military base for Snow after she saves him from freezing Giving up the four star ball (which meant the world to him by the way) that he'd spent months searching for to revive Upas father Rescuing Launch (not knowing of her double life) Sacrificing himself for Gohan against Radditz. As soon as he saw Radditz readying to kill Gohan he jumped him (with broken ribs by the way) then held him in place long enough for Piccolo to charge. If that wasn't painful enough he still got Piccolo's attack busting through his chest seconds after. You know that shit hurt, all for Gohan though Beating the entirety of the Red Ribbon Army and Baba's minions for Upa As we mentioned, his sacrifice against Cell. Another one of his most noble moments Of course how angry he got when he was facing off against Nappa Stopping Oolong from kidnapping girls I won't be able to list how many times he randomly helped people in Dragonball but yeah a lot more of that Sharing his knowledge of The Hyperbolic Time Chamber with Vegeta and Trunks Urging Gohan to kill Cell after he transformed. Goku used to take things seriously a lot more in Z Him meeting Goten when first arriving and his moment with him when going back to Otherworld which is just as sweet Goku urging Vegeta to fuse. He wasn't there for a one on one, he wanted to kill Buu Sparing the entirety of the Ginyu Force "I will not let you destroy my world. No explanation needed. You all know how good that scene was. (When I mention anything in BoG, I mean the movie rendition not the Super one. It is still a DBZ movie after all and Gokus character was still somewhat intact) Goku remembering his family and friends was what made him re-unlock SSG against Beerus Goku getting really mad after hearing about Cell killing soldiers Goku getting really mad after Majin Vegeta kills the spectators to the point of threatening Supreme Kai if he gets in his way of stopping him. That's how much he cares for the people on Earth Goku egging Krillin on when fighting the monks from his temple Goku offering Nam a piece of chicken after noticing how hungry he was Super also has some moments of the kind hearted Goku that kinda got lost through a lot of its seasons: mainly going ballistic on Black for killing Chichi and Goten in another timeline and crying tears of joy after reviving Master Roshi. Also his moments with Pan Refusing Whis' offer to become a god of destruction The time he spent with Gohan and Chichi after exiting the time chamber He still is a strong believer that people can change at heart. It's part of why he spares his enemies because he trusts their rivalry would force them to change. While not the only motive it still is very prominent to his character And that's just off of the top of my head. I know there's tons more than this. Goku, by being a very simple minded and humble character, has so much layers to him that it's understandable why many would wrongly characterize him, but no matter how funny it might be to think about it, Goku is not a bad guy, at least to me. He's a flawed hero, but a hero is still a hero and he's done more than his fair share to prove his caring and gentle nature. Funimation overplayed his cheesy heroic traits, but now Super is undermining it extensively and overplaying his love for battle. I'll now go lament the hour that I lost writing this post that will drown in New. Pray for me.
MARCH 7TH, 2011 THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CAME ACROSS AN ABANDONED SHACK IN THE COUNTRYSIDE OF FLORIDA AND HAPPENED UPON SOMETHING STRANGE. A JOURNAL WRITTEN BY ONE JAKE ROGERS, A MYSTERIOUS PERSON DEEMED MISSING AND WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN. AUGUST 3RD, 2012 THIS JOURNAL HAS BEEN DOCUMENTED BY THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND HAS BEEN DEEMED CLASSIFIED BY THE GOVERNMENT TO NOT BE SHARED UNTIL A SPECIFIED DATE. ALL INFORMATION IS A JOURNAL BY ONE JAKE ROGERS, A NOW RETIRED DOCTOR, WHOM'S WHEREABOUTS CONTINUE TO GO UNKNOWN DESPITE HEAVY SEARCHING. JANUARY 6TH, 2014 FURTHER ATTEMPTS TO LOCATE AND QUESTION JAKE ROGERS HAVE ENDED IN FAILURE, IT SEEMS HE AND HIS COMPANIONS REFUSE TO SHOW THEMSELVES AND CONTINUE TO MOVE AROUND, EVADING AUTHORITIES AT ALL COSTS. REPORT ADDED TO DATA BANKS. NOVEMBER 11TH, 2015 JOURNAL OF A ONE JAKE ROGERS HAS BEEN DEEMED UNCLASSIFIED, AND CAN NOW BE FOUND IN PUBLIC DOCUMENTS. VIEWERS BE ADVISED, WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS DISTURBING. [JOURNAL ENTRY 1 - VACATION BEGINS, STRANGE DISAPPEARANCES] Long trips had always been fun to us, we worked rather draining jobs so when we decided on our next vacation, we were excited about it. I and my wife had originally planned a trip to one of the more common beaches in the Bahamas or Florida, but we decided on a much more secluded place to be away from the masses. We're both a bit on the antisocial side. Public resorts and beaches tend to give us anxiety. We were content as we got the trip for an exceptionally good deal. We planned to leave sometime during July before it got too hot in August, but some issues with the family cropped up and we had to reschedule by a week. This was annoying but manageable, as we were planning to be gone at least 2 months. At first, we were worried we wouldn't have a view of the water but soon we learned that the place recently got renovated and had a brand new inn made for people seeking the more eye-candy getaways. This was the main reason we chose this place. Because of where I and my wife lived we had to take a flight there, it was cheaper than driving the entire distance as gas prices here easily skyrocket to stupid levels, and is despised by our family with the most white-hot of passions. Before leaving, we left our two kids with their grandparents and told them when we'd be back, saying our goodbyes as our kids had puppy eyes begging us not to leave. Now. I wish we had listened to them, for I fear we will never get to see them or our kin again. The journey to the airport itself was the most stressful part of the trip, as going through customs always ends with people thinking I was a damn suicide bomber or something. I'm sure most people wouldn't know what I mean but, you always have to be scanned for metallic objects and dangerous chemicals before you can even board the plane itself, which can also take forever especially if the airport is crowded. Unfortunately, we were packed so tight, there was barely a foot between us all. A good thirty minutes passed and we were finally allowed to board our plane. For those of you who are unaware, this is a private 3-man plane which consists of me, my wife, and the Pilot. So you can guess it isn't that big. It's just big enough to fit us and our carriage in the storage compartment in the back. A private plane is always a better option, but of course, he only charged 250 for the trip to the airport near our location of interest. While on the way, we decided to chat a little bit to pass the time. The pilot asked us, So, where are you lovely folks off to. To which I responded in kind, We work stressful jobs so we have planned a 2-month trip to a secluded beach. I replied, to which my wife said, Indeed, we got it for a fair price too, didn't we hun. She said with her cute accent, to which I spoke, Indeed we did, I'm very grateful to whom gave us this location. I replied back, as the pilot exclaimed, I hope you two have a lovely time! You'll likely see me again in two months to take you back. He said cheerfully, as I replied, Thanks! We appreciate it. The rest of the trip was silent, with me and my wife on Facebook, talking to our family while on the flight. For some context, my wife was a nurse, and I was a doctor. We both made a very hefty sum of 335, 000 a year combined because of our field of work, which enabled us to live very comfortably with our small family and we never went overboard with houses or vehicles. But, we had state-of-the-art phones that could maintain a long battery charge and a hefty internet connection to boot, they were good. Around 3 hours of flight, the pilot notified us we were close to our landing zone. 30 minutes later we were already down, unpacked, and on our way to a transit bus waiting to pick us up that we scheduled during the payment process. It came the trip since the Inn owned its own small transit section for buses to pick people up. They're small, but they get the job done. Fast and easy, just how we prefer it. From there on it was very simple to pack up our stuff on the bus, and make our way to Sebastian Inlet. While on the way to our destination, the surrounding thick brush and dark green trees provided very pleasant eye-candy. It was very beautiful, and since it was a breezy day the trees, thickets, and brush waved harmoniously in the breeze. Once arriving at the Inn we parked at Sector 24. To explain what that is, the Inn has 25 reserved spots at maximum for long-term reserved vacations as the Inn only sports 25 rooms, a large dining room, and a beautiful mounted deck out back to climb up to. The deck itself sports lounging chairs, umbrellas, the ability to order drinks and small snacks, as well as a plate-load of activities ranging from massages to mini-games, to dartboards. Inside the Inn is where the majority of the fun happens, serving up rare and exotic dishes from all around the world with many talented cooks and waitresses. Our first day was precise as most would expect. We sat down, had a meal or two, and indulged in some of the delicious, exotic deserts they had to offer us. Unfortunately, we weren't able to spend much time in the Inn dining area on the first day as we had spent most of the day traveling, and we were frankly very tired. We decided the next thing we could do before heading back to our room is to play a few mini-games, like beanbag toss for example. I and my wife were up against another couple, and we scored top by beating the opposing couple by a good 23-12. Back home we love playing this game as a pass time so we're both very adept at it. It was 8:30 when everyone decided to turn in, so I and my wife followed suit. A waiter stopped us and told us that our room was Room 24, the same corresponding number as our parking spot outside. I thanked the waiter for letting us know as we were really tired and ready to turn in. I wrapped my arm around my wife and we both walked casually down the aisle, sharing our opinions on the trip thus far. We knew after the first day it was gonna be awesome, but, we'd soon learn that we were very wrong. How could we have been so blind? It was obvious by the low payment on this trip that something would go wrong. No use in bickering over it now. Not two days after arriving at our vacation spot in Sebastian Inlet, Florida, we started to notice some. strange happenings. It was very apparent by the circumstances that were unfolding right before our very eyes. We grew nervous. Unable to focus and even worse still, we felt so isolated. So disconnected from the world we had left behind. Around 5 hours after falling asleep, roughly 2 A. M., we noticed some strange noises coming from way down the hall. It was... Muffled, to say the least. We didn't think much of it of course after all most couples come here to get away but also to have a little fun without their kids around to hear or intervene. It felt like 10 minutes or so, and the sounds finally stopped. Before long we were back asleep, not thinking much of it of course. The next morning we decided to head out for coffee. The morning sun peeled through the blinds in our bedroom window. I rose out of bed, greeting the new day with a fresh smile and decided to let my wife sleep for a bit longer. She deserved it given how hard she works. I left her a note telling her I went to get some coffee for us both. Upon leaving the dorm room I hooked a right turn and made my way back down the aisle we had traveled down the night before. The rooms were numbered from 1 to 25, the last room, 25, is the one to our left. Room 25 was empty as no one had supposedly taken up that spot in the Inn. It didn't cross my mind once more after that. As I made my way down the aisle, I noticed room 1 at the very end was vacant. This wasn't right, I knew there was someone in that room last night. Where could they have gone? I pondered on it and concluded that perhaps they only registered one night and were locals. I continued to the dining room to grab some coffee, it was free with the trip, mind you. After that, I made my way down the aisle again, back to my dorm room. By the time I made it back, she was awake, washing her face with warm water. I could never get over how gorgeous she was even without makeup. Her long, black hair dangling over her shorts and those deep blue eyes. I then had the idea to document the entire trip in a small journal I happened to bring along with us that I was uncertain would have any use, now, of course, I'm glad I decided to bring it with us. I walked over to my wife, handed her the cup of coffee I got for her and sipped on mine, How'd you sleep love. She asked, I slept alright hun, what about you. I replied, to which she responded, That's good. Did you notice anything last night? Any sounds. she said lowly. "Yea. The people in room 1 decided to vacate last night. I responded. She nodded in understanding, and we took it off our minds. The rest of the day we continued as normal, enjoying the delights of the Inn. We were finally allowed to go out on the beach since our schedule was now cleaned up and ready for a long 2 months relaxation of no responsibilities. As adults, being rich enough to enjoy freedom like this now and then is a very good blessing. However, we've always been considerate of others in life, helping when and wherever we could. Not everyone is blessed with being able to go on trips like us, and we try our best to be as humble as possible to those around us. We even live in a basic home. The beach was clean, warm and relaxing. We spent a good 4 or so hours out there doing typical stuff, such as sunbathing, walking up and down the beach with fingers interlocked together, swimming in the low tides, sitting under an umbrella and drinking a beer or two. But after that, we decided to head back inside and spend the rest of the day doing exactly what we did before. Talking to the nice folds around, enjoying a good meal and some mini-games, and dancing the day away in bliss. By the time 10 PM rolled around, I told my wife I was tried, and she was as well. We said goodbye to the others in our group and got up, making our way slowly down the corridor once again to our room. As we passed by room 1 I gave it a curious stare and wondered why they'd leave so soon, a place like this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience for most people who can afford it. As we passed I shook my head and continued, holding my wife close to me as we slid slowly down the aisle, eyes very heavy. We were soon dead asleep, and before long we heard everyone else following suit, returning to their respective dorm rooms. All was good until 2 AM yet again, shuffling, people leaving, muffled voices in the distance. What the heck? Again? By now I was starting to get worried. Why would people be coming and going so quickly when the place only takes reservations for longer than a week at the least? The next morning, I pondered it. Once again not saying a word to my wife about it, my worry growing. Could something paranormal be going on here? I've never been an avid believer in ghost stories and horror movies, merely believing them to be nothing more the entertainment. I wrote it off as just people being pricks at first, thinking it would end. It did not. More nights passed, and every night someone was taken. One by one the rooms were emptied, the place quickly becoming vacant. What was worse, was that the staff were growing more and more... mysterious. I couldn't stop my worry. 10 days passed, and every night someone was taken. It never stopped, and by the time night 24 rolled around, we soon learned why people were disappearing. On the 24th night, we were the only ones left in the Inn. My questions combined with my restlessness put worry in my wife's heart. I tried speaking with anyone to find out what was going on. None of the staff replied. It was almost as if I was not even there to them. They remained silent as statues, going on about work as if we never existed. I had tried canceling the trip, but none of the staff would respond to us. See this Inn trip can only be canceled by signing out through the Inn's manager, who was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he was busy elsewhere? But no, this is his job. He's supposed to be here at all times during the weekdays. If we tried to leave without consulting the Manager then the contract we signed to take this trip would be revoked and give them the right to take us to court. I was stupid to believe it would all be fine. That night, we slept like rocks. But soon, I heard rustling down the aisle. Perhaps my wife had got up to go get a drink? I sleepily looked over, my eyes still heavy and crusty from sleeping to see her beside me still, sound asleep. I shrugged, assuming it was the staff team perhaps cleaning the isles and trying to remain positive about things no matter how mysterious the circumstances were. I heard nothing from that point on, but by the time 2 AM rolled around again is where we learned the truth. The door was slammed open quick as a flash, startling me and my wife awake, but we didn't have time to react as 2 black figures had rags with chloroform on them, and pressed them against both our faces. I struggled with all my might to be let go but soon passed out. Their speed was so fast it was inhuman. I woke hours later to find me and my wife were both tied up inside a massive cage. We weren't the only ones in the cage. We saw the others whom we thought left, but we were kidnapped. I looked around, and they were all beyond scared, their eyes wide, some crying and some struggling and screaming, begging to be let go. I had never been so terrified in all my life. I felt like a cornered animal at that very moment, and all I could do was give my wife something to lean on. She was terrified and balling her eyes out. I felt the warmth of her tears trickling down my neck as she buried her face into it. I felt so many emotions. Anger, terror, sadness, concern. Helplessness. [JOURNAL ENTRY 2 - IMPRISONMENT AND TRANSPORTATION] The cage we were in, it was unlike any I had seen before. It looked. Alien in origin, completely different from any known material I had ever seen before. As a Doctor, I know a lot about organic tissue. The cage itself was made out of something alive. Everyone else was unable to notice as they didn't know what to look for, but I saw what looked like pores, and some skin-like wrinkles. The texture was slippery and smooth to the touch, I couldn't fully grasp what it was but it felt like an Octopus. Outside the cage looked like a large, conical room. From what I could tell it looked as if we were inside a cone-shaped object, with rounded off ends. It felt like we were moving, and I heard creaking sounds from the object as if something was pushing against it from the outside. We're we. Out at sea? I may enjoy going to the beach, but as far as being in the ocean I despise the thought of being in a void of water to where I could not see the bottom. Could we have been in a submarine? My mind hoped so. To my horror, the sea-sick feeling rolling around in my gut told me otherwise. I look at the walls of the large cone-shaped object we were inside and I grimaced at the sight I saw. From the minimal light in the structure combined with my squinting, I could make out what looked like veins pumping blood all around in many different directions. The color of the thing appeared to be that of deep green, almost black, like seaweed. My eyes looked up and I nearly threw up at what I saw. Tendrils were swishing around on the ceiling, and they were pinkish in coloration. The scary part, however, was the fact they were covered from tip to tip in barbs, and I saw one as clear as day moving down to a cage in the center of the room. I heard echoing screams of terror as the tendril reached into a cage and slammed tight around a person, the voice sounded like a woman, and another a man. I saw blood shoot out from the puncture marks of the barbs and I looked away, throwing up violently. As soon as I recomposed myself I dared to look back, trying to control the intense feeling of horror and helplessness in me, but I couldn't. The tendrils squeezed the woman like an anaconda. I heard bones cracking under the immense force as the tendril then rapidly retreated into the darkness above us. A massive mouth opened up at the top revealing huge teeth, and a nearly endless pit upwards as the tendril threw the corpse of the woman up and proceeded to eat it. I started losing it. I banged on the cage with all my might, screaming, begging to be released from this hell but it was useless. I recoiled and broke down into tears. I could feel my wife trying to comfort me, near losing it herself as I remembered grasping her and hugging her tight. I felt her tears hit my skin once again, it felt awful, we didn't deserve this but it was happening. I looked up, trying to find out more about the place and I saw far more cages then I did originally. My eyes stressing hard against the dark. There must've been at least 100 cages in this large, living organism, each one housing around 50 people each. It was now evident to me that there was 1000's of people trapped in this creature but woe unto us, it was only just starting. More and more people in the center of the room were being eaten, presumably to keep the transport creature sustained while the rest of us were being moved somewhere. I had no idea where we were anymore. I tried looking at my phone but got no signal. We were far away from civilization and I couldn't control my body or my tears. So many people were trying to break the cages to no avail, some were even trying to scale them. It was a horrific sight to behold, and the only solace I and my wife had was that our family was safe at least. I looked up once again and noticed a dim shade of yellow in several places. They looked like glowing sacks of pulsating goo and organs that illuminated most of the top of the structure. I remember looking to my wife at that moment, knowing we would likely not be long for this world. As her eyes met mine I couldn't help but grasp her hands, trying to assure her that we would be okay, that all of this was just some horrible prank and nothing bad was happening. It was hopeless, the reality of our situation soon set in stone and I could feel everyone around us come to acceptance with their fate as over time the screaming stop. People had begun to lose the will to struggle against it. Tendrils picked the ones in the central part of the room off one by one until only a hand full were left. I held my wife, at least somewhat happy she was beside me. Even if we did die there we'd be in each other's arms like many couples in the past, holding hands till death do them part. I could still hear the whimpering and crying from wives here and there, or even the banging on the cages by a few male inmates. Soon, however, something shifted. And everyone felt it. The creature stopped abruptly. But why? We soon realized why. Doors began to open with an organic gurgling sound, 4 of them at different sections of the room. I saw what looked like humanoids, but unlike anything, I ever saw before. Their bodies were made up of a combination of chitin and tendrils, their eyes elevated up on stalks and as alien looked as one could imagine. Their hands looked like lobster claws and their feet were nothing more then tendril-like appendages they used to slide along the floor. Their mouths were circular with jagged, serrated teeth. It looked as if they simply tossed food in and their teeth grinding it up before swallowing. A twisted sight indeed. I heard more gurgling noises like a door to our cage opened. I felt a very painful stinging sensation in my back as I cried out in pain, turning around to see one of the creatures demanding us to get up in a language I didn't understand. We were soon rounded up like cattle and forced to walk in an orderly line out of the cage. The creatures appeared armed with tendrils used to whip disobeying slaves into submission to do as they told, and at certain times both me and my wife felt them. It felt like pins and needles tearing at my flesh as blood trickled down the wounds. We exited the conical-shaped living prison and my eyes widened. We were indeed in the ocean, and it was so dark outside I couldn't see a thing. We were in a tube made of what looked like a form of glass and once again a living, breathing entity. It looked like one of those walkways underwater you'd see in popular aquariums. I heard what sounded like a slow beating heartbeat down the aisle as we were escorted by the alien-looking monsters. The isles themselves appeared to stand 15 feet tall with yellow, glowing orbs of light like before, all connecting to one central, massive dome at the center. From where I stood it looked upwards of 25 miles wide from all 4 corners, like an alien dome housing a city made of flesh. It was all dark green with disgusting, wriggling creatures on them that I'd only describe in a horror film if I happened to be a director. But this was far from a film, it was real. Outside the domes I saw massive glowing orbs being held in place by massive, moving tendrils that illuminated the entire sea in the region. I heard a low growling from the living structures as they towered like Kaijus around us. As we reached the end of the tunnel we saw the massive living city up close, with 10, 000's or 100, 000's of them. Creatures as far as the eye could see. I didn't have enough time to take it in as I felt my wife being pulled away from me, I looked overhearing her screaming my name and crying as a creature tried to break us up, it's strength winning over mine as I screamed out and cried back, 2 other creatures coming to restrain me as I tried to stop them from taking her. More creatures separated the other women from the men as they took her to a room I could not see into. Us men were moved elsewhere. We were lead, most of us in tears and unable to fight back, down into what looked like a cavern. The creatures forced a form of pick-ax into our hands and forced us to start digging new areas down into the ground for what must've been breeding grounds for these things. We worked for what felt like hours before being allowed to leave to take a break, given a tiny dorm room to recuperate in. In the distance I heard women screaming, and what sounded like clapping noises. My heart sank deep. [JOURNAL ENTRY 3 - TRAGEDY] I knew I had to escape somehow. But how would I? And how could I possibly get out of here with my wife without being noticed? I didn't even know entirely where my wife was. I had a rough idea of where she would be, but that's barely anything to go on. While on break I looked around my cell. For some reason, they gave me everything needed to relax, but other then that, it was beyond depressing. The fact I was imprisoned miles beneath the waves in a place I never knew existed was haunting. I started remembering things my dad taught me. He's dead now of course, but I am certainly glad I learned strategic things and combat abilities from him. As for my mom, she was also in the military, as a computer hacker and communications officer. Between the two of them, I learned a lot. I was able to secretly fashion a lock pick out of things in the room and during the nights I would use what I made to sneak out and look around. The creatures slept like normal humans, and most slept in strange pods. The pods themselves were organic just like everything else, and very few things were made of metal or other alloys. My guess is certain organic tissue is very durable against the stress of the ocean. As far as technology goes they seemed to be just as advanced, if not more so, then us humans. On the first night, I simply walked around cautiously. The few guards that were stationed were pretty much unable to see well in the dark, so I could use that to my advantage. They took a liking to dark environments. Not only that, they didn't have eyes. They had sensory organs I could evade rather simply. While looking around I wasn't able to find much of interest, so I ended up heading back to my room and pretending I did not escape. I didn't see any cameras or security recordings so that wasn't an issue. I guess they wouldn't expect someone to be able to escape their confinements so easily. The next day, we were sent back to work and by the time I got back, my muscles ached. But I couldn't stop. I needed to find a way to escape and possibly get as many out with me as I could. But above all else, I had to find my wife. The next night I cautiously broke out of my cell again and explored some more. I was able to learn a lot about the anatomy of the buildings by observing them with my clinical teachings. As a doctor, you're supposed to know these things. The buildings may have been organic, but they still functioned like modern tech, showing a technological and biological connection. This would cause several breakthroughs for humanity as a whole, but I wouldn't be able to backward-engineer such accomplishments in such a short period, nor did I even have the means to bring them back with me. On the same night, I learned that the creatures have smaller submarines lined up in aisle that you crawl into. I was able to figure out how they worked, and over a week I told everyone near me how to operate them. They all gave me their best wishes on discovering more. On the 8th day, my muscles felt like jelly, and about to collapse. But I was driven by a deep desire for freedom, and the will to escape. However, I learned something that still haunts my memories to this day. Upon leaving my cell on the 8th night, cautiously sneaking around and evading guards I stumbled upon a room. It looked like a storage depo. Jackpot! I quietly broke into the room, and what I saw confused me. I saw a staircase leading down, so I followed it. This didn't make sense. With every additional step down I questioned why a storage depo would have stairs only that go down and not have any sort of weapons, food, or supplies. When I reached the bottom I saw a doorway that was entitled, Hybrid Room 1" I paused briefly, questioning what that meant. As I entered the room I almost vomited from the smell. It wasn't gross smelling, but it was very strong and salty in odor. The room itself had another door with a see-through window and the smell was coming out of that door. Upon walking over my heart dropped into my stomach. I saw several women, propped up with their lower halves in a spread eagle. None of them had any clothes on from the looks of it. I quietly entered and I saw they had been using our wives as reproductive pigs. I felt my heartbreaking as I felt bad for them. Their cries in agony were awful, and it echoed into my eardrums endlessly. Every single one of them had over-sized stomachs, blood everywhere, and some green substance on them. The green substance I didn't dare touch. I knew what it was. As I moved further down I saw a number above the section which made my stomach curl. "24" It bloody said 24. I rushed over and to my horror, I saw... my wife. I broke down into tears heavily right there and I felt my instinctive self rush over to lift her into my arms. She was barely awake, and all I could do was whimper her name, A-Adela! Please, wake up. I saw her eyes slowly open, and she hugged me tight crying as soon as she saw me. "Oh, Jake. It hurts so much. They used us as. She whimpered out painfully, to which I shushed her, S-Save your energy, my love, I'll get you out of here I swear to it. She smiled appreciatively, but then frowned, Hun. I-It's. Too late for me. Go, save yourself. Get as many of the others out as you can. But I and the other women won't survive. I stutter screamed out, N-NO! I won't leave you here! I can't. What would the kids think if I just left you here. My wife was unable to utter another word, she, as well as several other women, started to scream. I stepped back in pure horror as I watch her stomach shrink slowly. And out of her popped several creatures. Each of them carrying loads of blood out with them and as the last disgusting creature left her, she collapsed back onto the bed. The last shreds of life faded from her blue marbles for eyes as they turned grey. In a rage, I killed every single one of the creatures they put inside her. I left not a one alive, and my hands were soaked in green blood mixed with my wife's. I ran over to her and shook her, trying to wake her up. She was dead. Several tears streamed down my face as I cleaned off one of my hands, and closed her eyes with 2 fingers. I kissed her deeply one last time while her lips were still warm, and held her one last time too. "I swear to you. They will pay for this. In some way, I will make them pay. Be at peace, loving wife. And an amazing mother. I struggled to let her go, but I knew I had to. I forcibly pulled myself away and cleaned up the mess I made as to make things seem like they didn't survive the birth process. I then returned the doors to their places before I entered and quietly made my way back to my cell. Upon returning I collapsed in the bed, balling my eyes out. I opened my eyes, and I swear I saw the spirit of my wife staring back, smiling at me reassuringly that I'd be okay. Then as quickly as she appeared, she faded. I rolled over onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. I felt a loneliness I had never known before in my life up until this point. It felt like a spear had been impaled into my heart leaving a massive, gaping hole. That whole night, I did not sleep. My eyes stayed wide and staring directly at the ceiling hoping what I had witnessed was no more than a horrible dream. But try as I might, there is no way what I had seen was just imagination. The only solace I had in me, was that I would make them pay. JOURNAL ENTRY 4 - THE ESCAPE - FINALE] My wife was dead, nothing would change that. All I could do was swear to her I would make it out, and find some way to destroy them in the process. I already had a good head start as I learned of several major infrastructures around the living city, so my goals were clear: Inform the other inmates, tell them the plan, use the next tonight to stage a breakout, and run. There were certainly plenty of biological and technological mini-subs to do the job right. Just enough for all 12 of us. The next night came quickly. Once I explained the plan to them, I quietly broke all of their cage locks and told them to get ready. I would stage the breakout and make it a clear B-Line to the escape area. After that, I crouched down and made my way slowly through the curving tunnels and passageways. The whole trip took at least 20 minutes to reach my goal: The Reactor Core. Because of my tinkering, I learned that without it the city would have no power, and without power, it would be nearly pitch black but with just enough light. It could also be rigged to trigger an unstoppable 5-minute count down to a self-destruct, which would send the city crashing down into the depths of the ocean, well below its crush depth and taking the foul creatures with it. As I made my way to the reactor core, I quickly overloaded every pump in the place, which would cause the water pumps to slowly overheat and overload, adding water to the inside in just under 15 minutes. After that, I flipped the main switches off and tore them out. This set off a blaring, alien-like alarm that rang through the city. A countdown started and I instantly bolted back for the exit. Because I could run without fears of being heard I was quickly able to make my way back, but just by the skin of my teeth. By the time I made it back, several small explosions were bringing down buildings all inside the city. They shrieked in agony further solidifying my suspicions of them being living entities rather than just buildings. As soon as I made it back we split into groups. I and 3 others hopped into one mini sub organism, while the other 8 hopped into 2 different ones. The controls were simple, no more complex than the average boat as we threw the throttle into high gear, aiming for the surface as we shot up. Behind us, another massive explosion took place which sank the city instantly. We heard an ear-piercing shriek as a massive tendril swung right in front of the mini-sub, I adverted us away in the nick of time but unfortunately, the 2 other mini-subs were destroyed. The tendril was huge, so massive I couldn't see the entire thing. The city wasn't at all a collection of several entities, it was one massive one. I was just glad we were getting away. Still, we paused for a moment to give prayers to the ones who had died, including our wives. After that, we got out of there. It had been almost 10 days since any of us saw the light of day, and finally, we saw it again. The beautiful, blue sky above us, and no longer in permanent darkness. I set a course for Florida. I made sure to take us far away from that accursed Inn where it all started, and as we finally ran aground on an uncharted beach, we all hopped out and took in the fresh, salty air. A sigh of relief came from us all, but every one of us was deeply depressed. We knew in our hearts we couldn't return to our families lest they think us insane. We decided to build a small shack deep in the woods to live somewhat normal lives. We all worked together to make a life for ourselves. It was indeed hard, but we pulled through. Whereas our story could've ended and I wouldn't be sitting here at this desk writing this in the hopes someone would find it, it didn't. And I was allowed to live to warn everyone of the threats we face from the deep. This is a warning, to anyone who would seek out a new kind of adventure, I advise steering clear of low-price Inns near the beach. They are not who they claim to be. Stay safe, and do not trust the ocean. To whoever finds this. I urge you to inform the public of these happenings. The last thing I want is for others to suffer the same fate I and my friends did. I know you'll try to find us, but it won't work out in your favor. We don't wish to be found. Just please, heed our warning. End this nightmare once and for all. I shall leave the coordinates for the location of roughly where we were. The navigation computer on the still-functioning mini-sub should prove useful. DECEMBER 16TH, 2016 FURTHER INVESTIGATION SHOWS A LARGE CRATER OFF THE COAST OF FLORIDA ROUGHLY 10 MILES ACROSS. CORRESPONDS HEAVILY TO THE WRITINGS OF JAKE ROGERS IN HIS JOURNAL ENTAILING HIS STORY. FURTHER INVESTIGATION HAS BEEN CLASSIFIED, REGION CONSIDERED A MAJOR HAZARD ZONE. ALL MILITARY PERSONNEL ARE TO SET UP A PERMANENT PERIMETER AROUND THE DESCRIBED LOCATION UNTIL DEEMED OTHERWISE. TERMINATION OF INVESTIGATION COMPLETE. PROCEED WITH TASK 2.
I'm a little scared of my reaction to the movie, since I'm already tearing up at the trailer. Couldn't be more excited though. As an atheist, Id always imagined that when my life ended it would be as if the universe had flipped my switch to the “off” position. Senses, emotions, etc. all blinking to nothingness and silence, like I had never existed at all. This assumption couldnt have been further from the truth. The first thing I noticed when I looked around was that this place looked very much like a doctors office; but at the same time… very different. The room was divided into three sections. In the center was the widest of them. It had red carpet, one half looking brand new. The other half looked as though someone had set it on fire, then put it out again by stamping and smearing the ash everywhere. We stood in this area, a throng of at least a hundred, cordoned off on either side by ancient movie theater rope. At the front was a reception window with three rows. The cordon opened at the top of each side, where there were five office desks, at which sat expressionless assistants mindlessly typing away at their computers. Where the hell am I? I wondered. The closest person to me looked like a business-man of some sort. He wore an expensive blue shirt with that stupid white collar, black slacks, and fancy shoes he probably made his servants polish three times a fucking day. He was frowning and messing with his iPhone like he was trying to get reception. “Hey man, where are—? ” I started to ask. “Screw off. ” He interjected, pushing me with his shoulder as he shuffled away. Never even looked up from his damn phone. I scanned the crowd to discover this weird mixed bag of Wall Street guys and what I thought might be a church group. They gave that missionary vibe, a few of them holding those tiny copies of the New Testament. There were only a few of us “average joes” huddled toward the back of the two larger groups. Everyone seemed emotionally dead. I caught a few of those smirks though, the ones that tell you which individuals view themselves as superior; or that I was gross, or maybe both of these. Whatever, I know I dress like a hippy, but I aint nasty or dumb. Pricks. I remember thinking. At any rate, I didnt see anyone talking to me anytime soon. And based on the volume of us corralled, Id be there awhile. Glancing over at the nearest assistant- if thats what the fuck they were called- I saw she was free and inquired, “Excuse me, can you tell me where I am? ” Nothing. “Name? Location? Anything at all, if you dont mind that is. ” My sarcastic side leaked through on that last bit, which I expected her to get irritated at like most people I cross paths with. But she didnt. There was only silence. I didnt think this place could be anything like purgatory, or limbo. Quietly, I resigned myself to waiting out this mass of dimwits before getting to any concrete information. Thats when, from close behind me, I heard, “Hey. Whats your name? ” I turned to see a skinny kid with long brown dreadlocks smiling at me. He wore a dingy t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a worn-out pair of Converse. My kind of people. “Hi. Im Maura. Whats yours? ” “Ned, ” he replied, saying, “You look like you could use a smoke. ” He produced a pack of Marlboro Reds, offering one and lighting another for himself. No one called him out, so I bummed his lighter and followed suit. I took a long draw, that familiar sweet, but biting sensation of the nicotine flooding my lungs. “Weird how we can still feel shit, huh? ” I nodded and took another hit. Then I repeated the question, “So do you know where the hell we are? ” He exhaled, laughing under his breath as he answered, “Cant you tell? ” He took another puff, raising his eyes to look around the room, “Were in the fucking waiting room. ” For the first time, I noticed that the motif of the rest of the room was very much like that of the carpet. The right side was totally new and clean. The left, while not badly burned like the floor, had no doubt seen better days. The white walls and beige trim were cracked, peeling, and faded as was the tile on the floor. The appearance of the assistants differed greatly as well. Though both sides wore white outfits with beige cardigans, the men and women to the right were crisp in appearance. As if someone had 3D copied them from a 50s edition of Good Housekeeping, crisp. While on the left… Well, to be honest it was as though a building had just collapsed on them and they had gone straight back to work. Their clothes were tattered, covered in debris. They were completely disheveled in general. A few people even had wounds dripping blood everywhere. Yet still, they tap, tap, tapped away at their keyboards. Who got sent where was pretty obvious from this set-up. I shuddered at the concept of this being reality, trying to hit my cigarette again. It had burned down, though, so I looked at Ned and inquired if he would mind donating another. He told me no problem, and found the ones wed removed to have reappeared. “Damn, ” we both breathed. We lit up again and took a few more hits before he looked at me and asked, “So what happened to you? ” I thought as hard as I could, “Well, its really blurry; it happened so fast. But… I think it was a car wreck, like I crazy flipped. Im just fucking glad it was quick. ” I laughed and shot the question back at him, noticing his smile break slightly. His jaw tensed for a moment before he said, “I over-dosed. ” My empathy meter shot through the roof, “Shit, Im sorry man. I had an accidental myself once. ” “Nah”, he said, “It wasnt like that. I fired up enough heroin to kill a horse. Knew exactly what I was doing. ” He looked directly into my eyes, all lightheartedness having dispersed. “I never believed in heaven, hell… any of that bullshit. I was tired, just couldnt handle it out there anymore. You know? I wanted… quiet. But since Im here now, Im pretty sure wherever the fuck I wind up wont be any place peaceful at all. ” I knew exactly what he meant, or at least related to those thoughts. Id often longed for that quiet myself, in my own morbid fantasies. Ned was solemn for a few minutes, then we struck up our conversation again. We continued talking like that until we felt as though eons had passed, and we fell back to silence like those around us. Eventually, the majority of the snobbish groups wound up on the left. On the other hand, some people even I would have expected to go that way were sent to the right instead. That gave me hope for Ned and me, at least. It wasnt long before he came to the middle line, which Id ascertained was the check-in point. There his name would be taken, and they would ping him in his direction. Then he would receive an index card (of whose purpose I was unaware) and he would be off to whatever great beyond awaited him. He stepped to the window. then to the left. My heart sank for him. As he approached the first empty desk I could tell he was doing his best to remain staunch, disciplined, accepting of his fate. I could see the internal terror behind his eyes, however, at whatever destiny that might entail. Just as he lowered his ass into the wretched chair, a phone rang loudly behind the left front window. The woman snatched it tersely from the receiver, listened for a moment, then slammed it back down without speaking a word. She motioned for Ned to return, where he gratefully returned his index card and swiftly made his way across to the right-hand side of the waiting area. I could have leapt with joy for the poor guy as I hoped that didnt happen to me (even though hed been the only one this occurred with. I thought I saw tears running down his cheeks, and the biggest smile was on his face. Being next, I stepped up to the center aisle window. The woman behind the glass looked confused when she saw my face, frantically typing away and searching through a tall filing cabinet which stood a few feet behind her. I guess she couldnt find me in the system. She turned back, exasperatedly threw her hands into the air, and exclaimed, “What the fuck are you even doing here, Addison? ” I was both shocked and amused, but before I could react she punched a button somewhere above her head and told me to come back later. Much later. The floor began to shake violently. I almost shouted, thinking it was an earthquake. Then I realized it was a strong, steady vibration that seemed to come from all around. Suddenly the ceiling parted, a blinding white glow enveloping me in a searing wave of heat. Everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a hospital bed. My parents were there. I asked them what happened, but they were hysterical. I had no idea why. Later I got the full scoop from my doctor, who informed me that Id been in a crash involving myself and multiple other vehicles. Having suffered critical injuries, I lapsed into a coma. I had remained so for the next six months. None of the doctors believed I would wake up at all. My parents had felt it selfish to keep me there for themselves, and had decided to let me go. But when they pulled the plug, and turned off all the machines… I took a sharp gasp and within moments woke up. I wont bore you with details of my arduous recovery. I just had to get this out in hopes of sharing it with, well, anyone who might believe it really. And best of luck by the way, when you find yourself in the waiting room.
I am quite new here and came across rslash on youtube and saw this as a sub so here I am. Lets set the stage with a bit of back story. (Strap in because it will be quite lengthy, this is just about my mom) My parents are separated and have been since I was about 2 years old, which is fine because my step dad is a pretty great guy. My mom is EXTREMELY RELIGIOUS and says the typical christian thing like "Jesus will always provide" which as a christian I do not doubt. For my birthday my parents got me a car that my stepdad rebuilt and though it was a lemon I was extremely grateful because they could have gotten me nothing at all. All in all the rebuild costed about 3, 000 to rebuild and the car itself was free because it was my uncles old car. When I was about 15 turning 16 I had gotten a part time job at a movie theater in our town, pay wasn't great but hey it was a job. I was working for about 7. 75 an hour and I had everything direct deposited into my account, this way I didn't have to make an unnecessary run to a bank every time I needed to cash my check. I was a cheerleader in high school, so I would go out about once a month or so and would take my bank card with me so I could just use my card like any normal human being. One night I was out with a group of friends and this was the first time in about 2 months that I actually had a moment to go out so I knew that I had about 800 or so in my account. When it came time to pay our bill I pulled out my card and it got DECLINED. As any normal human being I was completely mortified and asked if I could go to an atm to check my balance. The server let me go and do just that. I get to the atm located in the mall and I check my balance and my heart just sinks into the floor when I see that I somehow have -475 in my account. I immediately called my parents with tears in my eyes because I didn't understand how this happened. Neither answered, my mom was out with some friends and my dad was on a business call. Instead I call my grandma and explain the situation to her and she comes down to pay my bill, which was literally 8. I leave my friends due to how embarrassed I was and I go home to my grandma's (my grandparents lived right across the street from my house so no big deal. I proceed to explain to her what I saw on my account and she asked me a few questions like, are you sure you're getting direct deposit. how do you not know where your money is. what bank is this. As she is asking me all of this her face kind of takes a turn and looked at me dead in my face and says, who is on the account with you. I tell her that it is my mom (her daughter. She then asks, have you received any bank statements. I asked her "what's a bank statement. being about 17 turning 18 at this time I have never received a bank statement before or even knew what it was called so it was a valid question. I seem a bit confused by this and my grandma rushes into the bedroom and is yelling at my grandpa something that I can't quite here. My grandpa gets on his shirt and puts on his shoes and we all go for a walk across the street to my house with me still quite confused. Meet the cast, Awesome Grandma:AG, Disgusted Grandpa:DG, Angry Mom:AM, Me:Me AG is now pounding on my front door while DG is standing there with a look on his face that could make any man facing it cry. Mom opens the door with all of her friends piled on couches, at the dining table and on the floor. AM: Hey! I didn't expect you guys to be here what's up. she say's smiling. AG: We need to talk to you outside for a minute. AG says with her arms folded across her chest. DG: NOW" he basically yells this from what feels like is a pit of hell. Me, still standing here with tears in my eyes with no explanation. AM: Ok? You don't have to yell. She comes out side and AG asks her, Where are (my name's) bank statements. M shrugs and turns to walk away and DG steps in front of her, Your mother asked you a question. She pushes past my grandparents (I know this part is extremely dull but it needed to be here) AG drags me back to her house and tells me that I will be staying the night and we will just go get a bank statement in the morning from my bank. That is pretty much all she said before dismissing me to go to bed, still confused and still embarrassed from the event at the restaurant. My phone is now currently dead so I am basically left alone with my thoughts for the rest of the night. -NEXT DAY- AG and I are off to the bank and it is now about 9AM and I am still lost and confused on what is going on. We get to the bank, stand in line and just wait for about 10 min. AG: Hi, I'm here with my granddaughter and we would like to know some information about her account. Teller asks me for my ID and for specifically what information we were requesting. AG: We would first like to look over her bank statements for as far back as you can get before we proceed" Teller looks at me for approval and then prints this thing out. I look over this thing and I can see now what this is. There are incoming and outgoing funds over the course of 3 MONTHS that I don't recognize AT ALL. AG sees my face, Does any of this look familiar to you. Me: No? I mean I see some things that I did but I never spent 600 in this place or 300 in this place? I don't even know what/where these places are. AG: Looking at the teller, Is there anyone else on this account aside from her mother. No" They said. AG: Does her mother have a card on her account. Yes" AG: Can open an account with our names on it. My grandmother pulls out my original birth certificate that she held onto for about 18 years that has her information on it, my original social security card and places them on the counter and basically since she is my grandparent she is legally allowed to do so without my mom there. She then proceeds to pay for the balance on my old account and asks them to close that one, orders me a card on my new account and puts some money in there for me. Me STILL CONFUSED: I don't get what's going on but thank you? You really didn't have to do that but you are the absolute best. Till this day I still have that account and my grandma still is the literal best. She tells me not to tell my mom about this and obviously I don't say jack. I give a new check to my job for future direct deposits. About a week later I am just getting home from work and my mother is out with her friends. It is now about midnight and I'm playing video games in the living room when my Angry Mother:AM storms in with a fit. AM: WHY ISN'T THERE ANY MONEY IN YOUR MOTHER FUCKING ACCOUNT. She yell's this so loud with our front door wide open that everyone in the neighbor hood could hear her. Me: What do you mean? What does me not having money in my account have to do with you. AM picks up a dining room chair and throws it -and I shit you not- straight into our TV! AM: AGAIN I WILL FUCKING ASK YOU WHY THERE ISN'T MONEY IN YOUR FUCKING ACCOUNT. she says some of the other entitled parent shit like we feed you (she doesn't I buy and cook for our house) we got you a car, we pay you to live here (ummm in under aged and you're my mom like the fuck. etc. AG and DG shuffle on over before I can utter another word. DG: Calm the fuck down before you deal with me. He literally says this so calm that it sent chills down my spine. AM: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! IM TALKING TO MY DAUGHTER AND- she gets cut off both vocally and physically when DG steps in front of her and says, Yeah so? I'm talking to my daughter and telling you to calm the fuck down! NOW. AG steps across the room and in front of me and wipes my tears away and tells me to go grab the bank statements, I nod and scurry off to my room to grab the statements, I should mention that we got every statement possible and they had about a year worth of them. I had them to my grandma to places them one by one across the dining room table and tells my mom to look at them and see if she recognized them. One by one she looks at them and gets more and more pale. (I will mention that I have 7 ethnicity and 4 of them are from my mom and she is pretty dark) AM looks up at my grandma. AM: How did you get these. AG: What do you recognize them. AM crumples them and throws them to the floor and looks back up. AG: What exactly is wrong with you? Why would you take a card out on her account and use them? She is a child! She helps pay for (other 2 kids) school lunches, cooks and buys food for here and uses here money to buy things that YOU REFUSE TO! Yet here you are going out with YOUR FRIENDS using HER MONEY to PAY for all the things YOU CAN'T AFFORD and you come in here tonight asking her why there is no money IN HER ACCOUNT? WANT TO KNOW WHY? BECAUSE I CLOSED HER ACCOUNT. AM looks like she is about to get a word in when DG steps in and says, It was enough that you stole money from us, we're you're parents and we love you and we turned a blind eye when you stole from us. But, this is our oldest grand child. A child you brought into this world and that we honestly can't love more. You don't think we give you enough? Did we not love you enough? Do we not buy things for you and your family still till this day? What makes you think that you can do this to your child? Where did we go wrong. AM: SHE OWES THIS TO US BECAUSE WE BOUGHT HER A CAR, SHE GETS TO GO OUT WITH HER FRIENDS AND WE ARE STRUGGLING! SHES THE UNGRATEFUL ONE YOU SHOULD BE YELLING AT HER! I WAS JUST TAKING BACK WHAT BELONGS TO US! JESUS PROVIDES AND THIS IS HOW IS IS PROVIDING FOR ME! SHES OLD ENOUGH TO PAY RENT AND SHE SHOULD BE LUCKY SHE GETS TO EVEN SEE HER SIBLINGS AND HELP OUT WITH THEM BY FILLING THEIR ACCOUNTS! SHES NOT EVEN THEIR FULL SISTER AND DESERVES TO BE TREATED LIKE THE OUTCAST SHE IS. Me literally in tears at this point because I love my mom even at this point I love my mom but she needs help. Me: I didn't ask to be born, I didn't ask for you to leave my dad, I didn't ask to be treated this way, you've been making me pay for all of my own things since my 10th birthday with my own birthday and christmas money. My own toothbrushes, shampoo, clothes, bus pass, food, family dinners at restaurants etc. I don't get why you're doing this to me. AM: Because I deserved so much in life before you were born, you ruined my life, you took opportunities away from me. So all the things I don't have? Like money and job security? That is what I am taking from you. Because I deserve it more than you do. AG and DG basically walk me out of the house at this point because they are disgusted, I'm in tears and wanting to die. It is now about 8 or so years later and I have a daughter of my own, she is the light of my world and as for my crazy mom? She tries to borrow money from me at this point and tries to get me to deliver things for her business and gets mad when I say no. She gets to see her grandchild which is more than what she allowed my grandparents when I was growing up but I believe that in order for me to prove I am a better person than her than that means I need to be a better person than her and that means forgiveness. Don't get it twisted I will never trust her, but I at least forgive her.
1:16 got me laghing shes shaking and theirs no sound. My name is Zhao Xia. I was born into an ordinary family. Due to the influence of dictums like “A man leaves his name behind wherever he stays, just as a goose utters its cry wherever it flies, ” and “As a tree lives for its bark, a man lives for his face, ” reputation and face became particularly important to me. Everything I did was to earn other peoples praise, compliments, and admiration. After getting married, the goals I set for myself were: I will have a more prosperous life than others; I must not allow anyone say negative things about how I treat the elderly or about my behavior and conduct; I will ensure my child gets into a well-known university and has good prospects in order to bring me more glory. Therefore, I never quarreled with my in-laws. Sometimes when they spoke harshly with me, I would feel so wronged that I would secretly cry rather than show them any kind of attitude. When I saw others buy clothing for their parents during Chinese New Year or other holidays, I would immediately go buy some for my mother-in-law, and only of the best quality. When relatives came to visit, I would help with the shopping and cooking. I was still entirely willing even when it was difficult or tiring. Out of fear that I would fall behind others, I left my baby daughter behind just a month after giving birth to her to go straight back to work. As a result, she suffered from malnutrition, becoming just skin and bones because I wasnt nursing her. It wasnt until she had received 100 injections of nutrients that she took a turn for the better, while I was so tired that my back was aching every single day. Though it was difficult and tiring, I endured the hardship and expended myself tirelessly for the sake of gaining a good reputation. My hard work paid off, and in just a few short years, I became well-known as a good daughter-in-law in the village, and my family became wealthy and were envied by those around us. As a result, my in-laws, neighbors, relatives and friends were all full of praise for me. In the face of the praise and compliments from those around me, my vanity was greatly satisfied. I felt that my hardships over the last few years were not in vain—I felt really self-satisfied. However, my serene life was disrupted after my brother-in-law got married. His wife always spoke to me mockingly, saying that I had ulterior motives in treating our mother-in-law well because I was only interested in her money. She always said that our mother-in-law was biased toward us since she gave us more things than she gave them; she was always stirring up trouble over this. I felt very wronged and wanted to hash it out with her openly in order to proclaim my innocence, but I was afraid that it would ruin the positive image that I had built up with others. So, I would force myself to hold back, and when I could bear it no longer I would cry it out in private. Later on my sister-in-law really overstepped her bounds by taking over the land that had been parceled out for my side of the family. I was shaking with anger and couldnt eat or drink for days. I even wanted to fight it out with her. However, realizing that it would cause me to lose face, damage my reputation, and make those around me look down on me, I just swallowed it. However, I was so pent up that I was in torment. I moped around, sighing all the time, feeling that life was too painful and tiring, wondering when there would be an end to a life like that. Mans end really is Gods beginning. Just as I was in pain and feeling helpless, Almighty God reached out to me with His hands of salvation. One day, my neighbor asked me: “Do you believe that there is a God? ” I answered: “Who doesnt? I believe in God. ” She went on to say that the God she believes in is the one and only true God who created the universe and all things, and that in the beginning, mankind lived within Gods blessings because they worshiped Him, but after being corrupted by Satan, they no longer worshiped God and thus came to live under Gods curse and in pain. She told me that Almighty God of the last days had come to bestow the truth upon people and to save them from the abyss of misery. She also shared fellowship on her own experiences in her faith. After hearing her fellowship, I felt that I had found my closest confidant, and could not help but spill out to her all the pain in my heart. Afterward, she read a passage of Gods words to me: “ When you are weary and when you begin to feel something of the bleak desolation of this world, do not be lost, do not cry. Almighty God, the Watcher, will embrace your arrival at any time. He is keeping watch by your side, waiting for you to turn back around. He is waiting for the day you suddenly recover your memory: when you realize that you came from God, that, at some unknown time you lost your direction, at some unknown time you lost consciousness on the road, and at some unknown time acquired a ‘father; when you realize, furthermore, that the Almighty has always been keeping watch, waiting there a very, very long time for your return ” (“The Sighing of the Almighty” in The Word Appears in the Flesh. Gods words flowed into my heart like a warm current, consoling my painful and sad heart, and I could not stop tears from rolling down my face. In that moment, I felt just like a wandering child in pain who had suddenly returned to the embrace of her mother. I had an indescribable feeling of excitement and emotion. I kept on giving thanks to God for taking me into His house and caring for me when I had nowhere else to go. I quietly resolved to follow God with my heart and soul. From then on, I began reading Gods words, praying to God, and singing hymns to praise God every single day; I felt so relaxed and had such enjoyment in my heart. Through attending gatherings and interacting with brothers and sisters, I saw that they were just like a big family even though they were not related by blood. Their interactions were simple and open, without pretense, duplicity, jealousy, conflicts, or scheming. They did not bully the poor while favoring the rich, they were all able to treat everyone with sincerity and full equality, and we would share fellowship on Gods word and sing hymns in praise of God. I had a real sense of freedom in my heart. This is how I fell in love with this life of the church that is loving and warm, fair and joyous. I became convinced that Almighty God is the one true God who created the universe and all things, and I resolved that I would follow Him to the very end. Through reading Gods words, I came to understand Gods urgent desire to save mankind to the greatest extent possible, and saw that many brothers and sisters were doing their utmost to give and expend themselves for the sake of spreading the gospel of the kingdom, so I also became actively involved in the preaching of the gospel. One time, I went to preach the gospel to a potential believer. It was a very busy time for farming at the time. Seeing how busy she was with farm work, I went to work alongside her while sharing testimony of Gods work of the last days. I never imagined that after three days straight of sharing fellowship with her, she would not only have no intention of accepting the gospel, but would instead yell at me: “You really have some nerve! I already said I dont believe but you wont stop preaching. ” Her words really struck a nerve with me. My face burned as though I had just had my face slapped in front of a crowd, while my heart ached with wave after wave of dull pain. I thought: “I came to preach to you with the best of intentions and exhausted myself helping you with your work until my back ached, but instead of accepting the gospel, you treated me like this. How heartless you are! ” I felt extremely humiliated and did not want to talk to her anymore, but I also felt that giving up like that was not in line with Gods will, so I prayed silently in my heart and held back my grievances so that I could continue to share fellowship with her while helping with her work. But no matter how hard I tried, I still could not get through to her. I collapsed like a deflated balloon upon returning home. Her words kept cycling through my head. The more I thought about it the more pain I felt: “Why bother? All I get in return for my good intentions are jeers, slander, and abuse. This is so unjust! No one has ever treated me this way. Spreading the gospel is simply too painful and difficult! No, I cannot go out to preach the gospel any longer! If I continue preaching I wont have any face left to see anyone. ” Just when I felt so wronged and in such pain that I was no longer willing to preach the gospel, the words of God enlightened me: “ Are you aware of the burden on your shoulders, your commission, and your responsibility? Where is your sense of historic mission? … They are poor, pitiable, blind, and at a loss, wailing in the darkness—where is the way? How they yearn for the light, like a shooting star, to suddenly descend and dispel the forces of darkness that have oppressed man for so many years. Who can know the full extent to which they anxiously hope, and how they pine, day and night, for this? Even on a day when the light flashes past, these deeply suffering people remain imprisoned in a dark dungeon without hope of release; when will they weep no longer? Terrible is the misfortune of these fragile spirits who have never been granted rest, and long have they been kept bound in this state by merciless bonds and frozen history. And who has heard the sound of their wailing? Who has looked upon their miserable state? Has it ever occurred to you how grieved and anxious Gods heart is? How can He bear to see innocent mankind, whom He created with His own hands, suffering such torment? Human beings, after all, are the victims who have been poisoned. And although man has survived to this day, who would have known that mankind has long been poisoned by the evil one? Have you forgotten that you are one of the victims? Are you not willing to strive, out of your love for God, to save these survivors? Are you not willing to use all of your energy to repay God—He who loves mankind like His own flesh and blood? ” (“How Should You Attend to Your Future Mission? ” in The Word Appears in the Flesh. Reading between the lines of Gods words, all that was revealed was His concern as well as His worry and care for innocent people. God cannot bear to see people created by His own hands deceived and harmed by Satan. God continues to bitterly await mankind to return to His house soon and receive the great salvation He has bestowed upon them. Yet when I was faced with a few harsh words from the person I was preaching to, I felt wronged and tormented and grumbled about the hardship and suffering. I even lost my willingness to preach the gospel because I had lost face. Where was my conscience and reason? I was not someone who was considerate of Gods will. In order to save us, corrupted humans in the last days, God has been continuously hunted and persecuted by the CCP government, abandoned, condemned, blasphemed and slandered by religious circles, and misunderstood and resisted by us followers of God. The pain and humiliation God has suffered is too much, too great! However, He has not abandoned His salvation of us, but has continued to supply mankinds needs in obscurity. Gods love is too great! His essence is too beautiful and kind! My hardships today are nothing compared to the suffering God has endured for the sake of saving mankind! I thought of the fact that I was also a victim, someone who had been harmed by Satan for years. If God had not stretched out His hands of salvation to me, I would still be struggling painfully in the dark, unable to see the light and the hope of living. Having enjoyed such great salvation from God, I should bear the humiliation and pain to do my utmost to cooperate with God, fulfill my duty properly, and bring the innocents who are still being harmed by Satan before God. This is more valuable and meaningful than any job in the world, and is worthwhile no matter how much suffering must be endured! Thinking of this, I no longer felt that preaching the gospel is a painful thing, and instead felt that I was fortunate to be able to offer up my meager abilities for the sake of spreading the gospel of the kingdom. This was my honor as well as an exaltation of God. I made this resolve: No matter what kind of hardships I have to encounter in my gospel work, I will give my all and rely on God to bring more and more people who yearn for the appearance of God before Him to comfort His heart! After that I threw myself back into gospel work. Following a period of practicing this, whenever I encountered someone I hoped to convert who had a bad attitude or spoke harsh words to me while I was fulfilling my duty, I was able to deal with it properly and continue to bear witness to Gods work of the last days with a loving heart. Because of this, I felt that I had changed somewhat and no longer cared as much about my face and status. One day, the leader of the church asked me how I had been doing lately and also fellowshiped with me on Gods current will and way of practice. When I found out during the conversation that she would be transferred to another church to fulfill her duty, I could not help but feel a wave of excitement, thinking: “Maybe Ill be made the leader of the church after she leaves. If so, I must really do well in my work! ” Just as I was feeling secretly happy, she said that another sister from my village would be coming tomorrow. My heart churned as soon as I heard that. I thought: “What is she coming for? Is she going to be made the new leader of the church? ” I could not help but grow anxious: “She has not believed in God for as long as I have, and shes from the same village as me. If she is made leader, how will that impact my face? How would our brothers and sisters see me? They will surely say that I dont pursue the truth as much as she does. ” I couldnt stop thinking about it. I tossed and turned at night, unable to fall asleep. During the gathering the next day, I honed in on the tone and attitude of everything the leader was saying, desperately wanting to know who would be chosen as the new leader of the church. Whenever the leader looked at me as she spoke, I felt there was some hope that I would be made leader. My face would fill with joy and I would nod and agree with whatever she said. However, whenever she faced the other sister while speaking, I would become certain that that sister would be named leader, and feel frustrated and in pain as a result. Over those couple of days, I was tormented by the concept of face and status to the point that I became anxious and distracted. I lost my appetite and even felt that time was passing particularly slowly, as though it had been frozen. The church leader saw what kind of state I was in, so she flipped through The Word Appears in the Flesh, and found two passages in Gods words “Why Arent You Willing to Be a Foil? ” for me to read. Gods words say: “ You are now followers, and you have some understanding of this stage of work. However, you have still not put aside your desire for status. When your status is high you seek well, but when your status is low you no longer seek. The blessings of status are always on your mind. ” “ Although you have gotten to this step today, you still have not let go of status, but are always struggling to inquire about it and observing it daily…. The more you seek this way the less you will reap. The greater a persons desire for status, the more seriously they will have to be dealt with and the more they must undergo great refinement. That kind of person is too worthless! They must be dealt with and judged adequately in order for them to thoroughly let go of that. If you pursue this way until the end, you will reap nothing. Those who do not pursue life cannot be transformed; those who do not thirst for the truth cannot gain the truth. You dont focus on pursuing personal transformation and entering in; you always focus on those extravagant desires, and things that constrain your love for God and restrain you from getting close to Him. Can those things transform you? Can they bring you into the kingdom? ” Each line of Gods words was like a knock at the door of my heart, making me feel that God was beside me, monitoring my every word and movement. I could not help but reflect on my thoughts and actions over these past two days. I realized that my view of seeking was too base and too influenced by axioms of Satan such as “As a tree lives for its bark, a man lives for his face, ” and “A man leaves his name behind wherever he stays, just as a goose utters its cry wherever it flies. ” I always desired status so that I could win more praise from others, which resulted in me being tormented by face and status to the point that I became anxious and distracted, lost my appetite, couldnt sleep, and made a fool of myself like a buffoon. Only then did I understand that such an environment was set up by God in accordance with my own state, and that it was Gods love coming upon me. This work of God today was to save me, to help me escape the dark influences of Satan so I could achieve salvation, to have me see clearly that my mode of seeking ran contrary to Gods will. I would not have been able to receive Gods approval even if I had believed in Him until the end. I would have been left with nothing! I therefore prayed silently to God: “Oh God! I am willing to obey Your work, walk on the path of faith in accordance with Your requirements, and put effort into Your word to achieve understanding of the truth and cast off my corrupt disposition. Regardless of whether I am made leader, I will pursue the truth and focus on changing my corrupt disposition to satisfy Your will. ” After understanding Gods will, I felt especially calm in my heart and enjoyed fellowship with other sisters no matter which aspect of the truth of Gods words it was. After the gathering, the church leader said that, based on the recommendations of the majority of brothers and sisters, the other sister would be the new leader of the church, and that I would help with her work. Internally, I was very calm and accepted this readily, agreeing to work in harmony with her to fulfill our duty. One day, I was informed that there was a sister in the church who was not in a good state, so I consulted with the sister I was partnered with on how to resolve this problem. She was not feeling physically well at the time, so I went alone to seek out that sister that very night to have fellowship with her, and the problem was resolved very quickly. My heart was brimming with self-satisfaction, thinking that the upper-level leader would surely praise me because I had put in so much effort. Just as I was waiting for the good news, a letter came from the upper-level leader, inquiring after that sisters state. I thought it was to praise me, so I happily opened it up and began reading it. But I was surprised to see that the message was just to ask the sister I was partnered with how she had dealt with the problem. I immediately became indignant, thinking: “I was clearly the one who resolved the issue. Why not write to me to ask about it? It seems I do not have a place in the leaders heart and am looked down upon. Im just an errand girl. No matter how well I perform no one pays any attention to it. ” The more I thought about it, the more I felt wronged and depressed. I felt I had lost all face. Just then, my partner sister had the letter in her hand and was just about to come talk to me. I could not restrain the feelings I had inside and said harshly: “The upper-level leader doesnt know how this issue was resolved. Arent you clear on this? I was busy working on it for ages but no one said a single kind word about it, and in the end you still got all the credit. In everyones eyes, I am just someone who runs errands. No matter how much effort I put in, no one will appreciate it. ” After saying this, I felt so aggrieved that I burst into tears. In that moment, the words of God echoed in my ears: “ If you expended a lot of effort but I am still very cold toward you, will you be able to continue working for Me in obscurity? … If, after you have expended some things for Me, I have not satisfied your petty demands, will you be disheartened and disappointed toward Me or even become furious and shout abuse? ” (“A Very Serious Problem: Betrayal (2)” in The Word Appears in the Flesh. Gods reproving words slowly calmed me down and cleared my head a great deal. The scene that had just taken place kept replaying in my mind like a movie. What God had revealed caused me to see that my nature is too horrible and dangerous, and that my belief in God and the fulfilling of my duty was not to satisfy God or to gain His approval, but instead to receive praise and compliments from others. As soon as my wishes were not met I would become full of resentment; my beastly nature would erupt and betraying God became even easier. I saw then that I had gone too far and that I did not possess even a shred of proper humanity. The pain I felt was heartrending. In remorse, I prayed to God: “Oh God, I thought I had changed somewhat and no longer lived for face and status and that I could get along with this sister. But in Your revelation today, I once again exposed my satanic ugliness, always feeling like I had no status among others and suffering because my efforts were not praised. Oh God, Satan has really harmed me too deeply. Status, reputation, and vanity have all become my shackles. I pray that You can guide me to understand the truth of my corruption by Satan, and guide me back out of its influence. ” Afterward, I saw the following words of God: “ Every one of you has risen to the pinnacle of the multitudes; you have ascended to be the ancestors of the masses. You are extremely arbitrary, and you run amok among all of the maggots, seeking a place of ease and attempting to devour the maggots that are smaller than you. You are malicious and sinister in your hearts, surpassing the ghosts that have sunk to the bottom of the sea. You reside in the bottom of the dung, disturbing the maggots from top to bottom until they have no peace, fighting each other for a while and then calming down. You do not know your place, yet still you battle with each other in the dung. What can you gain from such struggle? If you truly had reverence for Me in your hearts, how could you fight with each other behind My back? No matter how high your status, are you not still a stinking little worm in the dung? Will you be able to sprout wings and become a dove in the sky? ” (“When Falling Leaves Return to Their Roots, You Will Regret All the Evil You Have Done” in The Word Appears in the Flesh. Gods words of judgment stabbed painfully into my heart like a sharp sword, awakening my spirit and making me realize that I fulfilled my duty not to exalt God and bear witness to Him, but because I always wanted to show off, bear witness to myself, and dreamed of standing high above others so that they would admire and look up to me. Was there any fear of God in my heart? How could this be fulfilling my duty as a creature? I thought of the archangels wild ambition, its delusions of being equal to God, and competing with God for status. I was always pursuing others high regard and trying to establish my own place and image with others. Wasnt what I pursued exactly the same as that of the archangel who betrayed God? I am a created being deeply corrupted by Satan; I am like dirt that is not worth a single penny. Now that I received Gods grace and had the opportunity to perform my duty and be a new person, I should be worshiping God and fulfilling the duty of a created being with fear in my heart at all times, but I did not engage in honest work, instead always wanting to use my duty as an opportunity to show off, bear witness to myself and carry out my own business. How could God not hate and detest this? God is so holy and great, full of authority and power, and yet remains humble and concealed, never revealing His identity so that people will look up to and admire Him. Instead, He continues to quietly give His all to save mankind, never explaining Himself or claiming credit, and never demanding anything from mankind. Gods humility, nobility, and selflessness made me see my own arrogance, lowliness, and selfishness. I couldnt help but feel ashamed, like I had nowhere to hide, and I also felt that I had been too deeply corrupted by Satan and that I was too much in need of the salvation of Gods judgment, chastisement, trials and refinement. I therefore fell down again before God: “Oh, Almighty God! Through Your chastisement and judgment I can see my disobedience, as well as Your nobility and greatness. From now on, when I fulfill my duty I only hope to behave like a proper human being with a heart that fears You, to live entirely upon Your words, and to cast off my satanic disposition. ” I was later chosen to be a church leader, cooperating with another sister to perform our duty. Due to my previous failures, I continually reminded myself that I needed to be of one accord with this sister in order to perform the churchs work properly. At first, I would discuss everything with her and we would seek Gods guidance together so that all aspects of our work would bear fruit. But after some time, I found that she had a good caliber, her fellowship on the truth was clear and illuminating, and that her work capabilities were stronger than mine. During gatherings, brothers and sisters were all happy to listen to her fellowship and they all consulted with her when they encountered problems. Faced with this kind of environment, I once again fell into Satans snare, and I thought: “This sister is better than me in every respect and is admired by brothers and sisters regardless of where she goes. No way! I must surpass her no matter what, and have our brothers and sisters see that I am not inferior to her. ” To this end, I bustled around the church non-stop every day, having meetings with brothers and sisters, and no matter who ran into problems, I would rush to them to help resolve the issues. I may have seemed loyal and obedient from the outside, but how could my inner ambitions possibly escape the observation of God? My disobedience aroused Gods anger, and He hid His face from me, and as a result I fell into darkness. When reading Gods words I gained no enlightenment, I had nothing to say when praying, I communicated drily during gatherings, and I even became afraid of gathering with brothers and sisters. I became completely shackled by face and status. I muddled through every single day, as though I was shouldering such a great burden that I could not take a deep breath. I could also no longer clearly see some of the issues within the church and my work efficiency dropped sharply. Faced with such a revelation from God, I still did not try to know myself and I was also unwilling to open up to my brothers and sisters about my state and seek the truth to resolve it, for fear that they would look down on me. Later, Gods chastening and disciplining descended upon me. My stomach suddenly began hurting so much that I could not comfortably sit or stand. The torment of this illness and my dissatisfaction from not achieving status left me hovering between life and death. Because I persisted in my misguided course and could no longer do the churchs work, the church had no choice but to replace me. Having lost my status, I felt like I had been condemned to hell. Emotionally, I fell to my lowest point and felt that I had lost all face. I became even more tormented, particularly when I saw brothers and sisters all actively fulfilling their duties, while I had lost the work of the Holy Spirit and was unable to fulfill any duty. In my pain, I could not help but ask myself: Why is it that others believe in God and understand more and more truth, whereas I continue disobeying and resisting God time and time again for the sake of face and status? So, I prayed to God many times and asked Him to lead me to find the root of my failures. One day, I saw the following among Gods words: “ [S]ome people particularly idolize Paul. They like to go out and give speeches and do work, they like to meet together and speak; they like people listening to them, worshiping them, and surrounding them. They like to have status in the minds of others, and they appreciate it when others value their images. Let us analyze their natures from these behaviors: What sort of nature do people with such behaviors possess? If they really behave like this, then it is enough to show that they are arrogant and conceited. They do not worship God at all; they seek a higher status and wish to have authority over others, to possess them, and to have status in their minds. This is a classic image of Satan. The aspects of their natures that stand out are arrogance and conceit, an unwillingness to worship God, and a desire to be worshiped by others. Such behaviors can give you a very clear view into their natures ” (“How to Know Mans Nature” in Records of Christs Talks. Then I read these words in a sermon: “The essence and nature of Satan is betrayal. It betrayed God from the very start, and after betraying God it deceived, fooled, manipulated, and controlled the men on earth created by God, trying to stand with God as an equal and establish a separate kingdom. … You see, isnt Satans nature one that betrays God? From all that Satan has done to mankind, we can see clearly that Satan is a genuine God-resisting demon and that Satans nature is one that betrays God. All of this is absolute” (“How to Achieve Knowledge of Your Own Corrupt Substance” in Sermons and Fellowship I. Contemplating these words, I could not help but tremble with fear. I saw that what I had lived out was completely Satans image—arrogant and conceited, and not worshiping God. God exalted me to fulfill my duty in the church so that I could bring brothers and sisters before God with fear of Him in my heart, and allow them to have a place for God in their hearts, as well as fear and obey Him. But I was not considerate of Gods will in fulfilling of my duty, and felt no burden to help brothers and sisters achieve entry into life. Instead, I always wanted to have others pay attention and listen to me, and for the sake of my own desires, I always tried to build myself up no matter where I went. I was even jealous of the good and envious of the strong, and I stubbornly competed with others for superiority. From the outside, it seemed I was competing with men, but in fact I was fighting against God. This is something that seriously offends Gods disposition. He chastened and disciplined me, and deprived me of status to make me self-reflect and repent. Gods love for me was too deep and too great! Coming to this realization, I could not help but feel regret and self-blame inside, and moreover hated that my corruption was so deep. I followed God but did not pursue the truth, and instead only blindly toiled for status and face. I had really failed to live up to Gods love and salvation. The more I looked into myself, the more clearly I saw that the dictums I had lived by, such as “As a tree lives for its bark, a man lives for his face, ” and “A man leaves his name behind wherever he stays, just as a goose utters its cry wherever it flies, ” were lies used by Satan to corrupt and harm mankind. I realized that Satan uses these things to paralyze peoples souls, distort their minds, and to have them develop wrong outlooks on life, so that people strive bitterly to pursue empty things such as status, fame, fortune and face, and that they are ravaged and harmed by it at will, then in the end are swallowed up by it. This is Satans plot. Now, I would never go against God again while enjoying His mercy. I should completely reform myself, thoroughly forsake Satan, totally give my heart to God, and live out the likeness of a true human being to comfort Gods heart. After that, I sought how to continue on my future path, and how to pursue the truth to be after Gods will. I thanked God for once again guiding me. I then saw Gods words: “ Today, even if you are not a worker, you should be able to perform the duty of a creature of God, and seek to submit to all of Gods orchestrations. You should be able to obey whatever God says, and experience all manner of tribulations and refinement, and though you are weak, in your heart you should still be able to love God. Those who take responsibility for their own life are willing to perform the duty of a creature of God, and such peoples viewpoint toward pursuit is the right one. These are the people that God needs. … As a creature of God, man should seek to perform the duty of a creature of God, and seek to love God without making other choices, for God is worthy of mans love. Those who seek to love God should not seek any personal benefits or that which they personally long for; this is the most correct means of pursuit ” (“Success or Failure Depends on the Path That Man Walks” in The Word Appears in the Flesh. Like a beacon, Gods words enlightened my heart, pointing out to me the path I should take. Gods wish is that people, regardless of whether they have status or what environments have befallen them, will do their utmost to pursue the truth, and that they will obey Gods orchestrations and arrangements, and seek to love and satisfy God. This is the most correct way of pursuit as well as the right path of life that a created being should walk. I thus made my resolve before God: Oh God, thank You for showing me the right path in life. My status of the past was due to Your exaltation, and being without status today is also due to Your righteousness. I am just a minuscule created being. From now on, I only wish to pursue the truth and obey all Your arrangements. Thereafter, my state quickly normalized through reading Gods words and living a life of the church. The church again arranged a suitable duty for me. I began to focus on pursuing the truth in the fulfillment of my duty, and when I revealed my corruption, I would find the corresponding words of God to resolve it. When faced with things that involved face and status, even though some thoughts came to mind, through prayer, seeking the truth from Gods word to understand the essence of fame and gain, gradually I became able to not be controlled by these things and could fulfill my duty with peace of mind. When I saw some brothers and sisters who had not believed in God for as long as me entrusted with commissions, by seeking the truth, I was able to understand that what duty one fulfills at which time is predestined by God, and that I should obey Gods arrangements. As a result, I was able to handle these situations correctly. When brothers and sisters dealt with and exposed my nature and essence, even though I felt I had lost face, I was able to become obedient through prayer. This was because it was Gods love coming upon me, which was greatly beneficial in changing my life disposition. In the past, I was overly focused on my face and was not willing to open up to anyone, for fear that others would look down on me. Now, I practice being an honest person in accordance with Gods requirements, and if I have any problems I open up to my brothers and sisters. This brings me a feeling of release and happiness deep in my soul. Seeing these changes in myself, I could not help but thank and praise God, for these are the fruits borne in me by Gods chastisement and judgment work of the last days. I have now followed Almighty God for some years. Thinking back, it was Satans toxins that had eroded my soul. I had lived under the domain of Satan and was ravaged and fooled by it for many years. I did not know the value and meaning of life. I could not see the light, nor could I find true happiness and joy. I sank into the abyss of misery and was unable to extricate myself. I am now rid of the harm of Satan and have achieved relief and freedom through time after time of Gods chastisement and judgment. I have recovered my conscience and reason, and I also have the correct target to pursue, following God onto the bright and right path in life. Through Gods chastisement and judgment, I have truly experienced Gods selfless and sincere love; I have enjoyed the blessing and received the love that people of the world cannot enjoy. Only God can save man from Satans sea of misery, and only Gods work of chastisement and judgment can cleanse us of the satanic toxins and make us live out the likeness of true human beings, and walk on the right path in life. Gods chastisement and judgment is the light. It is the greatest grace, the best protection, and the most valuable wealth of life bestowed by God upon man. Just as the words of Almighty God say: “ … chastisement and judgment by God was mans best protection and greatest grace. Only through chastisement and judgment by God could man awaken, and hate the flesh, and hate Satan. Gods strict discipline frees man from the influence of Satan, it frees him from his own little world, and allows him to live in the light of Gods presence. There is not better salvation than chastisement and judgment! ” (“The Experiences of Peter: His Knowledge of Chastisement and Judgment” in The Word Appears in the Flesh. Thanks be to Gods chastisement and judgment for saving me and allowing me to be reborn! In my future path of faith, I will spare no effort to pursue the truth, receive more of Gods chastisement and judgment, and thoroughly cast off Satans toxins to achieve purification, achieve a true knowledge of God, and become a person who genuinely loves God.
Movie blind eyes opened. My name is Marius, I'm from Romania and this creepy encounter happened to me 5 years ago. In that period I had problems sleeping, always staying late in front of a monitor, watching movies, playing games, etc. I never liked the idea to take a pill and drift of to sleep, so I searched the internet for natural remedies. in my country there are lots of folklore remedies for practically anything) In my search I found something about the white poplar tree. That if you get a small branch and put it under your pillow when you want to sleep, it will help you rest peacefully. I was at my parents apartment that time and remembered that I saw some white poplars I mentioned earlier in a park not far from my parents house. Went out, got like 2, 3 small branches and returned home. On that night, my parents had to attend a party, and my older brother was in his room. Just before they left they said to me that I can sleep in their bed... being a double bed and having a big flat TV they didn't need to tell me twice. So... after playing some mobile games, seeing half a movie, I looked at the clock and it was 30 minutes to midnight. So I said to myself it's time to try those branches and see if it works. Said and done, got myself ready for bed, programmed the TV to shut off after 3 hours, stuck those small branches under my pillow and closed my eyes. As I remember being there... my eyes got heavier and heavier by the second until eventually drifting off to sleep. That night was a full moon, the window blinds were slightly opened and some light from the moon was barely illuminating the room. In the dead of night... I started hearing some strange sounds around me that awoke me in the end. I'm not a heavy sleeper. I heard like multiple voices whispering on the floor, I was with my eyes shut still and thought that maybe it was the TV, but soon realized that it was off. By now I was a little scared... As I slightly opened my eyes I saw like a small humanoid figure made of congregated dust particles practically hovering above my arms that were sitting on my belly. In that moment of realization, I fully opened my eyes in panic and then the figure disappeared into thin air followed by a faint whisper saying "Opa. means " oops " in romanian. I quickly raised myself in a seated position and scanned the room for what I heard and saw, yelling "Leave me alone. I was in shock, didn't know what to do really, I just stood there, turned the TV back on and after an hour or so being practically speechless, eventually drifted of to sleep. I just want to say that I didn't get down from the bed, nor yelled for my brother that was at the other end of the hallway to come to me. At breakfast I started telling my brother what happened... At first I was sure he would think I was dreaming or imagined it... but by his facial expression I was sure he knew what I was talking about. He started telling me that he was disturbed by something the exact same night, didn't hear or see anything, but by chance had his photography camera and started taking flash shots in the dead of night. What he showed me convinced me that I didn't imagine things, and that something really did happened that night. There were multiple white streaks entering and exiting the room all over the place. This is my story. By intense searching for what has happened, I found something saying that those were forest elementals.
Soy la unica de mexico aqui? te amo sabrina mi sueño es conocerte ven a la CDMX de gira porfavor adoro tu música LIKE SI ES TU CANTANTE PREFERIDA DE TODO EL MUNDO. How can this girl be so damn talented and beautiful at the same time? CRYING. Omg i was tearing when he was opening his eyes idk why. Its our nature, especially knowing the worlds grasp, to doubt things like this and preachers claiming to heal. I mean, it dont take ten minutes of a Benny Hinn ritual to know that there are many of deceiving false prophets teaching false doctrines just like the Bible says! But Jesus and His disciples in His name healed many! I have witnessed two great miracles on this level first hand in person and witnessed doctors and surgeons speechless saying, It can Only be Gods mighty Power! Fact.
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HOW CAN ONE HUMAN BE SO ADORABLY BEAUTIFUL. GAAHHH. Love these kind of movies. The guy with the gray Nike shirt moved his eyes like he could see. She's gonna be big star soon, i know it. Blind eyes opened full movie. As an atheist, Id always imagined that when my life ended it would be as if the universe had flipped my switch to the “off” position. Senses, emotions, etc. all blinking to nothingness and silence, like I had never existed at all. This assumption couldnt have been further from the truth. The first thing I noticed when I looked around was that this place looked very much like a doctors office; but at the same time… very different. The room was divided into three sections. In the center was the widest of them. It had red carpet, one half looking brand new. The other half looked as though someone had set it on fire, then put it out again by stamping and smearing the ash everywhere. We stood in this area, a throng of at least a hundred, cordoned off on either side by ancient movie theater rope. At the front was a reception window with three rows. The cordon opened at the top of each side, where there were five office desks, at which sat expressionless assistants mindlessly typing away at their computers. Where the hell am I? I wondered. The closest person to me looked like a business-man of some sort. He wore an expensive blue shirt with that stupid white collar, black slacks, and fancy shoes he probably made his servants polish three times a fucking day. He was frowning and messing with his iPhone like he was trying to get reception. “Hey man, where are—? ” I started to ask. “Screw off. ” He interjected, pushing me with his shoulder as he shuffled away. Never even looked up from his damn phone. I scanned the crowd to discover this weird mixed bag of Wall Street guys and what I thought might be a church group. They gave that missionary vibe, a few of them holding those tiny copies of the New Testament. There were only a few of us “average joes” huddled toward the back of the two larger groups. Everyone seemed emotionally dead. I caught a few of those smirks though, the ones that tell you which individuals view themselves as superior; or that I was gross, or maybe both of these. Whatever, I know I dress like a hippy, but I aint nasty or dumb. Pricks. I remember thinking. At any rate, I didnt see anyone talking to me anytime soon. And based on the volume of us corralled, Id be there awhile. Glancing over at the nearest assistant- if thats what the fuck they were called- I saw she was free and inquired, “Excuse me, can you tell me where I am? ” Nothing. “Name? Location? Anything at all, if you dont mind that is. ” My sarcastic side leaked through on that last bit, which I expected her to get irritated at like most people I cross paths with. But she didnt. There was only silence. I didnt think this place could be anything like purgatory, or limbo. Quietly, I resigned myself to waiting out this mass of dimwits before getting to any concrete information. Thats when, from close behind me, I heard, “Hey. Whats your name? ” I turned to see a skinny kid with long brown dreadlocks smiling at me. He wore a dingy t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a worn-out pair of Converse. My kind of people. “Hi. Im Maura. Whats yours? ” “Ned, ” he replied, saying, “You look like you could use a smoke. ” He produced a pack of Marlboro Reds, offering one and lighting another for himself. No one called him out, so I bummed his lighter and followed suit. I took a long draw, that familiar sweet, but biting sensation of the nicotine flooding my lungs. “Weird how we can still feel shit, huh? ” I nodded and took another hit. Then I repeated the question, “So do you know where the hell we are? ” He exhaled, laughing under his breath as he answered, “Cant you tell? ” He took another puff, raising his eyes to look around the room, “Were in the fucking waiting room. ” For the first time, I noticed that the motif of the rest of the room was very much like that of the carpet. The right side was totally new and clean. The left, while not badly burned like the floor, had no doubt seen better days. The white walls and beige trim were cracked, peeling, and faded as was the tile on the floor. The appearance of the assistants differed greatly as well. Though both sides wore white outfits with beige cardigans, the men and women to the right were crisp in appearance. As if someone had 3D copied them from a 50s edition of Good Housekeeping, crisp. While on the left… Well, to be honest it was as though a building had just collapsed on them and they had gone straight back to work. Their clothes were tattered, covered in debris. They were completely disheveled in general. A few people even had wounds dripping blood everywhere. Yet still, they tap, tap, tapped away at their keyboards. Who got sent where was pretty obvious from this set-up. I shuddered at the concept of this being reality, trying to hit my cigarette again. It had burned down, though, so I looked at Ned and inquired if he would mind donating another. He told me no problem, and found the ones wed removed to have reappeared. “Damn, ” we both breathed. We lit up again and took a few more hits before he looked at me and asked, “So what happened to you? ” I thought as hard as I could, “Well, its really blurry; it happened so fast. But… I think it was a car wreck, like I crazy flipped. Im just fucking glad it was quick. ” I laughed and shot the question back at him, noticing his smile break slightly. His jaw tensed for a moment before he said, “I over-dosed. ” My empathy meter shot through the roof, “Shit, Im sorry man. I had an accidental myself once. ” “Nah”, he said, “It wasnt like that. I fired up enough heroin to kill a horse. Knew exactly what I was doing. ” He looked directly into my eyes, all light-heartedness having dispersed. “I never believed in heaven, hell… any of that bullshit. I was tired, just couldnt handle it out there anymore. You know? I wanted… quiet. But since Im here now, Im pretty sure wherever the fuck I wind up wont be any place peaceful at all. ” I knew exactly what he meant, or at least related to those thoughts. Id often longed for that quiet myself, in my own morbid fantasies. Ned was solemn for a few minutes, then we struck up our conversation again. We continued talking like that until we felt as though eons had passed, and we fell back to silence like those around us. Eventually, the majority of the snobbish groups wound up on the left. On the other hand, some people even I would have expected to go that way were sent to the right instead. That gave me hope for Ned and me, at least. It wasnt long before he came to the middle line, which Id ascertained was the check-in point. There his name would be taken, and they would ping him in his direction. Then he would receive an index card (of whose purpose I was unaware) and he would be off to whatever great beyond awaited him. He stepped to the window. then to the left. My heart sank for him. As he approached the first empty desk I could tell he was doing his best to remain staunch, disciplined, accepting of his fate. I could see the internal terror behind his eyes, however, at whatever destiny that might entail. Just as he lowered his ass into the wretched chair, a phone rang loudly behind the left front window. The woman snatched it tersely from the receiver, listened for a moment, then slammed it back down without speaking a word. She motioned for Ned to return, where he gratefully returned his index card and swiftly made his way across to the righthand side of the waiting area. I could have leapt with joy for the poor guy as I hoped that didnt happen to me (even though hed been the only one this occurred with. I thought I saw tears running down his cheeks, and the biggest smile was on his face. Being next, I stepped up to the center aisle window. The woman behind the glass looked confused when she saw my face, frantically typing away and searching through a tall filing cabinet which stood a few feet behind her. I guess she couldnt find me in the system. She turned back, exasperatedly threw her hands into the air, and exclaimed, “What the fuck are you even doing here, Addison? ” I was both shocked and amused, but before I could react she punched a button somewhere above her head and told me to come back later. Much later. The floor began to shake violently. I almost shouted, thinking it was an earthquake. Then I realized it was a strong, steady vibration that seemed to come from all around. Suddenly the ceiling parted, a blinding white glow enveloping me in a searing wave of heat. Everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a hospital bed. My parents were there. I asked them what happened, but they were hysterical. I had no idea why. Later I got the full scoop from my doctor, who informed me that Id been in a crash involving myself and multiple other vehicles. Having suffered critical injuries, I lapsed into a coma. I had remained so for the next six months. None of the doctors believed I would wake up at all. My parents had felt it selfish to keep me there for themselves, and had decided to let me go. But when they pulled the plug, and turned off all the machines… I took a sharp gasp and within moments woke up. I wont bore you with details of my arduous recovery. I just had to get this out in hopes of sharing it with, well, anyone who might believe it really. And best of luck by the way, when you find yourself in the waiting room.
Eldris, against her better judgement, cracked open the tome (perhaps best to call it just a somewhat thick book) of photographs she had collected over the years, from Lazlo's camera and those of the ghosts of her friends and acquaintances. Some, even, from civilian cameras, photographs from City events given to her later by the archive Warlocks due to her presence in them. She was too emotionally fragile not to be hurt by some photo or another, and yet she carried on, careful not to ash her cigarette on the book. Most photos, she glazed over. Even ones she expected to be affected by, she simply glanced at and moved on. Then her eyes fell on a photo of herself shooting a dirty glare at the camera. Her hair was pale, almost bone-white. Her face was gaunt, and a good amount was hidden behind an eyepatch. A half-smoked cigarette hung from her vaguely-sneery lips and her frame was obscured by a baggy, wrinkled jacket, its brown leather peeling all over. The background was obscured by darkness, but she knew exactly where it was. It was nearly two years from the Leviathan raid. Though she couldn't have imagined it at the time, it would be only two more months before the murder of Cayde-6 and Windsor's early return from the Four Winds Bar. Alois took the picture with an actual camera, a functional reproduction of an ancient polaroid camera he'd found in some curiosity shop in New Kostantiniyye, a neighborhood that'd seen better days before the war but had remained more intact than most surrounding it. The ruined train station in the Cytherean city of Ostia. Two hours after the picture was taken, they were in a makeshift cell that a gang of Fallen had fashioned out of the ruins of some ancient hotel or apartment. Eldris had allowed them to be spotted, their incarceration leading them closer to the heart of this poor attempt at a hideout than they may have easily gotten via usual methods. Ever-faithful Alois had gone along with her plan, but now, at the end of a long series of such plans, he could no longer help but be the voice of reason. "You must know there is nothing here. What. Look around you, my girl. Do these seem like the sort to have advanced technology the likes of which the City has rarely seen. Well, the Fallen are scavengers. There's no telling what kinda shit. Stop. I have had enough. I do not mind tagging along on all these misadventures with you, but I cannot stand your constant state of delusion. I refuse. I will not allow this to go on. Admit to yourself what you are doing. What. If you do not admit what you are actually doing with all these stupid missions, I will not talk to you until you do. What are you saying, Alois. I refuse to enable you any longer. Tell me why we are here. They may have technology that can. No. What the fuck do you want me to say. What you are doing. I just did. Well, then you are lost. You know where to find me when you are ready to be an adult. Alois said as he stood. "Where you think you're going. Alois looked back at Eldris for a moment before kicking the door down and quickly slaying the vandals guarding it with his sidearm. "Stop acting pathetic" he said as he took his leave. Eldris sat in stunned silence for a length of time she never quite ascertained, reeling from her friend's words. More vandals came, understanding from Alois's effortless escape that perhaps something might be amiss with the other prisoner. Much to their confusion, they found Eldris sitting quite exactly where they left her. The two vandals met the Hunter's eyes as she half-acknowledged them, contemplating the truth of what Alois said to her. Eldris stood, and began to walk past the vandals as if they were people on the street. One of them snapped out of his shock to try and stab her, but quickly took a hard, fast fist to the face. The other simply stood down and let her walk out, baffled by the interaction. Directly from the Fallen den, she flew home. Walked into the apartment she shared with her girlfriend. It was now 9pm. Freya lay on the couch in the living room, like she always did these days. She saw her head perk up as she walked in the door. The way they locked eyes, Eldris would almost have believed they could see each other. "We need to talk. she made herself mutter, just audibly enough to be sure Freya heard her. "What. Hm, maybe not. "I said we need to talk" Eldris warbled. As loud as she was, she could not disguise the breaking of her voice. "Oh. Mm. Lemme guess, is this it for us. Yeah. Finally accepting that we don't know what's up with my eyes and we certainly aren't going to fix it. Yes. OK. A sting of silence hung in the air between them for a moment. "You know, I'm. willing to make this work, if you're finally committed to breaking your obsessive denial. No, I. I think it's best if we break up. I can't. handle this. I don't have it in me. So that's it? Kicking the blind girl to the street 'cause you can't. No, you can keep the apartment. I just. I'm gonna transmat my movies and my clothes. Armor and guns I mostly keep in the vault already. You can have everything else. I'll help with bills until you can find something steady, be it another roommate or a source of income. I'm. not coming back. Er, where are you going. I'll figure something out. If I can't stay with friends, I'll carve something out in the wilds somewhere. Hm. so, this is really it. Yes. I'm sorry, Freya. From the bottom of my heart. I was a bad girlfriend. I didn't listen. I wasn't there for you. I deluded myself to avoid dealing with my emotions and my baggage and. I. I guess the only thing I can do now is admit I fucked things up and let us both move on. Thank you for admitting that. she said quietly. "Yeah" Eldris said quickly, almost under her breath, as she quickly, sheepishly walked to their room to transmat her belongings. With Lazlo's storage now completely full, she made a quick trip to the Tower vaults to deposit her belongings before heading to New Kostantiniyye. She found the correct door almost immediately, the townhouse having darker bricks than the surrounding ones and an ornate white door with gilded inlays. Every bit as gaudy as the man inside. Eldris swallowed hard and knocked. "Bonjour. Have you something to tell me. Alois answered, clad in a deep crimson velvet robe that trailed on the floor behind him. His hair was not quite as feathery as usual, dampened by the shower he seemed to have stepped out of less than half an hour ago. He smelled of lilac and vanilla, and his house emanated a certain cleanliness that the dirty, ragged Hunter felt almost embarrassed to exist in the doorway of. "I broke up with Freya. Admitted I've been. going off the fucking deep end, honestly. I need to get away and push the reset button. A change of scenery is a start, but it is not everything. That said, I am proud of you for starting. I take it from the way you have come here after your breakup that you are not sleeping at home tonight. I gave her the apartment. Um, honestly, I was going to ask if I could crash her for a few nights. You may. Alois stepped aside and waved her in. Eldris stepped trepedatiously into his lavish home, doing her best not to track any dirt in. "If you are comfortable doing so, I ask that you allow me to wash those filthy clothes of yours. You may feel free to borrow something of mine after drawing a bath. Or, if you are anything like my most recent guest, you may feel free to shower instead like some rabbleur. Eldris exhaled in a way implying a chuckle. "Fine. But don't look. Like I'd bloody want to look at a woman naked. Claude! Transmat her clothing into the machine à laver! And show her to the guest facilities. The nice ones. Ugh, do I have to? That. that feels weird, man" Alois's ghost protested. "Does our guest find it so. Eh, I'm too lazy to give a fuck right now, but it's slightly Dracula-ish in vibe. More importantly though, you have multiple guest quarters sorted by niceness? What the fuck is your house, dude. Ithaca has had a good fiscal year. My sister is a fine CEO and it's all too much fun being her hired muscle. It's almost hard to imagine someone as scrawny as you being anyone's "hired muscle. Need I remind the lady guest how it feels to receive a blade of sunlight to one's vitals. Are you fucking asking me if I'm doubting that a Warlock can easily obliterate someone? It was a dumb joke about your physique, are you forgetting that I'm a Guardian too and extremely obviously know how Light works. Forgive me, I have. how is it said, dented a bottle of wine tonight. You speak perfect English. You know it's "made a dent. Someone's getting snipey at the man allowing her to recover under his roof. I'm sorry. I'm pretty shaken up right now. I understand. Tomorrow, we shall set the day aside to restore your vitality. First, I shall introduce you to the pleasures of Renaudot, the finest cafe in all of civilization. Perhaps their cherry strudel and, trust me, camel milk is long overdue after so many months eating only rations, as if trying to prove something or other. I'd accept a bagel and shitty coffee. In my care, you needn't settle for anything but the finest. Yeah, but I want a greasy, cheesy bagel and objectively mediocre coffee. Then. Fine, have your oily American carb ball and plebian bean spit. Afterwards, I have an appointment with Cherie at Sculpteur des Nobles, but. I gift it to you, mon cher. And what the hell is this place. The most exclusive salon in all civilization. Your hair, it is withered. Dreadfully so. Lost its pigmentation, and so tragically anemic. but trust Cherie with but one hour, and that straggling ponytail shall less resemble an actual horse's arse and more resemble. mm, something intentional. You don't think actively shaving the sides looks intentional. Tell me honestly, is it patchy from stress or because you are. not good at it. Stress, you fuckhole. I apologize. Anyway, the results shall fool anyone into thinking your hair is healthy. And after that. Libations! At L'Palais du Nord! Although it shall still be too bright out for that place. Oh! You could perhaps show me some films you've yet to. Hm, OK. I'm very onboard with that. Have you seen Priority Mail, from 2113. No. The Lighthouse, from 2019. No. Cravel's Grave, from 2574. Not once. That'll fill the afternoon. Très bien! Bon nuit, mon ami. Alois peeled off into the depths of his absurdly lavish apartment, leaving Eldris with nothing, even the clothes on her back, except that which could be found in his guest room. Which, it turned out, was practically an entire studio apartment unto itself, complete with kitchen, bathroom and even a walk-in closet. "I can't tell if this guy has no respect for money, or wayyy too much respect for it. Well, either way, looks like we're starting over. Again. Except, you know, it's because you chose to, not because the Cabal randomly showed up to destroy humanity" Lazlo replied. "Yeah, it's a much nicer circumstance, isn't it. Eldris agreed. She stalked about the well-furnished room, getting the lay of the land. She inspected the clothes in the closet that were on offer. "Think I'll. hm, I'd rather, uh, put on whatever you got in storage when I wake up. Rather wear slightly sweaty armor than. mm yeah. Not about his stuff. And I see I do have the option of showering before bathing, rather than sitting in my own filth like a retard. heh. oh man, I hope he can't hear me. I don't think he can, but we can switch to neural link if you'd prefer. Mm, maybe in a bit. Speaking of preference, though, I'm not wasting any time in that salon tomorrow. Transmat me my razor. Lazlo materialized Eldris's razor into her hands. Untying her hair, she turned the razor on and plunged it into her hair. Within a few minutes, it was all off her head. "Fuckin' calling it patchy. Are you mad at Alois. I'm. I guess I'm a little. touchy. I needed that wake-up call earlier, I did. I guess maybe I'm a little. upset that I did. That I didn't come to the realization organically, on my own. And I'm taking that out on him because I'm feeling offended I was called out so harshly on my total bullshit. But I'm grateful, cause honestly, I dunno how long I was gonna drag that shit out. Years, maybe. Tonight, Alois spared both me and Freya years of pain. And I guess I'm just. I dunno. I'm ready to sleep. Mind transmatting that shit off his floor so I don't gotta bend down. Sure. Get some rest. You've had a really, really big day today. And I'm proud of you, even if you needed to be pushed. I'm prouder to be your ghost than I would've been if you dragged on. Eldris smiled. "I appreciate you more than you know, Laz" she said as she wrapped herself in Alois's fine silken sheets. She chuckled as she felt the pillowcase against her freshly-shaven head, rubbing it against the cool silk before settling in and quickly fading into sleep, both in the memory, and in the present.
TW: abuse (sexual, verbal, emotional) suicide, drug abuse, alcoholism. Pretext: New here. This is bound to be a bit rambly and ranty as I only recently discovered there's a whole community who might understand, and I feel the need to give good context to this current situation. A lot of my background discusses my parents as a unit, but I promise this is primarily about my mom. Also, just to get it out of the way, I do have a therapist, he is wonderful, and he is familiar with all this. Background: I was born into a large extended family, so tight-knit I couldn't see all the shit swept under the rug for years. Family was the highest priority, and if you asked little intheFrOG, I would have said it was loving and supportive! I was happy. (Generally. Looking back, I did have anxiety since I could remember, which resulted in a few meltdowns. I recall one particular incident when I was maybe 8 years old and I remember being so scared of mething. that I had to run away. I didn't, my mom stopped me. Things were good overall, as far as I was aware, until middle school. In middle school, I met a bunch of wonderful people, many of whom are still my friends to this day. They encouraged me to come out of my shell and opened my eyes to a lot of what's out there. (Up until this point, I had zero interests/exposures outside of what my parents approved of. I didn't have any idea what pop music/culture was like, I didn't wear anything my parents didn't pick out for me, I had no friends my parents didn't approve of. My first couple weeks of middle school were a crash course in pop culture, interpersonal relations, and sex ed. I felt so grown up, having interests and experiences outside of my parents, and I loved (most) of it. Talk of sex made me extremely uncomfortable. It felt dirty, and wrong, just to talk about it. It felt bad to joke about it. I ended up getting so bent out of shape, stressing about the whole thing, that I was losing sleep, withdrawing into myself. But I had a problem, and parents are there to help solve problems, right? So, I approached my mom. I explained how I was feeling, and how I didn't understand why this felt so bad. My mom said I didn't react that way when we had "the talk" and asked why I didn't bring this up then. I was confused. because we never had the "birds and the bees" talk. I found out everything from my friends at school. Of course, I said that, and my mom got angry. She treated me like she caught me in a lie, and about my emotional issues regarding sex said two things: 1. sex is part of life, so you're gonna have to get over it. 2. "Well honey. SIGH. I want you to know that I was sexually abused by a family member when I was a child, so if this is something you ever need to discuss, I want you to know you can talk to me. I remember walking out of the room after that conversation completely baffled. Why was my mom claiming we had a sex talk? Why did she give me such conflicting messages? Who said anything about sexual assault. A few weeks later, my cousin/best friend ran away from home to escape what had become constant sexual abuse from my uncle. I was distraught. This was worsened by my parents telling me that they "couldn't believe she was so promiscuous to seduce him" and that they "were so glad they still had control over" me. I think understandably, my grades took a hit. Middle school is hard enough, let's add family drama, a missing best friend, a pedophile uncle, wild and (in hindsight) inappropriate discomfort talking about sex, and my first real tension with my parents. My parents were less than understanding. They got mad and stayed mad for the rest of the school year. Nothing major, but there was a new, underlying anger. Another thing at play here was the fact I was beginning to hate myself. Perhaps because my life felt like it was falling apart, I think it was more likely that I was just a 13-year-old girl. Regardless, I was. I hated myself, which made me look for distractions. Distractions meant I was putting off responsibility (homework) which meant my grades suffered which made me feel like a failure which made me hate myself. Not shockingly, this continued. It got slowly but steadily worse over the next few years. Evolving in such small increments that the change didn't register. My mom developed migraines, and on her "headache days" she turned mean. She would apologize profusely the next day, in the beginning. Then it turned into a simple apology. Then a shrug of acknowledgment. Then nothing, her comments were to be expected, as it was expected that I had already forgiven her because she had a headache. Her comments lost their sting as time went on, as well, but as I grew used to one, she would bring out another. "You're lazy" turned into "you're a bitch" turned into "I'm not surprised XYZ hates you. Now, for context here, my relationship with my dad got worse too. I will come back to my mom, and this is primarily about my mom, but I think this is important to understand everything. My dad was much more aggressive. He is an angry drunk and was blacked out most nights. He did not like me. This resulted in some brutal confrontations. Whatever was bothering him at the time did not matter, as he would call me into the living room and "talking" to me was his stress release. It didn't matter how it started, the ending was always the same. Sometimes he wanted to "debate" current issues. (No matter my position, it was wrong. Sometimes he was mad about something I did or didn't do. Sometimes he would frame it as a "learning experience" ie. "I'm mad about something at work. If you don't do better in school, you're going to be like this person. You aren't even trying in school. Oh, you are? Then you're too stupid to be in society. Now thank me for motivating you to do better. Not going into the room wasn't an option. Neither was arguing back or giving any sort of response other than being stoic and saying what he wanted me to say. He never hit me, but it was also never a guarantee that he wouldn't. He was very good at drawing lines in the sand and then barely crossing them. Drawing another, and crossing it. It was enough to make me feel completely unsafe, but also sound crazy if I ever talked about it. "My dad's crazy! He yelled at me. Like, yeah, okay. The closest he came to physical was chasing me into my room and cornering me. He never got closer than maybe two feet from me, but it terrified me. He also threw things not AT me but in my direction. But worse than that was the constant threat of being kicked out of my house. It was never promised that I would have a roof over my head the next day, and that messed with me. The other thing he did, which honestly I loved, was he would give me the silent treatment. He wanted to "show (me) how little (I) actually matter to (his) life. It always ended up hurting, but let me tell you, those first 48 hours after he decided I don't exist? Pure bliss. As long as I stayed out of his way (physically, because his ignoring me went to the point of pretending I was literally not there, so he would hit me with doors and whatnot if I was in the way) I was fine. No yelling, no name-calling. I would have an extra hour or two a day to do whatever I wanted because I wasn't standing in the living room getting my head ripped off. After those two days though, anxiety set in because he could flip the switch and come after me with a vengeance, and I never knew when that was coming. Also, the pain, because even though I was an older child, I was still a CHILD and having a parent spend up to 3 weeks straight demonstrating that I don't matter hurt. Anyway, back to mother dear. She had and continues to have a very distinct pattern. Comfort me when I'm low, make me feel loved, take it all back. When my dad would be done with me and I was obviously distraught, my mom would swoop in. Gently knock on the door, ask if I'm okay. Sit beside me, hold my hand. Make me feel like maybe I And I fell for it. Every time. Of course, she would conveniently turn a blind eye to what was happening in the moment. As soon as my dad started to raise his voice, she would disappear to do something somewhere else in the house. He's threatening to kick me out, loud enough that my neighbor told me she was going to call the cops next time, and my mom is in the room above us apparently suffering from transient deafness. But I was alone and scared, and my mom comforted me. And I would lean on my mom had a "headache day" or got mad about something, or my dad got mad again. And then suddenly my mom is tearing up my photos off my door, complaining about how awful I am on the phone, etc. etc. Not as direct, rarely in my face. But intentional and damaging nevertheless. For the sake of brevity, ha) I'm going to skip a few stories and save those for another day. We jump now to the biggest fight, which occurred when I was 17 years old. My mom had been in a car accident which left her unable to drive or lift anything remotely heavy for a while. Due to the fact that my dad worked full time and my sibling was a preteen, running the house (shuttling sibling to and from school and therapy, sitting with them while they were suicidal, getting groceries, planning meals, bringing my mom to appointments, etc. fell on me. I can only assume my mom took my doing all this as me falling into line of some sort. whatever her reason, she decided one night that we needed to talk about a "family situation. This "situation" was that my uncle (who I saw regularly) yes the one who raped my cousin) yes also the one who *spoiler* molested my sibling) yes the very same one who *double spoiler alert* molested me) was the family member who molested my mom. Turns out, it was common knowledge amongst all the adults that this uncle is a pedophile. But it's okay because he was beaten up for making CP when he was a teenager. (Clearly, that didn't stop him, as he was in his 40's when he was messing with my sibling and I but my mom had no response to that point. She also tried to tell me that, well, SHE survived it, so I'll be fine. She thought it was "more important that (I) have a relationship with the family than (Uncle) gets stopped. I was disgusted, and I told her so. She literally brought me over to the house of a known pedophile, whose abuse she experienced first hand, and let me spend time with him. Go swimming in his pool. Let him take me on (short, granted) trips ALONE. When I got mad she was shocked. She said I can't be mad because she's a victim. I pointed out that someone can be a victim AND an abuser and the former doesn't justify the latter. She told me I was victim-blaming. This conversation ended with us agreeing to disagree. at 17, I felt this problem was way over my head, and decided that I would just try to get through the next couple years until I could get out. (Potentially of note, at the time of this conversation, I wasn't fully confident I had been molested. I thought my memories were bad dreams because I couldn't remember details. And until this conversation, I thought it wasn't a realistic possibility. As one would expect, things did not get significantly better from this point, until I went to college. Some physical distance between my parents and I did a load of good, and being able to live my life just for me was amazing. Until my mom decided " she) wasn't ready for (me) to leave the house yet" and I got pulled from college. I had no money to pay for school (or an apartment) and I was going to get no financial aid if my parents were on my FAFSA, so I was stuck, it seemed. Things were worse than ever before (my parents put a keylogger on all the computers in the house, restricted food I was allowed to eat, regularly gave my stuff to my sibling. Privacy was not a thing; my phone was gone through, no lock or latch on the bathroom door or my door. My mom would regularly go into my room for god only knows what reason. I started living in a disgusting living space because it was the only way to deter my mom. Until my parents randomly decided that they were going to pay for me to go to a trade school, and my options were either I take this program or I get out of their house by the end of the week. I decided an education was going to let me get more money so I could go back to school and get my life back on track, and I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I went for it. Plenty happened between then and 2019, but I'm going to skip it as it isn't directly pertinent to my current situation. Imagine some ups, mostly downs, a move halfway across the continent, my wedding, and a very fragile, big mistake of a reconciliation with my mother. As crazy as it sounds, I honestly forgot how bad things were that happened. I got used to them, didn't think about them, and next thing I knew, they were out of mind. November 2019. My best friend, while staying at my house, attempted suicide by overdosing on pills. I called my mom, looking for some sort of comfort. In that phone call, she convinced me that we couldn't handle moving on our own, and she was flying out. (My SO supported whatever I thought was necessary/whatever I wanted. My mom and I had been pretty good for a while, so as obvious of a bad idea as this is to you now, we were thankful she was coming out. Things got increasingly stressful the week she was here. instead of focusing on moving and dealing with emotions, my time was now split between moving, dealing with emotions, and entertaining our "guest. But it came to a head the last night. My SO went to bed, and my mom and I stayed up talking. Just catching up on people we hadn't seen in a while, pleasant conversation. My mom offered to pay an unexpected bill that came up while she was here. I was hesitant, but she insisted. The bill wasn't one I was particularly comfortable pushing off, and honestly if someone is willing to give me money, sure. I expressed my gratitude by saying (essentially) that I owed her one. (I KNOW, okay? I feel like I was walking into a basement in a horror movie. Predictable and stupid. It seemed the instant my mom heard I felt indebted to her, the very moment I felt comfortable relying on her, it switched. We had to talk about a "family situation. This time, it's revealed that my dad is abusing her. She also reminded me that my parents' retirement plan is to move in with my husband and I. And she told me her mother is on the brink of dying. Drawing me in, it would seem? Laying on the guilt, making me feel bad. I go so far as to hypothesize that she was trying to put the idea in my head to invite her to move in if/when she leaves my dad. And I kind of just nodded along, let her go on. Until she suggested that my SO and I move back to our home town. This has been a point of contention between us of late. My mom insists that despite neither of us wanting to move back, and despite the fact we have careers in our current location, and despite everything and anything we tell her, that we should move back to her town before we get pregnant because she "can't imagine me being pregnant without her there. And I told her that and now she's shut me out. Current situation: As pathetic as it might be, it really only just dawned on me that my mom is still pulling her same shit, and I'm still falling for it. My dad and I have a much more stable relationship as of now. I've intentionally created a facade of a good relationship with him that he very much believes. We don't talk much, and when we do it's small talk, but he thinks we're close. Good. I have thought up until now that I didn't need his approval or apology for my healing, so why would I talk about it with him? All it would do is hurt him, and I wouldn't benefit, so. I didn't see a point. My mom thinks our relationship is significantly better than it really is, in part because I thought it was better than it really is. But now I realize that this whole relationship is shitty, and just because it's not something I'm experiencing every day actively, I'm still dealing with it. I'm in therapy regularly, but this latest run through my mom's pattern of pulling me in and pushing me away has me pretty fucked up. And I'm tired. I'm tired of all of this. I'm tired of the constant drama, the anxiety and anticipation of if and when I'll hear from either of them. So I think I know what I need to do, and that is essentially NC. My SO and I are agreed (and have been for years now) that my parents would have very restricted, supervised access to our kids. We are trying (and have been for a while) so part of me wants to wait until we are pregnant and use that as an excuse to bring up everything. part of me wants to ghost my entire family now. Most of me wants to talk to them, and explain my problems, and inform them WHY I'm doing this, and give them a chance to reflect and maybe change. Complications: First, change? ha. Even I realize that is unreasonable. Both my parents need help, and neither is willing to get it. My mom tried to get my dad to go, and he straight out refused. He said, according to my mom, his "demons will consume" him if he "opens the box. Heavily implying he is suicidal, to some degree. My mom said she has gone but doesn't like it. Maybe my talking to them, explaining there are issues, will convince them to try? Well, no. My dad does not respect me. He does not respect my opinion, and to this day thinks I'm a bad kid. I'm almost 30, married, stable job. Never been arrested, never even snuck out. I mean I accidentally stole something when I walked out of the store holding it once. I'm being facetious. I'm not a bad person, and I honestly never gave my parents trouble. And he has made comments recently about how I need to learn to respect authority. (To him, HE is authority, no matter who he is speaking to. His boss? Well he's the authority on his job, so respect him. His employees? He's the boss, so respect him. Etc. So even if I say anything, he will just chalk it up to me being bad/causing drama/disrespecting him/whatever. My mom is way more complex. She is delusional, and I don't say that lightly. She literally lives inside a little bubble of reality that is completely separate from the rest of the world. She has no friends, only our family. She surrounds herself with people who support this bubble. She has proudly told me that she doesn't care what people mean, she takes what they say as she wants to hear it. (Ex. Someone could tell my mom her shirt is ugly, and my mom will take it as a compliment because that must mean she has prettier shirts, so therefore this someone is telling my mom she has good style. She is impossible to speak sense to because her logic is twisted. She has memories of things that never happened (like our sex talk) and absolutely no memory of things that 100% did happen. (She called one of my bridesmaids a whore in her very first interaction with her. "Hi, I'm intheFrOG's mom, you must be her whore friend. This was in a public place. Multiple people told me this happened. None of them were joking or had any reason to lie. I know - I KNOW - that if I attempt to talk to her about this, she will shut down. She'll blame me, call me names. Deny deny deny. This is why she doesn't like therapy and stopped going. Going to therapy means bursting her little fake reality bubble, and she wasn't willing to do that. So I suppose I'm asking for advice. What do I do? Do I try to talk to them, even though it will almost certainly not work, and will release unprecedented vitriol? Do I ghost them, and break their hearts? Do I wait until I'm pregnant, and use that as an excuse to bring things up? Do I start a fight so this doesn't feel out of the blue? If my mom's mother is dying, is this a particularly cruel time? What am I supposed to say? Yes hello mom I know we've been fine for like 8 months but suddenly I never want to talk to you again because of something that happened 10 years ago. Ugh. Thanks guys. Edit: Removed ranty/rhetorical questions regarding my uncle. I know this isn't the place to look for any advice regarding that situation, I sorta was just talking at that point.
Source: This Week at Bungie, were calling in reservations. Its been a wild week in Destiny 2. Inotam, Oblivions Triune, made their grand entrance into the Sundial. Guardians descended upon Mercury, weapons in hand, eager to protect the timeline from certain annihilation. While youve prevented the Psions from changing history, this isnt the last trial youll face - not by a longshot. Image Link imgur The first three Empyrean Foundation goals have been met with haste. One billion Fractaline isnt enough for the Foundation, and the next goal is currently in reach. Your next stop: 2. 2 Billion Fractaline donations. We knew youd rise to the challenge, but this? This is absolutely insane. Keep that Fractaline coming. Were seeing quite a few Guardians investing in their Fractaline futures, but many hitting the donation button to quickly earn some sweet Timelost weapons. The final triumph for the Savior Seal will be completed once the community completes the seventh stage of this event. Were excited to see a new title in the wild. Players will also unlock the ability to pre-order the Savior Bungie Reward pin once they have completed all Triumphs for the Seal. Image Link imgur Now, lets look at the calendar. We have some beats to cover that are coming up quick, with a new Season on the way in just over a month! Below, youll find details on Crimson Days, Destiny 2 Hotfix 2. 7. 1. 1, and a patch note preview for Season 10. Love is almost in the air Have you been feeling a bit lonely lately? Lacking a partner by your side in the heat of battle? Crimson Days is on approach, bringing the perfect opportunity for you to form an unbreakable Crimson Bond with a fellow Guardian. Video Link Crimson Doubles returns to the Crucible during the event, bringing explosive 2v2 combat to the fold. Stay close to your partner: youll each have heightened ability regen as long as you retain your Crimson Bond. If you stray too far away from each other, opponents will be able to see your every move. If youd rather take your partner out for a stroll in one of Destiny 2s PvE activities, Shaxx will offer bounties for you to complete in a two-person fireteam. As you complete Crimson Doubles matches and bounties, you and your partner will be showered in delicious candy hearts. To sweeten the deal, Daily and Weekly bounties will offer double XP. Bright Dust will also be rewarded when completing your weekly bounties. As you begin to stockpile Confectionary Hearts, they can be exchanged with Lord Shaxx for Crimson Days themed rewards, including two new Exotic Sparrows. Ride in tandem to show the strength of your Crimson Bond! Image Link imgur If this is your first Crimson Days event, or you didn't earn enough hearts in years past, rewards from previous events will also be available to earn alongside the new Sparrows. Image Link imgur Additionally, spare Confectionary Hearts may be exchanged for Warmhearted Gift packages containing Glimmer, with a slight chance for legendary loot. Once youve collected both Sparrows and claimed the associated Triumph, an exclusive emblem will become available through Bungie Rewards. Image Link imgur Eververse will feature many items from previous events for Bright Dust, including two new items exclusive to Crimson Days. One new item will be available for Silver only, the Heartfelt Union Multiplayer Emote. Image Link imgur Here's the emote in action: Video Link Crimson Days will be available from February 11 to February 18, 2020. Cutting Edge Were a little over a month out from the next Season of Destiny 2 and this seems like a good time to start talking about Sandbox. Over the next few weeks, well be covering upcoming changes to weapons and abilities. Some changes will be PvP-centric, while others will bear more of a PvE focus. Our first subject: Swords. Some are sharp. Some are blunt. One lets you bend space and time to teleport through enemies. Another has projectiles that can take down foes at range. Since the launch of Destiny 2, weve been seeing feedback on general functionality and the team has been kicking around ideas on how to make things a bit more enticing. After some brainstorming and development time, Swords are receiving a sort of tableflip when it comes to light attacks, heavy attacks, and guarding. While youll still rip and tear through opponents, as you would expect from a Sword, most of what you know needs to be unlearned. The blades have been rebalanced, and a new energy meter is making its way to swords. Below, youll find a full rundown from our development team. Dev Team: Swords are getting a little more love this Season. While Swords have been a staple of Destiny ever since their introduction in The Taken King, we felt they were due for an update both to freshen them up, but also to allow us more room to work with them in later releases. Sword Energy Swords now have their own reserve of energy that recharges naturally on its own, and is not to be confused with ammo capacity. This energy will overtake your melee slot while youre wielding a sword and is spent on various actions. Guarding Guarding now uses sword energy instead of consuming ammo. Different guards have different consumption rates, damage resistance and behaviors, so be sure to experiment and find a guard type you like. Youll still need at least one ammo to begin guarding, though. Back during Season of the Drifter, the Stronghold exotic for Titans was introduced, allowing them to guard with relative impunity and opening up a more interesting opportunities for swords to shine in a variety of content which caused us to take another look at the guard function itself. Although the guard function has always existed, it was never really considered worth the cost. With this change, we hope that players will use their guard intelligently to protect themselves instead of it being an almost unused button. Rest easy, Stronghold has also been modified to still allow Titans a unique guarding experience. Light Attacks Grounded light attacks for all Swords will now loop for an infinite combo, and all Swords can cleave. While the basic three hit combo is quite a staple of melee weapons in many games – In a shooter this leaves the player extremely open to enemies. By letting the light attacks loop, we also push them and the heavy attacks apart further. Cleaving on light attacks was previously only on the Aggressive Swords, but we opted to add it to the rest of them for more hack ‘n slash. Heavy Attacks Heavy attacks now consume Sword energy. While you are always able to perform a heavy attack, the attack is stronger when you have full energy, and weaker when you dont. A lot of swordplay in many situations simply boiled down to endlessly mashing the heavy attack button instead of mixing up attacks which wasnt quite the most interesting experience. Do note that aerial heavy attacks as a general rule do not consume Sword energy, but that can vary based on the Sword. Shield Bypass A portion of most Sword attacks can partially bypass elemental shields. We added this to give Swords a little bit of a personality difference from shotguns who share a very similar role in combat as powerful CQC weapons. In general, Swords have also had some of the damage amounts for different attacks changed, and the various Sword perks have been adjusted. So youll want to experiment a bit after the changes hit. We do hope youll enjoy the changes. Blinded by the Light Image Link imgur Hotfix after Hotfix, Destiny Player Support is here for you. Timetables, known issues, and frequently asked questions are handled with care. They approach each conversation with white gloves and gold standards. This is their report. CONTRIBUTING TO EMPYREAN RESTORATION On Tuesday, the Empyrean Restoration went live. Player Support noticed that some players were confused on how to participate and contribute their Polarized Fractaline. To do so, players must complete the Bright Light quest from Saint-14. To unlock this quest, players must complete the following prerequisites: Complete the following quests from Osiris: A Matter of Time. Then, complete Saint-14s quests: Tribute to the Colonies, Cornerstone, and A Guardians Duty. CRIMSON DAYS AHEAD Next week, Crimson Days returns to the Crucible. Our Help article will update on February 11, 2020, to bring you updated information about the event, including that it will end at the weekly reset on February 18. Here are a few known issues about the event: Players will be unable to accept Lord Shaxx's "Fire of the Crimson Days" emblem if they already have this emblem in their inventory. Deleting the emblem will allow them to accept the new one and complete the “Welcome to the Crimson Days” Milestone. Players who are removed from a match and rejoin will not be able to respawn until the current round ends. These player will see "Waiting for Ally to Revive" for the remaining duration of the round. Crimson Days bounties do not advance the Crucible Bounty Vendor Challenge. HOTFIX 2. 1 AND RESOLVED ISSUES Next Tuesday, February 11, we will release Destiny 2 Hotfix 2. This update will resolve some issues currently affecting players. Here is another preview of some of the issues that will be resolved: The Efrideets Gift Triumph will retroactivity unlock for players who turn in 50 Iron Banner packages in Season of the Dawn. The Get Closer pursuit will no longer have its progress reset when resetting Infamy. This is retroactive and will auto-complete for any player who has already been above Mythic rank this season. A Season 9 Iron Banner Triumph has been added that tracks purchased packages from Lord Saladin. This is also retroactive. Additionally, heres the timeline for the Destiny 2 Hotfix 2. 1 release on Tuesday: 8:00 AM PST (1600 UTC) Destiny 2 maintenance will begin. Players may experience sign-on issues during maintenance. 8:45 AM (1645 UTC) Players will be removed from activities and will be unable to log in until 9 AM. 9:00 AM (1700 UTC) Destiny 2 Hotfix 2. 1 will be released and players will be able to log in. 10:00 AM (1900 UTC) Destiny 2 maintenance will end. CURRENT KNOWN ISSUES While we continue investigating various known issues, here is a list of the latest issues that were reported to us in our #Help Forum: Players are continuing to report increased Tower load times after Update 2. The Playin the Odds emblem doesnt drop and cannot be reacquired from Collections. While we investigate, the only way to receive this emblem right now is to reset your Infamy rank three times in one Season. In the Bright Future quest, Orbs of Light that are collected sometimes are not accurately reflected in the quests progress. Some players have reported that deleting or claiming a bounty may help with progression issues. For a full list of emergent issues in Destiny 2, players can review our Known Issues article. Players who observe other issues should report them to our #Help forum. Variety Image Link imgur Over the years, there have been quite a few “metas” in Destiny 2. Different Legendary weapons will take the spotlight from time to time, sometimes usurped by a truly Exotic underdog. This week, our winner brings a montage using every exotic in the game. Movie of the Week: SoaR-ing Video Link Honorable Mention: Guardian Bowl LIV Video Link Winners will find their new MotW-themed emblem in their collections within the next year or so. If you have some sweet clips or a fun montage, make sure to submit it to the Community Creations page. For carnage, or a chance for a sweet emblem, apply within. Were almost to the weekend, but well be scouting the Destiny Fashion scene for combinations worthy of an emblem. In case you missed it, we kicked off another Fashion Week on Tuesday. Only requirements: the Star Light, Star Bright emblem from the Guardians for Australia foundation effort, and a good eye for fashion. Reply to this tweet with a picture of your Guardian and the emblem equipped. If we retweet you, the Levantes Prize emblem will be granted to you within a week. Heres a quick example of a recent winner: My titan is a Lucha libre. He's ready to wrestle the fire. — Ivan ( Im_mudkip) February 3, 2020 I cant wait to see what combinations you cook up. Have a great weekend, and well see you next time. Cheers, Dmg04.
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/ Country - Japan / Fantasy / Directed by - Isao Takahata / 30784 votes. スタジオジブリ作品 姫の犯した罪と罰. 高畑 勲監督作品 朝倉あき 高良健吾 地井武男 宮本信子 高畑淳子 田畑智子 立川志の輔 上川隆也 伊集院光 宇崎竜童 中村七之助 橋爪 功 朝丘雪路（友情出演） 仲代達矢 原作／「竹取物語」 製作／氏家齊一郎 原案・脚本・監督／高畑 勲 脚本／坂口理子 音楽／久石 譲（サントラ／徳間ジャパンコミュニケーションズ） 主題歌／「いのちの記憶」二階堂和美（ヤマハミュージックコミュニケーションズ） スタジオジブリ・日本テレビ・電通・博報堂DYMP・ディズニー・三菱商事・東宝・KDDI 提携作品 特別協賛／KDDI・アイフルホーム 特別協力／ローソン・読売新聞 配給／東宝. A movie that will be strong throughout time. This movie was based on some Japanese myth. I believe if I'm not mistaken. Such a heart wrenching and beautiful masterpiece.
Like many others, I've been following Studio Ghibli for decades. I always found its stories to be mature, as well as fitting for younger audiences. Stories for adults with a child's heart. I also liked the way they -almost- always offered some hope, regardless how dramatic or even gloomy they could get.
For those saying this is poor animation, this movie has a style to it. It is supposed to look like simple Japanese paintings to fit the era and theme of the story. It's gorgeous and those saying it is poor animation wise, clearly do not understand animation. Η Ιστορία της Πριγκίπισσας kazuya mishima. Flor, frutifique e morra. I hope they do an English version I love Kiki's flying Delivery Service.
Was amazing… one of the most beautiful ever created…. Its 2018. when i watch that movie, i felt be like a kaguya. Then it makes me cry also makes me good memory. So its why i proud of chibli studio. all of chibli's films are so jewelry things. Nasça, cresça e morra Ainda assim o vento sopra, a chuva cai. What to do when you dont have a lot of things to do and a lot of time on your hands? Theres only one obvious choice and that is to binge on anime! My wife and I went to see The Tale of Princess Kaguya at our local theater, part of the Ghibli Fest series that shows up once a month. It was everything Id hoped for. Kaguya is found one day in a stalk of bamboo as a tiny doll-like creature by an old bamboo cutter who takes her home to his wife. She quickly transforms into a baby and the elderly wife miraculously begins producing milk. The infant begins to grow extremely quickly, earning the nickname “Bamboo” because of how fast bamboo shoots grow. Soon she has caught up to the eldest of the other children. Isao Takahata and Hayao Myasaki had spoken about the need to make a Japanese version of the western classic Heidi. Miyasaki was retiring at the time and Takakata agreed to do one more movie for the studio. Takahata reportedly told one journalist that Kaguyas childhood “ stems from my ideal image of what a child should be like ” and Heidi was a direct influence. The movie goes on to explore the happiness Kaguya and her friends knew as children of the country life. They wander from one adventure to the next, swimming naked in the river, catching birds in the forest and stealing melons from other farmers. Then one day, the old bamboo cutter discovers vast amounts of gold in a bamboo hed cut and then many different swaths of the finest silk in another. He decides that this was a sign from the gods that she should not live the life of a poor country girl and instead become a princess. Im not going to spoil it any further. The movie derives from an ancient Japanese story, The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter which is considered the oldest extant prose narrative of Japan dating back to the 10th century. The director spent years thinking about the story and struggling with how he could make a character people would empathize with. It cost over 49 million to make and in 2013 was the most expensive anime ever produced. The style of animation was deliberately simple with hand-drawn characters, lush watercolor backgrounds, and minimal props. Takahata did not live much beyond his masterpieces completion He died of lung cancer on April 5, 2018. Among his other works are Grave of the Fireflies and Anne of Green Gables. If I were to ascribe a color to this movie, Id assign it pink. The pink of a babys bottom and the pink of cherry blossoms. The pink of a young maidens cheek and the pink of the memories of youth. Perhaps even the pink of eyes that have wept in sadness and regret. The Tale of the Princess Kaguya hit 100% on Rotten Tomatoes which said: Boasting narrative depth, frank honesty, and exquisite visual beauty, The Tale of the Princess Kaguya is a modern animated treasure… and was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Animated Feature Film. There is a lesson in this story that is as valid today as it was a thousand years ago. When you get a chance, watch this movie. You wont regret it.
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This is the most joyful tune in the soundtrack. yet my eyes water and I have such a tight, heavy feeling in my heart. I have never heard so much melancholy and sorrow in such a cheerful piece of music. Probably my favourite tune. AniList.
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