The Hardest Things
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Christianity has spent 2000 years in the public spotlight. It has come under attack from without and, just as often, within. It has divided, divided, and divided. So much of the public face of the Church has been designed to be "user-friendly" and unoffensive. Nearly everyone has heard that Jesus died for them, to give them eternal life, if they believe. Everyone has heard that the devil is God's great enemy and is the sinniest sinner and rules hell. Most Christians believe that they need to keep their soul's gas tank full of goodness, or they'll go to hell.
Here is the truth.
Christianity, the way of being like Christ, is offensive. It automatically sets a person up as an asshole in the eyes of the world. This person struggles through life, trying (sometimes too hard) to please God and set a good example, and talks about the big "G" and his lessons constantly. This fanboy behavior creates enmity amongst non-believers, because, well, what a self-righteous dork.
That aside, it is offensive because it tells you that you are a creation, made by something stronger that judges you. It tells you that your life is not worthy, that YOU are unworthy, and will die for it.
There is no free will. There is no plan B. God didn't say, "shoot, adam screwed up, I'll get them through moses!"
No. God didn't choose Adam as his path to our salvation. Nor was Moses our savior. God's plan from creation's conception was Jesus. Yes, God's plan from the beginning was to spend thouands of years setting up examples, parables, anecdotes and a very specific genetic line so that he could be born and die for us.
He wrote his story perfectly. Every item in place precisely according to his plan. He planned and wrote everything from the beginning to the end, and we all do exactly as we are written to do. Yeah. God invented thought, is it so hard to believe he could make us believe we chose our own path? We feel like we make our decisions, but we do not. We are characters, pre-written
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Do you worship any deities, /x/? If so, which ones and why?
I'm thinking about starting to worship Hekate, though I want to be a little more certain of it before starting because I don't want to be wishy-washy in my worship. She embodies a lot of traits I greatly admire, and I'd like to make myself worthy of her. I'm not sure how I feel about the Greek pantheon as a whole, though.
Post your scary stories /x/
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>be me, high school student
>listening to boring history discussion
>feeling an urge to ditch class
>excuse myself to the professor cuz I "need to take some rest" at the infirmary
>professor agrees, probably too tired to care
>go downstairs, 4th floor
>feeling an urge to pee, i walk to the corridor leading to the restroom(our corridor is huge, its height is probably three times my size)
>i went in one of the three cubicles and took a piss
>suddenly i start to hear murmur
>cant understand due to shitty accent, but i think it was
>spectare supra te
>felt chill down my spine, now observing my surroundings
>i hesitantly checked the other cubicles, no one is inside
>no one is in the restroom except me
>murmur now returns to what seemed like a chant
>Spectare supra te, spectare supra te, spectare supra te~
>checked behind me, nothing was there
>cant make it out where that fucking noise is coming from
>nope the fuck out
>about to return to classroom, pale as fuck
>professor sees me as he exits the room
>asks me what was going on
>tell him i keep hearing something, but cant find the source of the noise in the restroom
>he stopped for a second, then asks me what was the noise i heard
>"spectare supra te"
>became pale, suddenly walks out to meet the principal
>i asked him what was wrong, wouldnt tell me
>the following day, the school invited a priest to bless the school, focused on the bathroom i took a piss
>principal talks to me, told me to forget what happened and to not tell anyone about it
now i graduated high school, return to my alma mater
>i noticed that the restroom was renovated and turned into a faculty staff room
>remembered that day
>went and checked my old history professor (the douchebag who wouldnt tell me anything that day)
>i asked what the fuck happened back then
>professor told me to talk about this outside the room cuz it seems the principal told everyone to keep their mouths shut about this but it was my right to know.
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General succubus thread for discussion about succubi, nymphs, sexy spirits, etc.
Discuss methods, experiences, lore, implications, whatever else you want.
Contain it here.
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No nope thread?
Let do this.
> be me
> be 26
> home alone
> wife was visiting family with the kid
> living in a rural area of Tennessee
> sitting in the living room watching 'gangland' or someshit. About 11pm
> at one point I think I hear a voice in the other room but shrug it off
> then about 5 minutes later I hear my wife from our bedroom call my name
> without thinking I just hop up and walk to the bedroom, forgetting that she's not home.
> open to door and nothing
>walk back and and hear my name called again but from then kitchen
> walk to the kitchen just in time to see something/someone walk around the corner.
> I call out asking who is there
> all i get is a soft answer
> " three three they come in three, beware of the coming of number three"
> as I get around the corner no one was there
> at this point I am freaking out
> I walk the house like a lunatic, turning lights on and looking around.
> after about an hour, while I'm just sitting on the couch again thinking it's just my mind or something
> trying to be rational about this whole thing.
> I hear a muffled deep yell/scream then a huge slam on the roof ( the floor upstairs)
> then again, then again, then again
> I'm freaking out at this point
> I go up the stairs, hearing noises and things breaking and this voice just talking to it self , like arguing with itself
> I open all the doors till I get to the last room
> I kick that fucker open and it all stops
> nothing broken or in disorder.
> after a while of looking around I head back down stair and get in my car and drive away from the house.
> head into town and get a hotel for the night and return in the morning to a normal house.
> very fucking confused as to what happened.
> nothing ever happened again.
About 3 months I was in a car accident that broke both my legs and my leg arm.....