Daily Doodles- Day 31- 17/05/24

There's nothing Biblical about attacking people.

I'm looking at you right-wing 'Christians'.

And no, I'm not American. Do not involve me in your ungodly politics.

Daily Doodles- Day 184- 18/10/24

Classic Victorian goth girl!

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Daily Doodles- Day 65- 10/06/24

KJV Psalm 91 : 4

'He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler'

This is a psalm for protection that I keep seeing mentioned and I've decided to memorise it.

I stopped doing it, so I need to get back into it, but what I do is read the psalm out loud every morning, because the same way we memorise songs by hearing them over and over is the same way we can memorise The Word.

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I 'came back to God' in early 2023 and that encouraged me to read the Bible.

Reading the Bible made me realize that what I learned in church (or what I didn't learn) was either false or incomplete.

Looking for the truth led me to videos like these and they flipped my understanding upside down.

That verse about even the elect being deceived? This series really opens your eyes to how deceived.

I'm posting this for those who are looking for truth to find. Of course, do your own research.

This video is part of a playlist, and I encourage you to listen to them all.

And as usual, I don't argue with people online. You'll be arguing with the wall because I will pretend that my inbox is empty. Speak with the creator of these videos. He's willing to hear you out and has the knowledge and patience to converse with you.

Dude, I'm so sorry about the Steven Universe ask. I mean, I shoulda known, this is the Steven Universe site™ after all, but still, sorry for being one of the reasons people are lambasting you >_>

Oh no worries! No worries! It's not your fault. They don't know the Lord. They're just doing what people who don't know the Lord do. Nothing new. It gets tiring sometimes just repeating myself, but so many of you guys are reaching out and saying encouraging things that I'm really not bothered.

I mean, like I said when I answered the question: that's what I really think and what I really believe about Steven Universe. And people won't like it. When people don't like things nowadays, they go no-holds-barred. 🤷‍♀️ I expected the backlash.

I wouldn't take it back or take it down. I'm glad you asked. I think people don't realize that, even if you don't see the White Diamond As God comparison, you're still getting the residue of what that means in the other values of Steven Universe. You're still getting the message "perfection is somehow a bad thing" or "you can be whatever you want and that's good" or "what you're made for isn't satisfying."

And I think Christians need to stop and think. Those messages aren't good; they don't line up with the truth. And when you start to look at them in any kind of careful observation, they fall apart and start to look silly.

So I wouldn't take it down, and I'm glad you asked!

After years of observing these caddisfly larvae, French naturalist and artist, Hubert Duprat, wondered if the caddis flies would use any materials to build their cocoon. He introduced flakes of gold, pearls and opals to the caddis flies and they did in fact use them for their cocoons. They use their own silk as the glue to hold their pupal constructions together.

Daily Doodles- Day 25- 11/05/24

Another catch up doodle! I drew a pretty girl with art nouveau hair!

I loved painting hair like this in the past. It's so flowy and pretty. I did the same with afros, just made the swoops smaller and more clustered.

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Daily Doodles-Day 45- 31/05/24

Catching back up with a cute mushroom girl I call Lani!

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Diary of an Ex-Witch- Story Idea

I have a new idea for a story.

It's going to be about a young woman who escaped from the lies of the new age and witchcraft. It was one of those random ideas that blossomed into something bigger.

I've decided to write it in a diary format. I'm now working on what exactly she would want to write about.

-How she woke up from the deception

-How she ended up sucked into the new age in the first place

-How these things have affected her relationships

-How has seeking Jesus changed her life

And many more ideas like that.

I'm also going to throw in a cult of delusional young women who think the demon lowercase g they're worshipping is actually doing them any favours. I saw this a lot on tik tok when I was on the app.

This addition is actually inspired by this witch I used to follow when I was in the new age. The demon lowercase g she 'works with' got upset with her because it didn't approve of one of the offerings and decided to drown her in her dream.

Yeah.

Short Story- Shades of Violet: By Adinelle Ggreeo

I can see the good and the bad in people.

Red and blue are what I see. Throughout my life, people have come in many different shades of purple.

We all have the capacity for good and bad within us. Our shades of purple depend on whether we choose to listen more to the angel or to the demon on our shoulders.

But there are those that have no angel at all.

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I can see the good and the bad in people. I've had this ability since I was a young girl. It appears to me as an aura around the person, emanating from their heart space. Red and blue are what I see. Red for bad, blue for good. Simple stuff. Though human beings are not that simple. Red and blue mixed make purple. Throughout my life, people have come in many different shades of purple. We all have the capacity to do good or bad. Our shades of purple depend on whether we listen to the angel on our shoulders or the demon. But there are those that have no angel at all.

One instance was in a church, of all places. An acquaintance of mine invited me to a Sunday mass at her community's church. She was very braggadocios with her invitation, telling me all about the beauty of the building and the status of her community. She was the kind of woman who cared too much about how she looked and what people thought about her. All the while, she judged others for those same insecurities. She was a little on the red side of purple. Just a little. I didn't think too much of it. She wasn't bad, just superficial. So I said yes.

When I walked into the church that Sunday, I was immediately on guard. There was a worrying amount of red-violet people walking around. They smiled their false smiles and spoke their false well wishes to each other. One of them came up to me, a woman. She was decked all in red. Red dress, red lips, red fingernails and toenails, and an almost red aura. She looked me up and down as she walked over. It was slight and quick, but I saw her nose wrinkle and the corners of her lips turned down. I suppose she wasn't a fan of my hand-me-down cotton dress on my plain brown flats. Her wide smile snapped back into place, and she greeted me with a high voice, speaking loudly enough for others to hear. She was apparently one of the ushers. I told her I was invited by an acquaintance and asked if I could be seated with her. Apparently not.

“Oh, newcomers sit at the back, sweetie,” she said, showing me to one of the pews in a dark corner of the church. I was the only one sitting there, which was strange for such a large church.

The building itself was quite grand. It really was as beautiful as I was told. It had tall ceilings with Victorian-esque chandeliers and large, colourful stained glass windows that lined the walls. They depicted in grand detail The Passion of Christ. Statues of St. Mary, Jesus Christ, and various Angels and saints painted in gold and jewel tones stood tall near the altar. The altar itself looked more like a performance stage. I could see stage lights all around. the priest's chair looked more like a throne, tall, wide and covered in rich purple velvet and what looked like precious gems. Very pretty, but unnecessary. I sat there uncomfortably, taking in the church and watching the people, seeing very few of a blue hue.

My final straw was when the priest came in with all the altar servers and lectures. As we all stood for their entrance, I noticed how everyone was placed. All the people grew redder the closer to the altar they were. Then I saw the priest at the end of the procession. Decked out in his white robes, he glowed a deep, blood red, brighter than I'd ever seen and I was immediately filled with dread and horror. I didn't care how it looked, I got up and power-walked down the aisle. I ran when I heard someone call out. I refused to stay in the same space as someone so vile as to have the aura of blood.

The acquaintance and I are no longer familiar.

Another instance happened when I was a teenager and thankfully, it was just in passing. My friends and I were at the mall, just hanging out. Those were our ‘window shopping’ days, when we had nothing but lint in our pockets, having spent all our allowances as soon as we got them. I'm a lot better at managing my money these days. We sat in the food court, nibbling on the sandwiches that we brought from home. we were people watching, well boy watching to be more accurate. Ooo-ing and Aah-ing over boys and men that were too old for us.

My friend, Sharon had pointed him out to us, her eyes wide with awe. The other girls were no better, openly staring at him with gaping mouths. It was obvious why. He was beautiful in an etheric way. He was tall and slim with dark brown skin that contrasted with his pure white afro hair. He wore it in a loose ponytail at the base of his neck. He wore all white. White short-sleeved button-up shirt, white trousers, and white sneakers with not a speck of dirt on them. He was looking down at a little black book he held in one hand as he walked by. His other hand gently grazed his sharp jawline. That drew our attention to his strong nose, plump lips and the long, dark lashes that framed his eyes.

“Oh my gosh, he looks like an anime boy!” my friend, Ali whisper-squealed.

The others chimed in with their agreement. I was watching his back as he left our sight with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Because that was the first time I'd ever seen a person glowing so red. his aura was the colour of rubies and it beamed out of him in tentacle-like rays, like a red sun.

“That one's your pick huh, Cici?” Sharon teased, elbowing me out of my trance. I force the giggle I'm trying to ignore the roiling in my stomach. I prayed to never see that boy again.

I have seen and met people that were fully blue. All of them were babies and small children, pure souls untouched by the darkness of the world. They start to become tinged with red by the time they're about ten years old. Children can be cruel, after all. I have yet to meet a blue adult. They don't exist. By the time we’ve reached that age, we’ve seen, experienced and done too much to not be tinged with red. This doesn't mean that I haven't met any good people. There are many good people walking this earth, contrary to popular belief. They come in different shades of violet and blue-violet. I'm glad to say that I see them daily among the reds.

Today, though, I ran into someone. Well, it’s more like they ran into me. They came barreling into me out of nowhere from among the crowd. I'm a small woman, so I went flying, hitting the ground hard. Thankfully, I had nothing to spill. My tailbone wasn't too happy though.

“I am so sorry, miss!” said a male voice.

I looked up at the man. he was holding out a hand to me with an apologetic look on his face. And he was still talking, probably still apologizing, but I couldn't help but stare. He was an average-looking man, his appearance a bit dishevelled. He had a mess of brown curls atop his head and a face dotted with small red pimples. He was in need of a shave, with a five o’clock shadow going across his face and down the underside of his chin. He had nice teeth though. They were straight and clean and so were his short nails. He wore a slightly oversized t-shirt and jeans and smelled faintly of fabric softener. A battered grey messenger bag hung off his shoulder.

His appearance was not what stalled me. It was his aura. his bright blue-like-the-sky aura.

In the midst of my shock, I didn't remember taking his hand and him pulling me up to stand. I came back to the present as he awkwardly patted me on the shoulder, still apologizing and then off he went, once again almost running through the crowd of people. I watched him go, his blue aura shining bright amongst the sea of purple. I looked on until I could no longer see him.

I gripped the strap of my shoulder bag tightly. I looked around at the violets and blue violets at the red violets and darker. I was worried. For the first time in my life, my sight failed me. A blue adult does not exist. I stand by that. I glanced back in the direction the man went.

So how do I explain him?