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2024.05.14 06:46 AsleepChemist1199 My MA experience from start to finish

Hey! I have been spending a lot of time in this subreddit reading other people’s experiences to comfort myself through my own abortion process, and I wanted to share my story for any other uterus-havers out there that were in the same boat as me and need a little reassurance and honesty about the process. For reference, I’m 19F and 5’4/115lbs, and I’ve been with my partner (20M) for almost three years.
I took a pregnancy test on the 40th day of my cycle (so I was five weeks four days along, my period was a week and a half late) and got a very quick positive result. I had a suspicion that I was pregnant because I had some weird spotting in the middle of my cycle and the week my period was supposed to start (no clotting), odd cramps, random nausea from strong smells, needing to pee way more than usual, random sadness and aggression from ovulation onward, extreme breast swelling and sensitivity (they were agonizing to even touch) and an ever so slight bloat that appeared right around ovulation and never really went down. I live in a southern state and knew that going in for procedure was going to be a goat rope despite the fact that I live in a decently sized city- I knew that if I was pregnant I wanted to have the medical abortion at home with my partner.
I ordered pills from AidAccess and it couldn’t have been any simpler, all I had to do was fill out a short survey and they guided me through email on how to pay for the pills. They were delivered about three days after I ordered them in an unmarked mail envelope with directions on how to use them inside. I ordered them a few days before I took the test because I was pretty confident it was going to be positive. They sent me 1 Mifepristone and 12 Misoprostol.
I took the test on a Friday night and told my partner I was pregnant, and he insisted I take another test just to be sure before I took the medication. Once again, another strong positive. At 9pm that night I took 800mg of Motrin (4 pills) and ate a bag of microwave popcorn and drank some water so I’d have something on my stomach. At 9:30 I took the Mifepristone orally and immediately inserted 4 Misoprostol vaginally- I’m terrified of throwing up and told my partner that if we had to get medical help to make sure there weren’t any remnants of the pills left inside. I know it’s NOT OPTIMAL to take the Miso at the same time as the Mife, but it was Easter weekend and I couldn’t be prolonging this process to when I would be going back to my extremely Christian and conservative parents’ house for the holiday.
I was extremely terrified and shaking when I got back into bed with my partner, and he rubbed my stomach to calm me down and put on a movie as a distraction. After about an hour I felt some light cramping and discomfort but nothing serious. At 12:30am, I inserted the next 4 pills vaginally- there was no bleeding at this point and I was worried, but I decided to give it time. My partner and I fell asleep around 1am and I woke up at about 3:15am to some discomfort but no real pain, and at 3:30am I inserted the last 4 pills and had bloody fingers after. I slept until about 10am the next morning and woke up feeling normal and not in any pain. I went to the bathroom to pee, and as soon as I sat down I had about a solid thirty seconds of chunks, clotting, and blood pouring out. I called my partner in and we ultimately determined that I had probably passed the pregnancy with the size of the chunks in the toilet.
Saturday and Easter Sunday were fairly normal, I stayed taking Motrin and bleeding ever so slightly throughout the weekend. The worst part was the hormonal comedown, I felt like I had been hit by a bus emotionally and didn’t really compute actual feelings. Monday morning I got up and went into work feeling pretty normal, and at about 9:30am I got hit with the worst abdominal pain I have ever felt in my life (I’m prescribed opioids for my cramps as a result of how many times I’ve been hospitalized from sheer pain, so this was a big deal) and clung to the toilet bowl for about 45 minutes at my research firm before just calling it a day and going home. I took 800mg of Motrin and it took about two hours to kick- those were probably the worst two hours of my life up to that point. Nothing would shake the pain, I was taking hot baths and putting microwaved bags of rice on my stomach and nothing was alleviating it. I also started bleeding heavily and clotting severely again. By about 2:30pm that afternoon I was feeling okay enough to get myself some food and felt like I would be able to go into work the next day.
I was so wrong. I was so entirely wrong. I woke up at about 8:00am the next morning and immediately vomited from the antagonizing pain I was in. This was the first time I actually threw up during the whole experience- thankfully my partner was there to hold my hair back and try to make me eat toaster waffles so I could take some more Motrin before he went to work. I was somehow able to choke it down and fell asleep shortly after as I did NOT want to be awake. Wednesday was a little crampy and bloody but I went to work and took breaks sitting on the cold bathroom floor for about 15-20 minutes at a time through the day- but by Thursday we were smooth sailing.
The uterine swelling, needing to pee, and breast tenderness went away after about a week and a half, and the bleeding stopped after about two weeks. I took two more pregnancy tests exactly four weeks from that Friday and they were both negative, and my first period was exactly six weeks after the abortion- it started this Friday. Emotionally, I’m still recovering- Mother’s Day kinda sucked for me I won’t lie, haha. I definitely couldn’t handle a baby right now as I’m a research scientist and my career is on the incline, but it’s fun to dream.
I’ll put any resources I used in the comments as this post is getting very long, and I’ll try to answer whatever questions anyone has to the best of my ability. The buildup was definitely scarier than the actual thing, as it was just like having a heavy period drawn out- and if you’re pregnant, you’ve probably had a period before, so just look at it as something you already experience once every 4 weeks, just ever so slightly amped up. Nothing new. You got this!
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2024.05.14 06:35 Ukrainer_UA 5:11 EEST; The Sun is Rising Over Kyiv on the 811th Day of the Full-Scale Invasion. About the Ukrainian tradition of honoring the departed by sharing food and drink with them.

5:11 EEST; The Sun is Rising Over Kyiv on the 811th Day of the Full-Scale Invasion. About the Ukrainian tradition of honoring the departed by sharing food and drink with them.
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This is an article that was published on May 11th, 2024. It has been condensed for Reddit.
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Provody, Provodna Nedilia, Hrobky, Mohylky... let us tell you about these holidays and why people celebrate them.

Photo: Taras Kovalchuk.
In Ukraine you might see small groups of people who gather at cemeteries every Spring, bringing food and strong drinks, setting tables right among the graves, and conversing and praying for a long time. This might seem strange or even uncouth to some, however, this is a longstanding Ukrainian tradition of honoring ancestors. Unfortunately, many perceive it with prejudice or hostility nowadays because there is often a lack of understanding of how this ritual actually took place before various ideologies influenced its interpretation (and the ritual itself). Primarily, this concerns the detrimental impact of the Soviet era, during which this Ukrainian tradition either withered away or degenerated completely.
Provody, Provodna Nedilia, Hrobky, Mohylky, also known as Radunytsia (Radonytsia), Didy, Babskyi Velykden—all these are names common in various regions of Ukraine but denote the same thing: the days of honoring departed souls and remembering their lives during a symbolic meal.
Ancestor worship has been known since the times of ancient societies: both in matriarchal communities (in Melanesia, Micronesia) and in later patriarchal societies. Ancient Greeks, Romans, and Slavs also had such traditions.

Origins of the Ukrainian Tradition

During the early times of Rus, tradition of Radonytsia was known to already exist and it was closely linked with ancestor worship. Its roots trace back to the era of paganism and the word literally means "solemn days." Ancient Slavs referred to Radonytsia or "spring joy" as a whole cycle of spring holidays dedicated to commemorating the dead. When Christianity was adopted, the celebration condensed into a single day—the second Sunday after Easter. According to ancient folk beliefs, the dead rejoice when their living relatives remember them fondly and tend to their graves.
According to Ukrainian folk beliefs, the annual commemorations of relatives during the spring awakening of nature symbolized the infinity of the life cycle and the inclusion of people who had passed away into this cycle. After the adoption of Christianity, Orthodox clergy initially condemned all such holidays, including Provody (the common name given by the church), considering them pagan rituals, and called for the eradication of this custom. However, such powerful archetypal traditions are impossible to erradicate, so they remained, albeit transformed into various forms and manifestations. For example, in addition to Provody, honoring the dead found expression in the following holidays:
Winter
  • Christmas: weaving a didukh (a symbol of the ancestor), in some regions, people leave a spoon in kutia after the Holy Supper, leaving the dish overnight, supposedly for the souls of deceased relatives.
Spring & Summer
  • Green Holidays, including Green Sunday (Trinity Sunday): commemorating the dead at home, in church, and/or at the cemetery, adorning graves with greenery. On the Saturday before the Green Holidays, even those who died by their own hand are commemorated.
Autumn
  • Dmytro's Saturday, Grandfathers’ Saturday, Grandfathers’ Days, Grandfathers’ Laments, or Grandfathers (Didy): honoring departed family members at home with a memorial dinner, including kolyva, visiting their graves, and tidying them up.
Over time, memorial days became an organic part of church commemorations: requiem services were held not only in church but also at the cemetery. At the same time, the observance of Provody was regulated, essentially reduced to commemorating known relatives, and any pre-Christian era expressions of joyful behavior were condemned. However, in Polissia, unlike, say, central Ukraine, the tradition still retains more archaic features. For example, it is considered a sin to mourn during these days because the deceased should rejoice that their relatives remember them, so it is very important not to "spoil the mood" for the dead.
Photo. Luchka Village, Poltava region, 1960s. Photo from the family archive of Oleksandr Liutyi.
The first known written mention of commemorating relatives in the second week after Easter is recorded in the Chronicles of Rus from 1372.
Throughout the ages, addressing ancestors and/or honoring them was fundamental for Ukrainians, shaping their identity and influencing various aspects of life, including spirituality. Thematic holidays and rituals existed in all Ukrainian regions, so the stereotype that this is a Soviet relic or lacks cultural taste is fallacious, as the connection with ancestors provides an answer to the question "who are we?"
Before Provody, on the Thursday of Holy Week, it is customary to visit the cemetery to tidy up the graves of relatives—pull out weeds, tidy or update plaques, plant new flowers. Therefore, this day is sometimes called the “Mavka’s Easter” or "Easter for the Dead" because it was believed that on this day the news of Easter reached the afterlife, and the dead joined the celebration with the living.
Photo: Taras Kovalchuk.

Memorial event after Easter

In simplified terms, Hrobky, Provody, Mohylky, etc., are a way to commemorate the dead loved ones, sharing a meal with them, so to speak. Therefore, in addition to the usual food for daily consumption, special food with ritual significance is prepared. This includes consecrated bread and kolyva. Kolyva among Slavic peoples, including Ukrainians, refers to a memorial kutia made from grains with a sweet syrup. The name of this dish originates from the ancient custom of offering grain and fruits during memorial ceremonies, which in Ancient Greek was called "kolluba" (in Byzantine pronunciation — "kollyva").
The recipe for memorial kutia may overlap with the recipe for Christmas kutia, but the former is usually less sweet. Traditionally, kolyva is made from boiled wheat, but nowadays it can be made from rice, with the addition of raisins, nuts and sometimes candy-coated seeds or nuts. The porridge is poured over with water mixed with honey or sugar. The use of grain in kolyva symbolizes the continuation of the family line, while honey was believed to cleanse from sins.
Of course, the recipe may vary slightly depending on the region. For example, in the Dnipro region, instead of grains, people traditionally use slices of white bread soaked in syrup.
Kolyva is usually eaten with a single shared spoon, just as a symbolic amount of alcohol is drank from a single glass. The leftover memorial kutia is intended as food for the dead, as if they were visiting the living during the meal. Ethnographer Dmytro Zelenin noted that according to the beliefs of Eastern Slavs, "the dead has all the same needs as a living person, especially the need for food."
Photo: Taras Kovalchuk.
Our ancestors believed that sharing a meal with the souls of the dead granted them eternal peace. And for the living, it served as a reminder not only of the cycle, transience, and cyclical nature of life but also strengthened the family through this connection with their ancestors. During the meal, proverbs were recited: "They lie down to rest—holding up the land, while we walk—waking up the land," "Let us be healthy, and let them rest easy."
The script of the event in various regions of Ukraine was and sometimes remains more or less constant: first, the priest performs the solemn liturgical service, then the families gathered at the cemetery sit down to commemorate the dead with the food and drinks. The memorial meal begins with a collective prayer. In the Polissia region, for example, there is a tradition of sprinkling the graves with blessed eggs, and in some regions, it was customary to sing spiritual songs.
During the pre-Soviet period, significantly more food was traditionally consumed during these memorial days than nowadays. Dishes like kulish, cabbage soup, peas with smoked meat, pork liver, bread, creppes with various fillings, dumplings, pies, knyshi (a type of bread), stuffed cabbage rolls, fried fish, and more were prepared specifically for the event. Special bread called paska and kutia were also made.
Interestingly, the meals were either eaten at tables set in advance or on blankets spread out on the grass. In the 1970s, tables and benches began to be universally installed, one for each family. This allowed living relatives to share the memorial meal in close proximity to the dead.
In addition to food, drinks, including alcoholic beverages, were also brought to the graves. However, this should not be equated with a regular feast, as everything had a ritual significance. For example, a symbolic shot of horilka was passed around in a circle among those present so that everyone could take a sip "for the Kingdom of Heaven" and for the repose of the dead. It is noteworthy that the glasses were only raised, not clinked, as this was strictly forbidden at memorial gatherings.
If the table was large and many people gathered around it, there were two such shots, but no more. The reason for this restrained feast near the graves was simple— it was believed that a loud celebration could scare the souls of the dead, who, according to folk beliefs, were present there. People didn't sing, they spoke quietly and solemnly. Toasts were not proposed; instead, they said phrases like "[Name] eat, drink, rest, and wait for us!"; "Eat, drink, and remember us, sinners!"; "May you await the Kingdom of Heaven, and may we not hurry to join you!"; "May the earth be soft!"; "Let's drink to the Kingdom of Heaven for our (Ivan, Olha, etc.)!"
Photo. Luchka village, Poltava Region, 1960s. Photo from the family archive of Oleksandr Liutyi.
In addition to dishes for the common table, people would always prepare dishes for the dead that they particularly enjoyed in life. After the meal, a portion of these dishes, some kutia, and sometimes even horilka were left at the grave, and the earth was sprinkled with this strong drink.
Such memorial gatherings often invited passersby and the poor. Leftover food was distributed to those who couldn't attend, with a request to eat or drink "in memory of the souls."
Photo. Engraving from 1877 based on a drawing by Kostiantyn Trutovskyi. Source: \"Vsesvitnia Ilustratsiia\" magazine, volume 17.
In the church dictionary of 1773, there is mention of such a custom:
— On Radonytsia, it was a common practice among the common folk to remember their deceased relatives with pagan rituals, and whoever remembered them brought sweetened wine, pies, crepes to the grave. After performing prayers the priest would take a cup of wine or a glass of beer, and poured out most of it onto the grave and drank the rest themselves; at the same time, women would lament the good deeds of the deceased with tearful voices...
Photo: Yuriy Stefanyak.
All this once again prompts us to think that cemeteries are not only about personal stories but also about the life of a whole nation. That is why it is important to take care of preserving cemeteries and rediscovering authentic traditions. During the full-scale war, this is more relevant than ever, as russia is making daily efforts to destroy not only the Ukrainian nation but also any memory of it.
Unfortunately, many Ukrainians currently cannot even visit the graves of their relatives because they are buried in occupied territories; many villages, towns, and even cities are destroyed, so there is nowhere to come to remember. Every piece of native land becomes more precious, the value of each life becomes sharper, and the importance of memory becomes more significant.
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The 784th day of a nine year invasion that has been going on for centuries.
One day closer to victory.

🇺🇦 HEROYAM SLAVA! 🇺🇦

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2024.05.14 04:15 iwishicouldjuststop Please pray for me to overcome my maladaptive daydreaming.

Hello.. I became Christian this year. God performed miracle for me by taking away the more traumatic parts of my terrible illness called maladaptive daydreaming, but I still am trying to ask to be delivered from it fully... I developed it because of severe PTSD. It is a horrible condition developed to cope with extreme trauma and it was ruling my life.. and almost convinced me to end it all, thinking, "I shall never be free of this."
On Easter I fell to my knees and begged God to deliver me. He took away a huge chunk of it - the daydreams with the most extreme content. I kept praying, and the Lord kept taking more, and more, as my heart was ready.
Now, I feel I am so close to being completely free. I feel this in my soul. Yet, I am plagued with the temptation to keep daydreaming to cope. I do have a therapist and so on, but it's such a difficult illness to combat. Nothing was working, except for God... In one of my daydreams a feeling that was like a voice laughed at me and said, "Remember when you were better, stronger? Trust me. Come... 'Before' was 'better,' wasn't it? Wasn't it better...?" Come back to the fake world... No, I refuse to. It just gets to be so much sometimes...
I rebuked Satan and prayed more. I pray continuously. Please pray for me. I am fighting every day in my mind to be free and I am so tired! I believe in God to free me from this, which has overtaken 23 years of my life. No therapist or doctor I've ever met has been able to help me, because there is not enough research... but I believe God will set me free... I feel like it is my fault... I wish I was stronger for Him. I feel He is trying, but sometimes I feel like I lose hope in *myself*. Every time He tries to give me confidence, I ruin it.. my mind is broken, my PTSD is severe, but I am trying so hard to fight. I want to see the world that He made, not the fake one... the one He made is enough.. but why am I so weak...
Thank you...
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2024.05.14 03:50 schattencaelum HISTORY CLASS GRADE: INC

One of my pet peeves when it comes to fundamentalists and restorationist Christian cultic groups like the Iglesia ni Cristo ni Manalo is their virtue-signaling, woke-like attitude against holidays, feasts, or celebrations like Christmas, Easter Sunday, Valentine's Day, and allegedly, if not yet officially, Mother's Day (probably Father's Day too because I heard EVM has daddy issues) and others.
Like kung hindi ang argumento nila is hindi Catholic-origin daw, Christianized or Catholicized na pagan holiday ang pakunchaba nitong mga charlatans na ito. Ang lagi kong counter-argument sa kanila, then don't use the whole fudging Gregorian Calendar that we are currently using right now, since it retains most of the names of the days of the week and months of the year from paganism, specifically from the Roman pagan religion since it's only a revised version of the Julian Calendar.
For example:
January - Janus, the Roman pagan god of doors, gates, and transitions. Kahit i-Tagalized mo pa yan sige, Enero, from Old Spanish, "Jenero" or in Latin "Ianvarivs" or "Januarius", pagkilala sa Romanong diyos ng simula at wakas na si Janus)
Monday - from Latin, "dies Lunae" or the day of Luna, the Roman goddess of the moon. Kaya nga in Filipino, tawag natin "Lunes")
This only proves the poor mental gymnastics that fundamentalists and restorationists like the INC have. Overspiritualizing things for them to show that they are distinctive, divine-inspired, and as one of their favorite verses sprinkled with their narcissistic approach says, "hindi nakiki-ayon sa sanlibutan" (Roma 12:2).
Merong isang play safe na kulto na apo ng INC na ngayon di umano nalalanta na simula nung namatay yung founder nila at pumalit yung biblically illiterate niyang pamangkin, na kesho Gregorian Calendar daw ginagamit nila, Hebrew calendar daw like as if alam ng mga miyembro na bumasa nun lmao.
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2024.05.14 00:39 positivesource Ethiopian Orthodox Christian pilgrims hold candles during a ceremony of the Holy Fire at the Deir Al-Sultan Monastery on the roof of the Holy Sepulchre Church in Jerusalem's Old City on May 4, 2024, on the eve of Orthodox Easter. #Menahem Kahana

Ethiopian Orthodox Christian pilgrims hold candles during a ceremony of the Holy Fire at the Deir Al-Sultan Monastery on the roof of the Holy Sepulchre Church in Jerusalem's Old City on May 4, 2024, on the eve of Orthodox Easter. #Menahem Kahana submitted by positivesource to Positive_News [link] [comments]

2024.05.13 23:19 catterchat Posting stand alone because it warrants focus/education (see text body)

Posting stand alone because it warrants focus/education (see text body)
I would think true history buffs/Christians would choose to not support thieves...
Fun fact: imperialist Great Britain passed several laws to prevent return of stolen artifacts to their rightful countries including Egypt, Ghana, Rapa Nui/Easter Island, Benin, India, Iraq, Italy, China, Tajikistan, South Africa, New Zealand, Brazil, Ethiopia, and more. All of these countries have been asking for the return of their items that were stolen.
Just calling out shitty ethics. Don't support museums who have stolen artifacts.
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2024.05.13 18:36 Abdullahselim9 Egypt Easter Tours & Holidays 2024/2025

Egypt Easter Tours & Holidays 2024/2025
Egypt Easter Tours & Holidays 2024/2025
Egypt is a fascinating destination with a rich history and cultural heritage. If you're interested in Easter tours and holidays in Egypt for the year 2024 or 2025, there are several options available to explore the country's iconic landmarks and experience its unique traditions. Here are some popular destinations and activities you might consider:
Cairo: Start your journey in Egypt's capital city, Cairo. Explore the Giza Plateau, home to the Great Pyramids of Giza, including the famous Pyramid of Khufu (Cheops) and the Sphinx. Visit the Egyptian Museum to see the treasures of Tutankhamun and other ancient artifacts.
Luxor: Travel to Luxor, often referred to as the world's greatest open-air museum. Visit the Valley of the Kings, where many pharaohs were buried, including Tutankhamun. Explore the stunning temples of Karnak and Luxor, and take a relaxing felucca boat ride on the Nile River.
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Aswan: Continue your journey south to Aswan, a city known for its beautiful Nile River scenery. Visit the Philae Temple, dedicated to the goddess Isis, and take a boat ride to the picturesque Temple of Kom Ombo.Nile River Cruise: Consider taking a Nile River cruise from Luxor to Aswan or vice versa. Enjoy the comfort of a cruise ship while sailing along the Nile, stopping at various historical sites along the way.
Alexandria: If time permits, head to Alexandria, a coastal city with a fascinating blend of Egyptian and Greek influences. Explore the catacombs of Kom El Shoqafa, visit the Qaitbay Citadel, and enjoy the stunning views of the Mediterranean Sea.
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Easter Celebrations: Experience Easter in Egypt by attending church services and witnessing local traditions. Coptic Christians make up a significant portion of Egypt's population, and Easter is celebrated with great enthusiasm. You may have the opportunity to witness processions, feasts, and other special events.
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2024.05.13 17:31 silveryfeather208 How awfully weird that Jesus' father had seven days, and each day named after other gods...

Hmmm... Suspicious god made the world in the same number of days as the days the Julian calendar used, around the same time when Christianity started to gain popularity.
And its sooo funny that each day has the name of another god.. (Wednesday for "woden/Odin's day)
I'm being silly right now. But honestly. All the obvious parallels to ancient practices should make Christians (and Muslims and Jews) at least question their religion.
I'm gonna make a list just cause.
Easter. Spring rebirth. Jesus rebirth. Christmas. Yule. Enough said. Like wtf do you think yuletide means. Why would we have Christ in it.
Virgin birth. Everyone has done that.
Turning water into wine isn't so impressive when Dionysius did it.
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2024.05.13 15:40 360truth_hunter How does the Bible shows that Jesus is God?

I have been struggling with this concept since I was a kid, I heard a lot of people saying that Jesus is God. There were two group of people I encountered regarding this topic, the one who says that Jesus is God and the ones who said that he isn’t. based on the sources I got to read at the time like in the church and all the teachings that catholic get when they are young also I watched quiet a lot Jesus movies almost every Christmas and Easter. I came to be the one who stands in the side of who says God isn’t God, since most of Jesus statements, when he talks about God is not single person, it is like he is talking about the one who is not him, like “ He who sent me” , etc most of which I read from the bible are like that, he is generally talking about his Father, not talking to himself as God, at least directly. When I come to the gospel of John, the first five verses of the first chapter are the ones which sounds a bit contradictory to me. At first, it starts with saying that “at the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God” .That “was with” there between “the Word” and “God” shows like the two are separated but the idea are that they lived/live together, so it kinda confirms my idea that the two aren’t the same but separate. However, the following line “the Word was God” contradicts the assumptions I made in the first line, that “the Word” and “God” are separate. That line show me that they are the same. Which was not the case for me when I was interpreting the first line. I somehow searched maybe there was misinterpretation during translation, and what I found is that this line “the Word was God” was translated to “the Word was divine”. So I am left confused, I don’t know where to stand now. I think I didn’t understood the idea of Holy Trinity, or the Bible I am failing to interpret correctly. But I tried to listen to what I am taught both sides but the Idea that Jesus is God, is something I haven’t managed to understand how is that so. But I really want to understand it because it is the basis of my faith as a Christian. So I came here to see your views too maybe I will get something which will enlighten me.
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2024.05.13 07:37 Hefty-Corgi3749 This isn't going to go over well with the male fans of Magdeburg but Pablo Martin provides expert analysis on the decision.

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2024.05.13 02:25 esusisesus Build Board - Kanban board for 3D printing projects

Build Board - Kanban board for 3D printing projects
Having tried using bookmarks, strict naming conventions, endless folders and Notion pages with tonnes of saved links, a friend and I decided to make something to help us organise our 3D printing projects.
My problem was that I would forget about the prints I previously wanted to print, but forgot about and instead, ended up printing something new I came across on Makerworld/Printables. Wanting to be more intentional about what I print and minimise printer downtime, ended up designing Build Board!
We’re still in beta, but if you’re interested, you’re welcome to sign up for early access at www.build-board.io 😊
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2024.05.13 00:35 John-Badby The Mystery of Golgotha

Came across this little booklet this weekend and have been enjoying it, this passage on the death and resurrection sums up a lot of my current thoughts on the purpose of both, away from the PSA theory I was raised with.
It is not the fact that someone died for his convictions that makes Golgotha so important. There was no lack of martyrs. The uniqueness of the event of Golgotha is the fact that a God, knowing no death and at home in a world of deathless life, voluntarily went through death, the specifically earthly human experience. Through this, he truly entered into the world of the ‘vacuum,’ having now become most profoundly acquainted with earthly man. In beholding the cross, human beings could have said — inverting the words from the story of the Fall (Gen.3:22) — ‘See, God has become like one of us.’ God, now acquainted with death, had become approachable and close to death-acquainted man. He had established solidarity with human beings...
...It was death that had founded the relationship between the Son and the earth; Easter and Ascension took it further. This was not a spiritualization ‘away from the earth’ into the beyond, but rather the opposite: a union with the heavenly forces, in the earth’s favour, ‘for the earth.’ Had the Ascension been a withdrawal from the earth, it would, of course, have been a contradiction of the promise, ‘I am with you always’ (Matt.28:20). It is precisely because he is risen and has ‘ascended to heaven’ that he is now able to permeate and transfigure the earthly world by virtue of his acquaintance with the earth, founded upon death.
The whole Mystery of Golgotha is something like a great ‘transformation.’ It is a recasting of divine into human forces, of divine into human potential for life. A new principle was established when this fundamental, portal opening transformation initially took place in the one and only Christ Jesus.
-Rudolf Frieling, The Essence of Christianity, pg. 20-21
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2024.05.12 22:07 SlippingStar Weather Event List

I'd love to start a list of weather events so that if someone didn't know about them, they could find out! I'm not including things that don't affect the environment beyond Town Square (such as Halloween, Turkey Day, and Valentine's Day) or gatherables dependent on weather (such as seasonal recipes or critters).
Weather forecast can be see on in-game TVs the preceding day at 06:14-06:29, 07:45-07:58, and 22:45-22:58. Here is a comparison of foliage in each season.

Year-Round

Spring

Northern Hemisphere: March-May
Southern Hemisphere: September-November
Honorable mentions

Summer

Northern Hemisphere: June-August
Southern Hemisphere: December-February
Honorable mentions

Autumn

Northern Hemisphere: September-November
Southern Hemisphere: March-May
Honorable mentions

Winter

Northern Hemisphere: December-February
Southern Hemisphere: June-August
Honorable mentions
Contributors:
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2024.05.12 22:05 SlippingStar Weather Event List

I'd love to start a list of weather events so that if someone didn't know about them, they could find out! I'm not including things that don't affect the environment beyond Town Square (such as Halloween, Turkey Day, and Valentine's Day) or gatherables dependent on weather (such as seasonal recipes or critters).
Weather forecast can be see on in-game TVs the preceding day at 06:14-06:29, 07:45-07:58, and 22:45-22:58. Here is a comparison of foliage in each season.

Year-Round

Spring

Northern Hemisphere: March-May
Southern Hemisphere: September-November
Honorable mentions

Summer

Northern Hemisphere: June-August
Southern Hemisphere: December-February
Honorable mentions

Autumn

Northern Hemisphere: September-November
Southern Hemisphere: March-May
Honorable mentions

Winter

Northern Hemisphere: December-February
Southern Hemisphere: June-August
Honorable mentions
Contributors:
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2024.05.12 21:06 bubblegum-bitching how did i get higher than the max score (didn't get all sicks and not the first time either).

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2024.05.12 20:24 yeonkwoo Full Translation of Vol. 5 + Q&A and Bonus Content

Hey y'all, as promised, I am back with my translation of Vol. 5 (the side stories).
Also, as a bonus, I've added full translations for the author's Q&A plus all the extra miscellaneous content.
Use the bookmarks on the Google Doc to navigate through them. They've got some really cute Easter eggs (i.e. omegaverse AU? zombie apocalypse AU? children? marriage?) so I highly recommend looking through everything!
I might upload my translations on other sites, but they may be taken down + I'm not part of a group, which makes things difficult. I recommend using the Google Doc for reading, especially the Q&A + extras.
Happy reading!
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2024.05.12 18:17 lostmyknife Surely they will demand evidence at one point? Right?

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2024.05.12 15:07 Peacock-Shah-III A Meeting in Beirut A House Divided

Yosef Nachmani ducked beneath the bannister of the innocuous home, adorned with photos of weddings and immaculate Arabic calligraphy. He had been an agent of the State of Israel before its conception, yet there was not a document of identification to be found on him now. If the Saudi authorities in Beirut found him, or, worse yet, his body, they would take him for yet another Jewish victim of the pogroms that had spread across the Fertile Crescent since time immemorial. Yet, his mission today was of paramount importance, one that, to his mind, held the potential to define the future of not merely the State of Israel but the Middle East as a whole, but to make an omelet, eggs must be cracked, and Nachmani was Mossad’s best.
It had been he who had brought Sheikh Amin Tarif to the side of Israel, brought Tarif’s Druze people, never content under the Saudi yolk, to fight for Israel in rates as high as the Jews themselves. It had been he who, months ago, had shook Tarif’s hand once more, for as the Druze of Palestine once rose with Israeli support, so now would the million spread across Lebanon and the Levant. Already cartons of surplus American firearms and ammunition were appearing in not merely the Druze villages, but those of the Alawites, three million strong, concentrated upon Syria’s west coast, where Saleh al-Ali was already planning the foundations of a republic for his people to replace the boot of Wahhabi oppression.
A million Assyrians and Yazidis lived spread across the Northern fringes of Saudi Arabia and autonomous Kurdistan, their communities deeply secretive. Saudi authorities had been lost in the land of two rivers where these people had lived for millennia when Shimun XXIII Eshai secretly returned to the Nineveh Plains from years in exile pleading the Assyrian cause to the nations of the West. Their leader among them, and soft alliances formed with Mir Tahseen Said of the neighboring Yazidis who shared a revulsion for the twin yolks of the House of Saud and descendants of Saladeen, violence had already begun to break out in the Nineveh Plain among Assyrians after Easter, indeed, Saudi forces had already moved north to Ezidistan, planning, doubtless, to crucify those they labeled “devil worshippers” until the minority group learned its way; they would be in for a dark surprise.
Of course, what none of the non-Islamic minorities Israel had been working with knew was that, just as tacitly, Mossad had pushed Khashif al-Ghita to lead an uprising among the millions of Shi’a that formed the majority in vast swaths of the Saudi realm. The Shias had no goodwill for the other minorities, least of all perhaps the Jews, but they would be indispensable to breaking the back of Saudi Wahhabism. As for what was to follow, well, Mossad would approach that bridge when they reached it.
The future on his mind, Yosef snapped back into reality, looking into the eyes of the three men he was here to meet: Faoud Chehab, Pierre Gemayel, and William Hawi, leaders of the Ketaeb Party, commonly known as the Phalange, the pre-eminent group among the nationalist Lebanese Christians known as Maronites. Nachmani was always somewhat uncomfortable with them, their sympathies to Integralism, their books on Americans such as Frederick Dent Grant and myriads of Middle Eastern and European leaders who, he was acutely aware, would have had nothing to do with the portly Mossad agent’s people. Yet, the Maronites, located just north of the newfound Jewish state, were perhaps the most important piece of this puzzle for Israeli interests. For one, the Phalange had more political organization and trained militias than any of the village squads Nachmani had found among the Assyrians, Druze, Alawites, Yazidis, and even Shi’a; and who could forget the world’s love for Lebanon? The Catholicism of the Maronites gave them a global audience in any struggle, and a Maronite state alongside one for the Alawites would give Israel an unbroken chain of allies upon the Levantine Coast. Knowing that there was little time to spare, with uprisings beginning elsewhere and the Phalange armed and ready, Nachmani sat down to guarantee the next nail in the Saudi coffin.
The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia had promised to destroy Israel, but Yosef Nachmani, said to himself, the first seeds had now bloomed of their own demise.
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2024.05.12 12:24 Wr0ng_P3rmissi0n Planning on Raising Child W/O Religion

I am due soon and my husband and I intend to raise our child without religion. Where we live, we are surrounded by it and it's pretty much an expectation that everyone having religion involved in their lives or they're bullied. The times are changing though here however slowly and not without unsurprising push back even from our state government.
I went NC with half of my side years ago and they were the problematic ones with the severe Christian zealots. Therefore, this should be easier than if they were still involved in our lives. Much easier. Unfortunately though, I worry about my half I didn't cut contact with. They haven't given me reason to and are incredibly great people, but my grandmother in her mentally deteriorating state has started clinging ever more to religion. Not in a hateful way, but I was shocked when they essentially manipulated my sibling into a religious-based trip and he came back surprisingly indoctrinated to a degree. Then came dinner time chatter where my grandparents and some aunts called certain toys evil, of the devil, and that they can possess you. I don't think I need to say which one in particular that has arguably the highest level of religious-based paranoia surrounding it.
I suppose the reason I am worried is because when I said I do not intend to be shoveling down sweets into my kid because of certain genetic health risks, some countered with they were given soft drinks as babies and insinuated my grandmother would do the same with our baby. Now I am concerned leaving LO in their care. The jokes of sending a child hold to parents sugared up greatly irritate me. It's not funny but cruel to the child and dismissive of how parents wish to raise their children. Which leads into what else they would do despite our wishes.
Both S/O and I had religion thrust upon us as children and it was made as part of our experiences with abuse. We don't want that around our child. We want them to be a child, to ask questions, know the world, and not be told and led to believe they're a sinner just for existing. Or baptized behind our backs, taken to church without our consent, or anything else.
Will we celebrate with them things like Easter and Xmas? Of course! First, my hang up is mainly with Abrahamic faiths, not so much Pagan paths, and these are not technically inherently Christian but that's a topic beaten more than to death.
It will be a while yet before they get any chance at alone time with LO but when that time comes, I am going to be nervous.
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2024.05.12 11:43 struggalogamer Troubled Teen Industry, my story

I am sharing this as an emotional outlet among other siblings in christ
My Experience It was January 10, 2011. I’ll never forget that date. It was the day my life changed. Also it was the day of the college football national championship. I was and still am a big college football fan (Go Cal Bears!). Oregon was set to play auburn and i was going to watch it with my neighbor two doors down. I had been doing poorly in school, and yeah was a big pot head, still am, but am much more responsible. Anyways i told myself this semester i was going to actually try in school. I woke up at six am to get ready for my day, something that i never do. I went to put on my shoes and i noticed the laces were missing. Immediately i went to my mom and asked where are my laces? She wouldn’t give me an answer and was just acting so strange. Eventually she left the house and as she was leaving two men were walking up our walkway. I figured they were plumbers considering we had plumbing issues recently. They walked in and before I knew it they walked up to me on either side and slammed me to the ground and handcuffed me. I didn’t react as it was, I didn’t expect it for one, and for two when it began I froze, I didn’t know what to do. Once on the ground I started to squirm, I screamed “Please Help me help me I’m being kidnapped! Please!” They responded No use in screaming no one can hear you. I kept screaming. One of them said go ahead get it over with when your quiet it’ll be over sooner. After probably about ten minutes, I realized no use in fighting, they helped me up and walked me to a small suv and put me in the back and put the seat belt on me. This was the beginning. I remember on the way up to Yoncalla Oregon from Sacramento California we stopped at a burger king. They offered to get me some but food was the last thing on my mind. Looking back I wish I had taken up the offer. I remember being by the ashtray seeing a half smoked cigarette and asking to smoke it, they said I couldn’t. After a long drive we got there they walked me in. The whole way I talked about how I’d get away and run away. Well of course they told the staff at Scott Valley. By the way this is the perfect point to say I was sent to Scott Valley School in Yoncalla, Oregon. One of the many so called trouble teen schools. So being told I had threatened to run away I was put on runaway watch. For about two weeks I was forced to sleep under a light. I obviously didn’t get much sleep. Also I always had two higher phase watchers who would stand on each side of me. They had phases there was like five or six I believe. Most were 2 and 1. There were like 3 phase 3’s and 1 phase 5. There was like 20-30 of us at a time. Anyway where do I start. As I write this, with the emotions and ptsd it comes in full force and yet hazy at the same time. Maybe my head trying to protect me? So I was there seven months, thank god thats it. There were people that had been there years. Some of the people there, my god, I don’t know what to say. From a 12 year old who molested his 1 year old brother and put fish hooks in his carpet so his parents would step on it, to kids that were in there later teens who had used hard drugs, kids that had been molested and acted out as a result, kids that just were wilding out period, a lot of different walks. After I got off of runaway watch I got back on it within two weeks. I was in trouble sitting at the essay table while pe was going on. So one of the punishments was writing essays. But anyway there were two other kids at the table, the twelve year old i mentioned above and the only black kid there on the boys side. I looked at them and said if we worked together we could escape this place. They both just dead stared at me. When it was time to line up, the 12 year old went away first, the other kid looked at me and said were gonna get in trouble, that kid is a snitch and is going to tell on you. He was right. I got put on the “wall” because of that. For two weeks when not eating, sleeping, or using the bathroom, I was staring at a wall were a dot was drawn with a piece of paper on it. I would just let my imagination run wild while this happened thinking about home, friends, family, make believe countries governments politics, anything to keep the mind entertained or semi at peace! There was a green jacket my parents sent up for me that was my grandpa on my mothers side. Grandpa Applegate. It was a super cool green jacket with fake fure on the color, it looked like something you’d wear in the winter in Moscow. They said it had too many pockets and I could hide things in it. So they took it away. They put it in the Pod where all of our extra stuff was stored. Well one pod day where we could exchange stuff, there was a different staff member on duty then the one who said I couldn’t wear it. So i got it out and he didn’t know so i got to wear it for a bit. So when the other staff member got back on shift, he saw the jacket. I was banned from wearing a sweatshirt of any kind for a month. When we had outside pe everyday in Febuary to March I would get so cold. When I would put my hands in my shirt I would get another essay. This is Central Oregon, it gets cold that time of year! So some facts about the living situation, you had three minutes for showers and bathroom. You go over that you get an essay. You get more time the higher phase you get. You ever take a shit in three minutes? If done successfully I commend you. I would go five days without shitting because one of the night workers a guy named Johnny would not keep track of time when I’d get up to ask the restroom in the early morning. Johnny was an angel in a sense. Taking an uninterrupted shit was some of the most bliss I could get. Not trying to be gross but when using the restroom even was so restricted, being able to use the restroom not timed felt like hitting the lotto. When we’d wake up at seven am we only had 1 min to get up and make our bed, timed, if we didn’t make it wed get an essay. I’m naming these things as I remember different events, not necessarily in chronological order, but different events that happened. I had a peach fuzz mustache i was so proud of and long curly hair. They gave me a buzz cut and forced me to shave. My dad sent my grandpa Andrews old electric razor. That’s my dads dad. My biggest hero in my life. His name I got tatted on me at 19. I write this at 29. He died when I was 9. Most of the other kids had razors you could charge, mine needed to be plugged in to work, I didn’t understand that. I had never shaved to begin with, so I thought it was broken. I threw it away and put in a request for a new one. My father told them it was a plug in, but it was already to late so he needed to order me a new one. At a group therapy session thing, yeah we did that every day, and none of the people working there had any degrees that could go to the field they were working in. Anyway my writing is not perfect so as I was saying, at a group therapy thing, Jad one of the main guys working there brought up the razor, he said I knew it wasn’t broken, but I just wanted a new one. You don’t love your grandpa youre just a selfish little bitch. Those words still are ingrained in my mind. I know they are false but god damn they hurt. I cried. As I cried he just continued to tell me how selfish I am and im a bitch a pussy etc. William Frederick Andrews was my grandfathers name, as said I got it tatted on me at 19. He was born 1924, in 2024, my first child, a son, was born, William Frederick Andrews II. I call that a moral victory. Crazy how it worked out to be a 100 year difference. Another time it was 420, I cried because I wanted to smoke and he called me out on it in group therapy. He called me a bitch, a pussy, the usual. Weird things happened there, like one time they did a “fire drill” in the middle of the night, we had to go out into the cold in our underwear for five minutes until it was over. There were girls there but they were in a separate area. When they walked by or vice versa we had to look the other way. One of the many reasons it got shut down is there was a case of a student raping another. Apparently the girl who reported it got hounded in group therapy to the point she recanted. Now I could be wrong, but I think I know the person who did it, only one guy from the male side reached level five to the point where he became staff and could go to the girl side for group therapy. I don’t know for sure but that’s what i assume. At one point they were building a new building and they had us digging the ground around it for construction. Yeah they had us do all the cleaning indoors and out doors. If you were bad you could have your school privileges taken away. I had one kid who was a phase above me copy my work. He got caught. He got demoted, and got repromoted before I left. I never got past phase 1. So phase 1 red shirt. Phase 2 green shirt. Phase 3 Blue shirt. Phase 4 and above whatever you want. Like I said a lot of this is not in order. I am writing this in one go after years of talking about it to my loved ones. Put my thoughts to the pen, or keyboard in this case. So they did this thing were it was like a week, where it was the program or some weird name. They would break you down and “build you up” you would get a demeaning name for a week and then get an empowering name. I got the picture that if you were just a weed smoking low grade getting teen, you wouldn’t be ever seen as getting progress, you had to have “admitting to a bad act” of some sort. I made a story about how I let a girl cut me and drink my blood and how I thought about killing my dad. I know, like why would one lie and say that?!, well I figured if I had said I had done that and then shown to be turned good, it would reward me as changed and out that place. Looking back im like what the fuck. But I just wanted out and I was sure as hell willing to lie my way out. So yeah i went by like blood sucker or something like that for a week, but thats not bad. I remember so well one girl who was adopted and had relations with several boys back where she was from, she got sent there for that, and her name for the week was “Orphan Whore”. Also there were other students who weren’t going through the program that were involved with the process. Elon school or something like that where students yell at other students all sorts of insulting shit The end of it I reclaimed my name or whatever and they had me do like a ballet dance kind of weird thing to show rebirth, not that ballets weird, but in this scenario, yeah. I remember there was a day they said the world was going to end, someday in May 2011 some random wacko said, it made headlines as a joke more than anything, but i remember hearing it and hoping it happens because I wanted out. There was a gym there with rafters. I used to dream of hanging myself from them to get out. I dreamed about a car driving into the school and opening a wall up so we could run away. They used to tell us if we ran away there is bear and cougars out there, if they dont get us the cops will, and theyll put us in juvi just to have us sent back when out. They had these things called group essays. If someone did something and it no one admitted to it wed all have to write an essay about how we could have prevented it. One time a kid wiped shit on all the walls in the bathroom, the kid never admitted to it so we all had to write an essay on how we could have prevented it. I remember one time going to use the bathroom there was semen on the toilet seat, lol teen boys sex drive. I just wiped it off before I sat down. One time late at night I was masterbating in my bed. There was 20 of us sleeping in bunks in the same room, the kid who ended up copying my work i mentioned, saw me making some um, sheet movements, and looked my way giving me a dirty look, i just rolled over pretending like i was scratching, oh snap, almost caught. Not trying to be disgusting, teenage boys, find one that doesn’t masterbate, and i’ll give you some ocean beach front property in Kansas. You got weekly phone calls with your parents, you never dared to say what was going on because they were always listening. Letters same, they read them, so no use in saying something, they’ll just read it and throw it away, later my father asked me why didn’t you tell me what was going on? Well… My gf at the time ended up getting a bf after 6 months of waiting, i don’t blame her. Hey it was teenage love so im not hurt, but at the time it hurt because neither of us willingly ended it. She sent me a bookmark to have up there, it had us kissing on it, they took it from me for it being sexually explicit. They banned me from sitting up in bed and praying. I was atheist from 12 to 27 except for that time, i came back to my faith, praying for my exodus. I’m a christian again now, but only after I found a denomination that was open and affirming because I’m bisexual. Thinking about this, my mind can’t explain the pain, the rain of emotional trauma that falls in my cranium. Many times I’ve turned to cocaine, liquor, and suicidal thoughts because of the pain. It fucked my whole concept of everything in life. My emotions, my understanding of control of my own life, my ability to have healthy relationships, just so much. I still have dreams of being back there and wake up with nightmares, I was sixteen then, i turn 30 this year thirty, i have a beautiful amazing wife, a son who is the biggest blessing in my life, like i got it together now, but I don’t still, obvious by writing this. I remember one time getting to get my glasses prescription. They had to take me to town, the eye doctor, i thought about coming to him for help, but I thought if he works with these people, hell just report me to them, not them to authorities. My grandpa applegate, my moms dad, he died of suicide while I was gone, diagnosed with a terminal cancer he took it into his own hands. I never got to say good bye. When his funeral happened I wasn’t brought home for it, no, I was allowed to “write a letter to be read”. I wrote a letter, and it got read and a lot of family members said how deep it was and mature, I till this day have never watched the funeral video, I can’t. Because I should have been there. When I was on the wall, lookin towards the window could get me in trouble, because it was considered plotting an escape. I read in an english class I know where the caged bird sings, it became my favorite poem because I would watch the birds on the outside of the window and see how free they were. The joy of that. I was a juggalo, they banned me of talking anything icp related. I’d hum icp songs in protest, not like they knew them, also still a juggalo, two scoops of whoop. They day my dad came to get me, well I was peeing, and when I got out I saw him by the front door which was not far from the restroom, I ran up and hugged him saying oh my god dad! I love you! I started crying. He took to the place I always heard the workers there talk about a place called the Sugar Shack, a donut shop. Gosh dang good donuts! Then he took me to some cousins on the coast of oregon. Two days being out I was running on the beaches of the oregon coast. The sand in my feet, the breeze, the feeling of freedom. Scotts Valley School was shut down i think in 2016 for child abuse, i will link articles, but damn that place will forever haunt my head. The bats of the cave of my mind. I am married now with a family. I do my best to be a strong individual and provide, but this place has forever scared me and left me feeling weak. I couldn’t protect myself, so now I want to do everything to protect my family and be there for them. Scotts Valley school, I now live in a place called Scott Valley, the geographic area name, all come full circle? There is probably a lot more I could add to this, but for now, I just wanted to write down the bare minimum. If you have read this, thank you. I have found peace in my mind, heart, and soul as much as I can, and I hope those who have gone through similar ordeals can find some semblance of peace in their existence as well. I thank Jesus for keeping me hopeful in times I wanted to die. God bless you all.
https://www.statesmanjournal.com/story/news/politics/2015/12/14/lack-food-among-abuse-and-neglect-complaints-boarding-school/77246394/
https://www.oregonlive.com/politics/2015/12/hunger_vulgar_names_oregon_air.html
https://www.columbian.com/news/2016/jan/07/oregon-threatens-license-of-teen-boarding-school/
https://www.facebook.com/anorexicchild/posts/scotts-valley-boarding-school-in-yoncalla-oregon-scotts-valley-school-starved-th/368786460137878/
https://media.oregonlive.com/politics_impact/otheScotts%20Valley%20Notice%20of%20Intent%20to%20Revoke%20December%2011%202015.pdf
Ps the starved kid in the please eat post is not me
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2024.05.12 11:29 struggalogamer Scotts Valley School Yoncalla, Oregon (closed)

My Experience
It was January 10, 2011. I’ll never forget that date. It was the day my life changed. Also it was the day of the college football national championship. I was and still am a big college football fan (Go Cal Bears!). Oregon was set to play auburn and i was going to watch it with my neighbor two doors down. I had been doing poorly in school, and yeah was a big pot head, still am, but am much more responsible. Anyways i told myself this semester i was going to actually try in school. I woke up at six am to get ready for my day, something that i never do. I went to put on my shoes and i noticed the laces were missing. Immediately i went to my mom and asked where are my laces? She wouldn’t give me an answer and was just acting so strange. Eventually she left the house and as she was leaving two men were walking up our walkway. I figured they were plumbers considering we had plumbing issues recently. They walked in and before I knew it they walked up to me on either side and slammed me to the ground and handcuffed me. I didn’t react as it was, I didn’t expect it for one, and for two when it began I froze, I didn’t know what to do. Once on the ground I started to squirm, I screamed “Please Help me help me I’m being kidnapped! Please!” They responded No use in screaming no one can hear you. I kept screaming. One of them said go ahead get it over with when your quiet it’ll be over sooner. After probably about ten minutes, I realized no use in fighting, they helped me up and walked me to a small suv and put me in the back and put the seat belt on me. This was the beginning. I remember on the way up to Yoncalla Oregon from Sacramento California we stopped at a burger king. They offered to get me some but food was the last thing on my mind. Looking back I wish I had taken up the offer. I remember being by the ashtray seeing a half smoked cigarette and asking to smoke it, they said I couldn’t. After a long drive we got there they walked me in. The whole way I talked about how I’d get away and run away. Well of course they told the staff at Scott Valley. By the way this is the perfect point to say I was sent to Scott Valley School in Yoncalla, Oregon. One of the many so called trouble teen schools. So being told I had threatened to run away I was put on runaway watch. For about two weeks I was forced to sleep under a light. I obviously didn’t get much sleep. Also I always had two higher phase watchers who would stand on each side of me. They had phases there was like five or six I believe. Most were 2 and 1. There were like 3 phase 3’s and 1 phase 5. There was like 20-30 of us at a time. Anyway where do I start. As I write this, with the emotions and ptsd it comes in full force and yet hazy at the same time. Maybe my head trying to protect me? So I was there seven months, thank god thats it. There were people that had been there years. Some of the people there, my god, I don’t know what to say. From a 12 year old who molested his 1 year old brother and put fish hooks in his carpet so his parents would step on it, to kids that were in there later teens who had used hard drugs, kids that had been molested and acted out as a result, kids that just were wilding out period, a lot of different walks. After I got off of runaway watch I got back on it within two weeks. I was in trouble sitting at the essay table while pe was going on. So one of the punishments was writing essays. But anyway there were two other kids at the table, the twelve year old i mentioned above and the only black kid there on the boys side. I looked at them and said if we worked together we could escape this place. They both just dead stared at me. When it was time to line up, the 12 year old went away first, the other kid looked at me and said were gonna get in trouble, that kid is a snitch and is going to tell on you. He was right. I got put on the “wall” because of that. For two weeks when not eating, sleeping, or using the bathroom, I was staring at a wall were a dot was drawn with a piece of paper on it. I would just let my imagination run wild while this happened thinking about home, friends, family, make believe countries governments politics, anything to keep the mind entertained or semi at peace! There was a green jacket my parents sent up for me that was my grandpa on my mothers side. Grandpa Applegate. It was a super cool green jacket with fake fure on the color, it looked like something you’d wear in the winter in Moscow. They said it had too many pockets and I could hide things in it. So they took it away. They put it in the Pod where all of our extra stuff was stored. Well one pod day where we could exchange stuff, there was a different staff member on duty then the one who said I couldn’t wear it. So i got it out and he didn’t know so i got to wear it for a bit. So when the other staff member got back on shift, he saw the jacket. I was banned from wearing a sweatshirt of any kind for a month. When we had outside pe everyday in Febuary to March I would get so cold. When I would put my hands in my shirt I would get another essay. This is Central Oregon, it gets cold that time of year! So some facts about the living situation, you had three minutes for showers and bathroom. You go over that you get an essay. You get more time the higher phase you get. You ever take a shit in three minutes? If done successfully I commend you. I would go five days without shitting because one of the night workers a guy named Johnny would not keep track of time when I’d get up to ask the restroom in the early morning. Johnny was an angel in a sense. Taking an uninterrupted shit was some of the most bliss I could get. Not trying to be gross but when using the restroom even was so restricted, being able to use the restroom not timed felt like hitting the lotto. When we’d wake up at seven am we only had 1 min to get up and make our bed, timed, if we didn’t make it wed get an essay. I’m naming these things as I remember different events, not necessarily in chronological order, but different events that happened. I had a peach fuzz mustache i was so proud of and long curly hair. They gave me a buzz cut and forced me to shave. My dad sent my grandpa Andrews old electric razor. That’s my dads dad. My biggest hero in my life. His name I got tatted on me at 19. I write this at 29. He died when I was 9. Most of the other kids had razors you could charge, mine needed to be plugged in to work, I didn’t understand that. I had never shaved to begin with, so I thought it was broken. I threw it away and put in a request for a new one. My father told them it was a plug in, but it was already to late so he needed to order me a new one. At a group therapy session thing, yeah we did that every day, and none of the people working there had any degrees that could go to the field they were working in. Anyway my writing is not perfect so as I was saying, at a group therapy thing, Jad one of the main guys working there brought up the razor, he said I knew it wasn’t broken, but I just wanted a new one. You don’t love your grandpa youre just a selfish little bitch. Those words still are ingrained in my mind. I know they are false but god damn they hurt. I cried. As I cried he just continued to tell me how selfish I am and im a bitch a pussy etc. William Frederick Andrews was my grandfathers name, as said I got it tatted on me at 19. He was born 1924, in 2024, my first child, a son, was born, William Frederick Andrews II. I call that a moral victory. Crazy how it worked out to be a 100 year difference. Another time it was 420, I cried because I wanted to smoke and he called me out on it in group therapy. He called me a bitch, a pussy, the usual. Weird things happened there, like one time they did a “fire drill” in the middle of the night, we had to go out into the cold in our underwear for five minutes until it was over. There were girls there but they were in a separate area. When they walked by or vice versa we had to look the other way. One of the many reasons it got shut down is there was a case of a student raping another. Apparently the girl who reported it got hounded in group therapy to the point she recanted. Now I could be wrong, but I think I know the person who did it, only one guy from the male side reached level five to the point where he became staff and could go to the girl side for group therapy. I don’t know for sure but that’s what i assume. At one point they were building a new building and they had us digging the ground around it for construction. Yeah they had us do all the cleaning indoors and out doors. If you were bad you could have your school privileges taken away. I had one kid who was a phase above me copy my work. He got caught. He got demoted, and got repromoted before I left. I never got past phase 1. So phase 1 red shirt. Phase 2 green shirt. Phase 3 Blue shirt. Phase 4 and above whatever you want. Like I said a lot of this is not in order. I am writing this in one go after years of talking about it to my loved ones. Put my thoughts to the pen, or keyboard in this case. So they did this thing were it was like a week, where it was the program or some weird name. They would break you down and “build you up” you would get a demeaning name for a week and then get an empowering name. I got the picture that if you were just a weed smoking low grade getting teen, you wouldn’t be ever seen as getting progress, you had to have “admitting to a bad act” of some sort. I made a story about how I let a girl cut me and drink my blood and how I thought about killing my dad. I know, like why would one lie and say that?!, well I figured if I had said I had done that and then shown to be turned good, it would reward me as changed and out that place. Looking back im like what the fuck. But I just wanted out and I was sure as hell willing to lie my way out. So yeah i went by like blood sucker or something like that for a week, but thats not bad. I remember so well one girl who was adopted and had relations with several boys back where she was from, she got sent there for that, and her name for the week was “Orphan Whore”. Also there were other students who weren’t going through the program that were involved with the process. Elon school or something like that where students yell at other students all sorts of insulting shit The end of it I reclaimed my name or whatever and they had me do like a ballet dance kind of weird thing to show rebirth, not that ballets weird, but in this scenario, yeah. I remember there was a day they said the world was going to end, someday in May 2011 some random wacko said, it made headlines as a joke more than anything, but i remember hearing it and hoping it happens because I wanted out. There was a gym there with rafters. I used to dream of hanging myself from them to get out. I dreamed about a car driving into the school and opening a wall up so we could run away. They used to tell us if we ran away there is bear and cougars out there, if they dont get us the cops will, and theyll put us in juvi just to have us sent back when out. They had these things called group essays. If someone did something and it no one admitted to it wed all have to write an essay about how we could have prevented it. One time a kid wiped shit on all the walls in the bathroom, the kid never admitted to it so we all had to write an essay on how we could have prevented it. I remember one time going to use the bathroom there was semen on the toilet seat, lol teen boys sex drive. I just wiped it off before I sat down. One time late at night I was masterbating in my bed. There was 20 of us sleeping in bunks in the same room, the kid who ended up copying my work i mentioned, saw me making some um, sheet movements, and looked my way giving me a dirty look, i just rolled over pretending like i was scratching, oh snap, almost caught. Not trying to be disgusting, teenage boys, find one that doesn’t masterbate, and i’ll give you some ocean beach front property in Kansas. You got weekly phone calls with your parents, you never dared to say what was going on because they were always listening. Letters same, they read them, so no use in saying something, they’ll just read it and throw it away, later my father asked me why didn’t you tell me what was going on? Well… My gf at the time ended up getting a bf after 6 months of waiting, i don’t blame her. Hey it was teenage love so im not hurt, but at the time it hurt because neither of us willingly ended it. She sent me a bookmark to have up there, it had us kissing on it, they took it from me for it being sexually explicit. They banned me from sitting up in bed and praying. I was atheist from 12 to 27 except for that time, i came back to my faith, praying for my exodus. I’m a christian again now, but only after I found a denomination that was open and affirming because I’m bisexual. Thinking about this, my mind can’t explain the pain, the rain of emotional trauma that falls in my cranium. Many times I’ve turned to cocaine, liquor, and suicidal thoughts because of the pain. It fucked my whole concept of everything in life. My emotions, my understanding of control of my own life, my ability to have healthy relationships, just so much. I still have dreams of being back there and wake up with nightmares, I was sixteen then, i turn 30 this year thirty, i have a beautiful amazing wife, a son who is the biggest blessing in my life, like i got it together now, but I don’t still, obvious by writing this. I remember one time getting to get my glasses prescription. They had to take me to town, the eye doctor, i thought about coming to him for help, but I thought if he works with these people, hell just report me to them, not them to authorities. My grandpa applegate, my moms dad, he died of suicide while I was gone, diagnosed with a terminal cancer he took it into his own hands. I never got to say good bye. When his funeral happened I wasn’t brought home for it, no, I was allowed to “write a letter to be read”. I wrote a letter, and it got read and a lot of family members said how deep it was and mature, I till this day have never watched the funeral video, I can’t. Because I should have been there. When I was on the wall, lookin towards the window could get me in trouble, because it was considered plotting an escape. I read in an english class I know where the caged bird sings, it became my favorite poem because I would watch the birds on the outside of the window and see how free they were. The joy of that. I was a juggalo, they banned me of talking anything icp related. I’d hum icp songs in protest, not like they knew them, also still a juggalo, two scoops of whoop. They day my dad came to get me, well I was peeing, and when I got out I saw him by the front door which was not far from the restroom, I ran up and hugged him saying oh my god dad! I love you! I started crying. He took to the place I always heard the workers there talk about a place called the Sugar Shack, a donut shop. Gosh dang good donuts! Then he took me to some cousins on the coast of oregon. Two days being out I was running on the beaches of the oregon coast. The sand in my feet, the breeze, the feeling of freedom. Scotts Valley School was shut down i think in 2016 for child abuse, i will link articles, but damn that place will forever haunt my head. The bats of the cave of my mind. I am married now with a family. I do my best to be a strong individual and provide, but this place has forever scared me and left me feeling weak. I couldn’t protect myself, so now I want to do everything to protect my family and be there for them. Scotts Valley school, I now live in a place called Scott Valley, the geographic area name, all come full circle? There is probably a lot more I could add to this, but for now, I just wanted to write down the bare minimum. If you have read this, thank you. I have found peace in my mind, heart, and soul as much as I can, and I hope those who have gone through similar ordeals can find some semblance of peace in their existence as well. I thank Jesus for keeping me hopeful in times I wanted to die. God bless you all.
https://www.statesmanjournal.com/story/news/politics/2015/12/14/lack-food-among-abuse-and-neglect-complaints-boarding-school/77246394/
https://www.oregonlive.com/politics/2015/12/hunger_vulgar_names_oregon_air.html
https://www.columbian.com/news/2016/jan/07/oregon-threatens-license-of-teen-boarding-school/
https://www.facebook.com/anorexicchild/posts/scotts-valley-boarding-school-in-yoncalla-oregon-scotts-valley-school-starved-th/368786460137878/
https://media.oregonlive.com/politics_impact/otheScotts%20Valley%20Notice%20of%20Intent%20to%20Revoke%20December%2011%202015.pdf
Ps the starved kid in the please eat post is not me
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2024.05.12 04:58 Laxman20000 Why the Catholic Church is Right (from a recent convert)

Hi everyone, this is my first post in this community (23M). I was baptized, confirmed, and received my first communion on the Easter Vigil this year. The main reason I joined was because I believe we are right and the evidence is overwhelming. I come from a secular upbringing and little exposure to religion so all of my knowledge has been gained over the last 6 years (most within the last 8 months). I have believed Christianity is true since 2018 but I wasn’t 100% sure which church was right until the last year. I wanted to just provide a helpful bullet point “cheat sheet” of why we are the true church that I tried to keep as brief as possible, I think I did an okay job. I wanted to address the protestant objections specifically. I didn’t include the full bible verses below for all the ones quoted to save space on this post so please look those up on your own for full scripture.
Why the Catholic Church is the one true church:

1: The Papacy and Central Authority:

-Matthew 16:18 (Peter is given the keys to the church and head apostle power)(binding and loosing) -Early church fathers stress the importance of being in communion with Rome

2: Not by Faith Alone:

-James 2:24-“a person is justified by his works and not by faith alone” (only time “faith alone” shows up in the bible) -John 3:36 (believe in Jesus or disobey-this implies the opposite of believing is disobeying which means not only faith is needed) -James 2:19 (the devil believes in God and is not saved) -Philippians 2:12 (we have to work out salvation-implies works are involved if initial justification is not enough here (this is obeying, look back at John 3:36)
**They may quote the following 2 verses to object: -Galatians 2:16 (works of law here=Jewish mosaic law (613 Jewish commandments that christians don’t follow so of course we wouldn’t be justified by them)(example: required circumsicion or banned from eating pork) -Romans 3:20 (works of law here is human law, Paul is speaking to gentiles)

3: Confession to Priest

-John 20:23 (“If you forgive anyone’s sins, their sins are forgiven; if you do not forgive them, they are not forgiven”)(Jesus says this to his apostles)

4: Baptism Required for Salvation/Infant Baptism

-John 3:5 (“no one can enter kingdom of heaven without being born of water and spirit”)

5: Real Presence in Eucharist

-John 6:51, 1 Corinthians 11:27-29 (both describe the literal flesh and blood of Christ being present) -Look up Eucharistic Miracles for real life proof

6: Apostolic Succession/Traditions

-Acts 1:12 (You see here that Judas replaced by Matthias therefore showing the first apostolic succession) -2 Thessalonians 2:15 (keep apostolic traditions) -1 Corinthians 11:2 (keep apostolic traditions)

7: The Catholic Church predates the Bible and decided on the Biblical Canon in 382 AD at the Council of Rome/The Protestants Removed 7 Books from the Bible

-The Early church used the Greek Septuagint Old Testament as their holy book to reference so Martin Luther removing the 7 books is a huge problem if preaching bible alone, it’s not even the full bible that was canonized.

8: Overwhelming Real Life Evidence of Miracles that Science has tested

-Eucharistic miracles, Our Lady of Fatima, Our Lady of Lourdes, Our Lady of Guadalupe

9: Unity

-Christ preaches against division, why would he want 30,000 denominations? The Central Authority keeps the Church unified and not broken off -Why would Jesus allow a false church to run the world for 1000-1500 years and then a man in the 1500s knows more than a church descended from Christ himself -Oral tradition precedes the Bible and Jesus doesn’t say to write the Bible anywhere in the Bible, he does say he is establishing a church, however. (Matthew 16:18) -The only way to have consistent teaching is through one church

10: Purgatory

-1 Corinthians 3:11-15, Matthew 12:32 also why would there be no in-between if someone dies in minor sin because nothing impure can enter heaven (Revelation 21:27)

11: Praying to the Saints

-First off, Prayer does not mean worship, it means request for help or expression of thanks-that is the dictionary definition -Intercessory prayer is supported in the bible and Mary is clearly in heaven and full of grace (rev 12)(luke 1:28) (also prayers to Mary are found in catacombs 250 AD) -The saint prayers are likely more found in tradition than the new testament itself since the saints were all alive at the point the new testament works were being written but the bible supports it anyways (bible doesn’t say bible alone so it wouldn’t matter) -The saints are not dead-they have eternal life, so it’s not praying to the dead: “And as for the dead being raised, have you not read in the book of Moses, in the story about the bush, how God said to him, ‘I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob’? He is God not of the dead, but of the living; you are quite wrong.” - Mark 12:26-27) (Revelation 5:8, 8:3) -Also…Why do protestants pray for each other if only God is needed? -Only valid question here is how do we know the saints are in heaven but that shouldn’t be a real problem with all of the above listed
Conclusion: when Jesus was on Earth, he gave us a church that administers sacraments to receive God’s grace. The Bible itself is the Inspired word of God that came years and years later. The Church and Tradition predate scripture so to ignore their continued importance is hard to argue because the religion would not have spread for 300 years without them. This is why the Catholic Church is truly the one, holy, catholic, and apostolic church.
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