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2024.05.01 02:40 TruthIsAntiMormon Warren Parrish's testimony and the ne'er ending dishonesty of mormon apologetics.

Elsewhere a person selectively quoted Warren Parrish in an attempt to defend Joseph Smith's false translations from being factually labelled FALSE:
I have set by his side and penned down the translation of the Egyptian Hieroglyphicks as he claimed to receive it by direct inspiration of Heaven.
But they did NOT quote the whole letter and used it (100% DISHONESTLY) as a faith building testimony.
This is a despicable and dishonest action being taken. To prove so and expose the continued and ne'er ending dishonesty of mormon apologetics and its practitioners, I quote the whole letter (below)
If Warren Parrish should be quoted, then by Mormon God, quote him fully and in context.
KIRTLAND, Feb. 5, 1838.
To the EDITOR of the PAINESVILLE REPUBLICAN:
SIR: -- I have taken the liberty to send you a synopsis of some of the leading features of the characters of Joseph Smith, Jr., and Sydney Rigdon, who are styled leaders of the Mormon Church, and if you are disposed, and think it would be of service to the public, you are at liberty to publish it. I have for several years past been a member of the Church of Latter day Saints, commonly called Mormon, belonging to the quorum of seventy High Priests, and an intimate acquaintance of Joseph Smith, Jr., and Sydney Rigdon, the modern Prophets, and have had an opportunity of ascertaining to as great an extent, perhaps the real characters of these men, as any other individual. I have been Smith's private Secretary, called to fill this high and responsible station by revelation which I wrote myself as it dropped from the lips of the Prophet, and although contrary to my natural inclinations, I submitted to it, fearing to disobey or treat lightly the commands of the Almighty. I have kept his Journal, and, like Baram [sic, Baruch?], the ancient scribe, have had the honor of writing the History of one of the Prophets. -- I have attended him in the private Councils, in the secret chambers and in public exhibition. -- I have performed a pilgrimage with him, (not to Mecca,) but to Missouri, a distance of 1000 miles, for the redemption of Zion, in company with about two hundred others, called the camp of Israel. When we arrived in Clay County adjoining Jackson County, Mo., in which Zion was located by revelation, and from which our brethren had been driven, we were informed through the Prophet that God had revealed to us that we need not cross over and fight as we had expected, but that God had accepted our sacrifice as he did that of Abraham, ours being equal to his when he offered up his Son. Therefore, we were sealed up unto eternal life in the name of Jesus Christ, as a reward for our suffering and obedience. I have set by his side and penned down the translation of the Egyptian Hieroglyphicks as he claimed to receive it by direct inspiration of Heaven. I have listened to him with feelings of no ordinary kind, when he declared that the audible voice of God, instructed him to establish a Banking-Anti Banking institution, which like Aaron's rod should swallow up all other Banks (the Bank of Monroe excepted,) and grow and flourish and spread from the rivers to the ends of the earth, and survive when all others should be laid in ruins. I have been astonished to hear him declare that we had 60,000 Dollars in specie in our vaults, and $600,000 at our command, when we had not to exceed $6,000 and could not command any more; also that we had but about ten thousand Dollars of our bills in circulation, when he, as Cashier of the institution, knew that there was at least $150,000. Knowing their extreme poverty when they commenced this speculation, I have been not a little surprised to hear them assert that they were worth from three to four hundred thousand Dollars Cash, and in less than ninety days after, became insolvent without any change in their business affairs. But such has been the audacity of these boasting blasphemers, that they have assumed the authority to curse, or to bless, to damn, or to save, not only this Church but this entire generation, and that they hold their destinies in this world and that which is to come. And such has been their influence over this Church in this place, that they have filched the monies from their pockets and obtained their earthly substance for the purpose of establishing a Bank and various wild speculations, in order that they might aggrandize themselves and families, until they have reduced their followers to wretchedness and want. For the year past their lives have been one continued scene of lying, deception, and fraud, and that too, in the name of God. But this I can account for in my own mind, having a knowledge of their private characters and sentiments, I believe them to be confirmed Infidels, who have not the fear of God before their eyes, notwithstanding their high pretensions to holiness, and frequent correspondence with the Angels of Heaven, and the revelations of Jesus Christ by the power of the Holy Ghost. What avails the claims of such men to holiness of heart, when their examples do violence to the system of morality, to say nothing about religion? What more favorable idea, can one entertain who has heard them say that man has no more agency than a wheelbarrow, and consequently is not accountable, and in the final end of all things no such principle will exist as sin. This language, independent of many abominations that might be named, such as the Prophet's fighting four pitched battles at fisticuff, within four years, one with his own natural brother, one with his brother-in-law, one with Ezra Thair, and one with a Baptist priest, speaks volumes. -- Their management in this place has reduced society to a complete wreck. The recent outrage committed here, viz. the burning of the Printing establishment, I have no doubt was nothing more, nor less than carrying into effect Smith and Rigdon's last revelation that they had before they took their leave of this place between two days -- in fact the lying, fighting, stealing, running away, &c., that has carried on among us are only reducing their theory to practice, and in some instances they have not only taught the theory, but have set the example themselves. And I am fully convinced that their precepts and examples, both in public and in private, are calculated to corrupt the morals of their votaries and cast a shade over their characters, which like the twilight of evening will soon settle into the gloom of midnight darkness; and had it not been arrested in its mad career, would have transmitted to succeeding generations, a system of hereditary tyranny, and spiritual despotism, unparalleled in the annals of the christian Church, the Church of Rome not excepted. But they have fled in the night; "they love darkness rather than light because their deeds are evil; the wicked flee when no man pursuth." -- the printing establishment, book bindery, &c., was formerly the property of Smith and Rigdon; it had been sold the day previous to its being set on fire, by virtue of two executions obtained against them of one thousand dollars each, for issuing banking paper contrary to law. The establishment had fallen into the hands of those who have of late remonstrated against the wickedness of the above-named individuals; and had it not been sacrificed upon the altar of reckless fanaticism, it would no doubt at this time have been speaking the truth, as an atonement for an ill-spent life; a well grounded conviction of this fact was evidently one reason why Smith and Rigdon obtained a revelation to abscond; and that the press must not at all hazards be suffered to be put in requisition against them; also that God would destroy this place by fire, for its wickedness against his Prophets, and that his servants are swift messengers of destruction, by whose hands he avenges himself upon his enemies; this accounts for the outrage. This is but a preface to the catalogue of their iniquities that might be enumerated. But the most astonishing thing after all is, that men of common sense and common abilities, should be so completely blinded as to dispense entirely with the evidence of their senses, and tamely submit to be led by such men, and to contenance such glaring inconsistencies; and at the same time to be made to believe, that they had God for their author, and the happiness and well being of mankind for their end and aim. But the magic charm is broken at last; superstition and bigotry have begun to lose their influence and unclench their iron grasp from this devoted people who have "been led like lambs to the slaughter, and as a sheep is dumb before her shearers," so have we not dared to open our mouths. However justice seems to be in pursuit of the workers of iniquity; and sooner or later will overtake them: they will reap a just and sure retribution for their folly. This then is the conclusion of the whole matter; they lie by revelation, swindle by revelation, cheat and defraud by revelation, run away by revelation, and if they do not mend their ways, I fear that they will at last be damned by revelation. M. [sic, W.] PARRISH.
This is to certify that we are personally acquainted with said Parish, Smith and Rigdon, and that the above is a statement of facts according to our best recollections.
LUKE JOHNSON, } two of the twelve JOHN BOYNTON, } Apostles. SYLVESTER SMITH, } formerly presidents LEONARD RICH. } of the Seventies.
~Warren Parrish letter to E. Holmes~ KIRTLAND, AUG. 11th. 1838.
Sir -- In answer to your inquiries,
1st. Whether I believe in the book of Mormon as being of divine origin? I answer, I do not; and that for the best of reasons, viz. Martin Harris, one of the subscribing witnesses; has come out at last, and says he never saw the plates, from which the book purports to have been translated, except in vision; and he further says that any man who says he has seen them in any other way is a liar, Joseph not excepted; -- see new edition, Book of Covenants, page 170, which agrees with Harris's testimony.
2d. Whether J. Smith's brothers are still in the faith? I answer, that I do not believe they are, or ever were; neither do I believe that Joseph or Rigdon either believe in the Bible, book of Mormon, or book of Covenants; they are notorious infidels. Smith says he has got as good an inquisition around him in Missouri, as the pope ever had, and he says that Mahomet was a true prophet, and he propagated his religion by the sword, and so will he; this he intends to do to my certain knowledge, if his own assertions can be believed.
3d. Orson Pratt was preaching Mormonism in New York the last I heard from him.
4th. William McLellen, Oliver Cowdery, David and John Whitmers and many others have withdrawn from them. Lyman Johnson, one of the 12 apostles, withdrew from them, and they tried to kill him, they fired thirteen guns at him while he was leaving. W. PARRISH.
To. E. Holmes.
If you want mormons and mormon faith to be considered even SLIGHTLY honest or truthful, then start acting like it and stop acting deceitful, duplicitous, dishonest and irrational.
I quote again what Parrish stated because it is as TRUE today as it was then:
the most astonishing thing after all is, that men of common sense and common abilities, should be so completely blinded as to dispense entirely with the evidence of their senses, and tamely submit to be led by such men, and to contenance such glaring inconsistencies; and at the same time to be made to believe, that they had God for their author, and the happiness and well being of mankind for their end and aim. But the magic charm is broken at last; superstition and bigotry have begun to lose their influence and unclench their iron grasp...
they lie by revelation, swindle by revelation, cheat and defraud by revelation, run away by revelation, and if they do not mend their ways, I fear that they will at last be damned by revelation.
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2024.05.01 02:18 Haunting-Record-2139 [TX] Received a vacate notice and then citation for nonpayment before my rent was due according to my lease. Court in 3 days, but my landlord removed my lease from my account last night before I could re-print it.

Hi and thank you for reading,
This should've been straightforward, but now it's complicated. First, the straightforward part:
  1. As per my lease: Vacate notices are sent via first class mail on the 6th of every month for anyone with a balance of $150 or more. Evictions are filed on the 12th of every month for anyone that is 1 month past due on rent. Period. Literally that grammar + those words.
  2. Past: As of 12/1/23 this was conducted as written. I know because payroll super screwed up a refund and didn't fix it until after holiday. So, I couldn't pay 12/1/23 rent until 1/4/24. I paid current on 1/1/24 and then back rent on 1/4/24 with no problem other than the expected late fee. I have all related docs. Account was at $0. This was pay 12/1/13 before 1/6/24 1 = No vacate notice.
  3. Present: I started a new job 2/26 and virtually identical situation (2/1/24 was on time). New paycheck+old job payout wouldn't hit until first week of April, so I'd have to suck it up for the late fee. This meant pay 3/1/24 rent before 4/6/24 = No vacate notice.
INSTEAD... The whack part:
3/16: I received a "mailed" non-negotiable vacate notice dated 3/3 to move out by 3/15. (I say "mailed" bc I checked my mail on 3/14, and my box was empty. Lease says "first class" that's a +7D tops) 4/2: Sheriff handed me a citation at my door. This was before all before 4/6/24.
Well, my landlord doesn't respond to emails. Ever. I was too busy trying to be an engineer and fit in. I never had this happen before in my life. So, like a willful idiot, I assumed I had done something wrong and just decided to plan for the worst. This was until I read the TX property codes after weeks of freaking out and trying to fit in at my new job despite being a secret soon-to-be hobo. All in all, this meets the Ch 92 descriptions of retaliation by a landlord and really seems like they can't say jack about good faith. I start building my case. It's pretty straightforward just like the lease.
4/29 (~7pm): Glorious Amazon delivers my printer. (~10pm): I go to my tenant account (app and web), and my lease, which I wanted to print ... it was gone! Documents [EMPTY]. Note- I'm even more of an idiot bc yes, my hardcopy got totaled in like mid-Feb (and almost my BC) when I dropped literally everything (forms, open food, open soda) in a gross car puddle after finally getting my TX DL from like 2hrs away. Also, I had a printer, but it wouldn't turn on anymore (No troubleshooting would help. It was old). I know I should've re-printed sooner so that I'd discover my printer crapped out sooner.
Anyways, the dates on the actual eviction citation say: vacate notice by 3/3 as according to the lease and citation filing 4/1 according to lease. WERE WE READING THE SAME DOCUMENT!
The only other evidence I have with the OG lease dates as signed by me on 5/29/2023 is the welcome email they sent me. The one of two emails I've ever gotten from them.
NO. This is not about damage, illegal crap, etc... I have a decently bad neuropathy (along with a life-long metabolic disorder) that makes me pretty low energy these days and VERY BROKE. I don't do much other than work (and worry now). I don't even drink and rarely have visitors. Mostly, it's just the 1 or 2 people for like an evening every other week or so. This is all for that 1 month of rent, which wasn't a nonpayment.
I know this sounds insane. How could a management company be so ignorant? But to be fair, I did think that too. Which is why I thought I had to be wrong until I got balls and really read the property code.
Lastly, I'll finish with the one thing I did actually do wrong- I regret it 100%. Please don't call me stupid. I already know that. Once I saw I had missed the vacate date and couldn't get my landlord to talk to me. I figured I'd wait to pay my rent until the actual lease due date (4/12/24) because it legitimately seemed like they terminated my lease and weren't down to discuss it. This was even when I got my check. I figured my lease was over, so if I could put off medical appointments+set this money aside, I could keep from being one of those depressingly sick/injured homeless people you see on the side of the street. I've let it go on for too long.
After I read the property codes like a damn genius, I learned NO. You are still a resident whether or not you're actively being evicted. Just because a vacate notice says it's non-negotiable and just bc for whatever reason it took 12-13 days first class so you missed the deadline, doesn't mean your lease was terminated. So, learn from me if you're not a knowledge knower here. If you are though, how screwed am I? Court Friday. NO Lease. Moronic decision. 28Y F soon to be homeless?
Please note: Not broke enough or disabled enough for aid. Don't want to be. Yet, can't afford attorney. Can't afford a new lease. Can barely afford food- Paying too much medical debt+school debt.
No family- Adult foster youth. No friends that are close enough at new job. Jobs get hard to keep when my medical crap starts up- tried to pick this one carefully. Can't imagine that+street sleeping in the heat. Maybe not soon homeless, but soon dead legit. Didn't think about that 114F degree summer heat+health.
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2024.05.01 02:17 Mobile_Cheesecake270 Let’s talk tattoos!

My boyfriend is looking for an awesome tattoo artist in the Teasure Valley area, specifically someone that is good with tribal prints! If you have suggestions and/or pictures, let’s see them!
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2024.04.30 22:36 Vivid_Ad_679 Female with High Testosterone - How to Kill the Man In Me

I am not transgender, I am afab- this is due to a medical issue. I would appreciate all transgender politics not be discussed in response to my question, as it isn’t relevant.
Requested relevant information: Me 25f Boyfriend 30m, friends for 10 years, 2.5 years together, and getting engaged in 6 months. Cohabitating in house I own.
Issue(s): - I medically have high testosterone, which I believe results in masculine tendencies. This is not intentional, it is due to PCOS. - I have a history of perfectionism and control issues. - I have a higher sex drive than my partner due to the increase in hormones and my lifestyle emasculating him.
I have tried: - Being entirely reliant on him, unintentionally. I burnt out completely, became bedridden, and now he is nursing me back to health. This has oddly helped our relationship due to me being forced to slow down and lean on him for help. - On good days, I embody the softer, feminine behaviors from early in our relationship to great success. - Kinky, submissive sex. Or servicing his needs exclusively in a variety of intimate ways. This is enjoyed by both parties but isn’t possible on bad medical days.
I need help with: - “Killing” the masculine drive that the testosterone has given me. - Submitting the appropriate and desired amount. - Swallowing more of TRP despite my career path and past mindset. - Finding validation in a slower path and in my home life rather than a high stakes competitive career.
I’m really not sure what is relevant, so I am throwing pretty much everything out there. There’s a lot of fake shit on Reddit these days, a lot of fan fiction and LARPing. I’ve assessed what my historical relationships and mindsets have been and done my best to summarize them in an unbiased way.
Background:
I’ve always been a high achiever attracted to the “I can fix him” kind of man. I was a print model, I’ve won international STEM competitions, won national musical composition contests, taught yoga, and played competitive airsoft. High grades in high level courses. My skills have always been broad and awarded due to my diligence and daily practice to master my crafts. If I was going to do something, I was going to be the best at it. There has always been a fire under my feet driving me to move forward.
All of this wasn’t for my enjoyment, it was for the external validation. If I didn’t get the attention for something or the first place trophy, I might of just wasted my time.
I’ve had a handful of prior boyfriends in the past 10 years. Those “I can fix him” men I spent months on each relationship cheated (once my effort put them in a better place) or turned out to be gay. Sometimes it was a double and they cheated on me with men.
I’ve come to understand now that these men felt I emasculated them. I felt like a kink dispenser overtime. I would make it clear that in the bedroom and in life I craved being submissive, they would agree and feign interest, only to push me into dominating them in the bedroom (pegging etc) which was past my comfort level. After I would advance their career, help them pay off debts, fix porn addictions, they would have their fill and leave me for even younger women (if they didn’t go on to date men after). The next woman was always very submissive. Mutual friends would tell me how quiet the new girls were, once even saying one was “docile”. I got my exes in a place where they could support the next woman fully on their own and she could be a homemaker.
More recent events:
The two guys I dated the longest ended up being abusive (mentally, physically, and financially). I stayed because I knew they’d never leave if I was “good enough” and focused my perfect performance traits into being the best girlfriend in these two relationships. I thought that was what submissive “meant” and what men wanted. They were both very anti femdom, which was good because I didn’t enjoy doing that anyways.
With my most recent ex, this is not the subreddit to go into the details of the abuse, but my older brother’s friend ended up helping me evict my ex safely.
My older brother’s friend (28m then 30m now) and I (22f then 25f now) fell in love. We’ve known each other for 10 years and played airsoft together every weekend. I’ve always had a massive crush on him, there are pages and pages in my teenage diary about how much of a Prince Charming he was in my eyes. I was not age appropriate for him and he didn’t see me as viable until me needing his help at 22. The crush was unspoken and no grooming occurred, just a healthy “brothers friend” -> family friend -> helping me in a bad situation -> now. We are now dating.
With a bit of guidance and help starting therapy and medication, he is a 10/10 captain. (Im in therapy and on meds too, I practice what I preach). He gave me a safe place at his apartment to do school work, setting me up with snacks and coziness and made me feel like such a princess. He’s older than me by 5yr, wiser, went through everything I’ve been through and came out alive. Dominant in all the right ways. We moved in together when his rental situation got dicey. We cooked for each other, cuddled softly, he lead me through so much. I started favoring his ideas of moving to New England instead of the biggest city I could afford, for the first time I wanted kids and to wear a white princess dress down the aisle. He taught me so much about his passion/field, we would spend time off at art museums and historical sites and hiking, I felt soft and feminine to his broad and masculine. It healed my soul and I swallowed TRP.
His love and guidance and faith in me has enabled me to grow back into the shining star high achiever I used to be- and it emasculated him. Back on my bullshit.
My sex drive is through the roof and he struggled to keep up, I was the primary bread winner by 250%, I became in published author and authoritative source in my niche STEM field, I brought him with me to conferences I presented at to enjoy the 4 star hotels, and I was wining and dining him at the places he grew up going to with his Fortune 500 CEO parents.
Slowly, he became depressed, withdrawn, uninterested in sex, and felt like he wasn’t good enough. His job switched him from full time at the nearby location to part time seasonal 1.5 hours away. His field suddenly required a masters degree for lateral moves, so to work closer he had to jump down a pay grade. No more museum days or hiking trips, he works Thurs-Mon and I work Mon-Fri. He strayed from me with micro-cheating during this time. He sent D&D porn to his female coworkers to discuss and was sending messages to women on a sex forum to role play dominating them. None of this was physical or in real life and was quickly shut down, discussed, and couples therapy sorted it out.
He’s unhappy, I’m unhappy, we are able to communicate on the issue and draw back a bit on the lifestyle. He enrolls in a masters degree program and I stop feeding him answers during zoom interviews. I stop “having his career for him”. He gets a closer job related to his field, still at cut hours, and he perks up a bit.
My burnout finally hits me 3mo ago. I realize how much I was doing for him because I thought I needed to impress and keep him. He doesn’t want that, he wants me back as a partner like back when I was more reliant and needed to carry the load 50/50 or more in his favor. He likes the side of me when I was softer and offering to clean his leather boots instead of throwing money at him to just buy a new pair. I was now making him feel incompetent and like a charity case.
I had a medication side effect and had to change one prescription, it made me very depressed. The 50-65 hour work weeks (with a 5-8 hour side hustle) came to a head when someone’s power move at work resulted in me losing a recent raise. I spiraled. I got very sick. I lost my job. I now can’t get out of bed. Had to fix my original medication, my thyroid, and got diagnosed with PCOS.
PCOS comes with high testosterone- my blood work shows 95ng/dL in a normal reference range of 13-71. Based on my medical history and previous reported side effects, Doctor said that ever since puberty I’ve (likely) had higher than the acceptable range of testosterone for a woman. The increased stress from work raised it even more. In my interpretation of this information, there lies in why I emasculate men. I chemically am as close to one as a woman can unintentionally be.
I missed being my boyfriend’s soft girl, his first mate. I missed going to him for guidance. Ever since being bed ridden, he’s switched back into our old dynamic. We went on a picnic and sat by the water for hours. He’s paying for a majority of dates and bringing home surprises and gifts. He’s brushing my hair when it hurts to move.
Given that PCOS is a recent diagnosis for me, I haven’t started the treatment for it yet and it won’t be effective immediately. I am not asking for medical advice. How do I kill the masculinity in me? The male hormone drive has only led me to burnout and emasculating my partners, it isn’t even satisfying for me to achieve these goals I set because they’ve all been for external validation. When I’m healthy again and the time is right, I want to glow from pregnancy and homemaking instead of from a reflection from the gold in my bank account. I’d rather live a happy life with him in charge and me assisting.
How do I kill the masculine part of me?
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2024.04.30 22:26 JamaicanJailBait The SGI practice does not help people become strong, resilient, and emotionally healthy - a disturbing case study

This is from Dr. Levi McLaughlin's April 2016 paper "Religious Responses to the 2011 Tsunami in Japan", starting on page 9 of 21. First a little background you may be unfamiliar with (I know I was):
On March 11, 2011, at 2:46 p.m., Japan was hit by the largest earthquake in its recorded history. The 9.0 tremor struck 129 kilometers off the coast of Miyagi Prefecture and triggered a tsunami that peaked at over 40 meters and extended as far as 10 kilometers inland. Thousands of square kilometers of the coastal regions across northeastern Honshū (Japan’s largest island) were devastated, with damage concentrated in Iwate, Miyagi, and Fukushima Prefectures.
Most of the news coverage focused on the TEPCO nuclear plants meltdowns, not on the details about the people who'd lived there. 40 meters = just over 131 feet. 10 kilometers = a little over 6 miles. Unbelievable.
Years after 3.11, coastal prefectures in northeast Honshū still hosts communities of kasetsu jūtaku, temporary housing units, which are homes to tens of thousands of displaced refugees. Some survivors fortunate enough to gain sufficient funds through employment and government relief have been able to rebuild their homes or move away from the disaster zone, leaving behind the rows of tiny prefab units that stand in fields, on abandoned soccer grounds, and beside schools. Those who remain tend to lack the means to leave—primarily elderly, on a fixed income or poor before the disaster, bereft of family who can offer amenable accommodation, too psychologically devastated to get their affairs in order, or a combination of these and other challenges.
Here's the conclusion:
Additionally, what the Oguchis said and how they expressed themselves did not cohere neatly with a satisfying narrative arc of ruination leading into spiritual renewal that is common in member testimonials promoted by Soka Gakkai administrators. As the Oguchis spoke to me of their experiences with the tsunami and its aftermath, strong emotions rose to the surface easily and often. They derive joy from their daily work, and they clearly place a great deal of importance on their new, elevated role within Soka Gakkai, but years after 3/11 they remain fragile, prone to expressing profound grief. Unlike many survivors who have moved into reconstructed homes or far away from the disaster area, the Oguchis never escape the voices of the bereaved infiltrating their home at all hours, and they themselves are still visibly distraught. They shed tears of joy at having rediscovered their faith by gaining purpose in aiding others after the tsunami, but speaking with the Oguchis, hearing their anguished stories, and witnessing their wrenching mix of gratitude and sorrow, one might think the tsunami swept through weeks ago, not years. Summaries of their aid efforts do not convey this lingering trauma, nor do they do justice to the layers of life experiences that may explain why the Oguchis remain in their tiny temporary housing unit.
This all is an extremely disturbing report of the sort of thing the Soka Gakkai will never openly disclose. While this couple is doing good things for others, it really does sound like they're being exploited by the Soka Gakkai. Considering that there were two Soka Gakkai administrators along for the interview (see below), this might have been the best "face" they were able to put on for a visitor, and I think it turned out to be far more revealing than the Soka Gakkai would ever have anticipated (or chosen).
If anyone is interested in the detail:
Some who have the capacity to leave choose to remain. I have been fortunate to befriend two people who match this description: Masayuki and Kazuyo Oguchi. Since June 2011, Mr. and Mrs. Oguchi have occupied one of the 125 two-room prefab apartments that are pressed together in long rows in a kasetsu jūtaku community a short drive from the rocky coast of Miyagi Prefecture. On two occasions, in the summers of 2013 and 2014, the Oguchis invited me into their tiny home in the company of two Gakkai administrators to discuss their experience of the 3.11 disasters and their decision to live on in refugee housing. When I visited in 2013, their roughly eighty-square-meter unit was covered in decorations connected to their deep Soka Gakkai faith and their home’s status as a kyoten, a local base for Gakkai operations. Framed photographs of Soka Gakkai Honorary President Ikeda Daisaku and his wife, Kaneko, had pride of place on their walls next to a closed Buddhist altar that served as the center of the single room in which the couple sleeps and eats. Surrounding these images were pictures of flowers, calendars from the Gakkai daily newspaper Seikyō shinbun, colorful photos and articles on the Oguchis cut out from Gakkai publications, and a streamer of small flags from the People’s Republic of China that ran along the top of the living room: visitors from a Chinese university who are associated with one of several Ikeda Daisaku Research Centers in China paid a visit to the housing units, where they were welcomed by a local Gakkai delegation and a meal prepared by Mrs. Oguchi. During my visits, Mrs. Oguchi brought my Gakkai guides and me a steady stream of tea, coffee, cheesecake, and delicious prepared food, displaying a worrying level of generosity for a couple that obviously lived in poverty. Outside, the surrounding community was eerily quiet: only the distant bray of a diesel-powered generator made up for the absence of the ambient hum of modern Japanese towns that is noticeable only when it is gone. Inside the cramped unit, however, the paper-thin walls and creaky floors broadcast every footstep and quiet word from surrounding families. Privacy is completely absent in these homes.
The Oguchis are in their early sixties with seven grandchildren between them, but they are newlyweds, veterans of lives that were tumultuous before the 3.11 catastrophe.
This indicates they do have relatives they could have conceivably moved in with (as so many others in their situation did), unless there was some serious estrangement involved.
They are second-generation members of Soka Gakkai, divorcees
Divorce remains highly stigmatized in conservative Japan.
who met when they were 2 of more than 2,500 refugees crammed into a cavernous gymnasium in Onnagawa, Miyagi Prefecture, a community near the quake epicenter that was among the hardest hit by the tsunami. Both found their way to the gymnasium after their houses were washed away.
What an astonishing trauma!
Kazuyo had cared for her mother in her home, which was in view of the ocean and only a couple of meters above sea level. After days picking her way through mountains of debris toward where she imagined her mother might have survived, Kazuyo was found freezing by a rescue crew that lifted her by helicopter to the gymnasium. When she learned that her mother was not among the thousands of survivors taking shelter there she collapsed from shock. A fellow Gakkai adherent from the same town, a Mrs. Akimoto, found Kazuyo sitting unmoving. She wrapped her in a child’s blanket, the only possession the Akimoto family had rescued from their own destroyed home. Kazuyo’s mother’s remains were discovered on March 31.
“I lost ten kilos while I was in shock,” Mrs. Oguchi recalled. She talked of her mother, who was eighty-four years old when she was killed. “I could not believe it. How could someone who had persevered through so much die in one instant?”
What?? She was 84 years old! Why was she not better prepared for her mother's death? Mumsy was really really OLD! I know a death from a catastrophe is bound to feel different, giving all the associated trauma from the calamity itself, but c'mon!
Her mother had joined Soka Gakkai in the 1950s and had been cast out from her community in Kōriyama, Fukushima Prefecture, because of her faith; neighbors pelted her with water and garbage when she came to their homes in attempts to urge them to take part in Soka Gakkai’s chanting practice and to subscribe to the Seikyō shinbun. Kazuyo’s mother endured these humiliations in her role as what Kazuyo described as a bunshin, an “emanation” of Ikeda Daisaku, using the Buddhist term for a provisional form of an enlightened being created to spread the Dharma.
Yikes. That's details we NEVER hear through official Soka Gakkai sources.
“I was not serious about my faith before the tsunami,” she recalled. “But thanks to being raised by a good mother, I feel that there is meaning in her death. I think of her as passing the baton.” After her mother’s funeral, Kazuyo stayed on with the Onnagawa refugees instead of going to live with her daughter in Kōriyama, dedicating herself wholeheartedly to Soka Gakkai aid mobilization.
Perhaps moving in with her daughter wasn't really an option for her? Attributing her rejection/ostracisation instead to a deliberate decision to do religious stuff for Soka Gakkai would certainly have enabled her to "save face", so important in that culture.
Conditions immediately after 3.11 in the Onnagawa gymnasium were dire. After a chaotic first few days, the refugees were arranged in rows of 90 centimeters by 2 meters per person, nominally separated from neighbors by cardboard dividers. There were almost no emergency supplies making their way through the ruined roads. People would line up one at a time to get a paltry dinner at 5:00, their only meal of the day; if they did not show up in person, they would not get fed. Kazuyo joined the effort to coordinate with Gakkai leaders elsewhere in Miyagi and in Tokyo to serve survivors’ needs. As they brought in food, Gakkai volunteers also paid heed to the particular needs of these primarily elderly refugees: they shipped in adult diapers, suitable undergarments for elderly women and men, makeup, and other goods that allowed older survivors to regain a modicum of dignity. “Can there really be someone so pure as this?” marveled Masayuki when he saw Kazuyo taking the lead in these activities. “Someone who thinks only of helping others?”
Using every opportunity to promote the Ikeda cult.
Like Kazuyo, Masayuki had converted to Soka Gakkai as a child when his family joined the religion in the 1950s, and while he had taken an active role in the Young Men’s Division years ago, he grew distant from the organization as he descended into circumstances he only hints at in conversation. “I led a really irresponsible life (charanporan na jinsei),” he laughs through a persistent cough; his voice is rough, adenoidal, the ravaged remains of decades of chain-smoking. “Really, to the extent that you’d say ‘Wow! Someone like this exists?’”
Gratuitous advertising for Soka Gakkai, by someone who is clearly a damaged individual.
On March 14, he was approached in the Onnagawa gymnasium by Mr. Akimoto, husband of the woman who aided Kazuyo. Akimoto recruited Oguchi and Kurasaki, another Gakkai man in his sixties, to make a perilous journey by car from the nearby Soka Gakkai center through the rubble to a community hall in the mountains at which 300 refugees waited without food. “We didn’t know if we would make it back. Pipes were broken, waste water poured into the broken streets, there was lots of debris, yet three hundred people were there in the hall.” The three volunteers brought plenty of onigiri (rice balls) prepared by the Gakkai’s Married Women’s Division, yet they felt that partaking of the food themselves would create tensions: at first, the refugees greeted them with suspicion upon learning that they were a rescue envoy from Soka Gakkai. The three were also starving, “but we watched them eat. There were no Gakkai members there.” It is clear that Mr. Oguchi was immediately conscious of the need to project the best possible public image for Soka Gakkai; by not eating any of the food they brought, these volunteers could represent their religion as singularly dedicated to service of others.
Every moment regarded as a "shakubuku" opportunity, obviously.
On March 16, Oguchi joined the other Gakkai refugees in the gymnasium in reacting with profound emotion to the message from Ikeda Daisaku to the disaster survivors published that day in the Seikyō shinbun; Gakkai administrators distributed copies to the approximately 100 Gakkai members then living in the Onnagawa gymnasium, and Oguchi once again joined Akimoto and Kurasaki in rescue missions to other refugee centers, this time delivering easy-to-read large-print photocopies of Ikeda’s message to elderly Gakkai member survivors along with food and other emergency supplies.
Keep in mind that Ikeda did not show his face; he had already been MIA almost a year, since his last public appearance the previous year, in May 2010. For such an important event and incredibly necessary purpose for a religious leader, Ikeda was a no-show, and it was well known aside from the most brainwashed that others were writing these "messages from Ikeda Daisaku".

IKEDA SHOULD HAVE MADE AN APPEARANCE ON VIDEO AT LEAST.

“I am sixty-three years old now,” he told me in June 2013. “At sixty-one, I realized [Ikeda]-sensei’s greatness (subarashisa).” It was impossible for the Gakkai members to carry out their regular chanting practice—a twice-daily recitation of sections of the Lotus Sūtra followed by repeated invocations of namu-myōhō-renge-kyō (the title of the Lotus, known as the daimoku)—in the gymnasium. Masayuki, filled with renewed purpose, made a habit of joining Kazuyo in climbing the hill behind the gym early each morning to chant namu-myōhō-renge-kyō toward Onnagawa. The two focused their daimoku on everyone in Onnagawa achieving jōbutsu, the realization of buddhahood.
Wouldn't you think those people's health and safety would have been a more pressing concern, given the circumstances?
They became a couple, joined their two tiny cardboard-partitioned sections of the gymnasium floor into one, and began working together in Gakkai relief activities that eventually shifted from emergency aid to long-term relief projects.
Trauma bonding?
After Kazuyo and Masayuki moved into their temporary housing unit in June 2011, they launched into a busy schedule that combined aiding local residents, members and non-members alike, with intensive Soka Gakkai engagement.
Means "shakubuku".
As they continue to participate in regional aid initiatives, they hold regular meetings in their tiny home; their housing complex is home to four other Gakkai households and eight people they call rikaisha, literally “people who understand,” a term they use to describe readers of the Seikyō shinbun. The local members gather for study meetings, chanting sessions, and other events, and they commute frequently into Onnagawa and other Miyagi communities. “Around here, unless you have a car, you can’t carry out any activities at all,” Kazuyo affirmed. The impoverished couple estimated that they spent at least 30,000 yen (~US$300) on gasoline transporting residents to and from the housing units in their first year, to take part in Gakkai events but also to help non-members visit family, shop, and carry out other life activities—funds they pool from Masayuki’s job as a night watchman for a local business. They told me about how, while driving, they stop to pick up neighbors, driving them back and forth to relatives’ homes. “We do this joyfully,” added Kazuyo, characterizing the financial and time costs they accrue as the price of kōsen rufu, or the spread of Soka Gakkai.
This makes me really sad, how these elderly suffering individuals are putting the greedy priorities of the Ikeda cult Soka Gakkai ahead of their own well-being.
Mr. Oguchi expanded on his feelings about money. “For seven years, I ran a pachinko parlor; this shop was swept away by the tsunami. I made a salary of about ten million yen a month, with more than forty million each month in cash bonuses. But I spent it all, and I lost everything before the tsunami…. If money comes into your hand before you even think of it, you have no gratitude, and the things [you buy] do not evoke a sense of thanks. Going hungry as one works and feeling gratitude as one eats—this was not part of my life before.” Tears streaming down his face, he declared several times in my conversations with him: “The tsunami, for me, was the best thing that happened in my life.”
Yikes.
The Oguchis have become Soka Gakkai celebrities.
The Oguchis appear to value that celebrity status so much that they're willing to sacrifice their own well being and lives just to cling to it. Maybe it's all they have.
They have been profiled numerous times in Gakkai publications, and their home serves as an outreach center well known to the many Gakkai volunteers who continue to make regular journeys to Miyagi Prefecture. Soka Gakkai has incorporated relief efforts pioneered by the Oguchis, and by other Gakkai grassroots-level activists like them, into its carefully administered recovery efforts in the region. After 2011, Soka Gakkai mirrored the Japanese government in designating its efforts in the worst-damaged areas as fukkō 福光 (fortunate light) projects, employing a homophone for fukkō 復興, “recovery,” the ubiquitous term in Japanese governmental descriptions of disaster reconstruction.
How facile. Just replace a word that emphasizes all the work that still needs to be done with a substitute that gratuitously serves the Soka Gakkai feel-good propaganda but doesn't actually involve any help for anyone. "Just think positive thoughts, minions!" The Soka Gakkai loves these empty blandishments and doesn't particularly care about the reality of anyone's lives. Unless it makes for an "inspiring" story in their little publications, of course.
The Gakkai’s fukkō districts receive special attention from its volunteer crews, and even now on the 11th of each month the Seikyō shinbun publishes reminders about 3.11, ensuring that Gakkai adherents keep disaster victims constantly in mind as they conflate discourse on recovery with an optimistic aesthetic of fortune and light.
"Everything will be just FINE!" Notice there's no mention of the Soka Gakkai actually sending any MONEY to the disaster victims. But they'll blab incessantly about "an optimistic aesthetic of fortune and light" bleahhhhh
To conclude this case study: the Oguchis reveal that religious relief efforts can come about not from rational plans laid out by technocratic experts but as unanticipated consequences, as bottom-up initiatives by practitioners driven by complex combinations of faith and life circumstances. When regional Gakkai administrators learn of these grassroots-level activists, they urge them to expand their scope and integrate with broader institutional mandates. The local activists are celebrated for their efforts, and their contributions comprise contributions to a synthetic institutional narrative promoted in the hopes of fostering a positive public image for the group.
The Soka Gakkai is determined to profit from what they're doing - regardless of the costs to this elderly couple themselves:
But the difficulties endured by local members like the Oguchis are not conveyed by this narrative, nor are their contributions to relief and reconstruction. The impact of their personal transformations in the wake of the tsunami—certainly on Soka Gakkai members, but most likely also on families outside the group and on the temporary housing community to which they have dedicated themselves—defies this kind of summary.
Additionally, what the Oguchis said and how they expressed themselves did not cohere neatly with a satisfying narrative arc of ruination leading into spiritual renewal that is common in member testimonials promoted by Soka Gakkai administrators. As the Oguchis spoke to me of their experiences with the tsunami and its aftermath, strong emotions rose to the surface easily and often. They derive joy from their daily work, and they clearly place a great deal of importance on their new, elevated role within Soka Gakkai, but years after 3.11 they remain fragile, prone to expressing profound grief. Unlike many survivors who have moved into reconstructed homes or far away from the disaster area, the Oguchis never escape the voices of the bereaved infiltrating their home at all hours, and they themselves are still visibly distraught. They shed tears of joy at having rediscovered their faith by gaining purpose in aiding others after the tsunami, but speaking with the Oguchis, hearing their anguished stories, and witnessing their wrenching mix of gratitude and sorrow, one might think the tsunami swept through weeks ago, not years.

Summaries of their aid efforts do not convey this lingering trauma, nor do they do justice to the layers of life experiences that may explain why the Oguchis remain in their tiny temporary housing unit.

What do you think? It comes off just really sad and stuck to me, but what do I know?
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2024.04.30 21:08 _witchinthewoods_ Scabies without sexual contact?

Hello all, So last week myself and my husband found out we had scabies. He had an allergic reaction so we caught it quickly and I bagged up the whole house, deep cleaned three times and sprayed mite killer on everything. We hope it's over. Now onto the worst part of all of this for me. Since finding out this is typically considered an STD I haven't been able to stop spiraling. I haven't cheated and he swears he hasn't. There are a few ways we could have gotten this apart from infidelity. 1) my husband teaches martial arts in the military. 2) I'm a tattoo artist and there's a chance my bare forearm was in contact with a clients skin. And 3) we are avid thrift store shoppers and we went to a new one and to put it politely this store wasn't very clean by comparison and one of the customers seemed to be unhoused and resting on the furniture which my husband sat on while I finished shopping.
I know personal stories aren't always the most accurate of evidence, but if any of you have caught this awful thing without having sex please share your stories to ease my panic and paranoia. How likely is it we were both faithful and still got this?
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2024.04.30 16:51 Yurii_S_Kh Orthodox Mongolia: Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow. Part 3: From the 1990s to the present; overview

Orthodox Mongolia: Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow. Part 3: From the 1990s to the present; overview

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In February 2016, the Russian Orthodox Church’s Bishops’ Council made amendments to the ROC Charter, according to which Mongolia was included in the canonical territory of the Russian Orthodox Church. It demonstrates a special attitude towards Mongolia on the part of the ROC. That amendment was explained both by the historical position of Mongolia in the Russian Empire’s sphere of influence and by the present time; since the early 1990s, none of the Local Orthodox Churches, except the Russian Church, has sent missionaries to Mongolia.
Over the fourteen years of Fr. Alexei Trubach’s service as the rector (2005–2019), energetic missionary activities in various fields were organized in Mongolia (mainly in the cities of Ulaanbaatar and Erdenet). As a result, a strong multinational Orthodox community has been built in Mongolia, consisting not only of Russian-speaking citizens of Russia and Mongolia, but also of those Mongolians and citizens of third countries for whom modern Russian is as foreign and incomprehensible as liturgical Church Slavonic.
The expectations of Fr. Eugene Startsev (then rector of the Church of the Hodegetria Icon in Ulan–Ude, now a cleric of the Irkutsk Diocese), which he expressed during his trip to the Khalkhin Gol in August 2005, were surprisingly fulfilled:
“Batiushka labors absolutely selflessly in this field… He is zealous in his ministry. He serves alone in the church—he censes, reads and sings himself. Fr. Alexei has extensive plans. I think that for the most part they are destined to come true, because he is a serious priest. I am sure that he will have a choir and a reader.” [1]
Indeed, on the foundation laid by the clergy of the Chita and Transbaikal Diocese and by the first rector of the parish, Archpriest Anatoly Fesechko, Archpriest Alexei arranged a well-organized, systematic liturgical and extra-liturgical life; a church choir was formed from professional Mongolian singers—a rare phenomenon for modern Russian churches abroad. Three acolytes served in the church altar, and services began to be translated into Mongolian.
During the Divine Liturgy, the Great Litany and antiphons began to be proclaimed and sung in Mongolian, the Epistles and the Gospel are read in three languages: Church Slavonic, Mongolian and English. This principle of addressing the country’s local population in their native language is even implemented in the paintings of the Holy Trinity Church, on the walls of which there are the initial words of the Creed in Mongolian. The Third and the Sixth Hours are served in Mongolian as well.
In addition to the celebration of all services according to the Typikon, a sports and cultural and educational center began to function stably in the parish. From December 2008 [2] to January 2013, the Troitsa (“Trinity”) parish newspaper was printed in Russian and Mongolian. Catechetical literature (by St. Nikolaj [Velimirovic] of Zica and Priest Georgy Maximov, our contemporary) and prayer-books (the morning and evening prayer rules) were translated into Mongolian. Besides, since the late 2006 there has been a parish website, which is currently being modernized. In addition to the website, the parish's social media page appeared under the next rector, Priest Anthony Gusev.
Archpriest Alexei Trubach fulfilled all the tasks he had been entrusted with and on May 30, 2019, due to the end of his mission term, by the decision of the Holy Synod, he was released from his obedience as rector of the Holy Trinity Church in Ulaanbaatar.
Priest Anthony Gusev with his wife Anastasia and son Timothy
Priest Anthony Gusev, a cleric of the Orenburg Diocese, was appointed next rector by decree of His Holiness the Patriarch of Moscow and All Russia on July 5, 2019. Prior to sending him to Mongolia, the Church hierarchy charged him with a task that may seem ordinary: “to preserve the parish.” Providentially, it was six months before mankind was faced with the COVID-19 pandemic.
Having experience in organizing and carrying out design and repair work, in the first months after his arrival in Ulaanbaatar Fr. Anthony repaired the parish apartment, the roof of the parish building and the gym (ventilation, lighting) and arranged for the exterior whitewashing of the building and the church. Later, as funds accumulated, the heating system inside the church was improved, and the furniture in the sanctuary was partially replaced.
The task that the Church hierarchy had set before Fr. Anthony became particularly relevant during the period of strict lockdowns and other precautionary measures imposed in Mongolia for quite a long time in response to the spread of coronavirus. From February 2020 to September 2021 (with rare short intervals) the church was closed for public worship and even for visitors. Movement around the city during lockdowns was limited, many parishioners fell ill, and most residents of the country were simply afraid to leave their homes. In such circumstances, to keep people in a prayerful mood, strengthen their faith, organize services, and provide an opportunity for Orthodox parishioners to attend them was an absolutely new challenge that the Russian Orthodox Church in Mongolia faced.
Thanks to the personal participation of the Ambassador of the Russian Federation to Mongolia I.K. Azizov and the close ties established in Ulaanbaatar by Fr. Anthony Gusev, it became possible to celebrate the Divine Liturgy during lockdowns, first in the cinema hall of the Russian Embassy building in Mongolia, where Pascha was celebrated in 2020, and then in the Trade Mission’s outbuilding. Thus, active interaction of the Church and State allowed the Orthodox in Mongolia even during restrictions to participate in the most important Church sacrament—the Eucharist.
With the support of Russian firms and agencies of Russian companies, food packages were collected twice a year in the parish in order to support socially vulnerable segments of the population, whose numbers had noticeably increased owing to the stresses caused by measures to combat COVID-19. In addition, in July–August 2021, an extended-day group was temporarily organized within the walls of the parish building for children of Russian compatriots who, under quarantine measures, had to stay at home all the time and were unable to attend preschool educational institutions.
Another form of social service has been the regular collection of humanitarian aid on the territory of the parish for people in the SMO zone with the active participation of the Coordination Council of the Organization of Russian Compatriots in Mongolia.
We should also mention apologetic work carried out by the Russian Orthodox Church in Mongolia. In Orthodoxy “apologetics” is understood as “defending the dignity of Christian teaching as the only true one before those who deny it” and “revealing and defending Christian teaching with the help of means used by adherents of other faiths and non-believers.” [3]
It is known that a broad range of Protestantism flourishes in Mongolia. According to some outdated information, the most numerous are evangelicals (having about 36,000 people, 400 communities, and forty-seven NGOs) and members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons; around 8,000–10,000 members, thirty branches, and over 160 missionaries). [4]
In 2010 the comprehensive encyclopedia called Religions of the World by the American religious scholar J. Gordon Melton (a member of the United Methodist Church) estimated that Christians make up 1.7 percent of the country’s population (47,100 adherents). [5] According to the 2020 census, the number of Christians in Mongolia among those over the age of fifteen has dropped to 2.2 percent [6]. According to a survey conducted by the Institute of Philosophy of the Mongolian Academy of Sciences, 2.4 percent of the population identify themselves as Christians among the country’s religious citizens. [7]
In addition, certain conditions for the position of Orthodoxy in Mongolia are imposed by some articles of the Mongolian Law “On the Relationship Between the State and Religious Institutions”, which has already been considered in part 1. It regulates missionary activities of preachers of “non-traditional” religions. So for example, according to paragraph 2 of Article 3, “it is prohibited to compel citizens to embrace or not embrace a faith”; according to paragraph 7 of Article 4, “it is prohibited to hold organized events to spread religion from abroad”; according to paragraph 8 of Article 4, “the State regulates the total number of clergy and the locations of churches.” [8] This circumstance entails the annual practice of extending State registration of religious organizations, including Orthodox parishes.
The process of annual re-registration of a religious organization is rather complicated, lengthy and requires certain skills. Nevertheless, recently some representatives of the capital city authorities have met the Holy Trinity parish halfway, moving away from their notorious formalism. It is largely thanks to both the diplomacy of the rectors of the Orthodox parish and the authorities’ sincere amazement: “It appears that, unlike many Protestant organizations, the Orthodox in Mongolia just pray without participating in other, non-religious activities.” [9]
The abundance and diversity of Christian teachings in Mongolia creates a rich polemical environment for Orthodox missionaries. Orthodox clergy and laypeople regularly talk about the faith with the capital city residents and in the country in general not only at their parish, but also in everyday life situations. As a result, some Mongolians, Russians, and citizens of third countries permanently residing in Mongolia convert to Orthodoxy. Besides, many Mongolians living in Ulaanbaatar who are located outside the area where the Russian church is situated learn about the Holy Trinity parish’s existence and about Orthodox Christianity solely from such conversations.
The population of the country is quite tolerant of and somewhat indifferent to the vestments of Orthodox priests, so over the fourteen years of his ministry in Mongolia Fr. Alexei Trubach always walked freely around the city in his cassock, which, according to him, was also a form of mission. Fr. Anthony adheres to a similar practice.
During the two modern stages, under Priests Alexei and Anthony, regular talks were held with Mongolian residents who had suffered after going to shamans and turned to Orthodox clergy for spiritual help and support. This applied both to unbaptized Mongolians (some of whom were later baptized, but in most cases continued to adhere to their beliefs and to turn to shamans for “help” again) and to baptized but non-religious local Russians, who culturally partially merge with the native population of Mongolia, the spirituality of which is mainly a blend of Buddhist beliefs and shamanic and other pre-Buddhist cults.
Under Fr. Alexei Trubach, the Russian Orthodox Church in Mongolia established warm, friendly relations with both the head of the largest local Buddhist sangha (the Mongolian Buddhist Association, head abbot of Gandantegchinlen Monastery in Ulaanbaatar) D. Choijamts (served from 1993 to 2023) and the Catholic Bishops Wenceslao Padilla (2002–2018) and his successor Giorgio Marengo (cardinal since August 2022) and other clerics of the Roman Catholic Church.
Since 2021, there has been a regular practice of organizing and holding interfaith dialogues (Orthodox-Catholic, Orthodox-Buddhist, and other round tables) and mutual visits on the occasion of commemorative and solemn events.
During his five-year ministry, Fr. Anthony, despite the challenges of the pandemic, did not interrupt his liturgical activity, organizing the collection of humanitarian aid for both poor residents of Ulaanbaatar (during lockdowns), regardless of their denominations, and for people in the war zone, repairing the parish building, the gym and arranging the whitewashing of the church (which hadn’t been whitewashed since the time it was built). He takes an active part in official events of the Russian Embassy in Mongolia and the Russkiy Dom (“Russian House”) Russian Scientific and Cultural Center, cooperates with many Russian and Mongolian public organizations, involving all interested citizens in the development of parish life, maintaining relations with members of numerous non-Orthodox denominations in the country. Moreover, together with representatives of Russian search expeditions he more than once visited the battlefields in Dornod Aimag (province), where memorial services were celebrated for those who were killed there.
A gym continues to function on the territory of the parish, where fitness training and martial arts training sessions are held; the Anima art school is still open, and among its students there are children with various congenital diseases. The parish has a Sunday school for children, where parishioners teach. Some Sunday school students were born in Mongolia from both Russian and mixed marriages, and were baptized within the walls of the Holy Trinity Church. Regularly after the Sunday Divine Liturgy and the subsequent meal, reading and study of the Holy Scriptures is organized.
The number of parishioners is growing and is not limited only to Russian-speaking citizens of Russia and Mongolia. According to Fr. Anthony, today there are 150-200 parishioners in the country’s only Orthodox church, with thirty to seventy people praying at Sunday services—these are Russians, Mongolians, Ukrainians, Belarusians, Greeks, Serbs, Britons, Americans, Georgians, Poles, Canadians and New Zealanders. [10]
The great merit of the Russian Orthodox Church in Mongolia is the integration into Church life of baptized people—those who are usually perceived as Orthodox “by definition”. Many local Russian specialists permanently residing in Mongolia, as well as those on business trips from Russia, without adhering to any particular religious system (even if they are baptized), are quite easily drawn into all sorts of local Buddhist teachings, Shamanistic and Parabuddhist cults. [11]
But not all plans have been implemented so far. For example, the large-scale reconstruction of the church park area and the construction of a chapel-burial vault in the southwestern part of the parish area, in which the remains of Soviet soldiers who fell in the Battles of Khalkhin Gol in 1939 will be buried, are still planned.
Thus, the three rectors of the Holy Trinity Parish of Ulaanbaatar at the present stage of the history of Orthodoxy in Mongolia have successfully solved the specific tasks assigned to them by God. Under Fr. Anatoly Fesechko, a house church was equipped, the parish building was rebuilt, and the foundation of the Orthodox community, which exists in the parish to this day, was laid. Under Archpriest Alexei Trubach, the church was built, the surrounding area was beautified, a gym appeared and liturgical and extra-liturgical parish life was organized in all possible forms. Under Priest Anthony Gusev, the parish withstood the unprecedented test of the pandemic, and Orthodox residents of the capital could participate in joint services during lockdowns, the community was preserved and new members are still joining today.
The results and prospects of 160 years of service
The purpose of this article was not only to demonstrate some key episodes related to the history of Orthodoxy in Mongolia ahead of the 160th anniversary of its existence, but also to show that the example of Mongolia and its Orthodox community clearly shows the universal nature of the Orthodox faith, where there is neither Greek nor Jew (Col. 3:11); neither a local Russian, nor a Mongol, nor a Russian diplomat, nor a descendant from a mixed marriage (whether between a Russian and a Mongolian or a Mongolian and a Briton)…
In the thirteenth and the fourteenth centuries, the imperial mood of Mongolian khans allowed them to become closer to Orthodox preachers, who felt comfortable in the capital of the empire—Karakorum. A natural development of these relations was the establishment of the Diocese of Sarai in the Golden Horde, which bound together the Horde and Russia, performing certain diplomatic mediation functions for the Byzantine Empire and the Russian princes alike.
The clergy of the Diocese of Sarai and other dioceses bordering the Horde, despite their secure existence under imperial patronage, were quite passive in mission. Despite this, the scarce (in terms of numbers) preaching of Orthodoxy had a wholesome effect on the hearts of some individual Horde representatives. And speaking about some of the major figures of the joint Russo-Mongolian past, we can’t ignore their confession of the Orthodox faith. First of all, these are three saints: the Right-Believing Prince Alexander Nevsky, the Venerable Tsarevich Peter of the Horde and the Holy Hierarch Alexei of Moscow.
The history of Orthodox Mongolia of the nineteenth–early twentieth centuries acquaints us with the great spiritual labors of a number of priests who bound together the churches of the Irkutsk Diocese, Transbaikalia, Mongolia and China, and in most cases remained faithful to God to the death. And if readers have a desire to pray for the repose of the souls of the Orthodox clergy of Urga, it would be the best tribute to Archpriests John, Mily and Fyodor, Hieromonks Sergei, Gerontius and Cornelius, Priests Alexei, Vsevolod, and two Nicholases.
In February 1998, Metropolitan Kirill of Smolensk and Kaliningrad, Chairman of the Department for External Church Relations, in a letter to His Eminence Innokenty, Bishop of Chita and Transbaikalia, written on the occasion of the appointment of permanent rector to Ulaanbaatar and in gratitude to Priest Oleg Matveyev, who had temporarily pastored the Orthodox faithful in Mongolia, expressed the hope that “in the future the spiritual bonds traditionally uniting the Orthodox parishes of Transbaikalia and Mongolia will be preserved.” [12] Today the Holy Trinity Parish of Ulaanbaatar has strong friendly relations with the Orthodox parishes of the Buryat Metropolia, with the clergy concelebrating and parishioners making mutual pilgrimages. To date, a strong multinational and multilingual community has developed in Mongolia on the basis of a single Orthodox parish, which should become the foundation and model for further missionary work in this country.
Priest Vladislav Terentyev
Source: OrthoChristian

1 Pospelov A. Through Mongolia With a Cross. 12/30/2005 // PravoslavieRu website.
2 Mitypova G.S. Op.cit. P. 58.
3 Apologetics // The AzbukaVery website.
4 Sabirov R.T. Sociocultural Factors of the Mongolians' Conversion to Christianity After 1990 // Christianity in South and East Asia: History and the Present / Chief editor: I. I. Abylgaziev; Managing editor: O. V. Novakova. Moscow: Klyuch-S, 2016. P. 119.
5 Melton J.Gordon. Mongolia // Religions of the World: A Comprehensive Encyclopedia of Beliefs and Practices / Edited by J. G. Melton, M. Baumann. Oxford: ABC-CLIO, 2010. p. 1938.
6 Hun am, oron suutsny 2020 ony ulsyn eljit toollogyn nagdsen dun...X. 5.
7 Monkhchimeg B. S. Yanzhinsuren: Shashny munkhruulgad hat autage sankhuugeer khokhirson khun tsongui // Website "Peak.mn ". 2021.
8 Tor, sum hiidiin hariltsaany tukhai…
9 Basenkov V. My Service in Mongolia is an Utterly Radiant Event. 03/10/2023
10 Ibid.
11 In general, Russians in Mongolia are “characterized historically by resorting to Shamanism and Buddhism though formally declaring they are Orthodox” (See: Mikhalev A.V. The Russian Diaspora in Mongolia: the Stages of the Formation of Frontier Religious Practices // The Orient (Oriens). 2017. No. 2. Pp. 62-71).
12 Kornienko N.N., Plekhanova A.M. Op.cit. P. 159.
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2024.04.30 15:25 DueSignal5389 Vlog 2 (Summer, Bayern Munich Vs Real Madrid, Sobriety, Lil Peep, Huskii, Burgos, Faith & Tattoo's)

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2024.04.30 14:36 Lost_n_finally_found How to get closer to God?

Some context; I am in my early twenties, have been a Lavey Satanist since I was 13 despite and partially due to my conservative (Religious I refuse to consider them Christian because just because you pray whenever is convenient for you would be taking the name of the Lord in my personal opinion.) but recently life got more than rough for me, usually when this would happen I tend to bent and take a day or two off from everyone and everything around me so I can reflect on what happened and be able to move forward, but this time it was different, this time I did not bent I didn't had the need to stop and take a breath , I went ahead right through adversity and I returned unscratched , when I realized that I got startled, it made no sense to me, I have never prayed, never read the Bible, haven't stepped in a church for over a decade and usually I would consider the fact that perhaps my mindset had began to harden but still something felt off and I just couldn't put my finger on it after doing some research I stumbled upon a podcast (I don't recall the speaker's name whatsoever) in which he spoke about praying for strength, and he explained that people pray not for a lighter burden but rather broader shoulders, then I remembered that back in 2023 I spoke to MYSELF and requested from MYSELF(As in the belief of Lavey it states that a person can achieve anything they put their mind as long as they truly want it.) to strength my mind it was very very far away from a prayer, soon after many issues began to barrade me, from my love life, to my career, my best friend for years that I loved from the bottom of my heart turned his back on me, I lost everything that I cared for, but now everything is even better , instead of a friend I found a brother from another mother, instead of a career I am taking the steps to become self-employed and issues that would devasting to me are now mere inconveniences.
This made realize that there was something, someone greater than all men that there is God and at last I found him.
I have been praying daily for the past two days, forgave many people who only ever did harm to me, I don't fear the unknown of the future nor I swim in an endless sea of the mistakes of my past, God brought back the faith in people into me that I had lost.
Still, getting tattooed is a huge passion of mine, I despise the Church(As this system/In my opinion /only exploits the power of God and distributes to the lost and those who seek salvation, for a price of course.) And so do I hate cops from the bottom of my heart as their system (Yet again an opinion of mine) mainly serves to protect the over privileged folk, I undoubtedly know that my God loves me and I will never ever forsake , call his name in vain or insult his existence ever again. Yet I feel so distant from him how can I deal with that?
Was also wondering which Bible would you recommend to me to get?(I do know that there are several different ones.)
TLDR; Ex satanist looking for a way to get closer to God.
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2024.04.30 14:19 pantyfire Captain Enoch Helmet

Captain Enoch Helmet
Just posting this helmet that I finished this weekend from a 3D print.
It’s taken about 6 weekends. And a lot of very messy faux gold leaf (I am still find flecks of gold leaf on just about every surface in the house).
I’m happy with the weathering, as I was after a baked in almost dirty porcelain look, but I always get a bit nervous when I do it as you have to have a lot of faith in the process. Slathering black paint all over the paint job you’ve just spent a lot of time doing is always a bit nervy.
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2024.04.30 13:16 MGK_2 Keep Counting Down Days While We Delve in Delight

Let's try to figure it out from what we already know.
There is talk by the twatwaffles that all hell breaks loose in the share price once the patent expires on or around 6/1/24. Longs know that patent expiration has no effect on the company. But liars live to lie, and they predict that the share price falls below $0.10 once the patent expires. Who know, it seems to be getting there prematurely.
In other words, they predict chaos. An out-of-control day of disaster. So out of control that someone or something needs to step in, sort things out and put the shattered Humpty CYDY Dumpty back together again. In other words, according to the twatting tweeds, CytoDyn is on the verge of breaking apart into a million pieces on the days after the patent expiration.
Longs know patent expiration has zero effect on future performance. Could CytoDyn's collaborators be not so privy of that understanding? Maybe, they take it more like the Lauren above. Maybe, they require assurance that nothing does happen following patent expiration before they make any moves. They should be informed that current patent set to expire soon is not what is stopping anyone from recreating leronlimab. The sheer cost to do so certainly is very inhibitory. But they cannot do anything with the generic/recreated molecule because all of those uses are now protected by other CytoDyn patents which do not expire until a minimum of 7 years. Once they come to understand the truth of the matter, and know that there is absolutely nothing to worry about, then, they become assured of the safety to proceed in the purpose they've intended.
Maybe once Lauren is proved wrong, she leaves the scene. Wouldn't that be nice? All the twatwaffles need to go. The land is fertile, but there are too many weeds, too many enemies. Maybe, the day of patent expiration marks the beginning of the twatting tweed exodus. When they arrive at the realization that they have been wrong all along, they need to immediately march on out of here. This is necessary, eradication of these weeds. Is this best done now at the outset or is it better to let them grow alongside the wheat, and then during the harvest, those tares can be separated out? I guess we'll see. Personally, I tend to believe they leave on their own once a solid partnership develops.
Once the twatwaffles leave, we sail. When they leave, they take market manipulation with them. The Big Money, the Big Shorts leaves hand in hand with them. This allows CytoDyn's share price to fluctuate naturally. Artificial suppression obliteration. Certain prices artificially maintained history. Rather, like the unlimited ebb and flow of the ocean's wave, so goes the natural rise and fall of the CYDY share price unlimited. Big Money market manipulation has to go. And how do they go? The twatting babbling fools must vacate this space. An empty vacuum hole created which longs would rapidly fill. Patent expiry soon coming. Nothing crazy happens in immediate aftermath. Shorts become longs, the pathway towards partnership re-opens.
Really, they are nobody that should be feared. Their only strength is criticism combined with a couple thousand dollars in short shares that accomplish their purpose. Really, they are inconsequential aside from the demoralization they induce. They have no bearing on what CytoDyn accomplishes whether they are around or not. They threaten but they shoot blanks while CytoDyn marches forward impervious to their threats. CytoDyn is a step ahead of them. You would think they would have left us alone by now. Maybe, with each step of progress CytoDyn makes towards the development of the Blueprint, maybe, they would decide wisely to exit the city on their own. Maybe they would say, you know what, let's get out of this place. We are 100% ineffective against them. Everything we do gets thrown back in our face.
But they are being paid to do what they do. They can't just leave, because they are funded to be here. They act as a Proxy for CytoDyn's real enemy who has no weapon should they lose their proxy. But maybe they determine that there is nothing more they can do here against CytoDyn and that it would be fruitless or even a losing battle to continue any longer in opposition. Eventually, CytoDyn puts it in gear and gets this party underway.
How best to extricate the twatwaffles? CytoDyn executes on what it has promised. Once they're gone, CytoDyn claims peace. They have had some time to prepare, but a little more seems necessary. Lay out the Blueprint and act. Let's make an addition. Does that Blueprint have anything on getting rid of twatwaffles? I mean, they hide themselves like guerillas who wear plain clothes and behave like civilians. It is only when they speak do they give themselves away. And that becomes their downfall. This was their choice. They could have left when they had opportunity.
CytoDyn doesn't stop just because they say it crashes and burns; just because they drive the share price to lower and lower levels. CytoDyn heeds no cease fire. It continues on in its mission and if it is forced to fire given no other choices, she fires. If our opposition see that we won't be pushed around, and that the fight CytoDyn is putting up is no longer worth coming up agains, then maybe they exit then? Or would they begin negotiating? What do they have that CytoDyn wants? The capacity to remove the market makers. What does CytoDyn have that they want? Leronlimab in all its glory. That they cannot have, so there is no negotiation.
Once the patent issue is no longer an issue and a partner courts CytoDyn, then those clanging fools know they are done. Then they come squirming out the woodwork, back to the negotiating table. Please, please let us out of here alive. They want to leave unscathed and make it out alive, but by then it is too late. They want to bargain for their Peace and their Safety, but that is when they lose it all.
Does CytoDyn consider their plan for a cease fire? They definitely should not. Rather, they should obliterate them from existence entirely taking the market makers out as well. Succumbing to their requests leads only to continual strife, so this is not an option.
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Consider a possibility that could be in the making right now. Check out this post by u/I__Observer on Stock Twits. Long COVID Trial NIH Personally, I'm convinced, he is onto something. For all the reasons which he provides that do justify his thinking, he is spot on. The recently released peer reviewed journal article is on Long COVID00080-X/fulltext?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR15uMoMlI5dmzhtzt5Gvw2nc9rqblZU2rASaSSoiJWnmuw_U-uWkl7O_Y_aem_AcUGjs_s7XU6rUFjkO4tQN5hF70Hs9BeUjvnpL2bx-tr53x-IpO54Kl7uH3SWwh0H0XNHlpScYfi2X3qDbCT_acY). Incidentally, this was not a part of the originally planned journal articles planned for by Dr. Lalezari. Something had to have changed. Now, when this was first released by UCLA and Otto Yang, MD, I tried explaining the findings here. u/I_Observer explains that the NIH recently opened a NIH opens long COVID trials to evaluate treatments for autonomic nervous system dysfunction National Institutes of Health (NIH) for PASC in March of 2024.
He lists as his reasons for this possibility:
" 1 ) when the preprint first appeared on MBs a month or so ago I found it odd then, but did not comment on the subject until the actual peer - reviewed was accepted by a scientific journal
2) the timing of the NIH long covid program was released aligned to the timing of the pre print
3) seems our other partner in the shadow seems to alter our plans ( I think in a good way, testing us) case in point: the new trial that was scheduled to start in the summer but push out a month or so later
4) I visit your reddit library to verify confirm questions in my head
5 ) NIH and Dr Jay seems to have a great relationship based on other funding opportunities in the past… "
In my humble opinion, what u/I__Observer has compiled is at a minimum a possibility. There shall be many NIH trials on long haulers. Take this one for example. CytoDyn certainly can also become one of them. I'm aware that in December of 2022, CytoDyn was asked to fill out an application for NIH grant towards long COVID. Whether or not CytoDyn submitted one, I'm not aware. More recently, CytoDyn unexpectedly had the long hauler results peer reviewed and published just in time to be included for consideration to be a part of these NIH long hauler trials. CytoDyn has also pushed the hearing date of its Amarex arbitration down the road by 3 months into November of 2024. As u/I__Observer has stated, Dr. Lalezari has long ties with the NIH. If you remember, here is the 12/2021 Dr. Lalezari Presentation to NIH. I discuss here in Champion of Peace many reasons why Dr. Lalezari could be so instrumental in many workings at the NIH.
If CytoDyn were granted such a privilege, it could help to restore faith in the system. With all that has unfairly happened to CytoDyn and still is, wouldn't they want to prove that our thinking about them is wrong?
Tables could be turning Folks, literally. CytoDyn could be on the verge and ready to pump up the volume and ramp up the pressure. CytoDyn should not compromise, not even one iota, absolutely nothing at all. It is apparent that CytoDyn very possibly could be in the running of winning a grant towards a NIH trial for long haulers. Despite the seeming silence, things really are actually happening. I lean towards the side that this happens.
Consider that just to be considered as a player in the long hauler game could prove to be a threat and this is why they want to take us out.
Consider also that this could be that CytoDyn is being played by dangling this carrot in front of its eyes? Is it a conditional offer? Should this be construed into thinking that they are asking CytoDyn to make concessions? To make a deal, to cave to the pressure? To take a ridiculous offer? If so, then I don't think CytoDyn should compromise. I don't think it should concede anything. I feel they should stick to their rights, stick to their guns and not be blackmailed into doing anything they don't want to do. I say, talks are under way as we speak.
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2024.04.30 11:14 Yurii_S_Kh “Strong in God”. On the sixth anniversary of the repose of Archimandrite Adrian (Kirsanov)

“Strong in God”. On the sixth anniversary of the repose of Archimandrite Adrian (Kirsanov)
Maria Pukhova
Six years ago, on April 28, 2018, at the age of ninety-six, Archimandrite Adrian (Kirsanov), a clairvoyant elder of the Holy Protection Pskov-Caves Monastery, reposed in the Lord. On the sixth anniversary of the elder’s death we offer readers memories of his spiritual children.
Archimandrite Adrian (Kirsanov)
Every meeting with the elder is like a life-giving stream or a breeze that dampens the head aflame with thoughts and doubts and brings peace and calm to the soul. Fr. Adrian (Kirsanov) was a spiritual mentor of many thousands of Orthodox faithful in Russia and across the globe.
When we honor the saints, we first of all glorify the Lord, Who chose and sanctified them and dwells in them as in His temples not made by hands. And when you come into contact with the life of a saint of God (if only to a small extent and for a short while), you participate in his feat, a kind of spiritual veil is lifted before you, and the frontier between the visible and the invisible realms can disappear for a moment. The writer Nina Pavlova (1939–2015) told my friend, Nun Elizaveta, about this when the latter visited her in Kozelsk where Optina Monastery is situated. Nina Alexandrovna revealed to her that when she was writing her book, Pascha of Beauty, she experienced an obvious demonic attack.
It happened when she was walking through the woods to the skete. There was nobody around. And suddenly as if out of nowhere a monk in a black cassock appeared in front of her. There was such fierce hatred in his face that Nina Alexandrovna stopped in confusion. And the “monk” stretched out his hands towards her eyes, apparently intending to put them out. She managed to make the sign of the cross. At that moment the attacker’s hands dropped, and he... vanished!
And when a series of books about Archimandrite Adrian (Kirsanov) was being prepared for publication, our small publishing team experienced attacks of invisible evil spirits as well. But all this was for our spiritual benefit, enlightenment and strengthening in faith.
“When we enjoy favor from above, not only can we avoid the slanders of the wicked, but even if wild animals attack us, we will not be troubled...” St. John Chrysostom said.
Even during his lifetime, Archimandrite Adrian’s prayer worked real miracles.
“Once he prays, everything immediately is set aright. No one understands how it happens, and you just marvel,” Nun Mariamna recalled.
For about thirty years Nun Mariamna was in obedience to Fr. Adrian, learning to cut off her will before the elder, and her heart gradually softened and learned the main Christian virtues—humility and love.
“And sometimes it was so hard that when I came to Father Adrian, I could only utter one word: ‘Help!’ And he would say to me, ‘I know, I know everything, and I pray for you!’ Yes, it was hard, but when I left batiushka I felt like I had wings on my back: I wanted to rise into the air and fly! It was such a comfort! And all my spiritual growth was associated with Fr. Adrian. The Lord sends so much grace through the elders that sometimes you cannot contain it. But then stand firm! And if you agree to endure sorrows, be patient. Therefore, not everyone can bear close contact with elders...” she recalled.
Nun Mariamna was one of Fr. Adrian’s closest spiritual children. The elder affectionately called her “my dear daughter”! But to become a “dear daughter” she had to go through a difficult “school” of spiritual development: to learn to endure sorrows, humility and obedience.
And the second book in the Through the Prayers of Holy Elders series, dedicated to the memory of Archimandrite Adrian (Kirsanov), was entitled, My Dear Daughter! By Divine Providence, its publication coincided with the fifth anniversary of Fr. Adrian’s repose.
Before its publication, Nun Mariamna had endured many trials: illnesses, troubles and unexpected sorrows that had befallen her close ones. When she was preparing to receive Communion on the eve of the feast, her leg suddenly swelled and ached so much that she had to call an ambulance—she feared she had a blood clot. She was examined at the hospital and discharged towards nightfall—there was nothing wrong with her.
When Nina Ivanovna, our editor, started working on the book manuscript, she stayed up until midnight. The village near Moscow where she lives had long become quiet, and that hot day had given way to a cool night. Nina went to bed, but half an hour later she was frightened when she suddenly heard loud male voices—apparently a tipsy gang was passing by her fence. By their voices she figured out that they were young people. But they were speaking in a somewhat strange way—it was an unknown language or, rather, mere sounds…
And then such terrible, unbearable music rang out that Nina Ivanovna recalled her youth: “It couldn’t be compared to any disco! It could probably be heard from miles away—they woke up the whole village!” The music (if it can be called that) was without words and resembled the sounds of a hurdy-gurdy. And it was so unusual that Nina finally came to her senses and began to pray. Once she made the sign of the cross in front of the window, the horrible cacophony instantly stopped!
“It seemed to me that the silence that followed was so deafening,” she recalled with a shudder. “And then I heard the stomping of feet and my iron gate being banged on loudly, as if they wanted to kick it down. And after that I didn’t hear a sound! I thought, ‘How can it be? If they turned off their tape recorder (or whatever they had) and banged on my gate, then why didn’t they say a word after that? The drunken company must have left, and I would certainly have heard it...’.”
Then, when the next night some creature screeched wildly under her window (clearly not a cat or a human being), she decided to move to her sister’s home in Moscow urgently. Thank God, after she had made the sign of the cross in front of her window with prayer, everything became quiet.
“Yes, it was not easy to work on this book,” Nina admitted. “And if I hadn’t received my father-confessor’s blessing, I wouldn’t have been able to finish it.”
And after she had prayed to Fr. Adrian, these phenomena stopped.
Our sponsor also had a remarkable dream before sending the layout to the printing house.
“I found myself in some weird, dreary place,” Larisa, our sponsor, related. “I saw bearded, stocky men in front of me, who looked very similar. There were about fifteen of them, standing by twos and threes not far from me and glaring at me furiously. And each of them had an insolent look. One of them was standing closest to me, and I asked him what he wanted from me. ‘That’s what I want!’ He jumped up to me and knocked me down. I realized that he was going to drag me down, to hell! Thank God, at that moment I remembered the elder and screamed with my last bit of strength or, rather, squeaked out a cry, since I was tightly gripped as if by an iron ring: ‘Father Adrian, help me!’ At the same moment, I woke up and, to my horror, I felt as if a heavy stone were on my chest and on my stomach. I started shaking it off, then finally realized that I could get up and ran to take some holy water and my prayer-book...”
When the newly printed copies of The Pskov-Caves Wonderworker, the first book about Fr. Adrian, were being transported to Moscow, some men from our church gathered beside the warehouse to unload them. A man was standing near them and smoking calmly: he had just taken his car to the car-wash (located next to the warehouse). But when the printing house truck drove up and the men began unloading pallets with the books, the man suddenly started barking! He was standing and barking in a bass voice, and couldn’t stop until the pallets with the books disappeared into the warehouse…
Fr. Adrian used to say that if we take one wrong step, we can fall a prey to demons. The elder battled them all his life, and the Lord gave him special grace to vanquish this ancient enemy. Once an acquaintance of mine hung the elder’s photo over her table. When her alcoholic relative called on her and came into that room, he started, exclaiming, “Who is he?” Poor man, he couldn’t stand Fr. Adrian’s photo and left very quickly! Since his death, Fr. Adrian has scorched the enemy with his very appearance, just as in his lifetime sick people felt his presence.
Fr. Adrian was endowed with special grace and power by the Lord—to fight against spiritual wickedness in high places (Eph. 6:12). With the blessing of Patriarch Alexei I of Moscow and All Russia, for over thirty years he bore the heavy cross of a rare church ministry—he performed the special prayers to exorcise evil spirits.
“It is not right for everyone to fight against the devil, but only for him who is strong in God, whom the demons obey,” St. Barsanuphius the Great said. “If a weak person starts doing this, the demons will mock him, because he still has power over them and opposes them. How many saints forbade the devil, like the Archangel Michael, who did it because he had power? To forbid the demons is the work of great men… We, the weak, can only resort to the name of Jesus.”
The elder’s spiritual children recalled:
“He who loves God shines all over. All his love is poured out upon his neighbor, and the neighbor ‘bathes’ in this love. Therefore, it was always warm with Fr. Adrian; your soul felt peace, and your heart thawed and was filled with Heavenly joy.”
Some icon-painters, who once came to Fr. Adrian from Georgia for the first time, recalled their meeting warmly. When they went up to him for anointing, batiushka told them:
“Familiar eyes!”
“We’re icon-painters!” they introduced themselves.
“It’s clear then,” the elder smiled…
One day my acquaintances, a large family with the appetizing surname of “Abrikosov” [1], came to the elder. From the doorstep he said to them, “Oh, here are apricots, but I don’t see any fruits!” It was food for thought …
Nadezhda, the elder’s spiritual daughter, recalled:
“Father Adrian is a wonderworker. There was an incredible number of healings around him. I can say that I have been disabled since childhood and would have died long ago but for his prayers.”
When Nadezhda’s photo of Fr. Adrian started to exude myrrh, she came to Pechory and told the elder about it. Batiushka was silent for a long time, and then said pensively: “Only if these are my tears for you...”
One day a schoolteacher said to Nadezhda’s son,“I know that your family goes to Pechory to visit Father Adrian. Tell your mother to ask him to pray for my little daughter Yulechka [a diminutive form of the name Yulia.—Trans.]. She is going to have yet another kidney operation. She was cut up all over and has almost no unscarred place on her body left after so many operations!”
By that time the poor woman was completely exhausted; she understood that the doctors were unlikely to help her daughter. And like a drowning person clutching at straws, she asked for help from believers. She could not expect help from anyone, only from God.
Of course, Nadezhda conveyed her request to Fr. Adrian very soon, and he conveyed his blessing. “Let her give the girl semolina porridge.” That was his answer!
On returning home, Nadezhda immediately called the teacher: “Don’t be surprised, but the elder has blessed you to feed Yulechka on semolina porridge. Do it as obedience!” At that time money was being collected for the girl’s surgery in Israel. The mother accepted batiushka’s answer with faith and trust, as if from the hand of God, and began to give semolina porridge to the child obediently, if only a spoonful or two at a time. But she had no appetite. Because of her illness the girl was very thin and pale.
The porridge, blessed by the elder, had a healing effect on the child: soon Yulechka “came back to life”, perked up, and her appetite returned! The mother was over the moon about the recovery of her beloved child, whom she had almost lost and whom the elder had saved. And, of course, there was no question of any operation anymore…
“Whenever I remember batiushka, I always recall the words from the Gospel: He shall not strive, nor cry; neither shall any man hear his voice in the streets. A bruised reed shall he not break, and smoking flax shall he not quench, till he send forth judgment unto victory (Mt. 12:19–20),” Nadezhda says. “Likewise, Fr. Adrian patiently and carefully guided me with his hand from darkness towards light. And when batiushka died, there was nobody to ‘nurse’ me and ‘carry me in his arms’ anymore. I thought that I would not be able to ‘stand on my feet’ and would ‘fall down’ all the time. But Fr. Adrian is so strong in his standing before the Lord that even after his death he helps me, as if taking me by the scruff of the neck with a firm hand and saying, ‘Walk, Nadezhda! Walk on your own!’ And I try to walk, through his holy prayers...”
You could come to Fr. Adrian with any, even the seemingly most intractable problem. Everything would be sorted out at once, and you would see the shortest path to your salvation. And the elder guided you. It was not without reason that Fr. Adrian was called a “comforting batiushka”.
His spiritual children say: “He would always pity you, console you and find the right words to say to you. You would leave him as if flying on wings, not walking on the ground!”
In early April 2018, Fr. Adrian’s spiritual son, Mikhail Ivanovich T., came to him from Belarus. After the Liturgy at the church, Fr. Adrian’s cell attendant approached him and said that batiushka was waiting for him in his cell.
“When we entered the cell, the elder was very poorly, lying in bed,” Mikhail Ivanovich recalled. “Seeing me he cheered up and sat up on the bed. And suddenly at that moment both Fr. Adrian and his entire cell were lit by an extraordinary light!”
Batiushka immediately tried to “disguise himself”: “The father-superior has such good light in the monastery!” Both Mikhail Ivanovich and the cell-attendant were dumbfounded—they could hardly come to their senses, stunned by the unearthly light, the feeling of joy and grace emanating from the elder, and the extraordinary spiritual beauty of his face.
“Batiushka began to speak about various sins and then said, ‘You see, Mishenka I’m preparing for confession, and after the early service I will receive Communion!’” Mikhail Ivanovich recalled. “Then he anointed me with holy oil and said, ‘You’ll come to me on April 28, your wife’s birthday!’”
Obviously, Fr. Adrian foreknew the day of his death, because on April 28, 2018, at the age of ninety-six, batiushka fell asleep In the Lord. His spiritual children were orphaned. Their “comforting batiushka” passed into eternity, but his prayers did not stop—they became even stronger at the Throne of God, and Holy Russia received a new intercessor in Heaven.
“When I die, my prayer will be even stronger and more powerful—just turn to me, just ask!...” batiushka used to say.

1 “Abrikos” means “apricot” in Russian.—Trans.
Source: OrthoChristian

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2024.04.30 10:13 terriblybedlamish How can I clean this book, or should I do so at all?

How can I clean this book, or should I do so at all?
I bought this beautiful copy of the Book of Common Prayer recently. The silver mountings are heavily tarnished, and there seems to be a slightly sticky residue in places on the cover (I think it could be candle wax drippings). Is there a way to clean the leather and polish the silver which is safe for the book as a whole?
Front of clasp mount engraved C.A.P.
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Printed Oxford, 1844
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Engraved \"Thou hast been signed with the sign of the Cross in token that thou shalt not be ashamed to confess the faith of Christ crucified.\"
Engraved \"Christened Whitsunday 1849\"
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2024.04.30 08:37 ExtremelyEPIC A Wishlist

Character Customization:

Armor Customization:

New Weapon Types & More Weapon Variety:

New Buildings:

The Crucible:

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2024.04.30 03:21 DevelopmentJealous19 Iberostar Cozumel

Ooof. We just got back from our honeymoon here recently. The good: we had the villa, so that was amazing. Having our private pool was unmatched and so was the wildlife. We had an iguana couple that consistently hung around our patio, crabs peeking out from under the deck, basically awesome wildlife all the time!
We got tattoos at the shop in the lobby and the artist was amazing! She was gentle, quick, and prices were very fair. Several days out and they look and feel great! Highly recommend!
The drinks were delicious and flowing! Lots of choices and the bartenders had mostly great attitudes (except when you ordered an espresso martini despite it being on every menu).
The bad: umm, a little of everything else not mentioned above. BE PREPARED TO BE HUNGRY! The food was horrible. The only saving grace was the sausage and corn at the steakhouse. I’d recommend just going there every night, even though it’s open air and you’ll have to sweat through your meal. There is no room service and even getting more than one beer at a time to take back to your room is an extra cost.
The resort layout is sprawling and confusing.
BE AWARE of the check in sales speech. They will offer you all sorts of discounts and excursions making it seem included. Until they want you to sign and you read the fine print. It’s signing up for a sales speech. We avoided but I saw a few other groups waste almost 2 days of their vacation running like sheep doing the sales speech/lunch/toubs. Then I’m assuming you also have to sign up for something with an annual fee at the end- but that’s just an assumption.
We purposefully did not have any room cleaning while we were there. Didn’t matter. At check out, everyone is charged a cleaning fee- $250 USD if I remember correctly.
We paid for the room beforehand, paid a little extra to have access to the “super special beach club” (which was paid when we got our wristbands for that area), paid for the tattoos at the time we got them, and still paid almost $400 at check out.
It’s a gorgeous property, but unless there is an EXTREME overhaul in food and room service, I will not be back and could not recommend this place to anyone.
READ ALL FINE PRINT!!
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2024.04.30 01:21 Electrical-Thanks549 Westchester Pistol Permit Timeline

I appreciate those who posted the timeline of their process so I’m posting mine. Hopefully it helps !
11/25 & 11/26 - Took two day to completed NYS CCW 18hr Course.
11/27 - Called Westchester Pistol Licensing Unit to schedule an appointment. The date that was initially given to me was 07/11/2024. I called atleast 3 times each week to see if there were any cancellations to bump up handing in my application and fingerprinting appointment. Around the end of January a lady took my name and number down. She said that she would reach out to me once a spot opens up but I didn’t have faith in her word that she’d call me back.
02/09- Received a call from the lady at the county clerk office to come in on 02/12 to hand in application.
02/12- Handed in application and did fingerprinting. Informed by police officer that I would receive a letter in the mail from the Judge’s office in roughly 3-4 months.
04/12- Received letter from Judge Capeci office instructing for me to come in on 04/22 for a 2pm interview with her.
04/22- Had a very brief interview with questions that were a breeze. The questions are absolutely nothing to be worried about. Before I left she said that I was approved but didn’t provide me with any additional information as to when I was going to receive my pistol license.
04/29- After reading a Reddit post on how someone called the pistol licensing unit after his interview to pick up his permit. I decided to call them first thing Monday morning 04/29. The lady on the phone said that I can come pick it up. They were going to have it mailed to my home that evening but I was too anxious to wait. Basically they send you a letter saying that you can go to the courthouse to pick it up. They charge a $20 fee and take your photo on the spot. They print out your license and hand you your purchase vouchers to pick your firearms up from wherever they are being held.
The best advice I can give anyone who’s going through the process in Westchester is to keep calling asking for cancellation/ open slots.
I turned a 10-12 month wait to 5 months by calling them continuously.
Hope this helps :)
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2024.04.30 00:44 Blueplaya I completed every quest in the game*

While I have the insane title in game, I really wanted to double down on my insanity. Let's go over some fun facts about my journey, but lets start with the asterisk from the title:
*I did every non-repeatable quest avaialable to a hunter with JC and Engineering minus one that is pending a ticket with Blizzard. Specifically https://www.wowhead.com/classic/quest=3374/the-essence-of-eranikus . Before I really wanted to double down on being insane, I deleted this item and blizzard would not restore it. Turns out that there is a guy who will just accept the trinket you get off Eranikus and leads to an additional quest where he just talks about how sad it is what happened to Eranikus. Now that I have no remaining quests except for this one, I have re-opened the ticket so we'll see what happens

Breakdown

I also thought it would be fun to share a selection of the hardest, longest, and most difficult to find quests I ran into:

Hardest

Many of these are also the longest, but I am putting them here for their difficulty. I will talk about a couple of other ones that were quite long while also being quite easy below. - AQ Opening/Scepter Quest Line. I truly would be remiss not putting this on here. Its an RPG and a half to complete this. You are taken to fascinating locations while also slogging through incredibly annoying farms. When I did this the first time to help my raid lead get his scarab, the battle for Moonglade was incredible. This was expensive and required quite a bit of help to get through some of the raids. - Beastmaster Dungeon Set. I had heard of rogue's doing this in classic but every time I started the quest line it quickly got expensive for mediocre gear, but I had no idea how crazy this got. You end up needing to go to every end game dungeon, often multiple times, and definitely multiple times just to get the originaly Beaststalker set pieces. This was a slog and takes you to just as many unique and wonderful encounters as the AQ 40 quest chain. I have no idea if they will end up making this viable in SOD but this was an incredibly RPG experience if painful when farming the 0.5 pieces. - Chromatic Carapace Quests. I linked just the breastplate but I did both of these. As someone who did the insane title, I was not looking forward to hunting down more blood of heroes, but I just about cried tears of joy when I saw my first chromatic carapace 50 kills in. I thought for sure these were going to end up not getting finished but luck gave me my second carapace one kill after the first. Stupid, painful, and annoying. 0/10 - World Dragon Quest Line. Another short one in terms of total quest length, but hunting down the world bosses was an effort similar to hunting down the time lost proto drake. I had a toon camped out with unitscan for days and often lost out on the tag to people rushing to gather transmog. When I finally got a tag, I learned some harsh lessons about just how difficult these bosses are without friends including a 15 minute debuff you get upon dying before you can re-engage

Longest

I am viewing these as ones that had the most quests in a row but weren't all that hard to complete. - You Are Rakh'likh, Demon was truly a surprise. After nearly 4 years of going all around Azeroth, I ended up in places I had never been including discovering what the ghosts in the blasted lands are actually for. This is technically 3 quest chains on Wowhead and it just keeps going taking you all over the world. - The Lich, Ras Frostwhisper is probably number two for longest while not being the hardest. Its a whole chain revolving around Scholomance and I was familiar with the first half because of Mirah Song, but I had never done this second part despite getting the trinket to view the undead outside Scholomance from the first part. Was truly a surprise when I got Mirah Song and the quest just kept going including taking you into Straholme before you come back, turn Ras into a human and kill him.

Hardest to Find

These were pleasant surprises mostly and just interesting and difficult to find and complete - Finkle Deep inside UBRS you come upon The Beast. With sufficient skinning, you rip him apart upon death and find non-other than a scuba diving gnome inside. I remember this from when I was actually playing classic re-release but was pleasantly surprised upon discovering it a second time. - A Binding Contract. I was looking through Questie's My Journey feature confirming I had done every quest in every zone and every dungeon when I stumbled upon one in Black Rock Depths. A dungeon I was spending quite a lot of time in and curious how I could have possibly missed one. Turns out you need to have a sulfuron ingot in your iventory and talk to the Thorium Brotherhood representative who will give you the BOE plans to the Sulfuron hammer. Has some fun animations. 0/10 for discoverability but a pleasant surprise where I may actually make some money on this endevour for once - Aurius' Reckoning. This was another Questie save which lead to a lot of Wowhead digging. It turns out if you find a Medallion of Faith in Strat live and go back to the chapel in Strat UD, you can turn it into a rando pally who will then show up while you are fighting Rivendare if you finish all these steps. Upon killing Rivendare you can complete this final step of the chain.

Honorable Mentions and other stupid shit I did

AMA and feel free to send me fun /run print(C_QuestLog.IsQuestFlaggedCompleted(xxxx)) for me to test if you think there is a fun one out there I am missing. This toon was created right at the end of classic and has raided all tiers though never put up a complete original naxx run. My other hunter and warrior were my mains for vanilla.
Muddshotts-Whitemane US

Last fun facts from the obvious and well deserved no lifer questions coming

Sorry for the long post!
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2024.04.30 00:37 JPisaBrony [31/M] Minnesota, USA - looking for the love of my life

I am looking for the love of my life. someone who will truly love me for who I am. someone who wants to work through our differences and issues together. someone who values commitment, communication, adaptability, loyalty, and honesty as much as I do. someone who wants to put in as much effort as I do. someone I can love back just as much because when I love someone, I really love them.
I don't expect us to have all of the same interests and we should have some different ones so that we can learn from each other. what matters most to me is that we have similar core values and relationship goals. I do still have my preferences and those are:
for a brief overview of myself, I am a typical computer nerd that likes tech a lot. I like to learn about tech-related things such as programming and linux. I also like watching anime / movies / tv shows / youtube / playing video games / 3d printing / playing board games / making art such as vector art / 3d art / pixel art / drawings / paintings / hiking / bike riding / fishing / and snowboarding. I am mostly a homebody but I do a few things outside with other people from time to time.
If this post piqued your interest and you would like to get to know me better, then you should reach out. I am looking forward to meeting you.
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2024.04.30 00:35 JPisaBrony 31 [M4F] Minnesota / USA - looking for the love of my life

I am looking for the love of my life. someone who will truly love me for who I am. someone who wants to work through our differences and issues together. someone who values commitment, communication, adaptability, loyalty, and honesty as much as I do. someone who wants to put in as much effort as I do. someone I can love back just as much because when I love someone, I really love them.
I don't expect us to have all of the same interests and we should have some different ones so that we can learn from each other. what matters most to me is that we have similar core values and relationship goals. I do still have my preferences and those are:
for a brief overview of myself, I am a typical computer nerd that likes tech a lot. I like to learn about tech-related things such as programming and linux. I also like watching anime / movies / tv shows / youtube / playing video games / 3d printing / playing board games / making art such as vector art / 3d art / pixel art / drawings / paintings / hiking / bike riding / fishing / and snowboarding. I am mostly a homebody but I do a few things outside with other people from time to time.
If this post piqued your interest and you would like to get to know me better, then you should reach out. I am looking forward to meeting you.
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2024.04.29 23:08 wormekid Translation help

Need help translating a phrase
My friend is getting a tattoo, she doesn't have a reddit account so she asked me to post for her. She would like to get the phrase "Walk in Faith" tattoo'd in elven. I came from tengwar, who recommended I come here first. Thanks in advance!!
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2024.04.29 22:41 wormekid Need help translating a phrase

My friend is getting a tattoo, she doesn't have a reddit account so she asked me to post for her. She would like to get the phrase "Walk in Faith" tattoo'd in elven. I heard this is the best place to come for translation help. Thanks in advance!!
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