Even my 16 year old sister....
(I support Bernie sanders)
Purgatory sweet purgatory-LPC Drabble PT2There are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in peoples philosophies.Purgatory sweet purgatory-LPC Drabble PT2 by DXCLove
For many and most people, were we go after we run all our races and count all our ducks can be described in two ways. Heaven, the bright, spiritual realm where the just and righteous souls reside for eternity and angels embrace you as you enter. And Hell, the dark deathpit where the most vile creatures reside, licking their dripping fangs for the next unfortunate soul to fall.
But what of the third Place?
If your one of the few with imagination, you may believe in one of the least known places and therefor the most scariest place to go when you die. The one place were religious people fear they will go, and parents tell their children they will most Certainly go if their not baptized or christened at the right age.
But what is purgatory...Is it really the horrible place people make it out to be? Or is it something differently, Something else entirely.
Death is always buzzing around our
DracorexMoloch species informationBasic infoDracorexMoloch species information by DXCLove
Species name- Dracorexmoloch (meaning dragon king demon, more precisely demon dragon king pronounced Dra-cor-ex-Mol-lock
Average life span- 50-100 years in males 45-100 in females
· Egg: 0-5 months
· Nestling(hatchling): 5-10 months
· Sub adult (teenager): 11-19 years
· Adult: 25-70 years
· Elder: 95-Death
Male: Elder (old male) Buck (young male) Hatchling (baby/newborn)
Females; Queens (old female) Molly (young female) Hatchling (baby/newborn)
Height- Females- 5’5 to 6’1
Males- 5’11 to -9 feet (sizes ranging from 10 feet in height are also possible)
Weight- Female 125-175 lbs
Males 150-210 lbs
Languages- if taught at a young age, D.Moloch has the mental and physical abilities to speak English, if not taught they will just be like normal dragons that don
Dracorex Mating and Matrimonial SuicideDuring breeding season, Adult male dracorex called Bucks ,enter a state of increased testosterone known as musth. Males first enter musth at the age of 11, but it is not very intense until they are older than 15. Young males appear to enter musth during the dry season (January–May), while older males go through it during the wet season (June–December). Males usually become extremely aggressive during musth. Among both musth and nonmusth males, size is the determining factor in agonistic encounters. In contests between individuals, musth males win the majority of the time, even when the non-musth male is larger.Dracorex Mating and Matrimonial Suicide by DXCLove
Behaviors associated with musth include walking with the head held high and swinging, marking, rumbling and grunting. This can last from a day to four months. Agonistic encounters typically consist of threat displays, chases and minor sparring with the Horns.
Serious fights are rare.
Females however differ from males, as she is the one who determines what male will b
Project_D.O.G_Profitability_Report"From: Melvin BarnsProject_D.O.G_Profitability_Report by DXCLove
Subject: Project D.O.G On Site Inspection
The full reports still pending, however no immediate action is required on the part of the United Corp. The profit potential of PROJECT D.O.G remains staggeringly high.
The four fatalities we sadly sustained in our effort to contain and transport our subjects, obtain enough ambiguous data to make any litigation, if evidence is correctly managed, impossible.
However, PROJECT D.O.G still remains a dangerous initiative and there will almost certainly further casualties. As with the others, however family (or the lack of) and government interest in the patients is so low as to make any chance of legal actions vanishingly unlikely.
However, violence between staff and subjects has been on the rise the last few days. But, a combination of physical and chemical restraints has proven sufficiently effective to assure continued control and profit.
A Hunt In Spring
After a long and cold winter, Spring finally arrived and with it new life. The snow was beginning to melt and you could see the grass for the first time in months. It felt great to be outside in the sun again. Anyone else would naturally go out for casual strolls with their loved ones and just enjoy the nice weather. Not for people like me though, because theres a lot of work to be done around this time of year. What kind of work you ask? Zombie hunting of course. What? didnt anyone tell you that zombies usually freeze during the winter and thaw out in Spring?
Luckily, they all dont thaw out at once. But we can easily find them now without all the snow in the way. We find some still frozen and destroy them before they get the chance to get back up and infect the entire area. Others we find wondering around still half frozen.
Zombie hunting isnt an official profe
Competition time! 10pts for the winner every week!So it's time to start my old competition back up once again. Write a funny, interesting or strange comment on this journal and this time next week you could be the proud owner of 10 shiny new
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Do not be FooledThere is no purgatory.
There are no ghosts of people who have died lingering on earth.
You die, you get heaven or hell.
There is no in between. There is no gray zone.
People create these lies of ghosts and purgatory to comfort themselves and get out of judgement, but the truth still stands. You can try to cover it up all you want, but the truth is like the sun; it cannot long be hidden. It will shine through.
We cannot pay our way into heaven.
We cannot earn our way into heaven.
We cannot hope ourselves into heaven.
Same goes for hell. We can do none of these things to escape it. Our only way out of eternal suffering and into the arms of God is through His Son, Jesus Christ.
"Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me."
Repent and turn away from sin! It may feel good and be fun now, but it leaves heavy consequences for your future and eternity. Don't leave the fate of y
Philosophical Ramblings 4Heaven, Hell And God
Heaven, the bright, spiritual realm where the just and righteous souls reside for eternity and angels embrace you as you enter. Hell, the dark deathpit where the most vile creatures reside, licking their dripping fangs for the next unfortunate soul to fall. God, the everlasting judge that determines freedom or imprisonment for the soul on trial after death. These are the fundamental basics of Christian belief. However, I have a few coins to throw into the well.
Some people believe getting to Heaven is a cakewalk and getting to Hell for them is impossible. Here is an example in the form of a deviation from another DeviantArt user (whose name will not be mentioned for privacy reasons):
"If God identifies someone as His own, they're guaranteed to be saved."
Basically, this says that no matter what happens you're guaranteed to
In the Midst of War.Death is always buzzing around our heads our whole living life. When we are dying, though, the thoughts begin to settle as we accept what has to be. I went as the trillions before me had. I simply slipped away alone. I had been old, my husband dead, and most of my friends and family were gone too. I expected something peaceful, if no afterlife, then a nice long sleep. No. It wasn't like that at all.
I landed on scarred ground. The sound of gunfire echoing around me and mixing with the blood curdling screams of pain and fear. I picked my head up to look around. Fog rolled in across a large dry field surrounded by forest. I could see the outlines of men fighting to death in the trees. Bullets whizzed above me. It was a war! I felt someone tug my arm, but I could only think to follow the pressure. The figure guided
Rewards for your sacrificeHe was stabbed through the chest, the Saracen had come from behind he hadn't even seen him Looking up at the sky he realized that his life was over, and the crusades would have washed him of sin. He would be embraced into heaven and he would see his fallen comrades again.
"I am sorry to disappoint you, crusader." He heard a thin raspy voice.
He turned around to see the reaper, dressed in his long robes, his skeletal fingers clutching the scythe.
"What what do you mean by that?!" He was frightened what had death just told him.
The reaper takes a few steps forward.
"Heaven, is not where you and your comrades are going."
He was speechless what was the meaning of this?!
"But why?! Have I not served God faithfully?!"
The reaper was now only a few steps from him.
"You shall not make for yourself an idol." The reaper motioned for the large cross which was carried as a banner before the armies. "You shall not make wrongful use of the name of the Lord your Go
The Laughing ManHe was falling through impenetrable darkness.
No light above or below, no below or above, no walls, no wind even. But he was falling. He felt suffocated. He felt dazzled. He felt engulfed in flames and drowning in water. He was sinking, maybe? His body – lost; his head, his eyes, nose, ears – missing. He could not scream and he could not breathe – he didn’t need to. But he kept falling.
This is, after all, Limbo. The Purgatory where souls are measured up against their deeds, sorted out to where they must head, vindicated if they have to, tortured if they must, but ultimately sent forth to their rightful place. And it is nothing. No landmarks, no roads, no earth, no water, no trees, and no deserts – nothing distinguishable could be made out from this infernal darkness. Or is it whiteness? Ask anyone who’s been here and no one will be able to say for sure. Then again, who would you ask? For none who venture here will ever return. No soul will be absolv