Blasphemy Stories

During the pandemic of 2020, Seth Mayhew discovers a long-forgotten recording preserved in the archives of the Library of Congress from 1949. The voice belongs to his great-grandfather Gregory Mayhew, recorded at the age of seventy-nine by Alan Lomax. What follows is the astonishing story of a summer in 1883 when the Kansas frontier witnessed the impossible. Gregory was only thirteen when his uncle Anton came into possession of a mysterious artifact known as the Rod of God, a relic rumored to carry the power to override nature itself. With it, Anton becomes the enigmatic showman of legend called Mr. Miracle, traveling the prairie in a painted circus wagon and performing wonders no stage magician could duplicate, or explain. But miracles have consequences too. Resurrection defies the natural order. Forbidden alchemy brings forth a strange child who may carry the soul of an ancient murdered immortal. And as the Miracle Wagon chases a wandering circus across the American West, faith, greed, and fear begin to follow close behind. Because magic that has been stolen from Creation itself, cannot remain hidden forever. And every miracle comes with a cost.

Hector didn't care to have a normal life. Actually, no, he didn't care what type of life he lived would fit the description better. Going with whatever the day would throw at him, spending his time with friends or alone. Living peacefully in his own world, unaware of what lies beyond. But worlds collide and soon his glass dome is shattered, taking those of his friends with it. As the past begins to unravel Hector finds himself in a place where everything he knew falls apart. ____ This story is in the process of being rewritten and no longer canon. I'm still leaving it up for myself, as to show my progress. If I'm going to update further (as I have written everything until chapter 37), it's not going to be looked over and corrected for errors of any kind.

What if everything you believe is a lie? What if Jesus (or what ever god you believe exists) never even existed? What if everyone was damned to eternal torment, before they were even born, without a chance of escape? It's true, I've lived with the reality for more than 20 years. And the people of the world don't make it any easier. The words and numbers in Genesis, thought to be the genealogies of the first people, are actually part of an astronomical chart. There are 21 (male) names in the bible, for which three ages are given. Age at the time of a son's birth, number of years lived after that, and age of death. Every name, Adam through Isaac. The pattern ends there. The sum of those numbers is 23852. Jacob is listed as Isaac's son, so his name could be added to the chart. Only his age at death (147) is given. 23852 + 147 = 23999. Assuming the numbers represent a day, 23.852 / 23999 = 0.99387. The sidereal orbit of the Earth is listed as 0.99726968 days (all links to sources can be found inside the book). Assuming the numbers are hours, it's one hour short of 1000 days. The groups of numbers within the chart, when divided by 24 (yields days) and 7 (yields weeks), are whole or almost whole numbers. The sum of each column is 2106, 9820 and 11926. The gravity of the Earth is about 9.820 m/s^2. I calculated the ratios of the sums. 2106 / 2106 = 1, 9820 / 2106 = 4.66286, 11926 / 2106 = 5.66286. The formula for square arcminutes in a sphere is 466 560 000 / pi. I then calculated the lowest (near) whole number ratios. 1 * 3 = 3, 4.66286 * 3 = 13.988 (14), 566.286 * 3 = 16.988 (17). Those numbers are close (and related) to the digits found in pi (3. 14 15.9). Enoch (65, 300, 365) is related to the inch, Jared (162, 800, 962) /yared/ to the yard, and Mahalaleel to the mile. There are 36 inches in a yard, and 36.5 enochs in a yared. There are 1760 yards in a mile, and (800 + 962) 1762 yareds in a mahalaleel. Whatever you believe, I'm right. . . and I'll see you in hell.

my favourite pastor John Macrthur , explained very well, who is the HOLY SPIRIT. enjoy the reading, and i hope and pray that it helps you to get to know more about our COMFORTER. blessings

In order to discover the results of a cancer screening test, Mary Watson must face a gauntlet more terrifying even than the disease she fears is attacking her body.

He knows how that feels all to well. Well, he never screamed the name of foreign gods in the rain, but he knows what type of anger she's feeling. That type of helplessness is unbearable.

You've read the Forest Fic, but what if the roles were reversed? What if the story is about Josh instead? What is Tyler is the one everyone swears is fake. But Josh knows better. Tyler can't be fake. He just can't be. нуρσ¢яιтє тαкє уσυя ρι¢к ¢αυѕє тнє ρσιѕσиѕ σи му ℓιρѕ So I read the Forest fic and it was beautiful and it made me decide that I wanted to write my own version. I guess a fan fic of the Forest fic. Now this is sorta based off the Forest fic but mostly my own. I just wanted to make a disclaimer that I didn't own the Forest fic and yes I have read the Migraine fic, this has nothing to do with that. Hope you enjoy reading.

Surely everyone who believes in God wants to believe that their God is the true and the only God out there. Some believe that no-God exists but that Something Supernatural has happened and keeping everything intact. As sure as I stand on this ground beneath me, no human has created everything around me; I know we cannot do it. God never said that He is the only God out there, He always said "I AM THE GOD OF gods AND THE LORD OF lords" Before Jesus came to earth and died as a human He was the God of Israel all the other nations had their own gods and nothing was wrong with that. Since Jesus died you can choose Jesus as your savior because only He can give you heavenly benefits, the other gods cannot give it to you. But it is your choice if you choose Jesus. Shouldn't we then learn about all the god's instead of telling everyone they are wrong when they tell you about their gods. This way we can learn more about the God we want to love than to judge people for what they believe. We cannot force anyone to believe what we believe is right we can only tell people about the God we love and maybe they can love Him/Jesus too. Just because we read the same Bible doesn't mean we have the same believes even if the God we believe in has the same Name YHVH. As soon as I explained my experiences with my God, I came to the realization that My God was very different than any other God. Maybe you can relate to my God Jesus/Yeshua He is waiting for you.

Being a guardian angel is never easy, especially when your guarding an idiot. No one knows that better than Kokabiel. But when, Bishop, the human he is assigned to, summons a rogue lust demon named Asmodeus for companionship, the holy high will punish the guardian angel in the worst way possible. The three will have to learn to get along if they want to survive a short road trip from Hell and the wrath of Heaven. This is a novella.

A series of poems about sins turning them into qualities or normal things. Contains blasphemy of course it aims to find moral while actively avoiding religious rules.

More than a Gregorian man is a fantasy book. It is being published right now. This book is a fantasy, this book is no more than a figment of my imagination. It is a about an Eleven year old boy named Luxor, who comes from a extremely poor family. He suddenly himself in the custody of a strange alien race called the PoX. He has to escape, and save his life among many. He meets a girl his age, a girl named Gexa. She rebels to fight alongside him. This book is mine, plagiarism is illegal. If you want to post it elsewhere, ask first.

In This article you will learn what is the "sin that leads to death" and if it's related to or the same sin as "blasphemy against the Holy Spirit." I just want to say that this article is not my own work but belongs to (I copied and pasted it): (thirdmill.org) - the article was written by Dr. Joseph R. Nally, Jr. I decided to use his article of this topic because I believe he explaines it very well what this sin is and how one commits it. So if you claim to be a follower of Jesus Christ and may have backslide once or twice or many times and wonder if you have committed this sin or blasphemy against the Holy Spirit (the unforgivable sin) well this article is for you. Please enjoy.

the tale of a sad catholic boy and his infatuation with a quiet, but effervescent poet.

They have failed us. The Angels who have guarded Humans for so long have failed to stop the forces of Evil from entering Heaven. Now, there is no one to protect Heaven from the blasphemy eroding away life. The Angels have Fallen to Earth as either Holy or cursed. Their fates will be determined and put to the test as they try to reclaim what was once theirs.

Heaven and Hell have signed an official peace accord --for real this time! They promise! In light of recent events, the angels and demons have finally put the biblical mayhem behind them. So after spending the past seven-hundred years in hiding, Lucifer decides to step back into the spotlight. However things quickly go awry when he realizes that his actions --shockingly-- have consequences. In order to rectify a political disaster, Xander Hellbourne tries to make Lucy understand the significance of his initial disappearance centuries ago. But as he does so, Xander finds himself reflecting on the warlike days he long since hoped to forget and facing his inner monsters as a result. With their long-buried truths finally coming to light, will Xander and Lucy's chaotic relationship finally lose its ground? Or will it grow stronger than either could predict? [this is book 2 in the God's Gone AWOL series. but you don't necessarily need to read the first to understand this one]

In the dim silence of a church corridor, one soul lashes out - at God, at philosophers, at the crushing quiet of unanswered prayers. This poem is a raw plea, a philosophical rebellion, and a blasphemous hymn forged in the heat of doubt. Rage and faith spiral together in this spiritual confrontation between creator and creation. What better way to die than asking the questions no one dares to voice?

The drip, drip brought back the memory of those screams. She could smell the crimson from that day, or was it crimson, salt, left behind by the blood and tears of some other prisoner. Were they abused? She wondered. How were her children. She thought of them a dozen times a day, she asked the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost to keep them safe. Jamil she had long ago realized would be spared his father's beatings. That day only brought it to her conscious. She had always known. But she saw it that day. Her beautiful daughter Maryam, that was who she was more worried about. Drip, drip. Splat. Splat. The water smelled bad. Sour, of shit. It tasted even worse. She had been forced to drink it, they had starved her, and deprived her of water for a few days. Was it days? She didn't know. There was no night and day in this place. Just the collective quiet and screams for food, for water, for mercy. Confessions of sins that the prisoners had not committed, anything to get out. Most harrowing were the screams. The whips, the flays, the screams. She winced every time she heard one. She shivered the first time she had heard one. She shuddered as she thought of that. The hair on her back rose, she pulled her arms around herself. It was unearthly. Not an animal's scream, not her screams when her husband beat her, not even when he had hit her with a bat. Not the screams of the dog that those kids had cornered, and were poking with sticks, some throwing stones at it, as if it were the devil himself. No, none of those screams. This came from a deeper place. This was a scream from before civilization. From before language. This was a scream, guttural. Loud, screeching, very much in pain.