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The Brown Scapular

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When I was in grade school I studied in a Catholic School and every pupil there knows how to pray the rosary, nun also wanted us to memorizes some verses in the bible  and gave us the Brown Scapular to wear in our neck. The nuns told us that by wearing the brown scapular your soul not be perish and you'll be safe the eternal fire. Back then I do wear a scapular but my neck usually got allergies on it so usually I remove it... I knew it is not yet the time.      
         Way Back then I taught the Brown Scapular was just made by the Carmelites not until I Google it now and knew that Mama Mary has intercession on it like the Holy Rosary. It was on July 16, 1251 that Mama Mary appeared to St. Simon Stock , a carmelite and handed the brown woolen scapular and said, “This shall be a privilege for you and all Carmelites, that anyone dying in this habit shall not suffer eternal fire.” In time, the Church extended this magnificent privilege to all the laity who are willing to be invested in the Brown Scapular of the Carmelites and who perpetually wear it.     
         True devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary consists in three things: VENERATION, CONFIDENCE AND LOVE. By simply wearing the Scapular, we can tell her every moment of the day that we venerate her, love her and trust in her protection. That if you prayed holding the scapular especially when your facing temptation the evil is utterly powerless calling the Virgin Mary in silent devotion that if you recommended  yourself to Mama Mary you would not have run into such danger. 
          Like the Holy Rosary Our Lady has its promises if you wear the scapular first is she promised to save those you wear from fires of hell and second she will shorten their stay in the purgatory if they should pass from this world still owing some debt of punishment. But Mama Mary has her condition too
that you should wear it continuously, that you will live in chastity  wheater  yourAll Rights Reserved

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The Lost Life of Laraine

She lead a rather tragic life. The black sheep of her family due to her lack of affinity for fire. Her affinity was quite the opposite. Water in fact. Already in a time when women did not really have much political power or rights, she was outcasted by her family despite being of nobility. Still allowed to live in the distant west wing of the massive Grand Duke's manor, she has never eaten a single meal with her family nor extended family, and has spent her loneliness in her books and sword lessons. Although only taught by the head butler and one of the low ranked knights of the family, she was quite bright and if her family would have given her a chance she would have done great things. If only she didn't die at such a young age. Married off to some "hero" of sort that had slayed the Dragon of the North who was terrorizing the land and threatened the kingdom, this hero also had an affinity for fire and held her in disdain like the rest of her family. Suddenly a girl of another world was transported to their world, picked up by this hero and put into his secure care. The pair soon fell for each other despite the hero's marriage, and many believed Laraine got jealous of this girl of mystery, and tried to kill her. This was definitely not true. But because the girl was favored by the temple and kingdom Laraine was quickly arrested and put on trial. You can probably tell what happened to Laraine. But something strange happened the day of her execution. As soon as her decapitated head hit the ground the sky turned blood red and it began to rain fire. No one survived that day. But for some reason time went back, and Laraine was back to being a child, but with no memory of her future. There were select few in her life, however, that remembered her tragedy and now perhaps will take action to prevent it. NOTE: I'M AWARE THERE ARE A LOT OF INCONSISTENCIES. IT WILL BE EDITED SOME DAY BUT RIGHT NOW I'M JUST TRYING TO FINISH IT.