I saw a post going around about the Church of England, also known as the Anglican or Episcopal church, not being able to say anything against Gay Marriage because it was formed to redefine marriage so that King Henry would be able to divorce, and that is right. However, the Episcopal church is the most supportive church of LGBT rights.
In 2003, they elected the first openly gay Bishop, V. Gene Robinson to the Episcopal Diocese of New Hampshire, earning an uproar from the church’s conservative members. Later in 2009, church officials in Anaheim, California voted, outstandingly in favor, to start encouraging openly gay bishops. (New York Times)
The Episcopal Church is also the first to welcome and bless homosexual marriage. “The sacred unions of gay and lesbian people are to be blessed and enfolded into liturgical patterns in the same way that the sacred unions of heterosexual people have been honored for centuries..” (Washington Post). The church understands now that homosexuality (or any other sexual identity) is no more of a choice than heterosexuality, and most churches are open for LGBT youth that have been expelled from their homes.
The Episcopal church has also ordained non-cisgendered individuals into the church as well. The Church Laws were amended to include “No one shall be denied rights, status or access to an equal place in the life, worship, and governance of this Church because of race, color, ethnic origin, national origin, marital status, sex, sexual orientation, gender identity and expression, disabilities or age.” (Christian Post) The church states that this is out of respect for the dignity and basic human rights the non-cisgendered deserve.
So, please give credit where credit is due, and if you are an LGBT and also christian you can find help and acceptance in the Episcopal church.
A lot of Christians like to quote Leviticus and the rest of the old testament to justify telling someone that they are ‘Going to hell.’ Telling someone that they are going to hell, passing that sort of judgement on a fellow human, is playing God. You are pretending to be God. And who else did this? The Devil. He was banished from heaven because he wanted gods power. You, by taking it upon yourself to judge others, are belittling God. You are placing yourself on the same level as him by believing you have the same power as him.
“For God so loved the world he gave his only begotten son, and whoever believes in him shall have eternal life” John 3:16. Jesus was given to us to die for our sins. He was given to you so you wouldn’t have to follow all the complicated rules and rituals laid out in Leviticus. Look down at the tag on the shirt you are wearing, is it made of two fabrics? Thats cool, you can thank Jesus for the fact that you can do that. Do you have a loved one that has been raped, but not put to death? You can thank Jesus for that. And a man loving another man is also one of the sins Jesus died for. Jesus did not lay out at the last supper, which sins he would die for and which ones he wouldnt. By relying so heavily on Leviticus to prove your point, you are devaluing Jesus’s death. Buy telling someone their sins will send them to hell you are devaluing the fact that your ‘lord and savior’ was beaten to a bloody pulp and still forced to carry his cross. So if Jesus didn’t die for our sins, what did he die for?
Should homosexuals be allowed to get married? Yes. Not because of a right given to them through Jesus but this one quoted from a more recent scripture:
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion…” The First Amendment.
There is no reason for the American government to legislate marriage. It does not harm anyone. It is not taking rights away from anyone. If you still want to call us a “Free” country then give us freedom.
There seems to be a great debate arising here on tumblr; Is it wrong for people of ethnicities that are not considered “Black” (Afriacan, Jamacian, etc.) to have dreadlocks?
The reasons that seems to be angering most are that 1. dreadlocks hail from the Rastafarian religion, are part of that religion, and thus should not be used outside of that religion. 2. Black people were persecuted for their dreadlocks by the European culture, so for us now to adopt it as part of our society would be hypocritical and should not be allowed.
While I can respect all of that, it seems like a bit of backwards thinking to me.
First off, if you dont think white folk should get dreads due to the fact that they discriminated against them, isnt discrimination the wrong answer? Isnt it hypocritical of YOU to then say that we cannot style our hair that way simply because our ancestors and your ancestors didnt get along? That is something that must be remembered: While hate and racisim are alive and well today, it is not near what it was used to be, and very rarely is it directed towards your hair style. If you want to talk about all the terrible injustice of what your culture has gone through, be my guest. But dont you dare blame me for it. You yourself nor your parents or probably even your grandparents have experienced slavery, starvation, and soul rattling hatred directed at you by an entire planet. And it wasnt me, nor my parents, nor my grandparents that persecuted your ancestors, so please stop using that as an arguement against something I’d like to try with my hair.
Secondly, there are many many MANY aspects of religions that have been taken from context and bastardized into day to day activites. Lets make a list of a few and see if you havent partaken in any of these activities, shall we?
And if we really want to get technical and date it back to the christian crusades of the 1400s
-Reading (only those who were part of the church were educated to read) -Singing -Playing of any instrument -Boys having short hair (Only page boys and priests cut their hair)
So, have you corrupted a religion recently? I’m going to hazard a guess at yes.
Now, lets see a list of a few things that white people have originally done to their hair that other cultures have adopted
-Wearing wigs (THIS WAS DONE FOR RELIGIOUS REASONS) -Dying of the hair - Hair extensions (aka weave…)
Something else to keep in mind; are you yourself a practising member of rastafarianism? Do you praise the Jah? Do you have dreadlocks? Then dont get mad at me for tying some knots in my hair because I like the way it looks!
And THAT is what this should really come down to, ladies and gentlemen. Dreadlocks are a hairstyle, just like a pony tail or a mohawk. Some argue they are a way of life no matter what religion, and I totally respect that. But the bare bones of it is, they are something you do to your HAIR.
My ask box ios open and waiting to recieve your hate mail.
Some versions of Irish mythology have the Daoine Sidhe eventually divide into two groups: the Seelie Court and the Unseelie Court. Though this separation is more commonly seen in Scottish mythology, Ireland also adopted this division.
The Seelie Court were considered the true aristocrats of the Daoine Sidhe. They were judges, dispensing justice to the other faery when it was required, and served as frequent arbitrators of the many faery quarrels. The Seelie Court was very political, complete with cliques, factions, gossiping, and rivalry.
Sometimes called the ‘Blessed Ones,’ the Seelie were often depicted as a procession of brilliant light riding on the night air. The Seelie Court, as a group, would often use these excursions to find those in need of help. The Seelie were also prone to a great deal of mischief, especially when bored. However, their pranks rarely caused true harm, for the Seelie were really very fond of humans.
The Code of the Seelie Court
Like many human courts, the Seelie Court had its own code of conduct, a code which all of the Seelie had to abide by. This code was:
Death Before Dishonor: A member of the Seelie Court would protect his or her honor to the death. Honor was the single source of glory for the Seelie, the only way to attain recognition. A true Seelie would rather have died than live with personal dishonor, and would never bring dishonor to another of the Seelie.
Love Conquers All: For the Seelie, love was the perfect expression of the soul. It transcended all other things. Though romantic love was considered to be the highest and purest form of love, platonic love was also encouraged.
Beauty is Life: Beauty was one of the first tenants of the Seelie Court. To belong, a faery had to be beautiful, and all beauty was to be protected. The Seelie were known to go to war to protect beauty, whether it was a beautiful person, place, or thing.
Never Forget a Debt: This tenant worked in two ways. The Seelie were bound by their code of honor to repay any debt owed as soon as was possible. This included both favors and insults. The Seelie would repay a favor in a timely fashion. At the same time, they would exact vengeance almost immediately.
The Unseelie Court or Unblessed Court contains the most malicious, malevolent and evil of the faeries, and a number of monsters of horrible appearance and fearsome abilities as well. They comprise the Slaugh, or The Host, the band of the unsanctified dead who fly above the earth, stealing mortals and take great pleasure in harming humans.
Often called the ‘Unblessed Ones,’ the Unseelie were depicted as a dark cloud riding upon the wind from where their unnerving cackles and howls can be heard. Though not necessarily evil, they were far from kind. These unsavory characters tended towards evil and were often malignant. Some Scottish legends claim that the Unseelie were fallen Seelie, those who could not live up to the strict standards of chivalry of the shining court. They have no method of reproduction, so they enslave mortals whom they think would never be missed and carry them along to become one of them. The Unseelie Court was almost always out to harm, or at least bedevil and trick, humankind.
Some of the members of the Unseelie Court included:
The sluagh (the Hosts of the Unforgiven dead, akin to the Wild Hunt)
Shellycoat (a trickster of the coasts)
Redcap (a vicious fairy who drenched his cap with human blood)
The Code of the Unseelie Court
Like many human courts, the Unseelie Court had its own code of conduct, a code which all of the Unseelie had to abide by. The details of this code were:
Change is Good: The Unseelie firmly believed that security was an illusion. They considered chaos to be the ruling force in the universe, and accepted that they had to adapt and change to survive.
Glamour is Free: Glamour was the magick of the Daoine Sidhe. Both the Seelie and Unseelie possessed its power. However, the two Courts had differing opinions over its use. The Unseelie believed that to have power and not to use it was near to sin. They used their power for whatever they saw fit.
Honor is a Lie: The Unseelie placed no stock in the ideals of honor. Instead, they pursued their own self-interests vigorously. The Unseelie felt as if truth could be only be reach through a devotion to self, not a devotion to others.
Passion Before Duty: Passion was considered to be the truest state of being. The Unseelie acted without thought on pure instinct and passion.
The words “seely” (with other forms being seily, seelie and sealy) and “unseely” are Scots, Northern and Middle English terms meaning “happy”, “lucky” or “blessed” and “unhappy”, “misfortunate” and “unholy” respectively. They are derived from the Old English sœl and gesœlig. The Modern Standard English word silly is also derived from this root and the term “seely” is recorded in numerous works of Middle English literature such as those by Geoffrey Chaucer. Many ballads and tales tell of “Seely wights”; a Lowlander term for fairies. In Wales there were said to be two fairies or elves called Silly Frit and Sili go Dwt whose names represent a borrowing of the adjective silly (in this case meaning happy) as applied to fantastical beings from its usage on the English marches bordering Wales rather than the Anglo-Scottish border; the former name being purely English while the latter is a corruption of English fairy names featuring “tot” (such as Tom Tit Tot) as an element.
Seelie and Unseelie Courts
The Seelie court are known to seek help from humans, to warn those who had accidentally offended them, and to return human kindness with favors of their own. Still, a fairy belonging to this court will avenge insults and could be prone to mischief.The most common time of day to see them is twilight. The Unseelie Court consists of the malicious and evilly-inclined fairies. Unlike the Seelie Court, no offense is necessary to bring down their assaults.As a group (or “host”), they appear at night and assault travelers, often carrying them through the air, beating them, and forcing them to commit such acts as shooting elfshot at cattle.Like the beings of the Seely Court who are not always benevolent, neither are the fairies of the Unseelie Court always malevolent. However, when forced to choose, they will always prefer to harm—rather than to help—humans. Some of the most common characters in the Unseelie Court are Bogies, Bogles, Boggars, Abbylubbers and Buttery spirits.The division into “seely” and “unseely” spirits was roughly equivalent to the division of Elves in Norse mythology, into “light” and “dark” distinctions.
In the French fairy tales of précieuses, fairies are likewise divided into good and evil, but the effect is clearly literary. Many of these literary fairies seem preoccupied with the character of the humans they encounter.
The Welsh fairies, Tylwyth Teg, and the Irish Sídhe are usually not classified as wholly good or wholly evil.
Trooping and Solitary Fairies
Yeats divided fairies into the solitary and trooping fairies, as did James Macdougall in Folk Tales and Fairy Lore. Katharine Mary Briggs noted that a third distinction might be needed for “domesticated fairies” who live in human households, but such fairies might join with other fairies for merry-making and fairs.
The trooping fairies contain the aristocracy of the fairy world, including the Irish Daoine Sídhe.They are known as trooping faeries because they travel in long processions, such as the one from which Tam Lin was rescued. But the trooping fairies also include other fairies of lesser importance; a trooping fairy can be large or small, friendly or sinister.
Unlike the trooping fairies, solitary fairies live alone and are inclined to be wicked and malicious creatures, except for beings such as the brownie who is said to help with household chores.
A Changeling is said to be a faerie that is exchanged for a human child, although the term can refer to the child who was taken. Usually (though not always) as a prank or an act of vengeance. Fairies are said to make this exchange if the human child’s parents have caused the faerie world a serious offence, or if the fae have been attacked in some way by the parents. Rarely are children taken because the faerie is in love with it, though that is a possibility. Most modern stories indicate that the exchange is performed as a means of vengeance, and it is almost never depicted as a generous act.
On some occasions instead of a faerie child being left the faeries will leave a doll made of sticks and grass that is glamoured to look like a human child. These are called fetches and usually have a very short life span. Faeries will also sometimes take people who are older into their realm. Usually they do this if a specific quality about the person catches their eye.
Once in the faerie realm, humans are usually made servants. Since time passes differently in Arcadia, their faerie master determines how quickly they age. As children they usually just play while the faeries watch. When they are older they may be made a handservant, an entertainer, a lover, or even an ornament.
The magic of the faerie world changes the nature of the humans taken there so that, even if they do manage to escape, they are no longer fully human. The type of change that happens to them depends on who their master was and what they did while in the faerie realm. They almost always have a weak to intermediate grasp of faerie magic when they leave, with the ability to glamour and do other things.
Methods of supposedly repelling faeries included leaving an open pair of iron scissors on the baby’s bed. The symptoms of a changeling includes unpleasant traits in the body, paleness, a green tint, bad temper, and/or a voracious appetite. “Positive” traits include an extensive vocabulary at a young age, which signified the changeling’s intelligence. Children suspected to be changelings were persecuted and/or murdered, and those responsible were rarely blamed or punished.
Some speculate that the reasons faeries want to swap their children with human babies is because they want to be baptized, and consequently possess protection from things like trolls.
Almost one year ago i changed from asshole carnist to asshole vegan.
Notice the ‘asshole’ part of me didnt change. I am still an asshole, veganism didnt change me into one nor did it ‘cure’ me. The only reason why people have a problem now is because i am not agreeing with them and I am now questioning their oppressive behaviors. I’m sure there are plenty of other vegans out there that will be nice to you and pat you on the back because you are a special little snowflake, but its not me. I am not like that, period, and im not really sorry.
I am not an asshole because i am vegan, i am an asshole because i am an asshole.
You eat vegetables too dont you? I hope so because if you dont you would be missing out on a lot of necessary nutrients like vitamin c.
So these workers are bent over in the sun all day picking vegetables for minimum wage, and i get that, its bad and we should all try to buy from farmers markets and grow our own veggies when we can, but it is more expensive and most of us with smaller incomes cannot afford that very often. I highly doubt most carnists even know where their veggies are shipped from.
But lets stop and think about the conditions the workers in the meat industry are working in: They are usually ankle deep in blood, listening to the screams of animals all day long. They have to breath in the mixture of fecal matter and blood. They have to do your dirty work so that when your dinner is on your plate there is not even a thought of it once being a life. Most of these workers do not choose to work here, like the ones that work in the vegetable fields, they are forced to work in these conditions because they have no other choice, they have to make money to feed their families. Imagine the effect of having to work like this will have on a person. They have to kill for a living. And i know a lot of vegans see these videos and want to punch these people in the face for doing this but they have no choice, they dont want to do this. Most of them have to try really hard to learn to hate the animals so they can cope with killing them and after a while it may make some sadistic, but its the economy, its the only way they can get the money to support their families. Blame the carnists that are supporting it. Blame the industry and the people that are forcing them to do these things, the people that sit in their offices all day making negotiations with the government on how to keep people believing they need this crap. Those are the people we need to stop.
My partner sent me a text today telling me that his sentiments towards animals were changed forever because of me. I know he didn’t mean in an ethical sense, as he’s been vegan longer than me. Well over 10 years now. He said that before he would see something an animal did, maybe laugh about it and smile, and be done with it. But I think after three years of seeing me fawn over animals, it’s rubbed off on him. If anyone understands what I feel for animals, it’s him. But I don’t even think he understands completely.
When I was a kid, I had almost no friends. My best friend in the world was my dog, Camille. Her name was a nerdy art reference, because we had another dog named Rodin. She was a mutt, but obviously part Rottweiler. When my family got her, I was about 5 and she was a tiny little black puff who fit in an adult’s hand. I was terrified of her, I still can’t understand why since I’ve never once been afraid of any other dog. There’s a picture of us meeting for the first time, and I am recoiled in tearful horror, while she is leaning out of my dad’s hands and trying desperately to get to me. She would chase me around the house, trying desperately to win me over. I don’t remember what made me stop running and crying when she came near me, but after that point we were inseparable.
We were with each other through everything. When the unspeakable occasions of my childhood came, I cried with my face buried in her stomach. When she had a litter of puppies, I sat with her while she looked at me with the most hilariously miserable face I’ve ever seen. But, mostly, we just went through our daily lives together. We’d sit outside and I’d eat fruit from the trees and she would pant in the sun. I’d read to her to help with my stuttering. As sweet as she was to me, she generally wasn’t a nice dog. She’d snap at people, and once tried to attack a baby in a stroller. But she’d listen to me and look at me sheepishly when I scolded her for her antics.
She died when I was 14, and my world felt so empty. It’s a complete cliché, but my world was drained of color when she died. My poor little angel, who had truly saved my life (seriously, she alerted someone while I was in the deep ocean and almost drowning. My baby knew from the shore.) was gone. I would never see her again. I hated myself for not being with her when she passed. I hated myself for not giving her as much as she deserved. I still don’t think I expressed my love as well as I was able to. The dozens of kisses I gave her daily seemed insufficient, and the meals I cooked for her now seemed paltry. But years passed and I had to harden my heart, and stop crying. We buried her in our yard and planted a citrus tree in the dirt above her body. I sit under this tree every once in a while, and I eat the fruit that grows from her.
In every living creature I see, I see my Camille. I see the bigheartedness, the longing for companionship, the playfulness. I remember her simple joys when I see a cat rolling in a catnip bush; the invitations for play when I see a dog roll on their back; the deep relaxation (that seemingly only comes from having four legs) when I see a cow grazing. When I think of the atrocities that so many animals face, I think of my Camille. I think of how vulnerable my best friend was, and how much she trusted me to do right by her.
I feel sick when I think about how different her life could have been if she had been born a different animal. As a dog, she was entitled to run down the beach with me and chase me into the water and taunt me back out. If she had been born a pig, she would have never enjoyed these beautiful things. She would have been stuck in a pen, covered in her own feces, unable to move. As a well-cared for dog, Camille fed a diet that consisted of mostly homemade food. If my angel had been born a cow, she would have been fed food that she was unable to digest properly and would never eat naturally.
After my girl died, I knew without any question that the only way for me to do right by her, was to do everything within my means to never contribute to another animal’s suffering. Because even though Camille was the most special creature to ever exist in my eyes, I know she wasn’t special in the grand scheme of this world. There are billions of animals with quirks, preferences, and distinct personalities. These animals are tortured, and slaughtered every day. They just as much potential to love and be loved as Camille did. They have just as much to give. If you got a chance to know them, you would mourn the loss of their precious lives.
Please, remember that animals are not a mass product to be consumed. They are individuals and if you eat their corpses, you are complacent in a holocaust.
On 5 June 2012, I had the privilege of experiencing the exhibits at Houston’s Holocaust Museum and I was very troubled by my realization of the parallels we experience today towards those we feel to be lesser than us. We are all so quick to criminalize the Nazis, or Germans in general, when we are all contributing to the holocaust of today. And, yet, the Museums ultimate goal is to not let us repeat history, but we are. When an animal rights activist compares the plight of animals to the plight of the Jews, gypsies, and rebels in Europe in the 1940’s, they are appalled and outraged. “How dare you compare people who eat meat to Nazis?” But imagine the conversations the liberationists heard back then: “How dare you compare the murder of a German to the murder of a Jew?” “They are not like us.” “They do not feel any real emotion.” We are all fed these lies by propaganda, the same way the Nazis were led to believe the Jews are lesser than them. Only this time, the animal enterprise has learned the mistakes of the Nazis, and might actually win this war. So many of the pictures on display in that museum, I have seen in pictures taken only a few weeks ago. The pictures of the Jews in their bunks at the concentration camps look almost identical to pictures released of the common egg factory. The pictures of the bodies of humans piled up look the same as the pictures of the bodies of pigs piled up. Families were, and are, separated, and mothers still scream for their babies when they are taken away. Nazis would stick their fingers up the vagina of a woman the same way that dairy farmers shove their arm down into the vagina of a heifer. The similarities are disturbing. The the justifications for these actions are just as empty and incorrect. “Jews are the reason why Germany is suffering.” “You will die if you do not consume animal products.” They use misleading data, gathered from an irrelevant study to prove their point. Six million Jews were killed in the Holocaust from 1933 to 1945, it takes five days for us to kill 619 million land animals for food alone (this number does not include marine beings, nor does it include animals killed for clothing, or scientific experimentation). Why is this justified? Because they are lesser than us? They do not deserve the respect of a living being? Every year six million children, under the age of five, die of starvation that could have been prevented if we were to feed them the grains we feed animals. History is repeating itself, the liberationists are still being laughed at, and the people are still turning a blind eye to the suffering. But the oppressors are winning this time, because they are the only ones to have truly learned from history. They use addictive chemicals in the foods we eat, while they pay the government to feed us lies, to make sure their support remains the overwhelming majority.
Alex Hershaft, along with many other holocaust survivors, admits the horrors of the Animal Enterprise are much like, if not way worse, than his life in the years of the Holocaust. He experienced beatings, shootings, and diseases during his stay in the Warsaw ghetto in Poland, very much like the factory farms today. Open your eyes, there is a holocaust happening everyday, and every time you swipe your credit card at the counter you are choosing a side. When one chooses neutrality, he chooses the side of the oppressor.
“Auschwitz begins when someone looks at a slaughterhouse and thinks: They’re only animals.” -Adorno
*Keep in mind my great grandmother was labeled a ‘rebel’ by the Nazis and has spoken to me of her times in the camps, and how, in no way does this even remotely offend the amount of suffering experienced by humans during the Holocaust of 1933-1940