Amazing drone light show depicting Jesus on the Cross was spotted in the skies of Manvel, Texas by The Church on Master’s Road. Thousands of drones were used to create this.
u/Professional_Arm794 — 21 hours ago
r/PrimevalEvilShatters
Today, many celebrate the life, death, and resurrection of the great prophet, Jesus (as I once did). His opposition to political and spiritual repression is a god-like life. His great works of healing continue to bring hope and joy to those at death's door, and the lost and dispossessed.
Jesus opposed the political oppression of the Romans and the spiritual oppression of many in the Judaism of his time. He traveled with prostitutes and the outcast, performing great acts of healing.
His family disowned him because he seemed possessed to them. In return, he disowned them for their spiritual blindness.
He opposed the demonic spirits of his time. His great magic healed the demoniacs, cured people of their spiritual and physical ills, and brought one man back from the dead.
His sorcery and magic still transcends understanding. It was so great that his followers disseminated his acts and deeds across the world. The acts and deeds became a great myth that transformed peoples and cultures.
The Christ myth's monumental reality can be seen in both its creativity and its destructiveness. There are billions whose lives have been improved, cultures that have thrived, peoples who lived in peace and brotherhood.
At the same time, the myth's destructiveness tore the roots from cultures and lands, sent many to horrible deaths, all in the name of lies that betrayed the myth's reality.
Jesus' submission to his divine mission is a testament for all true magicians to follow and emulate. By allowing yourself to become a vessel of divine inspiration and command, you unleash the beautiful yet terrifying reality that exists in us all.
Jesus stands as a prophet and hero for those seeking spiritual renewal and healing. Though I reject the institutions that now claim him as their head, I honor his works and the reality from which they come.
u/alcofrybasnasier — 4 hours ago
Fractal Self
My name is Arcoiris, but I go by Arco everywhere. This self portrait like many others i do I started with a hand-drawn sketch on canvas, painted it on TikTok Live, I’d do it for an hour here and there chat, catch up with friends while getting into the swing of things which I can admit I had been a little nervous about as when people watch me paint in person I hyper analyze myself and struggle to make progress, i found out that was not the case on TikTok lol, and brought it to life with Sharpies and gel pens all while chatting. I then went over it with acrylic paint, playing music.
https://reddit.com/link/1r41afe/video/y1y7hzajtbjg1/player
Under normal lighting, the colors still draw your attention, but under black light, they transform, demanding more. The neon colors leap off the canvas, emphasizing different aspects of the artwork.
I focused on black-light-reactive details, accentuating the green and blue tones in the torn night-sky elements. In contrast, I applied pastel shades to the skin and sunset areas, then turned off the lights as I, along with everyone else, reacted with joy, watching the colors dance in the color-changing light I had left on to see how each color reacted. The eyes are the most striking. With the lights completely off, only the glow paint remains, lending an ethereal focus to the face.
The demand for my work inspired me to experiment digitally, and I played with my image, inverting it and laying it over itself until I was satisfied with my new creation.
resulting in canvas prints. Still, I was not comfortable selling them as they were, because the prints did not glow as my original piece did, and did not react as dramatically to color-changing lights. To make each piece personal, I revisited the prints, layered black-light and glow paint, and redefined areas with a Sharpie. This way, every piece stayed true to my vision while offering something uniquely handcrafted. I also added shards of glass, mirrors, and glitter.
The back of each holds this poem
“Beneath the moon’s cool silken glow, they lie,
The mirrors gleam, catching the sky.
A polished blade, a guardian’s guise,
Both truth and trick within their ties.
A mirror raised, a weapon fierce,
A gaze reflected, a soul it pierces.
Shattering shadows with a silver spark,
A shield to fend the deepest dark.
For every curse that dares to linger,
The mirror dances, a quicksilver singer.
Echoes of spells it turns to naught,
Each venomous word unmade, unwrought.
Yet care beware the mirror’s might,
Its blade cuts both in dark and light.
Protector, avenger, a sorcerer’s snare,
It sees all truths, both foul and fair.
In the realm of glass, where echoes reign,
A fragile beauty masks the pain.
But in its glow, both pure and dire,
Lies the strength to shield and fire to inspire.”
Under the letters of the poem, only visible in the dark, lay the scales of justice. (I definitely could have done better, but I was going in blind on two fronts in that moment. I was out of contact lenses and broke my glasses. I was also painting it in the light, not in the dark, like a goose. Oh well.)
Though yes, part of my sense of justice comes from my autism, that is not the sole reason I seek it so often. My father kidnapped my mother when she was 16 years old. I used to hear stories about how kind she was. I never met the girl they described. I met the beaten-down woman who survived a monster.
For her to cope with her own abuse, she abused my siblings and me at any given opportunity. My father was a psychopath; she may as well have become a sociopath. I have dissociative identity disorder. and CPSD Self-portraits began as a therapeutic exercise and have evolved. Have wondered what it would be like to go to art school… then I look at the economy and chuckle.
Toodaloo
u/WaterBow_369 — 2 months ago
Week