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A Dream of Time and Sacrifice
I saw in my vision a sundial, upon which there stood twenty men, one held down by the rest.  When the shadow of the dial touched the held man, the other nineteen killed him, and his blood spilled down from the surface of the table.  As each drop fell upon the earth, it became bread, water, and metal.  From the bread and water came forth more men, who took the metal to shed more blood.
As I watched, I saw the sacrifices continue, day after day.  Each time the shadow touched the marked point, the blood of a man was shed.  But now, there were more marked points, more sacrifices, but not all the blood of each was shed.  Pieces of men, and not the whole of them, were cut off and butchered.  The blood still flowed down the table, but now there was more metal than was needed to continue the sacrifice, and more men coming forth than needed to be sacrificed.
Men began to take the metal, and build around the tower of the dial new ways of marking time, at first
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The Flight Over (Gift)
“Hunny, do you have any more zinc drops?”
The Lopunny addressed emitted that curious combination of sigh and laugh that one reserves for the quirks of one’s spouse.  “Don’t you think you’ve stocked up enough?  They could stock a pharmacy with all the vitamins you’ve taken!”
The male stuck to his guns.  “It’s the air in this cabin.  Pressurized, dry, recycled.  If you don’t keep your immune system in tip-top shape, you’ll catch something nasty.”  It was perhaps only natural to expect a well-built pokemon like himself to be a bit of a health nut, even more so when one considers his medical training.  Hunny did consider this, and handed the other lopunny the drops requested.  “Thanks.  Make sure that little Two-Tone took his, too.  I definitely don’t want him to get sick right before we land in Alola.”
“Oh, don’t worry Courtne
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Literature
Tradition, Tradition! (Part 6)
“So, when are we going to meet your parents?  I must confess some curiosity to your immediate antecedents.”  Whether it was the conviviality of the brunch, or just the champagne loosening her tongue, Zephyre’s mother Rashida seemed to be warming up to the idea of Conrad marrying her daughter.  
For himself, Conrad was pleased and relieved, the impossible task of pleasing his in-laws had just become that much smaller.  “They should be here any minute, but they did instruct us not to wait on eating for them.”  He took a sip of his coffee, slightly regretting his choice of words.  The vampires present couldn’t ‘eat’ technically, not without potentially disastrous consequences.
So far, the meal was progressing without disaster, and the bride and groom tried to shake the foreboding from them and enjoy the company of their respective families.  Zephyre’s uncle Giacomo and his family had attempted to stay
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Literature
Tradition, Tradition! (Part 5)
The worst part of it all was that Conrad could see the inevitable disaster coming.  The very first problem had to do with the catering.  Conrad’s family could eat mortal food, and most were amateur enthusiasts of cookery.  Zephyre’s family, being technically dead, couldn’t, and not many restaurants served blood or raw meat.  Vampires could drink, though, which meant that extra champagne for the mimosas was added to the bill.
*Fantastic; and since they can’t eat anything, nothing will dilute the alcohol. Drunk, vampiric in-laws, that’s wonderful.*    While Conrad kept a lid on his thoughts, Zephyre could definitely pick up on his apprehension, which did not help with her own.  The breakfast was being served in a Domish Bistro reserved for the purpose, a full table d’hote affair.  How on earth were the serving staff not going to notice that the Bride and her family were taking no food?  Questio
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Literature
Tradition, Tradition! (Part 4)
As Conrad and Zephyre waited at the station for the first of the arrivals of her in-laws, he couldn’t help but wonder how much of the anxiety he saw on her face was residual from the arrival of her family, or apprehension over his.  He reached over to pull her close, in an attempt to reassure her.  “Relax, my folks are all cool about this.  They’ll love you, and I think you’ll like them too.”
The vampires did manage a smile at that, “And here I thought that a clan of half-vampire vampire hunters might possibly have a problem with me marrying in.”
The hybrid chuckled.  “Nah, you’re thinking of the Motnblancs, Vaughan’s people.  Mine are the Judays, we just wanted to fit in and stay out of trouble.  After all, there really isn’t a difference, when one’s a half-vampire, between marrying a full mortal or a full vampire, now, is there?”
That got a laugh out of her, and he was p
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Literature
Tradition, Tradition! (Part 3)
“Do they know we’re out here?”  Morrissey’s voice wavered slightly as he set up the monitoring equipment on the car dashboard.  This was the first time he’d ever been on-site during a surveillance mission; his role was usually providing support from home.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure they can guess that I wouldn’t give them so many injunctions if I wasn’t prepared to enforce them.”  Vaughan carefully adjusted the viewfinder so as to see through the windows of the hotel rooms where Zephyre’s family had been booked.  This was routine to him, and his tone was as calm as an old police sergeant.
“Are… we going to get in trouble for this?”  The lynx was looking at the monitor with a worried look.
“If they rat us out to the authorities, there’s no incentive for us to keep our mouths shut, so I don’t think-“
“Not from the police, from them.  They
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Literature
Tradition, Tradition! (Part 2)
Conrad hadn’t expected to be welcomed with open arms, exactly.  It was going to take an extension of his charm to the fullest extent to win them over.  
So far, his progress was not encouraging.
“I suppose,” Zephyre’s Aunt Lunara sniffed, “That I can hardly say you’re to be blamed in this matter.  It is rare that such advantageous opportunities fall to one of your sort.”
Conrad took the dig in stride.  “Once in a lifetime, I should say.”  And he leaned in to nuzzle his fiancée on the car seat next to him, which soothed her feelings a little.
Severa was bitterer; one expected her to spit vinegar with every word.  “Hmph, he’s a fool if he thinks to profit from the match.  You’re both no better than peasants now.”
Rashida was quick to retort, “Whatever our state may be, my daughter is still a princess, whether or not everyone else is too dull to see it!
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Literature
Tradition, Tradition! (Part 1)
*I can’t wait until Zephyre and I are married; then we won’t have to plan a wedding anymore.*  Conrad thought, as another interminable dispute dragged on over the procedures.  Of course, he had it lucky, and he knew it.   Zephyre was giving him no pressure to stage anything elaborate, since she knew from personal and painful experience that lavish ceremonies meant literally nothing in the long run. Really, the biggest logistical issue was just setting a date so all of Conrad’s extended family (and being part rabbit, he had a lot of them) could attend.
So far, so good.  But the problem came in with the fact that, as Zephyre had come from an isolated settlement of vampires, as more or less a refugee, she had no guests, and therefore no one to give her away, and no one for Matron of honor and bridesmaids.  Or rather, the problem wasn’t so much their absence, as it was certain well-intentioned but misguided attempts to fill them.
Conr
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My Faith and Little Ponies
I’ve given a lot of thought these past few seasons on what it was exactly that made me like My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic so much.  It is a well-made animated show, but it’s not alone in this respect.  Yet, of all the gems of children’s entertainment, nothing resonated so much with as this one little show about colorful equines.  And now, I think I know why.
The conclusion I’ve come to is this: that it, in many ways, mirrors my own Faith and worldview.  If I had to explain how my belief in Christ affected my view of the world, I could use MLP:FiM as an effective object lesson.
The central concept of the show is Friendship, that is, of making and cultivating a meaningful relationship with someone else.  That idea of a relationship is also central to the Universe, and of God Himself.  He, being three Persons in One God, knew that Love, that comradeship, which was central to all true joy, and wished to make beings that he could s
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Literature
The Cricketers in the Rye: Chapter 2
        Everypony has a special talent; all they have to do is discover it.  That was one of the fundamental principles of life in Equestria, as unquestioned as the daily sunrise, the value of friends, or the rule of the Princesses.
        The hidden shadow had, at various times, doubted them all.  Also, the sanctity of love, the value of politeness, and the point of existence itself had all been questioned in turn.  What remained was only one certainty, one philosophical peg upon which all the world hung and what kept it from dissolving away on the very worst days: the deliciousness of strawberry milkshakes.  And, if there had been any available for it to snatch up from the back alley of Sugar Cube Corner, the next few months might have turned out quite differently.
        However, Pinkie Pie, having already gotten her strawberry fix for the day by licking off Twilight’s smoothie off her face, deci
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Literature
The Cricketers in the Rye: Chapter 1
By the time 2 o'clock had rolled around without crisis following upon its heels, Twilight Sparkle felt that maybe, just maybe, the rest of the day might go according to schedule as well.  She held her breath for second after thinking so, as if the very thought might bring disaster crashing down around her mane.  Two seconds later, she was shaking her head, chiding herself, "Really Twilight, you have got to stop being so superstitious!"
As cheerily as she resumed her afternoon routine, she couldn't deny that if she had been superstitious, Ponyville would have given her plenty to be superstitious about.  It seemed that something was always on the verge of happening at some conveniently dramatic moment, which would invariably escalate into some huge brouhaha that would set the town on edge for a week, before dying down into a deceptive small-town bucolic peace.  *How in Equestria did small towns get a reputation for being dull?  Most of what I've read suggested
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Literature
The Cricketers in the Rye: Prologue
        Until it opened its collective morning paper on that bright, early summer day, the sporting world of Canterlot was not to know what hit it.  Set in boldface type, above even the perennially popular racing reports, was the sensational account of the greatest scandal to hit the cricket world since the Trottingham club spiked the ginger-beer of the Equestrian National team's lunch on the last day of a hotly-contested set; first noticed when the star batsman attempted to hit at the bowler's volley with a wooden spoon.
        It was nothing short of the discovery that the two premier upper-class Universities, Clopsford and Canterbridge, had secretly arranged to fix their rivalry match at the behest of ponies unknown, speculation centering around a high-stakes betting ring.  The editorials were full of shocked statements written in the stuffiest language possible, all about the "death of sportsponyship" and "the fall of the game into the hooves of the moneygrubbing classes."
       
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Picnics
Picnics, as a rule, should never be planned events.  You should wake up in the morning, discovering that it is a fine day outside.  Sauntering over to the kitchen, you muse upon the fact that, after all, life is too short to spend so much time under planks and shingles, eating your meals of the desiccated corpse of a tree.  Then, you pack your basket, set off for a favored spot, and take your feast al fresco.
So, at any rate, was Conrad's explanation for why he and Zephyre were disembarking about 20 miles from the city limits, at a lakeside park right about where a forest faded into scrub and meadow.  Not that she minded much.
"Aw, thanks Conrad.  I really did need to go hunting pretty soon."  She grinned back at him, her three tails twitching in excitement.  A stray bit of the sun glinted off her elongated fangs, in a way quite literally dazzling, as far as Conrad was concerned.
"You're welcome!  I'
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I saw in my vision a sundial, upon which there stood twenty men, one held down by the rest.  When the shadow of the dial touched the held man, the other nineteen killed him, and his blood spilled down from the surface of the table.  As each drop fell upon the earth, it became bread, water, and metal.  From the bread and water came forth more men, who took the metal to shed more blood.

As I watched, I saw the sacrifices continue, day after day.  Each time the shadow touched the marked point, the blood of a man was shed.  But now, there were more marked points, more sacrifices, but not all the blood of each was shed.  Pieces of men, and not the whole of them, were cut off and butchered.  The blood still flowed down the table, but now there was more metal than was needed to continue the sacrifice, and more men coming forth than needed to be sacrificed.

Men began to take the metal, and build around the tower of the dial new ways of marking time, at first crudely, then with increasing complexity.  The places and times marked for sacrifice remained, and increased, but only the blood, and not the pieces, of men were shed.  As the number of marks increased, the number of men who shed their blood increased, each giving less than the cycle before, although some in each cycle would give more than others.

The men began to live in the clocktower, building it up and decorating the facade, in a progress of growth and beautification that seemed unending.  But as I lingered further in the garden, I noticed an agitation among the men.  Some who lived high in the tower, looking down upon what portion of the stone table left uncovered, had seen the bloodstains, and were agitated.  It was barbaric to live on what was build on a foundation of bloodshed, they said.  Climbing down from the tower, they would pass by men, and knock knives out of their hands, chiding them for being so foolish, so self-destructive as to shed their own blood.

By the time the agitators had come to the bottom of the tower, they could look up and see the blood pouring down the turning gears of the clock, powering and renewing them.  Upon them dawned the realization of how life in the tower was made, and how it had to continue.  This realized, they began to make war upon the tower, smashing every gear they could get their hands on, imprisoning every citizen they could grab within padded chambers so that they could not shed their blood.

I saw the tower list, crack, and fall with a crash; overbalancing the sundial, leaving a wreck of material in which no life was.
A Dream of Time and Sacrifice
First upload on this account for a while.  This was a quick jotting down of a daydream I had, after listening to a couple of long discussions on the subject of sacrifice throughout human history.  I won't venture an interpretation right now; there's a couple of rather controversial notions of mine baked in right now, and this way seemed to be the least antagonistic way of conveying both what I thought, and how intensely I felt it.
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