From the earliest times, mythical demons have inhabited all faiths and religions but Christianity really grasped the nettle whole-heartedly, with various writers recording ever-more elaborate inhabitants of Hell and going to great lengths to explain their roles and where specifically they resided. The Spanish Franciscan Catholic Bishop, Alphonso de Spina, recorded in 1467 that demons could be classified in the following ways:
Demons of fate
Goblins
Incubi and succubi
Wandering groups or armies of demons
Familiars
Drudes
Cambions and other demons that are born from the union of a demon with a human being.
Liar and mischievous demons
Demons that attack the saints
Demons that try to induce old women to attend Witches’ Sabbaths
A hundred years later, Peter Binsfield, a German bishop, honed these vague categories and aligned them to the seven deadly sins, hence, the seven princes of Hell looked like this:
I have visited St. Peter’s basilica four times now and I have discovered new things every time. There is just so much to see in this single basilica. That’s why it is a good idea to prepare your visit, so that you won’t regret not seeing a part of the basilica that you wish you had seen. Here is a list of things you should consider when you are planning to visit St. Peter’s Basilica.
Opening hours and masses When you are deciding when to visit the basilica, look up what the opening hours are and when the masses are. No one wants to end up finally getting to the basilica and finding out it is closed for the rest of the day, especially if your time in Rome is limited. If you’re planning to climb the dome or to visit the Vatican grottoes as well, you should also look into…
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I do not believe this because too often I have looked into the mirror and saw my personal horrors reflected back at me. Sadly, no one ever cared or my eyes never showed the horrors of my life. Somehow, I always magically was able to hide all of the pain and despair I was hiding deep within the darkest deepest recess of my heart. Even to this day no one can see how much pain I hold within me. Honestly, I really wonder if I want someone to be able to see that part of me on their own. The thought of someone being able to see my soul terrifies me. There are things buried there that are probably best left buried. On the other hand, how can I ever reveal my truth in order to help others if I…
Ellie Goulding is the Musical Pride of Herefordshire! She has arisen to astronomical success and her music goes from strength to strength. She’s living the Rockstar’s life and is an eclectic talent from the early days of her folksy debut album Lights to her recent electronica album Delirium. She also likes poetry and it even inspires her song-writing: “I like dark, funny, humorous stuff. I read a few books of poems, Staying Alive, a compilation of poems that are really real and raw, and quite explicit, so I use those.”
A personal favourite track is “The Writer” as it sounds quite artsy. It takes me back to Summer 2010, a time in my life where I appeared to have it all, law school, friends and I was dating someone but my Bohemian longings were stirring and little did I know that following Autumn the seeds of Bohemia were being scattered….
“The Writer”
You wait for a silence
I wait for a word
Lying next to your frame
Girl unobserved
You change your position
And you’re changing me
Casting these shadows
Where they shouldn’t beWe’re interrupted
By the heat of the sun
Trying to prevent
What’s already begun
You’re just a body
I can smell your skin
And when I feel it
You’re wearing thinBut I’ve got a plan
Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
‘Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?Sat on your sofa
It’s all broken springs
This isn’t the place for
Those violin strings
I try out a smile
And I aim it at you
You must have missed it
You always doBut I’ve got a plan
Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
‘Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?
You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted
You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted
You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted
You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
‘Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?
Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
‘Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?
Opening hours and masses
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