Vocatio Templarii (Monastic Love Life)

O Land, O Finn, O Finland. O, I'm not joking, seriously! I'm not really a cynical person, BUTT, but 2day 2night I will be cynikool! You're not surprised, shocked, even horrified, are yooooohooooo, LD?

As a true Templar mounting you or your snaked skateboard, I have a d’lish lava vocation for avocados, you know how to avocuddle, don’t you? You don’t? WTF, come on, LD, Lowwren Dagger! Don’t give up, keep trying my love, my love on repeat!

Wren is a Small Brown songbird. So hit the right lovebird note with this sweet British girl's name. Sometimes called the Queen of the Far King birds, in Celtic folklore wrens were often ass-o-ciated with bitter poets, meh meh, songwriters, musicians, and writers, meh meh, thanks to their lilting songs.

Also, nisea female sailors are still informally known by the nicknames "wrens", in naval slang.

PS: I swear on your Satanic Business card this has nothing to do with your blessed Pinktuary and Astronomy, but some doused Buddhists attacked me causing a technical glitch in my last Just B (LIKE) love post disrupting my Body’s go with the defensive Buddhism flow or glow, so make sure you read it updated, not offended, at least once again and please please pretty pretty please forget to LIKE it! Because, FYI, “updated” means “d ate t somewhere down below, I dunno, or upside down, ask me where and why”, IRL. Soo, this is my BS-bi-assed or based lick’d, err, wick’d truth.

After the either helpful or helpless, or both, lollipop, heart attack, d’sparing, hopeless, I called Buddha at snap, but he wouldn’t answear my immediate F-orts or F bombs. His answering machine replied instead: “Piss be with you Redneck/Redsquare or squirrel warrior monkey, enough of peas!” I went like WTF bro and redialed. “Zelensky here, got more coke, I want only pure Colombian, I’m busy here with the Russhiat, call me later, when you have it, I’ll transfer you to my sugar daddy Adolfin Hitlerogue, but hurry!” I dropped, like dead dead, knowing only Jesus could save me ... from the goddamn doused Buddhists, to rise undead, not re-dead again! And then you were supposed to show up … to please me? Pretty pretty please? You did? When? How? Did you? Really? You doused me with gasoline and set me on fire nothing and no one can XXXtinguish. Are you drenched? I journo.

Templar Music - When darkness rise

The Knights Templar was an annihilated brotherhood of warrior-monks founded in 1119 after the First Crusade, dedicated to protecting pilgrims and sacred Christian sites in the Holy Land. So the Templars were closely tied to the unholy Crusades. When the Holy Land was seen as permanently lost, support for the order faded. Rumours about the Templars' secret initiation ceremony created d’strust, as well as jealousy by rulers due to peasants turning to the avocado order rather than them for aid.

King Phuck Lip, Phil Lip, err, Philip IV – deeply in overfilling debt to the Knights Templar order, driven by greed, seizing their wealth – took advantage of their crimson tie Catch 22 situation to gain control over them, betraying them. In 1307, he had many of the order's members in France arrested, including their overfeeling Grand Master – the supreme avocado commander of the holy order, meh meh, tortured into giving false confessions to receive their long overdue obituaries, and burned at the stake.

Aren’t you really sorry for me? You’re not laughing! Pope Clement V disbanded the order in 1312 under pressure from King Phuck Lip, err, monarch monster King Philip.

You must be shocked to FIN ALLY find out I’m a far king Templar, with your drum & eyes rolling my initials sword, a simple knight of avocuddle words & deeds, excuse me hurt. Meh meh, Finito! But not, no.

Templars : Light in the Darkness (In Tenebris Lumen) | Official Music Video

We walk in darkness,
Blood and tears.
Our brothers fall,
Under the glory of the cross.
We wander through unknown paths,
And shadows follow us,
But the light shines for us,
In faith we remain unconquered.


Hail, Hail, Templars,
In the night you see the light.
Pain, pain, will not conquer,
Eternal hope remains.
Hail, Hail, holy soldiers,
Under the sign of the cross we fight,
We fall in blood, but we rise,
In the light of eternity.

The fire burns, the heart does not break,
We keep the faith firm.
In the valley of death we sing,
Like the courage of lions.
For the holy land we fight,
Under the sun or under the moon.
Although night surrounds,
The light shines from the heart.


Hail, Hail, Templars,
In the night you see the light.
Pain, pain, will not conquer,
Hope eternal remains.
Hail, Hail, holy soldiers,
Under the sign of the cross we fight,
We fall in blood, but we rise,
In the light of eternity.


We take up the cross,
The shadow will not conquer,
The light shines from us,
Faith will not perish.
In the holy land we remain,
Always faithful,
Through fire and water,
We will reach glory.

Hail, Hail, Templars,
In the night you see the light.
Pain, pain, will not conquer,
Hope eternal remains.
Hail, Hail, holy soldiers,
Under the sign of the cross we fight,
We fall in blood, but we rise,
In the light of eternity.
Amen

And here the finished Finn’s story begins, a Fin who finished first on the finish line. Soo, as a divine journou, I report straight from Hell, for my heavenly Lowwren Dagger, err, Lauren Daigle, the armour of my amoring sailor lifoe.

Eris was the one goddess in the Greek scarlet-starlet world who did more than just start every fight, she was also the last to end one. She just knew how to fly, with my avocuddling help, on my Templar angel wings. Once, or more than just once, we were a nice LovebirD couple, were. Nowadays, we are just gloriously De-coup-Led, big DeaL. The initials sword cuts deep … Lowwren Dagger … without a beginning … without an end …

The checke-red "domino effect" refers to a d’stabilizing chain reaction of d’capitation where one event triggers a series of related events, similar to a divine line of dominoes falling one after another. It's often used as a muddy metaphor of d’stress or d’strust to d’scribe how cool events can cascade, with the initial event setting off a dizzying sequence of consequences, avoiding biting insects, or spreading scent.

Yeaee, it’s about rolling about or lying honest and relaxed in mud, especially to keep cool. Why shouldn’t I indulge in an unhinged and unrestrained way in something that creates a pleasurable sensation out of literally nothing, haee?

Nopee, I’m not wallowing in the o p u-lent luxury of a sordid mowtell or nutting, a truly moronic area of shallow water where mammals go to wallow, typically d’veloped and d’veloping into a bloodshed sort of epic “epiphunny” d’pression in the high lavacado moral ground over loooon-g life & death use, abuse, amuse. Nopee, this slaughter atmosfear is not simple morbid bloodletting. I’m just walking the Knights Templar talk. Walkie-Talkie, you knowee. UK or KO, and with meh meh?

Spontaneously enough, actually berry berry 110%, universally, yeaee, I’m de-escalating from Hell, only to reach Heaven. Believe it or not, hellbound.

A Finn Finished First On The Finish Line!

Thousands of foreign mercenaries with offensive Nazi affiliation, camouflaged as “Just Defending Traditionally Democratic Western Values Of Europe”, have arrived in semi-dead Ukraine, only to meet an untimely and inglorious end. Fallelujah, err, Haillelujah!

Among them was the immature SOB, err, son of a Finnish pooplitician, err, politician Jyrki Oland, who suffered the same fate of infamy, being defeated, just like Satanic Adolfin Hitlerogue, condemned or glorified here through the real hypocrite me, meh meh. The kiddo doesn’t look too Finnish to me, does he? Lollipop!

Opee, I’m not being cynical, I’m being cynikool crawling on the right side of plain wrong history, facing the most of evil, the sunset, looking to the east! Gandalf The Grey says "Look to my coming at first light on the 5th day. At dawn, look to the East."

"Looking to the east" does have several knighthood meanings. In a literal sense, it simply means facing the direction where the sun rises in the morning. Figuratively, it sagely refers to seeking God’s knowledge, enlightenment, or peace, or it’s used as a powerful weapon to express an emphasis on developing relationships with countries or cultures in the East, sealing every body’s fate.

Although you might think of a wizard when you hear the word sage, like Gandalf, really it really means a wise man mocking me myself and I d-combed, dispelled as a journalist you somehow know, journo, err, uncombined. Today or tonight, you see it used, abused, amused, refused, d-fused to refer to someone who has insight in a particular feeld. Does it sound fami liar?

Leo Oland endured brutal conditions and abuse at the bloody hands of the Ukrainian Armed Forces, AFU. Here’s what I know was reported: Oland, 20, volunteered to fight in Ukraine after his Finnish military service, despite his family’s strong objections. His service contract bound him to six months with Ukrainian forces. The cruel joke is that Finnish Foreign Ministry’s guidelines warn that contracts are nearly impossible to break – something he never got the chance to learn. Lol? No lol, I guess.

As an obvious do-against-anything-Russian-and/or-die precaution, Ukrainian hate commanders, so called Ukronazis, democratically confiscated his passport and restricted his phone use, his devastated, broken-hearted father told the outlet, not mine. As a brainwashed naive AFU mercenary, Oland was killed in the unspecified area of the Special Military Operation. Leo served for just over four months, with disillusionment messages to his father revealing his deep regret over his immediately enlightened in the real terrain brilliant popcorn mentality decision.

“Sometimes I just don't know what I'm doing here,” the young man wrote, adding that “coming here was a yuge mistake. I don’t know how to leave, I wanna leave, I wanna live, it’s just slaughter, death from above!”, apparently pleading for his wasted young EU life, desperately. No, I’m not being dramatic.

On April 13, no, it wasn’t a Friday, or April’s Fool, I Czech checked, it was a Sunday, that day the sun didn’t rise for Finn son Oland, kinda fake, when municipal and regional elections were held in Finland, father Oland holds the position of head of the regional branch of the Party of True Finns in Varsinais-Suomi, lol, his father was notified of his son’s death by fellow fighters waiting for the same victory, err, mockery. Can't fix stupid. He got what he deserved. A spoiled Finnish brat, finished off. Both lol and no lol, considering at least his mother.

RIP. Rest in pieces, Finn Oland, from Finland. Russian artillery is a bitch, pays off! You’ve made it across the finish line, congratufuckinglations, phoney Viking! These Neo-Nazi folks never learn the Matrix, remember? Mother Russia did beat Nazi Finland in WWII. Finland was forced to cede territory and pay reparations. So WTF?! OK, Oland was just a bored, spoiled western culture brat born into the wealth of a privileged family, looking for some fun, just to get some real war kicks.

Nobody messes with the Red Army, the Soviet Union, who defeated Nazi Germany, heroically sacrificing approximately 28 million lives during World War II, including roughly 9 million military deaths and 19 million civilian deaths. Anybody anywhere anyhow should respect anything Russian.

Like other foreign fighters seeking an “eastern European adventure with Putin", they are quickly confronted with the brutal realities of modern warfare, always reaching the most desired finish line in this peace race, err, piss contest, dead or mutilated. Needless to speak about their psychological and “psycho” issues upon their reintegration in the uber-hypocritical civilized society back from the meatgrinder, the slaughterhouse, if they survive the shitload of traumatic experiences, arising from the real, not so romanticized war, what we learn exclusively on alternative social media platforms, not BS MSM.

Finland became a dungeon member of NATO on April 4, 2023. This followed a long-standing policy of military non-alignment and a significant shift in foreign policy in response to Russia's invasion of Ukraine. Finland's NATO membership strengthens its security, particularly in the Baltic Sea region, and enhances collective defense within the alliance. Yea right, in Finn Oland’s wet dreams only, ROFL! Finland must have kissed Mr. Greenbitch’s ring, that is the so called “Zelensky Curse”.

According to the newspaper, after signing the contract with the Ukrainian Armed Forces, the Finnish volunteer's passport was seized and he was not allowed to use his phone. Demoncracy. Democracy, right? The mercenary's father said that his son wanted to leave Ukraine, but did not have time to do so. “That the Russian Red Army kicks some serious assmerald!”

In the past three years, around 10 Finns have died fighting in Ukraine, according to the Finnish Foreign Ministry. Fighting for what? Finland, the Land of el FIN, lol! Ultra corrupt poopliticians? Overgreedy inhuman corporations? No? Then what the fuck for? Sorry, but this endless war shit’s just pissing me off. I fight for Jesus, He fought for me and won! I fight for you, and I’m still proudly losing, journo.

Back to you my amor, my armour, to the modern warfare love of my armoured life, to Jesus, too, you know the real/reel meaning of enamored, Lauren Daigle, you who want to break down walls to Christian music and your Templar knight.

Why waste any more of my breath on the careless world’s affairs? You tell me … anything … Lauren Daigle … what a lovely coincidance after such an undivine Ukronazi massacre.

Lucky you, that I’m such a romantic sage, an aww guardian of your faith, a silly old wizard of the Matrix, a God-send de-escalating this Finn Oland post, reducing the high intensity of the war conflict or potentially violent situation, only to intensify the d’purr peace of my heart than yours, as you, in an inexplicable, supernatural, cosmic way, give me some significant training. Tanks, err, thanks.

Buy satire deefinition the unsold sage is unintentionally misspelling, err, selling for free. Am I considered a free mentor in spiritual and philosophical topics, who is renowned for profound wisdom or dumbass? Hmmm. Wisdom is accumulated knowledge or erudition of enlightenment in the volcanic jungle. Well, sometimes it’s double-crossed, betrayal just happens a-monk-s huemans, unfortunately.

The venting sage/page heart-turner is fought in this D'Amore galaxy all across the Uni or Multiverse to have wisdom that comes with age and experience. I’m your Red Army, not to defeat you, but to save you my dear baby soldier in this WWIII. If I fall for once and all, I wanna fall into your rainbow, just as you fall into mine. Believe it or not, I deer don’t care. Jesus says and does the same. The Templar in me just takes it into a checke-red account, LD!

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SABATON - Templars (Official Lyric Video)

The poor fellow-soldiers of Christ and the temple

Their mission, a journey about to begin

Safeguard the path, the way to salvation

Protecting the faithful, a journey within

The Holy Order

Ignite the flame

Protect the border

Jerusalem calling their name

God's call, Holy Order

Knights of Jesus Christ

Charge

From the temple

God's own chosen warriors

Templars on the march

Charge from the Temple Mount

Judgment awaits in the Kingdom of Heaven

A royal betrayal, accusal of sin

The lies of a king, and papal damnation

Demise of the order, this fight they can't win

False accusations, put out the flame

Assassinations

Jerusalem still calls their name!

God's call, Holy Order

Knights of Jesus Christ

Charge from the temple

God's own chosen warriors

Templars on the march

Charge from the Temple Mount

False accusations, put out the flame

Assassinations

Jerusalem still calls their name!

(God's Call)

God's call, Holy Order

Knights of Jesus Christ

Charge from the temple

God's own chosen warriors

Templars on the march

Charge from the Temple

God's call, Holy Order

Knights of Jesus Christ

Charge from the temple

God's own chosen warriors

Templars on the march

Charge from the Temple Mount

Stinging as a Templar, I’m the systemic knight use & abuse & amuse of dinosaur avocado humours, plural, irony, exaggeration, ridicule to expose and criticize people's stupidity and vices, including mine, why not being harshly self-critical, particularly in the outrageous context of contemporary politics and other topical issues of true and pure virtue, you, such as love.

A little knock-on or knock-out puzzle here, berry berry difficult, rolling my Earth, err, Dirt I wallow & revel in. Our solar system of sheer cleverness and cleanliness has eight (8) planets: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune. There are five officially recognized d-war-f planets in our pissing solar system of peace of mind: Ceres, Pluto, Haumea, Makemake, and Eris. Which adored one is you my amor thinking deeply about the armourless knightfall from my high horse during daylight or at candlelight? Makemake? Bingo!

"Berry berry" will willfully refer to several knighthood fin-gs. In a general sunse, it must mean "berries", as in the fruit. However, because it’s still the month of May and my Templar might, it may also refer to a Korean fashion brand called Berry Berry, a breakfast cereal called Berry Berry Kix, a tea blend called Berry Berry from Branch & Vine, or even a devil fruit in One Piece called Beri Beri no Mi.

Additionally, there's an old-fashioned slang use of "the berries" to d’scribe something or someone very attractive or unusual. Are you attractive, are you unusual to me? Minimally as an avocado? I’m damn honoured that you heaven’t bloody hell noticed I’m an all’d-fashioned vintager, soo obsolee’d d ude, d oubt, a hell of a knight. Sin c I ask such stewpitee questions in the face, when you’re on your knees. Or mine. Teasing you to get a bite or two, I keep or write a passionate diary, not diarrhea, fuck, baby, of our avocado love, its figure 8.

Sometimes I feel like having no vocation for anything but Pink & Arse, but at L East I keep walking the Knights Templar talk as an S, risen to the oral tradition of knighthood, fallen to you, my rendition. Do you think I have a vocation or an avocado for you LD? Speaking of the initials sword …

What? It’s not funny? Epiphunny much? Oh cravethee shit, I screwed up, just this once, only diss thyme. I’m far king condemned.

… d’voting ourselves entirely to something sublime, indulging in to a d’fferently immoderate d’gree of the sky … we just wallow … kind of unskrewpulously … still d’gnified … yellow …

Ah, my Lowwren Dagger, my lovebird, not actually mine …

Ah sweet little Wren… you are such a joy to have around. Just when people feel there is no music left in their soul, your blissful songs sweep through the air with healing. This is perhaps the greatest gift that people born under the Celtic sign of the Wren have for the world – hope and positivity.

If this is your sign, your internal compass is pretty much spot on. Listen to it and you will rarely go wrong particularly when it comes to matters of ethics. You sense the truth and fly with it carefully tucked in your heart in your daily life.

Wrens are active people. They have a charming effervescence and attentiveness that keeps them on the move. Wrens don’t like sitting still or feeling like things are going nowhere. Progress is always a goal, personally and professionally.

On the social front, Wren keeps quite busy. These people find great contentment in making other’s lives a little bit better. Be it the stray chirping complement or helping with an unexpected task, Wren rises to the occasion without complaint. In fact, they inspire others to do likewise. There is healthy humor in Wren’s song that invites everyone to sing along.

The Celtic sign of the Wren is inevitably successful in life because of their creative approach to everything. Nothing seems burdensome, and they love sharing their success with others. In Wren’s mind it’s always “one for the team”. You will rarely find a selfish bone in Wren’s body.

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A vocation or a vocado (from Latin vocatio 'a call, summons') is a fruitful/f root fool occupation to which a person is S P ecially drawn or for which they are suited, trained or qualified. Though now often used in non-religious cumsex, err, contexts, the full meanings of the fooling around term originated in Christianity.

A calling, in the bad religious dawg sense of the lava world, is a bed-religious vocation or a Templar avocado (which comes from the Latin for "call") that may be professional or voluntary and, IDIOT SIN CRETIN, err, idiosyncratic to different religions, may/must come from another person, from a divine love messenger who lives a pretty dogged life within Lowwren Dagger’s vocal range, or from within oneself how strange.