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“Deborah, the Judge, who lived in the 12th century B.C.E., learned the secret of making light as a young girl. This midrash is inspired by the question: “What does ‘woman of Lappidot’ mean?” Some say Deborah was the wife of a man called Lappidot; others say it refers to Deborah in her glory as a “woman of flames.” The following is based on the Book of Judges, where it is written, “And Deborah, a prophetess, woman of Lappidot, judged Israel at that time.”
DEBORAH, WOMAN OF FLAMES
When Deborah was a young girl, she already knew that God intended her to do special things for her people. But she had no idea what they were to be. When she wasn’t helping her mother, she went searching for her mission in life.
Of all places she went to look, the marketplace was best. The musty, sweet and tangy smells, the vendors trying to out-shout each other, the people pushing and shoving to find the best buys—all this thrilled her with the promise of unexpected happenings.
One day, in a far corner of the marketplace, in a dilapidated stall, she saw an old woman.
Clad in drab rags, the woman sat on a stool with yards of hemp at her feet. She was making wicks for the lamps in the Holy Temple. As she moved her hands, the hemp seemed to leap and dance between her fingers, turning into strands of light. Deborah’s heart leaped too, and she thought, “If only I could learn to make light as this woman does, I am sure my purpose in life would be fulfilled.
The old woman agreed to teach Deborah how to make wicks for the lamps in the Holy Temple. The work would be hard, Deborah was warned.
But Deborah persisted. At first the wicks she made barely cast any light at all.
Instructing her, the old woman said, “You must allow the light inside your spirit to flow through your fingers and into the hemp itself.”
“But how?” Deborah wanted to know.
“When you weave your wick, think of words of Torah, for they carry much light inside them,” replied the old woman.
Deborah made ready to weave. She closed her eyes and thought of words which echoed the need of the time, a prayer for peace, hiney ma tov u-mah nayim shevet achim gam yachad.
She fixed her mind on these words until, like ripe pods, they burst forth with light. Pulsing within her and radiating out to her hands and fingers, the light grew in strength and brightness.
The wicks she made then were stronger than the previous ones. The strands appeared to vibrate as if they were the stems of the living plants from which they had sprung. When the old woman touched fire to the wick, the light burned brilliantly, filling the stall in which they sat.
Now that Deborah had mastered this step, she was ready to move on to the next.
She was told, “This time as you weave your wicks, open yourself to the light of God which is all around and has been since the Creation.”
“But how?” Deborah wanted to know.
“Close your eyes and let your mind rest until it becomes as quiet as a pool of oil about to be sparked by God. Thoughts and worries will enter your mind and you wil] feel unequal to the task of bringing peace to your people. You will think of the factions within the tribes, of the strife which beleaguers the nation from within and from without. You will doubt your own abilities to do anything about this. But you will overcome these thoughts and rise above them.”
Everything the old woman said came true. As soon as Deborah closed her eyes, she was plagued by thoughts of an insidious nature. She questioned how she would ever be able to conquer all those doubts and become a vessel for divine light.
She trained her mind on "hiney mah tov” again, this time considering the deeper meaning of the words. A calm and a strength flowed from them. She became one with the light permeating the words, until it seemed the entire marketplace and the world beyond were illuminated. As Deborah allowed her hands to do their familiar dance of hemp weaving, the light gathered strength, travelling from her heart throughout her entire body, unleashing the emotion and power she had stored within. Lights of gold and silver and pure white emanated from her and surrounded her as if she, herself, were a flame.
This time the wick was perfect, glowing before fire ever touched it. The old woman looked at Deborah and said, “You have learned all that I have to teach you. Now you will be called a “Woman of Flames.” You know the secret of making splendid lights for the Holy Temple. Let the light inside you illuminate all you do. Let the light bring your vision of peace into being ” Indeed Deborah’s light continued to grow as she did. Deborah became a woman of importance, a prophetess, a woman of flames. She judged Israel in ancient days, bringing peace to her people and her land.”
- pg 33-35, Miriam’s Well by Penina V. Adelman
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* Knocking at your door *
Can your Tav please come outside and play with my Tav?
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Please? 🙏
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Tavs of judasiskariot/bhaalbattlebeerbard
Devorah
My third tav (durge run)
Quick Facts:
Race: Drow
Class: Bard (Lore bard)
Instrument: Flute
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Scent/Perfume: Jasmine, white tea, pink grapefruit, vanilla, rosé magnolia, pink hibiscus, guava
Hair: White with changing coloured highlights
Eyes: demonic white
Tattoo: colour changing plant ranks on her neck and face
Skin: light lichen
Romance: Astarion + Halsin + Gale (She choose broken hearted Astarion over Gale, but can’t stop thinking about Gale and if he would give them another shot)
Pros & Cons, characterisation:
- Real Dress Up Darling Doll
- Likes to dye her hair and change the appearance of her look
- Looking good is often more important to her than stats
- Likes slutty outfits and has no problem with nudity
- Chaotic evil and good (redeemed durge)
- Likes to flirt; Is always up for a sexy time with everyone
- Barcus awakened a gnome fetish in her, because as drow a man never was mean to her and since he was the first one to ever so “No” to her with his “I would kiss you but I don’t want to do that to either of us” and too many drinks at the Tiefling party she decided drunk that it is her goal to kiss him (but she did not find the guts to do it so far) So this drunken night left some gnome fetish in her; the meaner and repellent they are, the more she wants them
- Silly little goose
- Goblin supporter, she absolutely loves them
- Not the best fighter, not the best with spells, but she really tries her best and will never let you down
- Want to be friends with Rolan and most people in general
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Devorah ~💚 a doodle turned full drawing
The original sketch was done after an 8 hour car trip on the way home from vacation. I thought about it on the way home and NEEDED to finish it
And the cleaned up sketch cause DAMN the hips
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¿No es mucho mejor ser una mujer malvada?
Pensaba que iba a ser otro más de reencarnación/transmigración pero me sorprendió la actitud de la protagonista intentando no salirse demasiado del papel que le corresponde cuando es todo lo contrario. Intenta ser mala pero en ocasiones se tiene que esforzar tanto como si estuviera corriendo un maratón.
Género(s): Comedia, fantasía, romance, transmigración
Historia: Nuestra protagonista reencarna en una novela después de morir en un trágico accidente (camión-kun) y entra en el cuerpo de Devorah Seymour, una mujer bastante malvada. Hasta ahí nada que destacar, el problema es que ella originalmente es una persona buena, demasiado buena e ingenua en ocasiones (la gente hasta se aprovechaba de su amabilidad) e interpretar el papel de una villana no es que le resulte fácil.
No sólo eso, sino que forma parte de una familia de magos en donde ella, pues no tiene ningún talento, pero gracias a sus conocimientos matemáticos hará brillar su propio talento… si es que le dejan, porque la mala fama que arrastra Devorah no es que ayude demasiado.
Estado actual: Abierto.
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Their name is Devorah. They can and will kill you in three seconds. I’m lying, they’ve never killed anyone. They’re a scientist who gets kidnapped just as often as Princess Peach does. They say hi.
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Kasey and Belle’s Demon Lord Landlady, Devorah. Age 4k. You ever watch “So I’m A Spider, So What?” I’m thinking Devorah’s backstory be somewhat like Kumoko’s. A little Demon Lizard that evolved and Leveled up into a Hot Demon Lord Lady. In her 4th form, she fought a Demon Lord, ate her merged with her and took over. Said demon can be one of the more evil ones who wronged Devorah and her friend in a way that led there. I’d imagine her personality would be a combination of hers and the Demon Lord she ate and absorbed. And after fixing the problems of her planet, she somehow finds out about other planets in the universe and goes about extending her rule to other planets. Including Earth. Because Earth could use her to fix things. Devorah is a great leader, snarky, outgoing, cool headed, witty, loving and caring, flirty, compassionate, slightly egotistical, a mix of chill and energetic and determined to rule and fix societies.
