Thurible
A thurible is a metal censer suspended from chains, in which incense is burned during worship services. It is used in Christian churches including the Roman Catholic, Eastern Orthodox, Armenian Apostolic and Oriental Orthodox, as well as in some Lutheran, Old Catholic, and Anglican churches (with its use almost universal amongst Anglo Catholic Anglican churches). In Roman Catholic, Lutheran, and Anglican churches, the altar server who carries the thurible is called the thurifer. The practice is rooted in the earlier traditions of Judaism in the time of the Second Jewish Temple.
Beyond its ecclesiastical use, the thurible is also employed in various other spiritual or ceremonial traditions, including some Gnostic Churches, Freemasonry (especially in the consecration of new lodges), and in Co-Freemasonry. Thuribles are sometimes employed in the practice of ceremonial magic.
The workings of a thurible are quite simple. Each thurible consists of a censer section, chains (typically three or four, although single-chain thuribles also exist), a metal ring around the chains (used to lock the lid of the censer section in place), and usually (although not always) a removable metal crucible in which the burning charcoals are placed. Many thuribles are supplied with a stand, allowing the thurible to be hung safely when still hot, but not in use. Burning charcoal is placed inside the metal censer, either directly into the bowl section, or into a removable crucible if supplied, and incense (of which there are many different varieties) is placed upon the charcoal, where it melts to produce a sweet smelling smoke. This may be done several times during the service as the incense burns quite quickly. Once the incense has been placed on the charcoal the thurible is then closed and used for censing.
Podcasts:
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by Immortal Technique
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by Mr. Pookie
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The Rebel
by: Immortal TechniqueImmortal technique
The Rebel
The Mic planet Sessions
Written by: Kyle K
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Yea, yea, immortal technique (you know)...Harlem to South Africa
(this is how it goes) for the head warmers, y'know wut I mean.this is
for my peoples.insomniac I can't sleep (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo,
ayo (yea)
Im a rebel that'll fire missles at red dawn
but before I issue the order to send bombs,
I want presidential money like execs at n'ron
and goldiggin porn chicks for me to spend on
But Im'a only pay for 1 night stay at the Ritz
I wont even get you a towel when I spray on your tits,
Im not a misogynist I just like it when gurls are
massagin this so pop shit
And Im'a smoke you and your bitch momz
Im ambidextrist the microphone cause switch palms
Immortal Technique phsychotic nigga to spit calm
misinterpreted by the media like Islaam
I love the underground but not enuough chicks in a thong
what the f**k how could beautiful women be wrong?
Tech load clips like they were hits from the bong
that was supposed to be the end of the song
but its not the freestyle got me stuck in the zone
I cant stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot
But Im'a shoot down the propaganda stuck in your brain
like the military did to the fourth terrorist plain
that was ill but shut the f**k up and let me explain
what good is fame and flossan
when you stuck in a coffin?
and who the f**k you gonna run to when i make you an orphan?
Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could never be
ghetto engineered sickness without a remedy
my heart pumps nitro-glyceran and hennessey twisted chemistry
Cry blood and i bleed venom
never subliminal clear with the message im sending
bending the space-time continuum
Just to get to you
and blast you so hard itll kill the person next to you
So in retrospect remember and dont f**kin forget
yall are walkin dead people yall just dont know it yet!
Yea... yea nigga.its on... you know wut time it is.
im out... harlem nigga... this is for all the devils.