Philothei
Saint Philothei née Revoula Benizelos, (also known as Philotheia or Philothea) (Greek: Άγια Φιλοθέη) (1522 - 1589) was a Greek martyr and saint from Ottoman-era Greece.
Life
Philothei was born in Athens in 1522 to an illustrious and wealthy family. Her parents were Angelo and Syrigi Benizelos. They had no children, but after fervent prayer her mother gave birth to a daughter whom they named Revoula, her birth name. Against her will, she was married at the age of 14 to the noble Andrea Chila, who mistreated her. When he died in 1539, she was only 17, beautiful and wealthy and her parents insisted that she get remarried. Instead, she remained at home, spending much of her time in prayer. The family wealth gave her the opportunity for charitable work, and while still a young woman she had gained the respect and love of the community.
When her parents died in 1549, Philothei found herself the owner of extensive holdings. She took up the monastic life and around 1551, establishing a women's monastery under the patronage of St. Andrew. She took the name Philothei. There the young nuns taught handiwork, weaving, housekeeping and cooking. In this way, she prepared the young women who came to her for the domestic life.
Podcasts:
-
by Marilyn Manson
-
by D12
-
by Otep
-
by Hatebreed
-
by Dir En Grey
-
by Nothingface
-
by Waco Jesus
-
by Zero Cipher
-
by Stephen Speaks
-
by Model American
-
by Coronas
Filth
by: Marilyn MansonYou bite the tin foil they give you
Your P.N.O.Y. mind is entombed
You are amused by your confusion
Staple your face to mine if you're afraid to be alone
I'll mail you razor blades for Christmas
If you're so disgusted then leave the wicked way
You are confused by your amusement
The hypocrite will be the first to see the filth
You want to look like me
(You want to look like)
You want to live like me
(You want to live like)
You want to live like me
(You want to live like)
You want to look like me
(You want to look like)
It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain
It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain
This won't hurt...
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
Don't you try to touch me
You're no different from what you see
Don't you try to touch me
You're just as filthy as filth can be
Like a pinata you crack open
Your candy guts cascade in rainbow
You decay in your own containment
the sweetest insides are all coated with their filth
It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain
It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
Don't you try to touch me
You're no different from what you see
Don't you try to touch me
You're just as filthy as filth can be