THE WORDS OF MY HEART TODAY. Will you say them with me? Can I get an “Amen!”?
THE PHOTO ACCOMPANYING THESE WORDS is of an icon hand-painted on wood by a Greek Orthodox monk which depicts George slaying the dragon. This precious icon is placed near where I sit when writing, so as to inspire and encourage me in the formation of my words. It really represents the Archangel Michael battling against the fallen, apostate Archangel Satan, who is depicted symbolically as a dragon in an account of that battle in chapter 12 of the prophetic Book of Revelation, which was written over nineteen-hundred years ago on the Greek island of Patmos, which is about 300 kilometers (190 miles) from where I am sitting right now in Athens, Greece, as I write these words. I have that icon near me as a symbolic reminder that the angels and I do battle against just the kind of empty darkness which so many people ignorantly celebrate today.Read the rest of this entry »
My first thoughts on awaking this morning. Existence becomes more surrealistic each day — as if one is living in a revealing dream sequence. Oh, wait…
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📕 MAYBE PEOPLE MORE READILY READ 📘 these text-based images than full-blown articles. It’s fun to put them together. Believe me, I could have written a massively longer article on this gorgeous subject. But, for now, here’s the soundbite precis of it… 🙏
IT IS THE YEAR 1849. Harold Thimbleby was the owner of a little bookshop called “The Ardent Bookworm”, which nestled itself in a tiny ginnel in the city of London. One day, he received a letter from a Miss Elizabeth Jane Hargreaves of Liverpool asking if he stocked a certain edition of Jonathan Swift’s “Gulliver’s Travels”. It is a straightforward letter of request, such as he had received many times before. But as he reached the foot of the page, something about her signature caught his eye. Not only did the flourish of the final “s” tell him that the writer is left-handed but also the entire tenor of the letter — listening to the music behind her words and closely observing her style of writing — seemed to imply a certain delicate yearning which spoke deeply to his soul. As he took up his plume to pen his usual reply to corresponding clients, his head was strangely spinning, and an unmistakable feeling of impending destiny took hold of him. The entire incident was thickly swathed in déjà vu. He affirmed to her that he did indeed have the book while, at the same time, he took the liberty to (as he put it) “also recommend another book by a certain Ellis Bell, entitled ‘Wuthering Heights’, which will enable the perfect fulfilment of the longing expressed in your letter of request to me”.Read the rest of this entry »
Been making even more of these… 😉
I’VE BEEN MAKING THESE IMAGES AGAIN. Not a ‘meme’, strictly speaking; but consider it a prose poem, if you will. It is our solemn duty to free ourselves of such traits of character. That is what self-awareness is all about. I am referring in the post to those who exhibit any one (or more) of those traits as an unchanging part of their character. As far as I am concerned, anyone who habitually emits such destructive behaviour has no place anywhere near my inner circle. Anyone who puts up with that will inevitably find Read the rest of this entry »