To know reality, I must feel it To know depravity, I must drown in it To know flesh, I must touch it To know grief, we meet. To know humility, I must bow to it To know fear, I must be it To know sorrow, I must be lost in it To know violence, we embrace. To know weakness, I am broken To know loneliness, I am born To know futility, I am faithless To know freedom, I submit. To know a language, I speak it To know falsehoods, I lie To know truth, I am silent To love, I forgive. 23rd January 2020, Somerset, England.
Today I find no comfort, no solace, no rest. My hatred burns at chosen ignorance. My heart is heavy with disavowal. I detest the emptiness of human enterprise, which has made the world an abode of futile filth. For this I wish no peace, no mercy, no continuation. The lake of fire is a kindness - God is more generous than I. A cursing psalm from England, 10th October 2020.
“Has God not made foolishness of the wisdom of the world?” 1 Corinthians 1:20
Yes indeed! And what an excellent job He has done. Here we are, masked like rabid dogs, falling for fear and division, and bending the collective knee to the most farcical of false narratives. The quicksands of worldly wisdom would have us all slithering blithely into the darkest depths of untruth and wrongness. And yet in the timely spirit of polarisation, the tangle of deceit that has been woven through all sectors of society is becoming increasingly palpable.
It takes more than the burying of one’s head in the sand to ignore what is taking place. It requires the entombment of the entire body of logic, reason and common sense, as well as the abandonment of the organs of feeling and intuition. It seems to me that these choices, made in ignorance, extinguish the loving spark that is present within every individual, the one that invites each one of us to care about what is real and kindle the flame of what is good. Though who am I to say? Perhaps the spark is just placed on standby.
The wonderful unravelling is underway! Last chance to choose Truth. Last chance to get right with God. Last orders at the Fallen Earth Saloon.
“For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God.” Romans 8:18
Hymn to matter – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
"Blessed be you, harsh matter, barren soil, stubborn rock: you who yield only to violence, you who force us to work if we would eat. Blessed be you, perilous matter, violent sea, untameable passion: you who unless we fetter you will devour us. Blessed be you, mighty matter, irresistible march of evolution, reality ever newborn; you who, by constantly shattering our mental categories, force us to go ever further and further in our pursuit of the truth. Blessed be you, universal matter, immeasurable time, boundless ether, triple abyss of stars and atoms and generations: you who by overflowing and dissolving our narrow standards of measurement reveal to us the dimensions of God. Blessed be you, impenetrable matter: you who, interposed between our minds and the world of essences, cause us to languish with the desire to pierce through the seamless veil of phenomena. Blessed be you, mortal matter: you who one day will undergo the process of dissolution within us and will thereby take us forcibly into the very heart of that which exists. Without you, without your onslaughts, without your uprootings of us, we should remain all our lives inert, stagnant, puerile, ignorant both of ourselves and of God. You who batter us and then dress our wounds, you who resist us and yield to us, you who wreck and build, you who shackle and liberate, the sap of our souls, the hand of God, the flesh of Christ: it is you, matter, that I bless." From Hymn to the Universe by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Prepping for end times
Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God”Ephesians 14-18
Because they do not know
If the world hates you, you know that it hated Me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love its own. Yet because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you. Remember the word that I said to you, ‘A servant is not greater than his master.’ If they persecuted Me, they will also persecute you. If they kept My word, they will keep yours also. But all these things they will do to you for My name’s sake, because they do not know Him who sent Me.John 15:18-21
An act of war
I grow tired of the lies - the personal, the protective, the demonic, the divisive. The tangle of deceit is apparent, the diverting fictions cheapen, the debauchery is ever more crude. From the depths of deception there is clarity: every thought turned to truth is an act of war. 4th June 2020, Somerset, England.
In the end, we win
"Do not make My Father’s house a house of merchandise", He said. Perhaps this is why I feel such elation today. Offices stand empty, trading wanes. Footsteps instead tread parks and meadows, the soft green cushion of spring's beginnings making space around hardened hearts. The air is filled with electrical fizz, an effervescence tracing this essential collapse. I am full to the brim with hope, captivated by a rare glow of certainty: in the end, we win. Spring equinox, Somerset, England.