Sunday, December 17, 2017

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Wolviela has crawled out of her den from the hibernation called Grad school. Library school if you must know :) It also helps that I got a source of inspiration to write something.

Yesterday was Martin Luther King’s Day, and unlike most of the general population I had to work, but it was sometime in the evening driving home that I had the most interesting thought and it solidifies that animals are smarter and more intelligent that human beings.

For about the last year I’ve been the parent of a sweet, but stubborn Shiba Inu. Every weekend before he was fully inoculated we faithfully... Read More

España fue una de las cunas del catarismo. Precisamente en España vivieron los últimos Perfectos, la presencia de los cuales creaba la atmósfera de la inefable bondad y del servicio mutuo en el amor. Guilhem Belibaste, el último Perfecto, quemado por los inquisidores, predijo en el 1321 que al pasar 700 años el laurel reverdecería nuevamente. En el siglo XXI, los cielos han considerado llegar el tiempo para que esta profecía se cumpla. El Grial vuelve nuevamente a los que lo buscan. ¡El catarismo está vivo!

La perspectiva y la visión misterios de Juan De San Grial (gran profeta cataro... Read More

“Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” -- Matthew 22:36-40

Christians do few things worse than share the love of Christ and the reality of healing and forgiveness with the sexually-disses among us. That would be the disoriented, the disappointed, the disturbed and the roundly discussed and often... Read More

A blast of frosty air greeted me as I stepped through the doorway and onto the landing of my soon to be prison. The damp darkness of the cement cellar walls enveloped me as my captors forced my descent down the musty stairs. Once at the bottom, a sudden and lingering chill came over my skin when the reality of my fate began to sink in. Brrrr. Did you feel that? Even as I sit here now, safely at home, on my computer, in my stuffy, overly warm office making that up- I don’t feel so stuffy and overly warm any more at all. I can imagine my hand or arm brushing against the cement walls... Read More

I will always be one who looks back. Out of my past, with all its levels of conjured contentedness concealed between cushions of deceit, I draw my emotion. In the losses, I find my determination. In the pain, I uncover energy to search for the truth of healing. In the regret, I discover grace. Out of the stupidity of ill-conceived actions and words, I hunger for wisdom. In the layers of the past, I see the unfolding of the future.

On some days, it is as if I am still stuck back there; on others it is as if I never was. Such is an Odyssey of Grace, a clumsy reconciling of sin and shame... Read More

Christmas fast approaches. Here we are, now in the third week of December. I’m slightly worried; I’m concerned that another tradition may be dying: I’ve yet to see a press article bemoaning the ‘commercialisation’ of the festival, or hear some finger-wagging moralist droning on about how we have all forgotten the ‘true meaning’ of Christmas, meaning the Christian meaning!

There is no scriptural evidence for the date of Christ’s birth. December 25 was alighted on several centuries later because, by happy coincidence, it was a traditionally happy time in the Roman world, the height of... Read More

I take a minute, to look out from the world that is me, to see carefully maintained facades in the all the faces looking back. I understand I am the same, different from what you perceive, disguised in my intentions. I have masks to hide the things that my mind thinks, hiding my brokenness, deceiving you, protecting me. Crafting these masks carefully in the heat of pain, shame polishing the rough edges to a delightful smile, I take cover from you my companion, or you my enemy. These facades have mistakenly become my reality, deceiving myself with this subterfuge, believing my lies. I must... Read More

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