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| Delight | 4:02pm tuesday, 26th august |
| Once when I was in the Black Iron Prison, I looked into the poster I had of the Garden of Delights, by Hieronymous Bosch, into the third panel, entitled, “Hell”; I looked into the face of the Tree Man, who looks back at you from the center of that panel:    
...and it clicked, or more acurately, slid into place, that This was where I was. And I would think later, that I actually had been in one of the rooms in the building in the far back of that image....
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| Standland | 3:42am monday, 18th august |
Reflection put in a request for what’s going on in Standland a little while ago, so here. The biggest news is that I bought a really expensive domain name, having to do with my great interest in the War in Heaven. I had to have it though. Right now I got a thing or two I just randomly assembled on it but the possibilities are through the roof. Of course, my published book and my new book I'm working on deal a lot with the War, so yeah. Other than that, got about 110 pages double spaced of the mentioned new book, so I’m past halfway. The only question I have right now is, “How am I blowing through $8K+ per month?!?” It’s ridiculous. I don’t even have a crazy stripper girlfriend. Maybe I should block Amazon and eBay; that should about do it. And occasionally Etsy. But then that would drive me insane. And having money. Usually not a good combo. But anyway.
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| Quotes | 8:07pm tuesday, 12th august |
Very few people in the world would care to listen to the real defense of their own characters. The real defense, the defense which belongs to the Day of Judgment, would make such damaging admissions, would clear away so many artificial virtues, would tell such tragedies of weakness and failure, that a man would sooner be misunderstood and censured by the world than exposed to that awful and merciless eulogy.
- Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Make me what Thou wouldst have me. I bargain for nothing. I make no terms. I seek for no previous information whither Thou art taking me. I will be what Thou wilt make me, and all that Thou wilt make me. I say not, I will follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest, for I am weak, but I give myself to Thee, to lead me anywhither.
- John Henry Newman
... They haled him, trembling, to the Judgment Seat.
"O Lord, behold the man who made the nails that pierced Thy feet!"
The Master laid a thin, scarred hand upon the shame-bowed head.
"They were good nails," he said...
- Kenneth W. Porter
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| And More | 5:23am wednesday, 6th august |
I remember learning about the secret, psychic life of trees, when they decided to talk to me through a book about Escher. I remember naming a beautiful friend of mine (in the real world), the Great Spirit Gosh. And that the actual Great Spirit (of the Native Americans) sized me up one day and named me, “crowfeather”, and thus I was for many years from then. I could have sworn that marijuana resin appeared at the edge of a razor blade I was scraping a book I was using as a surface in general resin recovery. I would see better miracles later. The words from Jeremiah come to mind, “Concerning the prophets: My heart is broken within me; all my bones tremble. I am like a drunken man, like a man overcome by wine, because of the LORD and his holy words.” [Jeremiah 23:9 NIV] Except that I was overcome with wine. Too.
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