I have never been too ashamed of a strike of my fist to the point of wishing I never struck. Though, when I strike with this great sword, my pen, its power too great, greater than any weapon, I wish I never swung, to taking every word back.
I have never been too ashamed of a strike of my fist to the point of wishing I never struck. Though, when I strike with this great sword, my pen, its power too great, greater than any weapon, I wish I never swung, to taking every word back.
Always believe.
That doesn’t make sense, that’s beneath me.
What do you mean?
It’s like telling a sleepy man to sleep.
God loves the underdog. In fact, in siding with him so deeply, I believe he is the underdog, not in the sense that he is powerless or lesser, but that he is humble, righteous and seeks to win, not as an oppressor but as an inspired fighter, an overcomer, an inspired victor, our inspired Lord.
As the light dimly shined in the distance, in the dawn of hope with spears held high, knights of faith battled onward, through thickened violent darknesses, into that light so that evermore shining they may see the victory and attain life everlasting.
There’s a demon passed along for generations, from one to another, till it reached a whole family. It’s called: I want you to be happy.
It’s actually a way to control another and say no other desires and say yes to your own. Because they control the definition and when contested are too stubborn to think, too dumb to know what it truly means, or to evil to stop, or all three.
I want to be happy means: I want you to have it my way and for you not to have your way.
We’ll call it “happy” since it’s a euphemism for me getting what I want and you thinking I love you when I don’t.
After losing his wife, his Eve, his made to be, the numerous rapists looked at him with love and said, No one will ever take her away from you again. We will never rape her again either. But it was too late, the wrong is permanent as is evident and their repentance an image of hell’s retardation, or satanic self centeredness and pride and numbness to morality.
To another man, who after being wronged so deeply that it left his life empty, the violators apologized to the whole world and helped humanity so nothing like what they did to the man would happen again. However, they never apologized to the man they wronged, nor did they repent of it towards him.
To another, after being looked down upon, demeaning people vowed to always look up to and respect others like him, to the point of giving their life to helping them be better than themselves at least as much as they could on the outside, but they never turned to actually praise the beauty of the man they wronged in demeaning satanic arrogance.
In three separate examples, this is hell’s redemption, where evil people connive ways, in twisted mind, in complete fear of guilt and bearing it, to acquire a sense of righteousness to live by.
Heaven’s repentance:
The rapists confess before a judge and are imprisoned or executed for having wronged the man, with his name upon their lips before death willingly uttered screaming for mercy from him whom they regarded as God the Judge.
The violators who seek to help humanity, empty their life’s purpose to amend their wrong towards the one they violated, giving their inheritance, their wealth, their time, their efforts, to amend the wrong, and only revealing their sins and vile nature towards him to humanity with no hope of aggrandizement, with the slightest fragrance of praise for confessing ending in deeper vile self abasement engendering cringes from humanity.
The demeaning rather than praising those like the one they demeaned, fall before the beauty of the man they demeaned, giving him near worship and fame before all those who were like him, so that in his image the others may find solace, not in being praised themselves.
This is the image of redemption from heaven, only a portion and a glimpse. What of hell, where rapists and the vile and the demeaning wrought forever without end? And the violated become gods and angels to be worshipped in unapproachable light and power and beauty with hammer of judgement held in hand to crush to further corruption and dusty ashes in hell the satanic being of the evil.
This is heaven.
For when your repentance is done to gain a sense of righteousness from others due to inability to bear guilt, when it is pompous mixed with the dumbness of failed attempts to sincerity, when it seems like it works, when it gives you the ability to forget, you are breaking minds of the moral in two in cringes and in incomprehensible disturbance. But in the end, the righteous will break you.
Sainthood is the only form of humanity, of being human. Everything else is subhuman, animal, vile, and twisted.
When St. Gayane and St. Hripsime become martyrs in the face of an evil seductive king, the women hold onto God and chastity as Mary holds onto Jesus upon his birth, giving form to human nature, expressing its beauty, its righteousness, its justice.
It is the stand of human nature against the darkness of lust, the darkness of evil and sub-humanity. They are the glory of humanity and of its nature and its truth to the world. It is the strongest light, a beaming light from the heart of a saint, of a true human in the image of the divine, holding onto humanity and humanness and to Christ rather than to dogs, and to lust, and to animalistic nature.
We are human. And St. Gayane and St. Hripsime, the holiest virgins, remind us what this means. It’s holding onto virtue and chastity unto death!
Without the light of sainthood, knighthood is meaningless, and kings rule pigs and are so themselves.
Live every day as if standing before the most impartial Judge, not as in the one at death but rather the one at the resurrection of the righteous where subjectivity is thrown aside and all sins are seen and shown, where no one gets away with anything, where every single word, every single movement is judged!
And cling to the crucifixion, for it is mutilation of our own Lord and Judge that grants us eternity and resurrection.
You may be given a state of chastity so clean you see all else as utterly meaningless to be thrown out as garbage, utterly meaningless and all equally meaningless before God.