Spiritual Growth

Reach out to others,

Do not sorrow,

And do not take, but borrow,

Keep your love warm,

Then life will mold to a different form. 

Calm the body and bring peace to the soul,

Hold your Cross to your heart and never let go,

Fore when you are still and do not worry, life has a way of changing and rearranging when anger turns to sorry.

Your thoughts become clear and good, your body is healed as the stress has fled, 

As do the cares and complaints in your head.

The explosions and conflicts will relent,

It starts with thoughts that are not hell bent,

Good thinking that aligns with your eyes and heart will allow rest and then toxicity will depart. 

Cancers will shrink and die, the heart will mend,

If your head is set on a Heavenly end.

Release and let go of worry,

It doesn't make anything better,

Read and pray, be humble and still,

Be gentle for your own health and realise this is true wealth. 

Prophecies

Saint Paisios of Mount Athos, a revered Greek Orthodox monk, is attributed with several prophecies.. Here are some of the prophecies associated with him. 

Turkey's Fate: After the toppling of Erdogan, a third of Turks will perish, a third will become Christians, and a third will flee to Mesopotamia. Russia will take control of Turkey, leading to its disappearance from the map. Turkey will be carved into three parts, Greek, Armenian and Kurdish.

- Middle East Conflict: The Middle East will become a theater of war, with the Chinese crossing the Euphrates.

- Constantinople's Liberation: Constantinople will be taken back, but not by Greece directly. Others will capture it and give it to Greece as a solution to their problem.

- *World War III*: A local conflict between Turkey and Greece in the Mediterranean will escalate into WW3 with Russia and NATO involvement.

- Spiritual Decay: Love will cool, and people will become indifferent, leading to sorrow, attacks, and disorder.

- *Antichrist's Mark*: The Antichrist will impose a system requiring the mark '666' for economic transactions, first on products and then on people's hands or foreheads. Digital ID.

- Jerusalem's Temple: The Mosque of Omar will be destroyed to restore the Temple of Solomon. 

The fallen will fall

Into the devil's lair, without a care, nonchalantly even, 

My eyes are open, but I was unaware,

I had an inkling,

But, now I know! 

The devil exists,

And onwards I go. 

He does his work, he does his dealings, fakery, fraud, cheating and lies,

But, I've grown wise! 

I've seen through his lies and I despise him. 

He thinks he has his fingers in all the pies, and thinks he's untouchable, unbeatable and unbreakable, But I look forward to his demise. 

His inner demons will annihilate him eventually, life's law will come to crack him and crush him, 

He'll be torn to pieces by bigger wolves hidden in sheepskin, 

Fore, the time is thin, 

The time is now. 

If I'm honest, its got to happen, 

It must, as in the truth I trust,

His momentous ego will be decapitated, severed, his empire will fall into the pit, 

No longer on a throne he will sit, but in the shit. 

The system will play him, 

The system will interrogate him, 

The system will manipulate and invade him, 

He'll be emasculated, suffocated, tortured and fucked, this will come after his own worrying inkling or even complete shock of his soul being sucked.

The unexpected will break his heart, he'll lose everything, 

his loyalties, his family, his life and his facade, and it will sting, and his balls will shrink to nothing, not a thing will cause him to rise again! 

When he'll be unmasked, unveiled, humiliated and absolutely obliterated, he'll learn the truth, but having faith in the truth, is another matter for him. 

This is my anger talking! 

A need for release! 

As the injustice of pride infuriates me! 

But, pride always, without exception falls, heavily! 

So, now... 

I pray for the devil.

I've calmed down, 

At ease and focused, and clear. 

I pity him and sympathise, as he is weak, and I hope his future isn't bleak, but I'm not in control, God almighty will have the last word, for my foe I once believed to be my friend, though his reign will end, if he sees the light, he might survive, hope exists for all of us, else he'll just be ground to dust, a paste, a spreadable cream, the end of selling that beautiful dream! 

Life's police, the Angels, will save me, straighten my back, and lift my head high and humble. 

I have the knowledge, I have the power, thats the crux, the lever and the fulcrum, the wielding iron axe, the burning hot coal, the foundry of life... 

Its in my fist, 

From elbow to wrist, 

I lift aloft, 

In triumph. 

As the powers of my head being held low, meek and mild, 

With the knowing evidence within me, 

This explosive element of faith, 

transfers from me to my adversary, 

From my inward power to his outward expulsion of evil levelled to nothingness. 

This needs to be written and documented, as is, as it will happen, not prophecy, but the absolution of the hammer of fact, of truth tha

t always occurs, without exception, the destruction of pride!!!

Now!

I see elegant Olive trees aligned with the Signs of the Times,

I see friendly Robin's and handsome Sparrows as they were, 

I see Chrysanthemum burning bright like Spartan Fire, Tulips, Daffodils Dandelions and Daisies bringing fairness and beauty,

I see the elderly with strength and courage, going forward,

I see the young with faith and determination and not ambition,

I see The Original Church establishing the multitudes and displaying the power of the Holy Spirit as it should,

I see speakers talking of Christian Truth and the beauty of The Holy Bible,

I see The Almighty Jesus Christ coming again in Great Glory to bring us back to peace and to take us to His Heavenly Kingdom,

I see tombs empty and gates open,

I see us all becoming children again and feeling joy,

I see the Angels greetings, singing with tears of delight,

I see illumined eyes and refreshed faces,

I see the Light and the end of filth, impurity and wickedness,

I see Hope and where everything is blessed and Good,

I see love and kindness and friendship and mercy and humility, and only here do I feel rest, 

And only here do I feel peace, 

And only here is LIFE.  

The Prison

This world, this petty world,

With its traps and tricks,

It's control and coercion,

It's mind games and fakery, 

Addictions and delusions, doing as you please.

This is not true freedom!

Say a "wrong" word and you get cut off, isolated, stigmatized.

Say a "wrong" word and you get shot dead.

Say a "wrong" word and you get  crucified!

Where is kinship and brotherhood?

Where is joy?

Where is love?

Such a struggle to maintain anything,

Even who you are!

But I say, kill the world within you, break the chains that hold you, the walls that trap you, and soon the Lions and Hyaenas that encircle, ready to devour you will flee and the darkness will disappear, the worries and cares of the world will vanish!

Why not let the Light in? Why not?

What have you to lose?

Are you so hateful and resentful?

Are you so blind you cannot see?

A man on his own knows nothing! Nothing!

Transform that prison inside you to a free man! Transform that darkness to a determined fire inside you, see beyond the prison! See beyond the prison!

 

I am

Sunshine through Cumulus Clouds,

Is how I feel,

How I am.

Clouds are gold, 

Sky, pure white,

Light surrounds each cloud with electrifying and sharp brightness,

Everything is still, everything has purpose.

Light movement intensifies the purpose, 

I reflect as I watch,

Clouds melt,

Sky changes from pure white to pinks and purples, Bronze and Cerulean Blue,

Sumptuous mixing, blending and playing of colours accentuate my reflection and my awe.

Timeless.

My hesitation to remove my gaze from the last blast of light blinds my senses until a slow and gradual fade to black space. 

I stay and remain poised. 

At the precise moment when my poise were to collapse a Star appears. 

Solitary and still.

The vastness of space cannot contain it, nor overwhelm it. 

It's clean light and cutting edges point elsewhere,

Somewhere I haven't been and have yet to see. 

I remain with it.

I am here. 

The past no longer matters,

I feel weak,

But I am. 

Your unique self

Be your unique self,

Put self criticism on the shelf,

The thing that makes you stand out from the mundane,

Might be a pain to others, but it's what keeps you sane on the right lane to better health.

Be it mental or physical, that stigma is your blessing not a curse,

It means you're exciting, special and rare,

So do not care what people think or say, 

Their negativity means jealousy and envy anyway, their aggression means insecurity and bitterness, let them destroy themselves and you will grow with resilience and defiance come what may! 

Be your unique self, that

Schizo-genius or that Fibro-warrior, that

Autist-elligent resilient or that DepressIRON-soldier,

Whatever your condition, may your mission be to sustain your character to enjoy what you enjoy and accept yourself. 

Build yourself up and your exhilarating unique gang, this is explosive and its repercussions extend, collide and bang, while you mend and repair, the others will just stop, think and stare!

Crystal Clear

Not the ocean, but a river,

Unlike any I've ever seen,

A river pure and clean,

Turquoise in colour and fresh in aroma.

The river banks filled with lush vegetation encourage birds, lizards and crickets.

The sunlight glows off the surface of the water stunning me to sit and gaze. I wish I could stay forever. 

I sink my feet into the warmth of the water. It's cool to the touch in the hot sun. It's quiet, but I don't feel alone, as the river is ever slowly moving and birdsong echoes from the low hanging trees. 

I notice the banks of the river, pebbly and earthy, soft and sandy. 

For a moment I reflect on life and feel fortunate, such beauty exists that we seldom see. 

Autumn leaves 🍁🍂

Leaves begin to die,

Turn bronze, crimson and gold,

Once on the tree then crumpled and trodden on flat to the earth. 

From tree to ashes.

From tree to dust.

The beauty and passion which their colours and shapes conjure in our minds are vivid and ever present. 

The golds of Crowned Glory and the blood reds of fresh slaughter are a reminder of our flaws and our weakness.

Though this glorious and beautiful death doesn't last, 

It's only temporal,

The everlasting Risen Life will soon be on its way,

With most Graceful Power and Eternal Strength!

The Treasure

I've always dreamt of finding treasure,

Something small, yet mesmerising,

Precious and unique,

Special and rare!

As I walk through the gardens, sometimes gazing to the ground, I wish, I wonder what if, maybe today, I hope.. I might find some kind of treasure, you never know.

You hear of those who find antiquities, coins, jewels, statues and the like. 

My head returns to the real world, away from fantasy and I look ahead of me...

and keep walking. The gardens look beautiful in the sunlight. Lush green and powerful in colour and aroma.

A fleeting thought enters my head,

A memory conjoured by the elements or an angel on my shoulder...

"Hope is the greatest treasure"

And it's right here inside my heart.

The soulless

They are those who want profit over heart,

They want talent instead of compassion and money over humility,

They do not know what it is to suffer.

They're fixated on their screens,

Blinded by the progress of ambition,

Creating impressive things, but without depth.

Superficial progression of an intellectual nature makes them hard hearted and not open to ethereal worship, they lack outer understanding.

They do not know themselves, they do not know the true depth of their character, as they have not been tested in struggle.

Their struggles are wanting more money when they already have more than enough. 

Iron can only be tested in a furnace,

Diamonds can only be tested under pressure,

Only when a crack in their superficial armour appears can they begin to know reality.

The reality of a kind and humble, and loving heart.

To gain inner strength and to gain spirit, one must be pulverised and ground under pressure and broken down, to break the belief you have in your own opinion, 

to break your strength and to break your power.

Only then can you realise your nothingness. Only then when your arrogance has been destroyed. 

Only then when we lose and keep losing and losing and are completely lost, do we appreciate and know what it is and what it means to gain, and to gain is nothing material, it is to gain wisdom and find the Grace of God.

To be impressed with yourself is arrogance, to be impressed by arrogance is demonic, to believe in your own opinion is pride, and this is not Holy. To believe in God's Truth is the beginning of humility and with experience of suffering comes real faith and this trust in the unseen gives us hope.

Of the many god's in the world, only Jesus Christ lives a truly humble life of purity and strength, and love. Only through knowing Him and acknowledging Him as God can we know ourselves and know reality, as He is reality. 

The soulless must remove their gaze away from their screens and look 

to the face of reality.

Right and wrong exist

Right and wrong exist. We are not here to just be comfortable and do what pleases us. If something is wrong we ought not do it. Things are so mixed up in society at the present, that we ask all the time, what is right and what is wrong?

We need a moral compass and to follow it. 

This is called The Holy Bible. This is not mere opinion, it's the Truth of the one and only True God, our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. 

When a person realises that our opinions don't matter, and that what really matters in the grand scheme of things is the truth, this is life changing.

I was baptized as an infant and have had faith ever since. I see myself as fortunate. But, because of this the demons attack me more as I am aware of the things in life that make me a threat to evil. 

I've overcome schizophrenia and depression as well as many other things that I do not want to mention,  which the evil one brings to some of our lives in order to crush us, to win over our souls. Insanity and despair are killers, they are not from God, they are not holy ways of being. I could have been defeated by this demonic attack, But I wasn't and he lost the battle.

Struggling with our conscience, with our demons is good, it shows we are fighting. Becoming low and then overcoming this shows we have overcome the trial, but also we have overcome the satanic mentality of despair. 

I expect greater trials to come in my life, I'll be as ready as possible, by attending church more regularly, praying more fervently and giving more readily. It's the only way to survive and to live I believe. 

We all feel down sometimes, it's how or if we get up again and continue in life with the joyous attitude that the most humble God is with us!

Only by humility do we burn and vapourise the dark powers, that's why I always remind myself daily to be humble and say the prayer of Jesus... "Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on me a sinner". 

I'm not one to judge others and I'm very understanding, I love my friends and my family. I will never give up my beliefs to please another person. I'm just as much a sinner as anyone else, in fact I'm worse as I should know better, but that's how life goes, as I have already explained. 

I've never been as open before about myself I don't think, and I think it's a time that I feel I need to be and everyone needs to be, to know who you really are and what you really need, not what you want to be and not what you'd like to have.