I Fall

In Winter I think of the fallen,

The soldiers who died in foreign fields and closer to home, for the sake of our freedom and a brighter future. 

I think of the people of the world who struggle with sin throughout their lives who everyday dust themselves down and start a new again and again, and again.

When snow falls I fall too,

I fall to my knees and look up at the white sky from where it came,

I look up and where my eyes dwell I contemplate in the coldness of the day my Creator.

I fall like the Three Magi fell to their knees in reverence to the child in the manger, the child who is God in the flesh, born not in riches and wealth, but in humility.

Such humility, God himself fell to Earth to be with His fallen people. He became sin for us to take our sins away, a selfless sacrifice for our salvation, the ultimate example of absolute true love.

I look up and I read the lives within Holy scripture, and I recognise time again why I fall like they fell, like when Lazarus was raised from dead, like when the blind were made to see and the crippled were made to walk, they fell all around to their knees in astonishment and awe, and marvelled at these miracles.

I fall everyday when I do wrong, I feel a death inside, 

But everyday I wake up I am born again and on doing a good thing I am resurrected, thus we mirror in a small human way the birth, the life and resurrection.

Like a Sparrow who plummets to the ground to feed, eats the good seed and flies up returning to the nest, so we must continue this same course with love in our heart and a sweet song on our lips. 

A poem by Saint Velimirovich

 Prayers by the Lake

Poem XXXII (32)

St. Nikolai Velimirovich of Ochrid 

My faith sees You, Lord.

It is the light and the farseeing vision of my eyes.

It is the sensing of Your omnipresence. It pulls my knees to the ground and lifts my arms toward heaven.

My faith is my soul’s contact with You. It prompts my heart to dance and my throat to sing.

When a swallow draws near, the baby swallows become excited in the nest. For even in the distance they sense the coming of their mother.

My faith is my excitement, for You are coming, my Mother.

If my friend is thinking of me while writing a letter in a distant city, I also dismiss other thoughts and think of my friend.

My faith is my thinking about You, which prompts You, all-encompassing Lord, to think of me.

When a lion is separated from his lioness, the lion’s eyes are distraught with longing for the lioness.

My faith is my longing for You, when You are far from me, my Beauty.

When there is no sun, the most terrifying storms lash the sea.

My faith is the calming of the storm within my soul, for Your light pours into me and pacifies me.

My eyes said to me: “We do not see Him.” But I pacified them with the words: “The truth is, that you were not created to see Him but to see what is His.”

My ears said to me: “We do not hear Him.” But I brought them to their senses with the words: “The truth is, that you were not created to hear Him but to hear what is His.”

Nothing of all that is created can see or hear Him but only what is His. What is created sees and hears what is created. Only what is begotten of Him can see Him. And only what is begotten of Him can hear Him. A painting cannot see the painter, but the son of a painter can see the painter. A bell cannot hear a bell-caster, but the daughter of a bell-caster can hear her father.

The eye cannot see Him because it was not created for the purpose of seeing Him. The ear cannot hear Him, because it was not created for the purpose of hearing Him. But vision can see Him, and hearing can hear Him.

My faith sees You, Lord, just as what is begotten sees its begetter. My faith hears You, Lord, just as what is begotten hears its begetter.

The God within me sees and hears the God in You. And God is not created but begotten.

My faith is like diving into the abyss of my soul and swimming out with You.

My faith is my only genuine knowledge. Everything else is like the children collecting motley pebbles by the lake.

My dear Muslim neighbours,

I hope you will feel Love and know Truth. We all struggle in life, it's not easy, nothing is, but knowing that God only speaks the Truth and loves you makes all the difference. God doesn't force or coerce, or hate, or deceive. But, God is honest, forgiving, kind and loving, caring and humble, fore He made Himself man in order to be with us and show us the way to the purity and Holiness of His Heavenly Kingdom, where no degredation or lust exists, but only Love.

Please research into your book?
Be completely honest with what you read in your book? Open your heart?

If you are good in heart you ought to feel gentle loving kindness, everyone ought to, and know the Truth in life.

God is not merciless, but merciful, God is not a liar, but honest and truthful.

Love and Truth are only in Jesus Christ, as is written in The Holy Bible.

I do not mean to force, but to humbly and honestly show the way that Love and Truth are to be found...

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What is Truth? - Orthodox Church in America https://www.oca.org/reflections/berzonsky/what-is-truth

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!