August 12th, 2014

flooded with light by divine insights

It is 10:01 AM Tuesday morning in the flow of year 2014. It is cold early autumn morning here in Dutch town. This morning I saw a flock of sparrows in our backyard, another sign of Fall approaching. I also saw leaves on the ground under one of our trees in our front yard. Time is flying by and soon we will be in the Eternal State.

Carol got home late from work this morning because she had a staff meeting. She has gone to bed for the day. Beth is reading and baby Louisa is sleeping. Lou wakes up in the mornings talking to herself. This morning we could hear her talking to herself for two hours before she started fussing to get out of her crib. Louisa is all smiles when she gets up in the morning, but after a couple of hours of being up she is ready for a nap.

I got up this morning around 7 o'clock AM. Beth and Lou were already up. I made a pot of coffee and then messed with our main computer. I then messed with Lou so Beth could get a cup of coffee and eat something.

This morning I have been reading the treatise "The Roads To Zion Mourn" by Hugh of Balma. Last night I watched television and went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. Now it is another day. Existence keeps flowing by.

I have nothing to do today but hang out with Beth and Louisa. I will read my books and try to not fall asleep.

Last night before watching television I read from these two books-

"Up In The Old Hotel" short stories by Joseph Mitchell

"The Collected Poems of Octavio Paz 1957-1987"

old diary entry the year September 19, 2003

  • Current Music
    Beach House self-titled

Shall We Gather At The River?

Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?


Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will talk and worship ever,
All the happy golden day.


Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.


At the smiling of the river,
Mirror of the Savior’s face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace.


Soon we’ll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.

  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative

now carried off to be separated from happy enjoyment of God

It is now in the divine flow 12:12 PM Tuesday afternoon. It is a cold gray day here by Lake Michigan. A good day to take a long afternoon nap.

Beth and Louisa went downtown to meet a friend and her kids for lunch. I have been wandering the house and reading Hugh of Balma "The Roads To Zion Mourn". I read and then I contemplate what I have read. You can not read Hugh of Balma casually, but with serious reflection. I will quote something I read this morning that has been on my mind this morning.

"The first arises from observing the wretched torture in which body and soul, which have sinned, are punished together as long as God is in glory. Isaiah says, Their worm shall not die and their fire shall not be quenched (Is 66:24). This worm is the remorseful conscience which deserves to bear eternally the punishment of sensory pain and damnation [i.e., separation from God], sorrowing for the things done in the world which, far from doing the person any good, now oppress him with sharp pain. Of such things the book of Wisdom testifies: What has pride profited us? etc. [Or what advantage has the boasting of riches brought us?] (Wis 5:8).

77. And the Most High threatens eternal punishment for the damned through the mouth of Isaiah, who says, Take away the wicked, that he might not see the glory of God (Isa 26:10). And well does he call him wicked, for love alone can make the human spirit lead her life with that proper piety by which she offers true worship to her own Creator. By God's worthy judgment the one who, while she lived in the flesh, did not prepare and dispose herself to be chained by love to uncreated goodness is now carried off to be separated from happy enjoyment of God. For she is truly carried off as she delays and dies in darkness, separated from the happy vision of divine beauty by her pressing sins. Isaiah also says, That he who lives the life of a brute beast on earth shall not see the glory of God (Isa 26:10). It would be no just judgment if such a person were to exult in and enjoy the angelic life of knowledge of eternal truth and love of uncreated goodness that constitutes heavenly glory." pg. 138 Hugh of Balma
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative

perpetual war for perpetual peace

It is now in the flow 6:38 PM Tuesday evening. Another day has gone by. Right now I feel extremely tired, but it is way too early to go to bed.

This afternoon when Beth got home with Lou from having lunch with a friend and her two kids Lou was wide awake. Beth wanted to keep Lou awake till at least 6 o'clock PM so what to do to keep her awake. I suggested we go for a drive visiting thrift stores. Carol had bought a baby car seat for Lou so Me, Beth and Lou left to visit thrift stores in search of used books. I found these used books to ADD to our library this afternoon.

"Perpetual War For Perpetual Peace: How We Got To Be So Hated" essays by Gore Vidal

"Highcastle: A Remembrance" A Memoir by Stanislaw Lem [Translated from the Polish by Michael Kandel]

"The King Must Die" a novel by Mary Renault

"Busy Monsters" A Novel by William Giraldi

"Inventing Paradise: The Greek Journey 1937-47" Memoir by Edmund Keeley

"Snowleg" a novel by Nicholas Shakespeare

Beth, Lou and I got back home around 5:20 PM and by that time Lou was screaming from being tired. Carol must of heard Lou crying and got up to spend sometime with her granddaughter.

So existence keeps speeding by. I mainly read this afternoon, "Lost in the Forest" a novel by Sue Miller.

Well I will close to see what everyone is up to upstairs. I am down in the lower level writing on my old lap top computer. Tomorrow is a Wednesday.

"For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive the things done in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad. Knowing, therefore the terror of the Lord, we persuade men; but we are well known to God, and I also trust are well known in your consciences" 2 Corinth 5:10,11.
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative