January 20th, 2015

a fight against terrorism

As I type these words I hear off in the distance a flock of crows cawing. It is a cold gray day here in West Michigan. A good day to sit my a wood burning stuff and write ones last will and testament.

I volunteered today at the Herrick Public Library used books store from 11 o'clock AM till 2:15 PM. I covered for someone today at the library book nook. When not helping people were their used materials I read from a novel titled, "Almanac Of The Dead" by Leslie Marmon Silko.

I brought home from the library used books store three used books to ADD to our library-

"NOS4A2" a novel by Joe Hill

"Party of One: The Loners' Manifesto" essays by Anneli Rufus

"The Kite Runner" a novel by Khaled Hosseini

When I got home from the library book nook I ate lunch and then wrote in my paper diary. My wife is sleeping this afternoon, because she goes back to work tonight.

I feel tired, but not in the mood to lay down in the lower level this afternoon. I have elected to just sit and wait for night to come falling on top of me.

Last night I watched television and went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. I read earlier once again from a book titled, "The Gray Notebook" by Josep Pla.

Well I am running on empty so I will close to wait it out.
  • Current Music
    Black Pus 'All My Relations'

Being is eternal; existence is temporal

It is now in the flow of reality 5:44 PM Tuesday evening. I will soon wake up my wife so she can get ready to go back to work. She works tonight and tomorrow night then she is off four nights from work.

I have been reading this afternoon “Almanac Of The Dead” a novel by Leslie Marmon Silko. I did not take a nap this afternoon. I am sure I will go to bed early tonight since there is nothing on TV worth watching. Of course I could watch a TV show on our Amazon Prime station.

There is nothing pressing on my mind tonight. I do feel slightly depressed inside, but nothing major. I sometimes hate my Self, which I think is normal. We all I think get sick of living with ourselves. It is a blessing when you totally forget yourself. When you get lost in something like God or love.

Today I was looking back into my Past my days when I was young. Back in those days I had no true understanding of what life was all about. I suppose wisdom or enlightenment comes with age. Now I am 62 years old I look back when I was young and shake my head in disbelief on how blind I was or just plain dumb. I was a prisoner to my flesh/lusts. My lusts blinded me to what was real. I was too caught up satisfying my fleshy desires to really come to terms with reality. I was just a slave to my lusts and not a slave to godly love/Truth. I did not want to look Reality in the face because my lusts wanted me to ruin my soul. I do not know how to explain where I was at when I was young. I date my coming to terms with reality in America when I was working at the Egg Pit. Maybe I am coming into contact with more and more truth Light as I get closer to dying and going to Heaven/New Creation.

Well I got to close to wake up my wife and tell her time to face existence In Christ Jesus.

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  • Current Music
    Sleater-Kinney 'No Cities To Love'

Jesus, Thine all victorious love

Jesus, Thine all victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fixed in God.

O that in me the sacred fire
Might now begin to glow;
Burn up the dross of base desire
And make the mountains flow!

O that it now from Heav’n might fall
And all my sins consume!
Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call,
Spirit of burning, come!

Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter Thy life through every part
And sanctify the whole.


"But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." 1 Corinth. 15:57
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    contemplative contemplative