January 10th, 2017

Monday Reads

Monday Reads

"The Village: A History Of Greenwich Village" by John Strausbaugh

"Private Novelist" Fiction by Nell Zink

"Pursuit Of The Prodigal" a novel by Louis Auchincloss

"The Art of Rivalry: Four Friendships, And Breakthroughs In Modern Art" by Sebastian Smee

"The Refiner's Fire: The Making Of Mormon Cosmology, 1644-1844" by John L. Brooke

music: Unfathomable Ruination 'Misshapen Congenital Entropy'

music: Unfathomable Ruination 'Finitude'

music: Zhrine 'Unortheta'

music" Darkthrone 'Arctic Thunder'

"24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge" Jack Kerouac

"But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power be of God and not of us" 2 Corinth. 4:7
  • Current Music
    Unfathomable Ruination 'Finitude'

the lineage of the Latter-Day Saints runs back to this Radical Reformation

It is in the death flow 10:30 AM Wednesday no it could be Tuesday morning. Right now I am not sure what day it is. I think it is a Tuesday. It is a Tuesday, I just checked. I am prone to get lost in the Time Cycle or the death flow. I am someplace towards the end of the life process or rate of decay.

It is a gray wet rainy cold winter day here by Lake Michigan. I might go out to look at Lake Michigan the next sunny day we have here in West Michigan. I got up this morning around 6:11 AM. I got up made a pot of oatmeal. I ate my oatmeal and then messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and then I got out to read a book titled, "The Refiner's Fire: The Making Of Mormon Cosmology, 1644-1844" by John L. Brooke.

Carol called me to pick her up from work around 9:22 AM. She went to bed around 10 o'clock AM and goes back to work tonight. I have been reading "The Refiner's Fire" and messing with our main computer. Now I am writing some thick creamy crap for my online diaries. Yuck!

Last night after driving Carol to work I made a video for my BookTube channel, listened to Death Metal music and read. I went to bed around 10 o'clock PM last night.

I have no big plans for the day ahead of me. I will drift through the day counting my blessings one by one.
  • Current Music
    Unfathomable Ruination 'Finitude'

mourning doves

mourning doves

"[14] O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
[15] Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
[16] My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
[17] Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether." Song of Solomon 2:14-17

"28. Affliction, then, does not accompany this desire and petition, for the soul is no longer capable of such affliction; but with a gentle and delightful desire it seeks this in the conformity of both spirit and sense to God's will. As a result it says in this verse, "Now consummate! if it be your will," for its will and appetite are so united with God that it considers the fulfillment of God's will to be its glory.

Yet the sudden flashes of glory and love that appear vaguely in these touches at the door of entry into the soul, and are unable to fit into it because of the narrowness of the earthly house, are so sublime that it would rather be a sign of little love not to try to enter into that perfection and completion of love.

Moreover, a soul is conscious that in the vigor of the Bridegroom's delightful communication the Holy Spirit rouses and invites it by the immense glory he marvelously and with gentle affection places before its eyes, telling it what he told the bride in the Song of Songs. The bride thus refers to this: Behold what my Spouse is saying to me: Arise and make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come; for winter is now passed, and the rains are over and gone, and the flowers have appeared in our land; the fig tree has put forth her fruits; the vines in flower have given their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come; my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow of the wall, show me your face, let your voice sound in my ears, because your voice is sweet and your face beautiful [Sg. 2:10-14]. The soul in a sublime experience of glory feels and understands most distinctly all these things that the Holy Spirit, desiring to introduce it into that glory, shows it in this gentle and tender blaze. Consequently, the soul thus roused answers: "Now consummate! if it be your will." It makes the two requests of the Bridegroom that he taught us in the Gospel: Adveniat regnum tuum; fiat voluntas tua [Mt. 6:10].12 It is like saying: "Now consummate" giving me this kingdom, "if it be your will," according to your will. And that this may be true:" quoted from the treatise The Living Flame by St. John of the Cross
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    contemplative contemplative