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Arctic Winter Solstice

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This day the Sun of God dies and begins to rise again from the darkness of winter's longest night with all its despairing reflection of death. Here in the arctic, the sun peeks over the southern horizon for just a short time bringing dawn, noon and dusk all together in one moment. It's a day of dearth and mirth for even though it causes those who live here to endure nights that last more than 20 hours, in reality it is the first day that we can say from this point on summer is on the way and the days are getting longer.

What I'm about to say may be understood by those who have "caught the sun in flight and sung it on its way."

Peering through a portal shaped through more than 6000 years of life in this world, I have seen the very Son of Man stand upon this tiny sphere in space. As I peer into this bottle wind blown with the falling sands of millennia, I see other reflecting portal most of which are so tarnished they have virtually lost every clean surface and are hard to discern from the last sands that fall into this ancient hour class built from the realm of Immortal Invisible Love.

What has begun can't be stopped, pondering the reason returning; seem part of it has been to secure contact with the precious few who can receive a gift to make them immune to what is consuming this alien place I came to visit. Most who gain immunity to the closing process have been contacted, and from what I gather there are a few more to meet before the door closes forever.

Born of a Star and nurtured by an ancient dragon the way home is being cleared by those I know as my family. The meek shall inherit the earth and be it far from me to stand in their way. They are so diligent to dust off the obscured path that has always been at my feet and as their busy hands sweep away the years of abuse and neglect of the slothful, arrogant and prideful, the Way becomes clear.

Their goal is one and that is to hurl the singular identity of He whose place it outside space and time yet is the Creator of all that is. The purpose of the Creation has been fulfilled; every thing that is part of this ancient event has been fulfilled and the only thing that will survive beyond this moment is everything and everyone part of the pleasant eternal memory. This world is not a charnel house with specters in control but a single moment caught is one exquisite memory being the pure reflection of what has been so wonderfully crafted as a gift to help shake off all that will never last from that which can never be lost.

Something wonderful is going to happen; something so wonderful that words fail me to describe it. Christmas comes at a time of year when all seems so dark and bleak, it is a time to remember He who created all became a human being, lived and dies to rise to life again just like the arctic winter sun. The gift He came to give is eternal life in the world beyond this one. Two thousand years ago this incarnation took place yet He had been in this world long before His incarnation which many people recognize at this time of year.

Completion and closure can come as this life force comes full circle through a people of ancient origins. They know what must happen and how their purpose has been to see this life force reach the place on the circle where everything began so very long ago.

Now the final lesson is letting go of all those things pleasant things that have made for a cozy nook in this otherwise decreped out post in Hades.

 


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English Lessons

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Meaning Was Conveyed Gracefully

 

Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.--ISA. xl. 28, 29.

 

 

Workman of God! oh, lose not heart,
But learn what God is like;
And in the darkest battle-field
Thou shall know where to strike.

F. W. FABER.

 

 

For the rest, let that vain struggle to read the mystery of the Infinite cease to harass us. It is a mystery which, through all ages, we shall only read here a line of, there another line of. Do we not already know that the name of the Infinite is GOOD, is GOD? Here on earth we are as soldiers, fighting in a foreign land, that understand not the plan of the campaign, and have no need to understand it; seeing well what is at our hand to be done. Let us do it like soldiers, with submission, with courage, with a heroic joy. Behind us, behind each one of us, lie six thousand years of human, effort, human conquest: before us is the boundless Time, with its as yet uncreated and unconquered continents and Eldorados, which we, even we, have to conquer, to create; and from the bosom of Eternity there shine for us celestial guiding stars.

T. CARLYLE.

 

 

 

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