I enjoy your work here Kimberly and most of all admire your fierce courage. We're all dead men/women walking through this place anyway. Life and light descend from somewhere above this dense plane, the battle line, the event horizon between the Divine and Demonic so no wonder it stinks of sulphur and rot from time to time perceptable only if one has smelled the bloom of Divinity and tasted of the nectar within. I take heart, when in my higher mind, at being stationed by the Gods Ineffable, as witness and sentry to the battle pitched here. As a stoic I accept my duty. As a mortal I cringe and tremble. I'm here it would seem to choose and train and prove. In the end there is no choice for me, only duty. In the creation myth of the Abrahamic faiths there is one single implied commandment, assiduously overlooked by mortal man, To tend and keep Gods garden. Keep here means to guard. The fall is Mans' failure to stand that station and so we find ourselves in occupied territory. It's a comfort to know the enemy is evil itself, lies and infidelity and pride, and that it only consumes, eventually consuming itself if we can only stand our station and keep the garden. To the point of your essay I am really, really glad to find myself stationed with you and not opposed. That would be terrifying and I think futile. Gawain
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Courage
Date: 2022-11-19 11:21 am (UTC)We're all dead men/women walking through this place anyway. Life and light descend from somewhere above this dense plane, the battle line, the event horizon between the Divine and Demonic so no wonder it stinks of sulphur and rot from time to time perceptable only if one has smelled the bloom of Divinity and tasted of the nectar within. I take heart, when in my higher mind, at being stationed
by the Gods Ineffable, as witness and sentry to the battle pitched here.
As a stoic I accept my duty. As a mortal I cringe and tremble. I'm here it would seem to choose and train and prove. In the end there is no choice for me, only duty.
In the creation myth of the Abrahamic faiths there is one single implied commandment, assiduously overlooked by mortal man, To tend and keep Gods garden. Keep here means to guard. The fall is Mans' failure to stand that station and so we find ourselves in occupied territory. It's a comfort to know the enemy is evil itself, lies and infidelity and pride, and that it only consumes, eventually consuming itself if we can only stand our station and keep the garden.
To the point of your essay I am really, really glad to find myself stationed with you and not opposed. That would be terrifying and I think futile.
Gawain