Showing posts with label Mercy. Show all posts
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Thursday 4 March 2021

Each person carries in himself his own Destiny.



Arthur : 
Merlin, what have I done?!

Merlin :
You have •broken• — 
What could not •be• broken..!!

Arthur : 
Hope is Broken. 

My Pride broke it. 
My Rage broke it. 

This Excellent Knight — 
who fought with Fairness and Grace 
was •meant• to win. 

I used Excalibur to 
CHANGE That Verdict. 

I have lost, for all time 
The Ancient Sword of My Fathers...

Whose Power was meant to unite ALL Men, 
not to serve The Vanity of A Single Man. 


I am — NOTHING





"There is, of course, a scientific reason for all forms of divination practised without hope or promise of reward. 

Each person carries in himself His Own Destiny. Events do not happen to people by chance, but are invariably the result of some past cause. For instance, in the last years a man becomes a soldier who had never intended to pursue a military career. 

This does not happen to him by chance, but because of the prior occurrence of la European war in which his country was engaged. 

The outbreak of war is similarly the result of other causes, none of which happened by chance, but were founded by still remoter occurrences. 

It is the same with The Future

That which a person does today as a result of something that happened in the past, will in its turn prove the cause of something that will happen at some future date. 

The mere act of doing something today sets in motion forces that in process of time will inevitably bring about some entirely unforeseen event.





This event is not decreed by Fate or Providence, but by the person who by the committal of some act unconsciously compels the occurrence of some future event which he does not foresee. 

In other words, a man decrees his own destiny and shapes his own ends by his actions, whether Providence rough-hew them or not. 




Now this being so, it follows that he carries His Destiny with him, and the more powerful his mind and intellect the more clearly is this seen to be the case. 

Therefore it is possible for a person's mind, formed as the result of past events over which he had no control, to foresee by an effort what will occur in the future as the result of acts deliberately done. 

Since it is given to but few, and that not often of intention, to see actually what is about to happen in a vision or by means of what is called the 'second sight,' some machinery must be provided in the form of symbols from which an interpretation of the future can be made. 

It matters little what the method or nature of the symbols chosen is — dice or dominoes, cards or tea-leaves. 

What matters is that the person shaking the dice, shuffling the dominoes, cutting the cards or turning the tea-cup, is by these very acts transferring from his mind where they lie hidden even from himself the shadows of coming events which by his own actions in the past he has already predetermined shall occur in the future. 

It only remains for someone to read and interpret these symbols correctly in order to ascertain something of what is likely to happen; and it is here that singleness of purpose and freedom from ulterior motives are necessary in order to avoid error and to form a true and clear judgment.


This is the Serious and Scientific Explanation of the little-understood and less-comprehended action of various forms of Divination having for their object the throwing of a little light upon the occult. 

Of all these forms perhaps Divination by Tea-Leaves is the simplest, truest, and most easily learned. 

Even if the student is disinclined to attach much importance to what he sees in the cup, the reading of the tea-leaves forms a sufficiently innocent and amusing recreation for the breakfast- or tea-table; and the man who finds a lucky sign such as an anchor or a tree in his cup, or the maiden who discovers a pair of heart-shaped groups of leaves in conjunction with a ring, will be suffering no harm in thus deriving encouragement for the future, even should they attach no importance to their occurrence, but merely treat them as an occasion for harmless mirth and badinage.


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The ritual to be observed is very simple. 

The tea-drinker should drink the contents of his or her cup so as to leave only about half a teaspoonful of the beverage remaining. 

He should next take the cup by the handle in his left hand, rim upwards, and turn it three times from left to right in one fairly rapid swinging movement. 

He should then very slowly and carefully invert it over the saucer and leave it there for a minute, so as to permit of all moisture draining away.

If he approaches The Oracle at all seriously he should during the whole of these proceedings concentrate his mind upon his future Destiny, and 'will' that the symbols forming under the guidance of his hand and arm (which in their turn are, of course, directed by his brain) shall correctly represent What is Destined to Happen to Him in The Future.

If, however, he or she is not in such deadly earnest, but merely indulging in a harmless pastime, such an effort of concentration need not be made. 

The 'willing' is, of course, akin to 'wishing' when cutting the cards in another time-honoured form of fortune-telling.

The cup to be read should be held in the hand and turned about in order to read the symbols without disturbing them, which will not happen if the moisture has been properly drained away. 

The handle of the cup represents the consultant and is akin to the 'house' in divination by the cards. 

By this fixed point judgment is made as to events approaching the 'house' of the consultant, journeys away from home, messages or visitors to be expected, relative distance, and so forth. 

The advantage of employing a cup instead of a saucer is here apparent.

'The bottom of the cup represents the remoter future foretold; the side events not so far distant; and matters symbolised near the rim those that may be expected to occur quickly. 

The nearer the symbols approach the handle in all three cases the nearer to fulfilment will be the events prognosticated.

If this simple ritual has been correctly carried out the tea-leaves, whether many or few, will be found distributed about the bottom and sides of the cup. 

The fortune may be equally well told whether there are many leaves or few; but of course there must be some, and therefore the tea should not have been made in a pot provided with one of the patent arrangements that stop the leaves from issuing from the spout when the beverage is poured into the cups. 

There is nothing to beat one of the plain old-fashioned earthenware teapots, whether for the purpose of preparing a palatable beverage or for that of providing the means of telling a fortune.”

Friday 15 March 2019

Our Lady of Littleness






" Each Life creates The Next - no wonder Time Lords and Buddhists get on so well. " 

- The Chorister

Our Lady of Littleness loves being with children, appearing to children, and helping us become like children. 



(Davros is crying.)

Dr. Disco :
Okay, don't ever tell anyone that I did this...

(He waves his hand around until a golden glow forms.)

Dr. Disco :
A little bit of regeneration energy - Probably cost me an arm or a leg somewhere down the line....











BUFFY
 I'm suddenly going to grow this demon part and we don't even know what it is. 
It could be claws or scales...

Willow's expression turns shocked. 
 
BUFFY 

What? 

WILLOW 

Was it a boy demon..?

EACH LIFE CREATE THE NEXT -

Dr. Disco : 
Or, I'll just be really little....







"The Old Man must die;
and The New Man Will Discover,
to his inexpressible joy,
that He has never existed...!"

- Buddhist/Time Lord Aphorism
K'Ampo Rimpoche

"This is above all Strangeness...
This Doctor keeps cropping up all over the place. 

Political diaries, conspiracy theories, even ghost stories. No first name, no last name, just The Doctor. 

Always The Doctor. 

And the title seems to have been passed down from Father to Son. 

It appears to be an inheritance.... "

- Clive Finch, 2005


Not-Shakespeare :
Perhaps it's time I wrote about Fathers and Sons
in memory of my boy, my precious Hamnet. 


MARTHA: 
Hamnet? 


Not-Shakespeare :
That's him. 


MARTHA: 
Hamnet


Not-Shakespeare :
What's wrong with that?


Our Lady of Littleness loves being with children, appearing to children, and helping us become like children. 

It’s so hard for us to become like children in this aging world, because we are wired to fear littleness. 

But littleness is the pathway to the Kingdom — empowering us to love one another here on earth and get ready for heaven. Jesus understands this and that is why He sends us so much help. On the cross He gave us His mother, Our Lady of Littleness. And Mary, in her humility, draws the Holy Spirit like a magnet. She helps us become little too, so that we can become filled with the Holy Spirit. 

On Friday I prayed with two saintly children in preparation for a children’s Holy Hour. This helped me to become more little and better able to lead the worship. There we were, all of us “little ones” praising the Lord together and so happy! I believe that Jesus is sending Our Lady of Littleness to us in these tumultuous times to help us surrender completely to the Holy Spirit and  discover, with the little ones, the most simple and direct path to happiness and heaven.  Mt. 18:3 // Jn. 19: 26-27

Sunday 3 February 2019

The Grace of Forgetfulness

























Alex :
No! I've got to stop them, now! 








I'm quite happy to get a taxi.





And I'm quite capable of driving my wife and child to The Station.


Come on, Alex, get in.
Leave it.
We've got a train to catch.





Alex’s Father :
Some music, Alex? 


I'm Happy 
Hope You're Happy, Too - 



Alex :
It's just round this corner.
What the bloody hell? 


Oh, my God.
It wasn't the billboard.
It's happening now! 












Alex’s Father :
Get in the bloody car! 
Come on, get back in the car! Alex! 
Come on, get back in the car! 

Just hold it a minute! 

Dad! 

— ONE FLASH OF LIGHT —











It was you



If all goes to plan, by the time you are watching this I will be dead, along with my wife Caroline and our beloved daughter Alexandra.

Why did I do it?  

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation 
and go to the grave with the song still in them".

Well, not me and, er not Caroline.
We sang our song.

But, a very charming man, 
a maggot, wriggled into our paradise 
and it was compromised.

The Truth was sullied 
and it could never be unsullied.

But shed no tears for me, 
Caroline or Alex.


We are where we want to be, 
together, forever.


Uncle Evan :
I knew he was intense, 
but his own wife and child?! 
I couldn't understand why he was so keen to get Layton out of the Scrubs.
He needed him to plant the bomb.


Gene Hunt :
OK? You sit here, sweetheart, 
and if these two naughty boys start getting out of hand,  let me know.

OK? 

The little girl's asking to go home with Evan.


You OK? 
She's got no uncles or aunts that she knows.

I mean, I know that I'm not a blood relative, 
but I'm all she's got.
And I love her.

So will you help me to get custody? 

There's one more thing.
I never want her to know what Her Father did.


Alex :
Maybe she has a right to know.

Uncle Evan :
When she's older.

Alex :
You'll never tell her.

- it's not your fault.

Uncle Evan :
Thank you.





Alex :
You just destroyed evidence.


Gene Hunt, 
Sheriff of Purgatory :
How would you like to grow up knowing Your Daddy tried to blow you to kingdom come...? 


Alex :
I'm the piece of his past.
I will be.
He'll be blackmailed by Layton for not telling her the truth.

Gene Hunt, 
Sheriff of Purgatory :
I need a drink.

Uncle Evan :
I'm taking her home.
Thanks for all your help.
It's just you and me now, eh? 
Forever and ever.


Gene Hunt, 
Sheriff of Purgatory :
Bye, little lady.
Any problems, you just call the Gene-Genie.

Alex :
How come you were there, taking the little girl's hand? 

That couldn't have happened.
You weren't there.
You're not real.



Gene Hunt, 
Sheriff of Purgatory :
I'm everywhere, Bolly.
I was needed and I was there.






Hello? I've learnt something here, Molly.
Something I hope you always knew that my mother loved me.
And that love will keep me going, it will make me survive.

Don't blow those candles out yet, Molls.
I'll find my way home.
I promise.

I love you, and I will never, ever give up.




Shazza! Shazza! 

How are you, Shaz? - 
I'm good, Thanks to you, My Guardian angel.


Hey, Luigi, have you heard about those Italian war rifles for sale? 

No, Chris.
Never been fired, only dropped once!
 Hey, Luigi, why do Italian men have moustaches? 
I don't know, Chris.
Cos-a they want-a look-a like their momma! 

Good one Molto divertente Gracias.
Hey, Luigi, how many.... 


Hey! Bolls! Bolls! You look dreadful.
Come and join The Land of The Living.

There really is a Land of The Living, you know -
a sanctuary refuge bailey-court,
where calm and lawful order remains in place, enclosured, bound-up fastness  


Oi, Luigi, we're dying of thirst over here.
It's all about timing, This Life.
Still got things to learn, adventures to have.
Unbreakable, Bolly Unbreakable.
Unlike this bloody wine, which is undrinkable! Luigi! 
Gimme a beer!