As with yester-morn, these posts get right scrappy. Must try say more, in less. Not spend too long on or shy from brevity. Have something/To say.
All about realising m'poverty, this writing score? One big plus is it documents need. There's poverty and poverty though? The grieving kind feel now though, is a wrong-un. Inexcusable inaction not to feed and sow. Not to run to...
Wake up and longing to output (maybe this all 'bout me and showing off?). For God alone and what alone-time have, is what I need and what blessed have.
Somewhere to run.
And not to avoid, delay, deflect etc. God is all about where and go... there. Here. This the what and that that. All that reaches through the malaise and distress is knowing God is here and leaning towards. Sheer desperation.
OR -- deflect off and delay again? Again... and again. All leaves me dry and groaning -- feeling trash. 'When will I ever learn to live in God' sang Van.
How about right now? Oh am typing, yet want this to be more and more a 'running to' activity. Type and go.
Takes in-bed early and up likewise, fasting and fitness. Physical grounds for application. Exclusive God. The one add-on and 'in community' but that ain't-a-happenin'. (Tis shopping list of aspirations this).
OK few lines and get off this darn drain of a machine. Access to what I can't even find much to read. Handful websites that matter to me. Barely stray otherwise. The net has exhausted itself. And us. The people who did/do the worthy stuff, in the main, are beginning to deplete away. How many times can you be bothered to tell a not-watching public about the battles for humanity. Not the sick and demented mainstream be liars.
Citizen journalists are depleting off, shrugging away from outputting the real news and current affairs, hidden history and stuff worth knowing -- because there's little welcome and embrace of the information. This and anyone producing anything worth saying, are having their channels censored or threatened so.
Not hate speech or copyright infringement but banning otherwise is a sign-following that a threat to evil. The barometer. PROPHETIC. Get this? No threats? You're in or viewing the heart of the Babel courts. Satan central. Forget all this moderate and measured otherwise. In a room and there's fire, to see and not shout is tantamount to murder.
Enough uptake of the right-stuff we could cause a stir and breaks on what's a-coming, or perhaps, conceivably prepare and address? Circle the wagons or even charge some of the fortresses? Instead, understandably resigned to watch sheep wait for new onslaughts from the wolves. Outputers bow their heads and slink away.
To sickeningly and hope-less, the chorus loud and pitiful: "We love our servitude, we love our ant-Christ's, we will maintain the fake economy and dictatorship dressed in crisp suits and swanky skirts."
GOD HAVE MERCY ON US
Is this the conclusion? Best we suffer-some on the wider collective, Western and local and perhaps somewhere, in the descent into new barbarism -- CARE enough, to trance pride and fear with virtue.
Won't know thirst until the river dries up is our collective and sadly -- "hypocritical-alert-hypocritical-alert" -- personally, my self-stupid woes.
Oswald t'day, is on 'The “Go” Of Renunciation'. Begins; 'Our Lord’s attitude to this man is one of severe discouragement because He knew what was in man.'
One need, renouncement. Come 'rich' be poor. Moving on to dump these 'riches' and go forward in incalculable wealth. The hand only has room for one thing. Let go and grasp gold. Get three bells up. Break the bank in a faith that despises devils and run, run, runs to God. To return, and best-can remain in. Be at the ready...
Here I am...