Estimated Reading Time: < 1 minute Thank you, little sprite. || “Melancholily Bemused” by Joseph Charles
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes If I do not know you, and if I cannot know you from what this dark world knows, then how can I say those sacred words? I will not trust what I see; I will believe in the unseen—in Truth reigning from eternity to eternity, whom at present only my heart-eyes can see. He has given me this love, His love, for the queen you are destined to be.
Estimated Reading Time: 2 minutes Twilight was upon the gods once more. I AM had re-established the rule of the princes of earth and appointed them to rule to the utmost corners of the seven oceans. The earth was given to them as their dominion, but in the spirit of the First Rebel they sought instead to enter I AM’s Court. One in their wickedness and hubris, they built a mountain of bricks in the manner of the Holy Mount and a city in the manner of the Garden-Court, declaring to the children of man that divinity was grasped by their own hands.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes If I am called to hard places—to where the shadows are thicker than the poisoned air all the dead breathe, to where the fallen suns’ reign over the hearts of the dead is strongest, to where the War in the realms unseen crosses over most palpably into what even the dead can see—how shall it be for you and me?
Estimated Reading Time: 3 minutes She never truly knew her husband. The one who had chosen her for himself, the husband of her youth, when she was mired in unfaithfulness, was a prince. In her blindness she could not see the vastness of his splendor nor could she hear the shouts of his fame. He was a king like no other, yet she sought after other lovers and bore the children of men who were not her husband.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes The Way is not easy. The dead are cut off from it, and the Living can only walk it by Life and Life’s power restoring and renewing them from within. We walk—held and kept by the Helper, without turning to the left or to the right, without turning back.
Estimated Reading Time: 3 minutes The god of this new world remained unchanged, and the keening of the Wailing Waters did not cease. Soon the Shining One would have new pantheons of gods to serve under him and the powers and principalities under his command. Although I AM’s Tapestry of Colors declared His Mercy, the gods did not take heed. And we are all the sons and daughters of this lineage of cursed kings and queens. Yet all this was written long ago in the Song of songs.
Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes The shadows of my former being fall away with each passing moment, and soon only what is true and eternal shall remain. Yet you belong to a world of mist and vapor, a thin phantom, a vanishing specter. The remnants of death in me are capable of receiving your touch, but Life living in me cannot tolerate death and will not suffer me to be charmed once more by its lullaby. I belong to Truth, so I speak only what is true when I say I cannot love you.
Estimated Reading Time: 3 minutes Justice requires a Price, and Grace requires a Ransom. Who shall pay the Price? Who shall be the Ransom? Death calls for blood, and shed blood cries for death. Who alone has the right to avenge? Who alone can uphold Justice?
Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes To those whose eyes have been opened, the discolored shadows in these Lost Lands point to the deeper realities beyond the Unseen Veil. From the moment unknown (kept hidden from us by the grace of I AM) when the First Rebel despised the glory of I AM, the Kingdom has always been at War with the Shining One and his rebellion of fallen suns. When the First Prince and his Queen also fell away from the Way of Glory, the Deceiver ascended to the throne of this world and claimed Babel for himself. All of creation has been embroiled and imprisoned by the flames of The War ever since.