Diamonds

 Are forever?  A girl's best friend?  

Justice.

When a thief is caught, he must be punished.  Moreso, he must return aka make recompense.

I believe it is happening for the nation, eventually the world.

And it is occurring personally.

Just as plans are detailed, their execution might be simple.  Doesn't mean it is effortless.  On the contrary, there is much put into exacting justice.

As with greater things, the plans afoot might not be completely revealed. at least not all at once.  We keep close to the vest.  Let's surprise the darkness.

Diamonds have been stolen.

They will be made to be returned.

How?  What?

Close to the vest.

But remember, there will be justice.

Success will be revealed.

Hard and full of Light, look for diamonds.

Sermons

 I preached many a sermon as a 'pulpit supply' student minister.

It's merely a message within worship, usually biblical or at least associated.

Sermon has also had a negative connotation for a long time.  Some kind of holier than thou judgement; a condescending critique that brow beats.

Churchwise, I always aimed to preach re Jesus.  I tried to be conversational, not stale.

My first was over 20 minutes long.  What did I know as people looked at their watches lol.

All inspired by HS.  I merely chatted for a few.  I tried to imitate J.

When I was blacklisted, all it did was free me.

I've done all the things I did before, but on a broader scale.

My endeavors here have been honed down to 4 a month.

I realized these are my sermons, for weal or woe.

I tell tales of free thinking, restoring the Republic in, I hope, a thought provoking even entertaining way.

Gifts freely given.  

More to come til there is no more and I go elsewhere.  Beyond.

Soft Control

 Like most things, whispers serve a dual purpose, for weal or woe.

Subtle power instead of earth shattering events.

Secret agents might be a little melodramatic.  

Yet, power wielded quietly might go farther  and not gathering notice might either undermine or strengthen something.

The darkside might be quiet and seem weak to escape retaliation and to acquiesce.

Gentle surrender is the goal and just roll over is the whisper.

Now, one can respond in kind.

Whisper Freedom and Light.  Gentle dawn.

Or shout.

Weal or woe.

Your move.

Stranger

 I love small towns.

There was a time Zionsville was so, before the huge yuppie/lib influx.

I spent a lot of time there with my GreatGrandmother.  It was a second town to me.  

So, noone really stared at me.

Yes, in some places people actually stare at new folks in town.

And even after some time there, townspeople still stare.  Always new!  Stranger!

The motive may vary like a pendulum, for weal or woe.

Just an observation.

I lived in a small town 2 years.  A local pastor said in answer to my observing townsfolk plainly staring at me that, even after years there, he was still stared at plus was the new guy in town still.

Now this was a town/area beset with devil worshipping drug dealers.  I kid you not.

Leave it to me to be in a 'weird is normal' situation.

More on that another time.

Actually, small town folk can be insular.  Not bad long as they are based in good will.

Maybe all of us should be a bit wary of things.

I'm a proponent of keeping your head on a swivel and observing.  Wait and see, unless something is obvious.

We both survived our stays.

One or two odd things.  Left town to visit a nearby town.  Noone knew.  Next morning someone called me where I was and asked why I left.  Hmmm.

When I moved back to Indy, I was asked why I wanted to leave.

I just said it was time, that I enjoyed my stay but I had to go.

Mind you I didn't owe anyone an explanation.  I just indulged lol.

I think these places each have sort of a personality.  

Then again my fave bar ahd a plaque that said 'You are a stranger here but once'.

Go figure.

Stronger

 Body, Mind, Psyche, Spirit.

It's how I explain spiritual makeup.

Body is the physical house we rent for a life.

Mind is the person we are in that body.

Psyche is the X factor, God's presence.

Spirit is our immortal selves.

Just a pallette for a portrait.

Every now and then, I think of the TV series Millennium.

It's a remarkable work touching on the spiritual and all the above points.

Some is procedural while some more is definitely spiritual.

Frank Black is a profiler with abilities to read a situation even get in the head of perps and solves horrible crimes.

There are allies on all levels as well as enemies.

I'll have to do an in depth analysis one of these days.

One of the chief villains is Lucy Butler, a shape changing sorceress.  She is older than she looks and it's a result of having sold her soul.  Her gifts were perverted and she now serves the darkness.

Frank tangled with her several times and with her conspirators.

The last on the series was in the form of a boy who destroyed those around him and attempted to do so to Frank's daughter.

As flames consumed him and a family/father destroyed, he yelled 'Who's stronger Frank, me or you?'  

It's that hellish challenge like Paradise Lost between the Creator/Father and the fallen.

Frank is quiet.  Not beaten in any way as Lucy plays cat and mouse.  His faith is there unspoken.

I recommend Millennium and wish there was a better resolution.  It is what it is.

Me, I'd answer 'Not me or you.  Jesus.'

Notice

 Nota Bene -s-.

I've mentioned it before.  Ever go by a place time and again, then one day notice something that you never saw clearly before?

For years I drove past old buildings in my area.  One day, I was stopped and looked up.  There was the ornate cornice to the building, a brick structure.  It housed small businesses, including an elderly tailor who was an artist for detail.

This notice added such depth and scope to something already worthwhile.

There are other instances such as a certain statue, a particular house or even colors that vary.  A picture can get painted in as a result.

Akin to this is indeed color.  Say you see a red car.  Almost suddenly, there is a profusion of red cars.  Or  certain car brands and makes that then become noticeable.

It's not magic.  It is merely awareness.

When your neck's on a swivel, you have the ability to notice a larger world.

I see said the blind man -s-.

The mind's eye is put on notice.

Tags

 Price.

Reminds me of a discount shop, where tags hang from everything.  But everywhere we go, you see the price for so much.

A game of tag?  What if the price has been paid?

The darkside imitates some things.  But it is limited to already created stuff.  And there is a price.

The Light offers things for free.  It comes to us.  We don't strive because of that Freedom.

Now, there is often a rocky/bumpy road, but the result is the same.

Don't btw let anyone prey on superstitions.

Rather, let faith shine a light on deeds.

Salvation is priceless for the price was paid.

No tags.