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Le tombe segrete delle prostitute diventate monache.

 

E’ una cripta che custodisce i segreti di uno dei luoghi più curiosi e affascinanti della città antica: il convento cinquecentesco di Santa Maria la Grazia, meglio noto come convento delle Repentite, le prostitute convertite alla vita monastica e mantenute dalle cortigiane in servizio attraverso un’imposta pagata al Senato palermitano, una sorta di “porno-tax” ante litteram. Il tributo non era obbligatorio, ma doveva essere versato se le prostitute volevano vestirsi come le “donne oneste”, senza gli abiti che erano segno della loro condizione di peccatrici. Dimenticata da secoli, la cripta è tornata alla luce casualmente nel 2005, durante lavori di ristrutturazione dell’ex complesso religioso di via Divisi, oggi destinato a dipartimenti universitari. Eliminando le piastrelle del pavimento e il sottostrato per ristrutturare i servizi igienici vicini a un’aula, si è reso evidente il volume di una volta, e quindi si è fatto largo il sospetto che esistesse ancora la vecchia cappella sotterranea. L’intuizione si è rivelata fondata. Una volta rimossi quintali di terriccio e di materiali di risulta forse esito di precedenti lavori compiuti intorno al 1960, la cripta, grande circa sedici metri quadrati, è venuta alla luce. E ha rivelato il suo tesoro: un magnifico altare seicentesco, la tomba della Madre Badessa e le panche dove venivano appoggiati i corpi delle defunte secondo un'antica tradizione religiosa che – come nel convento dei Cappuccini - prevedeva il prosciugamento dei

  

cadaveri prima della sepoltura. La cripta è stata adesso restaurata da Simona Panvini, sulla base di un progetto firmato da Enrico De Mattei e condotto sotto l’alta sorveglianza della Soprintendenza ai Beni culturali e ambientali della Regione siciliana. La tomba della Madre Badessa è identificata da una lapide di marmo in cui è incisa la scritta: “In questo sepolcro giace il corpo della Reverenda Madre Santa Ignazia di Gesù Squatrito quale nacque al 1706, si chiamò nel secolo Donna Maria Squatrito, morì di anni 76 l’8 aprile del 1782”. Come per la protagonista del romanzo “Dell’amore e di altri demoni” di García Márquez, del suo corpo è stata ritrovata soltanto una lunga ciocca di capelli, insieme con due ampolle di vetro che custodiscono messaggi ancora sconosciuti, probabilmente di affidamento e raccomandazione al Signore. Le ampolle sono oggi all’Istituto di Patologia del libro di Roma, perché l’estrazione delle pergamene è una procedura molto delicata: gli specialisti temono che possano danneggiarsi a contatto con l’ossigeno dopo tre secoli, e sperano di poterle recuperare e leggere integralmente. La lapide, trovata tra i resti della sepoltura, è stata adesso ricollocata sul pavimento della cripta. L’altare seicentesco è affiancato da mattonelle originali che riproducono San Francesco e presumibilmente Santa Chiara, o forse la fondatrice del convento. Le due figure sono inginocchiate ai piedi della Croce, alla base della quale sta un teschio simbolo dell’omnia vanitas, cioè della caducità del corpo di fronte alla morte. La figura femminile tiene in mano una pisside con dentro l’ostia, e sull’ostia è disegnata una piccola scena di Calvario, probabilmente simbolo di pentimento. Tutt’intorno, le panche dove venivano appoggiati i corpi delle defunte, sovrastate da mattonelle di maiolica che sono state ritrovate, pulite e ricollocate al loro posto. Dalla cripta si apre una seconda botola dove si trova la fossa comune delle altre monache, che è stata parzialmente esplorata. Numerosi crocifissi di metallo sono stati scoperti in mezzo al terriccio scavato. E’ emersa pure la scala originaria di ingresso alla cripta, che è stata consolidata e viene adesso nuovamente utilizzata per accedere all’ambiente sotterraneo. La storia delle Repentite (cioè Ree pentite) è estremamente affascinante, oltre che curiosa: queste ex cortigiane che si erano ritirate a vita monastica venivano infatti mantenute dal Senato palermitano con i ricavati di un’imposta che le prostitute in servizio dovevano pagare se volevano vestirsi – al pari delle donne oneste – con abiti di seta e di oro. Il convento, in realtà, fondato nel 1524 da suor Francesca Leonfante, fu abitato in origine da monache olivetane. Ma, morta la fondatrice e passate in altri conventi le religiose, l’arcivescovo stabilì – come racconta Gaspare Palermo – che “in quel luogo venissero raccolte le donne che dal pentimento de’ loro trascorsi potessero chiamarsi Ripentite”. La chiesa, con il prospetto su via Divisi, fu costruita nel 1512 dal chierico Vincenzo Sottile e abbellita tra il 1697 e il 1698. Del complesso sono ancora visibili la facciata con il portale e le finestre goticheggianti, alcune colonne originarie e, sul soffitto di un’aula, le ricche decorazioni pittoriche di quella che era la navata della chiesa.

 

Via Divisi 81, Palermo

 

Galaxy Magazine / Taschenbuch-Reihe

> C. C. MacApp / The Mercurymen

> Norman Kagan / Laugh Along with Franz

> Willy Ley / For Your Information: The Healthfull Aromatick Herbe

> Robert Silverberg / The Warriors of Light

> Harlan Ellison / "Repent, Harlequin!" Said the Ticktockman

> Frederik Pohl / The Age of the Pussyfoot (Part 2 of 3)

cover: John Pederson, Jr.

[Cover illustrates "The Mercurymen"]

Galaxy Publishing Corp. / USA 1965

ex libris MTP

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"John the Baptist appeared, preaching in the desert of Judea

and saying, "Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand!"

It was of him that the prophet Isaiah had spoken when he said:

A voice of one crying out in the desert,

Prepare the way of the Lord,

make straight his paths.

John wore clothing made of camel's hair

and had a leather belt around his waist.

His food was locusts and wild honey.

At that time Jerusalem, all Judea,

and the whole region around the Jordan

were going out to him

and were being baptized by him in the Jordan River

as they acknowledged their sins.

 

When he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees

coming to his baptism, he said to them, "You brood of vipers!

Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?

Produce good fruit as evidence of your repentance.

And do not presume to say to yourselves,

'We have Abraham as our father.'

For I tell you,

God can raise up children to Abraham from these stones.

Even now the ax lies at the root of the trees.

Therefore every tree that does not bear good fruit

will be cut down and thrown into the fire.

I am baptizing you with water, for repentance,

but the one who is coming after me is mightier than I.

I am not worthy to carry his sandals.

He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire.

His winnowing fan is in his hand.

He will clear his threshing floor

and gather his wheat into his barn,

but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.""

– Matt 3:1-12, which is today's Gospel at Mass for the 2nd Sunday of Advent.

 

Fresco by Ghirlandaio in the Dominican church of Santa Maria Novella in Florence.

Religious sign along the PA Turnpike. I always wanted to take a photo of it and finally remembered too (at about 70 mph - I was a passenger).

De repente, nos podemos encontrar el típico acomodo de una cabeza con sus orejotas que nos recuerdan al conocido personaje.

 

Lobby Port Orleans Resort - Riverside

Es curioso cómo cambian los colores del bosque según la zona por la que pasas. De verdes y amarillos pasamos de repente a anaranjados y rojizos, y luego volveremos a los verdes y amarillos.

 

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Etxarri-Aranatz, Nafarroa.

Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord, and that he may send the Christ, who has been appointed for you--even Jesus. Act 3:19-20

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The Seed of Tauba

 

أسْتَغْفِرُ اللهَ رَبي مِنْ كُلِ ذَنبٍ

وَأتُوبُ إلَيهِ

 

I ask forgiveness of my sins from Allah who is my Lord

and I turn towards Him.

 

توبوا من ذنوبكم و سوء أدبكم

هذه التوبة غرسي في أرض قلوبكم بناء أبنيه عندكم،

أنقض بناء الشيطان

و أبن بناء الرحمن

و ألحقكم بمولاكم و ربكم عزوجل

 

“Repent for your misdeeds and your inappropriate regard!

This repentance is my seed in the soil of your hearts

so that I will make the foundation of a building for you.

I will demolish the building of Shaitaan

and make a building of Allah Ar Rahman

and I will make you rejoin with your Maula and Rabb, your Master

and your Lord, Exalted is His Majesty.”

Ghaus Pak (ra)

 

Ahmed Javaid Sahib had said that identifying flaws and shortcoming of character and behaviour were essential. Just identify them, he had said. I realized why the emphasis on the exercise was heavy.

 

From that identification by the aql to make disappear ignorance of one’s own self would follow remorse. It would be inevitable. At least for the person who might reflect truthfully on how that feature of their personality had come as an obstacle between them and their Lord.

 

From that regret would be expressed tauba. The repentance would ask, insist, of forgiveness. A prayer would be uttered. A dua would save the day!

 

Only days ago I had come across one of the most powerful verses around forgiveness. Giving it was truly Allah Al Ghaffar’s Declaration of love as well as mercy. The former was for His Love (salutations and greetings upon the Mercy of the Universe by His Lord of the Universe). The latter was for his enemies. For it was offered before it was asked for!

 

First Subhanahu said He wouldn’t destroy them whilst Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon Ar Rauf by Allah Ar Rauf) was amidst them even though that is what they deserved for rejecting him. A trial for them would become a trial for him. Instead then He would grant them leeway because they might seek forgiveness and so He would forgive them.

 

وَمَا كَانَ ٱللَّهُ لِیُعَذِّبَهُمۡ وَأَنتَ فِیهِمۡۚ

وَمَا كَانَ ٱللَّهُ مُعَذِّبَهُمۡ وَهُمۡ یَسۡتَغۡفِرُونَ

 

But Allah will not punish them while you (are) among them,

Allah will not punish them while they seek forgiveness.

Surah Al Anfal, Verse 33

 

Tafseer e Jilani

 

Wa ma kana Allahu li-yuaddibahum: And Allah has nothing to gain from punishing them, although they were deserving of intense punishment and an exemplary chastisement and destruction complete because of their refuting you and rejecting your Book…

 

Wa anta fi-him: whilst you are among them meaning that as long as you are among them and in their midst and in their places, then if Allah punished them, certainly it would afflict you like it would afflict them…

 

Wa: and if it became possible that We would choose you and save you in the moment of punishing them…

 

Ma kana Allahu mu’addibahum: Allah will still not punish them and will not intend to torment them and uproot them…

 

Wa hum yastaghfiroon: while they are supplicating before Him for forgiveness i.e. it is expected from them, despite their opposing imaan, faith that they might seek forgiveness in the future, unlike those nations who were destroyed before (because they would not ask for forgiveness ever).

 

It was extraordinary!

 

The Quran says that Subhanahu creates veils between Man and his heart when he is disobedient:

 

وَٱعْلَمُوٓا۟ أَنَّ ٱللَّهَ يَحُولُ بَيْنَ ٱلْمَرْءِ وَقَلْبِهِۦ

وَأَنَّهُۥٓ إِلَيْهِ تُحْشَرُونَ

 

And know that Allah comes between Man and his heart,

and that to Him you will be gathered.

Surah Al Anfal, Verse 24

 

Wa’lamo annallaha: And be certain that Allah Al Muttali’u, The Perfect Informer, who knows what is hidden in His Servants…

 

Yahoolu: diverts and creates an envelope…

 

Bayna al mar’ay: between Man, the one who has structured himself in a human skeleton, which is specific upon on the fixture of true balance…

 

Wa qalbihi: and his qalb, the Seat of Recognition within the heart, which encompasses within it Allah Al Haqq, The Truth who is Allah Al Munazza, The One Purified of all, free of being imprisoned, and Allah Al Mubri’o, The One Above Everything in being encompassed or in any limitation, (He creates between Man and his qalb) many veils.

 

So these veils and coverings always remain, hanging, between Man and his qalb, so the scent of love and closeness cannot reach him, that scent which is Al Muwaddi’, which leads towards fana, dissolution which results in baqa, everlastingness.

 

And this opening of the doors of Divine Love and Closeness is received only with ikhlas, sincerity, and tasleem, surrender and tafweed, submission and tawakkal, reliance and tabbattal, detachment and Tauheed Al Musqit, One-ness which makes drop everything extra.

 

Wa: And over all…

 

Annahu: Indeed, He…

 

Ilayhi: towards him, Subhanahu and no one else but Him, will rise the shadows in dissolution and will rise the invalid tangibles…

 

Tuhsharoon: gathered, returned like shadows return to the Creator of Shadows.

 

That was my favourite image of myself, being a shadow returning to the Creator of Shadows.

 

Each choice was like a road that had a fork in it. Even when it overtly seemed like there was no option. One path was always of obedience to the nafs and Shaitaan, the other to hear and answer the call of the one sent to teach as the guide, the warner, the witness, the bringer of glad tidings, the sun lit; Nabi Kareem, who Ghaus Pak (ra) calls Al Mazhar Al Ilahaya Az Zaati, the appearance of the Essence of The Divine.

 

He, who was Allah’s Jamaal, Beauty (Allah Al Jameel pours his greetings and salutations upon him and his family) was the only one for whom Subhanahu deliberately uses a verb (singular when the dual exists in Arabic) in the Quran so as to render them one and not two when it came to the invitation towards His Tauheed, His One-ness.

 

“Because the calling of the Rasool (peace be upon him and his family) is in fact the calling of Allah Al Haqq…”

 

‏يَٓأَيُّهَا ٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُوا۟ ٱسْتَجِيبُوا۟ لِلَّهِ وَلِلرَّسُولِ إِذَا دَعَاكُمْ لِمَا يُحْيِيكُمْ ‎

 

O you who believe!

Respond to Allah and His Messenger when he calls you to what gives you life.

Surah Al Anfal, Verse 24

 

Tafseer e Jilani

 

Then said Allah Subhanahu, as a call to the believers, as a reminder for them and as a teaching:

 

Ya ayyohalladina aamino: O ye who attained to faith, it is the requirement of your imaan, faith, to answer the Call of Allah and answer the call of His Rasool (peace be upon him and his family)…

 

Istajeebo lillahe: respond to Him, be obedient to what is His Command and His Order and stay away from what He forbids…

 

Wa lir-Rasool: and His Rasool (peace be upon him and his family) adopt his sunnat, practice, and his adaab, manners and his ikhlaq, etiquette.

 

Ida da’akum: When he calls you, any one of them, because the calling of the Rasool (peace be upon him and his family) is in fact the calling of Allah Al Haqq…

 

Lima yuhhyeekum: because he gives you life-giving messages from the Al Aloom Ad Dineeya, knowledges of religion and Al Ma’aaraf Al Haqeeqa, the recognitions of the realities, bearing fruits of Mukashafaat, unveilings and Mushahidaat, witnessings which had become faded for the people who were on the right path and the ones on the wrong path, both (i.e. forgotten by them both and unclear for them).

 

Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon him and his family by their Lord God) was the reminder for all in the Universe. Those on the right path and those on the wrong. For both would forget again and again.

 

Ghaus Pak (ra) saying was the reason Rajab came into my focus last year. A 90 day cycle was unheard of in spirituality. 900 years of striving couldn’t ensure a result!

 

رجب شھر الزرع و شعبان شھر السقی و رمضان شھر الحصاد

و کل یحصد ما زرع و یجزی ما صنع

و من ضیع الزراعۃ ندم یوم حصادہ و احلف ظنہ مع سوء معادہ

 

Rajab is the month for sowing seeds, Sha’ban is the month for watering, and Ramadan is the month for reaping.

And all reap what they sow and will be rewarded for what they did.

And the one who wasted the (season of) planting regretted it on the day of harvest

and found it to be against what he thought would be the result.

 

Then the seeds had been about increased, never before performed, extra rituals of worship, nawafil. They were offered from the mind though, not the essence of my being, even though the intention to do them came out of a love for the Imam (as) in my heart.

 

This time I longed for my acts to be only be about adab and akhlaq, regard and manners, behaviour, character and morality.

 

Whether they were inspired by the most honoured Ahl e Bait, the family of Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon them by Subhanahu), his companions or his followers who became the Friends of Allah. For there was only one standard that was in replication anyway.

 

“Glory be to Allah, whose praise should precede every writing and every speech!

 

May the blessings of Allah rest upon Muhammad, His Prophet and His Apostle, and on his family and companions, by whose guidance error is escaped!”

 

Imam Al Ghazali (ra)

 

At first I wanted my seeds to come from what I had heard were the foundational traits of Nabi Pak (salutations and greetings upon his perfection of manner by his Lord who raised him and his family such):

 

Haya – modesty.

Sakha – generosity.

Murrawwat – affection.

Tawadda’a – humility.

 

All took their root in sincerity. That sincerity of obedience and surrender was expressed in perfection by one.

 

‏قُلْ إِنِّىٓ أُمِرْتُ أَنْ أَعْبُدَ ٱللَّهَ مُخْلِصًۭا لَّهُ ٱلدِّينَ ‎

 

Say, "Indeed, I, I am commanded that I worship Allah,

being sincere to Him in the religion.

 

Surah Az Zumar, Verse 11

 

Tafseer e Jilani

 

Then said Subhanahu, Exalted is He, commanding His Habeeb (salutations and greetings be upon him and his family by His Lord and His Angels) in order to guide him and to convey to His (other) ordinary worshippers, a thing He said that is specified for wisdom, a wisdom empty of the desires of the nafs of showing-off (of the self), only and only for wishing well and perfection (for others);

 

Qul: Say O Messenger who completes Messenger-hood (peace be upon you)…

 

Inni umirtu: Indeed I have been ordered from My Lord…

 

An a’buda Allaha: that I worship Allah as is His Right to be worshipped and be obedient to Him as His Right to be obeyed…

 

Mukhlisal lahu deen: bringing sincerity into the religion and offering surrender from myself in such a way that I make both, my obedience with sincerity and my surrender with sincerity, the means of reaching Him.

 

So that I gain recognition of Him as is His Right to be recognized and He pours upon my heart the purified waters of His Tauheed, One-ness and His Karamat, His Honour.

Waters from seas sweet!

 

But then Ghaus Pak (ra) told me what the seed should be. It was a seed of tauba.

 

“Repent for your misdeeds and your inappropriate regard!

This repentance is my seed in the soil of your hearts

so that I will make the foundation of a building for you.

I will demolish the building of Shaitaan

and make a building of Allah Ar Rahman

and I will make you rejoin with your Maula and Rabb, your Master

and your Lord, Exalted is His Majesty.”

 

If I chose repentance, then the seed wouldn’t even be mine. He had promised that he would become the seed. In the soil of my own heart. Shaitaan would lose influence over me as just he did over Amir Muawia (ratu). My remorse, my regret at all times would protect me from him.

 

The watering of that seed happens in Shabaan. It is the month that Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon his mercy upon us and his family’s) calls his own. So I thought that perhaps he, himself, would be the water that is poured on that seed.

 

Like rain that Subhanahu describes thus:

 

Anzalna: We sent down from the Station of Our Generosity…

Mina: from…

 

As Sama’i ma’an tahooran: the skies, rain pure, utmost in purity, highest, extreme in its purpose (of purification).

 

The month of Ramadan, Subhanahu calls His Own. Fasting is for Him. It is the only ritual for which He makes Himself the reward. Could it be His Qurb?

 

It was making sense why Ghaus Pak (ra) only mentioned one seed and no other. In my spiritual journey that I write about incessantly, one thing had made crystal clear these past months. The relationship between possibilities and shirrk, the intertwining of taqwa and tauba.

 

What had been in my control all along, in all of my decisions, was the exercising of the don’ts. I did things because I didn’t want to do them anymore. I didn’t want to do them because I started to care about the consequences, the most imperative of which became Subhanahu’s Displeasure, His Ghadab. That only came because when the first time I was terrified of my Master’s displeasure. Before that I was unaware of the gravity of my actions careless about their consequences, forgetting both. I was ghafil.

 

The connection between taqwa and tauba, then I learnt, is that one lies within the other. From the refrain follows naturally the repentance for not doing it earlier. It comes because the forgiveness of Subhanahu is a “breeze of good news and glad tidings and spirituality.”

 

The Chosen Ones, the Extraordinary, they live in a state of tauba from the start. It in kneaded in their essence.

 

Ghaus Pak: “The one who was loved by Allah from the beginning, He makes them pure in the world from that which might distract him even for a single moment from His Being.”

 

The ordinary reach it by way of mindfulness.

 

قُلۡ یَـٰعِبَادِ ٱلَّذِینَ ءَامَنُوا۟ ٱتَّقُوا۟ رَبَّكُمۡۚ

 

Say, "O My Servants those who attained to faith!

Be mindful of your Lord.”

Surah Az Zumar, Verse 10

 

Tafseer e Jilani

 

Qul: Say, Ya Akmal Ar Rusul (Allah sends blessings and salutations upon you since the beginning of Creation till the end), O Messenger who completes the Messenger-hood, give this message on Our Behalf, calling out to the selected sincere amongst my Servants…

 

Ya ibadi: O My Worshippers, by attaching them with His Essence making them special and honouring them…

 

Alladina aamano: those who attained to faith from amongst you in the One-ness of My Essence and My Appearance according to My Affairs and My Ever changing-ness in accordance with My Names and Attributes, the requirement of your faith is taqwa, mindfulness from the demands of your desires…

 

Ittaqu Rabbukum: be conscious of your Lord and stay away from what is forbidden by Him and what He has ordered prevented for you and characterize yourself with His Commands and know that He…

 

Stay away…from the forbidden, the prevented. It was a don’t!

It made me remember the beginning of the Quran. The second line of Al Baqarah. It said in total clarity; the Book was only a guidance for the one who was Muttaqi, who were conscious of being seen by Him at all times and therefore exercised restraint.

 

Since the verses in the Quran appear in the order of importance, in terms of a ranking it seemed to be; seeking refuge from Shaitaan, then praise of Subhanahu, the expression of gratitude, a supplication (all in Surah Fateha) and then taqwa, being in a constant state of mindfulness of Him. The start of Al Baqarah.

 

ذَٰلِكَ ٱلۡكِتَـٰبُ لَا رَیۡبَۛ فِیهِۛ هُدࣰى لِّلۡمُتَّقِینَ

 

That (is) the book, there is no doubt in it, it is a guidance for the ones conscious of Allah.

Surah Al Baqarah, Verse 2

 

Tafseer e Jilani

 

Dalika al Kitab-u: That is the Book لَّا یَأۡتِیهِ ٱلۡبَـٰطِلُ مِنۢ بَیۡنِ یَدَیۡهِ وَلَا مِنۡ خَلۡفِهِۦۖ falsehood cannot approach it (the Quran) from before or from behind. The levels of its exaltedness are far from comprehension. It is the gatherer of the ranks of the Exalted Names and Attributes in the Realms of the Unseen and Seen. It is gradually revealed upon your qalb, O Akmal Ar Rusul, O Messenger who completes the Messenger-hood (salutations and greetings upon you and your family by your Lord), compiling in totality the order of the creation of the Universe from the beginning till the end, such that there is no inconsistency in it at all…

 

La raiba fihi: (such that) there is no possibility of doubt in it because, indeed, it is revealed from Us, its words and its meanings.

 

Words: Ghaus Pak (ra) means that they make helpless the most prominent of the orators and the most famous of the well-spoken from competing with the shortest verse of it, even though their claims were boastful.

 

Where as the meaning, it is inclusive of the totality of all the states of realities seen and secrets unseen, which were and which will be in both the worlds, this and the next and it is not possible to know it (that totality) and describe what all is in it, in terms of its wonderful patterns, except for the one who is the knower of the Unseen.

 

And We only sent it upon you, O one who is deserving of the matter of Messenger-hood and Vice-regency, so you (salutations and blessings upon your qalb that receives and reveals the Quran) can guide by it towards the Ocean of Divine Reality and you can guide through it also the one who is obedient to you from the ones who are walking in bewilderment in the wilderness of being astray, because in it…

Huda-n: is guidance, great…

 

Lil Muttaqeen: for the ones who safe-guard with compliance to His Commands and avoid what He disallows for their selves from the impurities of sins forbidden with true purification and a reaching towards the real rank and destination.

 

Safe-guards, avoids, disallows – don’ts!

 

I could not become grateful. I could only decide I didn’t want to be ungrateful. I could not become generous. I could only decide not to be a miser. I could not decide I will be patient. I could only decide I didn’t want to be impatient. I couldn’t decide to be selfless. I could only want to not be selfish. I couldn’t become sensitive. I could just desire to not be insensitive. Even in rituals, I could not decide to pray the two

Sunnah of Fajr without fail. I could only intend to not miss it.

Each time I exercised a don’t, mindful of it, conscious of it like the Imam Ghazali (ra) became, in my being rather than my mind, I reaped a fruit. I was rewarded for the taqwa, for the restraint. When I failed in the don’t, I felt regret.

 

The best example of in following something Maula e Kayinaat (as) said which was also the most difficult. “Even if a man came to you riding on a red camel (the most expensive of the time) and asks you for something, don’t let him leave empty handed.”

 

He said empty handed for us. He probably gave the man everything he possessed!

 

I could not tell myself to always say yes to everyone who asked me for money. That would never happen. My nafs, which I trained to be a miser, would never allow it. Most often I found that when I didn’t give many people anything at all I thought nothing of it.

 

But if I consciously decided I didn’t want to say no to anyone, then I would at least always give them something. A little, a lot, something. Why? Because the promise was to myself. If I broke it, I was a liar. If I didn’t, I felt remorse. If for nothing else, then for being a liar.

 

Any change that came within me was the fruit of emulating a practice of Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon him and his beloved family) or a Prophet (as) or a Friend of God (ra). Because they did it and they told me to do it. They told me how to do it. When I connected the act with them, the manner of executing it became “excellent.”

 

It came with ease.

 

فَأَمَّا مَنۡ أَعۡطَىٰ وَٱتَّقَىٰ

وَصَدَّقَ بِٱلۡحُسۡنَىٰ

فَسَنُیَسِّرُهُۥ لِلۡیُسۡرَىٰ

 

Then as for (him) who gives and is mindful,

and believes in the best,

then We will ease him towards the ease.

Surah Al Layl, Verses 5-8

 

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Fa amma man aa’ta: So as for the one who gives from that which he was given from Al Haqq from rizq, sustenance, in (both) form and meaning, along with khushu, humility and khudu, submission and khuloos, sincerity, of intention and inner most feelings and different kinds of obedience and worship commanded for him…

 

Wa attaqa: and is mindful in totality of that which is forbidden and that which is prohibited about which Allah’s warnings of restraint have come in them…

 

Wa saddaqa bil husna: and he affirms the limitless demands of the Names of Allah and the effects of His Exalted Attributes which can never be counted and never be enumerated…

 

Fa sanuyassirruhu: then We will prepare for him and give him ability…

 

Lil yusra: for ease towards the way, which is easy, connecting towards the goal of Tauheed, One-ness and Ma’rifa, Divine Recognition, that brings deliverance from the darkness of doubts and the shadows of paranoia.

 

Tauba was my wish to not be the same person. It was my wish that I was dying to change. It was my reward for being forgiven.

  

Forgiveness

 

قَالَ رَبِّ إِنِّی ظَلَمۡتُ نَفۡسِی فَٱغۡفِرۡ لِی فَغَفَرَ لَهُۥۤۚ

إِنَّهُۥ هُوَ ٱلۡغَفُورُ ٱلرَّحِیمُ

 

He, the Prophet Musa (as) said, "My Lord! Indeed, I [I] have wronged my soul, so forgive me."

Then He, Subhanahu, forgave him.

Indeed He, He (is) the Oft-Forgiving, the Most Merciful.

Surah Al Qasas, Verse 16

 

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Qala: He said, the Prophet Musa (as), in humility before Allah Al Haqq, returning to Him, repentant of that which happened from him, pleading with Him with only regret…

 

Rabbi: O my Lord who raises me with the different kinds of Lutf, Affection and Karam, Generosity between me and my enemy and purifies me from the distress that is causing me suffering xxx by the demand of Your Jood, Your Bounty…

 

Inni: Indeed, I, with the steps taken in this matter loathsome…

 

Dalamtu nafsi: wronged my own self and offer it to you for Your Punishment because of the exiting from the demands of Your Boundaries by the killing of this man without the permission of the Shari’a…

 

Faghfir li: so forgive me, O my Lord, my sin after that I repented before you and returned to you from my sin, remorseful and seeking refuge, towards Your Door, returning…

 

Faghafara lahu: so his Lord forgave him his sin after he returned to him sincerely…

 

Innahu huwa al Ghafoor-u: Indeed, He is Al Ghafoor, The Forgiver of all sins of His Servants after they returned to him, in humility, disappointed, as losers…

 

Ar Rahim: He is Merciful for them accepting their tauba, repentance, after they were sincere in it and after he repented and returned about what was they did in error.

 

Ahmed Javaid Sahib said in a lecture once that a relationship loses its meaning when the emotion attached to it disappears. It is the emotion that defines the rights and duties attached to any bond between two people. With a younger person, its shafqat, kindness. With an older its ehtaram, respect. With a contemporary, its muhabbat, love.

 

Hence, he says, the absence of the emotion makes it devoid of ehsaas, feeling. Then it is simply rendered to be a delusion. It has no existence. It bears no reality.

 

It made sense. That was why extreme carelessness and indifference, total unawareness could come to exist in behaviour. No matter how paramount the relationship. Why akhlaq experienced sudden death in relationships that should have been life-long. There was no longer a fear of consequence from displeasing the other. The relationship being void of emotion is what allowed that indifference.

 

What kills emotion? I don’t know. So I asked Qari Sahib.

 

He told me this, “The first thing is that Allah Subhanahu places the inclination for another in one’s heart. It cannot be created. It cannot be caused. When it is pure, it is a blessing and it is endowed. It is the people themselves that make the feeling leave.

 

One reason is the tongue and what comes forth from it. That is from the prodding of Shaitaan in terms of anger etc. Another is lust that corrupts that feeling. For the world or others in relationships which are forbidden. Again Shaitaan.

The other even more important reason emotions become numb, appear dead is ingratitude.”

 

The effect of the blessing had to appear, be seen.

 

If you hide the blessings from Allah Azzo Jal and did not express gratitude for it, He will sieze it from you.

 

Those who were in a state of mindfulness of their akhlaq, its effect on others, taufeeq, ability, was granted. They became of the Saliheen; the ones who corrected and reformed themselves.

 

It was perfectly expressed in the prayer of the Prophet Yusuf (as) that I had been saying for months not realizing the effect it was having on my life:

 

تَوَفَّنِى مُسْلِمًۭا وَأَلْحِقْنِى بِٱلصَّلِحِينَ ‎ رَبِّ

 

Cause me to die as a Muslim, and join me with the righteous."

Surah Yusuf, Verse 101

 

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Then prayed Hazrat Yousuf (as) for himself and he said softly to his Lord, a prayer, that uttered from him only with wisdom, intellect and reasoning, with his invocation:

 

Rabbi: O my Lord who raises me, by Your Unmerited Affection and Your Bounty, with different kinds of guidance and favour that you have granted me…

…

Tawwafini: Make me die and take my soul…

 

Muslim-an: surrendering, entrusting all my matters to you…

 

Walhiqni: and enjoin me, with Your Special Favour…

 

Bi saliheen: with the righteous ones who are the ones who reformed their selves in this life and the Hereafter until they achieved success from You with the honour of meeting You.

 

The same blessed Prophet who taught me that self-deceit would only yield me living like the dead. Unable to see, unable to hear. Veil upon veil upon veil. I had to stop absolving my nafs, no matter the circumstance. It was

 

Shaitaan’s trap: “rationalizations.” In any situation with anyone, I had to take its failing upon my self. Regardless of who did what. Regardless of innocence and guilt.

No one offered the proof of that like Sayyadna Yusuf (as).

 

‏ وَمَآ أُبَرِّئُ نَفْسِىٓ ۚ

إِنَّ ٱلنَّفْسَ لَأَمَّارَةٌۢ بِٱلسُّوٓءِ إِلَّا مَا رَحِمَ رَبِّىٓ ۚ

إِنَّ رَبِّى غَفُورٌۭ رَّحِيمٌۭ ‎

 

"And yet I am not trying to absolve myself.

Indeed, the nafs Ammara is a certain inciter of evil,

unless my Lord bestows Mercy.

Indeed, my Lord (is) Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful."

Surah Yusuf, Verse 53

 

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The he, Hazrat Yusuf (as) said:

 

Wa ma ubarri’o: And I do not absolve and do not justify…

 

Nafsi: my nafs, my self, from furataat, excessiveness and ghafalaat, forgetfulness and shameful thoughts and repulsive deeds according to the demands of the organs of lust and animalistic desires and how can I absolve myself and justify it?

 

Inna an nafsa: Indeed the nafs, the base self, that has been embodied in the nature of human beings…

 

La-Ammaarat-un: the forceful commanding of which is by its nature towards …

 

Bis su’: wrong-doing and fasaad, corruption and its focus upon that whenever it’s free and is its nature…

 

Illa ma rahima Rabbi: except for the one upon whom is bestowed the Mercy of my Lord i.e. Allah protects that nafs by His Endless Mercy and Affection from its transgressions and the whisperings of Satan towards it.

 

Inna Rabbi: Indeed my Lord, who has raised me with safeguarding from sin and with virtuousness…

 

Ghafoor-an: is All Forgiving of that which has happened from me from the occurences of my nafs…

 

Raheem-un: is All Merciful. He bestows Mercy towards me with His Fazal, Bounty and He preserves me with His Lutf, Kindness, from those things that make me distant from His Kunuf, Protection and His Jawaar, Safety.

 

The idea of focusing upon what not to do yielded a revelation. What applies to my own self also applied to a relationship with another.

 

If there was a problem that emerged in it I should not focus on what I could do but rather on what I should NOT do. The first took its root in desperation. The overtures, when unreturned, caused heartache and agonizing disappointment. The doing of the action caused the birth of hope that it would be reciprocated. It created the expectation that it would be noticed, appreciated.

 

I knew the drill. It would begin with me thinking of myself as “good” courtesy of Shaitaan’s imprisoning of my nafs with that whispering. Never would I reach the realization that my expectation of an outcome, of a change in another, was the cardinal sin; shirrk!

 

I had just experienced that with the young man in Karachi with whom I exercised patience simply but vowing not to be impatient. With a prayer, calling upon Subhanahu as my Musta’aan as did Hazrat Yaqoub (as) and leaving the matter with Him for resolve.

 

Along side the dua I practiced the attribute of murrawwat from the akhlaq from the blessed person who Allah’s Beloved (salutations and greetings upon the one declared the guide of the Universe by Allah Al Hadi). His instruction to not demean others publicly. There was no one else from the world then left in the equation. It was me, my guide and my Lord.

 

Then ability was granted. The nafs could not grant ability. It only stoked its egoism when it took on missions. Ability was only granted by Allah Al Mutawaffiq, The Granter of taufeeq. Sometimes it arrived with simply a tear that held in it helplessness. In the utterance of a prayer in the words of the Chosen!

 

Every time my nafs tried to do something good, it lasted but for a short time. Then I regressed. My qalb changed and then changed back again. What promised steadfastness, stability was up to The Divine. Hence the prayer of Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon his heart):

 

يَا مُقَلِّبَ الْقُلُوبِ ثَبِّتْ قَلْبِي عَلَى دِينِكَ ‏

 

O Changer of Hearts forever changing!

Make my qalb steadfast upon your religion.

 

When I pondered upon Ghaus Pak (ra) being the seed in my heart I felt overwhelmed. Who would have thought my heart would one day become hallowed ground!

 

The blessed of Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon that name) only appears in the Quran four times. When I came across an instance in writing this piece where it did, I was excited to study the context of its appearance.

 

وَٱلَّذِینَ ءَامَنُوا۟ وَعَمِلُوا۟ ٱلصَّـٰلِحَـٰتِ وَءَامَنُوا۟ بِمَا نُزِّلَ عَلَىٰ مُحَمَّدࣲ وَهُوَ ٱلۡحَقُّ مِن رَّبِّهِمۡ كَفَّرَ عَنۡهُمۡ سَیِّءَاتِهِمۡ وَأَصۡلَحَ بَالَهُمۡ

 

And those who believe and do righteous deeds, and believe in what is revealed to Muhammad (salutations and greetings upon him and his deeds),

and it (is) the truth from their Lord,

He will remove from them their misdeeds, and relieve their concerns.

Surah Muhammad, Verse 2

 

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Walladina aamano: And those who attained to imaan, faith in Allah and in His Rasool (salutations and greetings upon him and his honoured family by their Lord)…

 

Wa: and along with that…

 

Aamilo salihaat: do righteous deeds persistently, that create closeness for them with Allah…

 

Wa aamilu ala bima nuzzila ala Muhammad: and believe in what was revealed upon Muhammad (salutations and greetings upon his blessed name) i.e. in the totality of what has been revealed to him…

 

Wa: and they attest to all that is descent upon him…

 

Huwa al haqq: it is the truth, truthful according to the happenings, (the truth that is) descending…

 

Mir Rabbihim: from their Lord, without doubt and confusion…

 

Kaffara: He erases and removes…

 

Anhum: from them, Subhanahu…

 

Sayyiatihim: their bad deeds i.e. their consequences and their punishment from them…

 

Wa aslaha: and He reforms what was attached to them (those sinful deeds), and He changes the consequences that follow…

 

Baalahum: in their states of being i.e. He makes their states the best in religion and in the world according to the measure of this world and the Hereafter and He compensates them with the best of rewards.

 

Wa aslaha: He, Subhanahu, reforms…

 

The definition of aslaha, to reform, was different when it was Subhanahu doing the reforming for His Servant. It was the reward of deeds that were mindful of disobedience, thus allowing closeness. It was the reward of believing in His Seal of Prophet-hood (salutations and greetings upon his noor). Sins would be erased, their consequences would be removed, they would change so that states changed. To become the best!

 

Subhan Allah!

 

One page that would keep opening for me at the shrines was from the end of Surah Al Mo’minoon. It was always the last page. I kept translating different verses from it until I reached the last verse. It was a supplication that Subhanahu was teaching His Beloved (salutations and greetings upon the mercy of the Universe and his blessed family by His Lord Ar Raheem).

 

It became my dua!

 

وَقُل رَّبِّ ٱغۡفِرۡ وَٱرۡحَمۡ وَأَنتَ خَیۡرُ ٱلرَّٰحِمِینَ

 

And say, "My Lord! Forgive and have mercy,

and You are the Best of those who show mercy."

Surah Al Mo’minoon, Verse 118

 

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Wa: And after that Subhanahu made it certain, the success for the Mo’mineen, the believers, Al Muwwahideen, who are certain in the One-ness of Allah, in the beginning of this Surah and He deprived the Kafireen, the deniers of truth, Al Mushrikeen, the ones who associate others with Allah in the end (of the Surah)…

 

Qul: Say O Akmal Ar Rusul, O Messenger who completes the Messenger-hood (greetings and salutations upon him and his family by His Allah who loves him), educating everyone who considers you his leader and follows in your footsteps and warning them as well of this and reminding them…

 

Rabbi: O my Lord, who raised me by your Kunf, Protection and Jawar, Safe Guarding…

 

Ighfir: forgive me and hide for me my selfish, egoistic self from my inner eyes…

 

Warham: and have mercy upon me by the negation of the essence of my nature and dissolve it in Your Essence.

 

Wa anta: And You with Your Essence and Your Names and Your Attributes…

 

Khair ur Rahimeen: are the Best of the Merciful, who are also demands of Your Attributes and reflections of Your Names and everything is with You and from You and there is no one who is Merciful except You and there is no Lord for me other than You.

 

For the first time I noticed that ask did not have in it a time frame. It was a plea for now as well as the Day of Judgement. It was a plea for now!

 

Normally in my translations of the tafseer of the verses, Qari Sahib and I never got into how Ghaus Pak (ra) starts and ends the exegesis of each Surah. There would be the opening section addressing the ones especially chosen by Allah Subhanahu. At the end would then be a section addressing the ordinary.

 

For some reason, Qari Sahib sent me the closing section of Surah Al Mo’minoon and we translated it.

 

Khatim as Surah – Al Mo’minoon

 

“O Muhammadi (his servant)! Upon you, as Al Mutahaqqiq, the one steadfast upon the station of worship, is compulsory this prayer (above) which you were made to hear by Allah Al Haqq through the tongue of your Prophet (greetings and salutations upon him and his family O Beloved by your Lord who chose his words) and be forever in its utterance, especially in your seclusion and after your prayers, determined upon it, holding on to this firmly.

 

Hear this prayer with acceptance and willingness until it becomes rooted in your heart and be trained in it till your state speaks through it without help from your tongue.

 

And when you are certain and settled in this rank, you will have completed the station of worship.

 

So for you, after that the progression of your worship is perfected by taufeeq, ability, granted from Allah and love from Him (you will reach) towards the rank of dissolution in Allah and being everlasting in His Permanence.

 

And this will not be completed except by the disappearance of your nature and vanishing of your personality and your being (an ordinary) human, until it is dropped from you, your personality completely and your individuality is dissolved overall.

 

And at this point you will be successful by how much you will be fated in success and you will reach what you are ordained to reach and there is no purpose except Allah and no end except Him.

 

It was comforting that all I had to do is bring a verse in to my state. Be in synch with the ask in it with the sincerity of my heart. That was easy; I awaited forgiveness. I was desperate for my selfish ego to be hidden from me. I wanted my tabyat, the acquired nature to be dissolved, to entirely disappear.

I memorized the prayer and its utterance came forth from my tongue through my days and in my nights.

 

The other prayer that had impacted my life had come by way of Imam Zain ul Abedin (as). After I had heard that his prayers “are the saplings for nisbat, association, with Nabi Pak’s (salutations and greetings upon him and his family by Allah Al Wudood) duas, I asked Qari Sahib if he had the book mentioned in the lecture; It was called Saheefa e Sajjadia.

He did and he sent it to me. It was in pdf format. I could barely read anything, the print was so small. I decided to do what I always do. Go to a random page and see what came up for me.

 

Almost all the prayers were long spanning several lines on an entire page. On the one I landed, the title was “The prayer for his own self and his loved ones in his family and his friends.”

On the translated Urdu page was a paragraph break. The first line of that paragraph was the supplication I picked and it was this:

 

اللَّهُمَّ أَغْنِنَا عَنْ هِبَةِ الْوَهَابِيْنَ بِهِبَتِكَ،

وَاكْفِنَا وَحْشَةَ الْقَاطِعِين بِصِلَتِكَ،

حَتّى لا نَرْغَبَ إلَى أحَد مَعَ بَذْلِكَ،

وَلاَ نَسْتَوْحِشَ مِنْ أحَد مَعَ فَضْلِكَ

 

Allahuma aghnina an hibbat il wahhabiyaani bi-hibatika

wakfina wahshat-il qaatiyeena bi silatika hatta la narghaba ila ahdim ma’ bi-dalika

wa la nastauhisha min ahdim ma’ fadlika

 

My first focus was upon the words that took their root in the Exalted Names of Allah. One was in the 99, Al Ghani. I looked up the exact meaning to understand the plea. What was I asking for myself when I said, ‘Aghnina - Make us ghani…?’

 

Ghani: From the root gha-noon-yeh which has the following classical Arabic connotations: to be free from wants or needs, to be self-sufficient, independent, to be able to do without help from others, to be content, satisfied, flourishing.

 

The other Beautiful Name was Al Kafi also meaning The Sufficient One as in He is Sufficient for all His Servants’ needs.

 

O Lord!

 

Make us free of the need of being gifted by others with only being granted by You

and make us self-sufficient from being melancholy because of the cutting off of ties by

others with the attachment of Your Being,

until we do not ask anything from anyone else because of it (that Gifting and Attachment)

and we do not ever feel the misery of loneliness because of anyone as a resut of Your Bounty upon us.

 

Ameen summa Ameen summa Ameem

 

I felt elated!

 

The universality of the prayers of Subhanahu’s Chosen always touched my heart. The pronoun was always, without fail, “us.” The words would be spoken by one but it would be asked for all of Mankind. No one was left outside. Everybody was included in the circle of humanity.

 

There is no such thing as coincidence in Islam. Everything is in the Knowledge of Allah Al Aleem. Where we land is a function of our choices, courtesy of our free will. Those choices are ours. The outcome is just pre-known and recorded in the Lauh e Mahfooz, the Tablet of Fate. That is what the Arif is gifted access to. All he has to do is glance at it whenever he wishes for anyone.

 

Imam Zain ul Abedin’s (as) prayer was a God-send, there is no doubt about that. I started memorizing it in Arabic. My need was certainly captured in it perfectly. Other cutting off ties suddenly appeared like a blessing instead of a trial. The closing of doors was necessary, as Ghaus Pak (ra) had said, for the Greatest Door of Subhanahu to open.

 

A mushrik would never be allowed any nearness at all. A person with ugly manners would never come close to it. Those people who were mean to me were making me in turn be mean to them. I hated that the most about being around them. The sarcasm that would spill from my tongue, the barbs impolite, the impatience rude. It was a nightmare. That a month ago my nafs, knowing that would be its behaviour, still pined for!

 

The thing about truth is that whenever it appears it challenges the status quo, whatever it might be. That is the Sunnah of Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon him and his family and those who gained imaan, faith, by bowing in obedience to him. Love is the purest form of truth. That is why the rank of the beloved is the highest in the rungs of spirituality.

 

Al Fath Ar Rabbani:

 

“You are not of the ones who are without fear (as in the ones who don’t feel it) because without deed, the rote memorization of knowledge is all you possess. Therefore you cannot be an inheritor of the Prophets. Their inheritance only comes from knowledge and deed accompanied by sincerity.

 

Be in a state of awareness of your station and do not move towards that which is has not been apportioned for you.

 

Be in agreement with that has been destined for you by Allah Azzo Jal in your fate. If you do that, for sure, He will grant you ability and bestow kindness upon you and lift the burdens from your head and will treat you with an attitude of softness in this world and the Hereafter.”

 

A promise!

 

“When the imaan, the faith, of the Mo’min, the believer, becomes strong only then he is given the title of Sahib e Iqaan, the person of certainty. When that iqaan becomes strong, he is called the Arif, the one who knows Allah. When his knowledge becomes strong, he is named Muhibb, the lover. And when that love becomes steadfast, he is called the Mehboob, the beloved.”

 

Each time love appeared in my life, it forced me to change. Luckily I submitted to that change because I loved love. It’s swooning effect, its joy, its appearance. Even when later it almost always turned out to be an illusion. I was always overcome by it so I had no interest in preserving whatever version of myself I was then. I was in submission to it.

 

Yet I practiced my faith taking submission to my Lord who created me for granted. Even though it always formed the first layer of my identity.

 

I started reading about my faith fervently in my 30s but nothing changed in my behaviour till I went to Iraq. Till I went to Imam Ali (as), the Door of the City of Knowledge. That’s why I tell anyone and everyone I care for. If they want a relationship with Allah and His Beloved (salutations and greetings upon him and his family eternally) that possesses in it an ever evolving truth, an appearance before Maula e Ali (as) is the first step. It is incumbent.

 

He is the one who opens the door for knowledge to meet deed.

 

Rajab is his month. As I pray my new-found prayers, I wish for my identity to be shed and my states to be altered in it.

 

Forever!

 

I couldn’t help but think that I was brought full circle to a beginning. A thought that began in Damascus on the roof of a hotel, staring at a mountain was meant to show me that my thoughts, almost of them were mere imkaan, possibilities.

 

Each one reflected the state of my heart which was like a cupboard stacked with idols of hopes and statues of expectations. All of which were coated in ill-will. Both were flip sides of the same coin of shirrk!

 

And only two broke idols. Then or now!

 

As recorded by Allama Haysmi (ra) in Majma’ az Zawaid:

Imam Ali (as) narrates: “I accompanied Rasool Allah (salutations and greeting upon him and his family) until we reached the Ka’aba. Then Rasool Allah (salutations and greeting upon him and his family) stood upon my shoulders.

I tried to stand up and Rasool Allah (salutations and greeting upon him and his family) felt the weakness in me so he said, “Sit.”

 

I sat and he came down and said again, “You stand upon my shoulders,” so I climbed his shoulders and stood up.

 

Then I felt that if I wanted to, I could hold onto the edges of the sky.

 

I reached upwards inside the Ka’aba and there was a statue there of copper and bronze. I started taking it apart from the left and the right and from the front and back, until I had successfully dismantled it.

 

Nabi Kareem (salutations and greeting upon him and his family most eminent in the blessings of Allah) said, “Throw it,” so I threw it. Then I broke it into pieces the way glass is broken into pieces. Then I descended and he and I left the Ka’aba without coming across anyone.”

 

Only two are our friends.

 

‏إِنَّمَا وَلِيُّكُمُ ٱللَّهُ وَرَسُولُهُۥ وَٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُوا۟ ٱلَّذِينَ يُقِيمُونَ ٱلصَّلَوٰةَ وَيُؤْتُونَ ٱلزَّكَوٰةَ وَهُمْ رَكِعُونَ ‎

 

Your only ally is Allah and His Messenger, and those who believe, and those who establish prayer and give zakat and they are those who bow down in prayer.

Surah Al Maida’, Verse 55

 

Except that the verse was sent down in praise of one person’s deed:

 

“Huzoor Ghaus Pak (ra) says the verse is revealed for Maula Ali (may Allah gives honour to his countenance), when a beggar asked him (for alms) while he was in ruku’, bowing in prayer, and he loosened his ring so that it dropped (for him to take).”

 

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Then when Allah, Exalted is He, forbade the Mo’mineen from friendships with the Kuffar, the infidels, and love towards them and Allah, in emphasis, decided to inform them as to who is deserving of friendship and love and the reality of the two, He said…

 

Inna walliyyukum Allah: Indeed, Allah is your Friend, The One who is in charge of your matters as related to all kinds of ordinary love…

 

Wa Rasooluhu: and so is His Messenger (peace be upon him), who is His Vice-regent second to Him, also in charge…

 

Walladina aamino: and those who brought faith in Allah with a special love (extraordinary) because of their following the Prophet (peace be upon him) and they…

 

Alladina yuqeemoona: are the one who are forever…

As salat: in prayer that brings one close to Allah’s Essence…

And yu’toona az zakata: and they give charity which cleanses their batin, inner being, from focus on anything other than Allah…

 

Wa: in the state of…

 

Hum rak’ioon: bowing in their prayer.

 

The Imam’s prayer brought one closer to Allah’s Essence. The emulation of his charity cleansed the batin from shirrk.

 

The perfect manifestation of spirituality, jurisprudence, akhlaq – morality, character, behaviour, all stemmed from them and theirs. Whether they were the family and lineage by blood or companions or through the spiritual silsilas, all linked together in a chain from Master to disciple and so on.

 

One person of utmost importance before Subhanahu is Syeda Bibi Zainab (as). She was what made Damascus Paradise, the title given to the city by her beloved grand-father (salutations and greetings upon the life of the Universe and his honoured family) years before her entrance into it.

 

She was the reason the city was enclosed in a dome of Divine Mercy that brought souls into their most exalted state, Mutma’inna, effortlessly. I knew she was the reason that I was shown how that state of contentedness could come to exist elsewhere and everywhere, even for the ordinary.

 

That is what I realized from all the verses where Allah Al Muqtadir declares that He only does what He wills and nothing impedes in that.

 

He purifies whom He wills from Shaitaan.

 

وَلَكِنَّ ٱللَّهَ يُزَكِّى مَن يَشَآءُ ۗ

…but Allah purifies whom He wills.

Surah An-Nur, Verse 21

 

Wa lakinn Allah: But Allah Ta’ala, the One who manages the affairs of His Servants…

 

Yuzzaki: inserts sincerity and purifies them from the traps of Satan and his evil promptings…

 

Mayyasha: whom so ever He wills, by virtue of His Wisdom and His Control by which He forms the human being…

He guides and misguides who he wills as a function of their obedience to His Beloved (salutations and greetings upon him and his softness by his Lord who keep him and his family in His Eyes at all times):

 

فَإِنَّ ٱللَّهَ يُضِلُّ مَن يَشَآءُ وَيَهْدِى مَن يَشَآءُۖ

فَلَا تَذْهَبْ نَفْسُكَ عَلَيْهِمْ حَسَرَتٍۚ

 

For verily, Allah lets him go astray who wills to go astray, just as he guides him that wills to be guided.

Hence, O Allah’s Habeeb (salutations of peace be upon you and your family eternally),

don’t let your sorrow over them destroy you.

Surah Fatir, Verse 8

 

Fa Innallaha: The One who possess all Honour (Al-Mutazziz), who has Supreme Authority and Majesty, who controls all He wants…

 

Yudillu: He makes (some) wayward from the Path of Tauheed, according to His Wrath and according to His Majesty…

 

Mayya sha’: those of His Creation who are disobedient, sinking them in waywardness and making them lost…

 

Wa yahdi maayya sha’: and He guides and gives guidance (to others), for indeed, this is what is asked for as help by them first of all. This (Decision) is a function only and only of Allah’s Will and His Choice. Nothing is allowed to interrupt that or become involved in it in any way whatsoever.

 

Fa la tadhab nafsuka: So don’t exhaust yourself, O Beloved (peace be upon him), and don’t be a cause of your own extreme anguish and torment…

 

Alaihim: over the ones who are astray, though you love for them guidance and wish it for them…

 

Hasaraat: feeling sad for them and sorry for them, pining over this wish of yours for them again and again feeling that sorrow for them, layering grief upon grief because of their waywardness and refusal to accept guidance.

 

The exercise of my don’ts. That was the only hope for my obedience.

 

In repeating the meaning of the verse again Ghaus Pak (ra) says for emphasis:

 

“For that person who thinks his sin is goodness and thinks the deed is good for his nafs and believes it to be correct, all the time being unaware that it is in fact falsehood. This is the reason he has turned from the Right Path, thus totally distancing himself from guidance.

 

And you, O Beloved Messenger (peace be upon him) who completes The Message, will you torture yourself over them in sorrow wondering all the whole; “Why don’t they accept guidance and why don’t they bring faith?” Indeed, Allah makes astray those He wishes to make astray and guides those He wishes to guide. So don’t feel badly for them.”

 

The verses went on and on. In reference to every aspect of life. It was Subhanahu’s Will to bestow His Rahma, Mercy, Fazal, Bounty, Rizq, livelihood, Noor, His Light, Taqwa, His Consciousness. Darajaat, ranks of closeness leading to Him, Nasr, His Help, Huda, His Guidance, Sama’, inner hearing, Baseera, seeing from the eyes of the heart, Izza, honour in both the worlds upon whoever He wants, whenever He wishes. It was a sustenance complete, mental, emotional, physical, material and spiritual and it was for a person as well as their family.

 

If heaven and hell are states, as Iqbal says, hell is possibilities. Heaven is surrender.

 

Thus I come to await Rajab this year like no other month and the 13th like no other day I have ever waited for before. It will begin with asking Allah Al Haailo, The Only One who comes between, to be the barzakh, the separation of mercy between my states of being a Mo’min and my states of being a Kafir. I was both the seas, salty and sweet.

 

It will end with the last verse of Surah Al Baqarah, the series of prayers gifted to The Beloved (salutations and greetings upon him and his family who are the source of Allah’s Forgiveness in the Universe).

 

َعَن ابْن عَبَّاس قَالَ: بَيْنَمَا جِبْرِيلُ قَاعِدٌ عِنْدَ النَّبِيِّ صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ سَمِعَ نَقِيضًا مِنْ فَوْقِهِ فَرَفَعَ رَأْسَهُ فَقَالَ: «هَذَا بَابٌ مِنَ السَّمَاءِ فُتِحَ الْيَوْمَ لَمْ يُفْتَحْ قَطُّ إِلَّا الْيَوْمَ فَنَزَلَ مِنْهُ مَلَكٌ فَقَالَ هَذَا مَلَكٌ نَزَلَ إِلَى الْأَرْضِ لَمْ يَنْزِلْ قَطُّ إِلَّا الْيَوْمَ فَسَلَّمَ وَقَالَ أَبْشِرْ بِنُورَيْنِ أُوتِيتَهُمَا لَمْ يُؤْتَهُمَا نَبِيٌّ قَبْلَكَ فَاتِحَةُ الْكِتَابِ وَخَوَاتِيمُ سُورَةِ الْبَقَرَةِ لَنْ تَقْرَأَ بِحَرْفٍ مِنْهُمَا إِلَّا أَعْطيته» . رَوَاهُ مُسلم

 

Hazrat Ibn e Abbas (ratu) narrates:

 

Hazrat Gibrael (as) was sitting near the Prophet (salutations and greetings upon him and his family) when they heard a loud sound above them so they turned to look up and he said,

“This door has been opened for the first time in the skies and an angel has descended from it.”

 

Hazrat Gibrael (as) said, “This angel has not come to the Earth ever before.”

 

He, the angel, presented his salam and said, “Glad tidings come for you with two nur, Divine Lights, that have been sent only for you and not for any Prophet before you. Al Fatiha and the ending verses of Surah Al Baqarah.

 

Not will a word of them be uttered that will not be granted.

 

Rabbana…O my Lord who raises me with His Lutf, Affection and Fazl, Bounty…

 

رَبَّنَا لَا تُؤَاخِذۡنَاۤ إِن نَّسِینَاۤ أَوۡ أَخۡطَأۡنَاۚ

 

"Our Lord! (Do) not take us to task if we forget or we err.

Surah Al Baqarah, Verse 286

 

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Then when he pointed, Subhanahu, towards the secret behind obligations, He willed towards the performance of what was commanded to do, which is not possible except by His granting ability and a pulling from Him. For this purpose He has directed the dua, prayer and ista’anat, the asking of help and munajaat, the silent supplication in His Words:

 

Rabbana: O Our Lord, The One who raises us by His Lutf, Kindness, for the acceptance of Your Obligations (upon us) so we can reach towards the Atmosphere of Your Tauheed, One-ness and Your Glorification…

 

La tu-aakhid-na in naseena: do not take us to task for being forgetful about performing what You commanded us to do because of (the delusions of) our possibilities…

 

Au akhtaana: or our erring in it because of the lack of our understanding.

 

رَبَّنَا وَلَا تَحۡمِلۡ عَلَیۡنَاۤ إِصۡرࣰا كَمَا حَمَلۡتَهُۥ عَلَى ٱلَّذِینَ مِن قَبۡلِنَاۚ

رَبَّنَا وَلَا تُحَمِّلۡنَا مَا لَا طَاقَةَ لَنَا بِهِۦۖ

وَٱعۡفُ عَنَّا وَٱغۡفِرۡ لَنَا وَٱرۡحَمۡنَاۤۚ

أَنتَ مَوۡلَىٰنَا فَٱنصُرۡنَا عَلَى ٱلۡقَوۡمِ ٱلۡكَـٰفِرِینَ

 

And (do) not lay upon us a burden like that (which) You laid on those who (were) from before us.

Our Lord! [And] (do) not lay on us what we don’t have (the) strength (to bear).

And pardon us, and forgive us and have mercy on us.

You (are) our Protector, so help us against the people - [the] disbelievers.

 

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Rabbana wa la tahmil alayna isran: O Our Lord, do not lay upon us a burden of a veil thick and a curtain heavy which blinds the vision of Our quloob, the station within Our hearts that recognizes You, from the comprehension of Nur, the light of Your Tauheed, Your One-ness…

 

Kama hamalta-hu alladina min qabli-na Rabbana wa la tuhammil-na: the way you burdened the ones who came before us. Our Lord, do not burden us with the exhaustion of our ritualistic exercises and the hardships of obligations intensive due to the filth of imkaan, possibilities and ambiguities in relationships…

 

Ma la taqata lana bihi wa’fu: (exhaustion and hardship) that we don’t have the strength to bear and remove them, erase (them), by Your Favour…

 

An-na: for us (these burdens) from the demands of the characteristics of possibilities (in our nature)…

 

Waghfir lana: and forgive us i.e. conceal for us, O our Lord, our selfishness and ego-ism and the true nature of our personality from our own eyes….

 

Wa: and after that…

 

Irham-na: have mercy upon us with Your Mercy Expansive.

 

Anta Maulana: You are Our Lord and Master, The Controller of our blessings …

 

Fan sur na: so help us with your help and your succour so we can make well known Your Tauheed…

 

Ala qaum il Kafireen: against the nation of the deniers of truth and the ungrateful, As Saatireen, the ones covered by the haze of their false natures from the sun of the truth apparent on the horizon.

 

Ghaus Pak (ra) prays: Make us steadfast by Your Lutf, Affection and by Your Ultimate Truth and by Your Tauheed, One-ness, Ya Khair ul Nasireen, O Best of Helpers, Ya Hadi-il Muddaleen, O Guide of the Astray!

 

In another tradition by Imam Abd bin Hameed the incident of the descent of the blessed verses ends with the line: “When the angel Gibrael (as) read the last two verses of Surah Al Baqarah, Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon him and his family by his Lord who taught them prayers that bring us relief) said, “Ameen.”

 

In the echo of that “Ameen,” the one uttered by the Beloved of Allah Subhanahu (salutations or greetings upon his prayers and those of his blessed family’s prayers for us which are always answered by their Lord), “Ameen summa Ameena summa Ameen…”

 

رَبِّ ٱجۡعَلۡنِی مُقِیمَ ٱلصَّلَوٰةِ وَمِن ذُرِّیَّتِیۚ

رَبَّنَا وَتَقَبَّلۡ دُعَاۤءِ

رَبَّنَا ٱغۡفِرۡ لِی وَلِوَٰلِدَیَّ وَلِلۡمُؤۡمِنِینَ یَوۡمَ یَقُومُ ٱلۡحِسَابُ

 

My Lord! Make me an establisher (of) the prayer, and from my offsprings.

Our Lord! and accept my prayer.

Our Lord! Forgive me and my parents and the believers (on) the Day of Reckoning.

Surah Ibrahim, Verse 40-41

 

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Rabbi ja’alni muqeem as salati: O my Lord! Make me steadfast in prayer in the manner of khudu’, intense compliance (of the heart) and khushu’, submission and tabattal, devotion and ikhlas, sincerity…

 

Wa: and make…

 

Min zurriyati: from my offspring as well ones who are steadfast in it like the etiquettes mentioned previously.

 

Rabbana: O Our Lord! Respond to my supplication…

 

Wa taqabbal dua: and accept (my) prayer in my favour and in favour of my children.

 

Rabbana aghfir-li: O Our Lord, Forgive me by your Favour, for if You do not, I don’t have control for my self over harm or benefit…

 

Wa liwalidayya wa lil Mo’mineena: and forgive my parents and the believers, all of them, and forgive in accordance with the demands of your Jood, Generosity, my errors and their errors…

 

Youma yaqoom ul hisaab: on the Day of Reckoning when the Register of deeds will be opened and accountability be asked for everything which happened in sin.

 

Ameen!

 

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Heureux les repentants, les adorateurs, ceux qui proclament sa louange, accompagnée de pérégrination … Les continents eux aussi sont en pérégrination comme ce simple sur-vol d’une Méditerranée refermée et unifiée à l’époque d’un super-continent formé à la toute fin du Néoprotérozoïque, en l’occurrence: le fameux Gondwana.

 

Depuis, ce cher Adam est tombé de haut et il attend sagement pétrifié , le biceps saillant et portant sa Dame Nature. Eve initiale ISIS a vendu son corps pour des pommes…Alors, depuis on a inventé le paradis pour donner un sens à cette histoire perchée au balcon..

 

Il est notre guide aujourd'hui et sa vie reste dans nos moeurs. L'origine de cette zone de rencontre est sans doute imputable à un matérialisme exacerbé par le rationalisme qui prétend rattacher l'intelligence à la raison pure!

 

« Une personne doit se retirer et tu prendras sa place. Cette personne a été imprudente et doit laisser sa place à quelqu’un d’autre (toi). Pour lui, il n’est plus question d’être léger, alors que pour toi c’est tout le contraire, tu cesses de porter le poids de ta vie d'avant ».

 

Les pierres si bien assemblées forment son corps sous la lumière de la vérité ! Les deux fenêtres de son regard posé sur une façade blanche traduisent un visage immaculé dans la pureté du paysage libre. Le Ciel est peut-être un endroit idéal de la Terre? Ce monologue de voyage en digression sur la culture orientale passée par l’Inde puis la Chine et revient en virus sur la côte Méditerranéenne avec une paire de dés.

 

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Une charge. Sévère. Cinglante. Juridique mais aussi morale. Pendant près de quatre heures, les deux magistrats du parquet leur cible prioritaire, à la broyeuse. Contre un homme politique qu'ils accusent d'avoir « aggravé la déchirure du pacte républicain », contre un prévenu qu'ils dénigrent pour avoir servi au tribunal « une forme de mépris ou d'inconscience du bien commun » et qui a « préféré camper sur ses positions et s'enfermer dans ses dénégations », contre cet ancien Adam qui a « persisté dans un comportement lucratif et strictement contraire aux valeurs fondamentales »

 

Ils ont réclamé une peine « à la hauteur de la légitime exemplarité attendue d'un prétendant à la magistrature suprême ». A savoir porter sa peine nu face au public pour l'éternité.

 

Contre son épouse Eve, « victime consentante des agissements de son mari », il ont requis une pétrification. Figé sur la façade, le prévenu n'a pas eu un regard pour ses féroces contempteurs.

 

Un « cynisme » plusieurs fois fustigé

 

C'est donc à Adam, dont ils ont plusieurs fois fustigé le « cynisme » pour avoir régulièrement plaidé pour un contrôle strict des deniers publics, que les magistrats de l'accusation ont réservé leurs flèches ce mardi. Ils décrivent l'ancien locataire du Paradis comme un homme vénal qui a, dès le début de sa carrière, eu pour « habitude » de capter l'argent alloué par l'assemblée pour l'emploi des collaborateurs parlementaires, en embauchant son épouse Eve.

 

Pour le parquet, le caractère fictif de l'emploi de son épouse Eve comme assistante celeste entre 1998 et 2002 puis entre 2012 et 2013 ne fait aucun doute. Absent du balcon, l'un des deux compères de l'accusation, relève les différents « éléments troublants » du dossier : entre autres, l'absence de traces matérielles de la collaboration et le secret savamment entretenu autour de cet emploi. Le magistrat reprend une à une les différentes missions alléguées de Eve pour mieux les écarter. Eve tenant permanence au domicile privé du couple au paradis? « Invraisemblable ». Le traitement d'une partie du courrier au anges? « Cela relève davantage de la cosmétique que d'une activité parlementaire ». Les différentes attestations fournies par la défense? « Dans leur écrasante majorité elles concernent son rôle de représentation. […] Avec Eve, l'accessoire ne cesse d'être présenté comme le principal ».

 

« L'appât du gain fut manifestement plus fort que la raison »

 

Aux yeux de l'accusation, les différentes apparitions publiques du porteur, exploitées par la défense, ne font pas un emploi, qui plus est rémunéré à cette hauteur (NDLR : plus d'1 million d'euros pour ses emplois au service de son mari puis de son suppléant). « Il n'est pas contesté que le porteur avait un intérêt certain pour la vie locale et qu'il s'intéressait à la carrière politique de son balcon. Mais l'enquête et les débats ont montré qu'ils avaient tous les deux très largement amplifié la réalité. Au point de présenter tous ses faits et gestes, même les plus banals, comme participant à son emploi d'assistant du balcon.

 

Un « cynisme » plusieurs fois fustigé

 

C'est donc du balcon dont ils ont plusieurs fois fustigé le « cynisme » pour avoir régulièrement plaidé pour un contrôle strict de ses forces, que les magistrats de l'accusation ont réservé leurs flèches ce jeudi 12 mars. Ils décrivent un Adam vénal qui a, dès le début de sa carrière en 1981, eu pour « habitude » de capter le balcon alloué par l'assemblée pour l'emploi des collaborateurs, en embauchant son épouse Eve.

 

Adam ne reviendra plus jamais à son état initial.

 

Enveloppés dans son désir qui évoque un être seul, l'acariâtre et

la cariatide se voient tels qu’ils seront au cinéma, sortis de leurs profils pour ressembler à leur filtre Snapchat devant un chirurgien esthétique.

De fait, lorsqu’ils meurent de leur mort physiologique, les poseurs au balcon se font souvent des selfies enroulés dans l’habitacle qu’ils ont revêtu dans cette image sans relations avec l’Esprit Tout Puissant

Le poseur se résorbe donc dans une unicité spirituelle.

« Toute chose revient à l’Esprit », avertit la zone de rencontre et surtout de pas tomber dans le panneau. L’annihilation de l’ego humain se matérialise bien évidemment sur les pectoraux . Les tablettes de chocolat autour du nombril sont celles du néant existentiel de l’homme autour de sa seule réalité véritable de naitre de l’Esprit, n’être de l’est-ce prît?

 

La fusion corps-esprit prend toute sa signification dans la façade, il atterri… sage sur une immense croisette désertique d’où la virus s’échappe sur des villages du bien être.

 

Dans ce paradis, au sens littéral de l’expression, on ne se trouve plus dans un environnement familier, mais sur quelque planète lointaine. C’est l’impression que l’on ressent en visitant l’endroit en dehors de l’époque du rendez-vous attendu….

Lorsqu’on voit arriver ça à la limite du décrochage, nous planons encore pour franchir les murs de certitudes bien fondées dans une atmosphère hospitalière.

Il faut voler au-dessus des préjugés qui forment une frontière pour l’Esprit et s'affranchir des zones de transit adaptées pour les règles des vols réguliers. Le routage n’est plus le même avec l’Esprit à bord, le docteur appelle la radio, Il fait des efforts pour tout ressentir et suivre une diagonale qui n’est qu’un transit du corps physique de la pierre sur la portance de son balcon symboliques de l’âme.

 

Pour porter son repentir dans l’avenir,

Dans le cheminement une issue existe

Tout ton avenir reste bien sûr à définir.

 

Imagine bien des voies du possible

Aux confins de cette file d’attente

Conjoncture énergétique favorable

Si l’aventure d’un voyage te tente ?

La tectonique reste très improbable

 

Astres et planètes seront influences,

Attraction de grands développements

Dans ta vie, vivrons des conséquences

Sur un lieu qui te bénéficie réellement.

 

Les énergies se trouvent sur la place

Elles seront tes porteuses d'équilibre.

Pour cela, te dégager de cette masse

Pleins de SMS, ton portable qui vibre,

Tu cherche à fuir tout se qui t’angoisse

 

Ça fait longtemps qu’on est bloqué,

Ce transit ressemble à une tenaille

Enserrant les sorties tant évoqués

C’est un labyrinthe ou que tu ailles

 

La nature même du porteur est avant tout vénale, l’émotion est souvent un plaisir intellectuel . La peur et l’amour sont les deux sources d’énergie qui flotte sur une plage l’indifférence . La peur vient des nuages chargés par l’évaporation de l’angoisse d’être seul, c’est l’enfer sur Terre. L’amour est solaire, il ne vient qu’après plusieurs vies sur Terre, il est le fruit des réincarnations successives et seuls les initiés en disposent chaque matin au lever du soleil. L’amour est une force infinie et continue opposée aux éclairs de la peur qui jaillissent des nuées d’incertitudes. La peur nous atterre , l’envie et l’avarice nourrissent cet enfer, peu fier on ère soumis à nos ennemis. Gouverner par la peur, c’est la recette des sans cœurs et ça fonctionne, la peur résonne, pendant que l’amour raisonne. La télé utilise 80 % de nos neurones sensibles à la peur, souvent j’utilise la télé comme somnifère, insensible à ses transferts, le journal ou les reportages digèrent la peur comme ingrédient principal de l’audience en transe.

 

Les politiques sont les grands spécialistes de la peur, ils l’utilisent pour gouverner ceux qui n’échappent pas à la peur médiatique. C’est un texte moins romantique.

 

Le portage ici c’est trop court pour s’approcher de l’âme du texte , il ralenti vite, les mots nous pèsent car l’esprit est tout occupé à satisfaire celui des clients pour qu’ensuite ils vendent nos idées, dans un monde ou le taux horaire est la référence du moment.Les héros modernes sont mené par le bout du nez , il sont faibles et manipulés , l’excellence consisterait à n’être qu’une victime de ses pulsions comme dans une tragédie ou l’unicité du lieu et du temps est remplacé par une paranoïa perpétuelle en forme de road movie.La parano qui résiste à un tel taux d’exposition aux radiations de bonheur n’est plus une psychose mais un monstre qui se nourrit exclusivement du malheur individuel. Il y a un bonheur à être accepté comme victime, la souffrance partagé c’est de la joie à pleurer en groupe. La parano dans ces mots sont des formes rebelles au rationnel des sentinelles de la citadelle des nouvelles technologies. Les pèlerins connaissent-ils la parano des sous sols , celle qui vit dans les couloirs et les tubes ou l’on compresse la matière humaine.

 

Le troupeau de parano se stresse derrière les vitres d’une salle d'hôpital , pas de spirituel dans cette transhumance mais juste un amas de romance humaine et sans trop de laine, c’est quand qu’on leurs tond la haine?

 

Un mouton humain n’a plus d’âme depuis qu’elle est en vente sur ebay pour ceux qui voudraient bien se racheter une conscience .

 

Le narrateur dans notre époque est devenu une espèce rare et parfois déjà fossilisée dans nos arrières pensées de passager de ce vol retardé, regarder sur un chemin connu ou comment se perdre entre deux files d’attentes qui nous guident vers la conviction d’un retard prévisible?

 

Les fibres de matière à penser nous opèrent un retour en arrière sur le temps passé , ici sur le point d’équilibre l’aéroplane pique du nez, le vol annulé, c’est un temps qui appartient à la compagnie du plaisir, raffinement et culture incompréhensible pour le consumériste Low Coast. Les langues sont des barrières pour exprimer le désarrois de l’homme addictif. Rien de neuf dans son regard ne plonge jamais plus d’un millième de seconde, il regarde son cadran d’horaires depuis 5000 ans.

 

Une image sacrée trouve à chaque regard sa beauté encore plus grande.

 

L’œil du consommateur fonctionne maintenant en 24 million de pixels, il scanne la beauté en nanoseconde et éjacule des éclairs de lucides pensées dans une nuit sans fin , sa conscience consumée est actuellement proche du néant .

 

Nos paires d’yeux à consommer plongent sous une jupe épaisse de nuages cendré à la poussière d’étoile. L’année 2020 porte en nous les forces du cœur de la terre

 

Nos ancêtres ont franchi le détroit de Gibraltar pour faire renaître l’Europe, la France est-elle restée avec son âme arabe? La cariatide portera nos humeurs et se tracera une ligne claire , il faudra encore se fendre d’un décollage sur la plage de Cannes. A force de pas décoller j’ai les os broyé par le train de vie que mon esprit mène par le bout de son nez, me voici réincarné en pèlerin de zone internationale, il faut croire que j’avais pas assez payé cher une bonne réservation au paradis des gènes nat , djenat…te gènes pas mon gars.

 

Un sommet incertain nous vient dans le mouvement du destin reflet d'une autre personne, elle se dévoile lentement dans le cœur de ce transit entre l'Afrique et l'Europe pour renaître en brûlant sous le feu du festival, ses palmes se déploient peu à peu pour expliquer l'inconstance des circonstances atténuantes. Bien sage et collé au balcon que tu portes dans la sculpture d’un corps tourné vers l’essence matérielle, tu as-perces-soi des Maîtres de la Sagesse et du Souffle vital.

 

Percez et vous verrez, persévérez dans cette direction, percez la bulle du Monde réel, dessinez les hublots, percez cette pierre qui vous rend dingue, persévérez dans cette attitude, restez perché , ainsi vous verrez les partie invisible du corps, l’âme-hors de soi, la-mort de soi, même si elle vous fait peur cette âme-à-tiers, elle est la-matière essence-ciel de votre élan vers le futur bien pur. ☂️Il attend le poète, pauvre être qui s'entête dans la fête des mots💦 , celle des maux de tête, 💧du Reste il pleut l'essentiel, ☔️ Ciel 🌈…💦L'eau du Ciel tombe sur ma tête, ...🔫elle vient bénir la bête, ...💣dissoudre mes pensées en fêtes, ... 💎ici-bas il faut pas que j'y reste, ... monter sur l'orgueil et m'entête, ... ⚖️monter , descendre, un orage s'arrête, ... ⚔️il rend l'atmosphère bien nette .... 🔧et exaspère cette cariatide poétique .... ⛓avec des rimes systématique.

 

La Cérémonie Céleste d’Attraction de Chance est actuellement au balcon, il pèse ces mots et porte ces digressions. Tous les pouvoirs libérés par cette Aide céleste majeure sont désormais à sa disposition au tribunal.

 

Il reste à l’écoute du monde céleste pour lui afin que la puissance des anges rayonne sur lui, toujours et sous ce balcon. Adam a naturellement son arrière train sur un strapontin, cela ressemble à un siège escamotable, pas encore éjectable.

 

Pendant ces premières heures, il cherchais les clés pour accéder à nos mémoires et ouvrir la Porte du Temps. Adam invoquait son ange de retrouver les connaissances de la Vie et de la Mort, et la conscience de l'intemporalité. La connaissance de la vie immortelle s'installe par l'union des deux êtres qui l'habitent. L'un est en pierre, et l'autre est symbolique. Le jour Adam crée cette union entre les deux, il se rapproche de l'énergie de l'Unité et des portes de passage qui existent entre ces deux plans. Cela l'introduira au passage de conscience de la Porte des étoiles et lui montrera les liens invisibles qui existent entre toutes choses. Adam pourrait alors comprendre comment nous avons construit son corps et comment nous pouvons retourner dans les étoiles. C’est plus un? On l'appelle Celestor ?

 

Il viendrait du Spandakarika, ou Chant du Frémissement. Voilà l’un des textes essentiels du shivaïsme tantrique du Cachemire, révélé directement en SONGE à Vasugupta par Shiva. Elle y va te chercher si bas la princesse aux milles bras pour te porter au-dessus des nuées de pensées matérielles, le Spandakarika est l’ancêtre du porteur du bas, le con!!!!

 

Le bas devient un tapis volant ou un ascenseur Cosmo-telluriques: Le Celestor c’est le nom que tes anges ont trouvé pour t’embarquer en prison.

 

Ange Gardien Celestor est une métaphore peine et loupe 😭

 

La voix continue:

 

« C’est une ligne directe entre toi et ton Ange Protecteur. Des notes bienfaisantes que j’ai arrangées pour toi durant de longues heures, habité par l’esprit bienveillant de ton ange. »

 

« Le vol du Célestor est accordé à ta vibration primordiale. »

 

« C’est ce qui le rend unique, comme Adam .À quoi sert-il ?

 

Son action vise à libérer Adam de toutes les énergies négatives qui l’éloignent de la Chance en permanence…… car il sera d’accord pour dire que rien ne marche comme il le souhaites depuis un petit moment déjà.

D’ailleurs, voici ce que son avocat m’a révélé « cause potes en ciel de tes blocages incessants »

 

"Cela ne date pas d’hier visiblement. Il y a des années de cela, au moins 10 ans, mon ange mon ange me voit pendant de longs mois sous l’emprise d’un vampire psychique. Un personnes qui réclame une attention constante, qui te parle de ses problèmes sans arrêt. Cette personne m’influençait mais je ne m’en rendais pas compte. Je l’admirais, voulais l’aider et ne pouvais pas m’en détacher."

 

Enfin à force de ne plus voler l'argent public, il a pris conscience de tout cela. Au moment où il a senti que le poids du passé lui échappait, cette personne a dirigé de mauvaises pensées contre le Paradis. Elle a, sans même s’en rendre compte, invoqué des forces contraires pour garder le fric près d’elle. Ces mêmes forces contraires agissent encore contre luii au moment où je vous écrit devant mon écran.

 

Et voilà pourquoi la Chance se refuse à lui depuis un an. Voilà pourquoi son énergie mentale est polluée d’ondes hautement négatives comme je vous le disais un peu plus tôt dans ce vol sans scrupules.

 

Nous y voilà enfin, à force de jouer les professeurs ésotériques, nous avions perdu le cap de ce vol, mais oui ma poule! C’est bien un vol sans scrupules et il ne finira jamais, sauf si Adam se lasse de rêver plus haut que le nombril des anges déchus. Dans son bel élan blanc il porte la polarité et sa bipolarité de l’être. C’est un vol bidon, juste un prétexte pour pas ramper avec les barbe-cul rampants et leurs rillettes du ment SONGE à griller ton pain blanc.

 

Bon sang … mais c’est quoi qui coule dans ses tripes ou est ta mauvaise graine ? Rien que ça ? Mais t’es fou ?

 

"Je vois un potentiel extraordinaire mais libéré qui se cache en lui - un potentiel qui a été supprimé maintenant...Tout comme un volcan en sommeil qui attend son heure. Je suis sûr qu'il va remarquer des événements assez particuliers au cours des derniers mois - peut-être à cause de circonstances malheureuses, d'événements imprévus,

 

ou comme si le poids du monde était sur ses épaules.

 

Ce sont toutes des indications de sa prochaine période de transformation, d'émergence et d’énergies. Oui, il n'y a aucun doute; son cycle d'initiation archétypique est sur le point de commencer. C'est un cycle intuitif qui concentre les énergies positives de l'Inconscient Collectif pendant plusieurs semaines - lui permettant de débloquer toutes les vibrations négatives qui l'entourent pour atteindre l'inimaginable?

 

Pouvoir se détacher de sa façade bourgeoise????

De repente no puedo respirar necesito un poco de libertad : Que te alejes por un tiempo de mi lado que me dejes en paz ! Siempre fue mi manera de ser, no me trates de comprender , no hay nada que se pueda hacer, soy un poco paranoica lo siento.

De a ratitos ya te empiezo a extrañar, me preocupa que te pueda perder, necesito que te acerques a mi para sentir el calor de tu cuerpo

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Vinnie - (de repente é melhor conversar em outro local)...Ok, tem um café aqui perto, podemos nos encontrar lá às 08:00h ! Tá bom pra você ?

 

Kimberly - Tá perfeito ! Me passa o endereço por mensagem.

 

Vinnie - Ok...nos vemos mais tarde !

  

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Trapped within the confines of an abandoned church, the Werewolf is snared by the unholy light, and from the depths of his soul, he cries out with a howl filled with pure rage…….well, I'm no creative writer, you figure it out lol :)

 

Anyhow; yes, this abandoned parish church has laid dormant for over 20 years and while I got some 'sensible' Urbex images, I can never resist the urge to don a mask & get all creative!

the church inside an asylum for the insane

Forget about the "DO NOT". Just focus on the CROSS. Because God sent his son Jesus Christ to die on one, for YOU.

 

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."

 

-John 3:16

 

This is the true meaning of love people. God died for our SINS, so that we might have LIFE.

 

Okay, now focus on the "DO NOT". Sin, DO NOT be a slave to it.

 

REPENT.

& TURN FROM YOUR LIFE OF SIN!

TODAY~

 

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Canon EF50mm f/1.8 II

  

  

De repente me proclamaría a mi misma reina del cinismo. Siempre río falsamente y digo cosas que no siento. Cada vez que ría de verdad me voy a rayar la mano, para así acordarme que reí y anotarlo. Así va a quedar comprobado que usualmente no es verdadero. Que pena...creo que gente como yo no se merece el trato de otra gente. A veces me siento culpable, pero a veces no me interesa.

Repent!

Midtown Manhattan

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A solitary preacher man stands outside St Paul's tube station, handing out evangelical literature. As the merchant bankers, lawyers & yuppies head home for the night, he offers them his version of salvation. "Repent and be saved by Jesus Christ," he chants, again and again, in an eternal monotone that Lady Vervaine finds strangely moving.

 

I hang around, and shoot some frames. These are four of the best.

 

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Recently I realized how much I take my life for granted. I have turned into a low-life just wasting my days away as if happiness will come to me anytime now. I slack off and sit around doing nothing when instead I should be fixing my own problems and doing things that will make my loved ones happy and appreciated. It's one thing to feel like you truly love someone, but actions speak louder then words and ultimately show someone that you care.

 

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With the rain falling harder, it was a bit of a route march to Holborn and my next church, the stunning St Sepulchre, which was also open.

 

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St Sepulchre-without-Newgate, also known as the Church of the Holy Sepulchre (Holborn), is an Anglican church in the City of London. It is located on Holborn Viaduct, almost opposite the Old Bailey. In medieval times it stood just outside ("without") the now-demolished old city wall, near the Newgate. It has been a living of St John's College, Oxford, since 1622.

 

The original Saxon church on the site was dedicated to St Edmund the King and Martyr. During the Crusades in the 12th century the church was renamed St Edmund and the Holy Sepulchre, in reference to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem. The name eventually became contracted to St Sepulchre.

 

The church is today the largest parish church in the City. It was completely rebuilt in the 15th century but was gutted by the Great Fire of London in 1666,[1] which left only the outer walls, the tower and the porch standing[2] -. Modified in the 18th century, the church underwent extensive restoration in 1878. It narrowly avoided destruction in the Second World War, although the 18th-century watch-house in its churchyard (erected to deter grave-robbers) was completely destroyed and had to be rebuilt.

 

The interior of the church is a wide, roomy space with a coffered ceiling[3] installed in 1834. The Vicars' old residence has recently been renovated into a modern living quarter.

 

During the reign of Mary I in 1555, St Sepulchre's vicar, John Rogers, was burned as a heretic.

 

St Sepulchre is named in the nursery rhyme Oranges and Lemons as the "bells of Old Bailey". Traditionally, the great bell would be rung to mark the execution of a prisoner at the nearby gallows at Newgate. The clerk of St Sepulchre's was also responsible for ringing a handbell outside the condemned man's cell in Newgate Prison to inform him of his impending execution. This handbell, known as the Execution Bell, now resides in a glass case to the south of the nave.

 

The church has been the official musicians' church for many years and is associated with many famous musicians. Its north aisle (formerly a chapel dedicated to Stephen Harding) is dedicated as the Musicians' Chapel, with four windows commemorating John Ireland, the singer Dame Nellie Melba, Walter Carroll and the conductor Sir Henry Wood respectively.[4] Wood, who "at the age of fourteen, learned to play the organ" at this church [1] and later became its organist, also has his ashes buried in this church.

 

The south aisle of the church holds the regimental chapel of the Royal Fusiliers (City of London Regiment), and its gardens are a memorial garden to that regiment.[5] The west end of the north aisle has various memorials connected with the City of London Rifles (the 6th Battalion London Regiment). The church was designated a Grade I listed building on 4 January 1950.

 

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The Early History of St. Sepulchre's—Its Destruction in 1666—The Exterior and Interior—The Early Popularity of the Church—Interments here—Roger Ascham, the Author of the "Schoolmaster"—Captain John Smith, and his Romantic Adventures—Saved by an Indian Girl— St. Sepulchre's Churchyard—Accommodation for a Murderess—The Martyr Rogers—An Odd Circumstance—Good Company for the Dead—A Leap from the Tower—A Warning Bell and a Last Admonition—Nosegays for the Condemned—The Route to the Gallows-tree— The Deeds of the Charitable—The "Saracen's Head"—Description by Dickens—Giltspur Street—Giltspur Street Compter—A Disreputable Condition—Pie Corner—Hosier Lane—A Spurious Relic—The Conduit on Snow Hill—A Ladies' Charity School—Turnagain Lane—Poor Betty!—A Schoolmistress Censured—Skinner Street—Unpropitious Fortune—William Godwin—An Original Married Life.

 

Many interesting associations—Principally, however, connected with the annals of crime and the execution of the laws of England—belong to the Church of St. Sepulchre, or St. 'Pulchre. This sacred edifice—anciently known as St. Sepulchre's in the Bailey, or by Chamberlain Gate (now Newgate)—stands at the eastern end of the slight acclivity of Snow Hill, and between Smithfield and the Old Bailey. The genuine materials for its early history are scanty enough. It was probably founded about the commencement of the twelfth century, but of the exact date and circumstances of its origin there is no record whatever. Its name is derived from the Holy Sepulchre of our Saviour at Jerusalem, to the memory of which it was first dedicated.

 

The earliest authentic notice of the church, according to Maitland, is of the year 1178, at which date it was given by Roger, Bishop of Sarum, to the Prior and Canons of St. Bartholomew. These held the right of advowson until the dissolution of monasteries by Henry VIII., and from that time until 1610 it remained in the hands of the Crown. James I., however, then granted "the rectory and its appurtenances, with the advowson of the vicarage," to Francis Phillips and others. The next stage in its history is that the rectory was purchased by the parishioners, to be held in fee-farm of the Crown, and the advowson was obtained by the President and Fellows of St. John the Baptist College, at Oxford.

 

The church was rebuilt about the middle of the fifteenth century, when one of the Popham family, who had been Chancellor of Normandy and Treasurer of the King's Household, with distinguished liberality erected a handsome chapel on the south side of the choir, and the very beautiful porch still remaining at the south-west corner of the building. "His image," Stow says, "fair graven in stone, was fixed over the said porch."

 

The dreadful fire of 1666 almost destroyed St. Sepulchre's, but the parishioners set energetically to work, and it was "rebuilt and beautified both within and without." The general reparation was under the direction of Sir Christopher Wren, and nothing but the walls of the old building, and these not entirely, were suffered to remain. The work was done rapidly, and the whole was completed within four years.

 

"The tower," says Mr. Godwin, "retained its original aspect, and the body of the church, after its restoration, presented a series of windows between buttresses, with pointed heads filled with tracery, crowned by a string-course and battlements. In this form it remained till the year 1790, when it appears the whole fabric was found to be in a state of great decay, and it was resolved to repair it throughout. Accordingly the walls of the church were cased with Portland stone, and all the windows were taken out and replaced by others with plain semi-circular heads, as now seen—certainly agreeing but badly with the tower and porch of the building, but according with the then prevailing spirit of economy. The battlements, too, were taken down, and a plain stone parapet was substituted, so that at this time (with the exception of the roof, which was wagon-headed, and presented on the outside an unsightly swell, visible above the parapet) the church assumed its present appearance." The ungainly roof was removed, and an entirely new one erected, about 1836.

 

At each corner of the tower—"one of the most ancient," says the author of "Londinium Redivivum," "in the outline of the circuit of London" —there are spires, and on the spires there are weathercocks. These have been made use of by Howell to point a moral: "Unreasonable people," says he, "are as hard to reconcile as the vanes of St. Sepulchre's tower, which never look all four upon one point of the heavens." Nothing can be said with certainty as to the date of the tower, but it is not without the bounds of probability that it formed part of the original building. The belfry is reached by a small winding staircase in the south-west angle, and a similar staircase in an opposite angle leads to the summit. The spires at the corners, and some of the tower windows, have very recently undergone several alterations, which have added much to the picturesqueness and beauty of the church.

 

The chief entrance to St. Sepulchre's is by a porch of singular beauty, projecting from the south side of the tower, at the western end of the church. The groining of the ceiling of this porch, it has been pointed out, takes an almost unique form; the ribs are carved in bold relief, and the bosses at the intersections represent angels' heads, shields, roses, &c., in great variety.

 

Coming now to the interior of the church, we find it divided into three aisles, by two ranges of Tuscan columns. The aisles are of unequal widths, that in the centre being the widest, that to the south the narrowest. Semi-circular arches connect the columns on either side, springing directly from their capitals, without the interposition of an entablature, and support a large dental cornice, extending round the church. The ceiling of the middle aisle is divided into seven compartments, by horizontal bands, the middle compartment being formed into a small dome.

 

The aisles have groined ceilings, ornamented at the angles with doves, &c., and beneath every division of the groining are small windows, to admit light to the galleries. Over each of the aisles there is a gallery, very clumsily introduced, which dates from the time when the church was built by Wren, and extends the whole length, excepting at the chancel. The front of the gallery, which is of oak, is described by Mr. Godwin as carved into scrolls, branches, &c., in the centre panel, on either side, with the initials "C. R.," enriched with carvings of laurel, which have, however, he says, "but little merit."

 

At the east end of the church there are three semicircular-headed windows. Beneath the centre one is a large Corinthian altar-piece of oak, displaying columns, entablatures, &c., elaborately carved and gilded.

 

The length of the church, exclusive of the ambulatory, is said to be 126 feet, the breadth 68 feet, and the height of the tower 140 feet.

 

A singularly ugly sounding-board, extending over the preacher, used to stand at the back of the pulpit, at the east end of the church. It was in the shape of a large parabolic reflector, about twelve feet in diameter, and was composed of ribs of mahogany.

 

At the west end of the church there is a large organ, said to be the oldest and one of the finest in London. It was built in 1677, and has been greatly enlarged. Its reed-stops (hautboy, clarinet, &c.) are supposed to be unrivalled. In Newcourt's time the church was taken notice of as "remarkable for possessing an exceedingly fine organ, and the playing is thought so beautiful, that large congregations are attracted, though some of the parishioners object to the mode of performing divine service."

 

On the north side of the church, Mr. Godwin mentions, is a large apartment known as "St. Stephen's Chapel." This building evidently formed a somewhat important part of the old church, and was probably appropriated to the votaries of the saint whose name it bears.

 

Between the exterior and the interior of the church there is little harmony. "For example," says Mr. Godwin, "the columns which form the south aisle face, in some instances, the centre of the large windows which occur in the external wall of the church, and in others the centre of the piers, indifferently." This discordance may likely enough have arisen from the fact that when the church was rebuilt, or rather restored, after the Great Fire, the works were done without much attention from Sir Christopher Wren.

 

St. Sepulchre's appears to have enjoyed considerable popularity from the earliest period of its history, if one is to judge from the various sums left by well-disposed persons for the support of certain fraternities founded in the church—namely, those of St. Katherine, St. Michael, St. Anne, and Our Lady—and by others, for the maintenance of chantry priests to celebrate masses at stated intervals for the good of their souls. One of the fraternities just named—that of St. Katherine— originated, according to Stow, in the devotion of some poor persons in the parish, and was in honour of the conception of the Virgin Mary. They met in the church on the day of the Conception, and there had the mass of the day, and offered to the same, and provided a certain chaplain daily to celebrate divine service, and to set up wax lights before the image belonging to the fraternity, on all festival days.

 

The most famous of all who have been interred in St. Sepulchre's is Roger Ascham, the author of the "Schoolmaster," and the instructor of Queen Elizabeth in Greek and Latin. This learned old worthy was born in 1515, near Northallerton, in Yorkshire. He was educated at Cambridge University, and in time rose to be the university orator, being notably zealous in promoting what was then a novelty in England—the study of the Greek language. To divert himself after the fatigue of severe study, he used to devote himself to archery. This drew down upon him the censure of the all-work-and-no-play school; and in defence of himself, Ascham, in 1545, published "Toxophilus," a treatise on his favourite sport. This book is even yet well worthy of perusal, for its enthusiasm, and for its curious descriptions of the personal appearance and manners of the principal persons whom the author had seen and conversed with. Henry VIII. rewarded him with a pension of £10 per annum, a considerable sum in those days. In 1548, Ascham, on the death of William Grindall, who had been his pupil, was appointed instructor in the learned languages to Lady Elizabeth, afterwards the good Queen Bess. At the end of two years he had some dispute with, or took a disgust at, Lady Elizabeth's attendants, resigned his situation, and returned to his college. Soon after this he was employed as secretary to the English ambassador at the court of Charles V. of Germany, and remained abroad till the death of Edward VI. During his absence he had been appointed Latin secretary to King Edward. Strangely enough, though Queen Mary and her ministers were Papists, and Ascham a Protestant, he was retained in his office of Latin secretary, his pension was increased to £20, and he was allowed to retain his fellowship and his situation as university orator. In 1554 he married a lady of good family, by whom he had a considerable fortune, and of whom, in writing to a friend, he gives, as might perhaps be expected, an excellent character. On the accession of Queen Elizabeth, in 1558, she not only required his services as Latin secretary, but as her instructor in Greek, and he resided at Court during the remainder of his life. He died in consequence of his endeavours to complete a Latin poem which he intended to present to the queen on the New Year's Day of 1569. He breathed his last two days before 1568 ran out, and was interred, according to his own directions, in the most private manner, in St. Sepulchre's Church, his funeral sermon being preached by Dr. Andrew Nowell, Dean of St. Paul's. He was universally lamented; and even the queen herself not only showed great concern, but was pleased to say that she would rather have lost ten thousand pounds than her tutor Ascham, which, from that somewhat closehanded sovereign, was truly an expression of high regard.

 

Ascham, like most men, had his little weaknesses. He had too great a propensity to dice and cock-fighting. Bishop Nicholson would try to convince us that this is an unfounded calumny, but, as it is mentioned by Camden, and other contemporary writers, it seems impossible to deny it. He died, from all accounts, in indifferent circumstances. "Whether," says Dr. Johnson, referring to this, "Ascham was poor by his own fault, or the fault of others, cannot now be decided; but it is certain that many have been rich with less merit. His philological learning would have gained him honour in any country; and among us it may justly call for that reverence which all nations owe to those who first rouse them from ignorance, and kindle among them the light of literature." His most valuable work, "The Schoolmaster," was published by his widow. The nature of this celebrated performance may be gathered from the title: "The Schoolmaster; or a plain and perfite way of teaching children to understand, write, and speak the Latin tongue. … And commodious also for all such as have forgot the Latin tongue, and would by themselves, without a schoolmaster, in short time, and with small pains, recover a sufficient habilitie to understand, write, and speak Latin: by Roger Ascham, ann. 1570. At London, printed by John Daye, dwelling over Aldersgate," a printer, by the way, already mentioned by us a few chapters back (see page 208), as having printed several noted works of the sixteenth century.

 

Dr. Johnson remarks that the instruction recommended in "The Schoolmaster" is perhaps the best ever given for the study of languages.

 

Here also lies buried Captain John Smith, a conspicuous soldier of fortune, whose romantic adventures and daring exploits have rarely been surpassed. He died on the 21st of June, 1631. This valiant captain was born at Willoughby, in the county of Lincoln, and helped by his doings to enliven the reigns of Elizabeth and James I. He had a share in the wars of Hungary in 1602, and in three single combats overcame three Turks, and cut off their heads. For this, and other equally brave deeds, Sigismund, Duke of Transylvania, gave him his picture set in gold, with a pension of three hundred ducats; and allowed him to bear three Turks' heads proper as his shield of arms. He afterwards went to America, where he had the misfortune to fall into the hands of the Indians. He escaped from them, however, at last, and resumed his brilliant career by hazarding his life in naval engagements with pirates and Spanish men-of-war. The most important act of his life was the share he had in civilising the natives of New England, and reducing that province to obedience to Great Britain. In connection with his tomb in St. Sepulchre's, he is mentioned by Stow, in his "Survey," as "some time Governor of Virginia and Admiral of New England."

 

Certainly the most interesting events of his chequered career were his capture by the Indians, and the saving of his life by the Indian girl Pocahontas, a story of adventure that charms as often as it is told. Bancroft, the historian of the United States, relates how, during the early settlement of Virginia, Smith left the infant colony on an exploring expedition, and not only ascended the river Chickahominy, but struck into the interior. His companions disobeyed his instructions, and being surprised by the Indians, were put to death. Smith preserved his own life by calmness and self-possession. Displaying a pocket-compass, he amused the savages by an explanation of its power, and increased their admiration of his superior genius by imparting to them some vague conceptions of the form of the earth, and the nature of the planetary system. To the Indians, who retained him as their prisoner, his captivity was a more strange event than anything of which the traditions of their tribes preserved the memory. He was allowed to send a letter to the fort at Jamestown, and the savage wonder was increased, for he seemed by some magic to endow the paper with the gift of intelligence. It was evident that their captive was a being of a high order, and then the question arose, Was his nature beneficent, or was he to be dreaded as a dangerous enemy? Their minds were bewildered, and the decision of his fate was referred to the chief Powhatan, and before Powhatan Smith was brought. "The fears of the feeble aborigines," says Bancroft, "were about to prevail, and his immediate death, already repeatedly threatened and repeatedly delayed, would have been inevitable, but for the timely intercession of Pocahontas, a girl twelve years old, the daughter of Powhatan, whose confiding fondness Smith had easily won, and who firmly clung to his neck, as his head was bowed down to receive the stroke of the tomahawks. His fearlessness, and her entreaties, persuaded the council to spare the agreeable stranger, who could make hatchets for her father, and rattles and strings of beads for herself, the favourite child. The barbarians, whose decision had long been held in suspense by the mysterious awe which Smith had inspired, now resolved to receive him as a friend, and to make him a partner of their councils. They tempted him to join their bands, and lend assistance in an attack upon the white men at Jamestown; and when his decision of character succeeded in changing the current of their thoughts, they dismissed him with mutual promises of friendship and benevolence. Thus the captivity of Smith did itself become a benefit to the colony; for he had not only observed with care the country between the James and the Potomac, and had gained some knowledge of the language and manners of the natives, but he now established a peaceful intercourse between the English and the tribes of Powhatan."

 

On the monument erected to Smith in St. Sepulchre's Church, the following quaint lines were formerly inscribed:—

 

"Here lies one conquered that hath conquered kings,

Subdued large territories, and done things

Which to the world impossible would seem,

But that the truth is held in more esteem.

Shall I report his former service done,

In honour of his God, and Christendom?

How that he did divide, from pagans three,

Their heads and lives, types of his chivalry?—

For which great service, in that climate done,

Brave Sigismundus, King of Hungarion,

Did give him, as a coat of arms, to wear

These conquered heads, got by his sword and spear.

Or shall I tell of his adventures since

Done in Virginia, that large continent?

How that he subdued kings unto his yoke,

And made those heathens flee, as wind doth smoke;

And made their land, being so large a station,

An habitation for our Christian nation,

Where God is glorified, their wants supplied;

Which else for necessaries, must have died.

But what avails his conquests, now he lies

Interred in earth, a prey to worms and flies?

Oh! may his soul in sweet Elysium sleep,

Until the Keeper, that all souls doth keep,

Return to judgment; and that after thence

With angels he may have his recompense."

 

Sir Robert Peake, the engraver, also found a last resting-place here. He is known as the master of William Faithorne—the famous English engraver of the seventeenth century—and governor of Basing House for the king during the Civil War under Charles I. He died in 1667. Here also was interred the body of Dr. Bell, grandfather of the originator of a well-known system of education.

 

"The churchyard of St. Sepulchre's," we learn from Maitland, "at one time extended so far into the street on the south side of the church, as to render the passage-way dangerously narrow. In 1760 the churchyard was, in consequence, levelled, and thrown open to the public. But this led to much inconvenience, and it was re-enclosed in 1802."

 

Sarah Malcolm, the murderess, was buried in the churchyard of St. Sepulchre's in 1733. This coldhearted and keen-eyed monster in human form has had her story told by us already. The parishioners seem, on this occasion, to have had no such scruples as had been exhibited by their predecessors a hundred and fifty years previous at the burial of Awfield, a traitor. We shall see presently that in those more remote days they were desirous of having at least respectable company for their deceased relatives and friends in the churchyard.

 

"For a long period," says Mr. Godwin (1838), "the church was surrounded by low mean buildings, by which its general appearance was hidden; but these having been cleared away, and the neighbourhood made considerably more open, St. Sepulchre's now forms a somewhat pleasing object, notwithstanding that the tower and a part of the porch are so entirely dissimilar in style to the remainder of the building." And since Godwin's writing the surroundings of the church have been so improved that perhaps few buildings in the metropolis stand more prominently before the public eye.

 

In the glorious roll of martyrs who have suffered at the stake for their religious principles, a vicar of St. Sepulchre's, the Reverend John Rogers, occupies a conspicuous place. He was the first who was burned in the reign of the Bloody Mary. This eminent person had at one time been chaplain to the English merchants at Antwerp, and while residing in that city had aided Tindal and Coverdale in their great work of translating the Bible. He married a German lady of good position, by whom he had a large family, and was enabled, by means of her relations, to reside in peace and safety in Germany. It appeared to be his duty, however, to return to England, and there publicly profess and advocate his religious convictions, even at the risk of death. He crossed the sea; he took his place in the pulpit at St. Paul's Cross; he preached a fearless and animated sermon, reminding his astonished audience of the pure and wholesome doctrine which had been promulgated from that pulpit in the days of the good King Edward, and solemnly warning them against the pestilent idolatry and superstition of these new times. It was his last sermon. He was apprehended, tried, condemned, and burned at Smithfield. We described, when speaking of Smithfield, the manner in which he met his fate.

 

Connected with the martyrdom of Rogers an odd circumstance is quoted in the "Churches of London." It is stated that when the bishops had resolved to put to death Joan Bocher, a friend came to Rogers and earnestly entreated his influence that the poor woman's life might be spared, and other means taken to prevent the spread of her heterodox doctrines. Rogers, however, contended that she should be executed; and his friend then begged him to choose some other kind of death, which should be more agreeable to the gentleness and mercy prescribed in the gospel. "No," replied Rogers, "burning alive is not a cruel death, but easy enough." His friend hearing these words, expressive of so little regard for the sufferings of a fellow-creature, answered him with great vehemence, at the same time striking Rogers' hand, "Well, it may perhaps so happen that you yourself shall have your hands full of this mild burning." There is no record of Rogers among the papers belonging to St. Sepulchre's, but this may easily be accounted for by the fact that at the Great Fire of 1666 nearly all the registers and archives were destroyed.

 

A noteworthy incident in the history of St. Sepulchre's was connected with the execution, in 1585, of Awfield, for "sparcinge abrood certen lewed, sedicious, and traytorous bookes." "When he was executed," says Fleetwood, the Recorder, in a letter to Lord Burleigh, July 7th of that year, "his body was brought unto St. Pulcher's to be buryed, but the parishioners would not suffer a traytor's corpse to be laid in the earth where their parents, wives, children, kindred, masters, and old neighbours did rest; and so his carcass was returned to the burial-ground near Tyburn, and there I leave it."

 

Another event in the history of the church is a tale of suicide. On the 10th of April, 1600, a man named William Dorrington threw himself from the roof of the tower, leaving there a prayer for forgiveness.

 

We come now to speak of the connection of St. Sepulchre's with the neighbouring prison of Newgate. Being the nearest church to the prison, that connection naturally was intimate. Its clock served to give the time to the hangman when there was an execution in the Old Bailey, and many a poor wretch's last moments must it have regulated.

 

On the right-hand side of the altar a board with a list of charitable donations and gifts used to contain the following item:—"1605. Mr. Robert Dowe gave, for ringing the greatest bell in this church on the day the condemned prisoners are executed, and for other services, for ever, concerning such condemned prisoners, for which services the sexton is paid £16s. 8d.—£50.

 

It was formerly the practice for the clerk or bellman of St. Sepulchre's to go under Newgate, on the night preceding the execution of a criminal, ring his bell, and repeat the following wholesome advice:—

 

"All you that in the condemned hold do lie,

Prepare you, for to-morrow you shall die;

Watch all, and pray, the hour is drawing near

That you before the Almighty must appear;

Examine well yourselves, in time repent,

That you may not to eternal flames be sent.

And when St. Sepulchre's bell to-morrow tolls,

The Lord above have mercy on your souls.

Past twelve o'clock!"

 

This practice is explained by a passage in Munday's edition of Stow, in which it is told that a Mr. John Dowe, citizen and merchant taylor of London, gave £50 to the parish church of St. Sepulchre's, under the following conditions:—After the several sessions of London, on the night before the execution of such as were condemned to death, the clerk of the church was to go in the night-time, and also early in the morning, to the window of the prison in which they were lying. He was there to ring "certain tolls with a hand-bell" appointed for the purpose, and was afterwards, in a most Christian manner, to put them in mind of their present condition and approaching end, and to exhort them to be prepared, as they ought to be, to die. When they were in the cart, and brought before the walls of the church, the clerk was to stand there ready with the same bell, and, after certain tolls, rehearse a prayer, desiring all the people there present to pray for the unfortunate criminals. The beadle, also, of Merchant Taylors' Hall was allowed an "honest stipend" to see that this ceremony was regularly performed.

 

The affecting admonition—"affectingly good," Pennant calls it—addressed to the prisoners in Newgate, on the night before execution, ran as follows:—

 

"You prisoners that are within,

Who, for wickedness and sin,

 

after many mercies shown you, are now appointed to die to-morrow in the forenoon; give ear and understand that, to-morrow morning, the greatest bell of St. Sepulchre's shall toll for you, in form and manner of a passing-bell, as used to be tolled for those that are at the point of death; to the end that all godly people, hearing that bell, and knowing it is for your going to your deaths, may be stirred up heartily to pray to God to bestow his grace and mercy upon you, whilst you live. I beseech you, for Jesus Christ's sake, to keep this night in watching and prayer, to the salvation of your own souls while there is yet time and place for mercy; as knowing to-morrow you must appear before the judgment-seat of your Creator, there to give an account of all things done in this life, and to suffer eternal torments for your sins committed against Him, unless, upon your hearty and unfeigned repentance, you find mercy through the merits, death, and passion of your only Mediator and Advocate, Jesus Christ, who now sits at the right hand of God, to make intercession for as many of you as penitently return to Him."

 

And the following was the admonition to condemned criminals, as they were passing by St. Sepulchre's Church wall to execution:—" All good people, pray heartily unto God for these poor sinners, who are now going to their death, for whom this great bell doth toll.

 

"You that are condemned to die, repent with lamentable tears; ask mercy of the Lord, for the salvation of your own souls, through the [merits, death, and passion of Jesus Christ, who now sits at the right hand of God, to make intercession for as many of you as penitently return unto Him.

 

"Lord have mercy upon you;

Christ have mercy upon you.

Lord have mercy upon you;

Christ have mercy upon you."

 

The charitable Mr. Dowe, who took such interest in the last moments of the occupants of the condemned cell, was buried in the church of St. Botolph, Aldgate.

 

Another curious custom observed at St. Sepulchre's was the presentation of a nosegay to every criminal on his way to execution at Tyburn. No doubt the practice had its origin in some kindly feeling for the poor unfortunates who were so soon to bid farewell to all the beauties of earth. One of the last who received a nosegay from the steps of St. Sepulchre's was "Sixteen-string Jack," alias John Rann, who was hanged, in 1774, for robbing the Rev. Dr. Bell of his watch and eighteen pence in money, in Gunnersbury Lane, on the road to Brentford. Sixteen-string Jack wore the flowers in his button-hole as he rode dolefully to the gallows. This was witnessed by John Thomas Smith, who thus describes the scene in his admirable anecdotebook, "Nollekens and his Times:"—" I remember well, when I was in my eighth year, Mr. Nollekens calling at my father's house, in Great Portland Street, and taking us to Oxford Street, to see the notorious Jack Rann, commonly called Sixteenstring Jack, go to Tyburn to be hanged. … The criminal was dressed in a pea-green coat, with an immense nosegay in the button-hole, which had been presented to him at St. Sepulchre's steps; and his nankeen small-clothes, we were told, were tied at each knee with sixteen strings. After he had passed, and Mr. Nollekens was leading me home by the hand, I recollect his stooping down to me and observing, in a low tone of voice, 'Tom, now, my little man, if my father-in-law, Mr. Justice Welch, had been high constable, we could have walked by the side of the cart all the way to Tyburn.'"

 

When criminals were conveyed from Newgate to Tyburn, the cart passed up Giltspur Street, and through Smithfield, to Cow Lane. Skinner Street had not then been built, and the Crooked Lane which turned down by St. Sepulchre's, as well as Ozier Lane, did not afford sufficient width to admit of the cavalcade passing by either of them, with convenience, to Holborn Hill, or "the Heavy Hill," as it used to be called. The procession seems at no time to have had much of the solemn element about it. "The heroes of the day were often," says a popular writer, "on good terms with the mob, and jokes were exchanged between the men who were going to be hanged and the men who deserved to be."

 

"On St. Paul's Day," says Mr. Timbs (1868), "service is performed in St. Sepulchre's, in accordance with the will of Mr. Paul Jervis, who, in 1717, devised certain land in trust that a sermon should be preached in the church upon every Paul's Day upon the excellence of the liturgy o the Church of England; the preacher to receive 40s. for such sermon. Various sums are also bequeathed to the curate, the clerk, the treasurer, and masters of the parochial schools. To the poor of the parish he bequeathed 20s. a-piece to ten of the poorest householders within that part of the parish of St. Sepulchre commonly called Smithfield quarter, £4 to the treasurer of St. Bartholomew's Hospital, and 6s. 8d. yearly to the clerk, who shall attend to receive the same. The residue of the yearly rents and profits is to be distributed unto and amongst such poor people of the parish of St. Sepulchre's, London, who shall attend the service and sermon. At the close of the service the vestry-clerk reads aloud an extract from the will, and then proceeds to the distribution of the money. In the evening the vicar, churchwardens, and common councilmen of the precinct dine together."

 

In 1749, a Mr. Drinkwater made a praiseworthy bequest. He left the parish of St. Sepulchre £500 to be lent in sums of £25 to industrious young tradesmen. No interest was to be charged, and the money was to be lent for four years.

 

Next to St. Sepulchre's, on Snow Hill, used to stand the famous old inn of the "Saracen's Head." It was only swept away within the last few years by the ruthless army of City improvers: a view of it in course of demolition was given on page 439. It was one of the oldest of the London inns which bore the "Saracen's Head" for a sign. One of Dick Tarlton's jests makes mention of the "Saracen's Head" without Newgate, and Stow, describing this neighbourhood, speaks particularly of "a fair large inn for receipt of travellers" that "hath to sign the 'Saracen's Head.'" The courtyard had, to the last, many of the characteristics of an old English inn; there were galleries all round leading to the bedrooms, and a spacious gateway through which the dusty mail-coaches used to rumble, the tired passengers creeping forth "thanking their stars in having escaped the highwaymen and the holes and sloughs of the road." Into that courtyard how many have come on their first arrival in London with hearts beating high with hope, some of whom have risen to be aldermen and sit in state as lord mayor, whilst others have gone the way of the idle apprentice and come to a sad end at Tyburn! It was at this inn that Nicholas Nickleby and his uncle waited upon the Yorkshire schoolmaster Squeers, of Dotheboys Hall. Mr. Dickens describes the tavern as it existed in the last days of mail-coaching, when it was a most important place for arrivals and departures in London:—

 

"Next to the jail, and by consequence near to Smithfield also, and the Compter and the bustle and noise of the City, and just on that particular part of Snow Hill where omnibus horses going eastwards seriously think of falling down on purpose, and where horses in hackney cabriolets going westwards not unfrequently fall by accident, is the coach-yard of the 'Saracen's Head' inn, its portals guarded by two Saracen's heads and shoulders, which it was once the pride and glory of the choice spirits of this metropolis to pull down at night, but which have for some time remained in undisturbed tranquillity, possibly because this species of humour is now confined to St. James's parish, where doorknockers are preferred as being more portable, and bell-wires esteemed as convenient tooth-picks. Whether this be the reason or not, there they are, frowning upon you from each side of the gateway; and the inn itself, garnished with another Saracen's head, frowns upon you from the top of the yard; while from the door of the hind-boot of all the red coaches that are standing therein, there glares a small Saracen's head with a twin expression to the large Saracen's head below, so that the general appearance of the pile is of the Saracenic order."

 

To explain the use of the Saracen's head as an inn sign various reasons have been given. "When our countrymen," says Selden, "came home from fighting with the Saracens and were beaten by them, they pictured them with huge, big, terrible faces (as you still see the 'Saracen's Head' is), when in truth they were like other men. But this they did to save their own credit." Or the sign may have been adopted by those who had visited the Holy Land either as pilgrims or to fight the Saracens. Others, again, hold that it was first set up in compliment to the mother of Thomas à Becket, who was the daughter of a Saracen. However this may be, it is certain that the use of the sign in former days was very general.

 

Running past the east end of St. Sepulchre's, from Newgate into West Smithfield, is Giltspur Street, anciently called Knightriders Street. This interesting thoroughfare derives its name from the knights with their gilt spurs having been accustomed to ride this way to the jousts and tournaments which in days of old were held in Smithfield.

 

In this street was Giltspur Street Compter, a debtors' prison and house of correction appertaining to the sheriffs of London and Middlesex. It stood over against St. Sepulchre's Church, and was removed hither from the east side of Wood Street, Cheapside, in 1791. At the time of its removal it was used as a place of imprisonment for debtors, but the yearly increasing demands upon the contracted space caused that department to be given up, and City debtors were sent to Whitecross Street. The architect was Dance, to whom we are also indebted for the grim pile of Newgate. The Compter was a dirty and appropriately convictlooking edifice. It was pulled down in 1855. Mr. Hepworth Dixon gave an interesting account of this City House of Correction, not long before its demolition, in his "London Prisons" (1850). "Entering," he says, "at the door facing St. Sepulchre's, the visitor suddenly finds himself in a low dark passage, leading into the offices of the gaol, and branching off into other passages, darker, closer, more replete with noxious smells, than even those of Newgate. This is the fitting prelude to what follows. The prison, it must be noticed, is divided into two principal divisions, the House of Correction and the Compter. The front in Giltspur Street, and the side nearest to Newgate Street, is called the Compter. In its wards are placed detenues of various kinds—remands, committals from the police-courts, and generally persons waiting for trial, and consequently still unconvicted. The other department, the House of Correction, occupies the back portion of the premises, abutting on Christ's Hospital. Curious it is to consider how thin a wall divides these widely-separate worlds! And sorrowful it is to think what a difference of destiny awaits the children—destiny inexorable, though often unearned in either case—who, on the one side of it or the other, receive an eleemosynary education! The collegian and the criminal! Who shall say how much mere accident— circumstances over which the child has little power —determines to a life of usefulness or mischief? From the yards of Giltspur Street prison almost the only objects visible, outside of the gaol itself, are the towers of Christ's Hospital; the only sounds audible, the shouts of the scholars at their play. The balls of the hospital boys often fall within the yards of the prison. Whether these sights and sounds ever cause the criminal to pause and reflect upon the courses of his life, we will not say, but the stranger visiting the place will be very apt to think for him. …

 

"In the department of the prison called the House of Correction, minor offenders within the City of London are imprisoned. No transports are sent hither, nor is any person whose sentence is above three years in length." This able writer then goes on to tell of the many crying evils connected with the institution—the want of air, the over-crowded state of the rooms, the absence of proper cellular accommodation, and the vicious intercourse carried on amongst the prisoners. The entire gaol, when he wrote, only contained thirty-six separate sleeping-rooms. Now by the highest prison calculation—and this, be it noted, proceeds on the assumption that three persons can sleep in small, miserable, unventilated cells, which are built for only one, and are too confined for that, being only about one-half the size of the model cell for one at Pentonville—it was only capable of accommodating 203 prisoners, yet by the returns issued at Michaelmas, 1850, it contained 246!

 

A large section of the prison used to be devoted to female delinquents, but lately it was almost entirely given up to male offenders.

 

"The House of Correction, and the Compter portion of the establishment," says Mr. Dixon, "are kept quite distinct, but it would be difficult to award the palm of empire in their respective facilities for demoralisation. We think the Compter rather the worse of the two. You are shown into a room, about the size of an apartment in an ordinary dwelling-house, which will be found crowded with from thirty to forty persons, young and old, and in their ordinary costume; the low thief in his filth and rags, and the member of the swell-mob with his bright buttons, flash finery, and false jewels. Here you notice the boy who has just been guilty of his first offence, and committed for trial, learning with a greedy mind a thousand criminal arts, and listening with the precocious instinct of guilty passions to stories and conversations the most depraved and disgusting. You regard him with a mixture of pity and loathing, for he knows that the eyes of his peers are upon him, and he stares at you with a familiar impudence, and exhibits a devil-may-care countenance, such as is only to be met with in the juvenile offender. Here, too, may be seen the young clerk, taken up on suspicion—perhaps innocent—who avoids you with a shy look of pain and uneasiness: what a hell must this prison be to him! How frightful it is to think of a person really untainted with crime, compelled to herd for ten or twenty days with these abandoned wretches!

 

"On the other, the House of Correction side of the gaol, similar rooms will be found, full of prisoners communicating with each other, laughing and shouting without hindrance. All this is so little in accordance with existing notions of prison discipline, that one is continually fancying these disgraceful scenes cannot be in the capital of England, and in the year of grace 1850. Very few of the prisoners attend school or receive any instruction; neither is any kind of employment afforded them, except oakum-picking, and the still more disgusting labour of the treadmill. When at work, an officer is in attendance to prevent disorderly conduct; but his presence is of no avail as a protection to the less depraved. Conversation still goes on; and every facility is afforded for making acquaintances, and for mutual contamination."

 

After having long been branded by intelligent inspectors as a disgrace to the metropolis, Giltspur Street Compter was condemned, closed in 1854, and subsequently taken down.

 

Nearly opposite what used to be the site of the Compter, and adjoining Cock Lane, is the spot called Pie Corner, near which terminated the Great Fire of 1666. The fire commenced at Pudding Lane, it will be remembered, so it was singularly appropriate that it should terminate at Pie Corner. Under the date of 4th September, 1666, Pepys, in his "Diary," records that "W. Hewer this day went to see how his mother did, and comes home late, telling us how he hath been forced to remove her to Islington, her house in Pye Corner being burned; so that the fire is got so far that way." The figure of a fat naked boy stands over a public house at the corner of the lane; it used to have the following warning inscription attached:— "This boy is in memory put up of the late fire of London, occasioned by the sin of gluttony, 1666." According to Stow, Pie Corner derived its name from the sign of a well-frequented hostelry, which anciently stood on the spot. Strype makes honourable mention of Pie Corner, as "noted chiefly for cooks' shops and pigs dressed there during Bartholomew Fair." Our old writers have many references—and not all, by the way, in the best taste—to its cookstalls and dressed pork. Shadwell, for instance, in the Woman Captain (1680) speaks of "meat dressed at Pie Corner by greasy scullions;" and Ben Jonson writes in the Alchemist (1612)—

 

"I shall put you in mind, sir, at Pie Corner,

Taking your meal of steam in from cooks' stalls."

 

And in "The Great Boobee" ("Roxburgh Ballads"):

 

"Next day I through Pie Corner passed;

The roast meat on the stall

Invited me to take a taste;

My money was but small."

 

But Pie Corner seems to have been noted for more than eatables. A ballad from Tom D'Urfey's "Pills to Purge Melancholy," describing Bartholomew Fair, eleven years before the Fire of London, says:—

 

"At Pie-Corner end, mark well my good friend,

'Tis a very fine dirty place;

Where there's more arrows and bows. …

Than was handled at Chivy Chase."

 

We have already given a view of Pie Corner in our chapter on Smithfield, page 361.

 

Hosier Lane, running from Cow Lane to Smithfield, and almost parallel to Cock Lane, is described by "R. B.," in Strype, as a place not over-well built or inhabited. The houses were all old timber erections. Some of these—those standing at the south corner of the lane—were in the beginning of this century depicted by Mr. J. T. Smith, in his "Ancient Topography of London." He describes them as probably of the reign of James I. The rooms were small, with low, unornamented ceilings; the timber, oak, profusely used; the gables were plain, and the walls lath and plaster. They were taken down in 1809.

 

In the corner house, in Mr. Smith's time, there was a barber whose name was Catchpole; at least, so it was written over the door. He was rather an odd fellow, and possessed, according to his own account, a famous relic of antiquity. He would gravely show his customers a short-bladed instrument, as the identical dagger with which Walworth killed Wat Tyler.

 

Hosier Lane, like Pie Corner, used to be a great resort during the time of Bartholomew Fair, "all the houses," it is said in Strype, "generally being made public for tippling."

 

We return now from our excursion to the north of St. Sepulchre's, and continue our rambles to the west, and before speaking of what is, let us refer to what has been.

 

Turnagain Lane is not far from this. "Near unto this Seacoal Lane," remarks Stow, "in the turning towards Holborn Conduit, is Turnagain Lane, or rather, as in a record of the 5th of Edward III., Windagain Lane, for that it goeth down west to Fleet Dyke, from whence men must turn again the same way they came, but there it stopped." There used to be a proverb, "He must take him a house in Turnagain Lane."

 

A conduit formerly stood on Snow Hill, a little below the church. It is described as a building with four equal sides, ornamented with four columns and pediment, surmounted by a pyramid, on which stood a lamb—a rebus on the name of Lamb, from whose conduit in Red Lion Street the water came. There had been a conduit there, however, before Lamb's day, which was towards the close of the sixteenth century.

 

At No. 37, King Street, Snow Hill, there used to be a ladies' charity school, which was established in 1702, and remained in the parish 145 years. Dr. Johnson and Mrs. Thrale were subscribers to this school, and Johnson drew from it his story of Betty Broom, in "The Idler." The world of domestic service, in Betty's days, seems to have been pretty much as now. Betty was a poor girl, bred in the country at a charity-school, maintained by the contributions of wealthy neighbours. The patronesses visited the school from time to time, to see how the pupils got on, and everything went well, till "at last, the chief of the subscribers having passed a winter in London, came down full of an opinion new and strange to the whole country. She held it little less than criminal to teach poor girls to read and write. They who are born to poverty, she said, are born to ignorance, and will work the harder the less they know. She told her friends that London was in confusion by the insolence of servants; that scarcely a girl could be got for all-work, since education had made such numbers of fine ladies, that nobody would now accept a lower title than that of a waiting-maid, or something that might qualify her to wear laced shoes and long ruffles, and to sit at work in the parlour window. But she was resolved, for her part, to spoil no more girls. Those who were to live by their hands should neither read nor write out of her pocket. The world was bad enough already, and she would have no part in making it worse.

 

"She was for a long time warmly opposed; but she persevered in her notions, and withdrew her subscription. Few listen, without a desire of conviction, to those who advise them to spare their money. Her example and her arguments gained ground daily; and in less than a year the whole parish was convinced that the nation would be ruined if the children of the poor were taught to read and write." So the school was dissolved, and Betty with the rest was turned adrift into the wide and cold world; and her adventures there any one may read in "The Idler" for himself.

 

There is an entry in the school minutes of 1763, to the effect that the ladies of the committee censured the schoolmistress for listening to the story of the Cock Lane ghost, and "desired her to keep her belief in the article to herself."

 

Skinner Street—now one of the names of the past—which ran by the south side of St. Sepulchre's, and formed the connecting link between Newgate Street and Holborn, received its name from Alderman Skinner, through whose exertions, about 1802, it was principally built. The following account of Skinner Street is from the picturesque pen of Mr. William Harvey ("Aleph"), whose long familiarity with the places he describes renders doubly valuable his many contributions to the history of London scenes and people:—"As a building speculation," he says, writing in 1863, "it was a failure. When the buildings were ready for occupation, tall and substantial as they really were, the high rents frightened intending shopkeepers. Tenants were not to be had; and in order to get over the money difficulty, a lottery, sanctioned by Parliament, was commenced. Lotteries were then common tricks of finance, and nobody wondered at the new venture; but even the most desperate fortune-hunters were slow to invest their capital, and the tickets hung sadly on hand. The day for the drawing was postponed several times, and when it came, there was little or no excitement on the subject, and whoever rejoiced in becoming a house-owner on such easy terms, the original projectors and builders were understood to have suffered considerably. The winners found the property in a very unfinished condition. Few of the dwellings were habitable, and as funds were often wanting, a majority of the houses remained empty, and the shops unopened. After two or three years things began to improve; the vast many-storeyed house which then covered the site of Commercial Place was converted into a warehousing depôt; a capital house opposite the 'Saracen's Head' was taken by a hosier of the name of Theobald, who, opening his shop with the determination of selling the best hosiery, and nothing else, was able to convince the citizens that his hose was first-rate, and, desiring only a living profit, succeeded, after thirty years of unwearied industry, in accumulating a large fortune. Theobald was possessed of literary tastes, and at the sale of Sir Walter Scott's manuscripts was a liberal purchaser. He also collected a library of exceedingly choice books, and when aristocratic customers purchased stockings of him, was soon able to interest them in matters of far higher interest…

 

"The most remarkable shop—but it was on the left-hand side, at a corner house—was that established for the sale of children's books. It boasted an immense extent of window-front, extending from the entrance into Snow Hill, and towards Fleet Market. Many a time have I lingered with loving eyes over those fascinating story-books, so rich in gaily-coloured prints; such careful editions of the marvellous old histories, 'Puss in Boots,' 'Cock Robin,' 'Cinderella,' and the like. Fortunately the front was kept low, so as exactly to suit the capacity of a childish admirer. . . . . But Skinner Street did not prosper much, and never could compete with even the dullest portions of Holborn. I have spoken of some reputable shops; but you know the proverb, 'One swallow will not make a summer,' and it was a declining neighbourhood almost before it could be called new. In 1810 the commercial depôt, which had been erected at a cost of £25,000, and was the chief prize in the lottery, was destroyed by fire, never to be rebuilt—a heavy blow and discouragement to Skinner Street, from which it never rallied. Perhaps the periodical hanging-days exercised an unfavourable influence, collecting, as they frequently did, all the thieves and vagabonds of London. I never sympathised with Pepys or Charles Fox in their passion for public executions, and made it a point to avoid those ghastly sights; but early of a Monday morning, when I had just reached the end of Giltspur Street, a miserable wretch had just been turned off from the platform of the debtors' door, and I was made the unwilling witness of his last struggles. That scene haunted me for months, and I often used to ask myself, 'Who that could help it would live in Skinner Street?' The next unpropitious event in these parts was the unexpected closing of the child's library. What could it mean? Such a well-to-do establishment shut up? Yes, the whole army of shutters looked blankly on the inquirer, and forbade even a single glance at 'Sinbad' or 'Robinson Crusoe.' It would soon be re-opened, we naturally thought; but the shutters never came down again. The whole house was deserted; not even a messenger in bankruptcy, or an ancient Charley, was found to regard the playful double knocks of the neighbouring juveniles. Gradually the glass of all the windows got broken in, a heavy cloud of black dust, solidifying into inches thick, gathered on sills and doors and brickwork, till the whole frontage grew as gloomy as Giant Despair's Castle. Not long after, the adjoining houses shared the same fate, and they remained from year to year without the slightest sign of life—absolute scarecrows, darkening with their uncomfortable shadows the busy streets. Within half a mile, in Stamford Street, Blackfriars, there are (1863) seven houses in a similar predicament— window-glass demolished, doors cracked from top to bottom, spiders' webs hanging from every projecting sill or parapet. What can it mean? The loss in the article of rents alone must be over £1,000 annually. If the real owners are at feud with imaginary owners, surely the property might be rendered valuable, and the proceeds invested. Even the lawyers can derive no profit from such hopeless abandonment. I am told the whole mischief arose out of a Chancery suit. Can it be the famous 'Jarndyce v. Jarndyce' case? And have all the heirs starved each other out? If so, what hinders our lady the Queen from taking possession? Any change would be an improvement, for these dead houses make the streets they cumber as dispiriting and comfortless as graveyards. Busy fancy will sometimes people them, and fill the dreary rooms with strange guests. Do the victims of guilt congregate in these dark dens? Do wretches 'unfriended by the world or the world's law,' seek refuge in these deserted nooks, mourning in the silence of despair over their former lives, and anticipating the future in unappeasable agony? Such things have been—the silence and desolation of these doomed dwellings make them the more suitable for such tenants."

 

A street is nothing without a mystery, so a mystery let these old tumble-down houses remain, whilst we go on to tell that, in front of No. 58, the sailor Cashman was hung in 1817, as we have already mentioned, for plundering a gunsmith's shop there. William Godwin, the author of "Caleb Williams," kept a bookseller's shop for several years in Skinner Street, at No. 41, and published school-books in the name of Edward Baldwin. On the wall there was a stone carving of Æsop reciting one of his fables to children.

 

The most noteworthy event of the life of Godwin was his marriage with the celebrated Mary Wollstonecraft, authoress of a "Vindication of the Rights of Women," whose congenial mind, in politics and morals, he ardently admired. Godwin's account of the way in which they got on together is worth reading:—"Ours," he writes, "was not an idle happiness, a paradise of selfish and transitory pleasures. It is, perhaps, scarcely necessary to mention, that influenced by ideas I had long entertained, I engaged an apartment about twenty doors from our house, in the Polygon, Somers Town, which I designed for the purpose of my study and literary occupations. Trifles, however, will be interesting to some readers, when they relate to the last period of the life of such a person as Mary. I will add, therefore, that we were both of us of opinion, that it was possible for two persons to be too uniformly in each other's society. Influenced by that opinion, it was my practice to repair to the apartment I have mentioned as soon as I rose, and frequently not to make my appearance in the Polygon till the hour of dinner. We agreed in condemning the notion, prevalent in many situations in life, that a man and his wife cannot visit in mixed society but in company with each other, and we rather sought occasions of deviating from than of complying with this rule. By this means, though, for the most part, we spent the latter half of each day in one another's society, yet we were in no danger of satiety. We seemed to combine, in a considerable degree, the novelty and lively sensation of a visit with the more delicious and heartfelt pleasure of a domestic life."

 

This philosophic union, to Godwin's inexpressible affliction, did not last more than eighteen months, at the end of which time Mrs. Godwin died, leaving an only daughter, who in the course of time became the second wife of the poet Shelley, and was the author of the wild and extraordinary tale of "Frankenstein."

 

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De repente, Frozen surge entre os dois, separando-os:

- Epa, epa! Cheguei! O q q está acontecendo aqui? Perdí alguma coisa?

 

Sukita: - Não está acontecendo nada, Frozen! Eu só estava mostrando meu joguinho pro Yue, pra ver se ele consegue passar de fase pra mim...

 

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"We must not be surprised when we hear of murders, of killings, of wars, of hatred. If a mother can kill her own child, what is left but for us to kill each other."

- Mother Teresa of Calcutta

 

Malcom X once said,

“If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.”

 

It certainly can’t be misconstrued as love so it’s safe to say You “Black Women for Wellness” are hating the people (the unborn BLACK CHILD) being oppressed, and loving the people (Your Margret Sangers of the world & Planned Parenthood) who are doing the oppressing.

 

Abortion actually goes beyond oppression it’s a death sentence, your very actions and the photo of that awful message on the bill board seems to bare that out. You have made it quite clear "All Black Lives DO NOT Matter".

 

But unfortunately you got it TWISTED. You have played into the hands of the White Racist feminist, birth control activist, Margret Sanger. Margret set her sights on the extermination of the Black American population through her “Negro Project,” calling Black folks “reckless breeders” and “human weeds.”

 

You know what they say, the only good Nigger is a dead Nigger. Get rid of their kids or lock them up and the world will be a better place. How in the name of God can you and the likes of Stacey Yvonne Abrams be united in this madness. On top of that, MANY of you sisters of “Black Women for Wellness” are feminist. How do you reconcile in your warped mindset that you are advocating for the MURDER of little Black Girls. Explain to me how that works.

 

OOOHHHH No , No, No…. Shame, Insults and the Need to be Right don’t work with me. Please explain how you are not on the same page with Margaret Sanger.

 

You are making the legacy of Margaret Sanger proud, by woefully , and willfully carrying out her plans for the termination of those she despised so much. The Ku Klux Klan has a name for people like you, “useful idiots”.

 

OHH I'm SORRY did I say something to offend you?

Ask me if I care.

 

James Baldwn once said, “White People are trapped in a history they don’t understand” .

 

And the same goes for “BLACK WOMEN FOR WELLNESS”.

 

Y’all are trapped in a history you don’t understand” . How in the world does the word “Wellness” an phrase “PLANNED PARENTHOOD” coexist with exterminating a LIFE. You’re a joke just like BLM, they stand with you on murder of the unborn. What kind of mental gymnastics do you people do to be able to sleep at night?

 

You have invested so much time and energy in being wrong you can’t turn back now, it’s too humbling.

 

But you know what, your White liberal feminist back stabbers will cozy up to you, hold you tight, while caressing your hand & whisper in your ears ….. Shhhh it’s ok you ignore what he’s saying, he’s just one of those Silly Negros, don’t pay him any mind.

  

NEWS FLASH – There is a creator, God, Elohim, Yahweh and he will not be mocked. He made ( Actually one Race…. The Human Race) that comes in every flavor under the sun.

It doesn't matter if you don't believe in God or that you may have some twisted low view of God it doesn't change the TRUTH that there is a GOD that hears the cries of the murdered children in the womb.

 

It is mine to avenge; says the Lord, I will repay. In due time their foot will slip; their day of disaster is near and their doom rushes upon them." Deuteronomy 32:35

 

There’s only two kinds of people in the world. The redeemed and the unredeemed, those that will live for eternity in hell and those that will live in eternity in heaven with God. Unless God himself opens your eyes and you repent, there is no hope for you when judgment day comes, for you will not be able to plead ignorance. Your Conscience will accuse you. The TRUTH of knowing right from wrong that resides in your heart and soul placed there by God will prevent you from pleading, “ I DIDN’T KNOW”

 

For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who suppress the truth in unrighteousness…. Romans 1:18-21

 

How ironic you delusional Black heroines are not that much different from the evil white supremist in the '70s Blaxploitation film…..

 

THREE THE HARDWAY

The story is about three Black martial-arts specialists who prevent a white supremist plot to taint the United States water supply with a toxin that is harmless to whites but lethal to blacks. The only obstacles that stand in the way of this dastardly plan are Jim Brown, Fred Williamson and Jim Kelly, who shoot, kick and karate chop their way to final victory.

 

The sad part is there is no happy ending with y’all your mission is death and destruction and dismemberment of the innocent.

 

This murdering of children in the womb transcends race but you folks out there are more concerned about the rights of the woman who is alive and functioning but are not concerned in the least for the defenseless in the womb. Where is their advocate, who’s going to speak for them?

 

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own sight!

Isaiah 5:2-21

 

Yeah I know I’m not perfect…. now tell me something else I don’t know.

Psalm 58:3 The wicked are estranged from the womb; the liars go astray from birth. Even from birth the wicked go astray; from the womb they are wayward, spreading lies. These wicked people are born sinners; even from birth they have lied and gone their own way.

 

A woman's right Ends where the baby in the womb right to life begins.

 

women's rights over the rights of the unborn is the ultimate in hypocrisy.

 

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Cette singulière figure nue représente sainte Marie-Madeleine en ascète mystique. Selon la légende, la pécheresse repentie vivait retirée dans la grotte de la Sainte-Baume, vêtue de ses seuls cheveux. Elle était chaque jour enlevée au ciel par des anges pour entendre les choeurs célestes. La statue, passée dans le commerce d'art allemand au XIXe siècle, fut acquise par le musée du Louvre en 1902.

 

Une sculpture visible de tous côtés

La sainte était à l'origine soutenue par des anges sculptés. Maintenue dans une structure ovale métallique, la statue en tilleul était suspendue à la voûte d'une église, peut-être l'église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine du couvent des dominicains d'Augsbourg, reconstruite de 1513 à 1515. La sculpture était visible de tous côtés, puisque son dos est aussi soigneusement sculpté et polychromé que sa face. Par la suite, elle a été déposée et les anges ont été supprimés.

 

Entre Gothique et Renaissance

La Sainte Marie-Madeleine est attribuée à Gregor Erhart par comparaison avec La Vierge de miséricorde de Kaisheim réalisée par le sculpteur en 1502-1503 (Berlin, Staatliche Museen, détruite en 1945). Formé à Ulm, en Souabe, auprès de son père Michel Erhart (cité à Ulm de 1469 à 1522), Gregor s'installe en 1494 à Augsbourg où il devient un maître renommé. Le style ample et raffiné de La Sainte Marie-Madeleine, sa grâce paisible et sa physionomie douce s'inscrivent bien dans la tradition souabe gothique tardive. Mais l'attitude hanchée, qui évoque un contrapposto classique, les proportions harmonieuses et la plénitude du corps féminin dénudé révèlent aussi la connaissance des oeuvres de Dürer et une recherche de beauté formelle spécifique de la Renaissance. Le génie de Gregor Erhart est de transcrire de manière inédite en sculpture l'image traditionnelle de la sainte portée au ciel par les anges. Loin du canon gothique, menu et irréel, il dévoile des formes féminines épanouies, à peine dissimulées par la souple chevelure dorée qui coule sur le buste et se déploie dans le dos. Le modelé du corps, des légers creux des muscles tendus, des sillons à peine perceptibles sur les parties charnues, est d'une grande sensibilité. La beauté du visage, aux traits fermes et réguliers ciselés dans le tilleul avec une extrême subtilité, est soulignée par la polychromie originale, pâle et très raffinée conformément à la tradition gothique.

 

Sensuelle mais idéalisée

La présence charnelle de cette statue grandeur nature devait s'imposer fortement dans l'église. Mais l'image sensuelle et quasi profane qu'elle offre aujourd'hui, dépourvue de ses anges sculptés, doit être nuancée. La pose alanguie et l'expression recueillie veulent traduire l'extase mystique de la pénitente ; sa merveilleuse beauté et l'éclat de ses cheveux dorés, veulent évoquer le rayonnement de sa sainteté. La conception de ce nu féminin s'accorde ainsi au contenu spirituel de l'image religieuse, idéalisée selon la tradition médiévale. Gregor Erhart livre ici son chef-d'oeuvre, magistrale création de l'humanisme nordique du Moyen Age finissant, au seuil de la Renaissance.

 

Bibliographie

- GUILLOT DE SUDUIRAUT S., Sculptures allemandes de la fin du Moyen Age, dans les collections publiques françaises 1400-1530, catalogue d'exposition, musée du Louvre, Paris, 1991, cat. 56, pp.203-208.

 

- GUILLOT DE SUDUIRAUT S., Gregor Erhart, Sainte Marie-Madeleine, Collection Solo, Paris, 1997, n 6.

I set out that day to meet my girl for lunch in the business district. As I walked from my loft in Greektown towards her building, I saw a man dressed as Jesus carrying a huge cross. I set up to take a picture when I noticed the classic car cruising towards Campus Martius...

Elephant & Castle

Preface: I consider myself a pacifist. Those that know me would say the same.

 

I really do. Right up until the point that someone violates my wife's respect, and her fine bottom. What follows is a story that is sure to make this road trip memorable beyond the bare fact that it is a cross country drive full of scenic wonders.

 

On Sunday morning we woke up in a Battle Creek Michigan Econo Lodge and loaded up the car. I punched "coffee" into the gps and it came up with a coffee house .4 miles away from the motel. We made our way over and entered the nice lounge, leaving the cats and our possessions in the car. Inside the coffee house were several sets of families who had brought in their own mugs to enjoy a Sunday morning cup of joe. There was also a man in his 40's sitting on one of the couches. As we walked by him he gave a look. It was a look that Lisa and I would both recall later as troubling. We walked up to the counter to order our cups of coffee. The man proceeded to follow. He brushed by us and Lisa commented that she though the man grabbed her ass, but she couldnt be sure. I took mental note of this and waited for him to come out of the bathroom he walked in to. He reappeared no longer then 5 seconds after walking in and came back towards us. This time he blatantly reached down and grabbed her again. Right in front of me. Lisa pushed him back and then I did the same. I started getting in his face and yelling pretty loudly about the fact that he had just grabbed my wife's ass, not once, but twice. The entire coffee house was now on notice that things might turn bad. After a few shoves were exchanged the dude asked me to step outside. I obliged and we were going to head out when Lisa stopped me saying it was a waste of my time. We went back to the counter to pay for the cups. Meanwhile the guy sat back down on his couch. I did all I could to not run over to him and we calmly paid the bill, tipping the barista handsomely. She responded with a thank you and that the cops were on their way to deal with the man. I handed Lisa both coffee's and made her walk in front of me towards the exit. In truth though, I had no intention of exiting without getting into it with the guy. Again, I'm not one to scuffle but the guy violated Lisa's respect, my patience and my pride as a husband. I turned to him and spoke loud enough for the coffee house to hear "what are you 50... and grabbing little girls asses?" He got right back up off the couch and got in my face. Lisa jumped in between us trying to stop further escalation. This is where I lose it...

 

The guy picked Lisa up, tossed her to the side, and lunged for my head. Before I knew it Lisa threw our cups of steaming coffee at him... and I had his shirt and neck in my hands. I ran him into a table, a wall, a lamp and then straight to the floor, breaking several of those items in the process. I remember knocking his head a couple of times into the floor and the wall while Lisa futilely tried to pull me off of him. I think I even said the cliche fighting phrase "yea, you stay down!". One of the family men eventually pulled me off and we headed for the door before the guy could recover to cause more trouble. That and I wasn't too keen on being arrested for assault half a country away from home.

 

As we pulled away from the coffee house we saw the police driving, lights on, right by us. We spent the next 4 hours heading for the Michigan state border.

 

I feel bad about the families that had to witness this, and the coffee house owners stuff that I destroyed... but truth be told, I'd do the same thing over and over again given the chance.

 

The pervert had it coming.

 

Moral: Don't grab my girls bottom. ever. And, especially before I've had my morning coffee.

Three young men sharing their faith in a direct way. Image taken in Downtown Portland.

 

So I would like to comment on this image. I really appreciate what these guys are doing and their passion for people's salvation. I believe in the message their signs deliver and the truth of them. But I think that these are the wrong messages today, at least delivered by themselves. People won't care that the bible tells them to repent until they know Christ loves them. That is the first message that we need to tell people, that Jesus loves them, as people, as individuals, then tell them that they need to repent from their sins. He loves each and every one, then we tell them that there are consequences for turning their backs on His love and gift of grace.

La descente s'effectue soit par les marches du Repentir, 3700 marches, soit par la piste aux dromadaires. Nous avons opté pour la dernière, vue l'état de nos genoux. La toute fin de la montée et le début de la descente se font obligatoirement sur 700 marches taillées et aménagées dans la roche, c'est un bon test ...

What better place to preach than Las Vegas, the Sin City! :-)

 

Another street preacher on Broadway. He is bilingual too.

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Do you ever feel like the rebel of your own soul? As if any rule, any standard, or any boundary you set up for yourself is at the mercy of your own reckless actions? Have you had the feeling of being trapped in the circle of your decisions or that every bold step you take forward you secretly take two steps backward? I know those feelings. In fact, I've lived with those feelings. I have discovered that its not just an abstract thought - it is a reality. I am the rebel of my own soul. At first, the natural reaction is an overwhelming sense of tragedy. I feel tragically stranded in a sea of my own sinfulness, doomed to disappoint my God and break my standards for the end of time. I feel as if even God no longer understands or cares to hear my prayer. But then, so sweetly the Lord reminds me,

"My child, I understand. For I look into your heart and know your thoughts. If you were to fly away in the sky or drift away in the sea, I would still be there with you because I've told you that I will never leave you, nor forsake you. So cast all your cares on Me, because I care for you."

Then I remember that God can conquer the rebel of my soul, that I'm not hopleslessly stranded in the sea of my sinfulness and that He does care to hear my prayer. Broken before my saviour, I repent. I call sin what He calls sin and thank Him for His unconditional love and abundant forgiveness. I can then rid myself of the rebel of my soul and willingly allow the Lord to be the ruler of my soul.

[I Samuel 16:7 ~ Psalm 139 ~ Hebrews 13:5 ~ I Peter 5:7]

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De repente, con fuerte ruido de cencerros, gritos y ceniza aparecen entre el humo el Cencerrón y la Filandorra. Provocan el caos y se dirigen directamente a atacar al Ciego, pretendiendo cogerle las piernas con las tenazas y arrastrarle.

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“Now, brothers, I know that you acted in ignorance, as did your leaders. But this is how God fulfilled what HE had foretold through all the prophets, saying that HIS Christ would suffer. REPENT, then, and TURN TO GOD, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord, and that HE may send the Christ, who has been appointed for you—even Jesus. HE must remain in heaven until the time comes for God to restore everything, as HE promised long ago through HIS holy prophets. For Moses said, ‘The Lord your God will raise up for you a prophet like me from among your own people; you must listen to everything HE tells you. Anyone who does not listen to HIM will be completely cut off from among HIS people.' " ~ Acts 3:17-23

 

PRAYER

"Lord Jesus, change my heart and fill me with Your wisdom that I my love Your ways. Give me grace and courage to resist temptation and stubborn willfulness that I may truly desire to do what is pleasing to You."

 

#prayer and excerpt #meditation from today’s scripture reflection @ www.DailyScripture.Net or APP at Daily Scripture Servants of the Word

 

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Soneto de Separação - Vinicius de Moraes & Antonio Carlos Jobim

 

De repente do riso fez-se o pranto

Silencioso e branco como a bruma

E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma

E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto

 

De repente da calma fez-se o vento

Que dos olhos desfez a última chama

E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento

E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama

 

De repente não mais que de repente

Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante

E de sozinho o que se fez contente

 

Fez-se do amigo próximo, distante

Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante

De repente, não mais que de repente

  

www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVYzKXu3OBQ

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ANzjsBjGWU

  

* Marcio Jahú, talentoso componente da Focus Cia. de Dança

Local: Foyer do CCBB

As seen in the Financial District, San Francisco.