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Weekend Writing Prompt #243 – Temerity: dear Enigma

How can I forget you, dear Enigma? He begins, a letter he will not post, not that it matters anyway, to her, who does not even have a traceable address like most other women do, unsurprisingly in her case, free, confident, incredibly ingenious, elusive like the path of the summer wind, commanding the temerity to … Continue reading Weekend Writing Prompt #243 – Temerity: dear Enigma

further random pictures of things in sky

flare orbs captured 2022-01-06 Quote: "Flare orbs are nothing more than a secondary image of the sun, filtered by the lens coating and reflected from internal lens surfaces before forming part of the captured image. Other flare effects can be seen here but they're over a broader area and are less defined. There is nothing … Continue reading further random pictures of things in sky

confession and background of this blogger-writer -a spiritual journey

I do not have the intention to write a conventional Bible words dictionary. This is just a personal journey recording what I receive daily for the last 20 days of this last month of this year 2021. As some readers may have noted, I have not followed any fixed pattern of writing in this blog. … Continue reading confession and background of this blogger-writer -a spiritual journey

A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS chapter 2 : three Bs

Revision God loves all and has made provision for all to be saved. Today's words: Believe, birth, blood. Serious interrelated key words from the Bible. At the end of this post I will post two haiku written on the words received yesterday and today. Believe. This is the first word for today. It is an … Continue reading A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS chapter 2 : three Bs

A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS chapter 1 : effective for ALL

All have been through together, the year of ridicule. What are the words for the remains of the days in 2021? For those who have sailed above the uncharted water, or are still sailing through it, let us plunge into the Bible treasure chest and pick up some word gems to shape and guide as … Continue reading A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS chapter 1 : effective for ALL

2021-12-11 sound mind’s poem -the same rain for tears

Looking through the old photos and archives of my blog posts, here is a find of a poem named "cheeky rain" (12-11-2017). It tells of how the old and the new intermingling in a person's mind, made of memories neatly categorized by the brain, often mixing up the occasions and meanings. Enjoy and have a … Continue reading 2021-12-11 sound mind’s poem -the same rain for tears

magic briefcase adventure: a conspiracy uncovered, three tests, a decision to make

Today, like any other fine weather day, he hikes up and beyond this 8000 feet high mountain. He responds to a call (from his Source) to go down the other side to investigate an unearthly signal for urgent help emanating from an area there. The hike is comfortable as the sun smiles at him and … Continue reading magic briefcase adventure: a conspiracy uncovered, three tests, a decision to make

Past tales -revisit “where our lives meet, there is always time”

I first took part in Becky's timesquare with this post, where our lives meet, there is always time posted on 12-27-2018. Looking at the pictures and the poem I realize how time has passed almost without notice. The story and poem (about an old love between a farmer and his old wife) faded like the … Continue reading Past tales -revisit “where our lives meet, there is always time”

Wordle #261challenge: a limp, a chest of gold and a beautiful lake

2016-01-27 Lake Tahoe It started with a limp. More specifically it started on the day (a long time ago) when I fell down and sprained my ankle while hiking and met the mermaid in a tank. Here is the ensuing conversation: Me (The solitary truant playing young person on hilltops): Good day, miss. (Not wanting … Continue reading Wordle #261challenge: a limp, a chest of gold and a beautiful lake

Spiritual traveler’s notes 14: ‘tongue’ (reposted 2021-07-09)

this is another random episode I took from my classic spiritual adventure series, a fun story that has not yet ended. it was a story based on visions, dreams, and spiritual encounters/inspirations that I received.

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I decided to repost a further episode from this 2014 series of my story and took this one out at random. Enjoy.

Traveler Ying and 25 teens and children discovered that they were walking downward into the depth of the earth. The gentle slope soon became steep and slippery with the sound of dripping water. They could feel the dampness. Some children slipped and fell and scratched themselves. Some fell into mud puddles. The older children had to carry the little ones and their pace became slow. There were twelve boys and thirteen girls. Each regiment had a balanced mix of older and younger children so each was able to take care of its own.

The underground tunnel seemed to lead to a river as they could hear the sound of flowing water, which became louder and louder as they approached it. At last they stood next to a dark…

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Spiritual traveler’s notes 15: ‘individual’ (re-posted on 2021-07-09)

this is a story that came out of a spiritual encounter. It was fun writing the whole series which is yet to end. I took the whole lot away from the public shelf as I need to publish them as a book. Today I am prompted to post an episode so I took this one at random. I hope you will enjoy.

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I decided to repost a random episode from my 2014 story, as a treat to my readers.

Traveler Ying’s notes: I have been recording my own perspectives, on how an individual asks for divine direction in end days. However, I am reminded today that each individual must ask for himself or herself. Henceforth, the notes will speak for each individual as the Spirit leads.

Yu (the boy who spoke the language of the water creatures) wrote his account here: water creature

I knew I could speak the water creatures’ tongue when I was about seven. Some bad people came and took my parents and they never returned. My aunt took care of me until she died when I was fourteen. She washed clothes for rich people and we went to the river everyday. My closest friend was a fish. One day I talked to it and it talked back. My aunt asked me…

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The magic briefcase adventure: a random reading of one day

“This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.”― David Nicholls, quote from One Day. He never knew how he could ever forget the day they first met and began a strange, out-of-this-world relationship. Looking back now, he realizes how true these words have been to them, “You can live your whole life not … Continue reading The magic briefcase adventure: a random reading of one day

Simply 6 Minutes—04/13/2021: a random birthday simply musing

not many enjoy birthday and I am one yet it has to come and it is always done a friend who is kind to bake a cake sends it by drone landing so centered right on my newly laundered lawn she rings and instructs me to remember the pond making sure the weeds are pulled … Continue reading Simply 6 Minutes—04/13/2021: a random birthday simply musing

magic briefcase adventure: a conspiracy cover up

No one really knows what happened up that 8000 ft. high mountain of snow or the fact that the small people live up there deep inside the wood. When he was given the assignment as a guardian of the four wind for earth and transferred to this Snowland as the last part of his term … Continue reading magic briefcase adventure: a conspiracy cover up

Magic briefcase adventure: Does he celebrate birthday? Does it matter to her? Or anyone?

Does he celebrate earth birthday? The question suddenly appeared as he glanced at his social network message board. He has never really thought of such matter about himself. In fact he hardly think of himself. In a day's time it will be another chronological birthday for him on earth. After seven decades, he can hardly … Continue reading Magic briefcase adventure: Does he celebrate birthday? Does it matter to her? Or anyone?

simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: “I don’t want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.”

As he now remembers Snowland and the mystical woman he met up there at 8000ft altitude, he remembers how the trees have impacted him, as he tries to associate her with something they both can relate to without feeling bound. Both of them value independence and privacy above all else, even their strange unique relationship. … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: “I don’t want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.”

simply six minutes: magic briefcase story-snowland’s goodbye song

It has been a short year for him after that parting. When he hears this goodbye song today he feels an ache in his heart. Why?  As he looks through the blog trying to sort out some old posts, he sees a goodbye song. He listens to it. And he feels sadness, just a tinge. … Continue reading simply six minutes: magic briefcase story-snowland’s goodbye song

Simply 6 Minutes 12/29/2020: there was another life that I might have had…

“There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.”― Kazuo Ishiguro He is really thankful whenever he thinks of what he has that brief season. He sometimes wishes that he has another life, a normal human life, instead of being a "man" from another world, stuck on earth in … Continue reading Simply 6 Minutes 12/29/2020: there was another life that I might have had…

Simply Six Minutes: Magic Briefcase Adventure six (about silent love and pain)

20191024 Blessed “How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart?” (Orhan Pamuk) He gave her a poem on her birthday, Rudyard Kipling’s “the power of a dog”. And she burst into tears while reading it and seeing a portrait of her dog that passed on prior to their strange … Continue reading Simply Six Minutes: Magic Briefcase Adventure six (about silent love and pain)

Challenge 331 FIRST, Heal: gender perspectives (one story three haikus)

heal, first, one haiku challenge (Haiku one: Reconciled position) distant rumble "heal" who goes "first" he smiles she laughs and they dance as "one" (Haiku two: competitive position) distant rumble "heal" who gets "first" he asks she laughs alas none no "one" (Haiku three: neutral position) distant rumble "heal" who cares "first" not me (blank … Continue reading Challenge 331 FIRST, Heal: gender perspectives (one story three haikus)

“sometimes we just have to dig deeper” (a treasure hunter)

Digging into my treasure chest I found this today. Alas, my perspective remains unchanged though somewhat challenged. The following is an unabridged version. My task at hand is how may I write a sequel? No, I don't mean a sequel in mere words which is easy and may be churned out like a budget standard … Continue reading “sometimes we just have to dig deeper” (a treasure hunter)

the perfect apathy

You remember and dwell on all the things you've lost and ignore all the things you haven't. Because your scars are like stars. Yet the night stays perfectly black. —the perfect apathy (pleasefindthis Friday, August 7, 2009) We could sing good songs about each other. 你仍记得,记忆留连在你失去的所有一切,却忽略了你仍然拥有的一切,因为你的伤痕就如同星辰,但夜晚却仍是如此完美的黑。(完美的冷漠) 我们其实可以为彼此唱出多么美好的歌呢 pleasefindthis (the pen name of Iain S. Thomas) … Continue reading the perfect apathy

a nursing home blue and a poem

a nursing home blue the call came at uncalled-for time waking in sweat nightmare? you bet no, a distant loved one's quest to rise from the stone-cold tiles after a fall no one recall how and when and why no one manages care from thousands of ocean miles beyond we come we dare dear one … Continue reading a nursing home blue and a poem

@my best friend: the time for an old poet

leaf and life thought The poet gazes afar as the two slowly walk, Through a strait gate palm in palm they talk. Now I am ninety-nine and you not younger dear, Friend to friend, goodbye without fear. Time to leave them all: sanctuary abode round the corner, Old dreams of love and whimsy bliss that … Continue reading @my best friend: the time for an old poet

Sound Mind Economics #1: “equal right”

gold bars: economics principle Sound Mind Economics and Application Issues #1 Dear Millennials and others: Because I was once your age I know how you currently struggle with many pertinent issues. Why economics? It is the main issue that divides many in this world of “inequality”. I believe when we go deeper in economics we … Continue reading Sound Mind Economics #1: “equal right”

where our lives meet, there is always time

"I haven't written to you for a long time," he scribbled in long hand, "it is not because I have forgotten our times. " The letter came to a halt in the next white space, meant for paragraphs to be filled, stained with patches of water (something spilled?) mark. "It is Christmas Day and I … Continue reading where our lives meet, there is always time

December Squares -the time of a poet

December Squares -the time of a poet A time to move on, Elin, he says, and they set sail to England. The poet sighs as the two slowly walk, Down a memory lane hand in hand they talk. Now I am thirty-five and you not younger, raising a farm family of a boy and two … Continue reading December Squares -the time of a poet

time travel haiku and back: just timing

https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/12/03/december-squares-3/ sometime ago when in an interval story zone long ago in another story zone just timing my time and yours to savor and chimepreparing our climb This months photo challenge in square format from Becky is Time https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/12/04/december-squares-4/#more-12547 https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/12/03/december-squares-3/comment-page-3/#comment-10839

another attempt: the windows are open

from where we stand, on this street, the windows are open windows of opportunity open daily to hearts that tally and not give up patiently perseveringly waiting for the break dawns always break at the first ray of light come alive a call so still and quiet yet you hear it high and wide many … Continue reading another attempt: the windows are open