A Letter To Heaven: This REALLY Got to Me!

I guess there's a lesson to be learned here. To "keep looking up" otherwise one might miss out on what God is doing for us.

Stumbled across this on the net. Thought I'd share ...

Jus' sayin' ...


Beneath the Tangles (Christian anime website.) here. I did not get the above illustrations from there but think this link appropriate.


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End of Evangelion Komm Susser Todd/Come Sweet Death Revised

Initiation of the real Human Instrmentality/Third Impact.
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               End of Evangelion Komm Susser Todd/Come Sweet Death Revised

     
      I was, to say the least, impressed by End of Evangelion & that song in particular. While the song itself is an exhortation to resignation & suicide, I couldn't help but notice what a wonderful song of love & praise it could be if done differently. Here is my humble effort in altering some of the lyrics to accomodate.


Komm Susser Todd/Come Sweet Death


I know, I know I've let you down
I've been a fool to myself
I thought that I could
live for no one else
But now, through all the hurt and pain
It's time for me to respect
the ones you love
mean more than anything

With sweet madness in my heart
I feel the best thing I could do
is give it all
and live forever
what's done is done, now not so bad
what once was sorry now is glad
I'm now in love again
old world is ending

I'm glad that now has come the time
that I am yours & you're mine
can't live without the trust from those you love
I know you can forget the past
you can forgive guilt & pride
because of that was killin' me inside


It all is not for nothing, your love comes                    Up up up aaaaaaaaaaah
tumbling down, tumbling down,                               tumbling down, tumbling down,
tumbling down                                                        tumbling down
It all is not for nothing, you won't be                         Up up up aaaaaaaaaaah
letting me down, letting me down,                           letting me down, letting me down,
letting me down                                                      letting me down

In my heart of hearts,
I know that I can fall in love again
You are everything
everything
everything that matters to me,
matters in this world

I'm glad that now has come the time
that I am yours & you're mine
cant live without the trust from those you love
I know you can forget the past                                  aaaaaaaaaaah
You can forgive guilt & pride                                     aaaaaaaaaaah
because of that, was killin' me inside                         aaaaaaaaaaah oooooooooooo

It all is not for nothing, your love comes                    Up up up aaaaaaaaaaah
tumbling down, tumbling down,                               tumbling down, tumbling down,
tumbling down                                                        tumbling down
it all is not for nothing, you won't be                         Up up up aaaaaaaaaaah
letting me down, letting me down,                           letting me down, letting me down,
letting me down                                                      letting me down
(repeat)
                                                             
                                                                             Up up up aaaaaaaaaaah
                                                                             tumbling down, tumbling down,
                                                                             tumbling down
                                                                             Up up up aaaaaaaaaaah
                                                                             letting me down, letting me down,
                                                                             letting me down
                                                                             (repeat)


"Instrumentality" is real.

It's not science fiction.

You will still be an individual.

It's not for everyone.

Here's how it can be for you:

How Do We Get to Heaven?  here.

What Will Heaven Be Like? here.

On the Rapture, Third Impact, Armageddon & All That here.

Other links:

End of Evangelion: This Is (Really) Disturbing here.

Komm Susser Todd/Come Sweet Death Complete lyrics here.

You Tube rendition of Komm Susser Todd/Come Sweet Death here.

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Damnation and Denial: A Hell Girl Fanfiction

Hell Girl/Jigoku Shoujo "Ask not for whom she waits for. She waits for thee."
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                                      Damnation and Denial: A Hell Girl Fanfiction

                                                                         by

                                                                             C V Ford

      His struggle to revive over, the man looked up into the gray void above, faculties kicking in to the task of comprehension. He felt the gentle sway & rock of ..... "A boat?"

      Abruptly sitting up, his eyes traveled down the length of the small craft & into the pale, red-eyed visage of ..... her ..... that otherworldly young girl, appearing out of nowhere reciting that strange chant & even stranger gestures. Now he was ..... where?

      He scanned  a "360" out over the vast, stagnant, expanse. Only jutting rocks & floating paper lanterns lighting the way breaking the bleak monotony. Looming behind in the boats' direction a great black ceremonial gate rose through the oppressive haze. A heretofore fear of something denied all his life came to the forefront of the mans' mind. A fear of .....

      "Young lady!?" Dredging up courage to dispell his inwardly clawing doubts. "Explain yourself & this ..... Immediately!"

      The girl in the ornate flowered kimono stared back in emotionless, stoic, deadpan.

      "WHO are you!? WHAT is the meaning of this ..... & where are YOU taking me!?"

      Working the tiller/paddle side to side, she let out a wearied, slightly tortured sigh. In the centuries of executing her stygian task she had come to know the inevitable course of  conversation of his type all too well.

      "My name ..... is Ai ....."

      "So ....."

      "As for meaning, I have long since stopped questioning why things are as they are. I only know ..... THEY ARE ....."

      "....."

      "..... & where you are going is the place where the damned & dishonored dwell."

      "You don't mean ..... In all seriousness you believe such a place ....."

      "Yes ..... it is."

      "Young lady .....", he started in that faux serious mocking tone he was notoriously world famous for. "I've spent most of my life ..... proving time & again that such as you say is total rubbish, a demented fantasy. And if you think ..... for one moment I ....."

      "Your non-belief matters not."

      "Quite the contrary! I ....."

      "It is of no consequence."

       The eerie sereneness & finality of her abrupt replies only served to aggravate the arrogant scholar further. He decided on a new tack ....."

      "Really,"he drawled,"I suppose this loving God you serve is above the hypocrisy of condemning me ..... as if ....."

      "The ONE who even my master serves is blameless."

      "....."

      "It is we who condemn ourselves." Something she knew well enough, having separated herself from the divine so long ago. "As have you ..... & the one who entered into a covenant with me to take you here."

      "!?"

      "And your belief ..... or lack of it ..... is about to change."

      "Enough of this!"

      He held back. Even a fraction of his strength was more than enough to give him the physical advantage over this pale strip of a girl. His resolve to use it was tempered by giving her a last chance before he would take action.

      "It's obvious an enormously elaborate joke is being pulled on me. I ..... am ..... not ..... amused ..... in ..... the ..... slightest. You WILL turn  this boat around & you WILL take me to shore. NOW! ..... or else."

      The calm non-response from the girl as she continued moving the boat into the gates' shadow infuriated him to the point of action. He launched himself forward, fully intent on taking over & even administering some "chastisement" (A thought he now more than relished.) into the bargain.

      The man lurched back down as abruptly as he started. The multitude of hands, seemingly growing from the very wood grain of the vessel itself, held him firm, secure. The foundational cracks in his sanity growing ever wider.

      "Impossible! This isn't real! I refuse to accept even the possibility of this! This ....."

      The small boat passed under the black gate.

      "..... is vengeance. And I ..... am to ferry you to Hell."

Copyright © 3-8-2012 Jay Agan


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Now And Never

      The following are some ramblings on the concept of time I came up with some years ago. I thought I was being original only to find later that others have come up with something similar. And so .....
                                                      
                                                       Now And Never

                                                                  by

                                                                      Jay Agan

      No time to lose. I don’t have time for this. Ain’t got no time.
     
      When people say any of the above, they are speaking a profound truth, though they may not know it. You see, time does not exist. Never has.
     
      Time is a concept, invented, by who I suspect was a manipulator of some kind. It is used to regulate the thoughts/movement of others in "pulling the strings" more efficiently.
                       
      Forget the concept of time. There is no past. (If anything, it is a now that is no more.) To lament     "what might have been", to play the game of "coulda, woulda, shoulda", is to waste now on a fantasy.
                       
      There is no future. Once you "get there", it is now. If (for the sake of arguement) the future does exist, it is not what will be, but what might happen to now. The past might be a single conceptual line, but the future might be many conceptual lines. However, to play "wouldn’t it be nice...", to dwell on "could be, might be, maybe", is a waste of now.
                       
      If you must plan for the nebulous future, plan so you can live now. There is no guarantee you will be alive then. Only now really counts as it’s the only thing you really have.
                        
      Christians and theologians have speculated that Heaven is the eternal now. I say now is eternal everywhere. It is always with you.
                        
      Some will say time exists because of solar cycles, seasons, weather changes, ageing, etc. Not so. (Forget calenders, clocks, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, decades, centuries, etc. These are manipulators inventions.)
                        
      These things are the result of movement. The sun goes "up and down", not due to the passage of time, but because of the earth’s rotation. Seasonal change occurs from our planet’s slightly eliptical orbit around the sun. Ageing results from the interaction of our physical selves to the constantly changing now around and in us.
                        
      Again, these things are the result of movement. The interaction of  things and forces with one another in the great design of the universe.
                        
      The secret of good physical living, is not to avoid wasting time. But, rather, not to misuse now.
                                          
                                               Article copyright © 2-22-2011 Jay Agan

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The Lovely Bones: Of Kreeps & Killings

Susie Salmon (Saoirse Ronan) confronts her destiny in
The Lovely Bones. Photo credit: Film 4, WingNut Films,
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                                     The Lovely Bones: Of Kreeps & Killings

                                                                 by

                                                                    Jay Agan

      I usually try to stay away from films like this. Yanking away at the heartstrings, disorienting, & putting your mind off in all directions. Where to begin .....

      The Lovely Bones is the story of 14 year old Susie Salmon (Saoirse Ronan) whose life is cut short by neighbor George Harvey (Disturbingly played by Stanley Tucci). As she has some emotional/spiritual baggage to unload, she is "stuck" in an "in-between" before passing on to Heaven. As she constructs her own little fantasy world she keeps an eye on her family & tabs on her killer.

      While in this "purgatory" accompanied by "Holly Go Lightly"/Denise Ang (Nikki SooHoo), events surrounding her murder play out. Her family falls slowly apart & gets back together. Her sister, Lindsey (Rose McIver), suspecting the creep neighbor, conducts her own investigation. And Mr. Creepy, well he .....

      Turns out Mr. Harvey is a serial killer who's been at it almost 13 years. Moving from one town to the next he's run up a score of nine. As the exhilaration of Susies' hit wears off, he plans to add another tic mark. This time Lindsey, who he notices has been keeping an eye on him. Therein hangs the story.

      I've found the movie to be better than Alice Sebolds' book. The film is basically the same but without the long passages of Susies' introspection thus really moving the story along.

      There are three problems I have with this flick. Not as much film time is spent in the afterlife as I'd like. Perhaps Mr. Jackson didn't want an overload of SPFX as in his Lord of the Rings or King Kong. (I think Mr. Jackson redeemed himself from these two abominations with this film.) Why did sick boy keep the body so long? The book had him getting it to the sinkhole as soon as he could. Sure it was in a safe but you'd think the smell would still permeate the house. Even though he was being spied on, wouldn't killing off a member of a previous victims' family be a little suspicious looking? I think the police call it a ..... clue.

      As it is, everything turns out all right in the end. Even for Susie. Everything, that is, except for George "Norman Bates" Harvey.

      In spite of this being a good film I still dislike it. The movie is an emotional roller coaster sending the emotions every which way. I really don't like such mind manipulation at all. I guess I'll still be keeping this one in my collection though. Why? I'm not gonna tell ya!

      Excuse me. I have something in my eye.

      "Nobody notices when we leave. I mean ..... the moment when we really choose to go. At best ..... you might feel ..... a whisper ..... or ..... the wave of a whisper ..... undulating down.

      "My name is Salmon. Like the fish. First name Susie.

      "I was 14 years old when I was murdered on December 6, 1973.

      "I was here for a moment ..... & then I was gone.

      "I wish you all ..... a long & happy life."

                                                Article copyright © 2-6-2011 Jay Agan

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