About two weeks ago, I went on an evening walk with my camera to practice and to spend some time alone to ponder. As I walked past the bridge over the River Don and continued on the sidewalk, I thought about what I might find around me that would be a great capture and tell [...]
If I was there, Jesus, in your days What would be my name? Where would I have stood? Would I be Mary who gave you birth? Or Herod, who sort your death? Would I have travelled like the wise men? Or held the sword across a child's head? If I was there, Jesus, in your [...]
Numbers laced with death.
Like the waves of the sea . . .
You'll wake up from death disappointed . . .
My dear cousin shares a semi-horror story you might want to read.
The one who casts the shadow is defeated. Powerless. Helpless. Toothless. All that's left of him is his shadow that lurks.
But does it really make any sense? That life ends here? What happens to the you that is your SOUL?
But in the battle of choices, there are consequences for each, and the only reason one consequence is damned for the other lies in the strength of the entity that has been fed strong when the decision was about to be made.