What's up?

Hi there, are you all woke? Woke, ahem, the new slogan mostly used by ‘modern’ let’s say ‘woke’ people.A phrase that’s being used more frequently than before .A kind of hip statement like “far out” or “cool” today your fear of missing out.(FOMO) is not using the word “woke”.Just like OK BOOMER Chlöe Swabrick's introduced this expression in New Zealand's parliament. She  belongs to the Green Party and silenced a fellow member of the U.K. Parliament by saying, "OK, boomer" – a phrase adopted by millennials to call out people from the baby boomer generation.also a new used phrase to express your lack of courtesy towards older, perhaps more wiser people. As far as I am concerned, a deadly remark to use for older people. With that you kill any substantive discussion and you evade your own responsibility, even if only out of politeness, to listen to the wisdom of the elderly. Lack of respect is also evident.Discarding an argument with the term OK BOOMER without entering into any further substantive discussion can indeed come across as a whole and be taken over by the generation of millenials, but you will never actually solve any problems with that. I consider it a result of the internet generation that no longer knows about eye to eye contact, that no longer knows how to read the expressions of fellow human beings because almost all of their communication goes through social media, in app groups of what's app and signal of telegram.No, rather than here in Narnia, where a message from the great emperor was always written on paper, rolled up and sealed with the seal of the high king himself. As soon as you saw that seal, you became well aware of the importance of the message it contained. You thought twice before you refused the messenger its door. Moreover, you treated that same messenger with all respect.So from now on, let's avoid "OK whatever" and let's relate to each other again, appropriate to our ages.Hail Aslan.Best regards to you allReepicheep Humble knight of the High King.

18th of october 2019 Reepicheeps diary.

Hi Folks, as knight of Aslan i always  wonder how mankind is overcoming sickness.
I mean we talking animals happen to fall ill from time to time and nature will take it's course.
The same happens to us all. Even noble knights of the High King Himself cannot escape from it.
As i was visiting the hall of knowledge ( the Bodleian library of my own home town) i stumbled upon this poem.

As on microscopical level 

chemo does its job all too well

Gods love is radiating  

even through the darkest corners 

of our fears  and  deepest doubts 

wish you well Dan

wish you well

you’re in my prayers

is all for now i just can tel

As on unsurpassed and spiritual level
His spirit does His job all too well
For past  and present and the future
He takes us by the hand
lead us through this barren land
even when we’re walking a thin line
you’re still in my prayers
as brother in christ
your pain is also mine
wish you well Dan
wish you well
1 cor 12 verse 26

I just wanted to share this with you all.

Hail Aslan,

Yours truly,

Reepicheep.

15th of april 2019

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Reepicheeps  Diary, 15th of april 2019

In de void of His absence i realized that all i could do was watch and pray.

Waiting for His coming. While waiting showing me, like time itself, to be an earnest laborer.

Silently pondering on the questions yet unasked and unspoken.

Revealing my deepest secrets to Him in prayer. Leaving them there , laying down before His feet.

It gave me a sense of rest i must confess. Like confession with a priest.

It is a shame that priests however, so often has taken advantage of the vulnerability of those young confessors. I sincerely hope that the church. . .  I really hope the church will improve its actions in these matters. That there will be no longer sexual abuse of children,girls,nuns and that those responsible for it wil take action to stop this misconduct. Repent what they did wrong and seek redemption for their actions.

I mean the great emperor has clearly spoken about these matters. 

Even among talking animals, relationships are only permitted with respect for mutual personal boundaries. Taking the personal intimacy of the other person into consideration is the guiding principle. Not only following your instincts may be leading. After all, we are talking animals.

Even in the animal world there is no such thing as boundless freedom of action. There is always the whole that is more than the sum of its parts.

That is something that I have always held as a noble knight of the High King.

“There are things that only touch the surface, below that the soul stays the same and shines, like a pond on which leaves sail.People sing and listen to what it sounds like.” (Vasalis) I heard a poet say when i traveled through the land of Adam and Eve.

I have not stayed there long but long enough to witness the resilience of the people.

For now i wil close with some small wisdom talk from mr Tumnus himself.

“A four legged animal walking upright like a gentleman doesn’t mean a thing, as it disrespects the intimacy of others.”

Hail Aslan,

Reepicheep.

Introduction to the seven scrolls of Reepicheep

What's up?

The seven roles of Reepicheep were written eons ago.Even i had forgotten about them.This is just an excerpt from the introduction spoken by Tumnus at Lantern waste.
Tumnus speaksEvery now and then I am desperately looking for a good conversation. Come around again today. A really good conversation. Certainly here in Narnia. It was therefore a great relief when I met Eva’s daughter yesterday at the Lamppost in the clearing in the big forest.I invited her to drink a cup of hot tea in my cave and to my great joy she agreed.On the way to tea, I asked her about the purpose of her journey. Where is your journey going?And why did you stand by the lamppost there? "Did you wait for someone?""No, she said, I was suddenly in that place. I don't know exactly how it happened anymore but I was playing with others in the big house. I was hiding in the closet and suddenly there was no back and I fell in the snow in the fur coats. A little further on I saw the lamppost and I walked towards it and…. and then you suddenly came to me.In the beginning she told her hesitantly but gradually, once she was busy her story rolled out all at once. I didn't blame her. It will just happen to you that suddenly you are sucked into mine from another world and you also meet a talking faun who asks you for tea and then such a handsome copy as me. Hairy legs from hip to hoof and a big beard on my chin. The horns tough on top of my handsome head.In any case, a tough and masculine face that women should fall on, I thought so.But that doesn't matter, at least she was here and that was the main thing.We finally arrived at my cave and I opened the door for her. She went inside carefully. I pointed her to the chair by the fireplace. "Feel free to take a seat", I said, "in the meantime I will make tea. Do you want tea? ”I asked as I went to the kitchen to get water. "Yes, nice," she said. A moment later we sat comfortably by the fireplace. and this time I was not alone but had someone in front of me.I finally had a real conversation. I had longed for this for so many years.Shall I pour in? I asked, taking the cups out of the cupboard and putting them on the table in front of us. Yes she likes to answer with her fresh female voice.I poured her carefully and with care and asked if she wanted lemon in it or milk. No thank you she said and crossed her legs. There she sat, her hands folded and timidly awaiting what the next step would be. I could tell from everything that she was still astonished and still busy processing her sudden transition from wherever she had come to this cold white winter landscape Narnia.The hot tea did her visibly good and gradually the conversation and the consumption of another cup she thawed more and more.We spoke about The Melody that we all heard about the birth of Narnia. The Melody that each of us can still remember somewhere deep inside. Then we talked about the "absence" of Aslan and His second coming to the country.I really believe that He will come back someday, you know. I really hope that you believe that is true. In any case, it was wonderful to get a reply during the conversation. Finally, after being alone for so many years.As if I pricked a tree with my walking stick and at the same time could feel where I was and where the tree was. It was precisely this tension that had been missing for so many years now. Who for me could be the confirmation that I was alive, that I existed, that all this was not a bad dream. It was just delicious. I was just not alone anymore and it felt incredibly good.It was as if I was on the threshold of a new beginning, a new time that had begun at the same time.Although it was still winter and just as cold outside as ever. In the meantime we had a nice time inside by the fireplace and surrendered to the comfortable warmth of the fire, the tea and the good conversation.Just seeing her smile helped enormously. How easy can it be to feel happy with a few ingredients. A warm fire, a cup of hot tea and a person opposite you with whom you can have a good conversation. To meet the other because meeting is of course communication. And communication is a form of love or vice versa.That I had someone in front of me quickly became clear to me because she started asking me questions to which I also didn't immediately have an answer.Why it was always winter in Narnia. Why I could speak. Who was that Aslan that I always talked about?I have quietly taken the time to explain it to her. I tried to tell an honest story as well as possible about the history of my country, my people and what we stand for together. Finally tired of the extensive conversation and the information I had given her, she started yawning. I think you need to have a good night sleep, don't you?I think so, she said meanwhile rubbing her eyes, I am so tired now that I can sleep a hundred years.I showed her the guest room, the bathroom, and gave her what she needed to wash herself.She thanked me for the tea and the sleeping place and closed the door.I myself took a seat behind my desk to write the impressions of this day in my diary. Today I am a happy faun.Tomorrow after breakfast I want to introduce her to my friends in the forest.Heil Aslan.

Reepicheeps diary 28th of march 2019

What's up?

I never knew
that I can be so lost
I never realized
that I can keep looking like this
and still can't find it
I never thought
that  using the wrong map
takes me further and further away
of the loves in my life
that using  the wrong map
let me take more and more
give less and less
that using  the wrong map
shows me a way
but will never lead me back
to the house where I like to live.



Hail Aslan

Reepicheeps diary-march 2019

What's up?

Reepicheep’s diary it's about time! So mind the clock and watch it carefully!

White is fading in to grey

slowly going black

ultimately no colors will be visible

because of the darkness all around us.

It made me remember those days when here in Narnia everything was white. White because of everlasting winter.

The mountains were white, the trees of the forest were white, Lantern waste was white, no single color visible. We, speaking animals, could not distinguish colors because of the snow.

So in some way we had to be enlightened by something,something, or someone bigger, larger than life.

Luckily a miracle happened, sons of adam en eve came into our world and in doing so started fulfilling the long foretold prophecy. The great Emperor would send Aslan back to conquer the white witch.

Today there is a dark force an algorithmic darkness is spreading through the internet.

It brings out the worst in people.

 Before the internet even existed, some called it a sin nowadays we call it an algorithmic badness, a programmed darkness. Aimed at generating clicks and collecting data in order to sell the collected data to the highest bidder.

It’s about the same like what the white witch did back in our white days of winter.

But the big difference with that time is that today the link is made with artificial intelligence. In a little while the quantum computer will be introduced and as soon as it can make ethical decisions we will hand over our dillemas. After all, people have an unprecedented fear of taking responsibility. Ever since the initial fall in paradise, we have been doing nothing else than pointing at the other when we are addressed, or we are hiding behind properly following prescribed protocols. Everything to get out of our responsibility.

Social media brings out the bad in people. It is fear itself that paralyzes them. In response to half-truths or downright deliberately spun lies, we react unabashedly through social media.

I am very happy that we have no such thing as social media here in Narnia. We do have our channels through which we communicate, but they are mainly in the field of barking, crying, howling, whistling and very occasionally a written announcement.

Like this written page from my diary. I will try to publish more regularly in the coming period. I understand that your world, unlike that of Narnia, is currently in great need.

Climate problems, coincidentally quite the opposite of those we have been troubled with in Narnia for centuries, so you are suffering from heat that keeps rising. Add to that the overreaction on the internet and a certain boiling point cannot be delayed.

I don't want to leave you too sad so I close this day with a good joke.

What do you call a beaver without legs?

It doesn't matter, he won't come if you call him.

Hail Aslan.

Reepicheep avoiding social media

Hi, there, still visiting this blog every now and then? Searching for additions to my diary?

Well here is another piece. Reepicheep is still avoiding social media and i will explain to you why  in a minute.

For now i just want to wish every reader, visitor of this site a very healthy and prosperous 2019. I've missed the Christmas greetings this year for i was not able to publish before the 25th of december.

Sorry for that. But the great Emperor got my busy instead in another place to help out to people in need. And i mean people who are really in need for help.

But let's get back tot  the initial point i was trying to make. Avoiding Social media.

Well after several years, since the start of the world wide web I have discovered a strange phenomenon. The internet and especially the use of social media has turned out to be a safe heaven to al of us who just want to keep on complaining,swearing,insulting,trhethening as well as comment, mostly negative, on what other people publish. We have lost control over our own nuances. We are no longer able to act patiently to what other people write and tell about themselves.

In fact the internet has become a one way mirror and it shows the darkest side of mankind to the fullest. No self-control, people just pouring out more and more . It 's in fact a constant diarreah of words and bad language. Insulting and hurting the other without any consideration whatsoever.

We have become numb for the consequences of our own words. We just don't realize what our political incorrectness is doing to others.

So if i were you and you would be me follow my advice:! Leave social media right now!!!

You'll be astonished about how many time you will have then to visit real sites, deliberately chosen by yourself. 

Just do it, leave social media, stop twittering about, leave facebook, quit tumblr and all those other digital monsters who do nothing els than collecting data about your internet behavior and selling that to others.

Stop weaving a digital beast in the internet by voluntarily give up your privacy bit by bit.

I mean we know all that no one of us will take the time tot read privacy statements in full length just because they are deliberately written much too long.

HAIL ASLAN!

REEPICHEEP's leaving Facebook!

Hi there, i never thought i would dare to but this mouse has finally left Facebook en is now facing a detoxing gap of about 14 days before facebook has completely deleted al of my interests, sites i've visited since 2009,poems i wrote or read since that same year.

Anyway i am now more than before  able to focus on the corsshaired S(o)un. I am now in a state of calmness to let my thoughts ripe before i put them on the internet.  For this moment i am securely scanning the complete download of my personal timeline i ordered and downloaded before i actually quit FB.

I have tried it before just by logging out but  just to find out that within a few days i did log in again and got hooked again. But yesterday, the 10th of april 2017 i made a radical move, downloaded my files and right after that i ordered Facebook to erase my profile.

I think i'll get a little practicing in  sword fighting again. it's been quite a while i got time for that!

After that i think i'll read a good book or have a try at a new poem. Never know what muse will come passing by. Mostly when you don't expect her! She'l be more than welcome!

Hail Aslan

Reepicheep has a bad day!

December 8th 2017.

As the first fresh snow has fallen down and the fire is burning,  i  sit behind my desk to write  about the  events of the past few days. That is , to ponder upon many things. Maybe to whisper a softly prayer.

Jerusalem, now pronounced as the undivided capital of the promised land by the global courts jester himself. It’s gonna be terrific eh, horrific believe him it will.

The decease  of an old and beloved aunt, mother of her two sons and last in line of a true friendly family. The threads with my own ancestors now definitely cut through. We are next in line ,standing eye to eye facing  death.

That my friends,  is  a true understatement regarding my dear brother who called me the other day to tell me his cancer has come back and that there is no chance for him to get well again. He now, is ‘buying extra time’  through  chemo therapy and radiation treatment. Time is precious for all of us. Dear Father of all life.  Stand guard over my sick brother and send your angels to watch over him when his illness will progress, his strength will  weaken and his flame will become smaller and smaller. Comfort him with his most precious memories he has gathered throughout his lifespan. And  let Yourself be found by him in Your mysterious way.

Soon the four of us will have to say goodbye forever to him and three of us  will stay behind on this planet and go on living without him. The quartet we always were will be incomplete for the rest of our lives and will continue to shrink as time goes by. 

In three weeks Christmas is coming, the birth of the son of man is at hand, or at least we remember his birth now almost 2018 years back. His life as a rabbi, as a preacher, as a madman, a sorcerer, a servant, son of god,  his suffering still inspires me to this day. Especially these days because it is in Him that i can keep track of my own whereabouts in time space and matter. Every step of the way . It is in keeping my eyes on Him that i still have a positive perspective about both life and death.

He is my benchmark in thinking, loving, caring, living these days. In His reflection i see myself truly as how i am. And that my dear readers is a great comfort to me. I don’t say that you all out there must do the same, no i won’t bother you with that kind of thoughts. I just want to stand witness of what peace it brings in my own thinking, my own questioning ,my own lack of trust, disbelieves. My hesitations are true and almost the same as yours. For we all have our doubts.

But what makes us human?  Having a conscious and having our own will. That’s what makes us human. We are free to choose which ever path to walk.

For me it is that small ,almost invisible path to the great emperors throne. Far away at the outskirts of Narnia. At the other end of the glass sea. 

Where the seven scrolls are neatly tugged away in the eastern wall , just behind the emperors throne. Where in the castle gardens tables are full and jars are still filled up to the brim.

Yours Truly,

Reepicheep

Reepicheeps thoughts on Trump and Kim

Reepicheeps diary.

What’s new Reepicheep? The faun gently asked.

Reepicheep turned his head around and answered.

It’s only the beginning Mister Tumnus. That what we see from North Korea and Mr Trump is long foretold by the old and wise men .

Far before your time it is written that out of the mouth of a fool pours forth foolishness.

Well you only have to watch the news carefully everyday and you will understand that the age of foolishness has arrived!

I mean, when a man comes away with such vulgair language as “Grab them by the you know what.” No words needed to underline that is it?

And as for mister Kim thinking he is a god himself we have all the ingredients of a complete disaster just because of the ego’s of these two men. Or should i say thee two testosteron bombs on legs.

Well i know there is only one remedy for it and that is to wait it out and see what happens.

In the mean time Aslan is on the move. I feel it in my whiskers and sometimes in my tail as well.

We will have to listen carefully and quietly but in the end we will see Him coming through the sky the same way he left us.

‘Till that moment i sit back and relax and enjoy my evening meals, a glass of good wine every now and then and a good conversation or a long read in newspaper!

Time will take its course no matter what Trumps and Kims will come up with.

For now i’m done with it, could use a nice cup of tea so if you please mister Tumnus  Earl grey would be fine thank you! No milk no sugar either. Only the thought of Aslan is sweetening enough for me thank you.

Hail Aslan.

TO WHOM DO WE BELONG?

Looking through the fur coats, watching mens society i discovered something strange that happened over time.

In the early days people had their own groups to belong to. There were Roman Catholics, Presbyterians, protestants, atheists, communists, free mercers etc.

Everyone had some kind of group to belong to to have faith in and to trust.

All those groups decreased in some way during the last decades. From the early fifties mid sixties society began to  “modernize”. And many churches closed, political parties went away, people became “free” . Society became more individualistic.

Nowadays we have internet and with the internet en social media there was a strange phenomenon going on. People started to create voluntarily new bubbles like Facebook, Instagram, Twitter,Snapchat and all other kinds of groups to belong to.

It seems to mee that every man en every time has a necessity to belong to.

I, for instance, belong to Aslan. To whom do you belong?

Hail to the great Emperor

Reepicheep.

Humility

Here my greatest lesson in humility!

Enjoy!

Hail Aslan.

Law of sharing no.1

Foolish sinner poet for the King rebel with a cause prophet without wisdom om empty handed crawler towards the Lamb Knight of Aslan.

What can we learn from the beggars in the streets?
That’s a question  i asked myself today as i was looking through the fur coats.
So this.... look to photo.....is a beggar! Do you see her?

It's a woman that probably possesses nothing but the clothes she wears at the moment this picture was taken. She even hasn't shoes on her feet! All of her belongings are in the bag next to her!
We all have seen beggars before in our life, haven't we? And we just pass them, maybe we look in the opposite direction just to not have to face the emptiness and desolation of her existence.

But what can we learn form the beggar in the street?
That we must share more than we do now!
Because when we share less the amount of beggars in the streets will rise proportionally! And we all will know that our society is developing in the right direction.
Ergo
The more we all share, the richer we become!
Since then the number of beggars decreases proportionately.

Beggars are the bellwether of humanity.

This was my latest insight while looking through the fur coats.

Hail Aslan!

Calculating souls

Calculating souls. (exerpt from Reepicheeps diary)

A city journey by Reepicheep.

I have spent some time lately in this big City, called Metropolis.

As i passed the Guards they even didn't notice me. I went there to visit my nephew Rogue the rat.

He showed me the most beautiful and interesting places of this town. We went to the museum where they keep their works of art . There was this ongoing exhibition and what i saw there puzzled me. It weren't the works of art but the faces of the visitors. I saw many smiling faces. people were astonished by what they saw while looking at a beautiful painting.

Then Rogue led me to the Stock exchange. What i saw there puzzled  me even more.

I saw faces with a lot of tension. People were not smiling at all and n most of them had such a serious glance in their face. I felt no joy. People were staring at their displays, interpreting figures and graphs. Sometimes i could see some kind of relieve in their faces but there were moments of great disappointment also. Apparently things went wrong for them and thats what i could read from their faces immediately! It wasn't a positive thing to see. I never saw the same relaxed expression on their faces as was the case with the visitors in the museum.

That day i discovered to kind of souls!

The Calculating soul and the Porous soul.

What i mean by these two i now will try to explain.

The Calculating soul is the soul of a banker, a grocer, salesmen, than kind of people. That kind of souls is always looking at their glasses half empty. They do have a focused mindset towards their reality. They see their glas of wine and conclude it is half empty.  Their world is that of subtract,  multiply, divide and adding. Always focused on achieving their goals and getting into a win-win situation. They consider staying the same as a form of regression. Their view off their glas of wine being half empty proves it. These souls are always driven by getting more and their “more” clearly is never enough to them. Thats why they have such grim and dark looks on their faces when things go wrong but also they are joyful when things are going well en “things are going well” is equal to making profit.

The porous souls on the contrary opens itself up to new ideas, new impressions. They’re the people with all their senses wide open to absorb everything life has to offer. Their social antennas are always on their eyes open to see, their ears open to hear and their hearts open to meet reality with love and respect. These are the artists, the painters and sculptures. The musicians and dancers, writers and poets. To them the glas of wine is always half full and besides that they are constantly amazed by its texture, its flavor and color and above all it’s taste.

They have eye for beauty of life and are capable to read between the lines of life and it’s them who discover new ways, new forms of expression.

I didn’t stay long in that city but returned to Narnia within 3 days to be with Him again and to come to myself again.

Hail Aslan.

Listen to the animals

Once there was a time it was always winter, never summer.

Ooh what time that was! Cold, dimm and dark as time can be.

My feet would hurt due to the never melting snow. Taking a walk through the Narnian forests was kind a risky for a mouse like me. I used to wear boots those days. My righteous boots so to speak. I also got my cloak of honesty draped neatly around my shoulders. It covered me and protected me from the cold winds. My pinching sword would help me to get rid of enemies that would come too close to me and threatened me while on my way.

I remember i always was glad to come home again in Tumnus’  warm cave. Where we would sat down by the open fire and drink a cup of tea together. Telling stories about Aslan and the great Emperor. Hoping and praying to witness that day winter would flee and spring would set in.

There were a few times we thought it was about that close it would happen but mostly our expectations were wrong. We misinterpreted the sign of times we lived in. Or we simply became to eager or to selfish to read between the lines of time.

I think many of you readers will have the same experience today! I mean with the fascist right winged politics moving on in modern times. I must warn you though that keeping a fence around yourself is a way of voluntarily become imprisoned! There is no such need for that but i see it happen as we speak day by day. O i love that time and place where the animals could talk. Even better you would be glad if you could understand what the animals were saying right now to humanity! O you should listen to them if you could. They are telling you the truth about keeping this world green and healthy instead of polluting it every day as you are all doing right now!

And there is no one in the human race who acknowledge that as a fact to act against!

I mean we do not see it happen soon and we should know about it like no one else! For we are animals ourselves! We can read nature and environment like no other creature on this earth can. We don’t have much expectations whatsoever for the sons and daughters of Adam and Eve in these matters. They all set to have lost the ability to listen to the trees, their weeping isn’t heard or understood anymore. And o how they weep day after day. They barely can breathe. because of the polluted air that surrounds them They barely can grow for the water they need is polluted as well.

And mankind keeps on investing in economics, prosperity wealth and all that on cost of nature itself. I am convinced that Aslan would not be satisfied with such haste to waste His creation.

Maybe that’s why we keep waiting for His second coming. The times they are a changing i hear one sing but maybe, just maybe the time isn’t right yet to start the big, the real, the all overwhelming change promised to us.

In the mean time i will put on my gloves of patience and go outside to the edge of the forest and keep guard. Yes i think that’s what i ‘d do!

Hail Aslan!

A few remarks about real magic

I have recently spoken to mr H Potter. You probably will all know who that is.Some years ago he was the main character in a whole series of books. He, now has retired from this busy job and is having a great life somewhere in time, space and matter.Those books were written by J.K Rowling.Nowadays Ms Rowling has gained a fortune and is living a pretty comfortable life. Before she published her stories about Mr Potter she was pretty poor. Mind the adjective “pretty”.Her stories were “pretty” as wel. They had a lot of tension suspense and magic.Well i know some magic myself and i got it first hand. It’s the finest and whitest magic one can imagine and , in contradiction to Potters magic, this magic is real.It’s the magic that is the cause of creation, making water into wine, call the dead to live again and above all love your enemies instead of wish them dead. It’s all about the magic of love thy neighbor and forging your swords into plowshares. Now that is what i call  Magic with a big M.

The magic of mercy, forgiveness and a new beginning.

The very magic that got Aslan back from death.

The very magic that makes the grass growth sun turn, the eons come and time moving like a  window.The very magic that creates life in a split second.

The very magic hidden in words unspoken.The magic that split the red sea, let the walls of Jericho came tumbling down .

The same magic that made king David beat Goliath.The same magic that melted the snow in Narnia long ago and made an end to always Christmas. 

Mark my words! I don’t mind getting presents for Christmas once a year though but not every day!

So i am glad with that Magic that melted the snow.

Have a nice walk through the forests of Narnia you all.Sincerely yours,

Reepicheep.

(knight of Aslan)

Confiteor

Confiteor

I acknowledge

Confiteor

That i have sinned

Confiteor

Against all odds

Confiteor

Counterclockwise

Confiteor

In sight of angels

Confiteor

Along lost souls

Confiteor

In spite of knowledge

Confiteor

Searching for a grain of thruth

Confiteor

Only to have found a wisdomtooth

Confiteor

Mea culpa

Miserere

Mea maxima culpa

Confiteor

Gloria in excelcis Deo