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)