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

The kingdom of self!

Observing through the furr coats right from the back of this wardrobe into the world of mankind.
What i see is more and more confusing and seems a lot like what we've had here in Narnia during wintertime.
The kingdom of self was at hand under the reign of the white witch until Aslan came and demolished the stone table where He had been stabbed to death by the white witch.
The kingdom of self does to language what fire does to wood. It burns!

The kindom of self burns down honesty in spoken words,burns down  purity of all   spoken words.Instead of healing they mostly hurt eachother and it pollutes the attempt to honesty and therefore it destroys their sincerity and takes away the truth about   whatever they think or whatever their intentions are.It also has a very ,very bad effect on their communication.

The kingdom of self is nothing more than  deliverance to the unreliable way of communication with subtle diversion of what man really mean to say. Wishing to be honest with their opponents but what they  do is the opposite of being honest.Hiding behind their words, delusive phrases also hiding their true intentions. 

Men is lying, cheating, they‘ll do anything to flee from their responsibilities. That is what the kingdom of self does to   communication with others and God. While  God sees the heart of a man  man himself persists in lying,cheating,telling untruth and disobey whatever is asked  me by parents,superiors,friends,lovers, or even God himself.

There is one thing that worries me deeply .

They are even capable of lying to themselves!

Just examine yourself and try to find a single day where you have not bend the truth about something.

Rumour says that even white lies do come in handy once a while but they’re still lies.

Yours truly,

Reepicheep             

Reepicheep.

Polluted?

Today i looked through the furr coats into the realms of mankind.
I saw people, trying to come at ease with their most uncertain answers to the wrong questions.
It is stunning to see how they're not able to ask the right questions at the right moment.
All they do now is trying to be the first to know, the first to act, to first in line to get a contract.
The first to bend the truth , the first to get a scoop. It is everywhere this attitude of trying to be the first in whatever.
They are lying about it without hesitation, they are not checking and double check before publishing their issues in newspapers or on the internet. They almost certain are heading for complete distruction if you ask me.
Of course i can speak only for myself but i  have had quite a look at it and as far as i'm concerned i see no solution within the human kind itself.
It definitely must come from somewhere else. From outside their world. Something or someone without that kind of egocentric characteristics like they all seem to be polluted with. Yes that's it theseem to be polluted by something.
For it is their character that stands in the way of healing their loneliness and solitair behaviour.
It must be someone with a more purifying state of mind that will be able to heal them.
No the sons of adam and daughters of Eve have lost something very valuable in the beginning.
Rumour says there has been a state of pureness right at the beginning of their world.
Rumours says that even animals would live together. Lion and sheep, snake and dove and there was no fight between them. But somewhere everything went wrong.
I want to know what that was.
For now i'll stay on guard with eyes wide shut for i am tired staring into this world without blinking an eye for some weeks now.
They're allmost dried out by now.  I'll just have a quick brush of my feather (oh vanity) and then  i'll close my eyes  for just a short period of time, let us say for just a few minutes and let this 'micemind' come at ease. I think i'll try to concentrate on the lion's roar and whisper some small humble praising words for Aslan. For to look in His eyes and live is such a great blessing.

Hail Aslan.

Yours Truly,

Reepicheep

Camping between the furr coats

I've been camping between the furr coats just a few miles from Lantern Waste.
Trying to get a glimps of what mankind is doing beyond the  Narnian borders.
I will be staying here for quite a long time, to complete my study on the habits of the  sons and daughters of adam and eve.
Observations can be  dillusive however.and  to be honest with you, i am surprised by what i've seen thusfar. It is as if people are slowly going mad overthere. How they rearrange their ethics and moral views depending on the state of their economy. O yes, that is a thing that worries me the most.
More and more  dillusion and corruption grows. As if truth is a long lost notion .
The abscense of common sense and plain pragmatism so badly needed in a time like this keeps me wondering how mankind will ever be able to survive itself.
I mean, without any help from outside.
They've killed their gods, or at least pronounced them dead, even killed one without notice.
But that's a complete other story.
There is one very small detail, easily overlooked though. Some of these sons and daughters of adam and eve are having a very rare glimps in their eyes as if they're part of some very special secret circle of friends. I can see it in their eyes when they're looking to the Sun.(Or should i say Son?)  Hmmm, makes me wonder what that means. What do you think of it?

For now i will stay on guard, here between the furr coats, observing the declining of man.
It is a sad thing to look at but hey, someone has to keep watch over us all!

Sleep tight, Good night

Yours truly

Reepicheep