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Beautiful Bride
9.6.99 To my favorite ones, sons and daughters in the Passerby Army. I hope that these journal entries from the past decade of war with the Dread Army make it back to you in tact. Grace and peace till we meet again. Yours faithfully, The Commander
6.12.00 The Passerby Army’s mission is to bring peace, faith, hope, freedom, and above all Love to the entire world. Our mantra is “Memento Mori”. These words remind us that our mission is urgent, and that when death comes to anyone, at 18 or 80, a mortal life proves to be short. We are reminded by Memento Mori to never waste a moment without advancing the mission. The fate of our children and grandchildren depends on how we use the time we are given. At a recent gathering, my heart broke as I looked over the Passerby Army. These men and women were ready to live and die for Love; yet somehow they had gone from fighting the enemy to bickering and fighting each other. I thought through what I could say to encourage them again. With all the strength of my voice and my heart I commanded: “Unified diversity! Functioning as one body....”
Again
11.4.00 As I looked over the battlefield today, I was reminded of what we were fighting for. I thought of all of my loved ones. When I started thinking about my daughter, I was overwhelmed. She can be so much like me... the way her heart breaks with every injustice. She prays like everything depends on God, but then lives like it all depends on her. Even though she’s strong, there are times when she tries to carry all the weight of the world on her own and she ends up crushed, brought to her knees. As she cries out for relief, she will finally let go, surrendering all the burden by believing that everything has a purpose and will work out for good... it’s only here that she finds air to breathe again. I wish she would come to this place quicker sometimes. So often she feels guilty for not being able to hold it all herself, but if only she knew how wonderful she is. I’ve written several times to remind her of these things but I haven’t gotten a response in months.
Chasm
3.16.01 While the enemy was losing the battle today, they cried out to us, “Memento Mori! We are human too! We are in pain and we are dying!” I answered them; hoping they would listen, “Break off your pact with the Dread Army! That is what is killing you! Walk away and take your life back! I know its all you’ve ever known, and walking away will leave a wound; but it will heal! When it does, do not enter into your pact with those vultures again! You don’t have to be slaves to Death! We’ve come to bring the truth of freedom! You were meant to be free!” But they wouldn’t listen and kept crying out, “Please give me something! I’m so thirsty.” I tried again with more urgency. “If you die here this way, you will have wasted your life on death and you will have never lived! Once you die here, the chasm will be fixed and you can never undo it. Turn from Death and drink this life-giving water we are offering you!” The battle continued to rage, some turning and joining the Passerby Army, others dying.
Missing
Missing 2.15.02 Today I finally heard back from my daughter. Her letter was so sad. She said she no longer believed in Love and was thinking of joining the Dread Army. She wrote, “Down here, love wasn’t meant to be for me. All is vanity underneath the sun.” Feeling defeated, I prayed and wept bitterly for what felt like hours. I cried out, “Why am I here fighting to bring Love to the earth, when my own daughter doesn’t believe in it anymore?” Afterwards, I was comforted to remember that everyone who seeks Truth with all their heart will find it. Love is true. My daughter will know Love. All IS vanity underneath the sun. Everything and everyone on earth will leave us empty and unfulfilled, because there is only one Love. She was already finding truth in her searching.
This Close
6.1.02 I had two nightmares last night. In the first, I dreamed that I was in a huge crowd of people. We were all dead, but we pretended that we still lived. We did everything we could to experience the highest heights that life here has to offer, but we all started to feel a vacuum growing within our souls. All happiness was only as brief as a snowflake hitting a warm tongue. It began to drive us insane. I realized I was fighting for the Dread Army. All of the sudden a man appeared in the sky and we were all watching him. He was more alive than any of us had ever been and it made us all want to live. From the depth of every heart we began screaming in unison, “I don’t know who I am anymore! Not once in life have I been real, but I’ve never felt this close before! I’ve been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can’t go on!” I woke up devastated at having felt the emptiness of our enemies. I love them all. Later that night I dreamed fire fell from the sky. I remembered prophecies I’d heard about hell, ones I’d scoffed at. I never wanted to believe in it, but somewhere in the back of my heart, I worried the prophecies might be true. Here in my dream I saw the reality of it. This is the fate of our world without Love, and so many people I loved were lost in the midst of this fire. Again I woke up weeping at the potential fate of our enemies. I love them all so much.
3:45am Tonight, I can’t seem to get my daughters words out of my head... “All is vanity underneath the sun..”
The Kind
3.15.03 The Dread Army is very rich. To them, everything has a price, even their own souls. Their people fall madly in love with Money and rob their minds to serve her. I watched one of our finest soldiers fall into her trap, and he and his wife joined the Dread Army. His family suffered severe emotional damage because of his betrayal. The Dread Army mutilated him and he lost an arm. Ten months later he came back to the Passerby Army with such humility, begging to be a servant... to simply clean our toilets and be among us. We nursed his wounds, gave him a clean uniform, and made him a captain. He is now in charge of a thousand men. Today he is a remarkably loyal brother and has kept many men from falling to the allure of Money and ending up toiling in the ranks of the Dread Army.
Momento Mori
girlemo added this comment 2010-05-24 20:54:59-05:00
aw how touch wanna cry a lil
gothgirl added this comment 2010-05-24 20:43:27-05:00
wow very interesting and touching x
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girlemo added this comment 2010-05-24 20:54:59-05:00
aw how touch wanna cry a lil
gothgirl added this comment 2010-05-24 20:43:27-05:00
wow very interesting and touching x