Musings

I am writing a novel of 30000 Words and I am posting bits and chunks of it in my blog. I am so happy to have been read and liked.
The Novel is called: WORD BECAME FLESH and it is an allegory of the human and the divine in Christ Jesus.

I have denounced all ties with Occult and Satanism and I am fully redeemed in Christ. The Bible is a fantastic Book giving new insights every day. The Bible is the best work of Literature. It does not mean that I don’t encounter temptations; I do, in the walk of life and when I do I rebuke it by the blood of Jesus. The Blood of Jesus is POWER and demons flee. You can heal people with the Blood of Jesus. I have stopped dallying in dating sites and I devote my attention wholeheartedly to my wife. During my trials and tribulations she has stood strong as a rock. I have had multiple affairs and she has forgiven me and given me her heart.

I saw two trees flowered like music in the garden. One was purple flowered and shone in opulence. The other called as Vishu tree Cassia Fistula had bearings of yellow. Vishu is a New Year festival celebrated in Kerala. There’s something called Vishu Keni and it means giving coins for luck throughout the year. There’s also a bumper lottery draw. I wonder who will be the winner this year. Yes, Jehovah has made nature so beautiful. My heart sung a song of Joy. Christ has told me appreciate nature taking joy in little things of life. My heart underwent a passionate catharsis and I felt like I am making love. God is a mystic, engineering nature’s creation.
After coming to God Christ, I have stopped looking lecherously at women. Before coming to Christ I was a lecher. I remember Christ’s words: ‘if your right eye causes you to sin, pluck it out’

Joyce

Joyce was a writer who tried to wean himself away from Catholicism and his writing became an objet d’ art. To what extent was he successful? Remarkable are his epiphanies in prose. Joyce was a person who experimented with the novel. The Ulysses is an epic novel, book of 800 pages covering a life of 12 hrs. I have written a novelette called Fictopia, a novelette lasting only a few seconds. As a writer I am always in search for the avant garde. Joyce was master of streams of consciousness a technique to express the inner consciousness of the writer.
There’s a paradigm shift talking place with the Novel of Postmodernism. There is very little importance given to the plot. I am sorry to say that pulp fiction, easy-go-entertainment-readers are still popular with the masses. Novels should become reader-interpreting texts. A postmodern novel is a philosophical novel of ideas, of innovation, a literature of new idioms, neologisms, new figures of speech, of playing with the language. A postmodern novel is a work of art.


Allegorical Pun

I have discovered a New Figure of Speech called the Allegorical-Pun. Now what is an allegory? It is clothing the language with symbols. The pilgrim’s progress is a classical example of an allegorical novel. A pun is a play of words. My allegorical pun is this. Example: The Lamb became the Lamp. The Lamb is the mortal body of Christ and the Lamp is his divinity. Christ while living on earth balanced his divinity and mortality.


The Raven that Fed Elijah

There is a story in the Old Testament of the Prophet Elijah who had to go into hiding. At that time God send a raven to feed him with meat and bread. As an Idiom it means a God that will satisfy all our material needs. My life is that of a Raven that fed Elijah.

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April 1st 2019

The sky in the evening dazzled with the splendor of colors. The sun sank like a dream. Birds floated in the sky like an ephemeral nirvana. I thank God Christ for all the blessings given.

 
Night came in on like a Vampire. The sky bore the opulence of stars. Stars are as small as grapes. The crickets melodied poems of glory.

 
I attended a meeting where my mother was declared Woman of the Year 2019 by Jacees International. These were the same people who lent money to my father and charged exorbitant interest. What an irony it is; now they are honoring my mother. Yes God Christ Jesus has promised that he will give a double portion of what has been lost.

 
I have finished reading the Gospel of Mathew and now I have started reading the Gospel of Mark. I have always wondered about Christ, being God and yet being human. I have read into the portion where he selects his disciples. It is remarkable that God chose the humble and the meek to work for his kingdom. I read about people being cured of all afflictions. For some: he asked the demon to come out and for some he just healed by placing his hands or by uttering a word to be healed. The demons are terrified when Christ encounters them. I am amazed at the love shown by Christ and his coming down to the earth and shedding the blood on Calvary to save us from his sins.

 

The whole month of March had very little financial gain. I got only a very small fish as far was windfall gains are concerned. I want to win the lottery draw hosted by UAE government. I need the money to go there and buy the ticket. I hope I will win the jackpot. Yes, Christ has said: ‘ask and you shall receive’. I will need money for April and May as the school is closed. December was a good month as I had a bounty of money in my purse. God Jehovah Jesus populate my purse and my bank account with money.

 

I am wondering whether a Novelist should be called as an Artist. Yes, the novel is art in words. Its gallery is the readers. Compared to paintings only a small amount of money is needed to buy novels. I thank God Jehovah Jesus for helping me to find the style, content and form of Novel writing. Christ has said: ‘if you honor me: the God in heaven will honor you.’

I appreciate art very much but I don’t have the money to buy art. I am a connoisseur of art. It’s an irony that art is purchased by Moguls who have a lot of stinking dope. I wonder whether they appreciate art or are they buying art o just to show off their prestige in society.

 

I have started writing with the pen in notebook. Writing like that gives me a lot of clarity in my thoughts. What I have written with pen, I type on the keyboard.
I am always asking God to lead me to the purpose he wants me to take.
Lord Jesus: the school founded by my father is need of finance. Bless the school and give me a windfall to meet the school’s expenses.
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wonder why Marquis De Sade is ornamentalized into a Cerebral Classic writer. Is Sadism moral? Not it isn’t! Sadism is beastly and cannot be expressed philosophically. Sade’s words are remarkable as far as literary genius is concerned. May we should read him and then trash his ideas away.

 

Reading Kafka is like reading an allegory of nation’s trauma. Al of Kafka’s writings are wounds and blisters. Let us look at the Metamorphosis. The character Gregor Samsa is troubled mentally and spiritually. His father (an allegory for Nazi rule) treats him like rotten eggs. The metamorphosis is a story of struggle and exile. A Jew was rubbished in the Nation of the Nazis. Kafka is an allegory of a troubled Jew.

Drabble

I come to life at 3 O’ clock. I am ignited for taking the lucky draw. I play truant. I choose numbers according to my lucking. Sometimes I select the same numbers like 6666 and sometimes I select different numbers like 77562. Late in the evening, humans see the numbers that I have drawn. Many in fits of disappointment rubbish their tickets into the dust bin. The chosen lucky are few. Some people complain that I am rigged by the ruling party of the state. The winning prizes usually go to the districts of the ruling party domain. I am put to sleep now. Every day at three I wake up.