Psyche—you marvel on wings—there you float as poetic music—there you dance as an ornament—you are nature’s love—you are a hymn of celestial delight—watching you is a rapture of the senses—a canticle being sung—a music—a poetry being recited. God Jehovah Jesus has made you are so precious and wonderful.
An affluent man broke up with his wife and daughter. After a period of many years, he went to a brothel. As he was ushered into the bedroom of the brothel, there to his surprise, he saw his own daughter. He started weeping and asked his daughter why she chose to be a whore. Then she replied: ‘I am helping my mother, she is having cancer’. The man embraced his daughter and took her home and also she welcomed the mother.
‘Who were in your past births’?
‘I have been many people like Hitler, Gandhi and Tolstoy’.
‘Who are you now’?
‘Can’t you see you idiot. Can’t you see the iron bars and me, an inmate of an asylum’.
This is a true story stranger than fiction. I know of a family who had the pentagram sculpted in iron in the front wall on top of their house. The literary meaning of the Pentagram attributes it to the Pagan worship of Venus. Later on it came to symbolize the Devil.
The Pentagram is the official symbol of the Church of Satan. Inside the Pentagram is a goat’s head. In Satanic Worship it is called the Sigil of
In this Family the younger son died gruesomely in a horrifying accident. Now the eldest one is suffering from colon cancer and doctors have written him off. The family is having misfortune after misfortune.
It is very clear Biblically that we are not to honor and worship anything that resembles anything on land, sea and earth. For that family the Pentagram was the outcome of a tragic fate.
The man asked him: ‘Who are you and what do you do’? He said I am an artist. The man asked: ‘Do you know Michael Angelo’. ‘No’ he replied. Then again the man asked: ‘Do you know Van Gogh’. ‘No’ he replied. Then again he asked: ‘do you know Salvador Dali’? ‘No’ he replied. ‘What you do paint’. He replied ironically: ‘I paint houses and walls’.
He was once upon a time a Math teacher. Now he has lost his senses. Every day I see him on the road with torn and tattered clothes mumbling nonsense. I have been wanting to help him, perhaps taking him to an asylum. But I don’t think I will agree. He is happy the way he is.
I am watching the sunset. The sun danced in a calypso of colors—light dazzled as angels of colors. All of art realism, impressionism, surrealism and pop art lay scattered in a dream. The muse of beauty visited me in passion.
It was bought by me. It had the numbers and letters as: UB 107774. Adding the numbers will yield to 13 an enigmatic number (Christ was 13). It carries a prize value of 50 Million Rupees. Every day I take it in my hands and think of myself as a prospective winner. The draw date is: 23/05/2019
The pilgrim has entered the valley of sin. What sees is a church turned into a brothel and a pub. A woman with weird hairdo of purple hair and flaunting lip stick entices him to the pub. When he was showing unwillingness, she with a force of strength pulled him inside. She ordered vodka large. As he drank the white poison he had an uneasy rumbling in his stomach and belched it all out. She became totally drunk with unsteady footsteps pulled him into the brothel. She threw of her clothes with force and spread her legs incongruously inviting him to lay her to bed. The pilgrim felt half tempted but suddenly heard the voice of God and rushed out of the place. It was quite dark in the streets and in a shady place the drug peddlers were selling dope. The called to him and asked him whether he wanted a joint. He took a puff and staggered uneasily and retched on the pavement. A small voice inside him said: ‘son you are going the wrong way’. Guilt overtook him and he was feeling repentant. He started walking away from that place. He came to a plaza and surrounded by bright light. It was gambling casino. The place was agog with all sorts of people, peddlers, pimps and gamblers. Soon the dice was thrown. Some won and some lost. There was strip tease dancer showing off her svelte figure. Some of the gamblers drunk were throwing money at her. One gambler drunk caught her behind. The bouncers came and caught hold of him and threw him out. One of the gamblers, who staked a large sum of money, lost it all, and committed suicide. The pilgrim felt a sickening feeling inside. He did not know what to do. Again he heard the soft voice of God telling him to go away. Feeling heavy in the heart he quietly walked away. On the road he saw prostitute injecting her arms with dope. He went near her and asked her if you are all right. She fell dizzy and collapsed to the ground. It was a cold night and she had no warm clothing. The pilgrim covered her with his own blazer. Then took her by the hand and checked her into a motel. She started mumbling all kinds of things in her sleep. ‘I have a husband who has abandoned me. I have a home where I am not welcome. I have wounded and bruised mind; can someone please help me’. The pilgrim sat beside her and talked softly to her. He said: ‘do not worry dear; I will take care of you’. He stayed with her throughout the night.