"Silence (Delirium)"

Give me release
witness me
I am outside
give me peace
Heaven holds a sense of wonder and I wanted to believe
that I'd get caught up when the rage in me subsides

In this white wave I am sinking in this silence in this white wave in this silence I believe

I can't help this longing
comfort me
I can't hold it all in
if you won't let me
Heaven holds a sense of wonder...I

In this white wave I am sinking in this silence in this white wave in this silence I believe

I have seen you in this white wave' you are silent. You are breathing in this white wave I am free

Indian summer

The winter has been long, Lucifer. Not severe, at least not as severe as it could have been. The ground was covered in white, the temperature cold, the sky grey.
Then a brief patch of sunshine. But does this herald a change of season? Or is it just a painful reminder of what the weather used to be before a permanant global change?

Put down the umbrella and feel the warmth of the sunshine.

No Lucifer. For though the frost is a little less thick at the moment, I have seen no indication to believe the ice age is coming to an end. Or would it be more correct to say that I will not let myself believe that to be the case until the air reflects the warmth. If I embrace the sunshine with the thought that it is here to stay, how much colder will it be with the larger difference when the clouds inevitably return?

You do not know that.

True. But what indication do I have that I am incorrect, given so much that I am right? So I will try and keep the shield for my own protection. The son cannot be trusted. At least not to do me well.

Limbo

There are some that would say that the day of 6 of the 6th 2006 is a day that is yours, dear angel. It will be a day I will remember. For it is a day in which I felt the touch of heaven.

So these past few days have shown me one thing. This is where I should be. Hell is a place to avoid for it is so destructive. Heaven is a wonderful place, but it is so far to fall. I found where I wanted to be, but can I trust my place there? I should play it safe. Lucifer, help me.

On the third day

It must have been difficult for him. To spend that time in a place that was not of his choosing, that he really did not belong in. Certainly it was his choice, but did he really know what he was letting himself in for? He did have some idea, or else why did he ask to be spared, but to still willingly go through with the sacrifice? Unless he knew it was only temporary, a phase that must be passed. Even hell must be endurable if you know you are just passing through.


Lucifer, I think I saw hell and I am afraid of its call. I was released.
This time.

Contradiction

black - white
yin - yang
light - dark
left - right
truth - lies

Contradictions and balance. Why is there one in the other? But more importantly, how can I tell on which side do things belong? Which can I trust? Word or deed? Can I believe what I am told or must I accept what I am shown?



Trust in remembering. Your memories show you what is, rather than what you would.