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TRIPTYKON “Eparistera Daimones”, LP 2010 (The massive and logical continuation of Celtic Frost, spawned by the tormented and fertile mind of Thomas Gabriel Fischer. A crushing first album of Epic and Abyssic proportions ; “Lie upon me, Mankind shall die”)
“The days when I was young
The days when I die
Autumn leaves lie on the ground
To wither so much like me
Unto thee shall all flesh come
Grant me eternal rest
Seven, seven they are
No gate shall shut them out
Like snakes through grass they glide
Like wind, like wind they storm
Fall has swept the fields
The woods will come alive
Heaven and Earth converge
And the stars will disappear”0Regret is a difficult emotion to process. It often creeps into your mind when you least expect it and sits there churning like a hurricane, pouring endless rain and blowing deafening winds. It rages through and stirs up situations you thought you dealt with and uncovers emotions you felt you’d processed. As you stand in the devastation of its wake you’re left to clean up those feelings once more. Wondering if the storms came merely to remind you that they can at any point turn you over so you are more careful moving forward, or question if the damage serves a greater purpose to properly address what you previously mislabeled. Either way it stings something awful knowing the blame lies wholly in your hands as you wade through the debris.
The monsoon’s seems to come hard and fast these days, and dealing with the darkness it brings has pushed me to the point of exhaustion, to the point where I consider that I may never see the sun again. Yet there is always tomorrow, or a future not far from here where the possibility exists as it once did where that a ray of light may break through the darkness offer peace and comfort to your days. Perhaps then it is both a painful reminder and a chance to reconcile within yourself that indeed those people exist, that you existed, and that though it may hurt to remember, remember I must.
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- Levi Lusko
Seven: There’s No Such Thing as a Wireless Anchor
The whole celebration of Lenya’s life had an anchor theme to it.
The symbol of the anchor is powerful because of what it stands for: hope.
The book of Hebrews speaks of “this hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast”. (Hebrews 6:19) That’s a game-changer. A boat that is anchored can be battered, but it won’t be moved. And because of hope, even in the midst of the worst storms of this life, we have an anchor for our souls.
Hope is a powerful thing. Billy Graham once said, “what oxygen is to the lungs, hope is to our survival in the world.”
In Air Force survival training courses, instructors teach something called the “Rule of Threes”: In a survival situation you can last three weeks without food, three days without water, three hours without shelter in extreme conditions, and three minutes without air. But you can’t make it three seconds without hope.
The most important battle is the one you fight within, in your mind and heart, to not give up. If you give up hope, you won’t have the motivation to do anything else.
But what is hope?
At its most basic level, to have hope is to believe that something good is going to happen. That help is on the way. That it’s not over yet, no matter how dark it seems, there’s going to be light at the end of the tunnel. Hope is a confident expectation and joyful anticipation. An active, dynamic, energizing enthusiasm.
Our hope is a living hope because Jesus lives forever.
Our anchor is Jesus. As we make our way through this life, we are slowly being winched in, inch by inch.
The thing about anchors is that to be effective, they must be attached to something. There is always a connection: a rope or a chain. They aren’t wireless and can’t be connected by Bluetooth. The connection is every bit as vital as the anchor itself. It doesn’t matter how securely that big hunk of metal is wedged into the ocean floor – if you’re not tied to it, it’s not the least bit helpful. The chain matters greatly.
The wonderful thing about the anchor of the soul is that it, too, comes equipped with a mighty chain. Hope has a rope: the Holy Spirit. Jesus promised to send His Spirit to be our helper. He is our great rope that cannot be frayed, the one who has lashed our hearts to Heaven. He is proof that there is more in store and that death is not the end.
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear
In times of overwhelming sadness, your anchor should strengthen you, but you should also be encouraged by the chain.
The more room we give the Spirit to come upon us and control our lives, the more receptive we are to Heaven’s signal and guidance, the greater peace we will enjoy, and the stronger the pull of the rope connected to our Savior and those in Heaven becomes.
On the other hand, giving in to temptation and choosing to sin puts slack in the line. So how do you get the slack out of hope’s rope?
How do you feel more connected? You must be filled afresh with the Holy Spirit.
The more we are filled with the Spirit, the more Heaven comes near.
The gospel according to Iron Man
There are lots of ways to grow in your relationship with God’s Spirit: serving other people, taking a walk and venting to the Lord, reading the Bible, talking to a friend you can be real with. But I have found that there is nothing so powerful and effective as gathering together with the church.
Tony Stark views being Iron Man as a responsibility.
He puts it this way: “You know, I’ve got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart.” He points to the electromagnetic arc reactor in his chest as he continues, “This stops it. This little circle of light. It’s part of me now, not just armor. It’s a…terrible privilege.”
I’m not Iron Man, but the pain of grief does feel like a chink of metal seeking to tear my heart apart. If I had been given a choice between the two, I would choose the shrapnel in a heartbeat because, though time has passed, the sorrow is still very severe.
When I am surrounded by God’s people and we all lift high the name of Jesus, the worship experience is like Tony Stark’s glowing arc reactor: the pressure inside my chest is alleviated, and the sharp barb gets temporarily pulled from my heart.
There is something about the gathering of God’s people that enables this glory to be experienced in a fuller way than is possible on your own. We gather so we can glow and then go.
Planted, Plugged in, Prepared
The transcendent moment in worship where all of God’s people are rallied together, praising the Lord, are like those feeing moments above the depths: a dark, hard week is coming, and you need all the sustenance you can get. Never take for granted the opportunity to breathe deeply when you are surrounded by an atmosphere of expectant faith supercharged bu the presence of God.
It is also crucial that you don’t wait for a crisis before you get these sorts of rhythms in place. You must train for the trials you’re not yet in. The worst time to try to get ready for a marathon is when you are running one.
Right now is the time to strengthen your faith. Today is the day to put down roots in a local church and sew yourself into the fabric of the body of Christ.
Public victory comes from private discipline. If you are willing to do the hard work now, then when dark days come, you will be ready. You will have people positioned in your life to hold you up and have your back. You will not faint in the day of adversity. Your trials will not be easy or over quickly, but you will get through it. Your anchor will hold within the veil, and one day the forerunner will bring you safely to the other side.
0Why am I… Me?
I hate me. I hate myself. I hate everything I do, say or think. I hate the way I am, the way I feel, the way I look, the way I walk, the way I talk…
I just hate myself so fucking much.
So… why do I have to be me? Why was I born here, in this life, in this body? Why was I even born at all?
I’m just a waste of life…
9Can you name this horror movie?: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0784SFNN6
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I love Stitched Up Heart, don’t get me wrong, and I was looking forward to hearing the “Darkness” album, but they have already released 9 of the 11 tracks.
When I listen to an album I don’t want to only have 2 new tracks to listen to because I kind of think it defeats the whole purpose of hearing something new. I appreciate them releasing tracks for us purely because of the 4 year gap between this album and “Never Alone”, but I kind of feel like they have gone overboard with releasing tracks and have only left us with 2 to hear on the actual day, unless they release them before the album comes out aswell.2
