The past is over. It can touch me not.
Unless the past is over in my mind, the real world must escape my sight. For I am really looking nowhere; seeing but what is not there. How can I then perceive the world forgiveness offers? This the past is made to hide, for this the world that can be looked on only now. It ahs no past. For what can be forgiven but the past, and if it is forgiven it is gone.
Father, let me now look upon the past that is not there. For You have offered me Your Own replacement, in a present world the past has left untouched and free of sin. Here is the end of guilt. And here am I made ready for Your final step. Shall I demand that You wait longer for Your Son to find the loveliness You planned to be the end of all his dreams and all his pain?
Still basking in the energy of Saturday! The lesson was a bit of a challenge, because I was looking at a past that I wanted to touch me, a memory that I wanted to last. I didn’t want to hide the past I was looking at, in fact I’ll probably be looking at it again tomorrow, and again when the photos and videos come. In fact I’ve been deliberately playing the past of Saturday night to replace some other past events that are in the process of being forgiven.
Had a meeting with someone I met at a business networking meeting to discuss how she could self publish her book. The conversation went everywhere but there. One place it went was to mediumship, and I had a reading there and then, in Marks and Spencer’s café. The gist of it was ‘get on with writing the novel; you’ve been dragging your feet.’
I got some of the pictures back from Caribbean Juices, see what you think.