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EDELWEISS
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- Chapter I:
The ALGORHYTHM
XXVI.

“From afar, I watch what happens into the world, and I could see the storm coming; it’s one who could wipe out entire humanity, and only God can intervene. I look from here, and I can see the sufferance. A glimpse of it. And as much as is needed so I may understand. Into the world out there, people succumb to the idea of a prosperous future, while their future is sealed already by their own choices, by their own deeds, by their own madness. There in the world, those who call themselves elites thinking they are ruling from shadow, are merely just slaves seduced by darkness and evil; but they do share the same spirit of lawlessness, transcending from common ones to the noble, and as if their affairs involves higher purposes, the will of the few upon the shoulders of the many. While those few, in their madness, pull the strings of the wheels of power by coercion, if not.. seduction through various means, to compel the masses take the established course within their councils, the many others, in their recklessness, without assuming responsibility for their own actions, or just blindly submitting to the herding, share the same fate. For such fate that awaits it is no salvation except God. There is much sufferance, to come, in order to cleanse the earth of such darkness, to show from the common one to the king, that the universe does not spin upon the will of mankind. There is much sufferance, to come, in helping the mankind to understand what it means to live in a godless world, in which every hope for the better is turning in more worse, in which every light over the sky, starts dimming and extinguish from the sight of those who boast they’ve conquered it, in which every voice of pride and rebellion be reduced to silence. With such price, to be paid, a part of the world would heal, while the trials of mankind rise to horizon, to cure the madness. There, into the world, the rich getting richer, without to consider from where their richness came, and why they’re just being allowed to have even what they didn’t earned. Then, the poor getting poorer, without to understand why their living will get harder and harder, ending up in misery and pain. There, into the world, those who have taken power into their hands, in order to rule, in lawlessness being and without discernment, do not think upon what awaits them too, like the same ones led through ignorance into being order-givers, or just obedient ones. While those who thrive thinking the world is thus limited to the wealth they control, behold, or gather, have no time for deep matters of the society they’re inflicting, the other ones in shadow, planning rebellions to be crushed in blood and cries. Same, in the many hearts, the seeds of destruction and chaos, one step away in throwing the world even closer to the edge of the cliff. None of them, seems to realize what they have done by now, so far – regardless of status, rank, or title, in society they form; while very rare, a voice sweeping the crowds, warning them to take heed of what’s coming; the harvest times, to begin, while the reapers, to separate the crops. There, into the world, those who struggle to survive, living upon worldly laws and troubled by their choices; while those who truly live, reconcile with God, on the path of understanding…”



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EDELWEISS - Vol. I/Chapter I: The ALGORHYTHM

EDELWEISS
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- Chapter I:
The ALGORHYTHM
XXVII.

“There were times, to often wonder how can be understood such a world in which rape, theft and murder, prevails?! Alike history being re-written, as many times as it is needed until finding the ultimate form or tyranny, in which lawlessness to rule, under the high command of darkness and evil leading to extermination of everything what’s human, clearly indicating not just rebelling against God, but endless hate upon all creation. If entire history of mankind is a trace of blood leading back to antics, what has been changed, except the amount of damage that’s been done, upon the masses, as if an evil spirit awaits to be born as many humans as possible could, so then collect each of their soul as reward, once with wiping out whole nations, in the intrigues of wars and rebellions, in an endless requirement for feeding with pain the hunger for revenge. This indeed, looks like the spirit that lurks in the shadow, which dominates now the times of my presence into this world, for I have grown knowing gradually the level of deceit as much as it was given to me to cope with, and also, to realize some ultimate truths, from which one was written under the holiness of God when great king Solomon received such wisdom to write how all and everything into this world is Vanity. He saw the roots of creation in a lily and amazed, he praised God, acknowledging that although he had made a whole palace, and gathered so many in a kingdom, could not compare anything to the fragrance of such flower, in which the Wisdom that is God only, could have created in such grace and wonder. I ask myself, how blind I am, passing daily through a modern town, in which the hand of man to barely have built just squares and call them buildings, for I am surrounded by steel and concrete. How blind I am, to even allow my eyes search into such squares without even a proper design or a concept to reveal, while everything around me, floats of life: every single blade of grass from the multitude of the green spots, in which my dusty eyes does not search, every single little twig or parts of a stem, a brownish leaf, from the places of nesting, in which my dirty eyes do not dare to look, every single little stone, resting on the soil, in which my sinful eyes, can’t discover anything, - I sigh – how blind, I am, truly, how much blindness fills me! My eyes search among steel and concrete, at least a trace of intelligent design, and they can not find anything else, than slavery, there. There, yes, - there! – there lies the slavery of mankind, regardless of a rock shaped to a square line to just fill a fence, or pieces of paves, tiles, with marks of a chisel or just shiny coated, in decorating the sidewalk, - oh! Nothing is really there, than slavery of mankind! There is the wasted time, in a test of endurance for the belly and the pocket to be filled, - there is the test of strength when the bones are crushed under the sweat of hard labor, - there is the test of sanity, in a mock or laughter, in a vulgar tongue or curse. There is the wasted life of the commoner, who dreams nurturing desire after desire in endless vanity, wearing proudly the banners of greed or envy, - there is the counting of yields, efficiency written on a tick of a clock, and the ring bells to pause for a while and start over, if not all marking an ending. There are the passages of times, along oceans of thoughts, spent on uselessness and leading to nowhere except back in the beginning, when people have chosen their path, - there is the fruitlessness of their deeds, - and.. oh, how much blindness in me! My very eyes, filled with such infatuation!..”



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EDELWEISS - Vol. I/Chapter I: The ALGORHYTHM

EDELWEISS
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- Chapter I:
The ALGORHYTHM
XXVIII.

“Why this infatuation, for such a waste?! Each piece of concrete shows how mankind built its prison, while each piece of steel pointing to the gate and the chain, while the key in the lock being twisted and then thrown away, as if some spirit have done it in purpose so that no one to find a way out, in this labyrinth of illusions. Yes. Illusions. Not those illusions of which the gurus and the other teachers of nothingness preach, deceiving the world, for their cult, religion, or benefit. Not those illusions of which the scholars recite like parrots without any discernment upon what is truly real or not. Not those illusions of a wording in vain, as when people gather to hear the perpetuation of lies and applaud over the discourse the elevation of madness, nor as they cheer the flow of sand out of the disciple’s mouths. But the illusions which are present in each one’s life. Those illusions taking away the freedom of a human. Those illusions charming the eyes and luring them to deceitfulness. Those illusions melting the hearts of people, stealing their life away. Those illusions squeezing the minds of people, mending them to magic, witchcraft and thus, rooting in obscurity, darkness, and evil. Yet, these are not to be told, to any of them. Rare, to be seen one among thousands, to even try to understand. If not one in a million, to really comprehend. I oscillate between two worlds. The one of the seen, and to which such illusions compress, tighter and tighter, to not be deciphered, and the one of the unseen, to which these illusions could not compare, encompassing something beyond. One world, traps easy through the senses, all is charm and glitter, consuming the energy within. While the other one, beyond the veil, hides other forms of deceit, coming straight from demons, or devils. The unseen war, happens in myself, subjected to this body who carry my soul, and happens outside of what’s in me, where in the realm, all can be distinguished through mind, heart and soul. Then, the enemy within, transcending, the enemy outside of me, inflicting. I understand, as much as it was given to me, how much deceit, is in this world, and in what ways the human being is inflicted. It is so easy to harm, the human being. And so hard, to mend broken minds, shattered hearts, and tormented souls. In the seen world, I see the walls mankind have built, for imprisonment. In these squares of concrete, they are living their lives?! So much trouble, for a place to stay, and call it home! A place turned into a box with many shelves, where to keep their stuff. Stuff with no real value at all. A place in which to hide their being, sinking in shadow and darkness and only way out of a kind of reality being in front of a black screen. A place where to nest dreams and hopes. Concrete walls, and steel. The hearts of the many turned to concrete, while others, merging to machines. The clay mixed with iron, silica and magic. Is this, really, the way they have chosen?! – I ask silently. All I can see in the seen, are just walls with no real use, in what is life, but merely, to destroy it. Has really human being turned so much?! No place, for a tree, calling as not belonging there?! But is a wall, called home, and is a home as belonging? Nothing really belongs, just a paper fluttered in vain, calling it property. Who’s property?! Who owns, truly, something?! Who owns the paper? Who owns the signature? Who owns the stamp?! So much futility, in world of man!.. “


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EDELWEISS - Vol. I/Chapter I: The ALGORHYTHM

I've heard people say, "How could I end up in hell if I don't believe it exists?" And honestly, I was surprised... in my mind, it was something like, "Seriously?! How foolish can one be to ask such a ridiculous question?" Hell and heaven don't exist based on what we believe or don't believe. How closed-minded must one be to think that if you choose not to believe in the existence of hell, it will cease to exist... what on earth?! Regardless of what we choose to believe or not, heaven and hell are and will always be just as real. You end up there based on how you've lived your life, on how many good or bad deeds you've done, on how pure or stained your soul is when you pass away, and on how kind or wicked you've been as a human being. Based on all these factors and more, God will decide where you belong. You won't just cease to exist if you didn't believe in God, heaven, or hell. I believe there are many who would wish it were that simple, and the thought serves as consolation for them. But it's not that simple at all. Wake up, good people! Think with the heads you have on your shoulders, not with someone else's. Don't adopt the foolish ideas of others and make them your own, because that won't do you any good, and there might come a day when you realize it's too late, and no matter how much you wish to change something, you won't be able to do a thing. Don't squander your soul just because someone told you it's okay. In the end, that someone won't be able to save your soul when it's too late. They won't even be able to save their own.

EDELWEISS
- Chapter I:The ALGORHYTHM
XXIX.
“I look to the concrete walls and I can see where human ego lies. Is that really, civilization?! Walls?! More walls?! What’s so beautiful in these walls, anyway?! All are following square patterns, and that’s all. Right angles. I see people striving to make straight walls, in a hunt for perfection. I know every details of building a wall. Of any kind. I know how the structures bind. I know how to build it. The more fastidious one, the more requirements, for a fictitious perfection. Here is the line, to be followed. It is stretched and aligned to the level. Here is the bubble, indicating the alignment on horizontal, and here is on vertical. There is the pallet with bricks. These are the types of bricks I want. There are the bags with cement, or any other compound to mix within, and there is the big pile of sand of the granulation I have chosen, to the binding. Over there, are the iron bars. These are the sizes to work with. There are the cutting tools, the bending tools, the knitting tools, and these are the procedures you have to follow. In that side, you have the tools for building my wall. Make yourself new friends, around! Here is the wheelbarrow, be acquainted to it!.. There is the buddy-shovel, one rounded, one flat, - there is the buddy-throwel, in which size you find needy, round shaped, triangle, trapezoidal, rhomboid, longer to shorter, the bucket-dipper, the grouter, and whatever you might need, just ask. Ah, don’t forget, there on the shelves are different hammers, pliers, chisels, saws, frames, hoes, and the list can go on. You have everything you need. Build my wall, then claim your reward. Wow! So many tools, and so much, to be done, in order to build a wall! A simple, straight wall. A wall who will follow a line. The length, is fixed to mark the property. The height, is to keep the eyes of the strangers out of what the property holds in-between. The width, is to everlast. This is the job, to be done. This is the amount of work, and these are the steps to follow till completion of such a task. That, shall be your payment. Eh! Piece of cake! Name the target, come with an offer, we set the price, and shake the hands to close the deal! Wait. That’s not all. And not everything. You see, there are different kind of workers. Some workers, are specialized in building/construction/masonry; among them, few know pretty much about everything, from the bottom to the top, while others, just one type of operation; while others, apprentices, - still learning, or just being a helping hand; few, handy ones, a little of everything, even if they lacking experience or skill. So as workers, different type of characters. Some have more patience than another ones which seem to be in a rush always, even on the account of making mistakes while hurried; others, really skillful, working fast and having best results; then, there would be those who dwell in commodity, either not hurry at all and making a great job, either, clinging on time schedule, under the devise of “time goes, money comes”; while others, really lazy, some are like larvae to the stage of merging to a butterfly, and of course, among these all, are those who do all up-side-down, backwards, in purpose, as if just to annoy everyone, so that finally coming the ultimatum: you’re fired! God bless! One say this way, for getting rid of one who is as it is: doesn’t like working at all. While other, getting rid of the bossy one. Nobody, therefore, is annoyed, nobody gets mad, nobody called fool anymore – and so on. Here is the interesting part: I am the one with the questions. The question-maker. Or the question-settler. The questioner. So I ask, like a child: what’s the purpose of all these? Is anyone, truly, among you, dedicated to this job? One who would just love doing these. One who would love building this wall, from the sketch to the final outcome. I want to know of it.“
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A parable says that a man was returning one night from work, walking on a dark street. On his way there was a large stone that he did not see and he kicked and he was quite badly injured. The man continued on his way home, but stopped and pushed the stone into the ditch on the side of the road, thinking that no one else who might pass by would suffer the same. So his deed did good to others even though people who might have suffered the same would never have known of his deed. Like our man, God works daily for us to be well and not to hurt ourselves in countless ways. Even if we do not know and do not realize, the fact that we are ok and nothing bad happens to us does not mean that nothing bad could happen to us. It means that the Lord protects us and does this well. But we do not look up at night to go to bed to give thanks for the Lord's Work. Instead, we look up as soon as something bad happens and ask "why ... why me ... why now ... why so ... why ...? Maybe instead of looking We should look up at the past and ask why ... Maybe at some point our indifference is too great even for God to accept, maybe there are times when even He is tired of being treated with indifference. "His deeds, to be overlooked. An unseen help exists whether it is noticed or not. But we all need appreciation, to offer and to receive. Thank you for your attention."

In my homeland, when this exclamation is heard it’s either a cry of woe, a plea for leniency or a shout of frustration. We've all heard or said “Lord, have mercy”, “May God have mercy upon your soul”, “Mercy me” and other similar phrases at least once in our life. All mention 'mercy', but what does the word mean…exactly?

The Bible explains that Mercy is an act of forgiving the sinner and withholding the punishment that is justly deserved, and it also offers many examples of man-to-man and God-to-man experiences, the foremost one being Jesus’ sacrifice for sin (on mankind’s behalf).
The Dictionary says that it is “compassion or forgiveness shown towards someone whom it is within one's power to punish or harm.”
And, in Criminal Law it is “The total or partial remission of a punishment to which a convict is subject.” When someone pleads to the Magistrate for mercy, he/she is aware of their guilt and the punishment that is deserved, but is asking for leniency with the sentence to be given.

Mercy is a godly trait or virtue, so when we show mercy to those who’ve wronged us we are exercising the godliness within us, which then leads us to forgive them. Without ‘Mercy’, granting someone forgiveness (even one’s own self) is impossible, because the formula for it is Love + Mercy. And, it is better to receive mercy than it is to get justice (the formula for which is Love – Mercy). I’m better with reasoning, than with mathematical equations, so if those aren't sound, please, ‘have mercy on me’ .

Remembering to exercise the ‘god’ in us by being merciful, especially towards those who’ve harmed us, is key to receiving mercy from God.
Blessings everyone!

I had more fun watching this movie than I have had in decades. It has a great Christmas theme, but also lots of humor, romance and all out violence. It merge the themes of Die Hard and Home Alone and Santa Claus in a unique and refreshingly enjoyable way. I give this one at least 4.5 stars out of 5 for sheer enjoyment and a Director that put the right actors in the right parts. If you do nothing else for yourself this year, go see this movie.

Violent Night
he plot: A large gang of violent, murderous, mercenaries invade a rich woman's estate to murder and rob during a Christmas Eve party. Unknown to them Santa Claus has slipped down the chimney to deliver a gift to a little girl in the house. As his reindeer flee machine gun fire and leave Santa behind the invaders then try to kill Santa and threaten the little girl which unleashes Santa's dark side.

The trailer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a53e4HHnx_s
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Who, I wonder, in this world,
Could ever say and unfold,
Why you created me,
Or how I found you to be.

When I'm with you, it's true,
You make me feel brand new,
You saw within me,
What no one else could see.

Now I know that generosity,
Can put an end to hostility,
And I would chain eternity,
To keep my kindness faithfully.

In the service of good, I'd engage,
If I were to work in your presence,
And anything I would ever ask,
I would give to you with love and my life.

Perhaps many people don't know,
But without you, I'm hollow,
I'm like a dry desert,
Lifeless and thirsty, I revert.

And when I've been at my hardest,
I always found you, regardless,
You were wherever I've been,
You didn't discard me like waste within.

That's why I want to proclaim,
That you are my God, in name,
Not only in times of bliss,
But also in times of abyss.

I'm this skinny girl age 16 with pale skin, and face length dark brown hair. I was kidnapped and brainwashed by some scientist in his mid 30's or early 40's, all I remember of what he looked like is he was maybe 5'10", medium build, short dark hair (can't tell if it was brown or black) with salt & pepper gray undertones. His hair was a bit longer in front of his face, it kind of hung nose length down in his face at times. He wore small round glasses.

Anyway, this scientist has robots and things to maintain his laboratory, which is set underground. His lab is adjacent to the house, however the lab is connected to an underground cavern. I remember small marshes, little puddles on the ground, and small Stalagmites.

I have no idea who I was or where I was from. The scientist told me he created me, and that I wasn't 'exactly' human. I believed him, but subconsciously part of me felt something was off and that things weren't right.

He kept me nude always, I guess for eye candy purposes, I assume this because he never touched me inappropriately nor did I ever see him touch himself. However, I do remember these latex nipple caps he put on me. Which was the only covering he kept on my body. Even though I was nude, the climate was always comfortable. I was never hot or cold, he made sure of that.

All I ever did was light labor. Whatever the robots didn't do. Nothing complicated. Mostly picking up misplaced items and putting them back, or tidying up, which the guy was pretty organized and not much of a slob, so I didn't spend very much time working. Mostly just walking around amazed at the things I saw in the lab and the cavern, and confused about who I was, and where I was really supposed to be. I also remember the cavern part of the lab had these blue and green flood lights, to keep from tripping I guess in the holes and puddles in the ground.

His colleagues would come and visit from time to time. So he made sure I would always hidden during these visitation times. There was one in particular who was always snooping around. He saw me twice. Once he caught me hiding and tried to coax me out, just before my creator walked in and caught him snooping.

The last time he caught me hiding in the cavern, I had ran under a dilapidated stairwell in the corner and hid myself beneath a sheet. This time, the other colleagues had my creator busy with something. The nosey colleague guy pulled me out from my hiding place and took me outside. He turned me over to a group of investigators, who returned me to a bunch of strangers that were supposed to be my family.


© November 25, 2005, L. Karriem

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This was one of my more memorable dreams. I should have tried getting it interpreted back when I had it. Don't recall what was going on in waking life at that time, other than which ex I was with