The chapel of Saint Gabriel.
Who shares the same name as my father.
I have had many thoughts arise,
about possible resistance and what I would confront,
when face to face,
with the father
of the chapel.
I felt that I was in need of courage
to speak honestly,
of what concerns me.
I partook in the herb of the holy sacrament prior to visiting the chapel. There may be some that argue that this is avoidance and escape, if so then one must also recognise the effect it has, for if it gives courage, or rather 'encourages' me, to speak honestly, then what can be said of this plant's true value?
So on my journey, my revelation came to me.
It was about finding a new and safe space that allowed me to 'rest' in a deep conviction.
A conviction in something unbreakable and incorruptible.
The truth.
I wanted to speak my heart
In clear words (with clarity).
To express to him, my need: to see Nature (God) respected.
(There is someone disrespecting the chapel grounds)
Also, I wanted to recognise him, get to know him.
For he is my neighbour.
... and I wonder, how does the father of a chapel of a small village see the world?
From the blue, these are the words that came to me ...
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If one expresses there intention honestly [from the heart] then the truth will reveal itself.
If one attempts to influence the outcome
through the use of politics (politeness),
then false appearances will soon become apparent
[and the loss of dignity will occur].
There must be a willingness and a courage to communicate honestly
[knowing that this will lead to a higher truth.]
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From where I stand,
It is the only path that I can see,
for it is the only path that is revealed to me.
Corinthians 4:5
Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels [intentions] of the hearts: and then shall every man have praise of God.
And yesterday I saw these these writings on my wall (my facebook wall) ...
The truth is like a lion.
You don't have to defend it.
Let it loose.
It will defend itself.
- Saint Augustine.
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