Look Up!

 

 Look Up!

 

The woman with two children on both hands were walking on the mud that covers their feet. She was looking up the sky while the two young children were looking at the mud and all around them. The little boy's age is two years and his sister has ten.

The woman's face was bright. She was looking up as if talking to someone or seeing something good, despite of the cloudy and dark sky.

The two children's faces were full of worries and disgust. It was hard for them to lift up their feet to walk while their mother's walk with ease.

Then they raised up their heads and swayed them around. Their minds must be questioning what was going on. They saw the same thing on other people who have their heads bowed to earth. All of them just concentrated on what the earth can give them and what they can get from it and each other.

There were many grown up people walking alone with their eyes on the mud of the earth. They all seemed to be heavy laden. No one really happy but worried, irritated and troubled.

Some were like them. Children with someone holding their hands while walking. On one of them, they noticed a man with two boys on both hands. 

Out of nothing, wild animals were coming towards them. Seeing them, the man with the boys around twelve and twenty years, quickly lifted up their carried arms to fight and defend themselves.They fought hard and determined to win.

"We won the battle!"

They shouted after defeating the beasts. Everyone around them heard it and were looking at the winners, like the boy walking alone beside the three of them.

"Who are they?"

The two year old boy asked.

"They said they are the Warriors of Light."

The ten year old sister repeated it.

"The Warriors of Light?"

After responding to their question, the boy with shoulder length hair, dressed in tunic and with flat sandals of old times, went walking ahead of them. There was a yellow colored brightness in his silhoutte. Then he disappeared.

The two children turned their look at the man with two boys. They saw them on their knees and bowed heads as if praying silently on a clean, white pavement under a streak of light coming from the sky. They could see where the light was coming from. It was like a bright light coming from an open door. As they looked at it, they felt lightness inside of them that made both of them smiled at each other and giggled.

As they moved their heads to look again at the man and two boys, what they saw on the ground around them suddenly changed their feelings.

"Mother!"

Both hugged her out of fear from what they just saw.

The wild animals were dead. They turned into human bodies but with horns in their heads, claws on the nails of their hands and feet.

"Look Up!"

The woman, their mother, responded. She told them with authority but gentle voice. There was definite reassurance of relief as she said the words. She has been walking easily as she keep their hands in hers.

They obeyed the mother. They looked up to the sky. As they did so, what they feel have changed again. They saw, enjoy and felt the same thing their mother has been enjoying herself all through their life's journey on earth.

Since then, the three of them have never looked somewhere else anymore.

"Look up! Look up to Heaven, my children, look up!"

The Mother said as she put her hands together towards heaven and the children did the same.

"Hail Mary!"

The children said.

The boy who passed by them appeared again looking at them.

"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid." (John 14:27)

As he turned around again to go on walking, he was transformed into a man but riding on a horse.

The man with two boys saw him and they went to follow him. The two boys were transformed into men and all were holding a sword. The same thing happened to those who were chosen to be with them.

From the sky, the following was heard:

"To him who overcomes and does my will to the end, I will give authority over the nations - He will rule them with an iron scepter; he will dash them to pieces like pottery - just as I have received authority from my Father. I will also give him the morning star." (Revelation 2:26-28) 

The Rider of the Horse turned around. But nothing could be seen but a splash of light like a morning star.

"He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches." (Revelation 2:29)

 

 

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Miracles of Our Lord of Pardon

The following is an excerpt from a prayer book with same title:

Miracles of Our Lord of Pardon

There was as woman who was living in the mountains and was leading an exemplary life. She, wishing to know how many were the wounds that Christ, Our Lord, had received on His Most Sacred Body requested the Lord, with devotion to reveal them to her. The Lord appeared to her and said: 

" You must know that the wounds I received on my body were five thousand four hundred fifty-five; and therefore, I tell you that all those who in memory of them would recite FIFTEEN OUR FATHER'S AND HAIL MARY'S during the year, shall take away from Purgatory fifteen souls and shall be relieved from the penance that should be done for so many mortal sins, and besides, shall obtain the grace and the confirmation of good works."

"Also, whoever recites, during one whole year these prayers, I will give him fifteen days beforehand, My Body to eat, and he will not be hungry and he will not be thirsty, and I will place before him the sign of the cross that will serve him as his guardian and defense; and I, together with My Most Holy Mother, shall attend to him in the hour of his death, and I will receive benignly his soul and will take it to the eternal pleasure, and once there, I will give him the drink of Divinity and whoever should have true sorrow and contrition or repentance for his sins, and comply with the prayers during one year, I will pardon all his sins from the day he was born until his death and I will save him from the power of the demon and from his temptations; and if he is wicked; he will become good and continually I will save his soul from the fires of hell: and that whatever he would ask from my Mother I will grant and give him the life that will entitle him to live in my Kingdom and inhabit with me eternally.

"Whoever takes with him this prayer, and gives it to somebody to read, or will show it to any person, will obtain in this life pleasure and reward. Wherever he may be, this prayer will keep him in peace and intact in the same manner that I kept the heavy waves of the sea. Any person, be it a man or a woman, who would have this prayer shall not die suddenly, shall not be persecuted by his or her enemies, nor shall they be conquered in battle, or imprisoned, or drowned in the sea, nor burned by fire or by lightnings; nor shall be deposed against by any false witness. Any woman who is about to deliver and should hang this prayer on her neck, will deliver easily without any danger."

This prayer was brought over by Don Juan Cardoso from Rome. It was found on the body of a man who was thrown into the sea with a big stone tied to his neck. This man remained floating in the sea without drowning. When he was rescued from the waves, the prayer was found in his possession. Any one carrying it, must carry it with a sincere faith, because God does not know how to fail in His promises. Every day, say the following:

PRAYER

" My Lord, Jesus Christ, remember that I am a sinner. Most Holy Virgin pray for me. You shall always be praised and blessed. Pray for this sinner to Your Beloved Son, Precious beauty of the Angels, the Prophets and patriarchs, Crown of the Martyrs, Apostles, and Confessors, Glory of the Seraphs, Crown of the Virgins, save me from the most fearful figure of the demon when my soul departs from my body. Oh Most Holy Fount of Piety and Beauty of Jesus Christ, Joy of the Heaven, Consolation of the Clergy, Remedy in our works: with You, VIRGIN MOST PRUDENT,  the Angels are happy. Recommend my soul and the soul of all devout Christians, pray for us to Your Blessed Son and take us to the Eternal Paradise where You reign and live forever and there we will venerate you eternally. Amen."

"Sovereign Virgin Mary, Mother of the Living God, because you have delivered Him, pray for all of us sinners so that He may pardon us, save us from the wicked enemy that is fighting us, and grant us the eternal glory. Blessed be forever the Sacred Passion and Death of Our Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen."

Note: The above refered to prayers are worthy of credit because they have been as approved by the Supreme Pontiffs.

 

Imprimatur: 

J. Bustamante

Prov y Vicario Gral

Feb. 25, 1937

 

Nihil obstat: 

E. Boylan S.J.

Imprimi protest:

D Mannix, Arch

Melb.

 

 

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The Main Gate

The Main Gate

 

Once there was a son who woke up his father.

"Father! Father, I was killed!"

Abruptly the beardy old man got up from his dreams.

"My son!"

His eyes were shocked and his heart beating fast.

It was already three in the afternoon. He realized his nap became like a whole night sleep. All he remembered, he was too tired he went to rest. He had been working in his garden. He has a big garden in front and around his enormous house, but he always prefer to attend to his plants, flowers, trees and animals as well. He loves them.

Then he remembered, he was reading his favorite series of The Pen.

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Without realizing it, he fell asleep in his swinging bed. He was able to finish reading the story and then staring up to the sky, trying to imagine what the father could have done to the dead son.

He left the bed to sit in one of the chairs made of bamboo rattan like the other three more chairs with its square table making a garden set of furnitures.

A house servant approached him to ask if he wanted anything to drink or eat. He dismissed the offer kindly.

From where he was seated, he could see the front main gate of his property. He was looking straight ahead seeing nothing really, for his mind was occupied with something else.

He remembered his younger son's words to him just few hours ago, before going out again through that Main Gate to invite elected guests for the feast in the house.

"Forgive them father. They do not know what they're doing."

He thought for a while what the son has just said before he responded.

"Then go ahead, my son. I leave them unto your hands. Harvest what you can get from them and burn the rest. For they must understand that I have sent you for I am in you."

So the son left to do the will of the father.

He raised himself up from his chair and took a walk around his big garden. As he did, the past came back again to his mind.

He used to have someone, a man who was the caretaker of his garden. This man with whom he found someone, a woman, to help him in his task.

In the garden, there was a very special and meaningful tree for him. He would never tell anyone why, he will just say it means life to him.

The house and everything around it is owned by the father alone. Nobody understood why, neither anyone of the servants and others who know him have dared to ask.

The day came when his garden caretakers had a child, a first son. He was happy for them, treating the child like his own, just like his treatment to his parents.

As the child grew, he realized that he was disobedient to his parents. He felt sadness about it for he loved them all.

Time passed by and another son was born. It brought him another happiness. 

The younger son turned out to be the opposite in personality and character from his elder brother. He was good and obedient. In whatever that he was, he found favor before the eyes of the father.

As both of the two children grew up, their parents have taught them and imposed in their minds the importance of the mentioned tree by the father. They leave them instructions to give it the biggest, significant care for it was the most important to the father. It has been their teachings to their children till the day each one of them died.

The man caretaker died first then the woman. Their sons were already grown up teens when left by their parents. They were left to the father.

Since then, both sons lived the rest of their lives in the enormous house of the father. 

To live in the father's house, there was only one condition. Obey him. For all who lives in it, all servants obey the father's will and instructions.

Life went on for both sons until one day, the older one committed an unforgivable mistake.

He cut down the most important, untouchable tree in the garden, imagining it as the life of his younger brother, feeling strong jealousy towards him. He put all his anger in the dagger that cuts down the tree into pieces.

The father found out what he did, and the elder son was sent outside the Main Gate.

"If you can't obey me, go outside and do what you want. Just remember, you don't own anything. Neither here inside nor outside. For my eyes will be on you and everything that you do."

This father is the sole owner of everything inside and outside of the Main Gate. He has servants inside and outside that works for him.

Years gone by and both sons grew up. One with him and the other outside the Main Gate.

As those years passed by, the father's annointed men incharge of everything he owned outside the Main Gate had come to report to him about their assigned task and areas.

Through them, the father came to know what the other son had been doing. How he had been destroying and complicating the lives of all the people.

Knowing these, in the presence of the younger son, he sent him.

"Live with them, my son. Save my people."

And the son bowed and responded with agreement.

"Your will be done, for you are my Father."

Then the Main Gate opened as it was narrated by the invited guest of the gate's guard in his Paradise Walk.

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Finally, The Pen's writer finished writing and reading this story of "Once upon a time..." when there was a son whose blood claimed the Father for he was killed by his own brother.

End. 

 

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Sacrifice Thank Offerings

 

Sacrifice Thanks Offerings

 

Nowadays, injustices is rampant in every corner of the world. No one is exempted.

After going through a couple of those recently, I have come to realize something, and in my own understanding, understand better the message of God.

The Verse of the Day, 10th of August 2023, of the Bible Gateway, an online religious website with the Bible available in it, says:

Psalm 46:1 (New International Version)

"For the director of music. Of the Sons of Korah. According to alamoth. A song

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble."

He is indeed!

Exactly what I was to be reminded of! So, I read more. From the Psalms 46 till 50. I believe to have understood better my own situation. Thus, I made my summary.

Whatever wrongs or injustices done to you, do not seek justice through your own hands. Revealing the truth is not seeking justice. The purpose of taking revenge is. You, as a victim, offers your non-vengeance response as a sacrifice offering to God. For God says, vengeance is his.

"For we know him who said, 'It is mine to avenge, I will repay, and again, 'The Lord will judge his people'. It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God." (Hebrew 10:30,31) 

Instead, be thankful that an opportunity exists for you to hold tight to your connection to God. Your oath to obey his law. Your promise to follow His Son, who leads you to Him. That through His Son, you get God, the Father's messages to you.

No matter how much the enemy, the devil's efforts, seeks ways for you to fall into traps to sin, you stay firm and strong in  your hold with God. To fulfill your vows of obedience to His law and precepts. So, be thankful instead. 

Be thankful that your soul does not suffer the tortures that comes from the causes of sins committed against God due to disobedience of his laws. For a creator would love his creation, and an enemy would hate enough to destroy such creation. Thus, to torture is but to destroy.

"Wherever there is a carcass, there the vultures will gather." (Matthew 24:28)

That though you suffer as "victim", as you believe you are, remember Jesus, the Son of God. Just like him, offering yourself as the sacrifice to God in thanksgiving. Thanksgiving for everything that God is to you, and for the eternal life that's coming from Him alone.

Below is Psalm 50:14, a call from the Son of God, with whom God himself is one:

"Sacrifice thank offerings to God, fulfill your vows to the Most High, and call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honor me."

Honor the Son of God, for in due honors, God is honored, for God is in him.

And to the wicked sinners in particular, as call of message in the following: (Psalms 50:16 - 21)

16 "But to the wicked person, God says:

'What right have you to recite my laws or take my covenant on your lips?  

17 You hate my instruction and cast my words behind you.

18 When you see a thief, you join with him, you throw in your lot with adulterers.

19 You use your mouth for evil and harness your tongue to deceit.

20 You sit and testify against your brother and slander your own mother's son.

21 When you did these things and I kept silent, you thought I was exactly like you. But I now arraign you and set my accusations before you.

Though most oftern it seemed that God "is not doing something" or what we call, "is silent or sleeping"; for it seemed to us, "it seemed", that God has been permissive to wrong doings, all these have never been the case of his tolerance as said in the verse 21. We have to remember, God tolerates for the sake of his love for us. He is love himself. But, we must never forget that He is God. God is God.

So He says: (Psalms 50:22, 23)

22 "Consider this, you who forget God, or I will tear you to pieces, with no one to rescue you:

23 Those who sacrifice thank offerings honor me, and to the blameless I will show my salvation."

By God's mercy, we were able to open our eyes to the truth, for God has shown it to us.

By God's help, we were rescued. For he was there at the right moment, place and time.

By God's faithfulness, we were kept in his care. For he make us feel his presence through understanding.

By God's Son, we have light. For he has guided us how to obey God through Him as the Message itself.

And so many more ways by God. We realize, God is always present. Our God never ceases to love us. In His Son, we are accompanied to Him.

What a joy! Praise be to God!

Glory and Honor, Power and Understanding, Praises and Strength, be to our God forever and ever.

Amen.

 

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Seen 4

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Round Three:  Seen 3

Round Four 

The writer was standing on the beach wherein one foot touches the sand and the other, the water.  Facing the sea before him, he first look at the sky. It was turning gray. Then he looked at the water, the farthest his eyes can see. They turned the same, in resemblance to the sky.

Before he could ever formulate whatever in his mind, a loud shout called his attention. He turned around.

A group of people were coming. almost running towards a yatch by the seashore.  They were laughing, teasing each other, drinking and almost naked and drunk.  They jumped into the yatch and sailed. Not one lifted an eye to the sky nor the front ahead to the ocean.

 The sense of, "the world will never end yet, or drink for tomorrow we die."

Roaming his eyes more, he saw other stories. Before him, all kinds of sins as if he was watching a movie.

Just close to him, he heard curses between people, using the name of God. Something that is becoming a habit more and more, as if it is the way they should be. He observed better, it was a family. Parents with children in relationship crisis.

The writer took a deep sigh as he heard a strong sound somewhere.

A couple who were having sex on the beach, even naked for they have lost the notion of time and place caused by their lust, were killed. A man and a woman standing on top of them with a gun in their hands. Faces in hate, grieves and tears were seen on them.

The writer shooked his head to take out the shock for he has seen more that he could not even imagined nor understand they had happened and were happening on earth. Each one he was witnessing were presented to him as if parts of whats going on in earth, while the water far ahead of them rises and the sky above them turns dim. Besides all other changes in nature as if they were demonstration of wrath.

He focused his look to the sand to see no more of anything else around him for they were so much to narrate. He walked slowly till his feet stopped in front of a high wooden chair of a beach resort's open bar.

He raised his look, and it was a refreshment bar. He sat himself to the high wooden stool. He looked around and found many seated and standing, drinking and waiting, to be attended by the bartenders.

While behind the bar, the workers were like machines. All were concentrated to their jobs, working hard for one common reason. Pay. Money. Behind money, the reason or motives and purposes to have them.

To the writer's imagination came a high ladder made of rocky sands and cements, where on top of it is a golden coin. He saw people climbing hard to reach it, as he found himself standing before the first step of the ladder. Some even he heard saying to their children, "we have to get it, it is your future."

For a moment, he closed his eyes and said to himself, "All of us, my Lord, are misled. Sometimes, what we believe are the best for us are the same best for others."

But then, he was cut from praying. His imagined ladder brought him back to it. He saw people climbing as if they were animals. Climbing two at a time, no matter who they stepped on the wa y.

Once more, the scenes were so unpleasant, he shook his head. Again, he was back to the bar, him seated on a chair.

Close to him, another group of people came. Some of them with car keys on their hands with their keychains of different car brands. Expensive brands. Luxorious. Some came in pairs, kissing their ways to the bar, touching each other's skin. While others came with glamorous bags and belongings.

The writer could not understand why they come to his story. Suddenly, his attention brought him back to his imagined ladder.

As he was back to the ladder, this time, he wasn't standing anymore below the first step upward of the ladder. This time, he was on top. He was standing on the edge of the floor where the golden coin lies. He felt his feet as if they were on the beginning of his narration, one foot on the sand and the other on the water.

Though confused on what was happening, he looked ahead of him.

The golden coin from below the ladder looked like standing. It was a high, enormous ladder with many steps that he even got lost counting them. 

At the top as he observed from where he was standing, he saw that the golden coin was the floor itself. An extensive unmeasurable golden coin floor. On it were people, human beings, who have done it to the top.

They were in a feast. All kinds of them.

In the middle of the coin was someone or something he could not figure the face or nature of. But sure he was, there it was in the middle.

He tried to move to have a closer look. But his feet were pasted to where he was standing. From somewhere he was told, "No."

He looked around him, closer to him, if there was someone. A man with a book in his hand came beside him then leave. 

He saw men and women reaching the top of the ladder. Some arrived like in a snake form. That was how he saw some humans reaching the top with their tongues out, grasping for breath, with their body on the floor as they finished their climbs.

The man with the book went to join the others, men and women standing a step, almost to the edge of the golden coin. Many of them. They all opened their books and started to call on those who have already made it inside the golden coin. They were preachers! They started to teach, warn and call to repent.

Looking down on the feet of them, the snakes passes them and many were bitten. It seemed they only made marks on them, but not affected by them at all.

Those inside the golden coin, especially those closest to the one in the middle, just laughed at the preachers. They cursed them, throw them all kinds of harmful materials. But the edges of the coin seemed liked a mirror wall that anything they threw outside never came out. 

Some humans who reached the top and heard the preachers did not enter the golden coin. But few. A handful. Some ignored them and went in anyway. Whoever entered the coin could not come out anymore.

A thunder in the sky brought the writer to where he started to narrate. At the beach. He was standing one foot on the sand and the other on the water.

The incredible strength of the thunder bolts crossed the ocean and in seconds, the water erased the earth.

He wasn't affected for he stood as a witness.

As he saw that the big one, tsunami, came to earth, he saw the imagined ladder receiving the same bolt in its center, where that someone or something was held on a throne. Those inside the golden coin fell to the deep with their worshipped idol and god as the strength of the bolts pushes them all to the opened pit, right at the center of the golden coin.

Some tried to run to come out, but the glass wall won't let them. All who were outside became a candle lit with sounds of prayers in a funeral.

It was a dream!  

The writer realized he was dreaming. A scary one that made him shook and wake up suddenly. He was writing the story, when he felt his eyes getting heavy and have decided to take a nap on top of his writing table. To his surprise, the story was already completed!

He looked for his pen. He couldn't find it at first. Then he saw it. He picked it up from his paper garbage can and saw it empty with ink. 

All he could do was smile to himself. 

"Of course, my pen. It is done."

He sighed and decided to go get himself a beer.

  

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The Pen's Third Anniversary

 

 

The Pen's Third Anniversary 

 

It's August 2 again!

This time we are in the year 2023, that means three years from the time The Pen has started. All through these years, my love for reading, writing and learning are still intact. So The Pen goes on.

The Pen is still in Round Four and will only move to Round Five once all other pending series of The Writer Series are completed. This blog was made in the first place to share online the special series of The Writer Series 1 and 2, 11 to 15. They are special for something I could not explain. 😊

As mentioned before in previous articles, the Round One series has already been written before the creation of this blog.

The Round Two series were written during the year 2020 and completed. Maybe for the reason that we were all locked up due to the pandemic.

The Round Three and Four have their pendings for completion of some series. Time when everything in the world started to unlock itself slowly.

The Pen does not promise anything but to continue writing and sharing whenever possible. For some reasons, the attack of ideas with regards to them has not found its way to my pen. But I assure  you, somehow the previous rounds will be completed.

Well then, let's go for the fourth year for more!

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Let The Music Play (Intermission 19)

 Sinead O'Connor - Music Artist

 

A beautiful woman and Irish artist, Sinead O'Connor, just died 26th of July 2023.

The first time I ever heard her voice and interpretation of the song, Nothing Compares to You, on a video, it touched my heart. Since then, I have always enjoyed playing it over and over again. Later on, I came to know it made her to the top of the music industry.

But that  is not the point. It was her connection to God. She was a believer. She was what she had been, well, that's her story. What I know, not in my mind but in my heart that I understand her.

In honor to her memory, Let the Music Play.

Nothing  Compares To You

It's been seven hours and 15 days 

Since you took your love away 

I go out every night and sleep all day

Since you took your love away

Since you've been gone

I can do whatever I want

I can see whomever I choose

 

I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant

But nothing

I said nothing can take away these blues

'Cause nothing compares

Nothing compares to you.

 

It's been so lonely without you here

Like a bird without a song

Nothing can stop these lone tears from falling

Tell me baby, where did I go wrong?

I could put my arms around every boy I see

But they'd only remind me of you

 

I went to the doctor guess what he told me

Guess what he told me

He said, "Girl you better try to have fun,

no matter what you do"

But he's a fool

 

'Cause nothing compares, nothing compares to you

 

All the flowers that you planted mama

in the backyard

All died when you went away

I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard

But I'm willing to give it another try

 

Nothing Compares to You.

 

 

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God is

                                                                                            

God is

by The Pen

                                                      

God is like the clouds in the sky.

He forms himself into many ways.

Turn them to grey or white or black,

 depending on how He feels.

Sometimes sunny, pouring and other

 times thundering too.

But always all of them passes away,

 then He calms down again.

Thus, He gives rainbow in the sky

 in full colors.

God is like the wind in his spirit form.

He runs himself in all ways not 

 leaving a corner unreached.

He turns himself strong, mild or soft

 like a gentle bliss.

Sometimes so caressing, yet sometimes

 so overthrowing.

But always all of them passes away,

 then He calms down again.

Thus, He gives sunshine in its most

 warming embrace.

That is God, in his name and what he is.

He created everything, not a thing excepted.

May it be good or bad to human understanding.

For who will understand God when no human

 can even understand itself?

But all believes to know better than the

 Creator of all.

Blessed be God for he exists. Simply as that.

Most of all, for He is the Only One and Holy.

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