Astirinch’s Vision

I was fully awake and there was no alcohol or drugs involved – I was completely rational and coherent, as I am right now writing this. I know this will sound unbelievable, but I can only conclude that it was supernatural. Therefore it left me with no option other than to act on it, rather than ignore the event and carry on as if it never happened. Proof is in the pudding as they say, and the miraculous change in my life is a testament and a further proof of God – but more on this in Part 7.

ASTRINCH tells allNew Jerusalem

Default Setting: EVIL

Whence then cometh wisdom? and where is the place of understanding?
Seeing it is hid from the eyes of all living, and kept close from the fowls of the air.
Destruction and death say, We have heard the fame thereof with our ears.
God understandeth the way thereof, and he knoweth the place thereof.
For he looketh to the ends of the earth, and seeth under the whole heaven;
To make the weight for the winds; and he weigheth the waters by measure.
When he made a decree for the rain, and a way for the lightning of the thunder:
Then did he see it, and declare it; he prepared it, yea, and searched it out.
And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom;
and to depart from evil is understanding.
[JOB 28: 20-28 KJV]

2 for 1 Deal: Satanic Sonnets


Fiat Lux

Lloyd Mifflin (1896 – 1921)

Then that dread angel near the awful throne,
Leaving the seraphs ranged in flaming tiers,
Winged his dark way through those unpinioned spheres,
And on the void’s black beetling edge, alone,
Stood with raised wings, and listened for the tone
Of God’s command to reach his eager ears,
While Chaos wavered, for she felt her years
Unsceptered now in that convulsive zone.
Night trembled. And as one hath oft beheld
A lamp within a vase light up its gloom,
So God’s voice lighted him, from heel to plume:
‘Let there be light!’ It said, and Darkness, quelled,
Shrunk noiseless backward in her monstrous womb
Through vasts unwinnowed by the wings of eld!

lucifer Dore

Lucifer in Starlight

George Meredith (1828–1909)

ON a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.
Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend
Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened,
Where sinners hugged their spectre of repose.
Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those.
And now upon his western wing he leaned,

Now his huge bulk o’er Afric’s sands careened,
Now the black planet shadowed Arctic snows.
Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars
With memory of the old revolt from Awe,
He reached a middle height, and at the stars,
Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank.
Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank,
The army of unalterable law.

Mystery is only the veil of God’s face…

God has still His hidden secrets, hidden from the wise and prudent.
Do not fear them; be content to accept things that you cannot understand; wait patiently. Presently He will reveal to you the treasures of darkness, the riches of the glory of the mystery.   Mystery is only the veil of God’s face […] God is nigh. He is in the dark cloud. Plunge into the blackness of its darkness without flinching; under the shrouding curtain of His pavilion you will find God awaiting you.

Hast thou a cloud?
Something that is dark and full of dread;
A messenger of tempest overhead?
A something that is darkening the sky;
A something growing darker bye and bye;
A something that thou fear’st will burst at last;
A cloud that doth a deep, long shadow cast,
God cometh in that cloud.

Hast thou a cloud?
It is Jehovah’s triumph car: in this
He rideth to thee, o’er the wide abyss.
It is the robe in which He wraps His form;
For He doth gird Him
with the flashing storm.

It is the veil in which He hides the light
Of His fair face, too dazzling for thy sight.
God cometh in that cloud.

 Hast thou a cloud?
 A trial that is terrible to thee?
 A black temptation threatening to see?
 A loss of some dear one long thine own?
 A mist, a veiling, bringing the unknown?
  A mystery that unsubstantial seems:
A cloud between thee
and the sun’s bright beams?

     God cometh in that cloud.

 Hast thou a cloud?
  A sickness–weak old age–distress and death?
  These clouds will scatter at thy last faint breath.
  Fear not the clouds that hover o’er thy barque,
  Making the harbour’s entrance dire and dark;
  The cloud of death, though misty, chill and cold,
  Will yet grow radiant with a fringe of gold.
  GOD cometh in that cloud.

(From Streams in the Desert, public domain version © 1925 )