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In remembrance of Me (Christ Jesus, Isa, son of Miriam).
  'Be merciful, as your Master (Lord) is merciful.' - Isa, Jesus, son of Mary 
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  <a href="#i-am-nothing-at-all">
    'They say, "Peace, peace", but there is no peace! 
    They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious.
    'Peace, peace,' they say, when there is no peace.' (Book
    of Jeremiah, chapter 6, verse 14). http://biblehub.com/jeremiah/6-14.htm
    
    <br/>
    “So My hand will be against the prophets who see 
    false visions and utter lying divinations. 
    They will have no place in the council of My people,
    nor will they be written down in the register of the 
    house of Israel, nor will they enter the land of Israel,
    that you may know that I am the Lord GOD." (Book of Ezekiel,
    chapter 13, verse 9) http://biblehub.com/nasb/ezekiel/13.htm
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  <p>
  <a href="#do-not-return-wickedness-for-wickedness-take-heed">
    See- see if there is any wicked way in me, Daddy, and lead me
    in the way ever-lasting and true. Through Christ Jesus. Amen.
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  <a href="#san">
    'Do not be overly angry, O Lord.
    Do not be angry beyond measure
    with us, O Judge over the Day
    of Judgment!' ("repent, for the 
    kingdom of G!D - the kingdom
    of Heaven - is near! It is not
    far!" Jesus, the Christ, saying).
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  <a href="#quattro"
     >Your- do not be afraid. Take courage.
    Your father, who is in Heaven, your Father
    is given great happiness to give you'
    the kingdom' (as Scriptures have on record)
    :-) ^_^
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  <p>
     
    Blessed art thou, father in Heaven.
      our one and only Father.
      our one and only father, blessed art
      thou.
      ruler of the universe (and
      everything in it)
      hallowed is thy name.
      thy kingdom come!
  </p>
  <a href="#five">'How do we know when we have reached perfect love? When there is no 
  more fear' (from Scriptures)</a>
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  <div>
    <p>Doar
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  <div id="do-not-return-wickedness-for-wickedness-take-heed">
    <p>Dear Diary,
    May peace with you, in the name of the son of the Almighty, Christ
    Jesus, [who is] Lord. [whom I am not above]
    </p>
    <p>The man with emerald skin of crystalline substance appeared before me.
      His eyes were ablaze, and out of his mouth was a double-edged sword, and in his 
      hand was the Star of David, and encountering him by the river, I saw that
      his feet were like bronze that had passed through fire, as I fell to his feet. 
    </p>
    <p>'Peace!' he said. 'Calamity will come soon, but I am with you until the end of
      the age.'
    </p>
    <i>
    <p>The writer thinking whether to record suspicions of idol-worship or
      a flashing reminder of a certain... what people call psycho-analyst - who
      was known for seeing visions or images, which he then (reportedly) used,
      or other-wise applied, to contribute to society. 'King', 'lover', and 
      G!D-knows-what-and-I-do-not-know. 'Archetypes' they called it. (or otherwise
      named it.) 'magician' . ha-ha-ha-ha. (laughing) ^^
      Oh they accused Jesus and his disciples of trickery or slights of hand or feints
      or sorcery or working their portion from G!D with the help of demons or sons of demons!
      O! hahahahahahaha. (laughing)
      </p>
      <p>Thanksgiving for Return from Captivity.

A Song of Ascents.

        When the LORD brought back the captive ones of Zion,
            We were like those who dream.

      2
        Then our mouth was filled with laughter
            And our tongue with joyful shouting;
            Then they said among the nations,
            “The LORD has done great things for them.”

      3
        The LORD has done great things for us;
            We are glad.

      4
        Restore our fortunes, O LORD,
            As the streams in the South. (as the streams
        that You cause to gush in arid deserts) 
        <br/>
        (as written in Scriptures. (they call it
        'New American Standard Bible'; other names, too, they have
        for Scriptures. Names that G!D knows, and I do not know.
        Yes, G!D knows, and I do not know.))
        
      </p>
      <p>(laughing, can't stop) seemingly crazy man
      </p>
      <p>I praise You, G!D, for You have shown lovingkindness
      </p>
    </i>
    <p>'What will you have me do?' said I to the man, knelt.
    </p>
    <p>'Go your way, Daniel,' said he. 'Peace!'
    </p>
    <p>
    <i>'Great and marvellous are your deeds, O Almighty One'. sang the song
      of Moses, who is servant of G!D, and of the Lamb. Fabulosa and fabuloso
      and deserving of every superlative, and miraculously wonderful and magnificently
      beautiful, O, Your deeds, You who have no beings attached. (G!D haz no beings
      attached.) (laughing) ha-ha-ha-ha
    </i>
    </p>
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  <div id="san">
    <p>
      Dear Diary,
      How are you? 
      May peace
 [and the Life] be with you in
     the name of the Lord Christ Jesus.
    </p>
    <p>from the writer:
      :-) <br/> 
      ^_&
    </p>
    <p>
      'Do not err, my beloved
      brethren,' wrote the apostle
      Paul, 'every good gift
      and every perfect gift
      is from above, coming down
      from the father of lights,
      [the blessed Father, who
      is unseen in front of men,
      and who is in Heaven]
      with whom there is no
      variableness or changing
      or turning of shadow
      [nor excessively heavy
      yokes like those that
      teachers of the Law, and
      Pharisees, and hypocrites,
      lay down even on the very
      aged]'.
    </p>
    <p>The Almighty has drawn evening across the
      earth, and the man ponders on himself and
      his G!d. He is a strange creation, he thinks,
      growing as he appears, and also aware of his on[-]going
      dis[-]appearance. For which part of his body is new,
      or his bones, or his flesh, that will prompt a new
      'Thing' in the world? [paragraph break] And yes,
      the uncertainty of his existence threatens him,
      and waits in hiding to be acknowledged, on the heels
      of Recognition.
    </p>
    <p>G[!]d brought people to me to[-]day, Diary, and some
      of the experience was pleasant, and some not so much.
      Three of my former high-school class[-]mates arrived at the
      ward, and G!d reminded me later of my vulnerability
      amidst serving the Christ, when [H]e brought my [']father[']
      to the ward (he is not a seeker of the Christ, nor is he seeking
      Christ, as far as I can tell.)
    </p>
    <p>Do you speak Mandarin Chinese, or can you read it, at least?
    </p>
    <p><i>from the writer: Translating... :-) For the love of G!D,
      and to the Most Merciful and Compassionate One be praise and
      the glory.
      </i>
    </p>
    <p>Although I do not count myself as having achieved perfection,
      as if I were a mountain or statue that has been molded and
      made perfect - oh, I do not count myself as such - and do not
      have all the powers that G!D has to work great deeds that shelter
      and transport Man, and nourish you and me, and do not know
      all the rigid instructions, of the world, that lays a yoke
      on-to one such that one turns to the direction where the sun
      sets, or plucks hair out from the nostrils of one - oh, 
      I feel a load that is yoked upon me, instead, in 
      the plentiful harvest of the fields that G!D has given me to
      tend, as if I ought to forge a bow or axe for myself out-side of
      the houses of happy people who put the proverbial cart before the horse,
      among these blurring definitions (of myself)
      that G!D has caused in a baptism of fire to a disobedient
      one such as myself, who seems doomed to be as clouds
      of dust and ash - what with the sword, that He has plunged into
      my soul, that is tormenting me greatly - I speak, in an effort
      to make my humanity heard, the following: if G!D has given me 
      this worldly life as a comfort - a form of mercy
      from the Most Merciful and Compassionate One, or a brief respite -
      then what they have done to me falls short of what lets
      the light of the Most Merciful One - who created us, and is working
      great and mighty wonders in His immeasurable splendour and
      ways that are above my own - shine;
      they do not glorify their Maker, who is maker of all. I see
      room for the Lamb to do the will of the one who sent the Lamb. I see
      room for work that reconciles the below to the above. I see 
      a gap to be filled. And how great the cry must be
      to He-who-provides, from where they are! Oh, to imagine
      the saltiness that remains on their hearts after their tears
      have dried! To borrow an expression
      from the one and only Teacher, 
      if this happens in the green, what more in the dry!
    </p>
    <p><i>Mysterious marks that look like armies or soldiers
      </i>
    </p>
    <p>Where G!D has sent me to is where wild people
      have the comfort of their shelters and women, and yet
      bake bread that leaves people half-hungry after they eat it.
      Not a joyous effort at all, are all these plucking of nostril-hairs,
      and turning to the direction where the sun sets. To the extent
      that they have turned the commandments of G!D to suit the desires
      of their hearts, they are all alike, regardless of their
      positions in society, gender identity, sexual identity, and
      the number of years that they have lived (or the number
      of wrinkles
      on their fore-head). And these are people who are made
      in the likeness of their Maker! How outrageous! I am
      greatly anxious and distressed for these people whom
      G!D offers His covenant to. My lowly heart is beset with
      with unexpressed emotions, as if my heart were in a sealed
      jar that is becoming a little too cramped, or as if the heat
      of summer had been poured into a drink that leaves me burning
      upon consumption. Oh, to whom shall I turn the ancient
      trees and mountains of my soul towards: G!D who clothes me,
      or those whom G!D has destroyed since long ago in plagues
      and floods and earthquakes that only those who are like Noah
      can be spared from? Who am I to model myself after? Or who
      am I to speak up for? Or rest my weary soul against? O! How
      I have spent nights sitting, by my lonesome, under the shifts
      and changes of the moon, wishing to be with You, enjoying
      the lush abundance of what G!D provides in his covenant with
      an oppressed, persecuted and doomed one such as myself!
      O, Jehovah!
    </p>
    <p>oh, in the heat of the day, I have felt humiliation.
      我受到委屈了，日记。想像在十字架（或者，树）上，
    耶稣叫喊：【阿爸，父亲！为什么你放弃了我？】我认为
    生活是值得的，感到幸福，是他的牺牲，让我有
    改变和希望。他的名字，耶稣。</p>
    <p>晚安
    </p>
    <p><i>marks that I cannot understand now,
      but will come to understand afterward, if
      G!D is willing. :-)
      </i>
    </p>
    <p>阿们
      </p>
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<div id="quattro">
  <p>Dear Diary,
    Strangled and a-ware / 
    I comb fingers in-to ash /
    as I dis-ap-pear
    <br/><br/>
    They fold the-ir hands /
    As they sit a-cross from me /
    How do I praise G!d
    <br/><br/>
    They came on a day /
    When it was cold and wind-less /
    They came suddenly
    <br/>
    <br/>
    Tiles and small stock-piles /
    Bring on a cas-cade of fear /
    and the stop in me
    <br/>
    <br/>
    They pushed some bis-cuit /
    and mix-ture to me at tea /
    They shan't break my fast!
    <br/>
    <br/>
    On a ce-real crack /
    The rai-sin traced me as best /
    as a dry <strike>hump</strike>lump
    can
    <br/><br/>
    The wild crane stands fast /
    A-mong te rol-ling grass field /
    As he jour-neys past
    <br/><br/>
    They are in a war /
    They are wield-ing seen weapons /
    But we, un-seen, win
    <br/><br/>
    They are in a war /
    They are seen wielding weapons /
    But we win, unseen
    <br/><br/>
    To make a dam burst /
    It is im-por-tant to risk /
    Flood-ing the ri-ver
    <br/><br/>
    How many swallows /
    Follow the si-lence as well /
    As a stag-nant pond?
    <br/><br/>
    How many swallows follow the 
    selection of an old 
    stagnant 
    pond?
    <br/><br/>
    Day comes and night goes /
    Silk-i-ly e-nough on wings /
    of a red fea-ther
    <br/><br/>
    The bumblebee flies /
    Listening to the sounds of snorts /
    and grumbling hammers
    <br/><br/>
    <i>from the writer: Lest they
      tramply on them, and then turn
      and attack you, do not set 
      your pearls before swine.'
      (hur-hur-huk) (laughing)
      This is from Scriptures. 
    </i>
    The bumblebee flies /
    But tastes its own honey in /
    no such haste as Man
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    <br/>
    On the equator
    / of a rectangle that curls 
    / up leaving I
    <strike>you</strike>,
    me
  <br/><br/>
    Isn't it curious?
    In between the lines the bird /
    Makes its victory
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  <div id="five">
  
  <p>
Dear Diary,
    How are you? May peace be with you
    in the name of the Lord Christ Jesus.
</p>
  <p>If I had a wing / I would not flap but / boldly cover me
  </p>
  <p>
  <i>from the writer: If G[!]d had a wing / would He use it
    to carry / The sound of the trees
    </i>
  </p>
  <p>
    Am I so vulnerable
    <br/><br/>
    <i>from the writer: 'With gladness I boast about thorn
      in flesh (that was given to me to torment me, and to keep
      me from being proud - a messenger of the one who calls himself
      the Angel of Light), delight in weaknesses, and gladly boast
      about troubles, persecutions, oppression from people unknown
      and known to me, hardships, emotional turns and swoops and 
      flights, tribulations, for the sake of the One with the Name
      (Christ).' (from Scriptures)
    </i>
    <br/><br/>
    Am I so vulnerable that a[n] offer of a mixture is
    deceiving
    and
    tempting? Are you?
    They have familiarity with toxins. It's so embittering,
    disappointing and upsetting! Oh!
  </p>
  <p>from the writer: 'Remorseful, huh. Regrets? Or not? For the sake
    of the Christ, huh. The Anointed One who calls himself the 
    son of Man. "Three times I asked the Lord to remove it
    from me. What? The thing causing (me) pain. The thorn in flesh.
    He said: My grace is sufficient for you. Good enough. Enough for
    you, my grace is. My power is greatest in weakness. 
    (as has been recorded in Scriptures) 
    "'</p>
  </p>
  <p>On the day of the Sabbath, Shaddai settles into his [or His]
    resting place after his work of the Creation.
  </p>
  <p>The awesome G!d is with you, Diary, and He will 
    <strike>peso</strike> personally go ahead of you before them.
  </p>
  <p>
    Oh, such mercy, as Pope Francis said: so much mercy, especially
    for confessors!
    <p>G!d sent four former high school
  </p>
  <p><i>from the writer: (laughing) hur-hur-hur-hur. Four... form.. er...
    form-er... four.. form... four... for... It's too funny! :-D ^.^ (still
    laughing) ha- G!D is better comedian than I am :-D Thanks, Daddy :-) ^.^
    >.<
    </i>
  </p>
    <p>
    G!d sent four former high school friends to me in the evening.
      When I looked on the gifts which one brought to me, I saw the
      words: 'When you only see one set of footprints in
      the sand, it is because I was carrying you.' That was awesome!
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  <p>
    Scripture says that you ought to
    say, 'If this is G!d's will, we will
    live and also do this or that,' instead
    of boasting that tomorrow you will
    go to this or that city, live there for
    a few years and make a profit. This is a 
    reminder from G!d to me about my limits
    and capabilities.
    </p>
  <p>You are <strike>like</strike> an open
    book, Diary, and I trust G!d will involve 
    you in his [or His]
    plan as he [or He] sees fit.
  </p>
  <p>
    I received many blessings from the Father
    today. I am especially grateful as I had prayed
    to die, earlier.
  </p>
  <p>G!d is telling me that there is more
    to me that he sees, other than what I see[,] and what they see.
    The word of G!d is a lamp unto thy path[,] and a 
    light unto thy feet.
    <strike>(Psalms</strike>
    The context is the words I saw earlier in a [']Christian[']
    publication, on the trees and tents that G!d sees in a group
    of wanderers and ex-slaves.
  </p>
  <p>
    They call for bed-time / <br/>
    On a summer night in trop-ics / <br/>
    What a silent moon!
  </p>
  <p><i>
    From the writer: they call for bed-time / on a Sabbath that Lord rules /
    how patient Lord is!
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