Dragons do not have to be evil. They can represent one's true soul. For instance, what is the desire of your heart? Are you listening to it, or trying to suppress it like Lewis did?
03 February 2012
06 January 2012
You are important
Have you decided that you are not important?
"Sure," you say, but not in a convincing voice, "I'm important."
"That answer is not good enough," Sir Thomas Forschwynn, the Bard of Bardia says. "Your life's story is part of a terrible war. The war's about your folks and anybody that'll be devastated if Saoma [Satan] - yes he is real - gets his way. Tell me again, are you integrally important in his war?"
You think, Me important? Har! but you think you should bluster and say what they want to hear. However, a gentle nudging in the back of your mind makes you sweat. You don't want to admit the truth.
Finally, you say, with your throat all knotted up, "Ever see a cockroach? I'm a stinking vermin. I've wanted to somehow atone for what I've done." The truth comes gushing out, "I don't have any amazing talent like you or any secret formula to make people want me."
Sir Thomas says, "You admit one truth but not the other." He angrily slaps the table and yells, "Keep talking. Who ARE you?"
Immediately a long-hidden insight gushes out from your deep places. You struggle to push it back, but words and sobs break through. "I'm a small red ruby. Not the biggest jewel nor the brightest, but still one of the adornments that beautify God."
You are important.
(pp.439-40)
"Sure," you say, but not in a convincing voice, "I'm important."
"That answer is not good enough," Sir Thomas Forschwynn, the Bard of Bardia says. "Your life's story is part of a terrible war. The war's about your folks and anybody that'll be devastated if Saoma [Satan] - yes he is real - gets his way. Tell me again, are you integrally important in his war?"
You think, Me important? Har! but you think you should bluster and say what they want to hear. However, a gentle nudging in the back of your mind makes you sweat. You don't want to admit the truth.
Finally, you say, with your throat all knotted up, "Ever see a cockroach? I'm a stinking vermin. I've wanted to somehow atone for what I've done." The truth comes gushing out, "I don't have any amazing talent like you or any secret formula to make people want me."
Sir Thomas says, "You admit one truth but not the other." He angrily slaps the table and yells, "Keep talking. Who ARE you?"
Immediately a long-hidden insight gushes out from your deep places. You struggle to push it back, but words and sobs break through. "I'm a small red ruby. Not the biggest jewel nor the brightest, but still one of the adornments that beautify God."
You are important.
(pp.439-40)
07 December 2011
Weird Game
Normally, I don't hold with lying. However, I can see a scenario when it's truly necessary to save a life in the presence of an enemy.
Gracie gets into that situation. Her friend Mark is captured and accused of being a spy. He also really is a spy. What can she say that won't get him killed?
At first, Gracie's throat went dry. All of the Lanthran language she knew ran out of her mind like a dog bounding through an open door. There seemed to be a boulder in her chest, keeping her from breathing.
His hand tightening, the colonel demanded in a low, dangerous voice, "Little girl, what do you know about this man?"
. . . Gracie thought, How would Lewis have handled this situation? She knew, smart, complex Lewis would play chess with the colonel. Very well, she would play chess, too.
Gracie found she had control over her mouth again and could speak. Every word from here on was a lie, her own contribution to this weird game. In a barely audible voice, she moved her pawn. (pp. 368-69)
Go, Gracie! Brave girl!
Gracie gets into that situation. Her friend Mark is captured and accused of being a spy. He also really is a spy. What can she say that won't get him killed?
At first, Gracie's throat went dry. All of the Lanthran language she knew ran out of her mind like a dog bounding through an open door. There seemed to be a boulder in her chest, keeping her from breathing.
His hand tightening, the colonel demanded in a low, dangerous voice, "Little girl, what do you know about this man?"
. . . Gracie thought, How would Lewis have handled this situation? She knew, smart, complex Lewis would play chess with the colonel. Very well, she would play chess, too.
Gracie found she had control over her mouth again and could speak. Every word from here on was a lie, her own contribution to this weird game. In a barely audible voice, she moved her pawn. (pp. 368-69)
Go, Gracie! Brave girl!
30 November 2011
Siding with your abuser
Have you ever taken sides with an enemy with (what you think) is a noble purpose? That is, you think you can save somebody if you just go along with the abuser in your life? That's the mistake Lewis made; that's the mistake a lot of us make. Sometimes we don't have any other choice!
Lewis knew what was going to happen and what he should do. I'll go to Moorway. I'll join the Horned Edge. I'll excel and earn Charon's favor. And then - I'll take Barth's place at Lord Charon's right hand. And then - I'll rescue Patrick and Gracie and take us back to Earth. With one last flash of humor before switching sides, he labelled the moment of decision: "The Day I Became Anti-Matter."
After that, all humor was gone. He was no longer on the side of the angels, presuming that such entities existed. (p.318)
I highly recommend that you do NOT try to protect someone else by letting another person beat up on you. But I know that sometimes that appears to be the only choice at hand, and we just have to wait until a better choice opens up to us.
By the way, The Hot Marble is available on Kindle for only $2.99. Check it out.
Lewis knew what was going to happen and what he should do. I'll go to Moorway. I'll join the Horned Edge. I'll excel and earn Charon's favor. And then - I'll take Barth's place at Lord Charon's right hand. And then - I'll rescue Patrick and Gracie and take us back to Earth. With one last flash of humor before switching sides, he labelled the moment of decision: "The Day I Became Anti-Matter."
After that, all humor was gone. He was no longer on the side of the angels, presuming that such entities existed. (p.318)
I highly recommend that you do NOT try to protect someone else by letting another person beat up on you. But I know that sometimes that appears to be the only choice at hand, and we just have to wait until a better choice opens up to us.
By the way, The Hot Marble is available on Kindle for only $2.99. Check it out.
23 November 2011
Fat and Sexy
People in the USA are enculturated to believe that slender people are more sexy than fat people. But that is not the culture in some other countries, such as the Philippines. Also, even in the USA, some people prefer their fat cuddly teddy bear partners than the more bony type.
One of THE HOT MARBLE's characters and friend of main character Fred, Sir Thomas Forschwynn, the Bard of Bardia, prefers fat cuddly women.
His love "was taller than he was and almost as wide as she was tall. She had at least six chins sprouting long black hairs, and Fred saw a mustache under her pert little nose; yet she was somehow very pretty. Her body moved powerfully, yet with a feminine rhythm. Her blouse, with a scandalously low V-neck, complimented her giant bosom. . . . She gave Tom a long look, and Fred could swear that her brown eyes darkened with attraction and there was a slight, sensuous smile playing around her full lips.
He glanced at Tom to see if he had noticed, and to his amazement, the kid was responding in a way he would have never guessed. Tom's eyes grew soft when he looked back at the woman, and his voice sounded like music at a beautiful senorita's balcony . . .
One of THE HOT MARBLE's characters and friend of main character Fred, Sir Thomas Forschwynn, the Bard of Bardia, prefers fat cuddly women.
His love "was taller than he was and almost as wide as she was tall. She had at least six chins sprouting long black hairs, and Fred saw a mustache under her pert little nose; yet she was somehow very pretty. Her body moved powerfully, yet with a feminine rhythm. Her blouse, with a scandalously low V-neck, complimented her giant bosom. . . . She gave Tom a long look, and Fred could swear that her brown eyes darkened with attraction and there was a slight, sensuous smile playing around her full lips.
He glanced at Tom to see if he had noticed, and to his amazement, the kid was responding in a way he would have never guessed. Tom's eyes grew soft when he looked back at the woman, and his voice sounded like music at a beautiful senorita's balcony . . .
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