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The Finnish word sisu has many shades of meaning in English. Grit, perseverance and resilience are all shades of meaning but do any of it touch the nerve of being? Alas, no. Such are words and let me see what it means to you and me. It is to see your wallet bare and that takes grit to tighten the belt and cancel the grocery list for the week. You preserve in your indigence and there comes a time when your deprivation has smoothed the dog-ears of want and you can even a joke at ‘being too much in a want to want anything particularly’. It is in extremis. But that will do nicely. Ah then you have learnt the word ‘sisu’ for the kingdom come. Adios amigos! (Ack: Tim Lomas Positive Lexicography Project)

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Iktsuarpok (Inuit) – In Greenland when the bears walk and as I set the lines for trouts to bite I am living the word. But to my friends in Idbil or Astana it is like like going to the market place on a Friday. You know something is to happen and a death wish or ‘knowing your ‘karma’. To my friends in the atoll Pago-Pago it is the feeling you get when TV news cover the polar caps have melted and even when you turn in for the night you don’t know what the morning may bring.

  • Iktsuarpok (Inuit) – the anticipation one feels when waiting for someone, whereby one keeps going outside to check if they have arrived

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The fat cats came at a price. They did not steal outright; nor will as doctors  kill their patients with malpractice. Social conscience of GOP said the existing affordable health care did not go far enough. So Government of Peddlers stretched healthcare of the vulnerable section but the expensive medical prescription made it worse. In the end the Great Swamp sent Dr. Fat Cat to sell Affordable Health Care to the sick hens where ever they were to be found.  He came to a barn where a sick hen was left to die.

The fat cat said, ” My my, a hen that is healthy makes the nation and Col. Sanders happy!”

The hen would not be drawn in. Then the cat said, “Affordable Health Care.”

Oh the hen shot up at that instant. She was so flustered that the cat could imagine chicken nuggets by buckets. The cat explained the hens were true patriots since they lay eggs, and a sick hen merely skirted the issue of serving the nation. ”

“But I am poor!” the hen cackled in frustration. “No matter,” when I treat your case the nation shall have something to celebrate.” Instantly the hen got up ruffled her feathers and took off.

Amazed the cat said,”I never knew you could fly?”

“When fat cats take to treat the poor it is time I showed some tricks that you never thought as possible.”

The cat could only say, “By St.Vlad*  the hen is only good for deep fryin!”

*St.Vlad is revered across the world. All oligarchs when they steal they need a patron saint. It makes their fat seem patriotic, puttin’ it mildly.


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(Here I am posting an excerpt from my third book which is under way. In two months I hope to complete the first draft-b)

Kingdom of God



“The Lord hath prepared his throne in the heavens; and his kingdom ruleth over all (Ps.103:19)”


‘The Lord hath prepared his throne…’ The expression ‘his throne in the heavens’ is not as simple as it would seem. Heaven itself is his throne. This is what we read in the book of Isaiah, ‘Heaven is my throne…(Is.66:1-NIV).’ A question arises then as to why mention a throne at all? The most satisfactory explanation would be that King David predicted it as a throne of Judgment as distinct from his habitation. “And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away…(Re.20:11)” When we study the Word we find several instances in which the Spirit isolates a specific object from the whole, like a tissue sample as it were, and gives it certain treatment in order to explain spiritual commentary on the whole. Adam and Eve in the Garden is one; another instance is the collapse of the building project on the plains of Shinar, which is called the Tower of Babel. The Spirit first reveals physical lineaments be it a garden or a ziggurat in order to enlighten us the underlying spiritual aspects of each in relation to the whole. Firstly we need approach it as a specific feature say the Garden of Eden and as such it is representational in nature. Secondly wherever the Spirit gives physical objects his focus there shall also be a spiritual basis found. Consequently the episode of Adam and Eve represents mankind elsewhere. Their fall has a spiritual basis and it makes the whole culpable as well; similarly the wellspring of pride, the motivating factor in the undertaking of such gigantic scale can be traced to the revolt of angels who left their first estate. The Spirit while casting light on events occurring on the earth switches to heaven. When such shunting occurs repeatedly we need understand the intent of the Spirit.

In order to get the best of our study from the book of Revelation we need to understand this principle of inversion. This is drawn from music: the process of reversing the relative positions of the notes of a musical interval, chord, or phrase. In another book we had explained inversion in a mode, an example for which we have this quote from our Lord Jesus Christ. “So the last will be first, and the first will be last (Mt.20:16-NIV).” Spirit bases it in on a well-established principle in that man who relies on his own wisdom resists the wisdom from above which is free. Before God he is last in estimation. All honour and glory be to God, Amen. The Spirit organizes the narrative therefore according to the mind of God and in the manner the Son of man fulfilled it. The theological term of emptying process ‘kenosis’ by which God the Son became flesh is but an example.


Coming back to the key verse the throne is an inversion of the whole heavens. The spiritual significance therefore is not in the throne itself but as a symbol for the sovereignty of God. As the sweet psalmist of Israel writes, ‘his kingdom ruleth over all.’

From the creation account to the last book the Spirit belabours this truth for our understanding. Take for example the dream of Nebuchadnezzar: the stone that smote the image became a great mountain and filled the whole earth (Dan.2:35). Physical objects like rock or throne in the Spirit’s usage carries spiritual significance as well. Jesus Christ is the spiritual rock; he proved to be the stone of stumbling for his nation; and he also is the rock upon which his church is being founded. And this foundation is in heaven. In the book of Daniel the rock represents the kingdom of his dear Son that fills the earth (Col.1:13). If articles double for spiritual counterweight what we are to make of the vision of the seven golden lampstands? The Spirit in setting forth the testimony of Jesus Christ elucidates the mystery of the stars in his hand and the lampstand as follows, “The seven stars are the angels of the seven churches…(Re.1:20). Churches are watched over by angels; so are kingdoms of the earth. If such angels are pressed in service for the Lord God it is equally conceivable that cohorts of Satan shall work behind the kingdoms of the earth where God is not worshiped. In the book of Daniel we read that ‘the prince of the kingdom of Persia withstood me …but lo, Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me…(Dan.10:13) If the heaven represents throne of God and the earth his foot stool what are these angels but under the sovereignty of God? We shall come to it by and by.

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Samuel Foote(1720-1777) wit
Dear Son,
I am in prison for debt; come and assist your loving mother.-E. Foote

Dear Mother,
So am I; which prevents his loving duty being paid to his loving mother.-Your affectionate son.
Samuel Foote
P.S_ I have sent my attorney to assist you; in the mean time let us hope for better days.

Living too well on oysters wine and roses is as bad as having to gnaw at the bones since dog of my Lord Hi-n-Mighty has got marrow.

But at what cost is to bay at the moon of one percenters while worms are frisky and waiting to be had, and the apple is within reach?
John Ruskin (1819-1900)

John Ruskin once received a request for donation to pay off the mortgage of the Duke Street Chapel and I have given here below an excerpt of his reply. It would seem he was addressing our present world; and for those who want buy now and pay later it may even be an eye opener!
Brentwood, 19 May,1886,
I am scornfully amused at your appeal to me, of all people in the world the precisely least like to give you a farthing! My first word to all men and boys to hear me is”Don’t get into debt. Starve and go to heaven-but don’t borrow. Try first begging_ I don’t mind if it’s really needful_stealing!. But don’t buy things you can’t pay for!”….
Isn’t it surprising how what we hold up as a virtue and a proof of a solid character is chipped away so slowly that none notices the enervation of personal values? In his essay ‘Unto This Last’ Ruskin wrote ‘There is no wealth but life.’
Dulled senses of a person who has chased a mirage at the cost of his or her personal values,-character, take the place as a slave driver. No pity or no worthwhile example but the constant goading the person to acquire branded items that he or she doesn’t really need. The victim scarcely notices what is branded right through the flesh to the spirit.

Moral: Virtues of one Age are the vices of another. Capitalism invented mass consumerism and made the bible for the lost and the damned. One only needs to see the mess we are all in.


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There was once an aged king who had an only son. One day he called the prince to him and said: “Now before I die I should like to see you happily married. Get you a wife, my son.”The son seemed to be not so keen but his royal sire pressed him a key to a chamber in the palace and report back. Thus the son went to a part for so long neglected and he climber to an upper chamber where some 12 alcoves were seen. In each stood statues of princess whose cold beauty did not interest him. Before returning he saw one alcove draped over. His curiosity aroused, he parted the curtain.

H saw a princess deathly pale and trembling, who only said, “Will you not save me? Oh prince You have it in you!” With wan smile she drew out a rose from her bodice and after dropping it she disappeared.

He was intrigued and he picked up the flower. He smelled it tenderly and he was determined to leave no stone unturned in order to possess her. He went down to his father and said all that he saw. He declared, “Father I found my princess! No other will do!”Of course he did not tell the token of love in the form of a rose.

The king trembled. “My son,” he said, “you did ill to uncover what was covered and in declaring this, your choice, you have exposed yourself to a great danger. This maiden is in the power of a black magician who holds her captive in an iron castle. Of all who have gone to rescue her not one has ever returned. However, what’s done is done and you have given your word. Go, then, try what fortune has in store for you, and may Heaven bring you back safe and sound.”

So the prince bade his father farewell, and when his father kissed him tenderly he trembled, “I smell death!” Are you sure that you did not pick anything when I sent to the tower?” Unable to tell a lie he was also loath to turn back from his resolution. So quickly he mounted his horse, and rode forth to find his bride. His first adventure was to lose his way in a deep forest. He wandered about some time not knowing where to turn when suddenly he was hailed from behind with these words: “Hey, there, master, wait a minute!”

He looked around and saw a tall man running toward him.

“Take me into your service, master,” the tall man said. “If you do you won’t regret it.”

“What is your name,” the prince asked, “and what can you do?”

“People call me Longshanks because I can stretch myself out. I’ll show you. Do you see a bird’s nest in the top of that tall fir? I’ll get it down for you and not by climbing the tree either.”

That is not what I am after, the prince said and walked on with his hand easy on the reins of his horse..

Longshanks said, “very well. We are trapped in a tangle of mazes aand shall not ever get out.” Noticing interest he took prince and stretched himself to a mile or so, an the prince could have a bird’s eye view. The prince from up could plan their way out. Thus they came out to the rim where a deep valley began. As the prince wondered how to manage Longshanks said, “There comes my friend Girth.”

The new man was heavily built and round as a barrel.

“Who are you?” the prince asked. “And what can you do?”

“I am called Girth,” the man said. “I can widen myself.” I am a battering ram and as well spin as a top. In the village I come from I make cheese by wading into tanks filled with milk…” Suddenly he stopped short saying, ‘I sometimes shoot my mouth…’

“Let me see you do it,” the prince said.

“Very well, master,” said Girth, beginning to puff out, “I will. But take care! Hold on to me tight while I just let myself roll. The prince did not let go of the coat tails of Girth who rolled himself like a top and before the prince could catch his breath they were on the plains. Langshanks caught up with them and the prince’s horse in tow.

“You made me spin like a top!” the prince said. “I tell you I don’t meet a fellow like you every day! By all means join me.”

They went across the plain and as they neared the rocks they met a man whose eyes were bandaged with a handkerchief.

“Master,” said Longshanks, “there is my other comrade. Take him into your service, too, and I can tell you you won’t regret the bread he eats.”

“Who are you?” the prince asked. “And why do you keep your eyes bandaged? You can’t see where you’re going.”

“On the contrary, master, it is just because I see too well that I have to bandage my eyes. With bandaged eyes I see as well as other people whose eyes are uncovered. When I take the handkerchief off, my sight is so keen it goes straight through everything. When I look at anything intently it catches fire, and if it can’t burn, it crumbles to pieces. On account of my sight I’m called Keen.”

He untied the handkerchief, turned to one of the rocks opposite, and gazed at it with glowing eyes. Soon the rock began to crumble and fall to pieces. In a few moments it was reduced to a heap of sand. In the sand something gleamed like fire. Keen picked it up and handed it to the prince. It was a lump of pure gold.

“Ha, ha!” said the prince. “You are a fine fellow and worth more than wages! I should be a fool not to take you into my service. Since you have such keen eyes, look and tell me how much farther it is to the Iron Castle and what is happening there now.”

“If you rode there alone,” Keen answered, “you might get there within a year, but with us to help you, you will arrive this very day. Our coming is not unexpected, either, for at this very moment they are preparing supper for us.”

“What is the captive princess doing?”

“She is sitting in a high tower behind an iron grating. The magician stands on guard.”

“If you are real men,” the prince cried, “you will all help me to free her.” They agreed.

By late afternoon they had crossed the last mountain, and saw looming up ahead of them the Iron Castle. Just as the sun sank the prince and his followers crossed the drawbridge and entered the courtyard gate. Instantly the drawbridge lifted and the gate clanged shut.

They went through the courtyard and the prince put his horse in the stable, where he found a place all in readiness. Then the four of them marched boldly into the castle.

Everywhere—in the courtyard, in the stables, and now in the various rooms of the castle—they saw great numbers of richly clad men all of whom, masters and servants alike, had been turned to stone. They went on from one room to another until they reached the banquet hall. This was brilliantly lighted and the table, with food and drink in abundance, was set for four persons. They waited, expecting some one to appear, but no one came. At last, overpowered by hunger, they sat down and ate and drank most heartily.

After supper they began to look about for a place to sleep. It was then without warning that the doors burst open and the magician appeared. He was a bent old man with a bald head and a gray beard that reached to his knees. He led in a beautiful lady dressed in white with a silver girdle and a crown of pearls. Her face was deathly pale and as sad as the grave. The prince recognized her instantly and sprang forward to meet her. Before he could speak, the magician raised his hand and said:

“I know why you have come. It is to carry off this princess. She always brings captives by droves. Very well, take her on one condition. Here is a rusty wheel something similar to oil press. You must spin it in a steady tempo. Alas no one has spun it so fast.” The prince would not agree till he knew where they stood. “Aw come on, you shall see soon enough.” The prince motioned Girth who began feeling the wheel that was heavy. Finally he made the wheel spinning so fast and furious,  and the magician grinned and he jumped to a spot. To the amazement of all the magician was turning into gold! The magician laughed uproariously and said, “I got back by my youth and I claim the princess for myself!” It was a blood curdling scream. But Keen stepped forward even as the prince removed his bandage. He looked at the magician who was shrilling at the princess, ‘Where is the rose I left with you, Where is it?” Keen saw what was making him mad. In the golden body he had no heart. Meanwhile the prince took the rose out and Keen simply burned it to ashes. With a scream the magician simply collapsed like a slag. Nothing of gold but the spell was broken.

The knights who had been restored to life gathered in the hall to thank the prince for their deliverance. But the prince said to them: “You have nothing to thank me for. If it had not been for these, my three trusty servants, Longshanks, Girth, and Keen, I should have met the same fate as you.”

The prince set out at once on his journey home with his bride and his three serving men. When he reached home the old king, who had given him up for lost, wept for joy at his unexpected return.

All the knights whom the prince had rescued were invited to the wedding, which took place at once and lasted for three weeks. When it was over, Longshanks, Girth, and Keen presented themselves to the young king and told him that they were again going out into the world to look for work. The young king urged them to stay.

“I will give you everything you need as long as you live,” he promised them, “and you won’t have to exert yourselves at all.” But such an idle life was not to their liking. So they took their leave and started out again and to this day they are still knocking around somewhere.

When they were together the bride asked, “how did you know the rose was meant to break the power of the wicked magician?” He smiled and said, “Love knows much more than it can tell.”

Ack: CZECH Folk Tales:

Author: Parker Fillmore
Published: 1919
Publisher: The Quinn & Boden Company Rahway, N. J.


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