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Inspiration follows aspiration.
Lord, who art always the same, give that I know myself, give that I know Thee.
To know an other's interior life you are his confessor or a writer - the one is admitted freely, the other intrudes by discerning of spirits
The manuscript may go forth from the writer to return with a faithfulness passing the faithfulness of the boomerang or the homing pigeon.
Lord, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love, with all my heart. With all my heart.
Roll your works upon the Lord [commit and trust them wholly to Him; He will cause your thoughts to become agreeable to His will, and] so shall your plans be established and succeed.
Our horizon is the creation of a noble society to which, like the medieval builder of those glorious cathedrals, you will have added your conception, your artful piece of stone.
When I pass a judgment about something, I am injecting
Dedication is writing your name on the botoom of a blank sheet of paper and handling it to the Lord for Him to fill in
Writers were blessed stenographers taking divine dictation.
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.
When we submit to God's plans, we can trust our desires. Our assignment is found at the intersection of God's plan and our pleasures.
Everyone who has ever written will have discovered that writing always awakens something which, though it lay within us, we failed clearly to recognize before.
The more I anoint the more my mind adheres physically to the mysterious fabric of love.
I am decutie. Worn thin. You know that word?
It is with pleasure I receive reproof, when reproof is due, because no person can be readier to accuse me, than I am to acknowledge an error, when I am guilty of one; nor more desirous of atoning for a crime, when I am sensible of having committed it.
I have often felt a motion of love to leave some hints in writing of my experience of the goodness of God, and now, in the thirty-sixth year of my age, I begin this work.
God accentuate our mind with exact words to write.
When we write we begin to taste the texture of our own mind
I trust my points are noted ... Very noted ... Received, recognized, and duly considered with the utmost gravity. Sealed, notarized, and firmly imprinted upon my rational essence.
Words? I tell you not to write me letters; I command you. Is it not enough to want you so in vain, but you send me what evokes you here before me
this paper, all along whose lines your hand has lain?
I want you to use me to create a Confessor.
You are committed to what you confess.
God, on the other side of my table, composes His book whose smoke envelops me: for the flame of my candle is His pen.
The author of what I describe is not myself, it is the Other. First of all it is you, it is the woman, it is the queen, it is the Child, it is a person who is greater than I and who surpasses you as well, whom you do not know. I am your scribe.
We like so much to talk of ourselves that we are never weary of those private interviews with a lover during the course of whole years, and for the same reason the devout like to spend much time with their confessor; it is the pleasure of talking of themselves, even though it be to talk ill.
Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.
Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,- Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
Conscious auto-suggestion, made with confidence, faith, and perseverance realizes itself automatically, in all matters within reason.
Writing is an outward expression of instinctive insight that must be summoned from the vastly deep of our mysterious selves. Therefore, it cannot be taught; indeed, it cannot even be summoned; it can only be permitted.
What I gave out in the form of words would return to me as experiences.
[The sensate body possesses] an art of interrogating the sensible according to its own wishes, an inspired exegesis
Formative commendation to the author as an altar boy: "You're the only one we've got to anticipates what's coming.
It is not my deeds that I write down, it is myself, my essence.
What you give, you become.
What convinces is not necessarily true-it is merely convincing: a note for asses.
At last I understood that writing was this: an impulse to share with other people a feeling or truth that I myself had.
Our spoken word first hammers a thing desired into shape. Our continued spoken word brings this shaped substance forth and clothes it with a visible body.
I am my own secretary; I dictate, I compose, I copy all myself.
The inward sighs of humble penitence
Rise to the ear of Heaven, when peal'd hymns
Are scatter'd with the sounds of common air.
On a series of apparently tiresome, flat sittings seeming to lead nowhere - one day something happens, the touches seem to 'take', the deaf canvas listens, your words flow and you have done something.
May the Lord protect me as the world gets hectic. My voice projected, my life reflected.
These pages are not my confession; they're my definition. And I feel, as I begin to write it, that I can write it with some semblance of truth.
It is not without pleasure that i can tell my majestic colleagues who write for humanity, and in the name of humanity, that i have never written a single word other than for a selfish purpose; but at, each time, the work betrayed me and escaped from me
My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.
Man shall find his anchorage in self-recognition.
And the dreams of the devine will be captured in time, by our own reflections on paper."
Isaac Oosterloo. 2014
May the scribes record it.
Synchronicity is the soul's reminder of authorship.
I reread this letter several times. I could scarcely deny its authorship or its ugliness. All I could plead was that I had been its author then, but was not its author now. Indeed, I didn't recognise that part of myself from which the letter came. But perhaps this was simply further self-deception.
And it is also the only reward for my work: to feel what I have written is like the back of a cat as it is being petted, with sparks and an arching in cadence. (page 402)
She listened for the pain in my words, not to the narrative itself. She was intuiting what it meant to me, what was most important, what, in that confused mass of experience and yearning she heard in my voice, she could single out to give back.
O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read.
Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heaven.
Fasten and hold knowledge and then protect it." He was asked that how couldit be fastened, and he replied: "by writing and scribing it
The voice of a person thinking, discovering, revising, is ever-present without any loss in grace or ease.
Whatever I have given, I have gained.
dedication is consistency, consecration and separation
Ad astra per aspera, to the stars through adversity
Given in love. Defiled by remorse.
I am the servant of my score.
You listen to people, you listen so deeply that you can hear their past lives,
The crackle of their funeral pyres,
There is no form of conviction more intimate and irresistible than that which arises from the inward teaching of the Spirit.
Listening causes me to find the existence of truth behind the veil.
The second essential incarnational habit we hope to cultivate is simply listening. Listening is watching and sensitively responding to the unspoken and spoken needs of Sojourners in ways that demonstrate sincere interest.
It is as though he listened and such listening as his enfolds us in silence in which at last we begin to hear what we are meant to be.
A lecture has been well described as the process whereby the notes of the teacher become the notes of the student without passing through the mind of either.
To ACCEND (ACCE'ND) v.a.[accendo, Lat.]To kindle, to set on fire; a word very rarely used. Our devotion, if sufficiently accended, would, as theirs, burn up innumerable books of this sort.Decay of Piety.
He that writes to himself writes to an eternal public.
If you submit to your gift, you will become known and influential
Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body.
Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
Assent was indignant & universal
Affirmation: My Father/Mother God is embracing me and holding me so tightly that nothing can stop nor touch me.
Immersed in surrender and gratitude, celestial pearls of wisdom form rosaries of prayer that entangle with my soul.
Even when not in the act of writing Muscatine a letter, I was often composing one in my mind, situating the words just so, plunking one here, then one there, gauging how to sound worthy of his regard.
Everything that I have known
You'll write to me to remind
Me of, and likewise I shall do
The whole past I'll recount to you
As I believe - I am, I can, I know.-- Lorii Myers
There is no flattery so adroit or effectual as that of implicit assent.
receptiveness which promises a revolution both in philosophical and in religious thinking; here they are filtering in through many indirect influences, there slowly pouring through direct and open channels. There is hardly a
Sow a thought, reap an action;
I commit my life to listening to my own heart and soul.
The blessings we evoke for another descend upon ourselves.
As we write, so we build: to keep a record of what matters to us.
When I write, I solemnly visit myself.
As apprehended by those
Written words are divine footprints on earth.
I loaf and invite my soul.
Now we are not merely to stick knowledge on to the soul: we must incorporate it into her; the soul should not be sprinkled with knowledge but steeped in it.
Be attentive to the voice of grace.
Thou gavest; and to my nurses willingly to give me what Thou gavest them. For they, with a heaven-taught affection, willingly gave me what they abounded with from Thee.
Clothe yourself with wisdom like a robe, put knowledge upon you like a crown, and be seated upon the throne of perception.'90
If we reflect, we shall recognize.
To write is to make oneself the echo of what cannot cease speaking - and since it cannot, in order to become its echo I have, in a way, to silence it. I bring to this incessant speech the decisiveness, the authority of my own silence.
As you learn to trust me, as you give yourself to me, so will I learn to trust you, and give you myself.
When you are instructed by affliction, you can become a comforter to the afflicted.
An all-too-familiar ache rises in my chest as I settle onto my throne. I do my best to keep composed, quiet, and dutiful. Loyal to my blood. It's all I know.
There is no other possibility for possessing certitude with regard to one's life apart from self-abandonmen t, in a continuous crescendo, into the hands of a love that seems to grow constantly because it has its origin in God.
I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.
raise the affections of my hearers as high as I possibly can, provided they are affected with nothing but truth, and with affections that are not disagreeable to the nature of what they are affected with."1
The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.