It's white out there in the woods...

George you had to live the life others were wise to fear.
Your in perfect position to understand "God's lathe"

It is not ourselves he is cutting from us.
It is the illusion of our selves that he peals like an onion
from within.

I could have this part wrong, but it seems to me that God always works from within.
(Let me know what you think?)
He also seems to prefer working with the very small.
At lest here on Earth.

Don't know what all those galaxies are about. But I do know they started out very small. Less than a pin point,
very small.":O}

it is In the track of his lathe, among the curlings and the dust that I find the work I am to do with others.
Which incidentally is a side gig to the work I must do upon my self.

The open wound attracts our attention right smartly does it not! ":O}

But those hellish dreams of a past enslavement
are being peeled from you from within you by the unseen hand.

At some point you asked him for help. When your pain increased you though he did not answer.
When the pain increase again you never felt so all alone.

But you weren't, or I would have never come into your life.
You weren't or you would be dead right now.

Think back, there was a moment of complete helplessness which seemed to stretch on forever.
Then without any move on your part there was a way for you to move out of hell and into recovery.
by full facing hell to be here with us now.

Few ever summon the resolve a junkie needs to step over hell and into freedom.
The courage to try and the resolve to accomplish it

These I see as the tracks his lathe left within you. Courage and resolve.

How fearful you were, how beyond any hope to become a drunk and a junkie.

These things were carved from you, an unseen hand took them from you layer by layer while you screamed your pain and fear and swore you would anything just to be delivered to normalcy.

Then one day you wern't, one find day you found yourself bloodied by the battle but standing victorious.

It is by running in those groves I try to lend you aid in your battle for your soul.
How does a junkie become a super hero enduring whatever pain he or she must, to once more be free.

How does a sinner become a saint?

"By grace alone are we saved"
I would only add:
By the grace of his lathe
The lathe that carvers the heavens of such expansive wonder
let you ride upon the wheel, let you spin before the blade.

And allowed you to begin to shape your eternal form from the Earthly form your were given
by Grace alone.

George let us be "at play in the fields of the Lord."

George posted:
"You really are the spiritual reminder around here. That's just fine, we need one!"

I just have a one track mind,

"Purity of heart means to will one thing."

I'm trying to will myself into purity.
But I'm getting no where
The wheel only spins at his command.
And for this we must wait.

It all depends upon where the answer takes me."}

Just Saturday I watch a film. In it, it was claimed that some 17 different southeast Asian countries all share
An Island for prison internment...I wonder now if that's true.

I have to spell my username differently when my usual one is already taken.

I mostly use Twitch to see what games are popular, to watch an expert so I can learn something, or just watch someone who is entertaining.

Don't bother live streaming all that much because no one watches me!

The photo is this place:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vuosaari

Changed quite a lot since I lived there. It used to be cheap, but now it's more a bit more upmarket plus they extended the metro there which makes it more desirable than it was.

I rented a friend's apartment while they were away studying. That building was built in the 1950s during the Cold War and had a basement complete with a big bunker door, in case of nuclear fallout.

These nuclear bunkers in residential buildings double up as storage and have the communal sauna, laundry and so on.

I do! I watch you everywhere you go...or did that slip you mind? ":O}