Contemplations: Volume II

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CONTEMPLATIONS: Volume II

 

Scribed by

FR. GRIFFITH OF GWYNON

 

HARREN’S FOLLY

1782

 

An icon depicting St. Julia in a westernized Magian style.

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O holy and most blessed Mother of Peace, who casted out the evil one from the tents of Ex. Horen, grant us now peace and safety. I ask thee for intercession unto ages of ages, for while we, the children of the Lord, are evil and cruel, you are kind and just. Guard our hearts now from the evil one and shine bright the glory of the Lord our God. Pray now that the children of the Lord may have life everlasting and forever be in His arms!

May you forever be blessed, o holy Mother of Peace!

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O holy Mother of Peace, do you weep for your children? I often think of my own son each and every day about how his life shall be one filled with duties, loyalties, and love- but also pain, suffering and grief- all of which I shall never see or know of. My heart weeps at the thought I am unable to be there for him always. His soul has ever been griefed by the woes of his mother and father, from sins we committed in our youth. Why must he suffer for my sin? He is a kind boy and one after the Lord’s own heart. He deserves not the life he was given like  beggars in the streets. Even still, he toils and slaves through this life, thinking not of the earthly pain he suffers, but of the heavenly joy he shall receive. I know he has faltered on his path to salvation, that I am sure of, for most men have stumbled and most men shall sin at least once in the eyes of the Lord. I ask that you may pray to the Lord that He has mercy on him and forgive him for whatever sin he has committed. I shall always love him I confess, no matter how much wickedness he has caused against the world and myself. He is my joy and my pride. Did you love your three sons even when they proved themselves to be wicked? Or do you favor your exalted spiritual children that you have raised up? Doubtless you loved them all equally, for you have shown a vast and immeasurable amount of love to all your children. I pray you love my child and myself equal to both your sons and your exalted spiritual sons. My son is far from me now, living in my homeland of Gwynon, and I write this to you that you may be there for him. Comfort him from any woe or pain he is afflicted with. Grant him peace everlasting in this life and in the next. Grant me also peace everlasting in this life and the next.

 

My heart is restless, for the end draws closer and closer for this life I live. I wish to be here as Griffith for the rest of eternity with my brothers, but I know this life shall pass from me soon. I grasp at every year I can take, knowing another year here is one I am able to be with friends and family. I wonder, is it better for the children of yours to die this young? We are relieved of the pains that come with this life we inhabit ever so shortly. We see the Lord within years of our birth for our years are numbered short and thus we see his glorious and shining face as soon as our short earthly life has ceased. We leave this world created by the aenguls and daemons to live in a world created by the Holy Immortal himself. O Mother, how I wish to see the Lord soon! But if it is better for us to die this young, how must the children of Malin suffer! To live hundreds of years in this wretched land must be agony and torture. They are forced to repent and repent unto ages of ages, never finding rest for their immortal toil and no reward. How much must they envy our bodies and our lives! To envy death itself! I have heard from a child of Malin, a friend of mine, how she wishes to grasp hold of her beloved for many years to come. She wishes to paint portraits of her beloved so she may remember them for all of her life. To her, a day spent without her beloved is a day wasted. And how could she think otherwise? If I was a child of Malin, I would do the same my holy Mother! To think my life shall not be but a footnote in hers. To think she may live for hundreds of years beyond me. When I shall pass, may you comfort her as well? Her prayers ascend everyday, do you see them? She is not a child of yours, but she weeps nonetheless.

 

Oh how the suffering caused by our sins created this great, inevitable. and tormenting pain. This loneliness enveloping all of those who are born because of the division we ourselves caused between the Lord and man. I have heard from my brother, a child of Malin and a priest of the Lord, about how he sees life as beautiful and glorious. How life is not lonely with the heavenly Church looking down upon us. Oh how I wish all the children of Malin to feel this way! I pray my eternal brother grieves not the life he loses when I shall pass, but is filled with glee about the time we spent together. I pray to you that I am made a saint, so that from the moment I pass, that I may be in constant communion with my brethren- with my priestly brother. To think now the saints and blessed are looking down upon me now brings me joy now. In time, I shall depart from this  life and see you. I wonder if my face that is ugly and ghastly shall be turned glorious. I wonder if I may help the children of the Lord as you have helped them and me so. Until that day, however, I shall pray to the Lord each and every day to have mercy on me and on all His children.

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Through the prayers and intercessions of the holy Exalted prophets, the Mother of Peace and of all Mankind, St. Jude of Petrus, St. Kristoff of Hanseti, and of all the saints, Lord have mercy on us and save us. Amen.

 

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[Lojo613 1882]

Dear God, please protect the kind heart that is Father Griffith. Such a man deserves not to suffer. 

[thesmellypocket 1859]

"Fear not, brother. Pray for the love of God and perseverance in it, and you will not be confounded in eternity," Pius counsels Griffith. "I would like you to meditate on how much God loves you."