Code breaking from my Telegram channel , where it goes to 11. A thread in answer to the question, “ What to do with this ‘white supremacy’ we see everywhere? ” Fight the Dragon. Join my Telegram channel: https://t.me/fencingbearatprayer . If you came here from Telegram, you will find backstory on my battle with the Dragon in the archives ! Advanced Dragon training is ongoing in the Dragon Common Room .
A little test. Non sine sole iris. And a great sign appeared in heaven: A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. —Revelation 12:1 And the woman was clothed round about with purple and scarlet, and gilt with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand, full of the abomination and filthiness of her fornication. —Revelation 17:4 THERE IS NO RAINBOW WITHOUT THE SUN. Let Israel weepe, the house of Iacob mourne, Syon is fallne, and Iudah left forlorne, The Hill of Hermon drops no precious oyle, Nor fruitfull Bashan , from his fartest soile, But Dauids throne has all his beautie lost, So farre admit’d through euery forreine coast. The Paradice and Eden of our Land Planted and kept by GODS Almightie Hand: —John Lane, An elegie vpon the death of the high and renowned princesse, our late Soueraigne Elizabeth (1603) Images: Virgin of Guadalupe (ca. 1700); Rainbow Portrait of Queen Elizabeth I Discuss on
Sugar is a drug. This observation will not come as news to long-time readers of this blog. I used to harp on it regularly , back in the day when I discovered Atkins and was cutting the carbs to lose weight . I can happily report that I have kept myself on a relatively low-carb diet since (ten years, woohoo!), but this past year and half were challenging, especially the six weeks in autumn 2020 that I spent with my mother while my step-father was dying. The house was full of cookies and chocolates and more cookies made by her friends from church, and I ate all of them. I tried resisting, but it just didn’t seem worth it. My step-father was dying; my brother and I were there to comfort our mother; and resisting the sugar seemed so pointless. Why not give in and get fat? Except that somehow I knew, deep down, it wasn’t about getting fat. It was about feeding the demons. Have I told you about the year I spent eating frozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts when I was in elementary school
It's possible that I may be trying to do too much. I finished the draft of chapter 3 a little under two weeks ago, a week or two before (back in January) I had thought I would, after which I launched myself into reading Richard of St. Laurent's 840-page (ed. A. Borgnet, 1898) tome on the praises of the Virgin Mary . In Latin. I've read long books in Latin before, but never, I have to confess, one quite this long. The Latin is fairly easy, but even so, by the end of my Brief, Regular Sessions for the day, my head is quite figuratively spinning. And I mean that literally. Sort of.* But I want to finish reading the book as soon as I can so that I can get back to writing again. Before it gets too late. Before I run out of time and my leave comes to an end. (Still six months away, but the pages are flying off the calendar....) I would read faster if I could. Thanks to all the work I've done the past two years on my translation, mirabile dictu , my Latin se