The Lost Isle: February 2011

My Story

My Story:

After the illness and death of our only daughter, my husband and I decided to rent a boat and go sailing in the gulf of Mexico for a month. This is where, on New Year's Day 2005, we were caught in a storm, shipwrecked and my husband drowned. I have been on this island, which seems to be caught in some kind of portal or other dimension, ever since, free to explore philosophical and spiritual thoughts, yet physically unable to leave.

Other characters seem to be able to come and go as they please however, as I have met a few of them since being here. They visit me every once in awhile. Aquaman and Gypsy Queen were the first to appear. Gollum showed up after, then came El Alejandro and Stick-Paul, into whose dimension I was able to go a few hours before being pulled back to my island. More recently, Mr. Tumnus has been around.

Other than rare visits from these characters, I have the constant chattering of monkeys and sqawking of parrots to fill my days.

Every once in awhile, when the wind is just right, and I am able to power up the make-shift generator I made (I am handy aren't I?), charge my satelite phone, which has internet access (even out here), I am able to post a little something on my current life as a shipwrecked woman. Don't bother trying to rescue me just yet. I doubt you'd find me anyway. This seems to be one of those Bermuda Triangle things. I'm not sure I'm even in the same dimension anymore. But hey, the satelite phone still works, how cool is that?

Friday, February 18, 2011

Winter

I miss the winters of my youth - walking across a frozen river, building snowforts, roasting hotdogs over a fire in the snow...

Winter on my isle has no snow. It is mostly stormy and wet. This winter has been better though, slightly colder, but less stormy.

Gollum seems to be reverting somewhat to Smeagal. If only the influence of his "preciousssss" could let him go...

As a certain CS Lewis so wisely pointed out, a demon's best disguise is to cause people to believe they do not exist. A demon that "does not exist" is free to do as he wills. Many people no more take precautions against the dangers of demons than I take precautions against vampires. If only people knew that they are truely out there, "whispering" lies in the minds of you and me.

Thoughts are like e-mail. Some thoughts are good, some thoughts are put there by the Holy Spirit, your guardian angel, or a saint in Heaven. Some thoughts are your own. Some thoughts are just junk mail from beings who want to scam you. If a thought or an idea seems not quite right, it is always better to wonder where it came from...

Demons don't run around in the world in physical form like in Charmed or Supernatural. Oh no... they are much more subtle and intelligent than that...

The spiritual world is governed by thought. God thought up the world. Litterally. He thought the world into being. Everything is done by thought. All of a demon's work is done by thought. Demons influence humans through thought to do their evil work. People used to get this.

A person has a lot of time on their hands to think about these things when one is alone...