The day of Transfiguration had just passed. It was a good day to be on some mountain, looking up for a light. I couldn’t do it, though; I've spent my day in a hole, in darkness. Nevertheless, it never hurts to dream about light:
And why do we call it transfiguration? That's the question I’ve asked myself.
As the story went, Jesus took three of his best disciples (Peter, John, James), went to Mt. Hermon and there his countenance turned dazzling white; Moses and Elijah appeared before Him and paid Him homage; and Peter said... well, everyone knows the story .
You also probably know, that the Transfiguration of Jesus, like almost everything else in the New Testament, was preceded by Old Testament events - the transfiguration of Moses. Moses’ countenance irradiated bright light, when he went down from Mount Sinai. “The skin of his face shone because he had been speaking with the Lord.”.
“If only I had known what he would turn out to be,” said Henry Tandey, a British soldier of WWI, who had a chance to kill Adolph Hitler at the Battle of Marcoing.
According to Henry's account, he took aim but had a heart not to kill a wounded German soldier. “If I only had known what he would turn out to be. When I saw all the people, women and children he had killed and wounded, I was sorry to God to let him go.” 
I was patient and ignored all cognitive echoes which had happened to me since I’ve last time described this phenomenon in the Hummingbird
. Yet another echo had #happened and this time I’ve gave in. Here is the story.
I’ve lost a word. And this was so embarrassing – I’ve lost a pretty common word, not an opisthoproct
or cosidoron (those are coming wherever I need them). It was a good word, a name of that pretty common shrub with purple or white clusters of flowers. You know what I am talking about?
“How Splendid it would be, Agathon, if wisdom was the sort of thing that could flow from the fuller to emptier of us when we touch each other, like water, which flows through a piece of Wool from a fuller cup to an emptier one.” says Socrates
Let’s ignore for a moment the philosopher’s double-entendre which leaves no doubt in the context of the book, and look at the imagery of Socrates’s thought.
He had slightly reddish-brown hair reaching down to his shoulders and a long, wispy beard. It was his first beard and he sported it with dignity against all snide remarks of his peers. With this long hair, beard and at a height of 62 he carried an uncanny resemblance to you know who. He knew it. And so, to make this resemblance even stronger, he developed this innocently benevolent expression, a subtle smile half-hidden under facial hair, which he carried around like an icon impersonator.
A great psychologist Carl Jung once Wrote: We wholly overlook the essential fact that the achievements which society rewards are won at the cost of diminution of personality. (C. Jung, Modern Man in Search of a Soul)
I agree, we totally overlooked that. We also may expand this claim that people without personality are overachievers per se. But for the same reason they can’t be rewarded any further, so most of them must remain under the radar of public accolade. And, furthermore, when society imposes a punishment, and that can be viewed as a negative reward, the personality of a rewarded becomes notably enhanced commensurate to the time to be served and custody level.
I have already written about Mandela Effect. I have more to say about this crazy universal phenomenon. I remember how I was introduced to it. A friend of mine asked me: “Do you remember what Bible says about the new wine?”
"Sure,” I said, “nobody pours new wine into old wineskins, because they will burst, but new wineskins must be used for new wine.”
“And you know what this means?”
“I do,” I said, “this was Jesus metaphor for the new teaching, which he brought to us as an upgrade of Old Testament.”
We live in a very interesting time. Yes, I mean it. And I would like to expound on this subject, before some of you have taken these words for merely a trite remark.
Let's take a look at ourselves. We are all different, of course, but there is one particularly interesting division among us. Some of us are atheists, stalwart and aloof to any calls of reason. Some of us are believers by tradition, by upbringing, or by a habit. Some came to God over doubts and searching.
I think I ought to do some clarification here on my last post: WE CALL IT ‘CHENEQUE’
First of all, a single witness account doesn’t prove that cheneque and Watchers
’ “fairy” is the same thing. There are similarities, though: geography of origin, underground dwelling, humanoid body, wings and bad attitude. The difference comes only from the height: my friend says that his cheneque was about 18 inch tall, while the specimen of Marzulli
(which he had seen) is about 7 inch. My friend saw wings, but he didn't see it fly. The thing hopped up the stairs instead of straight walk.
“And he opened the bottomless pit, and Smoke arose Out of the pit like the Smoke of a great furnace”.Rev. 9:2
They live underground and they come up here from the crevices in the earth. “Then Out of a Smoke locusts came upon the earth. And to them was given power, as the scorpions of the earth have power.” Rev. 9:3
First of all, this thing is absolutely incongruent to the architecture of earthy beings: it has two hands, two legs and two wings. The latterlooks like
coming out of the shoulder plates. It looks scapulopteric