Etymon and Polaroid

Time Is Up

We both chanced upon a huge clock that pounded so hard, it almost deafened the beating of our hearts.

Almost. But not quite.

Once upon a time, we lost track of the ticking of what seemed to be a deadline.

Tick tock. Tick tock, sang the clock so sweetly, like the song thrush on a beautiful summer morn. It awakens us like a morning kiss and puts us in a deep slumber like a lullaby.

Every time we ride on the bus, it was supposed to be a monotonous journey of walls and walls of architecture- cold and dry to the bone. And yet what it became was an adventure- a feat full of laughter and old museums and huge libraries and bittersweet coffee and stolen kisses on dark alleys.

And every night was supposed to be the same- the closing of the eyes, thinking of what was to come the next day or the day after that and the day after and after and after- an endless pondering of what if’s and supposed to be’s. And yet what it became was another glimpse on our childhood memories, our first scars on a tumbling bike, our childhood sweethearts, the follies of a petulant mind.

Strangers became a huge backdrop, and time? Well, time eventually caught up behind us taking us aback. It became as imposing as an Old Grandfather Clock, its pendulum swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, like a storm destroying everything on its path. Once, it was a constant whisper of the sands of time- gentle, as if time was too timid to defy us. Now, it was a sonorous sound, almost deafening, almost sickening- a thump of a thousand horses’ hooves, now too strong for us to defy.

Almost. But not quite.

For even in sorrow, we smile. For even in hopelessness, we love. For even in death, we overcome.

In Memory of…

 


 

Words by Maria

Art by Audrey Aragon

 

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Bibliophilism

Acceptable: A Five-Star Review of Sweet Accord by Felicia Mason

“I’ve done a lot of thinking the last couple of weeks.”

“And did you come to any conclusion?”

She nodded as she ran a finger along the back of a metal folding chair. She looked up at him…

“I still love you.”

I cannot stop my tears from falling. Praise the Lord for this Love Inspired, Heartwarming Inspirational Romance– a story about the King who conquered the world with love, a story about two people who was drowned with it, and a story of faith, of prayer, of hope, and of God’s will.

Indeed, romance stories have never been this beautiful. Indeed, when God is placed in every life story, everything becomes all the more beautiful! Most importantly, everything comes into place like the puzzle pieces that make up a most wondrous image.

This story revolves about two servants of Christ who found each other through circumstances. And ultimately through the music of God’s love in their hearts. Matt and Haley may not have started off with hearts and rainbows and flowers, but that made the story all the sweeter. I would not say any more at this point, because that would mean explaining something that goes beyond a mere attraction between two people.

This is true love in each of its pages. It is 1st Corinthians Chapter 13 personified! This is the love of God, reflected on two imperfect people.

And what ultimately drew me to this story was how the author weaved the story, and how I understood that though it was full of flaws, still, none of it mattered. None of it. Because everything fell into place and everything was fully understood, when Felicia Mason wrote:

If I’ve made any errors, blame it on my head and not my heart.

Oh Lord, You have been faithful to me all along. I’ve seen Your beauty through this story. I know nothing can be compared to You. You are the Most High, but still, I thank You for this. I thank You with all my heart, Lord God.

In the sweetest name of Jesus, our Lord…

Amen!

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The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass

The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: Sheep

Dear Readers,

Oh what a blessed day!

Every Monday until Thursday of every week, Powerhouse sits together to share the Word of the Lord with each other. Powerhouse is a family of believers who aims to be the salt and light of the world. Every twelve noon, passages in the Bible will be shared and voices of hearts will be heard.

This particular day, however, is one of the special days we have had.

Only four members attended.

Yes, only four. But this did not stop us on meditating on God’s beautiful Word. One brother in Christ shared his devotion last night. You see, he is fond of animals (really fond of them) and so he searched of the characteristics of a sheep.

Yes, love. A sheep.

Well, once we heard the word, “sheep,” we all ooehd and aahed being that a sheep is sooo cute and fluffy. But the thing is, they are not cute. They are very stubborn! When they get lost, they do not find their way to the herd. When you intend to kill them, they do not scream or do anything. Moreover, their wools start to thicken when they get lost because apparently, no one takes care of them. They are basically… nothing. And as much as we would like to deny it, we ARE like them. We are stubborn to a fault; we choose to slip away from God, thinking that it would give us freedom. But it won’t. In the long run, we will not have a sense of direction, we will lose our way, and as a result, our wools will grow soooo thick that we almost cannot see.

But there is one great news! Because like a shepherd who lost one sheep, God will continue to find us and lead us to Him and will always continue to be faithful. See how blessed we are that He will trim all our wools that keep us distant from Him? It is true, indeed. That if grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking. So let us continue to go back to our Father. He is constant always and forever!

 

With love,

The Little Bonnie Lass

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Second Chances: A Five-Star Review of The Summerhouse by Jude Deveraux

Have you ever wanted to rewrite your past?

Many times in our lives, we have made mistakes. Regrets follow us everywhere we go, and at one point or another we may have said to ourselves,  “If only I could turn back time…”

In this novel, three beautiful women will be granted an opportunity for a second chance no one wanted to miss.

Three women who have reached the age of forty, decided to meet each other for the second time in their lives- the first acquaintance being stuck in line in the Department of Motor Vehicles. Each women have their lives so crooked, they all wanted a reprieve. Staying in a summerhouse in Maine together was their chosen solution.

Ellie, once an art student, a pretty and petite lady, became a writer who was now unable to write for three years, who became as fat as a cow, and a wife whom her ex-husband has stolen everything from. Now, Ellie was so anxious of seeing the two ladies for when last she saw them, they were so beautiful, no words can describe them. And yet seeing them in the summerhouse gave her deep comfort. For when she saw them, they were even worse than she was.

Leslie, once a sexy, vibrant, ballerina, did not pursue her dreams and went back instead to Alan, her then boyfriend, now her husband. She was now a mother of two, one being a spoiled brat, the other much more like her- gentle and laid back. Obviously, she was not the beautiful woman they once saw at the Department of Motor Vehicles. (Oh but her story, the choices she made, and the things that happened thereafter will surely made you cry tears of joy!)

Madison, ah Madison. I think she had gotten the worst of all. Once a model, the most beautiful of three, she became a cigarette smoker, skin and bones, her eyes that of a zombie’s, and her lips as pale as chalk. And what made my heart ache was that due to an accident, she would not be able to bear a child.

Now, what made my heart reach out so blamelessly to both the writer and the characters was that the story is as true as it can get. Many times,we thought that beauty is long-lasting. We thought that cheerleader in your college (who was a bitch) would be even more popular when she gets old and yet, voila! Where is she now? We thought that nerdy-nerd in our class will not get anywhere and yet, why is she the most famous scientist of her day and age? We thought the beauty will last. Only love does!

No one knows what will happen, five to ten years from now. No one.

And the chance these three girls have for a lifetime, will not be surely missed.

Jude Deveraux, oh Jude is just plain amazing. Believe it or not, I have read almost all of her books and each one made me believe in second chances, good people, faith, and love. And this story, was- and will be always- a breath of fresh air from romances who have rakes for heroes, and fire-breathing dragons for heroines. Her characters are real! As real as they can get! And the story she weaves are the words of a genius!

A good read. A really great read indeed!

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The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass

The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: The Dream

Dear Readers,

Through the short course of time that I have been sharing my secrets with you, I have felt in my heart that we have come to know more about each other and that we have a lot in common. I have known for sure that you are a seeker of life, that you have a lot of questions that needed to be answered, and that you are seeking for a companion to walk with you through the various challenges that you are facing at this very moment. I also have come to know that you appreciate art, literature, poetry, and that you are a person with a soft heart. I know all these things as you read through your screens with a great patience and a great desire to understand.

Now, I want to share an experience with you that I have only shared with only one person in my life- my best friend, Abigail. I felt that it was too personal an experience for me to share, so I kept quiet for quite some time. But now, I am certain that the right time of God has come.

I was browsing through Facebook one night when my eyes happened to chance upon a video uploaded by, “I’m So Blessed Daily,” entitled, “Little Child Prophesying Jesus (The King) is coming.”

It was most unlikely. I have never heard of it. But I know it was not impossible. And so I clicked the video and played it.

“He’s coming,” the child- little more than a toddler- said, raising her index finger up as she looked up at the ceiling.

“He’s coming! He’s coming! He’s coming on the way,” then and there, I had goosebumps frolicking all over my arms.

“Abba up. Push you up! He said, the King, bring me a present,” the child continued giddily without a hint of any jest in the child’s part.

Tell me, what were you saying?” The mother said, asking the child what she was talking about, from which the child answered, “On the air, He’s coming!” She said, looking now at her mother as she pointed up again.

The King’s Abba up,” she continued, “The King’s showing Abba up!

Who’s coming?” Her mother asked once again and the child’s reply was still the same, “He’s coming!” only now, she followed it with a hearty laughter and put her head down on the carpet three times as if the little child was bowing down.

Before the three-minute video ended, an explanation was provided by the mother. The explanation went as follows:

“Lily’s mother, Chelsea Explained! At midnight, hours before this video was taken, Lily woke up, knocking and talking at her door. She was saying with urgency, ‘Something’s coming! Something’s coming!’ She elaborated on her dream vision later in the day. I managed to catch this video. At 18 seconds after I take out her paci (pacifier), and I say, ‘What?’ she says, ‘The King.’ It also sounds like she says, ‘Abba up, push you up,’ and ‘Join Abba up,’ several times. You can’t make this stuff up! I didn’t teach her this. Excuse the poor angle. I was attempting to sneakily turn on and hide the camera. At the end, she bows 3 times… the number God uses for confirmation. The next day, she brought it up again (while I was getting her breakfast). She said to me, ‘Mama, open up, because God is coming.’ And then proceeded to knock on the wall 3 times. No, I couldn’t teach her this. She just turned 2 and is just starting to really come up with diverse words and sentences clearly. Her best understanding of God prior to this was nightly bedtime prayers, and we had yet to discuss the rapture or His second coming with her (being that she is of course so young).

Before the video officially end, Bible passages appeared on the screen saying,

“And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy. Your old men shall dream dreams. Your young men shall see visions.” (Joel 2:28)

“At midnight, they were roused by the shout, ‘Look, the bridegroom is coming! Come out and meet him!'” (Matthew 25:6)

After watching the video, I immediately shared it through my Facebook account as I revel at the thought of the King coming.

And then another thought occurred to me which had made me stare up in space, dumbfounded.

I have experienced the same thing before. I have dreamt a dream I could never ever forget and I think it also has the same message with the child- Lily’s- prophesy, although the dream was entirely different from hers.

I dreamt of it on July 29, 2015. The date was noted July 31, 2015 on my phone, but I knew it happened on a Wednesday probably July 29. I knew it because I was writing a paper requirement early in the morning for Philosophy of Language scheduled every Wednesdays, and I fell asleep with that paper in mind, only to wake up with a dream that never left my heart.

The dream started as if I was running. I felt my chest rising up and down in my sleep as I run and run, searching for something in my dreams. I was crying, gasping for breath, searching of what, I do not know.

Until I came about a huge, white tent with its flaps firmly closed. It loomed in front of me. I halted in front of it and knew that inside this tent was what I was looking for. I quickly opened it and was astonished with what I saw.

An angel. An angel with golden hair and a full suit of armor filled with flecks of gold. His white, huge wings covered his face as he was hanging on a ceiling of the tent with ropes so as to not let him fall.

And what bothered me was that below him were angels encircling him, kneeling with heads bowed down. (I assumed they were angels because they were wearing the same suit of armor like his). And that was when I found out that the angel hanging on the ceiling of the tent was not moving. He was so still. Because he was dead.

That was when I came out of the dream with a quick opening of my eyes and the quick pounding of my heart. I was oblivious to the thought back then. I did not know what it meant and prior to this, I had had my share of dreams I do not know the meaning of. Besides, back then, I thought it was too short a dream to give mind to.

But I was completely boggled. I was curious and agitated, imagining constantly that, maybe, the dead angel in that dream is my own guardian angel who was killed by the sins that I committed. Or worse, that it symbolizes me.

And so I Googled it and Mr. Google gave me a lot of answers one of which greatly struck me.

Repent was at the center of the dream. I am not certain really what God wants to tell me, but after reading one article from dreamingthedream.com about Angels, I was reminded of my shortcomings and my bad habits and my need to repent. The article says:

“If you dream of angels, it represents the dislocation in your soul. Usually angels represents chastity, innocence, and purity. Make sure you heard what the angels were trying to say to you in your dream, as this could be the main notification and key to your happy life and what you should do to reach that happiness.

The other meaning of seeing angels in your dream could be that you are behaving irresponsibly without thinking of important things. 

…it is a demand to repent.”

After reading those, and after I have watched Lily’s prophesy of the King on Facebook, I knew for sure what God wanted to tell me and what God wanted me to share to you.

Repent. For He is coming!

No one knows for sure when, but He is coming and we should be ready. These visions say something. I am glad that God talked to me through that dream. I praise Him! Truly, I felt honored that our Father talked to me though that simple gesture of His to talk to me through the dream. That partnered with two-year-old Lily’s dream and the dreams of a lot of the servants of God, are all saying something to us. Let us listen to it- to Abba, our Father- and keep it on our minds and in our hearts.

Abba up!

 

With love,

The Little Bonnie Lass


 

 

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The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass

The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: The Battle

Dear Readers,

Hi! Let me start this blog post by mentioning that I am a Communications student specializing in, well…. communications. And I will not start by ranting about how people degrade this course by saying things like, “There are no job opportunities related to that course! Why take it in the first place?” Besides, this is not what it’s all about, although, maybe (and hopefully) you can get glimpses of how important and substantial and significant this course is.

Now, then, to get to the point, this blog post is all about how “media” (social media, newspapers, magazines, films, etc.) can influence a Christian’s way of life and how a Christian should utilize and tread upon it carefully.

Yesterday, my bestest friend shared with me a story. It was all about a video she watched once in YouTube by John Ramirez who was a Satanist turned into God’s own man. In his testimony, he said that he was a devil worshiper for 25 years. John Ramirez’ father was a Satanist; thus, he was brought up to be one as well. He was taught different kinds of black magic, witchcraft, tarot card reading and even worse, was taught how to kill people to completely turn back to God. In the video, he described “Satan’s Tactics” to take you away from God and to turn back. “To paralyze” was his term for his neighbors to deceive them into thinking that God is just a “fantasy”, a “product of one’s own imagination.” Ramirez went to describe the different media Satan and his disciples use to deceive people, to gain followers whom they will lead and will lead other people into destruction.  And what caught my attention was the part on how Satan uses the different types of media to destroy the lives of everyone.

Say for example the different films people love to watch. There are certain features in there Satan uses to take our mind away from the truth God instilled in us. Witchcraft, prostitution, murder, pornography, lies, darkness, infidelity, hopelessness, so on and so forth. Even in an “innocent” cartoon or game applications children love to play, there are certain features like murder, thievery, and curses that are hidden from our sight but are secretly deceiving our minds. Social media has its evils as well, taking our minds away from God, making us vain, and making us selfish.

But then, John Ramirez heard God’s voice. And he listened to Him, taking him back from the darkness and finally, into the light. Of course, I am sure it did not happen in a whiplash. But it did happen. Through God’s will, time, and help. His miracles are true!

In this, we see the power of media. How media is used for evil in ways we did not know exist. And so as “media practitioners,” we need to be aware and to be careful on how to utilize these kinds of media. Be observant. Be fierce in the battle of which we are fighting. Know that God does not want to see us wallow in the pits of fire and darkness. He wants us in His realm, with His angels, with Him.

Do not be deceived.

I know. It is difficult. But have no doubt. God can help us. And I, as a servant of God, endeavors to be sensitive and to fight the good fight of this battle against evil. Let us use the talents God gave us as an instrument in fighting for God and with God and to win more souls for the citizens of heaven to prevail.

With love, 

The Little Bonnie Lass

P.S. Let us help each other.


Painting by Christine Wu

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An Excerpt

An Excerpt from The Little Bonnie Lass by Maria Marie Maksimov, A Novel: Starlight

They stayed on top of the glen a little while longer, staring at the stars that made up most of the dark skies. He never stared at those little flecks of gold dusts before. For him, they were nothing but exactly that: dusts. And it was a waste of time wondering why they were stranded there, just staring down at them, during the dead of the night.

But, he figured, they were much more than dusts splattered up on a blanket of satiny sky now that he was with the little bonny lass. The stars became much more than creatures that blinked down upon them to mock them. Aye, he thought, those creatures mocked them, for the people could not reach them. It was not physically possible for a lowly creature to reach such a beauty, and yet such a beauty kept on appearing every night, humbling themselves to try and reach down further until they kissed the ground.

In between the songs the owls make when they awoke and the whisper of the wind, he prayed, thanking God for the stars each night, for another chance to see them twinkling, blinking down at him, not to mock him this time, but to remind him how blessed he was just to be alive. Just to be breathing. Just to have the little lass beside him.

Aye. He missed her, alright.

Even when she annoyed him with her questions.

“Henry?”

“Hm?”

“Why do people kiss?”

He snorted and choked in his own breath. Why do children have to ask the oddest questions?

“Well,” he cleared his throat, “because they like it? Why do you ask?”

She twisted clumsily to peer at his face, “I saw Big Ben kiss Oona yesterday. Oh! I hate him too! He’s taking my only friend away! And then I saw Mama kissing Papa in the hallway a while ago. And then Anne. You know what I think?”

“What?” He asked.

“That they don’t really like kissing, but they should because that’s what Old McNally said, and they do it even if they don’t like it because they love each other.”


An Excerpt from The Little Bonnie Lass by Maria Marie Maksimov. A Scottish Highland Novel in the making.

Illustration entitled Let’s Go See The Stars print from original by JessicaIllustration. Retrieved from Pinterest

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