The question drifted across my day like an unexpected visitor — not hostile, not foolish, just curious: ‘If Jesus is God, then who was He talking to on the cross?’ It’s not the first time I’ve been asked it. In fact, it seems to surface every few months, usually in the same tone: part intrigue, … Continue reading The Cry from the Cross
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ROSEMARY’S BABY — A Psychological Reflection
What book are you reading right now? There are some novels that pretend to be about the devil but are, in truth, about the far more distressing creatures that live under our own ribs. Rosemary’s Baby is one of them. On the surface it’s a story about covens, conspiracies, ancient rituals, and a baby with … Continue reading ROSEMARY’S BABY — A Psychological Reflection
The To-Be-Forgotten — Thomas Hardy
I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs around: “Wherefore, old friends,” said I, “are you distrest, Now, screened from life’s unrest?” But that our future second death is near; When, with the living, memory of us numbs, And blank oblivion comes! “These, our sped ancestry, Lie here embraced by deeper … Continue reading The To-Be-Forgotten — Thomas Hardy
The Baritone at the Gate: A Requiem for the Living
‘Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death.’— Libera me, D There’s a certain note — not the pitch itself, but the tremor beneath it — that seems to belong only to men who’ve seen too much. It’s the sound of the baritone in Fauré’s Requiem, that grave, human register which stands between the innocence of … Continue reading The Baritone at the Gate: A Requiem for the Living
The Room in the Tower: A Dream with Teeth
For years I dreamt of a house that hated me. It wasn’t merely haunted — it was hostile. Its walls bowed with resentment, its staircase groaned in complaint, and the air inside was the colour of rot. Every visit was the same: I would wander through its ruined corridors, knowing instinctively that one door was … Continue reading The Room in the Tower: A Dream with Teeth
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