Dear Joanna,

You seem to be the Queen of the Desert to me, a great mystery.

I miss you. Think about you three times per day. I still wonder,
if our destiny will bring us back.

I stay in the Beskid Island,
but I do not feel it as home anymore -waiting for spring to come.

You have taken everything with you. Is it the beast or love?

I try to pray. Pure and holy. Light a candle, close my eyes and
- think about the vastness of space we share.

Sometimes I hear you in my dreams. Our kingdom is not of this world,
if our kingdom had been of this world, our people would have fought for us to stay together.

Being on my awn alone, go to Church, listen to what they say.
I feel a bit like in prison, being close to death - then life awakens again.

I feel quite heavy. You are my key to hell.
Last time I went for a walk, and had this
wonderful feeling, like I would be soaked in rain,
like nothing in world would count to me again.
I was totally free from sin, everything.

You cleansed me.

Will do my best to catch you next year.  

Yours,

Raphael
BOOK2
book of life
version
1.1.2
I
Here I will write letters, if I get inspired, but

“Now we do implore you, by the very certainty of Christ’s coming and of our meeting him together, to keep your heads and not be thrown off balance by any prediction or message or letter purporting to come from us, and saying that the day of Christ is almost here. Don’t let anyone deceive you by any means whatsoever. That day will not come before there arises a definite rejection of God and the appearance of the lawless man. He is the product of all that leads to death, and he sets himself up in opposition to every religion. He himself takes his seat in the temple of God, to show that he really claims to be God.”
Beskid Islands, 01/03/2021
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