THE MELDING OF RESENTMENT

Missive #18 - Transcribed Poetic Dictation

[I’m speechless. A follow-up Missive arrived almost immediately after publishing the prior one, which also arrived so unexpectedly and at such a late hour. It must be important that these two go together in close proximity ‘in time’ (linear), and yet remain as separate/distinct missives. Unimaginable! This is all unimaginable to me. That’s how you know it’s true Gold. Note: There’s quite a bit additional material to the missive BELOW the photo, so please do be sure to keep reading down~] Received 9/9/2023 | 3:30am

Listen to the Recitation (keep listening after recitation of the short poetic dictation for a reading of the rich sub-Missive material):

THE MELDING OF RESENTMENT
God has endorsed the IG Story format as a legitimate and potent, concise, clear medium for Revelation!
Endorsement through the birth of a new Missive Transcription Medium
Incredible
This one is opening tightly shut gates all the way down my spine
In all my relationships too
My resentments are gone
All aboard!
There's no time or space for resentment!
It's all PERFECTLY in God's Hands
Hurry up and GET WITH IT!
Have a BLAST!
Let the people who love you, love you!
Let yourself Love the People you Love!
Love NOW!
There's no time to Waste
Love, Now

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Photo of the Antro della Sibilla in Cuma, the Cave of the Famed Cumaean Sibyl of Virgil’s Aeneid and Petronius’s Satyricon, and by way of T. S. Eliot ("Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumīs ego ipse oculīs meīs vīdī in ampullā pendere, et cum illī puerī dīcerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondēbat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω" ("For I indeed once saw with my own eyes the Sibyl at Cumae hanging in her jar, and when the boys asked her, 'Sibyl, what do you want?', she answered 'I want to die'.")) Overlaid words my own, from Jun 12, 2022 — this image somehow appeared at the top of the photos on my phone when looking for a photo to enrich and amplify this Missive. I no longer need three knocks to receive an instruction. I barely even need one~

Facilis descensus Averno:
Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;
Sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras,
Hoc opus, hic labor est.

(Trans 1)
The gates of Hell are open night and day;
Smooth the descent, and easy is the way:
But to return, and view the cheerful skies,
In this task and mighty labor lies.

(Trans 2)
Trojan, Anchises' son, the descent of Avernus is easy.
All night long, all day, the doors of Hades stand open.
But to retrace the path, to come up to the sweet air of heaven,
That is labour indeed.

— Aeneid 6.126-129.