Love Letter to Anaïs Nin

"Johnny is in love, what can one say...? I looked the girl over." - Anais Nin

DEDICATION

”Now to the King of the eons, the incorruptible, invisible, only, and wise God, be honor and glory for the eons of the eons! Amen!” - quoting the Apostle Paul from 1 Timothy 1:17."

"Praise the LORD; for his aionian mercy" - 2 Chronicles 20:21

"The greatest Love Story ever begins in Genesis 2:22 with the creation of the woman and ends in Revelation 21:9. It is the sacred romance of the aions, which is behind the stage of the Bible. All our love stories reflect to this Aionian drama! This Love Letter to Anaïs Nin is part of it!" - quoting Frank Viola, From Eternity to Here

About: Jesus Christ & Anaïs Nin

Apart from the Bible, Anais Nin's Diaries have inspired me most and changed my life in a way. To my opninion she was a great writer who has inspired me more than any other writer or philosopher. While Anaïs Nin tried to rebuild the bridge to her broken past, Jesus Christ teaches us that our past is a part of our future. As the Jewish thinker Ernest Bloch said: After the book of Revelation (an aionian book), Genesis comes again; Ecclesiastes 3:15. So after listening to her brother Joaquin' music I have to admit that the family Nin is a very special family with a message. This is my Love Letter to Anaïs Nin and my way to thank my father in heaven.

An Aionian Reformation, Ephesians 3:9; far beyond Pentacost and Martin Luther!

Eonian Life: Gods great calendar exists of aions/eons, which are periods of time. This scriptural word “eons” appears about 75 times in the New Testament, but has been obscured by bad translations such as “worlds,” “forever” or “eternity.” Every human born will live endlessly with God, because God eventually abolishes death (1 Cor. 15:26) through Christ. A few people chosen by God, however, will live with God before He abolishes death, during the 2 future glorious eons. This is known as eonian life.” 

* Aion as used by Jesus Christ, the apostle Paul and Gregory of Nyssa. - Dr. Heleen M. Keizer, "Life, Time, Entirety: A Study of ΑΙΩΝ in Greek Literature and Philosophy and Philo" (University of Amsterdam, 1999).

* Genesis 1:1 is the basis of all philosophy

* Based on the works of Adolph E. Knoch, Arthur P. Adams, Martin Zender, André Piet, Hartman Out, John Gavazzoni and many others... Anaïs Nin fits very well among these great spirits!

Liefdesbrief aan Anaïs Nin en dank aan mijn Vader in de hemel

Deze website gaat over mijzelf, Jezus Christus en Anaïs Nin. Beide laatsten geven de balans weer in mijn leven. Vanuit totaal verschillende invalshoeken leren ze mij meedenken over mijn ontwortelde bestaan. Anaïs Nin doet dit door een brug te slaan naar haar eigen ontwortelde verleden met het gemis van een vader en veilige haven. Die brug zijn haar dagboeken die ook voor mij een veilige haven zijn geworden. Jezus Christus leert ons dat ons verleden deel is van onze toekomst, waar Openbaring weer eindigt in genesis. 

Door deze website probeer ik orde te scheppen in mijn ontwortelde bestaan dat beheerst wordt door adoptie, werkloosheid, en een door drank verscheurd ouderlijk huis. Geertje van Egmond verwoordt mijn kwaal in het boek Verbinding Verbroken met de uitdrukking geen-bodemsyndroom. Tegenover mijn ontwortelde bestaan staat mijn alverzoeningsgeloof. Ik geloof dat IEDEREEN behouden wordt door geloof in Jezus Christus. Zo niet nu, dan wel in volgende tijdperken na de dood; in het Grieks aionen genoemd en in het Hebreeuws Olami.  

Een pleidooi ook om op een open manier naar God te kijken en zelf te onderzoeken hoe het met de bijbel zit. Om de kerk achter je te laten en in mijn geval zeker ook de starre, benauwende anarchistische, arrogante, bijna sektarische houding ten aanzien van geloof. Mijn meesters zijn afgezien van de apostel Paulus, Arthur P. Adams, Adolph E. Knoch, Martin Zender, André Piet en Hartman Out die definitief de koers van mijn geloof hebben bepaald.

Hoewel het mijn pet te boven gaat, geloof ik dat Jezus Christus uit de dood is opgewekt. Het kruis van Golgota staat daarmee haaks op alle menselijke logica. De uitstraling van deze website is dat god IEDEREEN gaat redden. De bijbelse grond hiervoor is 1 Korinthiërs 15:28 wanneer God alles in allen is. De Griekse meervoudsvorm aionen slaat op tijdsperioden. Enigszins verborgen zijn in de bijbel 5 aionen te onderscheiden die worden uitgebeeld door de tabernakel van Mozes en de tempel van koning Salomo. In de komende aionen worden we uit de dood opgewekt en geoordeeld. Door de oordelen heen, worden we gered.

Allen staan we vroeg of laat op uit de dood en zien we elkaar weer. Deze gedachte is absurd maar ik geloof de apostel Paulus op zijn woord. De symmetrie van de aionen die de indeling van de tempel van koning Salomon navolgt, neigt ook naar een duizelingwekkende schitterende toekomst voor ons allen NA de dood!

Ik ben ervan overtuigd dat de bevrijding van de mensheid van buitenaf moet komen. De aionen tillen ons volgens het ontwerp van de tabernakel niet alleen over de dood heen maar leren ons ook over onze werkelijkheid. En hier hoor ik de stem van de apostel Petrus die Jezus belooft trouw te blijven tot in Zijn dood. Wat er ook gebeurt. Echter, voordat de haan heeft gekraaid, heeft Petrus Hem al 3 keer verraden (Matteüs 26:69-75). Waarmee onze ervaren werkelijkheid als een onbetrouwbare metgezel is ontmaskerd. De aionen brengen hier stabiliteit in! 

Arthur P. Adams heeft mij klaarheid gegeven over het vraagstuk van het kwaad in de wereld. Dit komt van God zelf: Jesaja 45:7. God heeft zelf de Boom van Goed en Kwaad midden in die mooie Tuin van Eden geplant!

Nu de 2000 jaar sinds de opstanding bijna voorbij zijn, zie ik er naar uit om binnen niet al te lange tijd de heiligen uit de bijbel te ontmoeten. Eerst zullen ze opstaan uit de dood: Adam, Eva, Maria van Nazareth, Abraham, Jesaja, Paulus, Mozes etc. Eerst schudden we elkaar de hand; dan gaan we aan het werk. Dan zetten de apostelen hun werk op aarde voort. En de gelovigen van nu trekken het heelal in.

De bijbel eindigt in 1 Korinthiërs 15:28 en niet bij Openbaring 21. Aan Paulus is dus meer geopenbaard dan aan Johannes. Het evangelie was voor de joden; alleen de brieven van Paulus zijn voor ons bedoeld. "Laat huis en haard achter om Jezus te volgen" was dus destijds voor de joden bedoeld.

Verder dank ik mijn Vader in de hemel omdat ik zoveel tijd aan een excentrieke website mag besteden om Hem te eren. Hij doet een klein wonder aan mij door me zo'n grote website te laten bouwen. Mijn voorgangers deden hetzelde: Noach bouwde een Ark in plaats van de armen te helpen. De hoer Rahab liet verspieders van Here binnen. Dit werd haar tot rechtvaardigheid gerekend. Niet omdat ze aan liefdadigheid deed. En Abraham liet huis en haard achter zich zonder dat hij precies wist waarvoor.

Mijn website gaat over mijzelf, Anaïs Nin en Jezus Christus. De voorloper is van 2001. Anaïs Nin beschouw ik als mijn mentor. We staan hetzelfde in het leven. Zij schrijft: “I am no adventurer, I miss my home, familiar streets, those I love and know well.” - Anais Nin

Een ode aan Almelo, de stad van mijn jeugd en aan Genesis dat volgens Ernest Bloch aan het eind komt.

I miss: Russia

My challenge: "do not be anxious about anything" - Philippians 4:6

Almelo, Holland - maandag 8 juni 2009

Michelle, Goedbericht, Datishartman, Martin Zender, film, Jonathan Sacks, Concordant, Scripture4All, Hilton Ratcliffe, Halton Arp, Metaresearch, Tom Talbott, Janna Levin, Marcia Bartusiak, Richard Hoagland, Cydonia Message, John Gavazzoni, Geheim van het Evangelie, Almelo History, Almelo Archive, Buiten in Almelo, Hallowed be Thy Name, Afraid to shoot Strangers, UFO Plaza, Clyde Pilkington Blog, Paulus aan de Efeziërs, Cometa Report, Arthur P. Adams, Harry Robert Fox, Geert Mak, Brighter than 1000 suns, Joaquin Nin Culmell, Hollow Human Beings, One Self

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Curse

When I was a young child, boys laughed at me. Queer, dyke, freak, jerk, they said. Girls mocked me too, and worse: They avoided me, told me no secrets, never laughed With me around, wished me gone, dead, I suppose.

My curse: I was not one of them. They never saw my sacred heart, my stained, strained face. Their religion was the same; I was ever neither one of another, Always an outsider, I.

Their religion grew strong by excluding, Mine, meeker, would embrace the other. You are of my religion. You are my brother.

By Pat Murray

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The Whore

John the Baptist, being killed by King Herod, exhibits the madness in Jesus' method; the whore exhibits the method in His madness. Luke 7:36-50. Jesus Christ opposes the Garden of Eden against the Mount Sinaï by recalling the curse on sexuality as a same type of curse on mortality. (the power of the victim against the victimizer)

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Anaïs Nin 

- "You mean, you're not spending the night with me?'' No, I said politely, as if he were offering me a glass of wine. Thank you.' 

- In a few days I knew all the electricial terms and all the details of plumbing, the qualities and kinds of woods. And learned in a week to handle these perspiring, smelly brutes.  

- The men who have to work for me are surprised that I anderstand all their trades, that I never change my mind, and always know exactly what I want.

- I see the Tower Eiffel from my bedroom. 

- From the left and from the right emerged giant trucks. The street was lined with truck garages and the trucks were starting out for the day's deliveries, all of them red, with hugh red and silver noses, shining fireman red bodies, wheels as tall as I.

- A man came and threw some money on my table, and sat down. The patron of the restaurant had to explain that foreign women went about alone and it did not mean they were prostitutes.

- I bought rat poison and began to fight them, but a new batch came every night through the terrace.

- I had finally frightened away the scorpions and the rats. But now I had a new enemy. It was the neighbor’s rooster.

- I realized I possess a power of magic - I can see through walls.

- He carries pictures of me in his pocket.

- I detect new melodies in the birds' songs.

- Men who knew me made flip­pant remarks about wanting to sleep with me. June stopped them in an angry way which revealed her love of me. As if I were sacred.

- I feel curious and friendly towards Henry's whores. They both study the pearly nail polish I use and ask the name of it.

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Anais Nin, february 1934; Donald & Elsie

Life. Literature. I am sitting here with a fever, and a desire not to explain. Has this notebook a new accent? Has the diary truly died? I am like an opium addict, lost without my drug. Donald, the young Scotchman Elsie loved and betrayed, is staying here too. I have to watch him every moment, for he gets up out of bed to jump out of the window. Fortunately, the French windows are rusty, creaky, and take time to open, and I hear him and hold him back. He raves and rants. "It is not the betrayal which I can't take, Anaïs. I expected that from Elsie, somehow.

In our most passionate moments, she would say: 'Donald, you are too young, too young.' I knew there was another man because she would never stay with me all night. But why did she not tell me? She came to Paris with me, we were very happy together, she gave herself with such abandon, and then when I became suspicious of her life in London, and when she refused to marry me, I went to London and I found out about Justin, and that they were planning to marry. But none of this really matters, none of this would make me want to die."

He sobbed for a while. I held his hand. He was so young, about twenty, dark-haired and violent, with burning eyes.

"What made you want to die, Donald?"

"I will tell you what, if I can, if I can. I am not sure I can describe it. But when I went to London and found out . . . found out that Elsie was about to marry Justin and not me, and when I faced her with my discovery, and begged her to tell me the truth, and to free me, to let me go, not to hang on to me, and tell me lies, when I wept and pleaded, and made a scene, she stood there, and instead of showing some feeling, even a little pity for me who loved her with my body and soul, instead of being warm, and helping me, consoling me, saying something, asking for forgiveness, explaining, justifying herself, she smiled. She gave me a long, cool, satanic smile."

As he told me this, he made one wild leap out of bed and rushed to the studio. I called the Spaniard and ran after Donald. He fumbled with the heavy and rusty studio windows, and I pulled him away with the help of the Spaniard.

Elsie broke the only law, the only law I respect: don't inflict unnecessary pain. That smile!

The fever gives a strange rhythm to my thoughts. Now, at last, I understand the plain chant of the neurotics. When I hear the laments of the neurotic-romantic, I recognize the tone. It is not a complaint born of what is happening; it is born of what they had imagined, expected, dreamed; and the lament seems out of proportion. Elsie's smile! To Donald it was the smile of cruelty. Donald had dreamed of a woman feeling with him, with him against the cruelties of life, of destiny; he had not dreamed cruelties of her own doing. She signed the cruelty with her own name. Did she enjoy it? Was it a smile of triumph at her power to hurt? Donald's accusing tone, reproaches. One thinks: he is a coward. He cannot take the blows. But consider for a moment what Donald had "imagined." The greatest love of the century! Passion an absolute. He was a full-fledged romantic, who had been dashed from the top of the highest mountain, Olympus. So call the doctor and ask for a sedative, and explain to the French doctor why he wants to die, and watch him shrug philosophical shoulders. "One does not die of love."

"I am going to kill her," said Donald, with fists clenched, as he awakened from the effects of the sedative.

He has to abolish that smile.

So I coax him into dressing, into a taxi, and I take him to Allendy, who had been analyzing Elsie.