Before I re-launch myself into the 1990s in Russia, quite remarkable time by all standards, I should probably tell more about myself. I was born in the 1970s (more towards the 1980), to an interesting family. My mum, originally from Saint-Petersburg, had met my dad when they both studied at the University of Friendship of … Continue reading Born in Russia, born into a privileged family
I as You, I have problems to understand the Bible because it isn’t a manual, it was passed to us through mysterious work of God.
As a fellow Christian I struggle with Church which puts women down, and I struggle among people who call themselves Christians but are not really Christians because they don’t lead their lives like ones.
A Real Christian is a person who doesn’t judge you and follows the Christ. A real Christian is kind, but knows how to defend the Christian kingdom.
All answers are in the Bible, and I am looking forward to read this blog I repost it here because as you, I struggle to interpret the Bible and I want the answers.
The writer is a real Christian whom I met back in Sheffield among other Christians who brought back my faith in Jesus
Most royal greening verdancy,
Rooted in the sun,
You shine with radiant light,
in this circle of earthly existence
You shine so finely,
it surpasses understanding.
God hugs you.
You are encircled by the arms
of the mystery of God.
– Hildegard of Bingen
This blog exists because I need a place to talk about things that excite me about the Bible. I typed that word ‘excite’ just now and felt astonished by it because I actually mean it. I’m excited about the Bible. That is no small thing. I spent years hardly reading the Bible at all. There were years when, as Sunday approached, my stomach would go into knots and I would think, oh no, not church again. I suffered for decades from physical symptoms directly linked to trauma inflicted by other Christians. When it came to church, I wanted anything but church.
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But let’s go back to the 1990ies in Russia to continue with chronology of the events, not just influencing me and my life after, but also the fate of Russia and how it has become. When I talk about witches, and apologies to all nice white witches, who wish no harm, I talk about bad … Continue reading Bad Witches in Russia
You know, occasionally, I have this feeling that I am witnessing the stuff which most people don't even find normal. Such a profound immersion into my own head, in order to ask questions and reanalyse them deeper aand deeper. I often ask myself about things in a deep and profound way, for instance: why did … Continue reading On the matter of paranoia
We will make a small break in chronology and return back to Russia in the 1990s later on. For now I want to focus on madness again. It is all related, everything is connected, because in order to really know how to be properly mad, one needs to have gone through dramatic events: childhood drama, … Continue reading On Madness
Due to the absence of most grocery products in the 1990s in Russia, people had to develop quite remarkable culinary skills. One had to be truly inventive in order to come up with any interesting dishes, besides a piece of bread with butter (and even butter was at some point totally unavailable in the shops). … Continue reading One Russian New Year
I was a teenager when the Soviet Union collapsed and suddenly I found myself in a new country and in a new regime. As things go in life, when you have to live through the unbelievable, you adjust pretty quickly, especially when you are young. Still, the changes that my country was undergoing right before … Continue reading Moscow and the arrival of capitalism