You know, children, one thing which hits me, when aI walk around in the forest aI have cleaned and cleared, is that if there is an entrance, coming from the outside, one get expectations, walking through it. It is like the forest says, “here we come,” right. And the more vivid and good looking the entrance is, the more powerful are those expectations. We are not speaking of a gate, with portal and stuff like that, in the walls of a castle. We are not speaking of the gate to a flight, either, or to pass the ticket control going to circus. In the forest there are eighth, aI think, entrances from the houses, and a couple from above, from the valley. And even the roe deer passes through the entrance made. See here. If you ask me if aI thought of that, making those entrances, aI would say, no, though unconsciously mind is most often working. And, Jesus said (Matthew 7:13-14):
“Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.”
God bless your holiday, children! Let the photograph below be my Christmas card to the world. It is taken in the forest of mine. And under it, you’ll find music.
You know, the other day aI listened to that lovely thing “I wish you a merry Christmas” in one of the great stores, in my home town. And, gosh, aI thought. Ai will make a Norwegian greeting. And the text aI made cannot be in English, right. Ai mean, “I wish you a merry Christmas” is not in Norwegian …
Ai am not informed about who is playing. They are wonderful, aI think.
You see, children, some people are crazy, in a bad and dangerous way. This kind of playhouse is more common to see in America than in Norway, aI believe. Ai bought one this spring, though, and placed it in the forestry of my neighbourhood. And that sparkled something, because aI saw the forest was devastated. So, for 6 months aI cleaned the forestry around me. And then, when winter set in, aI took down most of the orderlies aI had made. Wood fences, and the like. Ai raged, at that time, because of mistreatment aI am subjected to. So, that was a reason why. Ai saw, though, quickly, it was a nice thing to do to simplify the making before the winter set in. And this play house, or doll house, aI moved to one of the playgrounds of my neighbourhood. And see, what some have done, to it. It is not okay. One might be furious on me, and one might be crazy as craws. Children, though, one wishes the best. Some people are though crazy in a bad and dangerous way. And such people one should try to avoid.
Ai hereby end this blog. Satan makes it impossible for me to communicate, and the torture aI am subjected to, nowadays, is so strong it is no point in making an impact. Ai intend to start blogging again when justice is settled.
Ai know you are wondering
when you are not pondering.
That, aI think, is rather crazy.
One can just, aI mean, be lazy.
This is the first blog post on Vaccinius.net after aI emptied it and decided aI would make it a blog of mine for children. And, you know, also Scandinavian children might find their way to this blog, since one begins to learn English early in the schools in Scandinavia similar to Grammar school. It takes some years, though, to learn how to read and write. Myself, aI am an adult. Perhaps you know me from the children pages on Trixnix.com. Kindly go to kids.prixnix.com to see. And, good bye, for now! Ai did not want to make this a lecture.