The Damned May Enter – Introduction Video (Take 2)

I reworked and expanded on The Damned May Enter introduction video. I am still working on getting the audio a little clearer. There is some background noise here. Bear with me as I work on getting higher quality videos to my reading audience. Here goes:

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The Damned May Enter – Book I, Chapter 1

BOOK I   Chapter 1 Escondido, California   A winter storm swept into Southern California bringing precious rain to the parched ground of Escondido’s hills and valleys. The sound of rainfall on the roof joined with the crackling and hissing of a fire burning in the fireplace. Outside of the DeVaux’s living room window, the […]

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The Damned May Enter – Prologue

Prologue Doomsday – The First Night of the War… Chaparral, California                 We were standing at the edge of the end of the world. The taught thread suspended between a global community and the sovereign states that sought to control it finally snapped. The world descended into war just as it had almost […]

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The Damned May Enter: Introduction

Introduction The Damned May Enter An Apocalyptic Prelude By Jedidiah Paschall   Forgive these wild and Wandering , Confusions of a wasted youth, Forgive them where they fail in truth, And in Thy wisdom make me wise.                                                                         Lord Alfred Tennyson – Preface to In Memoriam   I suppose I should start out with […]

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The Late Watch – An Advent Poem

I am reading through Fleming Rutledge’s fantastic new book Advent: The Once & Future Coming of Jesus Christ in which she makes frequent reference to WH Auden’s Christmas masterpiece in long-form poetry, For the Time Being. Both works note the focus of Advent is not simply as a prelude to Christmas, or the recollection of […]

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Celestial Dance

“…there is in all the things of earth a hidden glory waiting to be revealed, more radiant than a million suns…” – David Bentley Hart, The Doors of the Sea   When you peer into the night and look upon those ancient lights that have spanned the void for untold ages to pour into your […]

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Oak of Mamre

When at last I’ve crossed that blessed bar And my bones are long buried in the dust, I trust that they will become The sturdy roots of some ancient oak; That gives his branches to the birds.   This is the way of things in this becoming world; Between being and nonbeing, Between the first […]

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