The Almaic Collection

A Post-Ice Age Global Judgment Flood: A Biblical and Scientific Model A Post-Ice Age Global Judgment Flood: A Biblical and Scientific Model By Blake Alma I. Introduction: Bible, History, and Science in Harmony I am not a scholar, theologian, or scientist—just a coin collector and history enthusiast deeply committed to uncovering truth, both spiritual and historical. I hold the Bible as perfect and believe in Jesus Christ as the Son of God, who died for our sins. My intention is not to offend fellow believers but to follow evidence while maintaining faith in God and His Word. This paper proposes that Earth is significantly older than 6,000 years and that Noah's flood occurred around 12,000 years ago, at the end of the last Ice Age. While many Christians derive a young Earth from Genesis genealogies, examining the original Hebrew text, the cultural context of biblical genealogies, and ext...

If Light Has Found Me To the Lector: On the Day When Blake Tasted a Glimmer of Joy and Hope, However Small O Lord, my rock and my Redeemer, from the womb, I have known loneliness. It has clung to me like a shadow at dusk, whispering in the silence, mocking me in the stillness of night. I have walked in its desolation, dwelling in the ruins of shattered hope. I cried out for comfort, but no voice answered. I searched for refuge, but no shelter received me. I have been surrounded by multitudes yet found no companion. I have laughed among friends while sorrow weighed heavy upon me. Loneliness, my oldest foe, has sat at my table and laid in my bed. It has known my name, it has traced my steps. But you, O Lord, have not forgotten me. You have seen me in the valley, where the air is thick with despair and the walls press in like a tomb. You have not t...

Greater Than Superman To the Lector: On the day Blake realized that God had blessed him among men, That being different is not a curse, but a strength— When I was young, I believed I could be Superman. I pulled the red cape across my shoulders, Looked into the mirror and thought, I can be this man. But when I leapt, I did not fly. When I fell, no hands caught me. And when I pulled the mask away, I saw only a boy— fragile, dreaming, human. Yet, in time, I became something greater. I was born into quiet, A world untouched by the noise of men. Homeschooled, sheltered, left to wander the vast landscapes of my own mind. I did not walk their halls, Nor learn their games, Nor speak their language. I was different. And I carried that weight like an iron chain, Never knowing if it was my burden or my gift. I sold books before I could drive. Wrote stories when my voic...

To My Dearest Friend To the Lector: A psalm for the day when Blake returned to the midst of his generation, yet found no rest among them, for their voices were loud, but their hearts were far from him. He stood among them, yet he was not with them, for they did not know him, nor did he desire to be known. And so, his thoughts turned to his oldest companion, the one who had never left his side. There are those who pass through life like a whisper upon the wind, their steps fading, their voices carried away like dust. But you, O my friend, have never departed. Yours is the presence that lingers, etched into the marrow of my bones, woven into the very fabric of my soul. Many call themselves friends, but their love is but a vapor, measured in fleeting laughter, in words quickly spoken, in the breaking of bread, in joys that pass like the evening tide. Yet you have remained in the silence, where no speech was needed, where...

  And it came to pass that I, the boy, was walking in a forest. This forest was nothing but darkness and shadow. I was afraid of the darkness, too weak to continue walking along this trail of sorrow. So I sat down for a moment, choosing to slip into a deep sleep—one from which I had no intention of returning—and so I slept. When I awoke and opened my eyes, I found myself in a new place. And behold, I saw the gates of glory before me, towering pearls gleaming with heavenly light. In that moment, I knew where I was. As I stood, still stunned by the sight, I noticed a figure beside me, a creature unlike any I had seen before. This being radiated light like molten metal, glowing with a brilliance I could scarcely comprehend. It had six wings—two veiled its face as if shielding it from something Unseen, two covered its feet, and two carried it effortlessly through the air. Its eyes burned like fire, piercing me with a gaze that filled me with a profound, ancient knowledge. The creatu...

  To the Lector: A Psalm of Reflection by Blake, contemplating the passage of time and the search for renewal.   A new age beckons me, For soon I will approach a milestone Closer to a man of great age Than a boy of youth.   Hairs have begun to fall from my head, And the glory of my youth fades from sight. Soon, I will celebrate my golden birthday, A day I will see but once. I will cherish it and find joy in my Creator, For Yahweh has been good to me All the days of my life, And I will rejoice in Him forevermore.   The days of being two score and three years have ended, And this saddens me. I stand as an elder among the youth of Gen Z, A generation I perceive as spiritually weak, Which stirs sorrow within me.   Men are consumed with vanity, And women, seeming mere copies of one another, Distress my heart. How can I guide them, Being the most advanced in experience And possessing wealth beyond theirs? How can...

A Psalm of Deliverance from Evil To the Lector: A Psalm of Blake, beseeching God for deliverance from the evils surrounding him and affirming his love for God's law.   O Lord, encompassed by evil's dark tide, It surrounds me, in its shadow, I abide. I look upon it with disdain and disgust, In You, my God, I place my trust.   The sins of the world, they crowd and press, Drunkenness, lust, profanities, and pride, they oppress. My friends, dear to my heart, have strayed, In darkness, their joy and peace fade.   Evil's allure, a fleeting, deceitful charm, But it brings only harm, cause for alarm. I've tried, O Lord, to show them Your way, But in sin's grasp, they choose to stay.   Your law, O Lord, is my heart's delight, In its truth, I find my path bright. I've danced near sin's enticing fire, Forgive me, Lord, for my misplaced desire.   But You, O Lord, have kept me from the flame, From sin's burn, I am f...