Saturday, August 23, 2025

Christian ttrpg and roleplaying games and christian guide by Telle Wild Rose




 created learning/teaching/storytelling games for Christians.

-the fools journey takes you through an allegorical journey of a journey similar to pilgrims progress by john bunyan. its about the natural birth of man and the spiritual second born again experience. keeps the 2 jokers in the game, the first fool is the natural man, the second fool is the born again new nature. uses 1 card deck.

- in his image is a storytelling game also, used to help craft 'parables' or lessons to teach. it uses dice and 2 card decks.

- dnd or similar game added frameworks to make the games more Chritsain.

- game play rules for Christians guide: how to play anygame especially ttrpg or roleplaying games as a Christian is included here also in the "in His image file". can be used to apply to ttrpgs as well

Friday, August 22, 2025

least studies books of the bible: to do

Least-Studied Books of the Bible

1. Obadiah –
One chapter, shortest book in the Old Testament. Most Christians couldn’t summarize it if you bribed them with coffee and donuts.
(Theme: Edom’s pride and God’s justice.)


2. Philemon –
Tucked in Paul’s letters, only 25 verses. A personal note about forgiveness and reconciliation. Many skip right over it.
(Theme: Gospel transforms relationships.)


3. 2 & 3 John –
Tiny letters. People often flip past them thinking they’re “footnotes” rather than full Spirit-inspired writings.
(Theme: truth, love, and hospitality in the church.)


4. Jude –
Short, a little spicy, with weird references (angels in chains, Michael vs. Satan). Rarely studied, but packed with warnings and doxology.
(Theme: contending for the faith.)


5. Nahum –
Known as the “doom of Nineveh.” People know Jonah, but Nahum? Almost never preached.
(Theme: God’s judgment on oppressors.)


6. Haggai –
Only two chapters. A call to rebuild God’s house, but often overlooked.
(Theme: put God’s priorities first.)


7. Zephaniah –
Heavy judgment with a glimmer of hope, but it’s usually overshadowed by bigger prophets like Isaiah and Jeremiah.
(Theme: Day of the Lord + restoration.)


8. Leviticus –
People start their “read the Bible in a year plan,” hit Leviticus, and—boom—they’re out. Yet it’s deeply important for understanding holiness and sacrifice.
(Theme: God’s holiness & atonement.)


9. Ecclesiastes –
Not completely ignored, but many churches shy away from its raw “everything is meaningless” vibe.
(Theme: life’s emptiness without God.)


10. Song of Solomon –
Either skipped because “uhh, awkward!” or over-spiritualized. But it’s rich with imagery of love and covenant.
(Theme: love, intimacy, covenant reflection.)


Patterns

Tiny books (1 chapter or 2 pages long) = ignored.

Heavy prophetic books (Nahum, Zephaniah, Haggai) = skipped for the “big name prophets.”

Awkward books (Leviticus, Song of Solomon, Ecclesiastes) = often avoided because they feel strange or confusing.

Thursday, August 21, 2025

the demon is near, what goes bump in the night (look in the mirror) by telle wild rose


 *images by chatgpt


scene 1:


i woke up in a fright, 

from a dream of what goes bump in the night 

and truly what a horrendous sight, 

the grotesque creature lurking just out of sight.


Scene 2: 

was it real or was I merely dreaming, 

I try to keep my cool but inside I'm screaming.

the horrors untold,

my soul was its to hold. 


scene 3: 

I turn on the lights in my bathroom mirror,

I peer inside in anticipation, when suddenly in abject horror, 

I see a monster looking back at me,

she's wearing a blue dress, so much blue is all I see.  


scene 4: 

was I summoned or did she summon me? 

what is this strange creature of light staring back at me? 

she looks at me as if I'm the beast, the night creature,

I stretch out my hand towards her.


scene 5: 

I'm not sure what will happen when light meets darkness,

but I must know, must take the chance with this. 

wake up! this thing is sinister,

wake up! your enemy is near, just look in the mirror!

The Demon is near, look in the mirror, by Telle Wild Rose

The Demon is near, look in the mirror, by Telle Wild Rose. 

If you ever felt like your own worst enemy, you are in good company, sometimes a trick of the mind is just that, a lie, don't listen to it. 

great a many men have faced this same struggle, of the enemy of self, the struggle, the wrestling, the self hatred and even fear of what we may mess up next, The bible says this: 

Romans 7:14-25

King James Version

14 For we know that the law is spiritual: but I am carnal, sold under sin.

15 For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I.

16 If then I do that which I would not, I consent unto the law that it is good.

17 Now then it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.

18 For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not.

19 For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do.

20 Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.

21 I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me.

22 For I delight in the law of God after the inward man:

23 But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.

24 O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death?

25 I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.

our hope is not found in ourselves, but in Jesus Christ our Savior, look up, our redeemer draws nigh!



All the flowers are dead



All the Flowers are dead by Telle Wild Rose (shauntell rohner)
A small bud tries to blossom into something new
But a man stomps down and crushes the dream
Lower than the dirt underneath his boot, She is you
She lets out a fearful scream
Why does it have to be this way?
The season is warming up welcoming dying hope before it even starts,
When will she finally be ok?
When she passed she left a trail of broken hearts
Water, earth, and light, are needed to flourish
Deprived of all, now theres rot underneath the root,
The sun has fallen, the stars weep, and she wishes there was more than this
Looking around the bed of soil, she realizes sadly something is afoot,
A facade to fool the masses, surely
looking with a careful eye, theres beauty on the outside, yellows, blues and red
But the temperate of the air is somber and winter has come far too early,
Because as she looks deeper she discovers, all the flowers are dead.
Reflection: what areas of your life are dead or rotten? what in your life needs to be revived?
scripture meditation: Ezekiel 37:1-14
King James Version
37 The hand of the Lord was upon me, and carried me out in the spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley which was full of bones,
2 And caused me to pass by them round about: and, behold, there were very many in the open valley; and, lo, they were very dry.
3 And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest.
4 Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.
5 Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live:
6 And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the Lord.
7 So I prophesied as I was commanded: and as I prophesied, there was a noise, and behold a shaking, and the bones came together, bone to his bone.
8 And when I beheld, lo, the sinews and the flesh came up upon them, and the skin covered them above: but there was no breath in them.
9 Then said he unto me, Prophesy unto the wind, prophesy, son of man, and say to the wind, Thus saith the Lord God; Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live.
10 So I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived, and stood up upon their feet, an exceeding great army.
11 Then he said unto me, Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel: behold, they say, Our bones are dried, and our hope is lost: we are cut off for our parts.
12 Therefore prophesy and say unto them, Thus saith the Lord God; Behold, O my people, I will open your graves, and cause you to come up out of your graves, and bring you into the land of Israel.
13 And ye shall know that I am the Lord, when I have opened your graves, O my people, and brought you up out of your graves,
14 And shall put my spirit in you, and ye shall live, and I shall place you in your own land: then shall ye know that I the Lord have spoken it, and performed it, saith the Lord.
Encouragement: the Lord will give you beauty for ashes, for He is the God of the living, not the dead. He came to give you life more abundantly whereas the thief came only to steal, kill and destroy. but we are more than conquerers in Him. - Telle Wild Rose

The fools journey, inspired by pilgrims progress by john bunyan, by telle wild rose

 


*image by bluewater sweden on unsplash 


*video by alenta azwild on pexels

From the first breath of life i had a taste for wonder and adventure,
I was tasked by my maker to discover the meaning of life for myself,
and so began my journey alone along the road of life.

My first encounter after a long walk,
was of a man and woman,a father, a mother,
a king and queen in their own rights.
smiles a bit silly, and their funny little crowns were crooked.

they were welcoming all the same,
and I stayed and learned much after the how do you do's.
from father, I learned my own creative prowess of the here and now, and structure
and from mother, well, besides nurturing, I learned of unlocked potential that I must discover

My first brush of impulses,
pleasures in various forms I do chase,
good food, laughter in my belly,
and the thrill of a good time is all that's on my mind,
but somewhere amid the time of play, my mind began to desire more knowledge, not just fun.

And so began my second task, of my journey.
so on the marrow, I bid them ado and began my travels anew.
i come to a school of long held thoughts and beliefs,
from my innocent upbringing I am now thrust into this bold new world.
i read somewhere, that faith of a mustard seed could move mountains,
what more can I accomplish by increasing the knowledge given to me?,
first from my creator, then mother, then father.


i stay for a while, and then awhile longer after that.
my mind has expanded beyond what I thought possible,
growing in the knowledge and faith and all grace passed down to me,
I sit and ponder, all the knowledge of the world, and with whom should I share it with?

thus the start of my thrid destination,
love, in all its forms, is a thing of beauty.
friendship perhaps, but I yearn something deeper,
romance? no its greater than even this, something transcendent.
so far I have walked this journey alone, but what of connection?
so I stop into a holy temple, one of worship, and deep sense of unity.
this, its so close now, relationship, community and belonging.
i spend a fortnight here, among the praise and worship
and I feel I am almost home, just around the bend.

once, when I was a child,
I gave in to every whim, every thought and every desire,
but now that I've become a man, I've put away childish things,
and look forward now to the road ahead.
said some wise man once long ago. i think he had the right of it, in my opinion anyway.
I've come a long way from first breath, to meeting mother,father, and having fun.
I've made friends along the way and grown in not only stature but knowledge too.
from here I know what I shall do, I must test my strength, to see how I have grown.

and then my first, but certainly not my last challenge, finds its way to me.
mother and father have fallen ill!
oh! how I wish it were me instead!
their pain and suffering, cut me to the heart!
and soon I'm hearing of their passing.
the sorrow takes ahold.

i now ask myself why?
I've gone from friend to friend, searching for answers but none can satisfy.
then a voice...coming deep from within, beyond blood and bone and flesh,
its soul deep, Spirit to spirit.
"“What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator. Does a clay pot argue with its maker? Does the clay dispute with the one who shapes it, saying, ‘Stop, you’re doing it wrong!’ Does the pot exclaim, ‘How clumsy can you be?’"
white hot knuckled gripping conviction takes over me in an instant.
i cry out in this manner, words long buried in my memory spill forth
and I said:

“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
and naked I will depart.
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away;
may the name of the Lord be praised.”
In all this, Job did not sin by charging God with wrongdoing."

and more words spilled from my lips still:
"I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth thee.
Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes."

I fall to my knees in worship once done speaking, for I have seen and now know things too great for me!
woe is me, I am undone!
my old man has died to self, I must leave him behind, to grasp at the thing ahead!
for He from above says this to those in sorrow:

" The hand of the Lord was upon me, and carried me out in the spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley which was full of bones,
And caused me to pass by them round about: and, behold, there were very many in the open valley; and, lo, they were very dry.
And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest.
Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.
Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live:"

but alas I see another war within my members, threatening to undo all I have learned, who shall deliver me from this body of death?!
i hear a small still whisper like a sirens luring song, only this leads not to death but to life,

"And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left."

and suddenly all my fears are undone, my maker has made a way for me in this wilderness! aha! i cry, for finally I found what my soul was searching for all along.

the deliverer, Jesus Christ, shall save me not only from myself, my flesh, but that old serpant, the devil who tried to temp me
back to my yester younger years of material pleasures. but what to do with this greater knowledge and understanding?
surely I am not the only one He has called and tasked with such a journey, who shall go and tell the people?
i hear a commanding voice say: Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?,
Then said I, Here am I; send me! oh me even me o Lord!" and thus his final word and glorious burden to me is this:

"and Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.
Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:
Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen."

and so the fools journey came full circle, from first breath of life, to the taste of death and life again, and at one with His creator forever and ever. The end.

Wednesday, August 20, 2025

The Fool's Journey meets the pilgrims progress a short story, by Telle Wild Rose



*image from valentin Salja from unsplash: 



From the first breath of life i had a taste for wonder and adventure,
I was tasked by my maker to discover the meaning of life for myself,
and so began my journey alone along the road of life.

My first encounter after a long walk,
was of a man and woman,a father, a mother,
a king and queen in their own rights.
smiles a bit silly, and their funny little crowns were crooked.

they were welcoming all the same,
and I stayed and learned much after the how do you do's.
from father, I learned my own creative prowess of the here and now, and structure
and from mother, well, besides nurturing, I learned of unlocked potential that I must discover

My first brush of impulses,
pleasures in various forms I do chase,
good food, laughter in my belly,
and the thrill of a good time is all that's on my mind,
but somewhere amid the time of play, my mind began to desire more knowledge, not just fun.

And so began my second task, of my journey.
so on the marrow, I bid them ado and began my travels anew.
i come to a school of long held thoughts and beliefs,
from my innocent upbringing I am now thrust into this bold new world.
i read somewhere, that faith of a mustard seed could move mountains,
what more can I accomplish by increasing the knowledge given to me?,
first from my creator, then mother, then father.


i stay for a while, and then awhile longer after that.
my mind has expanded beyond what I thought possible,
growing in the knowledge and faith and all grace passed down to me,
I sit and ponder, all the knowledge of the world, and with whom should I share it with?

thus the start of my thrid destination,
love, in all its forms, is a thing of beauty.
friendship perhaps, but I yearn something deeper,
romance? no its greater than even this, something transcendent.
so far I have walked this journey alone, but what of connection?
so I stop into a holy temple, one of worship, and deep sense of unity.
this, its so close now, relationship, community and belonging.
i spend a fortnight here, among the praise and worship
and I feel I am almost home, just around the bend.

once, when I was a child,
I gave in to every whim, every thought and every desire,
but now that I've become a man, I've put away childish things,
and look forward now to the road ahead.
said some wise man once long ago. i think he had the right of it, in my opinion anyway.
I've come a long way from first breath, to meeting mother,father, and having fun.
I've made friends along the way and grown in not only stature but knowledge too.
from here I know what I shall do, I must test my strength, to see how I have grown.

and then my first, but certainly not my last challenge, finds its way to me.
mother and father have fallen ill!
oh! how I wish it were me instead!
their pain and suffering, cut me to the heart!
and soon I'm hearing of their passing.
the sorrow takes ahold.

i now ask myself why?
I've gone from friend to friend, searching for answers but none can satisfy.
then a voice...coming deep from within, beyond blood and bone and flesh,
its soul deep, Spirit to spirit.
"“What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator. Does a clay pot argue with its maker? Does the clay dispute with the one who shapes it, saying, ‘Stop, you’re doing it wrong!’ Does the pot exclaim, ‘How clumsy can you be?’"
white hot knuckled gripping conviction takes over me in an instant.
i cry out in this manner, words long buried in my memory spill forth
and I said:

“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
and naked I will depart.
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away;
may the name of the Lord be praised.”
In all this, Job did not sin by charging God with wrongdoing."

and more words spilled from my lips still:
"I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth thee.
Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes."

I fall to my knees in worship once done speaking, for I have seen and now know things too great for me!
woe is me, I am undone!
my old man has died to self, I must leave him behind, to grasp at the thing ahead!
for He from above says this to those in sorrow:

" The hand of the Lord was upon me, and carried me out in the spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley which was full of bones,
And caused me to pass by them round about: and, behold, there were very many in the open valley; and, lo, they were very dry.
And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest.
Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.
Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live:"

but alas I see another war within my members, threatening to undo all I have learned, who shall deliver me from this body of death?!
i hear a small still whisper like a sirens luring song, only this leads not to death but to life,

"And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left."

and suddenly all my fears are undone, my maker has made a way for me in this wilderness! aha! i cry, for finally I found what my soul was searching for all along.

the deliverer, Jesus Christ, shall save me not only from myself, my flesh, but that old serpant, the devil who tried to temp me
back to my yester younger years of material pleasures. but what to do with this greater knowledge and understanding?
surely I am not the only one He has called and tasked with such a journey, who shall go and tell the people?
i hear a commanding voice say: Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?,
Then said I, Here am I; send me! oh me even me o Lord!" and thus his final word and glorious burden to me is this:

"and Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.
Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:
Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen."

and so the fools journey came full circle, from first breath of life, to the taste of death and life again, and at one with His creator forever and ever. The end.

Tuesday, August 19, 2025

poem: hello, I'm anxiety

I'm the itch in the back of your brain,
Won't leave you alone,it's my little game
The shadow you had to glance at twice to see
The monster in the dark just beneath,
I'm the sweat dripping down your neck,
The fast heartbeat in your chest
The breath you hold, barely caught,
All your night terrors you've tried and sought
Trying to find an answer for this living hell
Your mind that's a prison cell
We've been here before
A knock at the door
Hello, I'm your anxiety

Theme song: rock bottom by citizen soldier 


Image by: Joice kelly unsplash
Poem by: telle wild rose 
©️2025


Devine Romance: smooth as molasses, sweet as honey, taste like chocolate

  DEVINE ROMANCE PIECE the Bridegroom (Christ) and His Bride (the church) Smooth as molasses, sweet as honey, taste like chocolate By telle ...