Be ye transformed

Do not let burdens steal your joy

Engaging in activities that re-establish and expand my intuitive faculty is more than just a dream. That helped the quaking fear of flopping subside- naturally and a lot of the things I dream that did not happen because of fear are re-presenting the offer of “you can do it, dear, yes you can! Of course most that is now accomplished with my spirit of originalness!

I did not even enjoy the thrill that came with the possibility of actually getting my dream pass the thought stage The fear gnawed at my ‘I wonder’ moments as the word impossible kept making it frequent visits and for a long time I remained in the comfort zone Talk about discomfort in the comfort zone! It was so horrible that I decided to take baby steps away from it.
About a decade ago and until a few years I sat down one day and decided to rescue those ‘I want to… before I die from the clutch of the ‘impossible’ disease. That did not really help as much as I thought because all it was a list of things to do and a lot of trouble. I took an adult step and perked it up by putting a frame to it. I made progress- small but very rewarding. Enough so, that I was inspired to attempt the more adventurous dreams Well by then they had moved from the dream category and making its way to I know I can do it. My life became more exciting. I began filling it with accomplishment after accomplishment. I think I cranked it up to giant size scenarios when I began to imagine living my life backwards

Among the things I have done is conquering the most dreaded fears. what if I drown and what if I get hit by a car racing the amber light while I am waiting for a safe moment to make a left turn. what if I fell on the slopes trying to be Canadian. I skated in the ice rink, I rowed on the lake and yes I was at the light waiting to make a left turn. None of the things I feared ever came to pass. Had I kept replaying the consequences in my mind, I would have never left the discomfort zone of fear. Instead I would have died from the fear of drowning or of dying and obviously die wondering what if I had taken the chance instead of succumbing to chronic fear

I chose to live in spite of the fear. I did not do those things for the trophies and bravos or a perfect driver’s record I did it to face my fears- those bloated nothingness

Before I could get out of the comfort zone and attempt conquering those zombies, I had to retrain my thinking. I began writing my own affirmations to encourage me because after I wrote them down I needed to fill the empty pockets before more fear tactics invaded the space fear freed me the day I signed up on the dragon boat team. Had I keep telling myself that I could not swim and swore that no one will catch me alive in the middle of a lake on a boat, I would not have conquered that fear I did not care whether we took the cup to work the next day I already had mine The plaque was a bonus I don’t even know who has it You see it was team effort and rewarded as such And that is more important than where it is

It was not long after that I stopped envying the motivators who conquered the CN Tower Stairs…every one of them. For someone with no endurance training to match those stairs, the race started after I climbed the equivalent of eighteen stories and then the test of letting go of fear began. You see, I used to live on the 18th floor of a building where taking the stairs was the best alternative to waiting forever for an elevator ride.

The CN Tower challenge ends officially when you are two flights away from the top. For me the challenge end when I was remotely close to those two flights of stairs because I had already accomplished my aim It did not matter how long it took me I did it I even surprised myself when my timer displayed a record of 40 minutes and 11 seconds The value is priceless And wait till I tell you about my ski trip The person who had so many layers during spring and fall during her maiden year in Canada was skiing downhill for her lunch wearing only 10 % of the layers that she wore back then. That was long time ago and still it feel likes now whenever I recapulate my life in search of the good times

I remember the day, about two decades years ago, when I called the Seneca College information line after I heard that it was minus 40 degrees Celsius the night of a final exam The voice on the other line told me to just bundle up and be on time for the exam Boy did I pack to take the next flight out! Instead I opted for a perfect score on the test. Did I get it… you bet! But more than A+ grade was the courage that I did not know existed in me amidst all the maladies At that time, the weather conditions or the thought of failing did not matter

I am not saying that everyone has to have those experiences nor should anyone dare venture out the way I did

Spending some time with one’s self and discover the person deep inside; not the temporal benefits with its fleeting highs

Be true to yourself and dare to honour you, love and respect you- your accomplishments as well as your moments of brokeness. Doing this is not a symptom of depression or grandiose but rather it is the transformation and healing of the mind

When you trust that I don’t have to plan your own program or have anyone else except your OmniGod plan it for me is what I think it means to be of this world but not of it

Had I waited for a better time I would have been lamenting the many things I could have done and can no longer fathom doing because the body will not let me and I would be full of fears and regret. Life would really be sweetless and stressful living would murder and kill my spirit and I would not even consider what I can still do and the things that I can now do and do even better. The way earth speaks is no hanky panky bootie talk

It’s really a marvellously sweet idea to carpe diem!

That is my intention for giving, receiving and sharing.

Inventory Time

So many opportunities appear wrapped up in disguise as trouble, failure, mistakes, and punishment that cause souls to be skeptical, often giving up on all kinds of possibilities especially when engaging the victim and judge attitude..

What I have learnt and still continue to discover is that life’s challenges are not just a way to fuss, or is it force, the mind into a pool of pity, shame, guilt and feeling of worthlessness.
Life situations provide opportunity to reach in to one’s soul and use the power and the strength and the courage that is packed in spirit to overcome the negative feelings and allow life’s tangles to transform experiences into positive outlook, thereby encouraging mind to remain in tune with authenticity.

Do not let burdens steal bliss is what I have attained from life's bruisers. I make a daily agreement with my heart to keep the victim and the judge out of business and keep spirit and soul in charge of presenting all kinds of possibilities that makes mind honour its integrity

Hello, this is doubting Thomas here!

Angeal-Eyes

I look at you with utmost respect and admiration of how you pursued your honest doubts; after all you gave my story a good rap. We give curiosity a good name and heavenly fame

You have conquered the world’s biggest fear- finding truth firsthand and then agreeing to hang out with it; it’s likes meeting Jesus alive and then putting your hands in the holes in his hands, feet and side. And like Thomas teh doubter trade your doubt for pure awareness

Indeed that puts all earthly royalties at the bottom of the ocean

Kudos, girl!

Emotional emulsion

A present feeling of a forgotten past is an opportunity to attend to the lessons that keeps re-presenting itself for completion and fulfillment

For the sake of resting in peace before my finite form finally sinks back to the belly of the earth I take my final walk through hellhole

The way I used to pick and choose attending to life situations was to pretend it was letters on scrabble board. I could shuffle, exchange, miss a turn, make a small word or score even one point and amaze myself at triple point highs.

In the emotional game I would throw back the biggies and attend to the anthill and figure I will have a better time. Just like I used to expect to have a better set of letters to hit the triple score so too I needed more energy and courage and perseverance and discipline to emulsify the boogies that continued to grow

It is amazing how this simple network of energy can become complex and complicated. I am eager and patient when it comes to unraveling emotions as soon as they creep up and out of and mix in current life situations. Another lifetime of the same lesson because I chose to play life like a game of scrabble is not life’s idea and I certainly do not want a lifetime of yesterdays to invade today and start poisoning tomorrow. Therefore, I emulsify the emotions so that they are easier identified, clarified, dissolved or rebalanced and harmonized. That makes emotion like a fine tuned orchestra of a Symphony

I suppose that is what is meant by playing the hand; and a stitch in time saves nine and, in for a penny, in for a pound

Knowing God firsthand!

Jesus overcame the tomb by mesmerizing scholars!

Mankind too can overcome the tomb by mesmerizing systematic beliefs

The Angel of Death is always ready to sweep away the residual debris hiding out in the mental chambers by swallowing everything that frightens its flock

When Jesus foretold the disciples that everything that threatens them is under their feet; he was coaching them to use their whole person, senses and all, to figure out how he, Jesus successfully did that. He knew earth is his friend and his breath is his enigmatic companion

one breath at a time- in God’s world

it is only in hell kingdom that multitasking tries to make itself appear sensible

energy release in such fashion only adds to earth combustion- hell’s fumes and heaven’s bliss do not make very productive microorganisms

and earth can handle only so much overload before it begins to relieve itself

knowing how mother earth loves it, is another reason to cooperate consciously with the cosmos- one breath at a time

I AM

Good day Angeal-Eyes

I AM that I AM is very pleased with you and you know that and believe that from a heart in it is pure state of consciousness

Bravo for hitching your wagon of dreams to God-big dreams; God’s big bang, if you will

I know that going back to Earth’s womb was really like a camel going through the eye of a needle

Had I continued allowing you to build my destiny strictly by literally linguistic interpretation life would eventually snap from rigidity.

Scripture speaks in such a way to make personal application of Ancient Wisdom flexible enough to apply to each fragment of God called humanity.

Breaking loose from this bondage called hell as experienced on earth is what Resurrection and Ascension into heaven right here on earth means to you and it is all good with me

When God used the analogy of hitching one yoke to its wagon; personally you believe that he was speaking on behalf of Mother Earth’s intention to help her out in providing all the essential for humanity. You always sense the connection between Earth, Nature and God. For one, Earth teaches without as much as a care for what humanity throws at it. You have made mention of this in many of my previous entries here.

When you choose to not rumble to God, God thunders to get your attention. You are now sold on your very own concept of calling God, OmniGod and Mother Earth. That explains why Father time need to be submissive.

It’s good to trust that!

Mother earth’s dream is big and humanity has been endowed with helping her to fulfill the ultimate dream to provide and care for all of us. Now you read and deploy Psalm 8 with awakened interpretation of vocabulary. It is earth speaking symbolically as God. Remember God is God and can do anything, so if God wants to use Mother Earth to make a poignant point in a simple way that even the babes and the suckling of the awakening/transformation process called daily dying to our small dreams and join Earth in her big dream, then believe that God has every reason to use Mother Earth- be it in human form or plant or anything Mother earth can give birth to. This also makes you see why the bible refers to human as earth and being the salt of the earth. Salt in the human cells is very important in keeping the protoplasm in tact. Maybe that is what Jesus is implying by saying the eye cannot say to the rectum watch out buddy I can see everything; it knows fine well what can happens when rectum constipates and goes on strike!

From all this Earth School lessons that God had really promised that one day She will explain to me is reason enough to keep my perception of what is in constant flow and rhythm with the moment as it unfolds according to Nature’s Intention.

What is true to you today and applicable to me now could very well be detrimental to one’s health in another lifetime- lifetime here can last one breath or several breaths, it all depends on how long it takes to get the point and take position in sync with the cosmos

And so I continue to urge you to scrap personal dreams and trade them for a seat on earth’ ride as it spins and plummet and balances itself as it knows best how to.

It’s now back to the classroom. Today’s lectures are taking place smack between your eyes and I don’t want you to miss a thing!

December 23, 2008

Peter’s Prison Versus Lucifer’s Lockers

How could God give something and then take it away

Why would a God who needs humanity as much as humanity needs it promise life everlasting and then watch humanity slave, labour, and toil in vain to acquire what God has given to mankind as dominion

Why?

Holy hell dogma is one belief-that-needs-relief system

And God, the very god that they cooked up is about to regurgitate right back into the crook pot of hell gate-keeping creed; it is already happening and the stone, which was rolled behind hell’s dead end tomb, blocks all hell exits from its creators

Compared to Peter’s Prison, which was purifying and pacifying; that is a jail that makes going to heaven with no eyes and limbs a good thing. Talk about weeping and gnashing of teeth when their very own judge victimizes its adjudicators

If that is how God is going to provide amnesty for the trapped souls waiting to die to get out of hell through purgatory

Then let the flood loose, Mother Earth

Invisible burdens- heavy cargo

Invisible burdens- heavy cargo

I have come to realize and accept that I am responsible for my now all the time, knowing that the moment is best directed by my RomeoGod. I am also responsible for how I almost allowed the past to determine and undermine everyday happiness. Most times I did things with my spirit a little half-heartedly simply because I wanted spirit to always let me know what’s up ahead before I decided to cooperate with its intelligence because I had become very doubting even of my heart

How could I not have discarded God from my life when all she used to do was punish, punish and punish. Who needs a god like that in their lives? Certainly, not me! I must say that I would have not made it to this intersection had I not dismiss the teachings and vision of a god that was made of bile which I know for sure does not exist

Testing God’s love for me was the most invisible and heaviest assignment handed from hell kingdom institutions. How could the God who loves me so much be so much against me and how long do I have to exist considering all the list of things that are in the forbidden corner of heaven? There is no way that this creator or creature loves me or human beings for crying out loud!

The sad thing is that I was punishing my spirit- burying my soul in anguish as I lamented the thought of not being good enough to receive even a glimpse of my Creator by believing someone else figment of imagination instead of mine

Was I wrong!

I know now that spirit had all good intentions for me all along; it just had the scariest ways of showing up. Thanks to insight of hindsight I am grateful for those circumstances because they helped me to recognize the presence of omnipotence within me. I firmly hold on to the saying that ‘from the darkness comes the light’ and “from the darkest nights come the brightest days”. It is for this reason that I have become smitten with the God who loves, the God who heals, the God who never forsake me.

I intend on honouring the harvest of the years spent in agony and the experience while living in the valley of desolation, even though I still feel a bit disappointed about all the energy I exhausted fighting with God until I understand that letting go of false ideas was the easiest way to unload the invisible burden of finding God. My search for truth is what led me along narrow paths, wide lanes, and detours to God and that was nothing compared to the heavy cargo of despair and the panic that arouse in outrageous attempts to evade life and invade the soul with disorder and set the mind and body on fire pretending to be claiming lives for God meanwhile depleting the immune system

Enthusiasm

The yearning to be all that the heart knows all too well is paramount to living a life full of vigour though matter what is the true propeller of our being

The gripping dialogue between the heart and the mind is strong enough to create a holy tension to enable harmony to work in agreement of being a part of the cosmos. Sometimes my role seem obscure and severely surreal to make any sense in the grand performance, yet I am convince that this is exactly what the universe needs to thrive. I had, once upon a time, dedicated my life to edit God’s script when things seem to me that God had completely gone offline; off course. I paid a dear, dare price for that- still the cosmos used my toughness to soften and dissolve that stone hard determination to call it wrong, bad, silly and drunk, yardy, yardy. Maybe I had too many Paul of Damascus cells floating in my life force; that and maybe my Moses component were in a constant clash with Jonah and too much ignorant version of Jesus and God.

Thanks to my enthusiasm to know Truth and pay the price, I am well and dandy with whatever OmniGod says or does not say.

That, in hindsight, was what I have been after all my life and will continue to want to yearn for the rest of my lifespan; the peace and acceptance of knowing that God cannot not love me just as I am and, all my generated goals could and can never substitute for that incombustible, incorruptible desire of my heart.

Enthusiasm continues to capture my imagination of the All-Possible Holy High Jehovah Jubilee first hand, on earth, which is heaven in disguise.

I am thus happy to have been so worn out by life otherwise I would not have given up my puny plans in exchange for the real stardom of the Master Stars-Maker

Honeymoon continues

Successstories in a way that makes earth rumbling sacred revelry makes me want to just play and play and play on way deep down in mother earth’s womb where I am safe from the perils of time.

Earth and I are having our very own Romeo and Juliet Moment and nothing compares to how intimacy interweave mind and heart soul and body

That is the kind of intimacy God had been setting me up on rendezvous and dèjà vu that my mind is beginning to fathom as sensible while courting heaven on earth stewing in hell.

Oh happy day when mitote dissolved its maya and landed me in Shangri-La

That calls for a toast now...now...now!

Here, here!

Here and Now... I continue to

no longer need to shield my emotions and moods

let kindness and goodness shine through my efforts

cease agonizing over mistakes and accepting its lessons

forgive myself for allowing myself to be treated unkindly

give up the days of roaming in the wasteland of confusion

enjoy a stroll along the oasis of tranquility and serendipity

remain attentive and obey whenever silence speaks to me

fast from feelings of lack and feast on availability of plenty

saturate my life with the magnificence that surrounds me

dissolve all negative feelings about my physical appearance

surrender the need to manipulate the outcome of situations

relinquish nervous excitement about things I cannot change

trust the goodness of life to bring about the right outcome

erase negative mental recordings and imprint positive ones

soak in the sweetness of life and assist in my body’s healing

take time to honour and celebrate all my accomplishments

stop clinging to ideas that no longer assist me on my path

make a pledge with myself to live each moment here now

Unlayering layered emotions

Thought by thought
Idea by idea
Mood by mood,
Provoked conditioned persona
Imprisoned spirit
Masqueraded mind

Like a caged bird

Thought by thought
Idea by idea
Mood by mood
Evoked emotional evolution
Unimprisoned spirit
Unmasquerade mind

Caged bird is free

Life’s ledger of accountability account

The cosmic computer is constantly processing information at unbounded awareness swiftness. It timeless version of computing data is always precise and of fresh input and output as well as backup in its infinite memory bank of intuition to be accessed in an instant as experience.

Keeping earth on its axis, gravity on its planetary pedestal, every star, cloud and atomic particle and each knows exactly what it is designed to do to keep life’s ledger of accountability accounted for by maintaining their position and role to know when and how to function in and calculate the importance of balancing the storybook of life

Life knows that humanly speaking, it takes earth an enormous time to come around full circle and pay day seem like forever unendingly delayed so it gives its most evolved species of life- the ones who are most concerned with everything that nothing else makes a big deal with Life about- the choice to be patient and persevering and full access to itself and treasures to use wisely.

Many homo sapiens decided that Lucifer is nothing but a devil waiting to repeat its Adam and Eve stunt fail to see that Lucifer sting-cell is as present as Jesus death and resurrection story

Since timeless computer has no undo button or delete or giant erasers or ink out or white off no fancy paint to graffiti over graffiti, then the obvious thing is to wait, wait patiently for earth to spin around and with one sweep wipe away every default that is not of its nature of default and voila- a fresh start. Strangely though, there seem to be some help in the meantime just like the manmade computers have geeks and squads. Fresh beginning are new every morning so I suppose that instead of waiting for the earth to make a complete revolution the same opportunity can be benefited from by reviewing the budget of life and the essential expense of living and use it well, like the man in the story who went ahead and invested the twenty talents that his master gave to him. Instead of waiting to go to some opulent life to cash in or trade in or dissolve my chips why not deposit it in the vault of happiness and let it generate interest in my growth and development account.

After all when one door closes a window is still left open. In health and safety terms it is called the emergency exit.

The everyday activities of daily living like the bees and sparrows; moon and stars and clouds that hang over continuously defying gravity I stroll along in the vault of creation gathering riches that last until ad infinitum; keep my expense in balance with life’s budget- patiently and perseveringly because I still have a lot of living to live

Selah

When I stop and think of my motive for stalking Earth looking for clues about its destiny and how I am to be on my best alert to assist it, I ended up in the belly of creation. she immediately employed me full time as one of her assistants in the creativity centre of her world

Some of the things she let me do were so amazing! she was unsuprisingly impressed with how much I could remember on my own since I had left her womb

Stuff like:

Finding pathways for success
Seeking answers for questions
Probing life for meaning
Courting God for affection
Searching heaven for logic
Inspecting hell for evidence
Calling angels and saints for ideas
Observing matter for experience

Reading minds for knowledge
Pursuing hearts for truth
Gleaning spirit for resource

Applying Ancient Wisdom to modern day task

Following her every step of the way

Being with her night and day as she continues to coach me to will myself using her formula: whatever is true, whatever is honourable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things."--Philippians 4:8

selah

A sequel to the day before

For matter of the heart, trust the heart
For matters of the intellect, listen to the mind
Never mix up the message of mind with the murmurs of the heart

any mumbo jumbo that makes sense on a personal prayer premise without the smanshee will help decipher which is which… Wisdom knows how a confused child thinks it thinks it should behave

And that a confused child knows that something feel funny when the heart seems not so smart,
yet still sincere

Oh perfect day, oh perfect day!

Waiting for the perfect day to master the art of filtering worry from every cell in the brain so I can carry on with rebuilding the temple is like waiting fro manna to fall from the sky without the wrestling with God while en route to the promise land; it is like a baby waiting to be told “ you can begin to walk now- that baby would still be waiting.

Just like the digestive system knows which enzyme needs to breakdown the steak and which mineral each fruit and vegetable should deliver and how to convert sugars to glucose and how the brain knows exactly when it is running on less than ten percent of its fuel so as to help the heart distribute the energy supply to each molecule so too God knows how to enable the mind to filter out prayers and when the heart is to weary and the spirit energy is low then God knows exactly what to do; that, inadvertently, is the time when we summon God to come in…

…in the meantime

pray
pray with out ceasing

worry will eventually get the hint when it starts to wither

there really is no such thing as calling God’s name in vain

well to me, that is not what God means “calling his name in vain’

that right there would make God a cruel clone

Gotcha!

Problems: the cutting edge of success

Problems present the chisel that awakens the vast vault of awareness and provides dramatic sanity-saving solutions that regenerate, revolutionize and resuscitate humanity, maintain integrity, divine law and order to provide new ways that enrich the perception of situations through the lens of reality

Seeds of opportunity germinate and wise action spurt from open mind just like sprouts shoot up out of the soften earth in spring; just like the grain of sand transformed to the Mother of Pearls; just like the cocoon metamorphosed into a flambouyant butterfly; just like the corn which was forgotten in the oven overnight at Kellogg’s factory became the crispy flakes served for breakfast; just like…

Problems present a whole lot of opportunities for successful sustainable living once the label and stigma is removed from it.

Where are my fresh eyes? I know I have them somewhere; I have lots of problems to redress, readdress so I can extract the gem

There they are

Now let’s see what more I can still salvage from my eighteen-wheeler trailer load of oops!

When hopes and dreams get crush…Look out!

the lesson is already ripe for harvesting

just like the grapes getting pressed and wondering what good is that all about! hey Buddy listen up, it took me a lot of pruning and grooming to get me this juicy you know, so be gentle!

the juice begin to flow even faster and the next thing the grape knows there are wine festivals around the corner and wine and cheese making meeting and gathering are becoming big hit even when the gathering attracts some just for the wine and the cheese. I won’t touch where some wines may end up dreading to go

all I can say is that grumble when it looks like the dream evaporates right as it seem to have been come to land on your well done list; grieve if you must; you can even hold on because there is always another realm to a dream well tended and trellised. Just like the vineyard tend the grape and makes sure the trellis is strong and well ventilated so to living the heart open to conceive new dreams will yield the best fruits.

I did not always see it like that and even when my heart told me to trust it, like the grapes I figured what good is that!

I sometimes still scream like a child who is snatched from its festive waving at the moonlight and winking stars to go to bed, except the squealing lasts less longer as time flies. I have developed a new treatment for episode of letting go to make it even more fun and acceptable. I call it a breakthrough and another invitation to a new way of looking at things. When the hen shits instead of laying an egg in time for my supper I just still say thank you because I know the egg is coming maybe right after the hen relieves itself
Eggs and grapes- sounds kind of like a strange comparison, metaphor if you will.

Well, I am still plucking tender juicy and sensationally sweet grapes from my crushed clusters of dreams

I call it healing wine of acceptance; of unconflicted love; of uncompromising surrender to trust the still small voice when it says hold on and when it says let go

The beauty of parables

They make one think
They make one see more than words can ever do to make magic complete
They have many origins and meanings
There is no absolute right or wrong
Its’ all up to the mind and the mind state
They are new every reading
They shift but never themselves get shifted
They are amusing and irritating

And they work

Jesus used them so they must have meant something even in his days of his age

Jesus says, “The stone the builders rejected…

… wasn’t me

I had to check my prescription to confirm that they were the right pair of glasses and check in the classroom to see who else was in there to make sure that Jesus was talking to me and that I was in the right womb

Turns out I was in the womb looking for answers on what I could at least receive from my assignments that I handed in to the cosmos. Not that the cosmos has mid term, final exams, right and wrongs answers or expression and emphasis and perfect penmanship or vocabulary or sentence structure or even proper citing, attendance marks or anything such thing. Just the inspiration in knowing the status of learning and unlearning that’s the best part about Earth School!

The stone that the boulders rejected was themselves, not me Jesus. I was no stone; at least the last time I check I the God man was flesh and blood with a spirit that I chose to obey

So why did the scholar refer to it as a stone?

That’s another thing I love about Earth School, I can as many questions as I want even though I have to figure out some of those answers with my own imagining. It’s all good

In the world of thought symbolism has its way of lending to the inspiration of imagining. That is the magic of philosophy and I happen to be a pro in that class while like you, doing my PhD in Earth School.

The other thing is that people sometimes fail to see themselves through heaven’s eyes, some are even afraid to imagine them supping with God

They are like Nicodemus.

Does that help?

Jesus is checking with me to make sure I understand and even risking to help to compare it with what I was near to just accepting without further a due

Imagine the glow that illumine my invisible halo and wings; I knew I had good reason to resume active participation in Earth School

Refusing to listen to reason and consciousness causes a lot of hell to flourish in heaven on earth; reason and consciousness is what needs to be the cornerstone of any life worth enjoying abundantly

Well the responsible rebel respectfully accepted Jesus personal download in my mind’s womb. Ghee I guess I have two wombs- one to procreate babies and one to create my originality and they are both very fertile

Well Hallelujah

The ‘Jesus washing of his disciples feet

My personal meaning behind Jesus scrubbing grime from between the disciplines corny, clammy, callous claws was no modern day way treatment for athlete’s foot.

Setting an example Jesus was already sure would make some of his disciples stray from doing or even considering was his way Jesus would be betrayed as being such a houseboy. Jesus knew that his story would be treated like a mat to wash dirty feet made as a means to follow his footstep for false feasting of fame and famine.

That is why Jesus never wasted his life arguing, defending, explaining or justifying what the heart already knows how to do.

So it is not on Jesus blood that anyone should depend for salvation strength to roll the stone of hell that pretended to block the grave. It all has to do with imagining

Maybe that is why children love to enjoy animated story telling and not just reading for facts gathering which means nothing when it comes time to rolling out the stone behind the tomb of the mind as it applies to the fray of the busyness of living and hurry up dying.

Journaling

Now that I no longer have reason to fear the voices I can see and enjoy the benefit of journaling.

I used to always not want to write anything on paper even though I was encouraged to believe it was for my eyes only.

Talk about distrust to the nth degree.

blind trust, the all too familiar relative caused a lot of havoc and the mind made a pact to help me never forget those blind test drama. Of course the mind was such a crook it brought on my real enemies- fear, anxiety, nervousness, worry- that was a biggie- and it pretended to be my friend so it would engage my brain in active remembering of … each time I decided to empty it so I could let creativity use my mind to do better things than worry, chase away my life and keep God in a closet

I recalled the visits to the naturopathic doctor. Many of my debriefing appointments ended with the prescription. Take care of yourself. Until one day she looked me in the eyes and asked. Do you journal? I almost stomp out of the office; instead I told her that I did not like journaling. I tried it many years ago and it did not work. It just forces me to go where I do not want so please do not ask me to go back there. She said” I am not asking you to go back there I am asking you to thank it and see the lessons it taught. I said, "Oh I am doing that". I am asking the one who caused it all. I write to The Creator, mostly questions though but i wirte. She said okay keep doing it. You are not telling the universe anything that spirit does not know. So go ahead and keep well. write anything that pops up whether it made sense. i smiled and said i am already doing that too. she smiled and she told me, welcome to journaling!

then when I had enough courage to let the monster out, trusting began to tremble at the mere thought of me considering it and its relatives kept reminding me of how good I had it. it did not matter becasue I was spewing out my emotional knapsack before it crushed me and that is all that mattered.

Indeed the locust of time can never eat away at what God puts in one’s heart as a life desire

And

emptiness precede filling up

emptiness can also preempt more emptiness

it is a choice to discern the heart’s desire

just like worry will wither it is inevitable that the sting of past pain, disappointments and failures will no longer hurt when the thorn of the flesh, lances

that’s my heart’s desire

and the same story that panic used to frighten me is the same story that fuels my tank of joy and holy high hallelujahs choruses

Amazing!

It is awesome the way God uses something I do not like to make me do something I enjoy.

I am not fond of typing
Not fond of it at all

I would not sign my life away to type for living

Yet the mere yearning to want to capture my aha moments makes typing my fingers friend

Next time I do not like something I will know it is just what I need to help me do what I would like to.

Thanks to whomever upgraded typewriters because the typewriter way of producing was one of the reasons I used to wonder who want me to give up my passion for writing. It turns out that the person was encouraging me while waiting for its successor.

Penmanship was a great helper too and writing essays that allowed me think creatively, they were helpers too

Even a small lesson in hindsight school is revealing wonders!

Waking up the musician in me

Reveling in tune with earth’s rumbling is something I am convinced that I was jiving to when class was one too many repeats even while connected to the placenta and imagining how the sperm could teach me swimming lessons without goggles, life belts and fangs.Needless to say, I am a naturalist!

My dad was one original carnival custom costume maker. I suppose for dad prelenten freedom was always a safe time because it was socially stamp as appropriately acceptable to be oneself and then later religiously reprimanded for it.

Like me, my flesh and blodd father had some weird ideas that came full circle during carnival except I did not need a costume. I arrived alive in one already custom made! and I never needed to wait for prelenten barcanalcarnival because for me, every day Earth rumbas according to the universe is what I call ‘my kind of carnival’. Decades later it still is and I can already with insight and instinct proclaim 'it is so' as long as I am a physical being and life is life.

That is the biggest difference between me and my dad who has long gone to ad infinitum and I am sure is dancing in ways that still make earth rumble and rumba waylaylay except he does not wait for carnival nor need extra costumes...way to go dad!

That is why I believe that spirit never dies and always know what best for its offspring

Carnival or no carnival I shake my very own made rainmakershaker and I make that thing squeal and gurgle and two-leg jumping never pumped more energy in me as stomping on one leg while resting easy on the arm of my chair

There is much more ready and esoterically waiting for their turn to come out from behind my curtains of ‘so what if I am weird’

My like mother, like daughter traits

My mother always appeared to me as the shy one who is not afraid of letting out the squeal in her

My hearty laugh will continue to echo the world just like my mama’s. That, I am holding on to for dear life!

The servitude style; that’s another ball of wax

For a long while I patterned that trait to a t and got very good at doing except I started falling apart and I had to one day ask her. “How the hell do you that; how can you keep up this hiding in the shadows from heaven and still be at peace even though you were falling apart?” Her silent and intent look was sufficed. Putting herself on the back burner all the time; I still do not know how she did it!

I tell you God alone knows the pain some people carry inside and why!

Whatever her source of faith, I respect it very much if it is helping her make it through the day. It took me a very long time to accept all things as necessary for my own good

Since I did not want to let her die wondering like I thought I would have to die wondering, I have made my peace that since spirit cannot die there is no fear of the need to regret making choices and taking chances knowing that God knows. Probably that’s why it is fine that some things are still in the shadows. The mutual respect is our silent approval to be true to one another because after all there is really no reason to measure her parenting ability and sacrifice against the world’s roster because God already knows!

Sickness severed the servitude style in both of us. That’s another thing we have in common though manifested in some ways differently; some are , oh well some are maybe the residual trait that we continue to drag around lifetime after life time, hyper blood sugar and high blood pressure. That too we have in common

She carries in addition her very own sickness I have my very own and that already is too much to carry on and to pass on to posterity. All in all it took genesis and revelation to round up the book in the bible and so all that had brought her and me in God's creation is the same creator and that I have accept without arguments!

Another confession from my bag o secret of not so secrets

I always longed to have my own tribe and always I kept putting it off because I was afraid I would be afraid of speaking the truth in love to them and was petrified of feeding them the same diet and menu that I had to ingest

Of course I disguised this truth with many superficial reasons like:
Not wanting to not have enough for my kids
Not wanting my kids to not have everything it needs and even wants
Not adding to the burden of Mother Earth
Not being good enough
Not being ready
Not fiscally fit
Not wanting to do it alone
Not sure if the child would like having a sperm bank donor for a daddy
What would I do what would I day what I should not say or do
The number one fear was having my children taken away from me
Or having them to also be given up for adoption and not knowing why
or helplessly watching them get in to trouble that I help create with the choices that I made or help make that is trickling the time capsule

That was tough place to be and tough place to not be for both parent and child(ren) and life
That was a lot of hell

My famous line often was a big hit joke among my friends was that should I have a daughter and after disciplining her, she was taken away from me, she had better not be a teenager on her period because even the pad she woul dbe wearing would have to stay with me when she was escorted to a better chamber in hell; because naked she would have had to enter the womb of hell kingdom

I know my sense of humour is sometimes too raw for the social mind but who cares; I know it was a lung and heart mender because we often laughed till tears fell from heaven eyes

Sacrifice comes in many forms
Some sacrifice truth
Some scarified the longing to know better
Some sacrifice their meal ticket in heaven to satisfy hell hunger
Some imitate Jesus without the full manual and with overloaded courses and case loads
Some traded earth school
Some trade their intelligence and doubled up on hard labour to make up
Some did many, many things and will do many more things as long as they are earthling in heaven making there way out of hell
Some sacrifice the baby for the bath water
some sacrifice the bath water for the baby
And the good thing that always comes out of each is lessons for self, for fellow human that have come, gone, long gone and return and those that are now here even in nowhere

That explains why the only thing that got me out of hell of childless and tribeless is I will have many children in another lifetime and this is my consolation

I knew God would make a way out for me out of that dark, dark hole
I may not be happy to be be patient not yet having my own flock and may have to wait another thousand years to be fit to turn sperm and egg into flesh and blood and spirit but I am at peace now and that peace is too much to sacrifice even if I were a Lamb or were hungry for a bowl of soup

Many prodigal son moments

The son who remained loyal to daddy was getting angrier in green pastures maybe wishing that he had his brother’s gall to break tradition… to disown external reward and merit the intrinsic gratification, even though at first pilgrim boy did so unreasonably, according to tradition

Daddy though amid a breaking heart of having expose his obedience to consciousness knew that the most silly ideas somehow already contain the seed of unilliness so daddy trusted that he knew he could not save his son from his own life lessons

Still there must have been false guilt and shame for doing the right thing and he endured like he was having his very own ‘Father Abraham’ moment

Sometime obeying God seem like most absurd command that tempts one to curse the heart and in so doing curse its very lifeline.

God had to have known that would be the consequence but God was more interested in preparation lesson that can save lives from the very peril that lured sonny into impatience ingot

Prodigal had to endure life lessons that he never fathomed would have been his ticket back to heaven or in layman terms- freedom

I mean when life present its bottom of the bottom at the bottom lesson this is no accident to kick to the curb of the mind and continue to curse God.

I mean, it is evolve or die, surrender and live- life or death- build or destroy. And then of course there is reasoning and there is pride, which I translate as integrity, you know, the good kind of pride that taps you on the back. That even though my body is falling apart I am still a child of God and my Father can at least hire me back as his servant even if it is as wristwatch if I am not fit to touch another of his hard earned profit.

Wow

That is a classic case of humility, if you ask me.

I do not know how old that son was- for my sake he better have been younger than me and if he were older, boy he sure was one brave soul to not be afraid of doing the right thing
And daddy
I have just two words for daddy… thank you

And to loyal son

Brother’s gall made you spew out a lot of bitterness that was no longer necessary to help own your real inheritance; it must have been hard to work and keep up with all this thoughts twirling in your brain cells. I can imagie your liberation even though you may stil have had to toil in the hot son and wait for what may have been forever waiting for daddy to breath his last

Acting out was just what you needed; in fact acting out was necessary for all of the right reason of the kingdom aka your sanity!

Though mostly hindsight with fresh eyes

Maybe after loyal son freed his hard drive and brother recounted his pig-feeding job and father confessed that he never slept without wondering what son was up to and God and holy happy ghost and Jesus saying ‘here ye here ye’
Bravo! The only real outcast was the burden of condemnation that was transformed as the ticket to redemption for whomsoever will

When what I wasn’t looking for came in full view

At the pace I am going, I have a lot of confession in my mind to transpose into words and maybe my finger will get more accustom to typing the right letters at the right time, unafraid of its error prone style that often was the way I bumped into new words.

I always knew that I wanted to share my original birth story that scripted how life unfolds in the womb even while I am floating along in form.

I just was already so weird; I did not think I could getter any weirder

And just like that

I am weirder than I have always been and this is the real me. Nothing I can do about it that I want to so as to give that up! No way in hell; and heaven, well heaven is already having an ad infinitum party and I have not even started kicking dust

Like God I take a good look at what I have accomplished and say

Very good!

Listening to heart with unbounded trust

Very, Very Good!

So you see, God loves a tough warrior and will reveal itself in full view of private audience and public performance accordingly!

Some how I already knew that

And kept fighting God and shadow until I recognized the real opponent- a mind of hell taking up residence in my many mansions in heaven. It is like coin with two faces- Caesar’s and God’s; like the mind’s ability- good and evil- evolution or death

Stork News!

I recently gave birth to quadruplets.

Their names are:
http://liveplusdirect.blogspot.com/
http://soulfulviews.blogspot.com/
http://affluentaffirmations.blogspot.com/
http://lifelessonsandmessages.blogspot.com/

Unlike human and horses, gestation period spanned an unruffled and labourious decade

Once past the pangs of contraction, the content within these blogs gush out of the womb of creativity and onto the WWW.

Mother Timeless and Father Patience are contended with the offspring. That means that I have to nurture these babies fervently and responsibly

God continues to breath its spirit into my mind and through my fingers and godability. http://angealeyes.blogspot.com/ is happy with her siblings. All is safe and well!

Going back to the womb

Now I have grasp the lesson of the eye f the needle and going to heaven without an eye or an arm; I return to the womb with great ease, thanks to the power of imagining

With God all things are possible. That’s a darn right natural statement for bold eagles who remain young and strong as it elevates with composure to commune with the clouds and for pretty gazelles who stride the mountain steeps, gracefully

I better get back to the birth canal and see what God is up to today; maybe I might just hang out with it in there and watch how it creates babies.

Those once-upon-a-time annoying triggers

The many thorns that pierced right through and got to my nerves were very testy and the memory storage disk was full and in heaven more disk space means emptying the one that is currently in use. What a task! It’s like deep sea diving for fish

Everything I needed to learn and thought I had to learn in heaven were schedule on campus hell and the timetable was subjects and lectures and seminars on all the bad things that brought me in the furnace en route to redemption

My debit and credit were grossly imbalanced and no amount of overtime hours on the job could suffice to afford an accountant who has no idea the stakes that were involved because in Gods’ world only the student knows already what needs to be done.

That is what I learnt when I began to stop procrastinating taking the subjects that I had to take in hell kingdom. Since it was this same hell kingdom that tossed me out into the world of grinning and grinding and gnashing of teeth; then it was the same baby in the same bath water that I needed to help me purge my self off orthodox rewards with little value to help me in heavens’ stock market in the way that I like it- unorthodox and very original.

I already knew that I enjoy unorthodox even before I slipped out of my mother’s womb. I just lost it when I was introduce to how the world out there and around here likes human creatures to behave.

That was my foreign language lesson 101 in what is termed differently according to psychologists perspective for human creatures between ages of 0-3 years outside the womb as if pre zero which is where I learnt everything fresh and live does not count

Some very intelligent brain cells must have really learnt that 0-3 is the best time to domesticate the wild because it worked!

or did it?

Sadly though not many conscious creatures unconsciously joined the clan;\.

Many enough just waited for the right time to take off the heavy yoke and that's when stepping into hell voluntarily is the best way to redemption. Waiting until the breath lives the body is too much work and too much anguish and too much hell too much damned- and even innocent, suffering!

And since I firmly believe in evolution, had always believed in evolution only it was one of my deep secrets that I somehow did not feel to desecrate by inquiring openly in hell chamber of justification and condemnation during Sunday school, catechism classes and homilies and sermons that out rightly banned any thought outside of it precepts and dogmas...like your sign is the sign of the cross not of astrological planetary alignment. What I know I must know even when I had no human concept of why there is something more than what I can explain. Because hell never made sense as opulent afterlife without options except dangling in purgatory, which is rightly the period on earth, when postponing what can be done now for hope that it can be exempted or substituted later. I decided to stalk God if that is what it was going to take to understand and know myself so I can be like that God who made me lower only than itself. I even wonder about that statement more consciously knowing that I am courting God. The motive now a days though is not defiance, it is just plain honest doubt; and God already knew that!

I see hell on earth while in flesh and spirit as students opting to take summer classes as an advance qualification for credits as a head start to higher institutional academic learning prerequisite or as a plus way of getting in- a survival of the fittest strategy designed using divine law. That is why it is both easy and challenging to tell the difference between pure law and imitation law.

The same is with paying my heavy fines to my having lingered in suffering science seminars way past the end of the period- that, I had to pay in full and the sooner I started the quicker I paid it off. That and the fact that God never adds interest to ones debt, just more lessons and patience and all the time I have breath and should I not have enough breath, God is God I will learn it somehow; so dying quicker by living in hell longer is not a practical plot for my life. Thanks to Jesus’ principles I had a few debts wiped out just as scarlet was transformed to pearly whites when the shrewd manager helped out some of his assistants so he could lighten his own load

My mission is getting clearer and clearer- have even a inkling of an idea why I am here in this lifetime learning all the lessons I need for the next lifetime here on earth is like God at my beck and call. This is a truth that set me free from the burdens of hell while I continue to not only believe heaven is here right now but to enjoy it in full.

That brings time to the point of a secret that I had needed to confess more largely; I say much largely because sometimes I admitted that to parents who I felt safe with letting them know that I envy children or used to envy children who always took the risk to test their character in refiner’s fire even when it did not quite them out of hell.

Maybe it did or I would not have felt that twinge in me saying that is what resilience does and no need to envy them because they do it openly; one day you too will do it openly just not in the child size body.

And so each child I saw throw a soul relieving releasing tantrum and then either quietly accepted its failed attempt knew somehow that is was okay and still safe would drift off to sleep; maybe it was sliding back into the womb where it got all what is needed. That is sweet consolation for a child in an adult body full of childlikeness to carry on with the domesticated process knowing full well that this too must pass!

That may have very well been why my envy turned into admiration of little big people- somehow I always was and will be a little- big person. It is called childlikeness, a synonym I use to apply to the word heaven.

Transforming triggers to treasure is the best use of experience. Maybe that is why I laugh at the triggers that always dug their thorns to puncture conscious sound reasoning. The many bruisers in hell were like the lance that pieced Jesus side but was not enough to keep him in the grave! Just like Jesus what may have appeared to overpower him- his God-man spirit, had no power to disturb his mission from Father Timeless and Mother Earth

That is all the Earth School recess I have for now!

Back to the campus to assist Earth on its mission in its personally designed curriculum pour moi!

Intellectual abracadabra and spirit abracadabra

One is dependent on another and both are necessary before one can proceed

First, the idea/thought
Then the word
Followed immediately by action and,
Tada
Result instantly manifested

That is how creation started and continues to evolve providing the ratio of intellectual abracadabra to spirit abracadabra is 1:1

Increase the probability of intellectual abracadabra and the result is topsy-turvy
Increase the possibility of spirit abracadabra and the result is able to restore equilibrium

Healing happens in many ways

Letting go of false evidence appearing as reality, I press on and experience more of the fullness of being a dynamic, enthusiastic participant in life

Taking responsibility for my own life is empowering. Knowing that I can never be defeated by circumstances soothes anxiety about individual life situations and universal events by partnering and using divine law of ancient wisdom and applying it in everyday life.

When I feel a dream is mine even if it may appear to be impractical, I exercise the faith of a baby and liven up my imagination to accomplish unfolding the seed of the dream into its unlimited potential. Faith then sustains me throughout experiences in life to harvest the right outcome.

The very vital requirement is trust and after medicating on the last verse of palms 138 I release it in the earth of my spirit and watch it grow.

As a keen writer of my active thinking, I use the power of words and creative expression and all the treasure of God-given ability to passionately conceive my inspiration and breathe life into my imaginings. That inspiration I intend to share along the way is not limited to the written word. The more important and most effectively yet challenging way is through action; walking the walk is what make me sometimes wonder if all I could do and would ever master doing, is talking the talk. Once I began walking the walk I began to be even more compassionate to those who are fearful and grateful for the heroes who modeled and continue to model that walking the walk is a very gratifying gift to oneself.

As others read and take this information into their hearts, they learn, discern, and are inspired. What I have to share may be valued at the time or become a gem for posterity.

Each day I reflect on my contributions toward my own well-being and the well-being of humanity.

Being in now mood

Constant putting ‘now’ ball back in the bingo bag is quite an ordeal of no deal.

Not everyone wants to play this game of collective coocooness all the time or for very, very long, not even for its bonus offer- trading the now for eternal afterlife

Constant craving - be it feeding on past hurts and melee or hounding God for future glory- is just what Jesus may have meant as the thief

Listening to and believing voices that keep wanting to remind the courageous heart of what can happen when demise is out to get the better deal on life and always at the heels...so race...

I sense that the death certificate registrar may very well have to consider unhappiness as a new category for cause of death.

cause of death: natural causes arising from unhappiness would be an appropriate disease category to override suicide
here's another good one
Cause of death: personal troubles arising from social troubles or social snags of personal problems

When mind is creative, alert, nonreactive and remains calm spirit does what she has gotta do and death does what death has gotta do

death can go on observing the panic-causing coocooness of, “keep in mind, lest we forget” and the mind is tagged as a burden on the system, thereby treating the same people who represent God and country as a heavy yoke

some kind of reward for ‘keep in mind, lest we forget’

keep in mind that Jesus Christ has died for us and is risen from the dead
yah
if he is risen from the dead how comes each sin nails him right back?
you couldda fool some!

Spirit songs- soul satisfiers

Singing that comes straight from one's heart with musical accompaniment or just lungs and windpipe tempo give the lungs such a generous serving of oxygen that the body perks up as the source of all life force empowers every cell of the body. Energy rushes to and energizes the brain.

The result

A natural high on a roll with no meddling life-tangling role- make that, ruler

“Fertilizing ‘daffodils’”

Dead or alive, this is the best role anyone can live to perform to a t and enjoy it to a t too

This is what I can come closest to comparing the everlasting vineyard and vineyard worker whose business never files for bankruptcy; is always harvesting fruits in due season; and never ever have to anticipate going out of business. Not even death can defy that certainty

That too is my best idea of training grounds for schooling me on how to “fertilizing ‘daffodils’”. Dead or alive, I am always qualified. Considering that I came as dust and must at some time, ready or not, return to dust I would think God had a fabulous idea to facilitate the process for which I came already qualified to perform

The seasons- signs of the times-help the vineyard and vineyard worker to prosper and also to alert when to plow, plough, sow, graft, plant, transplant, root, uproot, pollinate and wait, wait patiently for Harvest day, amazed yet never surprised at what it can yield!

The how is always subject to remain to divine array

Consequently, which came first- do I die then, fertilize or; do I fertilize, then die- is totally irrelevant in the Kingdom, and rightly so!

Maybe that is what St. Paul was approving when he said that, and I paraphrase; if I die, Hallelujah and if I live, Hallelujah

It took me almost half of his lifetime to begin to want to personal this proclamation. A totally wholesome-character-honesty-truth and the mind was bent to not working with me in fulfilling my desire to personally find a way to make life reveal meaning in full living colours set in blinding array

Age, ageing, aging, growing old, dying, death are absolutely perfect states of the mind. The way this death thing is milking for all it can manage to try to yield, I tell you!

resilience

The spirit - a very liberated servant and genteel partner

Set spirit free and it remains at one’s beck and call- obligingly. Give spirit a chance to direct the course of intention and mind receives just what it yearns- an extended holiday so it doesn’t have to work its tail off on empty

I recall the many times my brain just lay in waiting for Life to drill me, boss me around and tell me how to do what to do and Spirit just waited patiently providing that there was no emergency before I get its message. There are times I felt challenged when figuring out who is waiting for whom. It took much patience, gentleness and determination to discern the difference. This is how I learn to both trust it and trust myself and commit to my personal agreement its definition of teamwork

Sometime I feel that spirit is up to something naughty when it appears as though I am having my way and it smiles and says, “gotcha!
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It uses me to get out of my way and its way. I used to not like when it does that. With more dots along the way I began to get it!

It is like it is saying to me step aside and gimme a chance to show you what is in store for you before it ends up in heaven-on-earth jumble sale.

I got to hand it to the spirit. It also is one tough cookie and it continues to teach me the need to be unshakable when it is helping me push against and right through walls just the branches of trees growing right through around barricades

Spirit - a very liberated servant and genteel partner…can’t do without it, can’t be without it!
Jesus’ disciples would call this message a parable. Jesus would not necessarily respond to their querying minds, he would just let them figure it out each on his own time and semantics

The mind- a very stubborn servant and humble helper

Give the mind an edge and it will take a long holiday of wanting its own way without its leash- that is both its forté and forté gone haywire

Spirit always has to hone it to get back on track and review their agreement on teamwork

Collaboration has received its fair share of bad rap
Free Spirit too has receive its fair share of bad rap
Sometime even I feel challenged- mistaking one for the other

Still give spirit a chance to direct the course and mind agrees that it can cause havoc sometime innocently and unintentionally.
It took much patience, gentleness and determination to keep on making the mind understand that it works best when spirit is at the will.

Sometimes it gets its roles in impeccable order and other times it is so testy.

It always like to feel that it can lead better than spirit until it meets the most impenetrable walls, often made of flesh and emotion

It stays put thinking that at any moment abracadabra will strike the wall and it can continue solo. Spirit sometimes lets it, so long as it is a safe time to help it think for it self and often time it gets the lesson and turns around and immediately volunteers to resume it humble helper’s role. One would think that the mind would get it without having to renege

I got to hand it to the mind though; it is one tough cookie and it continues to teach me the need to be persistent when helping spirit push against and right through walls, which happens to exist only in the mind

The mind: a very stubborn servant and humble helper…can’t live with it, can’t do without it!

Jesus would call this message a parable; I call it a paradox of the mind

How much is enough

There are some details that must remain between God and consciousness. No priest, policy, liscencing fee, laboratory proof can condemn what is ‘for God only’ to accredit

God knows all too well what the mind can do when the I.Q peddlers want to solicit and trade inside information that is out of its reach and out of its league. Why else am I supposed to be reminded over and over again of Adam and Eve, of world debts, of upgrading permits, of the braincells malfunctioning consequences of the corral? This is to me a tactic gone stale. And Jesus’ crucifixion, not that this may not have been how Jesus breathed his last but to continue to torture the man like that. For crying out loud, let his soul rest in peace and find something else to craft a paycheque.

I think that is why God made me enjoy silence while in the womb- a very powerful tool when used to still the mind. This is a lesson I had to relearn after my brain got banged about on its way out the womb and then thereafter in corral chambers- the first attempt of unconscious competence called labour and birth, the second attempt named social assimilation into civilization

God knew I would come to venerate during vespers in a language that I did not first understand and boom! I learnt the importance of when to meditate and commune with the weird voice I thought I had left behind and was happy to know that it followed me and kept persistently following me.

That is why talking with myself aloud and in quiet is not my idea of symptomatic hearing of voices and talking to and with intution simply because this very intimate intercourse with Omnipresent is forbidden as being ‘normal’ behaviour.

If this insanely sane fact aptly describes God’s best communication style with me then I proudly accept it as a bonus of intuition. To hear God and proclaim this hallelujah testimony from the mountaintops and listen to it echo in the valley is something that I do not want to give up!

I knew from that moment that I am too precious to belittle myself. I intentionally made the decision to honour my personal conviction and communion with mindbodysoulspirit in a manner that keeps me commonsensical, content, crazy. I also to accept the quiet voice of wisdom and agree that it is absolutely important to not always speak out loud to the invisible especially when mind antenna is disconnected from the cosmos connection

I know for sure though that God cannot function in a vacuum and therefore always has a way out, around, under, over and even through and most time within according to divine law so as to download the necessary components to assist me to make it through Earth School

And so I thank you to all the voices for following me out of the womb and everywhere I am

That much is enough to keep me plugged into Life’s outlets and stay tuned for cues when to speak, when to simply observe and allow inherent wisdom to continue honouring its agreement to repair and rebuild my personal wall of Jericho and Jerusalem by the Rivers of Babylon

Agreeing to disagree: this is no sin at all

Even ripping a bible to shreds will not land you in a Jesus death style ultimatum with God.

Scripture confirms again and again, “heaven and earth will pass away and the Word of God still stands

I believe that when Isaac blessed Jacob in the blind trust tangle of deception God knew why and also that when a blessing is given a blessing is given; no one can take back that blessing. The same way that what God had decided no one can undo; only God can

Breaking a cross is not a curse for eternal damnation punishment

the sin is not the confrontation

The sin is, avoiding the opportunity to encourage healthy self-expression and appropriate self disclosure that could very well discourage throwing the baby with the bath water

Because of the burden of judgement the bath water is often mistaken for the baby and sometime the baby chooses the be mistaken for the bath water

The way confession has been misrepresented may very well have had more ill effects than salvation salve

Also, wanting everyone to fit in the same tunnel of temptation to miss the mark of God’s bull eyes can cramp the purpose of living on God’s terms and conditions, willingly. Still that is inexcusable in heaven and on earth

Maybe that is why Jesus warned his disciples or, shift gears, maybe he was actually informing them up front of the disciple dealership- foxes have hole. The son of man is homeless!

Jesus always stated the truth; his discipline were never in a jam because Jesus failed to share his clairvoyance- maybe from all what he experience during his thirty years of silence.

Solomon, Jeremiah, Ecclesiastes et. al. did not butter the harsh reality that continue to slide down the tube of time

I can better stomach the biblical stories that make my eyes want to pop out from their socket; stump away from God’s Presence and miss out on the richness of self expression and agreeing to disagree, harmoniously... you got to be kidding

I strongly believe that agreeing to disagree can encourage growing optimally and reduce the fear of making a mistake or the needless need to hang on to false sense of guilt

There would be no jails, no religious superiority, no division, no election, no conformity, only lots of roses with prickly thorns adorning their petals and opening up to sunshine of everyday life

Maybe, just maybe; maybe that is why the bible was written the way it is! and not that God meant it to be used as a tool to conceive fear of God's wrath; instead it is to show the difference between how God uses its power and so reverence and use it wisely, knowing that God cannot take back its faithfulness to do good and use all things for its good

This is heavy responsibility to humanity from God; God must have a lot of faith in humanity!

DNA: divinely natural attitude

The efficacy of this Angeal-Eyes innate definition of DNA eliminates my wading and waning conviction of God. Ever since I retired from the mind of yo-yoing from beliefs to disbelief and proceeded to establish my own episode of Credo in unum Deum I echo the walls of my heart and of course the mind in choruses of Gloria in excelsis Deo

Same tune-different attitude

I think choosing for myself without the blood-coated Jesus reason for adopting it make a whole lot of difference

So too, defining DNA to a mind that is hell bent on making spirit believe and acceptable of dis-ease is now more and more willing to embrace the fact that I have DNA inheritance as designed unique for me by the omnipotent creator

This ‘do as I say’ was something I had trouble with even during God and me time in the womb. I always had my hand up and sometime I did not even need to nor have to; God always knew that I was not afraid to ask questions because that was a very fair way to develop my Godabilities; God already knew that is the best tool in my DNA

Is it any mystery why when I kept and keep asking Spirit what I am here to do, I used to feel like I am always in hot water and getting steamed, broiled, boiled and roasted and even fried in hot oil for doing what I know is most pleasing to God; and God was never on the scene!

Is it any sin that I wrestled with the mind even though it kept tricking me to believe and think that I was fighting God-the unum Deum

Unum Deum always knew best. That ultimately makes my wrestling with God a dead leaf spiraling from its life support and the mind finally gets it! I think that when it saw how the dead leaf was becoming manure it got the point and the big picture! Thank God for using a leaf and not a life to prove a point to the mind-it cannot always fight with God and win-that is not DNA

I have since forgiven the mind; spirit has washed it with hyssop and my DNA is sparkling clean- it always was, anyway. Those many Credo in unum Deum and Gloria in excelsis Deo paid off. After all, it is a good idea to always keep the baby- in layman term: the lessons and memories of healthy DNA

It can save a life, many lives from the fangs of illusion!

Jesus life, as I understand it, first hand

Hitting a few wrong notes; kicking the ball in the opponents net or airballing a few free throws way out of the loop can shatter human ability and never dare scratch anyone’s integrity. Physical perfection and intellectual intelligence simply cannot replace God’s details of good judgment.

When God uncovers its evidence to reveal its purpose, even at enormous costs to itself, I know that God is serious about character and that is always the heart of the matter

Prominent sports writer Grantland Rice words “When the Great Scorer writes against your name, he writes not if you won or lost, but how you played the game” sums up the returns that makes intellectual intelligence honour accountability and live life according to divine law and let God have its way

I call this my personal Jesusian approach of the realism of his story

Always too soon to quit

Rest is a must when the going feels like carrying a cross from which the nails have obviously already rust

The pieces keep falling

St Paul made a recommendation that once personally understood make a whole lot of sense that stops my squealing

“Press on”

Is that why God uses a shopvac instead of the mini dust buster to unclog areas where its life force is trapped?

Is that why the refiner’s fire heats up to the nth degree Celsius yet never burn me to a crisp?

Is that why when God’s rips and strips away ugly attitude buildup and cleans up its temple that it seem like the works of magic to some and the works of the devil to some and it doesn’t faze God?

Is that why the heart wants to safeguard itself from life-bruiser without hiding itself?

Is that why unveiling the mind is necessary once God is given the two thumbs up access?

Aha!

Now I know why God has been so patient with me. That doesn’t sound like the Jesus and the God who is waiting for me to fall so it can crush me with its big toe and flick me off like a dead firefly and waiting for holy ghost to escort me to the fire that really burn

When does 4 and 4 not add to 8 and still feels like 8?

Age is indeed just a number

Removed from psychotic time, independent of clock time and uncontrolled by psychological time life is a gift that defies logic, theories, examinations and explanations

That is why one day I am as old as God with experience that makes me a veteran of life and the other day I am as amateur as the sperm that just met with an ovum- protected by, nourished by and in communion with the same God that is older than time.

There is no going up the hill, going over hill or gone over the hills for me. That confirms why I was always and continue to be so confident that I will not die because of old age or even disease- timely or untimely. I will just transform when God wants to have another round of remodelling the clay to satisfy cosmic conditions

I may come back as an oak tree or the ocean or nimbus clouds, maybe nimbostratus- I haven’t quite decided yet! Goliath sounds like a good idea but a stone in the middle of my head… nada. I can contemplate Jesus only if God erases the death portion…maybe. Samson sounds like a good use of energy and since I have made no-hair my choice of hairstyle and since that also continues to impress God very much, maybe I will come back with tresses spreading gold dust as my organic locks drag along the asphalt… who knows. I could very well be the sun- nice choice, still undecided…

Oh well, I like the idea of becoming the sun- absolutely a great choice!

Riding the waves

Oh I cannot begin to find the right words to pay for riding the waves and no amount of gratitude can suffice to describe how grateful I am for having ride the waves and for vowing to continue riding the waves

Now that does mean it gets easier as my mind had once promise me as it topped its voices over spirits groans to vow also to see me through and take me to the celestial clouds to sup with the cosmos.

Back then riding the waves was no small matter and Jesus testimony of all things are possible with the Father was no help either

It is my very gutsy gut that spirit used to win my intention and glide me off to meet and reunite with myself which was disguised by associating too much with mind. Talk about topsy-turvy PMESS

I was afraid to swim in real life as if maybe I had opted out of swimming in the embryonic swimming pool during my sacred stay in the house of many mansions with the creator of the embryo.

I think now that I had a hard time with God’s style long before I made my way out from the womb. Maybe I couldn’t take it anymore and God said very well carry on… I got plans!

And once I got our to face the world without proper suited Armour I wanted to go back to the womb through the eye of needles to revisit Gods agreement and agree to sign the darn thing. Thankfully, God had plans, something I did not quite hear since I had already stopped listening to him before taking on the riding of the waves decision without life jacket or fins

This with God all things are possible taunted me for a long time and for a long time I thought it was a joke to haunt me for not cooperating with God and refusing every dance he proposed in the magical dancehall of many dance moves.

Maybe that is why I still have no care for formality. And I never cared.

I guess I used to show up for God assignments and appointments always dressed for the wrong occasion. Though matter what, I was always dancing and singing in a style all my own! That impressed God so much that it always smiled and said “very, very good. I create Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis whole, complete and very, very good!”

God never took its attention off me. Of course I thought God did, when spirit used the sparrows to teach me good and plenty.

Anyway, God does have plans long after the eviction from the womb and the pilgrimage does not have to be suffering or regret for not having gotten things right from the start. Then and again since God had all things right from the start and God knew that I was one determined, respectful, responsible wild child, God could count on me when the Great performer needs such a personality outside of the womb. The thing is, after I left God’s verdict/discipline chamber I always left thinking that God does not like the mistake it created. There is absolutely nothing worse than feeling rotten, unworthy and a big mistake of the cosmos. It took me many lame dunks through the hoop of the eye of the needle. The camel part was more for coaching me how to make it through the desert more than the eye of the needle thing; in every case both analogy helped. That, by the way is another thing God gifted me and I was able to master it with little instruction. Making p my own analogy and my own explanation for its analogy. This is a classic case of to each its own. In hindsight I am realizing how impressive God had always been with me- one on one. God always approved its purpose and work of art in progress. Just like when the potter decided to make another vase that sometimes even outshine he’s original idea, God cannot help but be happy with everything that has breath and life. I suppose that is why spirit looks on the inside for confirmation of Holy Ghost presence and communicates with Holy Ghost to know what move to make or not make.

Riding the wave is something God knows I am still working on even though it is in a handcrafted swimming pool.

I am finally riding the waves, unperturbed the way I could have, which now I know for sure, I cannot could have

Hindsight lesson in an instant

No more eye-of-the-needle stunts without God’s Armour; although eye-of-the-needle stunts works, it is not worth the irreparable wear and tear

After all, the minds needs the spirit and body need the mind and the spirit.

Experiencing exuberant ecstasy

Being the inquisitive soul with many questions that I feel can only be answered fervently through travel, exploration, observing and experiencing a variety of life situations is a fitting way to experience and enjoy heaven on earth. Freedom, independence and the right to follow where your heart and gut-instincts lead you in life is a vaudeville act worth entertaining before fertilizing daffodils

Rigid routines and choking contracts are deadly to soul imagination, hence being an Earth School student all life long reveals my great love of nature; enabling me to meet a lot of people presenting a variety of interesting experiences.

A few months ago I got this strong inkling to drop everything in pursuit of a way of life that is the complete opposite of the rigid routine of choking contracts. That felt like a death unprepared for- I think that is what I aptly describe as untimely death. It was time for a new lifetime without the physical dying, regret, remorse or recrimination

When one has the moment to do the things one needs to do, the mind goes into squealing style. Inevitably; still do the right thing you know you need to do at the moment you know you need to, because inevitably remorse will swoon away, dauntingly and all that will remain is delightful surprises of unexpected pleasures and new insights

Daring spirit flying in the face of confusion and criticism with a love of adventure and a knack for spreading joy, encouragement and enthusiasm takes me places, doing things I can do and enjoy wanting to do.

NAEF this is soul speaking

Unspoken excitement continues screaming in your mind as spirit woos it from its woes and keeping it focus on resplendent visions of the sun, moon, stars, sky, clouds, seasons.

At times you used to push yourself trying to find the right outcome to a challenge and all you succeeded in doing is stalled me and make me intervene in ways that made you seriously proceed with a divorce from me.

Often times your mind interpreted that Soul is too slow and feisty or quickly passive; hence boosting you only to make little progress in staying still and know that all is well, as it is and I all you needed to do is that which you used to believe that you should give up doing- rest and heal

The good thing is you continued to pray even though it sounded like grumbles as you reminded me of all the valid reason to cut ties- indefinitely; I already knew how much you doubted this, that and everything, almost everything about me and you willingness to at least know that for sure. Then you could accept me, and, accept yourself and your birthright from me.

Somehow, well I know just exactly how, you kept the window to soul open- sometimes just a very tiny crack. But you know, spirit makes it way even through stones to deliver answers and solutions just like that!

Either someone will say some thing to you or you over hear some thing that make a whole lot of sense or not, an article will showcase multiple choices, one of which is the best appropriate answer for you; hindsight will nudge you to look through your life-files arcade or the ‘remember when so and so shared a personal story that helped you along the way’ will tap your intellect; a sudden aha moment spring you to action or no action. Or you, in your wanderings, you bumped into something or ended up somewhere just as you need only then you were least expecting it or in a way that makes magic a religion inagurated by the cosmos. And the best part is, The best part is when your heart makes so much sense that it defies your five senses.

Wadada

You understand that you had been trying too hard to simplify an already simplified life; you kept thinking that there’s gotta be more to God than that, more to heaven than that; more to belonging and fitting in God's team!

What a relief I see in you as you renew our marriage commitment- a daily resolution to be happy you left the womb and all the ‘wombs’ where you tried to hide your heart and its desires and all the ‘wombs’ where you thought you’d find a way back to me

Isn’t it amazing to know that the whole time I was already what you wanted me to be and all the wrestling and looking and searching was so you could reacquaint yourself with me, and prepare you to enjoy the reunion? Not that there was ever any severance between us. I know that the scripture declares that I created human a little less than God. that however does not imply that there was something you had to do to hang out with me... never!

What can I say?

I am happy you took the opportunity to know that much for sure; I am ecstatic that you are mine and you have accepted me to be your numero uno on our terms! I know that you wanted no other way!m

The return to innocence...again and again and... again

Childlikeness curiosity and trusting shake up the mind in a way that only innocence can- always eager to know more and ready to fill up the senses with new discoveries to old inventions.

This willingness to freely ask awe striking questions makes the child and childlikeness experience oneness with the cosmos. Simple things capture the attention of inquiring minds with zealous hearts- vulnerable, yet never frazzled.

Trained later to treat life so seriously that the same interesting world then feels unsafe, unlovable and insecure; and the same cosmos is turned into a monster that must be dreaded.

Lies pose like truth and the mind twirls about like leaves in the autumn breeze waiting for decomposition day except that the leaves know no fear and the mind by then is warped with fearful thoughts.

Thank God for the ability to crawl into the soul where truth continues to grab the attention of the childlikeness curiosity with an excitement about bonding with the ‘unknown’ as if somehow convinced that it is very familiar. And it is!

The thing the longer the mind has lived in the social zoo the less it is inclined to remember its true nature- a creature designed to be like God, something that the return to innocence can evoke and reclaim.

Some days I believe that it is a one-time shot; spirit gentle nods me back to reality…and I nod in agreement

That indeed, can be a life long process…

Sometimes I wonder why I ever left the womb

then and again I would never have had the chance to try out the camel through the eye of a needle calisthenics and knowing what it feels like to wander away from 'home'

Happy Wedding Days

Dear Angeal-Eyes

I am here again today to present myself to you as I renew my daily vow to nourish your heart’s soul with love’s endless compassion

Time and gentleness can erode the hardest stone; so too, love and kind words can transform a person’s life perception

Just as those naked trees endure the cold winters; so too does the spirit persevere in tough times

This is what makes marriages last forever and evermore long after the honeymoon and those wedding bells

Pronouncing I love you means more to our lives than all the possessions this world has to share

So I vow to continue sharing and enjoying life together, daily. My whole being intends to love you just as you are and as you want to be loved

Your lifetime guarantor,

God

It’s a New Year

The countdown of farewell to another year is always a bit thrilling and a little puzzling. Thrilled to have one more year of experience; puzzled that timeless has no beginning and no ending but here I am celebrating the beginning of another year. Pretty schizophrenic- in a normal kind of way! Clock time without the ticking.

It’s a New Year

clock announced
midnight hour
in rolled another day

the expected
interconnected
with unexpected

joys of continuations
serenity of memory
thrill of living dying

Though matter what
moment unfolds
enjoy its offering

it's a new year
Gnothi seauton
each breath counts