I can still only imagine the speck of dust after it got trapped in the oyster; at first probably asking itself: “what business did I have to find my way in an oyster, this is no fun.” “For crying out loud”, retorted the oyster: “what good are you to me; I cannot even digest you? You are such a pain in the gut”
A strange love affair, if you ask me; yet a match made in heaven!
That is just what I was thinking in the wilderness with ghouls that frightened my mind; some even attempted to take up house, sending me scurrying right where I needed to be- in heaven’s hall!
At first I was wondering “how did I wind up there!” When I bumped into OmniGod I was like “ holy, what is God doing here…this… this... this is … this is too freaky!”
Seeds burst forth to express new life in one hemisphere, even though for some, it is just for a few months. In another hemisphere the thaw begins to blur what once was Nature’s soulful and colourful tapestry. How do such things happen?
One baby is wailing, detesting life outside the womb; another wishing it were still dancing the Macarena in mother’s ‘dark house’; some eagerly stepping into adulthood and some enjoying the sobriety of eternal sleep. I am almost certain there are some who would love to want to return and sometimes do return to guide and instruct the ones in the land of the living on how to not worry about the after life. Some like, their biblical forerunners pleaded with Father Abraham to send the redeemed ‘weeds’ to caution their fellows left on earth. Why do such things happen?
A strange love affair, if you ask me; yet a match made in heaven!
That is just what I was thinking in the wilderness with ghouls that frightened my mind; some even attempted to take up house, sending me scurrying right where I needed to be- in heaven’s hall!
At first I was wondering “how did I wind up there!” When I bumped into OmniGod I was like “ holy, what is God doing here…this… this... this is … this is too freaky!”
Seeds burst forth to express new life in one hemisphere, even though for some, it is just for a few months. In another hemisphere the thaw begins to blur what once was Nature’s soulful and colourful tapestry. How do such things happen?
One baby is wailing, detesting life outside the womb; another wishing it were still dancing the Macarena in mother’s ‘dark house’; some eagerly stepping into adulthood and some enjoying the sobriety of eternal sleep. I am almost certain there are some who would love to want to return and sometimes do return to guide and instruct the ones in the land of the living on how to not worry about the after life. Some like, their biblical forerunners pleaded with Father Abraham to send the redeemed ‘weeds’ to caution their fellows left on earth. Why do such things happen?
I guess this last one rings too many bells of ‘morbidity’ in the physical world that clouds the brain. I will keep the focus on the truth that spirit never dies so that seeking souls will not be stalled in the process by listening to naysayers who preach and claim that asking help of the helpers who have gone ahead to ad finitum, is playing with the jumbie’s tail.
What nonsense!
OmniGod already knows that an imprisoned soul will do anything to regain its connection with what cannot die. OmniGod looks on the purpose of the heart! In accepting this simple truth, grieving takes on a whole new meaning and I tend to not long so much for what was because it is very much what is as much as I can entertain the thought of meeting and partying with loved and dear ones whose spirits are free to dance in my mind; anguish is more tolerable, rather, it makes more sense.
True, some cause havoc; just like when the world rumbles; when hurricanes, tidal waves, earthquakes and floods do rebalance the astral sphere… just like when ‘life’s tempest rages in all around, I see…
There are things I do not yet quite understand or elucidate until the time comes to fully understand and clarify them. I have made it to the point where digging OmniGod’s intelligence is something I want to do for the rest of my days. It arouses OmniGod as much as it captivates me. A strange love affair, if you ask me; yet a match made in heaven!
Parables and miracles unveil coincidence and reveals synchronicity: life in full circle-blessings in disguise!
Just ask the speck of dust that thanked the oyster and the party the oyster threw when it realized its full potential!
What nonsense!
OmniGod already knows that an imprisoned soul will do anything to regain its connection with what cannot die. OmniGod looks on the purpose of the heart! In accepting this simple truth, grieving takes on a whole new meaning and I tend to not long so much for what was because it is very much what is as much as I can entertain the thought of meeting and partying with loved and dear ones whose spirits are free to dance in my mind; anguish is more tolerable, rather, it makes more sense.
True, some cause havoc; just like when the world rumbles; when hurricanes, tidal waves, earthquakes and floods do rebalance the astral sphere… just like when ‘life’s tempest rages in all around, I see…
There are things I do not yet quite understand or elucidate until the time comes to fully understand and clarify them. I have made it to the point where digging OmniGod’s intelligence is something I want to do for the rest of my days. It arouses OmniGod as much as it captivates me. A strange love affair, if you ask me; yet a match made in heaven!
Parables and miracles unveil coincidence and reveals synchronicity: life in full circle-blessings in disguise!
Just ask the speck of dust that thanked the oyster and the party the oyster threw when it realized its full potential!
This is how I make sense of life’s parables in my own gentle, humble way!
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