Jonah-Moses-Ecclesiastes-Jesus, all in the same day

Jonah-Moses-Ecclesiastes-Jesus, all in the same day

The more I think about the simplicity of living, the less complicated the mind.

And it’s like these biblical explorers are much alive, and very active guides ready for action upon a moment’s notice and somehow it is stirring me on to enjoy the perfectly normal benefits of multiple personality order- be it Cluster A (weirdos): schizoid, schizootypal, paranoid Cluster B (pain in the ass): antisocial, borderline, narcissistic, histrionic or Cluster C (Woody Allens): avoidant, dependent, obsessive-compulsive.

When creatures cannot function as the normal enitity according to the universe intelligence without being overly burdened of unnecessary ‘spankings’ then though matter what age or rewards of gratuity for skipping some or even most of their developmental stage(s) of life, the shit will explode; and more often than not, it is never very appealing or fitting in the perfectly-crafted description of what is normal and who is acceptable by whose standards and the experts of spotting the sinner in the saint without recognizing the saint in the sinner just don’t get it!

I can state what I consider Cluster A, B, C
It is this:

To dismiss something because it is different from, or even more so, because it challenges the mores, rules, and laws invented based solely on scientific factual norms that attempt to tread on dangerous premise to uphold some conspiracy to overthrow the holy Rock of Ages, as if these deemed and self proclaimed gurus know better than the one who draws the big picture.

To me, that best describes deranged personality with all the trimmings- the whole nine yards of the DSM IV. Some were probably really losing their minds why they invented that manual. It seems to me that the very people who take all the time to go through all the painstaking effort to create such funnels and filters need a mental health assessment.

As for me, ever since I unchain my mind, and choose to let the double-edged sword pierce through its partitions lo and behold, the patiently waiting explanation of what really is awaiting me, I have not turned back to as much as glance at the DSM IV or its advocates.

When my Nebuchadnezzar cells begin to rant and rave, I call on Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael and Azariah aka Sahdrach, Meshach and Abednego in their modern day body, to rescue me.

And when the cloud comes down to take me up for a joy ride, my Nehemiah, Job, Hannah, and the Acts of the Apostles cells sing Hosanna! Holy High Hallelujah