Suicide: Serious, Sensitive Subject

This subject matter is overly burdened and burdensome, prone to sacrilege, repugnance and contempt yet also delicate is its firm grip at your throat choking concern needs some fair airtime. It is not a matter of ‘those in favour, those against”. It is not easy; it just is. Like everything else, the shroud that shields the face of suicide and all its close and distant relatives must be open casket viewing in spite of the fumes of our own mind's wondering

Feeling suicidal is not in and oftself the harmful behaviour; this gut cry for help ends up on deaf ears of ignorance, and death fears- that is the suicide, a deadly attitude.

Not being able to rid one’s self of the heavy burden of the syndrome of living someone else’s life and dreams, the heavy loads that even God’s yoke have no room to accommodate is time to say enough.

That’s Enough

Intimidation of Goliath can drown one’s inner inkling to persevere. How sad!

That’s what the breath succumbed to when the standards of the world rejects the standard of its maker’s masterpiece

It is the ignorance of the ill meaning used to cloth such subjects as death, life, living, contentment, suffering, happiness, false guilt, true repentance, the dust that we are, the truth within the dust that we are that makes us truly unique in our likeness and image of the creator- the innate, inalienable accessible source of life and living. The freedom to pursue and embrace and even reject that Source at will is thievishly stolen. The torment of unthinking thinkers and doing beings make circumstances testing, teasing, and tauntingly unbearable for some; maybe many, too many.

Sound reasoning become distorted
Actions become slaves to judgement
Decisions, dreams, inventions, unique beliefs become extinct

The being God created is dead long before dying and traitors receive scouts honour and the grief stricken loved ones are torn between making peace with what is over running for cover over the beltings from guilt and the blows to integrity and whatever self respect that sores the grieve, grudgingly

Just like disease diseases the body so does it wrangle the soul which then wriggle to remove itself from the restlessness of being forced to remain contained.

Separating suicide from among the list of the endless fancy smanchie label attached to disease as if it cause is still unknown, maybe all too well known and familiar that it breeds contempt and attempts to hide its ugly face, ridiculed and unsolvable, unresloved like the life gone: lived, unlived, never knowing what would have been, then yearns to return to complete what had to have been…

Spirit never dies and its work must continue. Somehow!

Only the creator with the power to give and take away the very essence of life can do so without remorse yet remorsefully- unfathomable remorse. It is as if this all-powerful it self becomes suicidal ad resume it pursuit to and save all who come, without money; just thirsty and hungry for its substance. Thankfully, its Grace is based on its all-knowing authority, not on trust that is used and abused.

OmniGod uses the "tragic" events as lessons to correct the misdirected; breathes new life into their spirits, zest, dreams and the downtrodden spring to action like never before and better than before.

My philosophy mirrors Jobs attitude towards death: welcome death, even invite death just like Yahweh allowed the devil to touch Job’s life but don’t you dare touch his breath. When God speaks even the devil has to obey because it understand that giving breath is not its territory and so taking death is absolutely out of its reach. It is amazing how the devil tried to use Mrs. Job to encourage Job to curse God and die- she must have been, like Judas Iscariot, in a dark hole syndrome moment of dark, cold, stuffy, groggy and blinded by the consequences of instant gratification of doing business with department of external affairs.

God knows we all have this tendency lodged somewhere in our minds and the inkling of Paul in our hearts- the desire to do good and, still oops! We are all like that. God knows what is weighing on our minds and how some of us carry on in spite of and why some do not jut like some overcome the negative impact of death from any other kind of disease and some succumb to the pain and havoc of disease. One is physical disease, the other, spiritual disease… the many faces of death.

I know that OmniGod is busy keeping human from the precipice just as it had cautioned Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden and the Garden of Gethsemane. Its like a parent or guardian/gossiper does its best to protect the child form harms’ way and with all good intention pushes the child right from their frying pan into the inferno and some sometime end up in the Refiner’s fire.

That’s’ why when one does something for the right reason there is hallelujah when foolish reasoning clouds good intention God is indignant with rage and still keeps on holding on because it cannot take its breath away. Now that makes the grieving of the one who bowed out of the race do so knowing that God was always watching.

Looking for oneself is not easy; finding one’s self and not being able to savour that conception, consummation and communion with self is even more heavy on the heart.

Sadly many go without knowing that truth and hence returns to help teach and comfort- believe or not!

One person’s death made me accept that it is okay to be angry about the sad facts and not deride anyone who commit the distressing act and so I carved the courage to take out the dark shades and give some light to the disease called suicide.