Tears in heaven

Spending precious energy trying to fit an original being into a generic mold invented by human intelligence, triggers tears in heaven that fall like hailstones on earth.

I wonder if God is sorry he created creation

I know he was ticked off at human behaviour long before this current generation to the point that he saved Noah and a few animals before sending the flood that wiped out everything; and, God created a new breed of human, again.

It seems we have a lot in common with the people who got drown in the famous flood detailed in scripture; only we do not need God to intervene with a flood!

God is still available to help us undo the destructive imitation of our original that overshadows authenticity.

Constructive use of energy will alleviate unhappiness on earth, degeneration of the body and uneasiness of mankind and so, deploy the cosmos.

One way or another, the new thousand-year era will restore balance of mind, body, spirit.

Agrammatoi ideotai

when mind feels affronted by a leap of courage from within to without
it does not know what to make of its new way of being

it begins to think of itself as agrammatoi ideotai

and begins to act up so as to get some attention in order to feel important

I have learnt how to teach it that it is doing good work by letting spirit inspire it before it jumps to conclusion that there is a war to defend and a fight to appease and adrenaline and cortisol to shoot at my kidney and heart and everywhere that feels intimidated

It then resumes feeling affirmatively empowered to know that it is still very worthy of honour and respect and therefore lies down and R.I.P; and the adrenal continues to horsepower the hormones to energize, instead of fatiguing and the body can heal even when a cure is still out of sight

The mind-body-spirit connection is no unschooled idiot

One fine day

God gave my brain a lube- a decision to evolve or, die

My cells quaked, my ouches thundered, my mind lightninged
And I scurried to the Evolver- the Evolver, not revolver

And on bended knees, the Lord of lords and God of gods asked me to let it revive its spirit inside of me way deep within where only it had had access to, yet chose to patiently wait for one fine day. It no longer wanted to just give me strength; it wanted to keep all its promises by being my strength

For the first time and maybe the one time, I did not hesitate
Yes, Yes, yes God, OmniGod...YES!

No questions; no predeal; no postdeal; no memos of promises; no promises of memos

The life guarantor was so sure that it took my breath away and breathed in new spirit life energy straight from itself… no dust, no rib… a fresh wave of purity stirred way in where God and I have been enjoying etheric highs. God-desire in me accomplished- it knocked off its rival! Timeless patience and tenderness really eroded the stone which had tried to become me. This is no acid wash principle, just ageless ancient wisdom at work!

Do not worry took on a whole new tune on heaven's dance floor. We toasted to a little piece of hell in heaven and a lot of heaven in hell

The honeymoon continues…

The flip side of culture

The culting of civilization is a social sweet-sour soup
To savour the sweet one must develop a distaste for the sour
To enjoy the sour one has to savour the sweet

The tribe engages in cultural tribalism and civilization becomes a cult

Choice gives permission to join or disband
Take the sweet and sour and make a stew

To keep on the rolling rampage, follow suggestions subject to change without notice and just catch up

To enjoy sustenance… that’s sustainance
That’s the spirit choice

Simony on sale at bargain places

Selling and buying spiritual and social silliness in soul trading kingdom is an ecclesiastical crime that God will never sweep under the carpet and Jesus will never trade blood and body for the cross again. Holy Ghost does not reign Pentecost spirit where Jesus blood is smeared for show for a high price and low returns.

In heaven as on earth ‘do the crime serve the time, in hell on earth”

Not even death can stop that verdict when the world goes topsy turvy because there is no where, where God is not

Run to hell he is there; fly to heaven God is there

Let God in…watch its rival slide out

Jesus knew that and decided to let OmniGod deal with the reprimand and so he chose crucifixion without ignoring the potential scandal down the tube of time

God and phony do not exchange secrets and since with God there are really no secrets then confessing to God is the safest route to salvation that end guilt trips

Then penance/atonement takes on a whole new meaning

pray

God’s kingdom come
God’s will be done
On earth as in heaven
Forgive our boos
forgive the boos of the ones who booboos OmniGod

That’s as about a good place to start as waiting until the perfect day that never comes

Superstitious training versus spirit guide

superstition training camp

I know the right plans for you:
Packaging the appeastising
Painting the dry grass green
Unfettered agitation campaigning
Prisoner of ancestral grief and guilt
Very little freethinking
Rest is not the way things work here
Stores and pharmacy sell lots of curing
Busyness business is rewarded with expensive trappings
Functional theories dictates life’s schedule of achieving
Everlasting unanswered whys build suspense of and belief in false positive idea of enduring prosperity

Spirit guidance chart

I, OmniGod, know the plans I have for you

Plans to strengthen you
Plans to prosper, not destroy you
Plans to allow you to choose life or death
Plans to make your blessing new every morning
Plans that turn the night of weeping into dancing
Plans to encourage you bring all your cares to me
Plans to give you the drink of living water, without price

one day superstition and spirit clash
superstition had trespassed against the spirit guideline

what superstition training school was pounding in the brain to try to avoid is exactly what happened

Superstition is calling and the heart is desiring the exact opposite of what brain is demanding

This is serious decision making moment

Run away and come to me, compels superstition
Spirit beckons here I am; come to me, please; pretty please?

They want the same thing at the same time

The heart appreciates the tone of the spirit
And is afraid of the ultimatum of superstition

O evay

Spirit gave no ultimatum and all the time in the world to think about the benefits of listening to the heart and spirit promises to go the extra mile all the way to the cross and on to the right hand of the Father
That is a tough choice to be the heart’s desire

according to superstition, that is not how life is redeemed
And according to spirit that is exactly what Jesus modeled

The plot thickens

God has plans and superstition has plans too.

Since spirit allowed me time to make a personal raw assessment; that made it a good place to start

I did not know how to and then I remember spirit’s offer to help me

My brain stalled. it had no ideas of its own to help me get out of the jam
I fell, my brain had no clue how to help me do the obvious I wanted to do
I was not about to stay on the ground

So I called help! Help
And
nothing happened

I yelled, God! where the heck are you?

Tadah!!

Spirit scooped me up and hitch my wagon back to God’s yoke

At first it was not too comfortable; it felt tight and binding with no recess

surender scratched its throat. i looked at it from the corner of my eye and then sqeezed my eye so tightly at it
and
it laughed!

I was used to struggling until I was able to rise like sunshine; with sunshine on my shoulders
And strutted along brushing my self and pompousing my self with praise of how I got up on my own.

Something stalled me just when I was about to strut on without the spirit; it was then that i recognized where i had first collided with servant, surrender... this misconstueing servant had me just where i needed to be. No wonder it was laughing.

I fell again and again and was getting used to it but this time i could not get up and the ...and the... the pins and needles did not help either. not even having the slightest clue where my leg is… I wondered

is that some kind of trick here

i am not ready for that kind of cross! I have a life damn it; and i have things to attain and this and that and my brain began to laugh...surender winked , and smiled.

I could hardly breath without a spark in the ass so brain got the upper hand and so did ultimate, uncompromisng servant, surrender

i was figuring how on earth does on deal with that without staying on the ground

Then spirit whispered

no one can be serving God with such a superstitious attitude

ouch!

spirit power is magnetic and the pull to listen to the heart override the force of braincells tremor

Weird was already the risky name from superstition
Child of God reclaims the birthright title

I was still petrified

Courage, wisdom and all their magnanimous allies and friends took their position, look me straight through the heart and exclaimed in unison

This is the day God created; we are glad to be your guide

You gonna need us to make it to the cross and on to the right hand of the Father

superstitious huffed and puffed

spirit reponded. quiet please

"Be still, and know that I am God!"

Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis
Do not be afraid

the universal language

it is not even the spoken word translated into many tongues

the universal language has its own dictionary, consultant and interpretationer and translator

the language of the heart always speak louder than words; is always available; does not exhaust or tax the spirit and,

mastering the art of the heart is worth the willingness to obey the universal language

Give Jack his jacket and Jaclyn her jacket

or is it blazer

it doesn’t matter.

The point is

the intelligence of soliciting makes advertising creative flow and that a good thing

the intention embedded with the art can be misleading

both are gifts to use talently or is it, tactfully: to make one think and wander

conviction of truth…truth of conviction

the way the same word can mix up a recipe, negate humanity civil liberties and the spoken word in general is like a lesson gone berserk in the mind-body component

maybe that is why the heart loves silence. The mind cannot stand silence and the body just cannot keep still.

stepping in a same river in the same spot twice is a delusion of delusion because just like the past, the river is long gone from whence it was first stepped in and all that is there is fresh flow even when it seem like the river forgot how to flow; there is activity bubbling under its surface while it waits for the next gush to arrive from whence it had gone

This is what I noticed the last time I looked at a sedentary portion of the river while strolling in Nature at the Botanical Gardens. Though matter how often I find my way there, the lesson keeps shifting. And sometimes I wonder if it is the lesson or my brain cells; a little of both sometimes

The river somehow knows that it must rest for as long as the flow needs to keep floods away and keep stagnancy in check. Talk about a traffic light on purpose, naturally designed

For a lesson in wordlessness mind in full-blown emotion expressing mode, I check out one of nature’s stations and stay tuned

Seeing is believing the observer; believing is being the observer, obsserving the observed

Indispensable therapy

Living in hell as though it is heavenly presents an explanation of the fasting for the Lord attitude

No long face
No unkempt costume- flesh or otherwise
No billboard
No neon sign
a rumble in the tummy, maybe
a smiling spirit
That’s it
heaven in earth

curfew on a purpose

Shoehorning the innate being is the most daunting task anyone can undertake. Even the undertaker falls shorts of accomplishing this endeavour. Who can trap air in a balloon forever?

Releasing the toxins that poisons memorable moments is ultimate key to unlocking the wealth that being straitjackets stifles with its mind dazzling gleglen. Unanchoring the imagination is what ignites the truth fairy that sparks life into my originality and this is no hodgepodge hangdog haggle.

no curfew can exalt benefits of a self directed and elected timeout. raw honesty of a deep, thorough assessment of life- its purpose, meaning and all its shebang requires unhurried attention to join the dots of events, circumstances and situations until it make sense, at least some sense and more so, accepting what is when what is seem most senseless and uncomfortable.

it’s like taking a vacation to where I had been afraid of going only to be ever grateful for going. once there I am reacquainted with the familiar strangeness and the strangely familiar that creeps up. personal interludes with Spirit enfold my whole being-up, close and in my face, on my heart, around my mind and wants me to see what I did not see or chose to ignore and point all my fingers and thumbs to where the dots join- precisely.

companied by this inner communion, I carve my own curfew and doing many things that I can only accomplish while on 'serious' timeout.

God-confidence

Angeal-Eyes

This is God here, OmniGod

You remember about this clock time last year when psychologically you were neither here nor there and you were nearly an emotional wreckedheart

I nudged you to share your personal idea of what you really think my purpose for you is

granted you did not think that this was funny; a bright idea or the best timing. There was not much that was not lousy about me, my timing, my style, my purpose...

I still enjoy the moment of that look when I pierced the shield you built around your heart. you tried to shun my attention from your soul- as if you could. That was a nice try though!

No camera could capture that moment!

Well here you are with a resolved intention- to leave everything to me and do as I say; that impresses me very much. Now how's that for timing?

And I am on fire for you, with you, in you- Holy Ghost fire!

Always one in spirit, with spirit

OmniGod

Responsibility versus blame

The mind desperately wants to believe the external factors as the esoteric evidence deposited on earth by the wind and why blame it for doing what it was told to react to as the Way. Its conditioning unit- the brain cells- knows only the facts uploaded into it so why accuse it of downloading and computed what was put into it.

Mind habits that pose as Gospel, is treacherous to the spirit- a very responsible essence. Though mindhabits wears many hats and faces- false guilt, shame, false fear, scarecrow versions of normal, goliath-armour that spirit doesn’t care to even try on and a host of manouevers try to chew up resilience accountability to match in tune with the heart beat in the rhythm of the timeless motion, spirit still soars above all calamity.

Thanks to its mighty strength, soul renews using it staying power and always ready and available to resume or in some cases, to begin doing for us what only firsthand insight can fully accomplished.

The thing I love about spirit is it never falls for my excuses and is always so happy that it does not fail to keep God’s role for it in perspective.

Its like the father of the prodigal son who had no time for his son’s self reproach… spirit has no business in encouraging one to entertain self punishing mentalities that the phantoms work feverishingly to coerce spirit to hold on to.

Is it any wonder Spirit is always ready to offer me a ride when gliding through the storm? That is good reason to relinquish all the phantom roles, peacefully.

closets, temples, sanctuaries, universe

universe: home for housing the houses that house the sanctuary that houses the temple and the closet

sanctuary: home for housing the home that house the temple and the closet

temple: home for housing consciousness

closet: home for housing costume

Godself care: a piece of eternal life pie

Beloved girlfriend

I am so excited about our marriage that all I want to do is take good care of you and all I want of you is to relax and, free spirit. I want to deliver everything I know you need. Thank you for saying, please God, please do OmniGod and let me be me and I will continue to let you be you!

I said amen! I am yours for as long as you want me to, forever And leapt with gusto, glad that I kept sprinkling your almighty mustard size faith; I burst into Hallelujahs…alleluia…alleluia halleluuuuuuuujah

I am so full of joy Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis

I really AM

OmniGod

Pentecost: sweet, simple spirit

When Jesus broke loose from hell’ fury the Holy Spirit was one excited ghost and it has been on high paroling the universe since God released it on assignment. Jesus threw his arm in the air and went, yes! the contemplated moment manifested as he began to enjoy his consignment from his heavenly father!

That’s the Holy Ghost story- the direct connection to God- with God
So with eager ease i snuggle under the wings of a snow white dove, and rest easy

Requiem rates, prescription price, carbon coax

Expanding the limits of what’s possible... really?

Spend money on masses for the dead instead of directly communicating with their spirits which is now in a state where ego or brainmind cannot interfere.

Pay 300 percent to put a few penny pills and placebos in a vial instead of reactivating the physician waiting to resume duty from within where it knows all the cells and how they function optimally without emitting side effects that the universe cannot contain on its own
So the carbon tax will help the universe do what it can do in optimal conditions.

The way Lucifer drools when God opens the reservoir of living waters to the weary souls who are courageously trading their sorrows and hitching their wagon to God’s yoke is something else. The more it drools the more hell dries up; it will create its own red sea momentum. It may take Lucifer a lot of exodus and a whole lot of blood money to appease its misery

discipling: no boondoggle

be it economic, spiritual, being, emotion, mental, physical, social, personal interpersonal discipling is no boondoggle. This is a major worth paying for and too precious to trade, sell or rationed. I am not Solomon’s son but the message clearly applies as part of my disciplinary device. this is no hangdog proverb.

Had Solomon been ashamed of and never dealt with his anger his son would have wondered what good his father throne was if he could not comfortable seat in it. The throne would a thorn that sonny would probable never figure out on his own and he would innocently pass on the thorn from generation to generation and in his case it would poison the whole kingdom under his guidance.

Instead of pretending to act busy doing nothing; I keep unbusy being and that is no boondoggle

unconnected connection

I was just thinking abut not thinking when the mind decided to use this moment to explain something to me; it is not a new phenomena just a new angle of a familiar phenomena.

I added another load of emotional laundry in God’s washing machine and since OmniGod does not like bleach, the emotional residue needs a high economical strength multiwashing cycle.

A few more spot are getting brighter and the focus in the dark room is intense as it refreshed my perspective on why the glucose level had been higher than any number on the Richter scale; like the calm in the storm the body is a measurement of internal turbulence in the opposite manner. In the weather storm, the calm is on the inside in the human self the calm appears on the outside.

Havoc hounding hurricane raging inside and contained

The weather storm has nothing its in way and so it runs it full course unless Nature decides to have a change of heart. The storm on the inside will do more damage when not allowed, like the weather, to run its course without interference unless nature decides to intervene.

I think that is an interesting phenomenon that explains the connection of emotions to the interpretation of the body raging imbalance. Emotional, in and of them selves, come with no body part of its own and so it uses the body; is it any wonder the body is only a loan while on earth!

I knew OmniGod would explain things in a way that makes sense to me in a personal parable that is forced to be interpreted with one size fits all formula and their hereditary hodgepodge

Only in spirit is every one hereditary

Another expansion to my already ten percent use of my whole brain

citizens and immigrants

The Earth and all in it belong to the one who made the world and all in it

The one who created the Earth and all in it gave equal dominion to all the ones who are created by the one who made the Earth and all in it
The world and all in it is a loan to all in the world
At one point or another each person was awaiting an earth home plot after leaving the sacredness of the womb. Seeking comfort until the form returns- even if that means via the eye of a needle- to the world of form, particles swirl in the cosmos. All should partake in benefiting from its birthrights.

Everyone is a citizen of Universe

the cross: the tamed twister

who came up with the concrete carved in wood, marble, stone idea and evidence that Jesus was hung on a cross for our sins? Who and why?

Why?

Eh. What a cross; what a crock of cross

So many crosses are shouldered even at this very moment

- heavy burdens…

If you ask me, the cross that marks victory is distorted more than the thorns and lance and vinegar and nails that pierced Jesus body. and Jesus continues to go ouch...ouch…OUCH

I did not do it then nor did I do it before; when I did, God knew; and, God went ‘oh no!”

Discipline rod came in full view of a private audience and at times God allowed the public performance full display just like the trampled rose hung on the cross before a man of conscience helped God saves Jesus' dignity and integrity.

God had already anointed Jesus body the same way he had forewarned Lucifer to not kill Jacob. He had sent one lady to anoint Jesus with the most expensive perfume. What did the money lovers do, they blasphemed the lady for doing what she was assigned to accomplish.

Go figure!

Hindsight taught me what foresight taught a long time ago. The bruisers of today are the same as the crosses of the ancient days.

Crosses are real as there are wilted minds trampling on roses

reputation versus character

reputation- a quality that is constantly banged and always at the mercy of external (temporary) factors
character- a quality that is constantly fashioned and at the mercy of internal (eternal) factors

the former is like the sand castle, the latter is like a rock kingdom
one is paperweight; one is granite strength
one gets deflated; one inflates
one is resilient; one is brittle
one is quiet; one subtle
one needs force; one needs power
one yields intrinsic abundance; one yields plenty things
one fights; one is a warrior

character always bounces back and humbly bows out of the need to prove its power.

transfiguring...disfiguring- discerning the difference: my new major

Transfiguring

Discipline brings out the best in us
Discipline is followed by perseverance
Discipline corrects and encourages progress
Discipline is a period of adjustment and restructure
Discipline restores integrity, respect and sacredness to sanity
Discipline deposits a generous dosage of love and self esteem

Disfiguring

Punishment criticizes, discourages and damages
Punishment is followed by rejection
Punishment abuses the body, mind and, spirit
Punishment is an era of destruction and grave digging
Punishment invades the sense of God, oneself and family time
Punishment withdraws and robs off every shred of one’s faith.


Figuring out the difference is the beginning of knowledge, wisdom and understanding; an education in and of itself in heaven school right here on earth; highly attaineable and personally recommended, by a fellow student in life's curriculum.

I am not even seeking company along the way. my...my..my how is that possible? discipline is the way! there are moments when with or without anyone the way must be tried to attain the peace that nothing can destroy.

and so far I am realizing that the refiners' fire is not somewhere to expect anyone to go for you... it just is not fair to me or to them. Uncompromising surrender is the journey through hell to emerge back in heaven on earth. It is also unfair to deprive one of this opportunity to be all that s/he was created to be by distracting him her from this platinum opportunity of a lifetime of lifetimes.

when bruisers transform itself; the result is a PhD. in life situations; and that has become my new major. it is also an elective. a great combo to hold as my ticket to the present back to the talent loaner when I am escorted to choose my burial plot, with or without anyone else.

The real steroids

Flee fighting the way episodes are when they are the way they are, severely secretes steroids into life situations that are normal just the way they are presented.

The stress of striving sends hormone in constant battle with the cosmos needlessly-in vain.

Everything gets out of whack and haywire becomes the order of the moment and, one moment becomes affected by the swimmer in the steroids; the steroid producing glands spills more steroids inot the bloodstream and the horse of human producing steroid cannot distinguish a scarecrow from a sabre toothed tiger!


Ouch


Yauwch

So ouch become yauwch and yauwch become ouch and good bacteria are no longer friendly and friendly bacteria are too doped to defend itself and the battle between the form and formless rages on. A war that no human ammunition- licensed or illegal; lawed or outlawed can alone, restore to equilibrium.

Every once in a while would be normal when the tooth sabre gets too close but for an every day defense- what is known as habit- stress is an enemy with no mercy or it can become an enemy with no mercy and then it become boodoomboom bam

Living optimally in unoptimal conditions is worse than being attacked by a sabre toothed tiger and worse, fighting sabre toothed tiger in such civilized normality is absurd.

Being human from the inside out can save a life- can save lives- from the attack of real steroid gone crazy, mad uncivilized noramlism and so the form requires constant detox so long as it is part of humanity; something jail time, community service penalty, punishment, reward cannot successfully- fully successfully attain.

All the labeling does is negate the negator itself.

As for me the world still spins and sometimes I am afraid and still unafraid. That holy tension keeps me wanting to relax peacefully while gliding in the storm… still working on sleeping while the boat rides choppy waves, getting better at it though!

God is still the captain, lighthouse, anchor and every life redemption gear to help ward off the damage of overflux of steroids

I can relax about not wanting to have to control the universe and how it presents its cosmos

Prickleless porcupine with eggshell elements

Processing the art of relaxing in the stern of a boat is the closest Jesus act I am attempting to master in my mind and I feel like a porcupine that has lost its prickles and at the same time like yolk and albumin protected by its eggshell elements. Conversely, I sometimes feel the need for the lifesaving element of the porcupine and insecurity of an eggshell. Mastering the unseesaw sense of security is an art worth pursuing perseveringly.

And, just as curiosity bolstered the baby into developing walking skills and talking skills and touching and reaching and peeping and wondering and questioning and all the normally normals built in to us curiositarians to fascinate us being escorted by OmniGod to know what inspires us to imitate Jesus the same way he imitated God!

phew!

Inspection...inspection

There were episodes in life when I grievously doubted OmniGodready availability at any moment in pick-me-up stance. I used to intensely believe the notion of delayed gratification as OmniGod being too late. Of course that gave me a strong false reason to use OmniGod as last resort- and I wondered why the breathgiver only showed up at the eleventh hour?
Nowadays I enjoy episodes. Episodes of instant-God availability.

Just as the grapes has to be just right to yield the perfect wine to compliment the salmon, fillet minion or the bread and butter sandwich, so does the gratification has to wait until it can best be appreciated. That’s how God, OmniGod works!

As soon as I understood that my SFGTD box was too big- bigger than my thanksgiving tank, which is now beginning to bulge.

My something for God to do box used to be fuller than the Thanksgiving Box. I used to muse at the wonder that maybe my SFGTDB is too small, way too small! Pardon me king of laughter, what are you laughing at? I am not laughing! This was not funny back then to me, although I used to laugh- very nervously- so as to not contain the fumes that God no longer felt was necessary in its chimney. This brought me to a point of a serious ‘walking on my head’ moment

God knew that as much as I would want to smash the Thanksgiving Box and rebuild the SFGTDB ten times bigger we both knew that I wouldn’t dare give up on my attitude of gratitude. And I was not about to stop wrestling with the concepts of how to be invited to OmniGod’s banquet hands-free and pocket empty expecting to enjoy a good time to waylay waylay bam bam o evay and haphakh music!

OmniGod knows what I am thinking now… “You just never cease to amaze me. Aint that fabulous.”

What can I say, some things never change, so I will keep digging in your storehouse of intelligence expecting to land on your Rock-firm goldmine of fruitfullness and instant delivery of all possibility.

In the meantime I am rebuilding my tank- I am making a thanksgiving tank so big that Jesus would have to hire a crane to help him shake it when it gets to the brim ready to receive the overflow!

This is how God works in the instance of total surrender to it.

another piece of the sky

I suppose Jesus one on one teaching with me is at the curriculum where he is personalizing the meaning of Luke 9: 61,62; Luke 18: 27, 28, 29, 30

When I read it in light of the traditional interpretation I was very confused and very ticked off with the bible for its typos... maybe Jesus mouth missed when he was preaching, maybe there was too much left over wine from Cana’s wedding swimming in his head maybe...maybe...maybe…; a whole lot of maybe that never added up to make any sense in the traditional understanding of the scripture.

Thank Jesus for coming to my aid. He knows that I would rip his hair off in all places and he would need a scalp graft when I was done with him.

Jesus meant no mischief when he cautioned that spirit needs no encumbrance in fulfilling OmniGod’s purpose for each person as spirit has been commanded to perform. I began to get Jesus’ drift. I can only imagine the disciples and why Lot’s wife looked back and why Saul was afraid of the people and, the shepherd boy was overlooked by his papa!

When spirits takes over

It is one thing to harness spirit and, it lets me; a whole new mission when spirit say I am ready!

I learnt that one dark bright day and for the first time darkness and light were really the same and my mind remained baffled for a little while; okay for more than little while – before I could understand what was really happening. It was not what I really wanted to happen.

My punny idea of planning fell off while ascending to meet the birds, clouds and everything that defies gravity.

I was not sure if I still had a body or a body had me and frankly it made no difference. All I know was wisdom took me by the arm and said, it is okay my child, let’s go….

The rest…is still indescribable!

order in a system

Patchwork of inconsistent explanations that have held shams together can only do so much to contradict its hokey pokey

Discovering full potential swiftly and coherently transcend the chaos

Just as balance in the form is imperative so does balance in the emotional, social, spiritual physical and mental planes

The relationship of each component to all the other components satisfies the necessary condition to optimize living with energy and slow-normally designed entropy.

Being alive doesn't mean that a cell must continue with functional activity of one sort or another, otherwise skin and body grafting surgically performed would fall to pieces after implanted. Rather, cell exists in the specific living state at a given moment as required and so does a body-mind-soul

blood clots: when a, b and o is neither + or -

One blood clot
No big deal
Innocence is no defense

Two blood clots
Still unnoticed
Traitors take charge

Three blood clots
A little notice
Ignorance prevails

Varicose vein
This is life

A blocked artery
We can fix that

Heart attack
Sorry. Black bag is on hand
Dust to dust

Or

Blood curdles
Autoimmune assault
Nothing we can do

There is!

When blood thickens and becomes sluggish and lymph turns to mucous and the organism becomes stagnant, the body cannot function as it was built and designed to and so we become conditioned to believing that the challenge is an enemy. The real challenge is living optimally in unoptimal conditions.

Sluggish blood and lymph fluid can poison the physical and mental system slowly or sllloooowwwwly and some times in an instant BOOM!

That’s why a live blood test is almost most accurate than a vial of coagulated blood shipped of to some far away factory of regulated result.

The thing is, testing the blood while it is still alive is unaffordable to most of the supposedly minority.
The plus is that one only needs a blood test occasionally- maybe even once.

So I take responsibility to change what I need to change and let God change what is beyond human strategy.
That is what experience taught me.

crazy reaction: result of messed-up mix-ups

brilliant work done to improve living cell is performed in a laboratory and in turn yields billions of dollars to teh phamaceutical industry. it seems to me that the investment spent on faulty treatments is based on faulty modelling of human life. the living cell- the seat of the body's chemicals which is consciousnessly built in by its mighty maker is cloned into a lab experiment, and there seems no way to arrest this powerful, destructive raging neurotics from devastating the human body with narcotics.

Really!?!

talk about trying to imitate God and expecting God to gives two thumbs up on its way down the drain

Is that why the human body in its being state, is treated like it has no use? and of course, what Jesus said lifetimes ago is still evident- live and direct- just as when he was teaching his followers by choice or curiosity. that, by the way, is what Jesus was concerned about… the coming; why, was never his business.

The tears from heaven is drowning us all as it quakes and blows; still, the Father’s heart catches 'whatsoever one does to the least among them' and is always ready to lift us up and take us into its bosom where all is well and safe!