Let the healing begin to continue

Psyche toxicity is mankind’s worse pollution.

The more of it that has been passed on form generation to generation during the sacred dance of the embryo, the more heavily the degree of toxicity.

Time can do a lot of harm especially when what you do not know is what is still hurting and seem to have no logical explanation, apparently

Timeless to the rescue
Self reproach for not knowing how to be a good Jesus imitator and all the while blaming God for making me the way God knew to make me

And heaping mortal brownie sins on top of my immortal free spirit

In deed there was a lot of weeping and grinding and gnashing of teeth in heaven while on earth

Thank God for heeding my Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani when my heart, mind, body , spirit and kidneys were at war with each other.

Let the healing begin

This is one instance when slow and steady wins the race; too much at once and more landslides back into the very volcano I was trying to immerse from. Even nature goes into convulsion when too much is released all at once. And the mind then uses the episodes- the backsliding bout to regain its momentum. So my personalized version to that is slow, slow down, rest- even hibernate just as Jesus recommended ’be alone for a while- that one is a bit of a yauwch- still it is worth the Calvary leg before the real resurrection

More healing begins

The heavy emotional load begins to lighten just like the Pilgrims Progress author described it. Incidentally that was a book I invested in when I was a teen and I did not know how to put it down even when I went to sleep. What business did I have being drawn to the book while minding my own business? How did I even find myself in that book store and dare pick up the book with the money I was sent to run errands and hope that there would still be enough to purchase the errands with out raising any suspiciousness. And thank God it was a small book that I could tuck in my secret pocket. The blessing of having to travel far way from home to run errands

God had been preparing me knowing that like Jesus I would go away fro a while- when the pressure was too much.

Anyway fast forward back to now,

more healing begins
more haste les speed is paradoxically true

wanting to catch up from where I left off only rolls my bus downhill.

Lesson understood

More healing begins

Slow, steady, steadfast

Eventually the psychotic parasite begins to realize that all that it has to feed on is spiritual dumplings

Healing really begins

I let go of my down packed itinerary of the healing process in time scheduled style and expectation

Timeless took over

Healing is just beginning in timeless fashion

Flee/fight return to its primordial state

No ancestors to fight no need to fight time or its ancestors and above all, no God to wrestle or haggle with

I am no longer the one who thinks that I control how God should run God’s show and teach Go dhow things ought to run in that belongs to it; so while there is still a lot of muscle to fix and cells to cure and nerves to regenerate, emotion and a psyche to tame, I let God do what only God can do

and allow spirit to run wild and free

Psalm 103 takes on a whole new radical shift

Just when I was at my wits need about the meaning of healing

Status quo syndrome squelched

To guarantee lifelong employment in community service and health care is to ensure suffering of humanity to sustain the source of a job.

When the professional religion called work is exploiting the integrity of mankind it becomes a sin against humanity and spirit.

Truth has set me free from this need to continue to want to hold on to this phenomenon as a choice to craft a career and a means to earn a living

At first it seemed like God was yanking me away from something I felt committed to attain- caring for and saving the world and all that is in it. It felt that my best idea was re-presented to me as an irrational act of using inspiration and I thought God had either gone mad or I was reawakened and that made me damned mad. All my life I was expected to and succeeded to fine-tune caringness. life dispensed high doses of daily opportunity to master the art of helping me to help people help them selves, only to find myself in rethinking rehabilitation realm of the refiner’s fire.

Another raw assessment ensued

this is something that keeps getting rawer and rawer with each phase of death and birth of my brain cells, and examining my heart. I was appalled at what my good intention was contributing to an already weighed down world.

Helping people to help themselves is the model of Jesus care and so I know that the heart is in the right place; it is how the idea transmute in action that was distorted along the way and that is what OmniGod had me in the RRR room to figure out; this attitude adjustment released me; and my desire to help save the world from further contamination took on a whole new dimension.

Mother Earth modeled how she wants me to help her out and now, caring is a more sacred passion that renders me an elligible steward of spiritself advocate. Getting paid to help another is now optional and so is collecting college credits and credentials which to me is no longer a nice perk.

For me, helping is not a means to an end; it just is the way to really model Jesus’ style- an act of love, not a means to an income

It’s richer, more enjoying and I am just being myself in the moment every moment. I am myself inside out. That took care of the sullen uneasiness that had been gnawing at my sanity.

The door of the refiner’s fire opened and Jesus, sitting at the father’s right hand, reminded me on my way out, back into the world of everyday living, ‘Stand firm, therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery."--Galatians 5:1

I gave Jesus a high five and exclaimed Holy High Hallelujah to Jubilant Jehovah Jappa Jairah and Holy Ghost was waiting to hitch me back on to its yoke...

... restful, refreshing repose is now attainable even while OmniGod exhumes the content of my mind and downloads its resources into my consciousness.

Butterfly Brilliance

Busting out of a restricting cocoon is something I witness firsthand. Strolling along to encourage the mind to remember that movement is the key to moving along, I arrive at a tree that said, ‘Eye’s right, lesson in progress”. The butterfly began easing out though at first it appeared to be oozing out. Also, it seems to have an accurate description of my thought of it. It reminded me that it was not just beginning to make its appearance visible only because I happen to notice it when it was experiencing what it feels like to say good-bye to its once-upon-a-time comfortable womb.

Staring at what it now describes as a restrictive cocoon it said to me, “ I know you are on a busy stroll. Can you stay with me awhile say, 15 minutes and watch me perform my first magic from chrysalis to creature of flight?” Of course, as always I was ready with camera and all my senses inside and out to capture this groundbreaking metamorphosis 101 lecture- live and direct.

Full of Goosebumps and dancing cells on a natural high from a ‘wake-up before I fly away’ encounter with butterfly, I hobbled off with an attitude of gratitude of a more encouraged Earthian. Talk about a hot date with a butterfly. I’ll say!

Thank you Nature for how you prepare teacher-student moments in a style that presents lessons and teachings just the way you know I like it and ready to understand it.

Just be present, that’s all

Hello Earth School Student,

What ever you command

Life student in the lifelong learning class, you are right where I need you. Just be present...

You know the mind is not about to let me have you without its fussing; just treat it kindly; and you, just be still and know that I am that I am who always know what to assign you to- in other words, relax...

I know you are in the lifetime training precinct of letting go the need to control what you think is …
Please, Angeal-Eyes, let me handle the details and continue to accept your lessons as being just right for you and, enjoy Earth School.

Yours faithfully, joyfully, impressively

Mother Earth

brainstorming on Jesus school cool ideas!

I am yet to find the institution that Jesus enrolled in his time, other than Earth School

Okay God, you have to help me out on that one, you know- my commitment to stay with you all the way. Ever since I have backed off and make you really in charge, I want to keep it that way.

My mind wants to race; it also knows better than to expect me to reconsider my offer to it- back off, this is a game I do not want to play anymore

Now that I really like the guy and want to follow him just like the disciples who all gave up their trade and everything else, I want to know if Jesus actually went to teaching school to earn credentials or did God just assign him the role: no degree, no diploma, no education to prepare him for real world living and human being.

The process of survival of the fittest syndrome in a world that suggest that dogs eat dogs to win the rat race keeps dragging and the curriculum keeps changing and the requirements keeps requiring more.

just knowing how to personally sustain willingness to persevere after having been in the real-world school for so long and always knowing what I know that I need to know keeps me sane and sensible.

I am already offering you my attitude of gratitude, with gratitude because you always make a way where there seem to be no way out or through; so I continue to count on you and let my mind wander about in the shadows if and when it wants to.

Thanks, Spirit

Learning unconsciously… unconsciously learning

Playfully, the leaders of tomorrow learn the skill of fighting while practicing how to compete for survival in the dog eat dog world, while they play

What a game!

What a legend

Play is a good game- childlikeness at work

Using innocence to train the innocent, vulnerable, gullible innocent mind who just want to play

Give them one reason why they should not want to learn the game of surviving amongst the ‘fittest’ at a young age- learning roles and rules while the adult mind uses play to lure them more than any candy bar can.

And offer a stipend that cannot even buy a day’s meal to recuperate while running in the race that never ends- the human race

What a way to prepare the growing generation

What a way to learn to grow

And when they are all grown and ready to take on the world the leaders of today prepared them to take over, they know no better way and so the wheel of misfortune that stole the cookie from the cookie jar while it was teaching the leaders of tomorrow how to prepare for leading future generations, groans in disapproval and parents life becomes the battleground of dismay. And God’s blessings are treated as plagues

And play is treated as winner takes all and losers are beggars who are no choosers.

There are many, who upon realizing the game behind the game back off; even though small in number it is still a start on the right side of the track.

For many more 'amnesia' kicks in and the brain is gnawed of memory of how all this began... of the side effects of irresponsibility

God Almighty still has the last word and the King has one more move…
And so the choice to change this pattern continues to be an alternative
An alternative, not ultimatum

God doesn’t twist arms to make us do the right thing. I know that all too well now

God is always willing to intervene and change things around... he did it for the Israelites; the same who saved the Jews from Haman still performs haphakh. I know that all too well, too

Letting God do what Only God can do
After all only God has the big picture

Cellf’s story of cell story

From what I was taught in history about her story of our story, slavery was abolished long ago in Exodus

Yet the cells continue to retell the story about the days were pound in cells

Maybe spelling bee better buzz the right version of cell and help me out

Cell sold cells and put them in cells
The body sold bodies and put them in prison
Cells believed that was all there is to their cell story
Bodies believed that was all there was to their cellf’s

To this day cell sells story about cells feeling sorry about the self that never died and still lives happily ever after

As new cells take the place of the used to be cells

there is still a far better story to tell

it goes like this...

who made the sun

who made the stars

who made the moon

who made me

who made you

who made all this in a week of Genesis

who can destroy what it alone created...

it will take another week of Genesis to tell the Genesis in a week story

for that story too, lingers on

in the same cells

The mind is one tough cookie if I say so myself- so much memory aid to keep it alive long before I even turned five

it is getting better at squealing

it has also improved in its 'children are to be seen and, not heard' the way spirit loves it

Overcoming addiction

Unpolluting my vision of God and of God’s worth of me ends the battle in my mind. My willingness to allow my whole being to be converted by the power and presence of God dwelling within, I continue to let my spirit dissolve the pockets of subtle residue of boorishness towards OmniGod and residual attitude of resistance of fully accepting what is, consistently

Proof of the pudding- from food to foible

The way food can be turned into foible is proof of the proof’s pudding

Yuck

Yarky

The pudding is not always a wise choice of proofing. eating, just like the apple that poisoned the pretty princess, it could take a spirit gone before to resurrect the soul

The pudding worth eating just wants me to trust that it is good for the mind, body, spirit.

Yum...yumyum

The proof of the pudding can fool all of the pudding tasters some of the time

The pudding of the proof never intends to force the people to try its pudding for proof- It offers itself as the pudding

That makes it the pudding that needs no eating to prove it is the real pudding

Immune breakdown; immunity breakup

breaking this untrendy trend is a must so as to let God be God and do the God things

simple?

It is, when the mind learns how to accept that its 'usefulness' is just too much stress to entertain eternally- to eternally entertain

I found that out just like the new world rediscovery.

The thing is the need to retrain the mind so its understand its greater use in the kingdom is a personal encounter, not just the communal culture cultivation cultivated like the tobacco and sugar cane fields were in the centuries of long ago.

Solitude is scary... it is scarier than the unknown itself.

The unknown that I used to believe was gruesome scary.

Just like the frog it has to be seen beyond its physical appearance and instead embrace its inner essence.

And the truth-fairy presents its substance!

The truth is to not fight the moment or with the moment or even in the moment.

The truth is to let go of the mind’s immunity to the holding on to a long ago collapse system that stands like one would want to believe that an empty bag can.

Let go of the illusion that death is on the prowl to destroy when all God is doing is announcing God's plan to turn time topsy turvy and reveal its destructive consequences to the immune system- preparing the body to die

maybe that is not a bad thing but God does not need anyone help in this regard because death is a natural process

Resume immune buildup and immunity restoration, redevelopment and restrengthening functions as it should, naturally!

Simple?

Simply lifelong simple

life’s files, flies

when on earth life is audited
time sings dirges and praises
when life is wild and free

timeless sings ad infinitum

God knows Love is everlasting

Never ...never, never

Want to make a show of godability, then go ahead
And say those three words

Never...never…never
The curse of all curses

Impossibility become the order of the brain thoughts and
Genius takes a back stand and watches the possibility of the impossible

Chasing its tail instead of the wind and surrendering to die rather than fight a good fight
Giving up on God

The spell becomes it own medicine

God Knows

When 'bad' things happen to 'good' folks
It is wise not to rejoice at their fate

When 'good' things happen to 'bad' folks
It is noble not to rain on their parade

For by doing so we remind ourselves

That from weakness comes strength
And what goes around comes around

Never say never, to OmniGod- that which knows exactly what to allow and what to avert, and why
in the circle of life

Piping pipe

Put it in your pipe and smoke it

This twitter of a proverb is no tobacco trade advertisement although it may very well have been formulated by a not-snotty-little-nose kid while overseeing the snotty little nose kids where in them also resides the resilient little no-snotty-kid

The pipe smoker was referring to itself while puffing away with whip in hand and chained in soul and was so unconscious of the harmful side effects that in this age has brought fancy disguise to display the ‘put it in your pipe and smoke’ consequences that still does nothing to hide the consequence; just another instance of putting on the security alarm after the thief has evacuated all the goods; of adding bait to the trap and pretending it is feeding the rat!

Go figure

The enslaved body still houses the soaring spirit- the spirit that can never be broken

The slaving mind still houses enslaving ideas

The free body houses a soaring spirit even when enslaved

Sensibility sparkles

It was not long ago when the mere mention or thought of the term ‘hereditary’ sparked flames in my brain and cells. I wanted nothing to do with anything that I felt was not worth logging along in addition to that which was also my own cross.

I made such fun of the term to avoid it clogging my heart

Anything to make inheritance go away so I began to grill the ancestors

How could I ever think I could grill them without scorching my spirit?

heir it the tree, here eat the tree, heriddatree, here rid of the tree

I felt like the guards who Nebechanezzar ordered to fire up the furnace so it would sizzle the three Hebrew brothers… the fire was so hot. When I read what happened to the guards, how the same fire they set, how it grilled them to a crisp.

That was enough to make me stop my smart aleck jokes and just see the glory to being alive

Denouncing, defending, degrading the genes is a chore, not to mention fodder for the mind

As for the inheritance

I still do not care for the disease and toxins the ancestors left trailing behind them. Nowadays when I hear the word inheritance I cringe with a purpose. I just take the DNA without the ancestral footprint, thank you very much; because since God created each creature with its own working mechanism then there is no duplication

the stories about our ancestors and their inheritance is not how I want to remember them or know them nor is that the way to keep their spirits alive the way God ordained and I certainly do not to be remembered as the one who ridiculed her ancestors- God's children

sensibility sparkled
and I knew that spirit called a truce and ended the mental war with my ancestors. the huge bonus that came with that is I do not have to hold on to the genetic inheritance and so that means that their disease was theirs all along.

I now use that energy to allow God to help me take care of the baby after taking it out of the bath water
I am even more gentle
wow
all the time I thought God was yanking away my life- was I wide of the mark.
Now I understand what God whispered to me when it said 'let death do what death gotta do'.
Phew!
Its pays to be quiet when God is in charge!

Trick o treat

There is a thing that nothing is unless…unless… or is it until it is mistaken for something; it thinks it is all there is and sometimes convincing enough to make its claim legitimate. It tricks me into believing it can even tell time; just I look down and then boom bam it disappears. It used to make me go berserk when I could not see it in broad daylight and besides me under the moonlight

On its own it could do nothing or rather all it could do was create havoc and I used to interpret that as God and then the shadow would be enjoying every bit of the struggle. The shadow self has indeed caused its fair share of troubles

Thank heavens I no longer need to mistake it for the real McCoy

Moon message

Sometimes I look at the moon and as it grows bigger and rounder it appears to me to be the splitting image of the globe once it becomes full, just like it is today- continent here and ocean there- and it keeps shifting.

Maybe I am not even where the body thinks it is. Maybe that is why meteorological predicts rain in the city and it pours (paws) cats and dogs on the country or cats and dogs pause...

When the prediction came into being it was not considering that time can do nothing except wait for no man while timeless scopes everywhere in a millisecond and decides what is.

I would want to stare at the sun to confirm my findings but the sun nods in disapproval each time i do- if you even stare at me too long… like more than a second at a time, I will scorch your eyes! it makes its point all while eyeing the next cloud.

I would have love to watch its auto thermostat crank up the heat especially on a cold winter day or dry up the nimbos and nimbostratus... out of the way out of the way, i am the sun and i have to shine bright the whole time i stroll across the sky. do you get that!?

the sky would be in war mode in every time zone. Maybe the Snow Belt and the iceberg are now enjoying a tan in the third world

The mind is not always so smart it just can be very clever.

As long as the world turns and spins, then I will get around the globe effortlessly.

When my shadow wants to know for sure where north is true and east to west is infinitum then I will take it there and watch the cumulus, alto cumulus and cirrus across the clear blue sky.

the mind can be very good; it just help me remember the name of the clouds from my 1980 geography class; in other words it made me a member of a class of long time ago and i did not even have to take it there. while there it reminded me also of the text North America that a student in the Caribbean had to study to write GCE prepared in England and then transported to the Caribbean and then shipped back to be graded in England. how i used to make a fuss about learning about things i cannot use and learn about places i would never go.

Shut Up, Mind...

don't you think i learnt the more important lesson. With God all things are for its good. that is what hindsight is for.

The human mind

What a trickster!

Still, I used this memory awakening ...well

to remind myself and my mind of the importance that there is more to me than meets the eye.

and that it can be nice instead of naughty, the mind- that is.

here I am in North America and it feels like home; the mind maker knew and alwasy knows what it is doing

my moon story is very good too; it just helped me used 90 percent of my brain and the ten percent of the matter called brain.

Risk: relative to one’s reality

Risk comes with a built-in therapist. Trust that dispenses a whole lot of faith to help formulate, repaginate and realign custom created belief that can totally dissolve the hardwiredness while it reinstates the familiar weirdness

At the rate I have been slowing down the mental mannerisms, I may well be the next 900-year human being and even then there will still be work for the descendants after time kicks the bucket.

ancestral descending and ascending will continue; legends live on from, to and thro’ the time tube to timeless agelessness

Risk: leavened or unleavened?

To make really good bread, yeast has to be dry, active and fresh

It needs flour or, grain; water, milk or, buttermilk; and a few other ingredients some of which are optional

Once the dough is ready it needs heat to finish the product: freshly baked bread

Without the supporting ingredients yeast is of little good

The best supporting particles relies on the goodness of the yeast

Yeast also needs the right supporting condition so as to do what it does best- expand a few molecules into enough substance at just the right texture or consistency to yield the best finished product.

Risk, added to courage makes the daily business of living full of fray in which live seeds of creativity; of answers or non-answers- solutions, if you will.

Leave out the yeast and supporting ingredients is still breadable: tough, teeth-tongue&gum trouble, taste bud daggers…

Leave out the risk, life is still livable: dry, dark, dreary, despondent, deadly!

Intelligently designed

Eliminating false beliefs from the mind is equally necessary as emptying the body from waste- by products of ingestion.

Decayed matter can rot the inside yet it can be the best fertilizer with the right proportion of sulphur, nitrogen and all the elements of waste particles once eliminated . It is the same with decayed remains six feet under decades later.

Every bit of matter serves an intricate role when tampered with, appropriately

Ghostly Gifts

I thank you OmniGod for all the ways you got to me so I return to you and I got to you so you return to me too

It is like you have been using every opportunity to tell me over and over that seeking your kingdom has it own rewards and can be enjoyed only after seeking the kingdom.

I used to wonder why God did things so back to front and inside out

Giving shape and form to unlimited ideas you had downloaded in me during the sacred dance with the embryo was to be transformed through experiences that uplifted patience and boldness- two Holy Ghost gifts that help bring out creativity

So far so good

There is much more as God writes the script...
After all this time, I know now that God is not carved in stone; rather it is right in the middle of ‘stoned’ ideas

That is more than a mere consolation; this is a prize worth aiming for, knowing that missing the mark is inevitable and God already knows that and God knows why too

Echoing embryo continues to echo its Holy high hallelujah to all its helpers!

Quiet warrior versus suffering in silence

I have often heard and even been described as one: the unpredictably predictables

That when I am goes into quiet, the atomic serenity also become disquieting
The mind’s next move is stalled and the next uncertain move is frightening
One encourages the spirit one encourages the mind

Though I often chose to switch on silence and solitude, suffering was not switched off. In fact, suffering took the spotlight.

I would just close my heart from the mental bruisers; that very life-preserving skill was also shutting off spirit as customized to be me

This happened so frequently that their purpose clashed- too much mix up.

Suffering in silence thrived on that- my mind was fast becoming a thorn garden- no roses

Quiet warrior was sustained by that very too a thorn garden- looking for its rose

Still I know one was unnecessary
Suffering became weepingly loud: you need me
Silence became increasely numb: you need me

Until
The mental muscle developed and began to remaster the act of knowing the art.

Suffering inevitable
Suffering in silence optional
Practicing that knowing- lifelong processing, unprocessing, reprocessing

recustomizing and rewriting my script

Connecting myself to that which is waiting for me to stay connected and committed to it had been a metaphysical whirlwind of looking and wanting me to demand proof from the one who never needs me to prove anything.

In a very recent revisiting of God’s idea of my interpretation of my heart’s desire

this is what ensued between us:

God said, wait a minute here Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis

What am I? Eh, what am I? chop liver?

Wow, wow God, wait a minute here, I never said you are chopped liver

Really!

You even got very close to divorcing us; something I would not let you even carry past a thought.

you almost muffled your music all since you wanted nothing to do with me, OmniGod because I waited for you to tell me exactly how you define long term intimate commitment. I could not watch you throw me away each time I presented Iamness to you. I could not stand the grief of you throwng us away

You had to feel comfortable with the void for your heart’s sake.

Then the void became the very thing that you had tried to describe using a mind that had every possible deviation from me. Without me nothing else matters. It took you another many moments to make sense of the hurricane as it passed over the junkyard in your mind which was hiding me from you. I allowed that just so you know that I am not fake.

I made each person complete before I pronounced: be free to consummate and multiply... mulitply my godability; I said, be fruitful and multiply and that is not limited in any way in my world. Does that help?

I stopped listening at that point...

My heart’s deepest cry, the cry underneath all the hurt, began making sense. Wisdom helped with clarity of what I had been wrestling to accept as the utmost imperative message of the heart. To be sure that God will never leave me or forsake me and that God is in every fibre of my being, all the time though matter what external circumstance try to present in its stone carving. Without wanting to know that for sure, anymore, I know for sure and, evermore

It may take many more moments to get used to what I needed to acquaint myself with a long time now. I am just happy that this one fine day has come.

I can responsibly cooperate with my Iamness, OmniGod and enjoy my sacred-self.

That is one vow that needs daily renewal for a lifetime...

Sending off sore in spirit, saluting in soaring spirit

sore in Spirit was God-defiance
soaring spirit is God-dependence
brain has done marvels with me
now it is spirit’s turn to do wonders with me

and it is so wonderful; it seems to much for me as if like God’s grace I am undeserving of it; that is so much mind talking in its defense of its soreness- its way of expressing sorryness when it knew for sure that a send off and salute is in progress and the salute is not in its honour anymore

spirit says

you are worthy of heavenly grace, not just deserved of ; worthy of
after all we are all children of God- the living God who breathes life into our lungs and good vibes in our heart

OmniGod wants each one to be conscious of the wholesomeness of this gift; spirit knew that saluting it is the way to discernment

God adjust and aligns mind and spirit so they work prosperingly

God’s favour rest well in all who draw closer to God

Premium promises, patchwork programs: pious partisan politics

Election is becoming an arm-wringing vote to outwit God-of-the-Angel-Army.

This is nothing new.

Jeremiah questioned God about that, Job wrestled with God on that matter too. Habakkuk laid his point and concern straight up with the Almighty

When God examines and cross-examines human motive, there is nothing but a bunch of spoilt ballots. Only God can manifest plans as big as those he promised to Jeremiah et al. Any thing less or even more is election promise carryover from last selection campaign- a bunch of zeros

Each party spends more time on hot-air than on solidifying their commitment to keep its good standing and when hell breaks loose and its world goes topsy-turvy more election promises is the strategy

And God goes…
…

… What a crock of false positive

You see OmniGod already knows that human authority pull pranks claiming to represent the people and only kidding themselves. Political position lasts a mere five-year term, if that many. Then time runs out and the pleading for more time just yields more time to do what no amount of time can accomplish… and the ‘sin’ goes on.

God takes a good long look at its statistics and goes, …Yes! Yes! Yes! No one else does it better than I AM!

God raised its gavel and said…ENOUGH! The harvest is near…
…Seven years of famine for the poor and seven years of plenty for the poor is balancing out in favour of those who sowed and planted and toiled in sweat, tears, blood…

All I can say is that indeed the thousand-year reign of unconscious leadership is nearing the end of its era.

Hot air continues to release hot air
God's Wisdom still works in almighty ways to perform its wonders and continues to offer each person the choice and the chance to choose life or death

“It is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things''--Henry David Thoreau

The rolling stone

Is it really true that the rolling stone gathers no moss?

Or rather should it be the rolling stones gather new moss

My mind is still on a roll using all kinds of early teachings to make its point and it has been doing so more and more profusely

Thank God for those mental arithmetical after lunch drills

Another thing taught at an early age which a few years ago felt like a new schema for memorizing turned out to have been a decayed memory, resurrected with a name: acronyms.

A
Red
Indian
Told
his
Mother
Eat
tablet
In
church
And
Laugh

Tell
All
Babies
Laugh
Easy
So

And one of the best ways to convert short term memory into long term

It also explains how to break down large particles into memorable ones

Now it makes sense how comes there are many things I remember to remember and many that I am forgetting to remember

Ahha!

Penmanship, times tables recitation, parroting, composition, proverbs and moral of the story times. Woow

How could I thought that I threw out the lesson with the textbook and a rolling stone gathered no moss; it gathers morsels of intelligence, from intelligence.

examining the horns

I grew up reciting and memorizing proverbs and wise saying as part of the school curriculum as early as kindergarten.

It is not until lately that their meaning(s) began to unfold. These simple statements are anything but simple- the layers of embedded inferences- kind of like Jesus’ parables- complicated, simply complicated

Vulture and guru

Just as there are vultures who behave like eagles there are gurus who act like vultures

They bombard the marketplace where the vulnerable brain and gullible mind shop for quick fix and fixers to help them unpack their PMESS knapsack: physical, mental, emotional spiritual, social baggage.

I think that God was and is well aware of the mess and prepared each person at birth and maybe even before birth with his her own personal morsel of wisdom and experience to help each other. Many people use their experience as some prize ticket to exchange at St. Peter’s gate for a room in heaven.

Some use it to make carbon copy people

Either way, this is defeating God’s purpose wired in each of us as branches of the vine and causes chaos

Sometimes I sense that holding back the lesson of life situations is the biggest block to healing. As much I used to not like Solomon’s message I have opened my mind to appreciate the hard facts from the lesson of hard knock school

I feel blessed to have had the courage to endure life bruisers and I enjoy now, more than just appreciate- Solomon’s example.

When I cannot sleep I count my bruisers and thank God for the blessings that manifested from them. I also thank God for the vultures and the gurus…all of God’s agents. God knows how to use each for OmniGod good.

Wisdom helps me very much in that area because this is not always humanly possible.

And you know what I discovered? The emotional charge is now positive!

So where there is darkness there also is the light.

Life sustaining opportunity

Chain reaction or
Chain response

How about both or
A little of each

The thing is

With God
It is all or nothing

Two choices with endless possibility

It is the equilibrium
Of one man’s meat is another man’s poison
Slow and steady wins the race
What is good or the geese is good for the gander
Zeros before the decimal point
Zeros after decimal point…

Next time there is a collision
Observe the birds of the feather: news nookers, employment eagerists and, the mind menders: preying, praying, prepaying, paying
Some see accident; some see divine intervention
Some see opportunities; some hear opportunities
Soul soothers seek the opportunity appearing in disguise

So many choices from one collision

prospering ideas: fruits in due season

quiet time of communion with God helps me to continue to maintain the flow of ideas and my fingers and my smile muscle get geared for its assignment. Talk about instant resources!

tangible blessing arrives at exactly the right moment enabling me to give birth to what is already inside of me and had been waiting to come out for the longest while; timeless- and it never spoils and is agelessly priceless

Wow!

when it comes to the grace of God, there is nothing anyone has to give other than high holy hallelujahs to receive it-a gift from God that is absolute; without qualification or perquisites.

Indeed, every experience has it seeds within and must be planted, tended for the harvest of abundant good- whatever that is!

summer clearance

clearing my storehouse of memories and leaving the facts intact is the best inventory to help me import new stock which conversely is not really new; it is more like refurbished- rejuvenated, renewed, recycled for my self’s purpose: serving hearty quotas of essentials which must always remain unrefurbished and authentic.