Going back to the womb

Now I have grasp the lesson of the eye f the needle and going to heaven without an eye or an arm; I return to the womb with great ease, thanks to the power of imagining

With God all things are possible. That’s a darn right natural statement for bold eagles who remain young and strong as it elevates with composure to commune with the clouds and for pretty gazelles who stride the mountain steeps, gracefully

I better get back to the birth canal and see what God is up to today; maybe I might just hang out with it in there and watch how it creates babies.

Those once-upon-a-time annoying triggers

The many thorns that pierced right through and got to my nerves were very testy and the memory storage disk was full and in heaven more disk space means emptying the one that is currently in use. What a task! It’s like deep sea diving for fish

Everything I needed to learn and thought I had to learn in heaven were schedule on campus hell and the timetable was subjects and lectures and seminars on all the bad things that brought me in the furnace en route to redemption

My debit and credit were grossly imbalanced and no amount of overtime hours on the job could suffice to afford an accountant who has no idea the stakes that were involved because in Gods’ world only the student knows already what needs to be done.

That is what I learnt when I began to stop procrastinating taking the subjects that I had to take in hell kingdom. Since it was this same hell kingdom that tossed me out into the world of grinning and grinding and gnashing of teeth; then it was the same baby in the same bath water that I needed to help me purge my self off orthodox rewards with little value to help me in heavens’ stock market in the way that I like it- unorthodox and very original.

I already knew that I enjoy unorthodox even before I slipped out of my mother’s womb. I just lost it when I was introduce to how the world out there and around here likes human creatures to behave.

That was my foreign language lesson 101 in what is termed differently according to psychologists perspective for human creatures between ages of 0-3 years outside the womb as if pre zero which is where I learnt everything fresh and live does not count

Some very intelligent brain cells must have really learnt that 0-3 is the best time to domesticate the wild because it worked!

or did it?

Sadly though not many conscious creatures unconsciously joined the clan;\.

Many enough just waited for the right time to take off the heavy yoke and that's when stepping into hell voluntarily is the best way to redemption. Waiting until the breath lives the body is too much work and too much anguish and too much hell too much damned- and even innocent, suffering!

And since I firmly believe in evolution, had always believed in evolution only it was one of my deep secrets that I somehow did not feel to desecrate by inquiring openly in hell chamber of justification and condemnation during Sunday school, catechism classes and homilies and sermons that out rightly banned any thought outside of it precepts and dogmas...like your sign is the sign of the cross not of astrological planetary alignment. What I know I must know even when I had no human concept of why there is something more than what I can explain. Because hell never made sense as opulent afterlife without options except dangling in purgatory, which is rightly the period on earth, when postponing what can be done now for hope that it can be exempted or substituted later. I decided to stalk God if that is what it was going to take to understand and know myself so I can be like that God who made me lower only than itself. I even wonder about that statement more consciously knowing that I am courting God. The motive now a days though is not defiance, it is just plain honest doubt; and God already knew that!

I see hell on earth while in flesh and spirit as students opting to take summer classes as an advance qualification for credits as a head start to higher institutional academic learning prerequisite or as a plus way of getting in- a survival of the fittest strategy designed using divine law. That is why it is both easy and challenging to tell the difference between pure law and imitation law.

The same is with paying my heavy fines to my having lingered in suffering science seminars way past the end of the period- that, I had to pay in full and the sooner I started the quicker I paid it off. That and the fact that God never adds interest to ones debt, just more lessons and patience and all the time I have breath and should I not have enough breath, God is God I will learn it somehow; so dying quicker by living in hell longer is not a practical plot for my life. Thanks to Jesus’ principles I had a few debts wiped out just as scarlet was transformed to pearly whites when the shrewd manager helped out some of his assistants so he could lighten his own load

My mission is getting clearer and clearer- have even a inkling of an idea why I am here in this lifetime learning all the lessons I need for the next lifetime here on earth is like God at my beck and call. This is a truth that set me free from the burdens of hell while I continue to not only believe heaven is here right now but to enjoy it in full.

That brings time to the point of a secret that I had needed to confess more largely; I say much largely because sometimes I admitted that to parents who I felt safe with letting them know that I envy children or used to envy children who always took the risk to test their character in refiner’s fire even when it did not quite them out of hell.

Maybe it did or I would not have felt that twinge in me saying that is what resilience does and no need to envy them because they do it openly; one day you too will do it openly just not in the child size body.

And so each child I saw throw a soul relieving releasing tantrum and then either quietly accepted its failed attempt knew somehow that is was okay and still safe would drift off to sleep; maybe it was sliding back into the womb where it got all what is needed. That is sweet consolation for a child in an adult body full of childlikeness to carry on with the domesticated process knowing full well that this too must pass!

That may have very well been why my envy turned into admiration of little big people- somehow I always was and will be a little- big person. It is called childlikeness, a synonym I use to apply to the word heaven.

Transforming triggers to treasure is the best use of experience. Maybe that is why I laugh at the triggers that always dug their thorns to puncture conscious sound reasoning. The many bruisers in hell were like the lance that pieced Jesus side but was not enough to keep him in the grave! Just like Jesus what may have appeared to overpower him- his God-man spirit, had no power to disturb his mission from Father Timeless and Mother Earth

That is all the Earth School recess I have for now!

Back to the campus to assist Earth on its mission in its personally designed curriculum pour moi!

Intellectual abracadabra and spirit abracadabra

One is dependent on another and both are necessary before one can proceed

First, the idea/thought
Then the word
Followed immediately by action and,
Tada
Result instantly manifested

That is how creation started and continues to evolve providing the ratio of intellectual abracadabra to spirit abracadabra is 1:1

Increase the probability of intellectual abracadabra and the result is topsy-turvy
Increase the possibility of spirit abracadabra and the result is able to restore equilibrium

Healing happens in many ways

Letting go of false evidence appearing as reality, I press on and experience more of the fullness of being a dynamic, enthusiastic participant in life

Taking responsibility for my own life is empowering. Knowing that I can never be defeated by circumstances soothes anxiety about individual life situations and universal events by partnering and using divine law of ancient wisdom and applying it in everyday life.

When I feel a dream is mine even if it may appear to be impractical, I exercise the faith of a baby and liven up my imagination to accomplish unfolding the seed of the dream into its unlimited potential. Faith then sustains me throughout experiences in life to harvest the right outcome.

The very vital requirement is trust and after medicating on the last verse of palms 138 I release it in the earth of my spirit and watch it grow.

As a keen writer of my active thinking, I use the power of words and creative expression and all the treasure of God-given ability to passionately conceive my inspiration and breathe life into my imaginings. That inspiration I intend to share along the way is not limited to the written word. The more important and most effectively yet challenging way is through action; walking the walk is what make me sometimes wonder if all I could do and would ever master doing, is talking the talk. Once I began walking the walk I began to be even more compassionate to those who are fearful and grateful for the heroes who modeled and continue to model that walking the walk is a very gratifying gift to oneself.

As others read and take this information into their hearts, they learn, discern, and are inspired. What I have to share may be valued at the time or become a gem for posterity.

Each day I reflect on my contributions toward my own well-being and the well-being of humanity.

Being in now mood

Constant putting ‘now’ ball back in the bingo bag is quite an ordeal of no deal.

Not everyone wants to play this game of collective coocooness all the time or for very, very long, not even for its bonus offer- trading the now for eternal afterlife

Constant craving - be it feeding on past hurts and melee or hounding God for future glory- is just what Jesus may have meant as the thief

Listening to and believing voices that keep wanting to remind the courageous heart of what can happen when demise is out to get the better deal on life and always at the heels...so race...

I sense that the death certificate registrar may very well have to consider unhappiness as a new category for cause of death.

cause of death: natural causes arising from unhappiness would be an appropriate disease category to override suicide
here's another good one
Cause of death: personal troubles arising from social troubles or social snags of personal problems

When mind is creative, alert, nonreactive and remains calm spirit does what she has gotta do and death does what death has gotta do

death can go on observing the panic-causing coocooness of, “keep in mind, lest we forget” and the mind is tagged as a burden on the system, thereby treating the same people who represent God and country as a heavy yoke

some kind of reward for ‘keep in mind, lest we forget’

keep in mind that Jesus Christ has died for us and is risen from the dead
yah
if he is risen from the dead how comes each sin nails him right back?
you couldda fool some!

Spirit songs- soul satisfiers

Singing that comes straight from one's heart with musical accompaniment or just lungs and windpipe tempo give the lungs such a generous serving of oxygen that the body perks up as the source of all life force empowers every cell of the body. Energy rushes to and energizes the brain.

The result

A natural high on a roll with no meddling life-tangling role- make that, ruler

“Fertilizing ‘daffodils’”

Dead or alive, this is the best role anyone can live to perform to a t and enjoy it to a t too

This is what I can come closest to comparing the everlasting vineyard and vineyard worker whose business never files for bankruptcy; is always harvesting fruits in due season; and never ever have to anticipate going out of business. Not even death can defy that certainty

That too is my best idea of training grounds for schooling me on how to “fertilizing ‘daffodils’”. Dead or alive, I am always qualified. Considering that I came as dust and must at some time, ready or not, return to dust I would think God had a fabulous idea to facilitate the process for which I came already qualified to perform

The seasons- signs of the times-help the vineyard and vineyard worker to prosper and also to alert when to plow, plough, sow, graft, plant, transplant, root, uproot, pollinate and wait, wait patiently for Harvest day, amazed yet never surprised at what it can yield!

The how is always subject to remain to divine array

Consequently, which came first- do I die then, fertilize or; do I fertilize, then die- is totally irrelevant in the Kingdom, and rightly so!

Maybe that is what St. Paul was approving when he said that, and I paraphrase; if I die, Hallelujah and if I live, Hallelujah

It took me almost half of his lifetime to begin to want to personal this proclamation. A totally wholesome-character-honesty-truth and the mind was bent to not working with me in fulfilling my desire to personally find a way to make life reveal meaning in full living colours set in blinding array

Age, ageing, aging, growing old, dying, death are absolutely perfect states of the mind. The way this death thing is milking for all it can manage to try to yield, I tell you!

resilience

The spirit - a very liberated servant and genteel partner

Set spirit free and it remains at one’s beck and call- obligingly. Give spirit a chance to direct the course of intention and mind receives just what it yearns- an extended holiday so it doesn’t have to work its tail off on empty

I recall the many times my brain just lay in waiting for Life to drill me, boss me around and tell me how to do what to do and Spirit just waited patiently providing that there was no emergency before I get its message. There are times I felt challenged when figuring out who is waiting for whom. It took much patience, gentleness and determination to discern the difference. This is how I learn to both trust it and trust myself and commit to my personal agreement its definition of teamwork

Sometime I feel that spirit is up to something naughty when it appears as though I am having my way and it smiles and says, “gotcha!
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It uses me to get out of my way and its way. I used to not like when it does that. With more dots along the way I began to get it!

It is like it is saying to me step aside and gimme a chance to show you what is in store for you before it ends up in heaven-on-earth jumble sale.

I got to hand it to the spirit. It also is one tough cookie and it continues to teach me the need to be unshakable when it is helping me push against and right through walls just the branches of trees growing right through around barricades

Spirit - a very liberated servant and genteel partner…can’t do without it, can’t be without it!
Jesus’ disciples would call this message a parable. Jesus would not necessarily respond to their querying minds, he would just let them figure it out each on his own time and semantics

The mind- a very stubborn servant and humble helper

Give the mind an edge and it will take a long holiday of wanting its own way without its leash- that is both its forté and forté gone haywire

Spirit always has to hone it to get back on track and review their agreement on teamwork

Collaboration has received its fair share of bad rap
Free Spirit too has receive its fair share of bad rap
Sometime even I feel challenged- mistaking one for the other

Still give spirit a chance to direct the course and mind agrees that it can cause havoc sometime innocently and unintentionally.
It took much patience, gentleness and determination to keep on making the mind understand that it works best when spirit is at the will.

Sometimes it gets its roles in impeccable order and other times it is so testy.

It always like to feel that it can lead better than spirit until it meets the most impenetrable walls, often made of flesh and emotion

It stays put thinking that at any moment abracadabra will strike the wall and it can continue solo. Spirit sometimes lets it, so long as it is a safe time to help it think for it self and often time it gets the lesson and turns around and immediately volunteers to resume it humble helper’s role. One would think that the mind would get it without having to renege

I got to hand it to the mind though; it is one tough cookie and it continues to teach me the need to be persistent when helping spirit push against and right through walls, which happens to exist only in the mind

The mind: a very stubborn servant and humble helper…can’t live with it, can’t do without it!

Jesus would call this message a parable; I call it a paradox of the mind

How much is enough

There are some details that must remain between God and consciousness. No priest, policy, liscencing fee, laboratory proof can condemn what is ‘for God only’ to accredit

God knows all too well what the mind can do when the I.Q peddlers want to solicit and trade inside information that is out of its reach and out of its league. Why else am I supposed to be reminded over and over again of Adam and Eve, of world debts, of upgrading permits, of the braincells malfunctioning consequences of the corral? This is to me a tactic gone stale. And Jesus’ crucifixion, not that this may not have been how Jesus breathed his last but to continue to torture the man like that. For crying out loud, let his soul rest in peace and find something else to craft a paycheque.

I think that is why God made me enjoy silence while in the womb- a very powerful tool when used to still the mind. This is a lesson I had to relearn after my brain got banged about on its way out the womb and then thereafter in corral chambers- the first attempt of unconscious competence called labour and birth, the second attempt named social assimilation into civilization

God knew I would come to venerate during vespers in a language that I did not first understand and boom! I learnt the importance of when to meditate and commune with the weird voice I thought I had left behind and was happy to know that it followed me and kept persistently following me.

That is why talking with myself aloud and in quiet is not my idea of symptomatic hearing of voices and talking to and with intution simply because this very intimate intercourse with Omnipresent is forbidden as being ‘normal’ behaviour.

If this insanely sane fact aptly describes God’s best communication style with me then I proudly accept it as a bonus of intuition. To hear God and proclaim this hallelujah testimony from the mountaintops and listen to it echo in the valley is something that I do not want to give up!

I knew from that moment that I am too precious to belittle myself. I intentionally made the decision to honour my personal conviction and communion with mindbodysoulspirit in a manner that keeps me commonsensical, content, crazy. I also to accept the quiet voice of wisdom and agree that it is absolutely important to not always speak out loud to the invisible especially when mind antenna is disconnected from the cosmos connection

I know for sure though that God cannot function in a vacuum and therefore always has a way out, around, under, over and even through and most time within according to divine law so as to download the necessary components to assist me to make it through Earth School

And so I thank you to all the voices for following me out of the womb and everywhere I am

That much is enough to keep me plugged into Life’s outlets and stay tuned for cues when to speak, when to simply observe and allow inherent wisdom to continue honouring its agreement to repair and rebuild my personal wall of Jericho and Jerusalem by the Rivers of Babylon

Agreeing to disagree: this is no sin at all

Even ripping a bible to shreds will not land you in a Jesus death style ultimatum with God.

Scripture confirms again and again, “heaven and earth will pass away and the Word of God still stands

I believe that when Isaac blessed Jacob in the blind trust tangle of deception God knew why and also that when a blessing is given a blessing is given; no one can take back that blessing. The same way that what God had decided no one can undo; only God can

Breaking a cross is not a curse for eternal damnation punishment

the sin is not the confrontation

The sin is, avoiding the opportunity to encourage healthy self-expression and appropriate self disclosure that could very well discourage throwing the baby with the bath water

Because of the burden of judgement the bath water is often mistaken for the baby and sometime the baby chooses the be mistaken for the bath water

The way confession has been misrepresented may very well have had more ill effects than salvation salve

Also, wanting everyone to fit in the same tunnel of temptation to miss the mark of God’s bull eyes can cramp the purpose of living on God’s terms and conditions, willingly. Still that is inexcusable in heaven and on earth

Maybe that is why Jesus warned his disciples or, shift gears, maybe he was actually informing them up front of the disciple dealership- foxes have hole. The son of man is homeless!

Jesus always stated the truth; his discipline were never in a jam because Jesus failed to share his clairvoyance- maybe from all what he experience during his thirty years of silence.

Solomon, Jeremiah, Ecclesiastes et. al. did not butter the harsh reality that continue to slide down the tube of time

I can better stomach the biblical stories that make my eyes want to pop out from their socket; stump away from God’s Presence and miss out on the richness of self expression and agreeing to disagree, harmoniously... you got to be kidding

I strongly believe that agreeing to disagree can encourage growing optimally and reduce the fear of making a mistake or the needless need to hang on to false sense of guilt

There would be no jails, no religious superiority, no division, no election, no conformity, only lots of roses with prickly thorns adorning their petals and opening up to sunshine of everyday life

Maybe, just maybe; maybe that is why the bible was written the way it is! and not that God meant it to be used as a tool to conceive fear of God's wrath; instead it is to show the difference between how God uses its power and so reverence and use it wisely, knowing that God cannot take back its faithfulness to do good and use all things for its good

This is heavy responsibility to humanity from God; God must have a lot of faith in humanity!

DNA: divinely natural attitude

The efficacy of this Angeal-Eyes innate definition of DNA eliminates my wading and waning conviction of God. Ever since I retired from the mind of yo-yoing from beliefs to disbelief and proceeded to establish my own episode of Credo in unum Deum I echo the walls of my heart and of course the mind in choruses of Gloria in excelsis Deo

Same tune-different attitude

I think choosing for myself without the blood-coated Jesus reason for adopting it make a whole lot of difference

So too, defining DNA to a mind that is hell bent on making spirit believe and acceptable of dis-ease is now more and more willing to embrace the fact that I have DNA inheritance as designed unique for me by the omnipotent creator

This ‘do as I say’ was something I had trouble with even during God and me time in the womb. I always had my hand up and sometime I did not even need to nor have to; God always knew that I was not afraid to ask questions because that was a very fair way to develop my Godabilities; God already knew that is the best tool in my DNA

Is it any mystery why when I kept and keep asking Spirit what I am here to do, I used to feel like I am always in hot water and getting steamed, broiled, boiled and roasted and even fried in hot oil for doing what I know is most pleasing to God; and God was never on the scene!

Is it any sin that I wrestled with the mind even though it kept tricking me to believe and think that I was fighting God-the unum Deum

Unum Deum always knew best. That ultimately makes my wrestling with God a dead leaf spiraling from its life support and the mind finally gets it! I think that when it saw how the dead leaf was becoming manure it got the point and the big picture! Thank God for using a leaf and not a life to prove a point to the mind-it cannot always fight with God and win-that is not DNA

I have since forgiven the mind; spirit has washed it with hyssop and my DNA is sparkling clean- it always was, anyway. Those many Credo in unum Deum and Gloria in excelsis Deo paid off. After all, it is a good idea to always keep the baby- in layman term: the lessons and memories of healthy DNA

It can save a life, many lives from the fangs of illusion!

Jesus life, as I understand it, first hand

Hitting a few wrong notes; kicking the ball in the opponents net or airballing a few free throws way out of the loop can shatter human ability and never dare scratch anyone’s integrity. Physical perfection and intellectual intelligence simply cannot replace God’s details of good judgment.

When God uncovers its evidence to reveal its purpose, even at enormous costs to itself, I know that God is serious about character and that is always the heart of the matter

Prominent sports writer Grantland Rice words “When the Great Scorer writes against your name, he writes not if you won or lost, but how you played the game” sums up the returns that makes intellectual intelligence honour accountability and live life according to divine law and let God have its way

I call this my personal Jesusian approach of the realism of his story

Always too soon to quit

Rest is a must when the going feels like carrying a cross from which the nails have obviously already rust

The pieces keep falling

St Paul made a recommendation that once personally understood make a whole lot of sense that stops my squealing

“Press on”

Is that why God uses a shopvac instead of the mini dust buster to unclog areas where its life force is trapped?

Is that why the refiner’s fire heats up to the nth degree Celsius yet never burn me to a crisp?

Is that why when God’s rips and strips away ugly attitude buildup and cleans up its temple that it seem like the works of magic to some and the works of the devil to some and it doesn’t faze God?

Is that why the heart wants to safeguard itself from life-bruiser without hiding itself?

Is that why unveiling the mind is necessary once God is given the two thumbs up access?

Aha!

Now I know why God has been so patient with me. That doesn’t sound like the Jesus and the God who is waiting for me to fall so it can crush me with its big toe and flick me off like a dead firefly and waiting for holy ghost to escort me to the fire that really burn

When does 4 and 4 not add to 8 and still feels like 8?

Age is indeed just a number

Removed from psychotic time, independent of clock time and uncontrolled by psychological time life is a gift that defies logic, theories, examinations and explanations

That is why one day I am as old as God with experience that makes me a veteran of life and the other day I am as amateur as the sperm that just met with an ovum- protected by, nourished by and in communion with the same God that is older than time.

There is no going up the hill, going over hill or gone over the hills for me. That confirms why I was always and continue to be so confident that I will not die because of old age or even disease- timely or untimely. I will just transform when God wants to have another round of remodelling the clay to satisfy cosmic conditions

I may come back as an oak tree or the ocean or nimbus clouds, maybe nimbostratus- I haven’t quite decided yet! Goliath sounds like a good idea but a stone in the middle of my head… nada. I can contemplate Jesus only if God erases the death portion…maybe. Samson sounds like a good use of energy and since I have made no-hair my choice of hairstyle and since that also continues to impress God very much, maybe I will come back with tresses spreading gold dust as my organic locks drag along the asphalt… who knows. I could very well be the sun- nice choice, still undecided…

Oh well, I like the idea of becoming the sun- absolutely a great choice!

Riding the waves

Oh I cannot begin to find the right words to pay for riding the waves and no amount of gratitude can suffice to describe how grateful I am for having ride the waves and for vowing to continue riding the waves

Now that does mean it gets easier as my mind had once promise me as it topped its voices over spirits groans to vow also to see me through and take me to the celestial clouds to sup with the cosmos.

Back then riding the waves was no small matter and Jesus testimony of all things are possible with the Father was no help either

It is my very gutsy gut that spirit used to win my intention and glide me off to meet and reunite with myself which was disguised by associating too much with mind. Talk about topsy-turvy PMESS

I was afraid to swim in real life as if maybe I had opted out of swimming in the embryonic swimming pool during my sacred stay in the house of many mansions with the creator of the embryo.

I think now that I had a hard time with God’s style long before I made my way out from the womb. Maybe I couldn’t take it anymore and God said very well carry on… I got plans!

And once I got our to face the world without proper suited Armour I wanted to go back to the womb through the eye of needles to revisit Gods agreement and agree to sign the darn thing. Thankfully, God had plans, something I did not quite hear since I had already stopped listening to him before taking on the riding of the waves decision without life jacket or fins

This with God all things are possible taunted me for a long time and for a long time I thought it was a joke to haunt me for not cooperating with God and refusing every dance he proposed in the magical dancehall of many dance moves.

Maybe that is why I still have no care for formality. And I never cared.

I guess I used to show up for God assignments and appointments always dressed for the wrong occasion. Though matter what, I was always dancing and singing in a style all my own! That impressed God so much that it always smiled and said “very, very good. I create Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis whole, complete and very, very good!”

God never took its attention off me. Of course I thought God did, when spirit used the sparrows to teach me good and plenty.

Anyway, God does have plans long after the eviction from the womb and the pilgrimage does not have to be suffering or regret for not having gotten things right from the start. Then and again since God had all things right from the start and God knew that I was one determined, respectful, responsible wild child, God could count on me when the Great performer needs such a personality outside of the womb. The thing is, after I left God’s verdict/discipline chamber I always left thinking that God does not like the mistake it created. There is absolutely nothing worse than feeling rotten, unworthy and a big mistake of the cosmos. It took me many lame dunks through the hoop of the eye of the needle. The camel part was more for coaching me how to make it through the desert more than the eye of the needle thing; in every case both analogy helped. That, by the way is another thing God gifted me and I was able to master it with little instruction. Making p my own analogy and my own explanation for its analogy. This is a classic case of to each its own. In hindsight I am realizing how impressive God had always been with me- one on one. God always approved its purpose and work of art in progress. Just like when the potter decided to make another vase that sometimes even outshine he’s original idea, God cannot help but be happy with everything that has breath and life. I suppose that is why spirit looks on the inside for confirmation of Holy Ghost presence and communicates with Holy Ghost to know what move to make or not make.

Riding the wave is something God knows I am still working on even though it is in a handcrafted swimming pool.

I am finally riding the waves, unperturbed the way I could have, which now I know for sure, I cannot could have

Hindsight lesson in an instant

No more eye-of-the-needle stunts without God’s Armour; although eye-of-the-needle stunts works, it is not worth the irreparable wear and tear

After all, the minds needs the spirit and body need the mind and the spirit.

Experiencing exuberant ecstasy

Being the inquisitive soul with many questions that I feel can only be answered fervently through travel, exploration, observing and experiencing a variety of life situations is a fitting way to experience and enjoy heaven on earth. Freedom, independence and the right to follow where your heart and gut-instincts lead you in life is a vaudeville act worth entertaining before fertilizing daffodils

Rigid routines and choking contracts are deadly to soul imagination, hence being an Earth School student all life long reveals my great love of nature; enabling me to meet a lot of people presenting a variety of interesting experiences.

A few months ago I got this strong inkling to drop everything in pursuit of a way of life that is the complete opposite of the rigid routine of choking contracts. That felt like a death unprepared for- I think that is what I aptly describe as untimely death. It was time for a new lifetime without the physical dying, regret, remorse or recrimination

When one has the moment to do the things one needs to do, the mind goes into squealing style. Inevitably; still do the right thing you know you need to do at the moment you know you need to, because inevitably remorse will swoon away, dauntingly and all that will remain is delightful surprises of unexpected pleasures and new insights

Daring spirit flying in the face of confusion and criticism with a love of adventure and a knack for spreading joy, encouragement and enthusiasm takes me places, doing things I can do and enjoy wanting to do.

NAEF this is soul speaking

Unspoken excitement continues screaming in your mind as spirit woos it from its woes and keeping it focus on resplendent visions of the sun, moon, stars, sky, clouds, seasons.

At times you used to push yourself trying to find the right outcome to a challenge and all you succeeded in doing is stalled me and make me intervene in ways that made you seriously proceed with a divorce from me.

Often times your mind interpreted that Soul is too slow and feisty or quickly passive; hence boosting you only to make little progress in staying still and know that all is well, as it is and I all you needed to do is that which you used to believe that you should give up doing- rest and heal

The good thing is you continued to pray even though it sounded like grumbles as you reminded me of all the valid reason to cut ties- indefinitely; I already knew how much you doubted this, that and everything, almost everything about me and you willingness to at least know that for sure. Then you could accept me, and, accept yourself and your birthright from me.

Somehow, well I know just exactly how, you kept the window to soul open- sometimes just a very tiny crack. But you know, spirit makes it way even through stones to deliver answers and solutions just like that!

Either someone will say some thing to you or you over hear some thing that make a whole lot of sense or not, an article will showcase multiple choices, one of which is the best appropriate answer for you; hindsight will nudge you to look through your life-files arcade or the ‘remember when so and so shared a personal story that helped you along the way’ will tap your intellect; a sudden aha moment spring you to action or no action. Or you, in your wanderings, you bumped into something or ended up somewhere just as you need only then you were least expecting it or in a way that makes magic a religion inagurated by the cosmos. And the best part is, The best part is when your heart makes so much sense that it defies your five senses.

Wadada

You understand that you had been trying too hard to simplify an already simplified life; you kept thinking that there’s gotta be more to God than that, more to heaven than that; more to belonging and fitting in God's team!

What a relief I see in you as you renew our marriage commitment- a daily resolution to be happy you left the womb and all the ‘wombs’ where you tried to hide your heart and its desires and all the ‘wombs’ where you thought you’d find a way back to me

Isn’t it amazing to know that the whole time I was already what you wanted me to be and all the wrestling and looking and searching was so you could reacquaint yourself with me, and prepare you to enjoy the reunion? Not that there was ever any severance between us. I know that the scripture declares that I created human a little less than God. that however does not imply that there was something you had to do to hang out with me... never!

What can I say?

I am happy you took the opportunity to know that much for sure; I am ecstatic that you are mine and you have accepted me to be your numero uno on our terms! I know that you wanted no other way!m

The return to innocence...again and again and... again

Childlikeness curiosity and trusting shake up the mind in a way that only innocence can- always eager to know more and ready to fill up the senses with new discoveries to old inventions.

This willingness to freely ask awe striking questions makes the child and childlikeness experience oneness with the cosmos. Simple things capture the attention of inquiring minds with zealous hearts- vulnerable, yet never frazzled.

Trained later to treat life so seriously that the same interesting world then feels unsafe, unlovable and insecure; and the same cosmos is turned into a monster that must be dreaded.

Lies pose like truth and the mind twirls about like leaves in the autumn breeze waiting for decomposition day except that the leaves know no fear and the mind by then is warped with fearful thoughts.

Thank God for the ability to crawl into the soul where truth continues to grab the attention of the childlikeness curiosity with an excitement about bonding with the ‘unknown’ as if somehow convinced that it is very familiar. And it is!

The thing the longer the mind has lived in the social zoo the less it is inclined to remember its true nature- a creature designed to be like God, something that the return to innocence can evoke and reclaim.

Some days I believe that it is a one-time shot; spirit gentle nods me back to reality…and I nod in agreement

That indeed, can be a life long process…

Sometimes I wonder why I ever left the womb

then and again I would never have had the chance to try out the camel through the eye of a needle calisthenics and knowing what it feels like to wander away from 'home'

Happy Wedding Days

Dear Angeal-Eyes

I am here again today to present myself to you as I renew my daily vow to nourish your heart’s soul with love’s endless compassion

Time and gentleness can erode the hardest stone; so too, love and kind words can transform a person’s life perception

Just as those naked trees endure the cold winters; so too does the spirit persevere in tough times

This is what makes marriages last forever and evermore long after the honeymoon and those wedding bells

Pronouncing I love you means more to our lives than all the possessions this world has to share

So I vow to continue sharing and enjoying life together, daily. My whole being intends to love you just as you are and as you want to be loved

Your lifetime guarantor,

God

It’s a New Year

The countdown of farewell to another year is always a bit thrilling and a little puzzling. Thrilled to have one more year of experience; puzzled that timeless has no beginning and no ending but here I am celebrating the beginning of another year. Pretty schizophrenic- in a normal kind of way! Clock time without the ticking.

It’s a New Year

clock announced
midnight hour
in rolled another day

the expected
interconnected
with unexpected

joys of continuations
serenity of memory
thrill of living dying

Though matter what
moment unfolds
enjoy its offering

it's a new year
Gnothi seauton
each breath counts

The longer way back to the infinity

In the world of hurry up there are as many shortcuts as many reasons to hurry up
In the ideal world, the real world there is no such thing. Shortcuts do not exist!

Detour, take long breaks, postpone, build mazes, escape the moment, hide from it, even hibernate are all acceptable appeals on the longer way track which must be traversed in full swing on due course

Prolonging the inevitable though, that does not in any way force, coerce or manipulate the cosmos to tilt and rotate and revolve or hold on, hold off, slow down its schedule. It waits for no man. Time itself can do zilch to change that, not even with its most impressive shortcut in hurry up busyness.

Renewable life force

Instead of giving up on my agreement with cosmos, I continue to remove the limitation that I had once upon a time tattooed on the screen of my consciousness

That will remove the farsightedness with which I used to process life situations when it was too hard to ignore its message. I hold on fast on to intuitive intelligence as it helps me to accept that all things are for good and so I feel more and more encouraged to press on cooperatively with Holy High Ancient Wisdom

Allowing qualities like feeling less than fully connected with infinite potential only messes up my vision and the mind that delivered the signed, sealed and sacred agreement written by the lifetime guarantor. A deal I breached far too many times. Once I realized what I was doing to break that seal of faithfulness made during the sacred dance with the embryo I had to recommit my vow to Queen-King Cosmos and trade the corrosive attrition attributes and thank OmniGod for its recall policy

Is it any wonder OmniGod allowed spirit to be restless; stagnant enough to agitate every cell of my body and expel every obstruction of its flow… rewriting the script was already heart wrenching enough!

Now I enjoy making noise that cause Earth to rumble in sacred revelry

Music: harmony at work

I have always strongly felt the energy that music activates and generates in my innermost being. During times when I felt that was a place I would allow no one to go, some how their music made its way into where my spirit was hiding and it always felt okay how music joined nature to connect my spirit especially when the no entry sign was tattooed on my heart. It is as if the sign never applied to music and rightly so.

Otherwise…

…Who knows!

As I continued to evolve, I developed my personal conviction that music must be God itself using this sacred activity to uplift and harmonize my PMESS self. God knew that this medium always certainly worked on the strings of my consciousness. Maybe that is all I did before this lifetime zapped me from the ether dance studio. The more I tune in to my spirit the more I find myself back where the pure energy of music unleashes the clarity of this knowing. Music literally speaks very personally and intimately with me even when- no; make that especially when there’s no audible lyric and the more secular, the more the dance in heaven prolongs.

That is the kind that most resonate my core. That’s the kind that can go on and on and on and on… I call these musical dates, God-in-disguise

Wow!

I see why David did not mind spending all this time in the fields with the sheep and why he had so much inspiration to write songs that were almost unending.

I also admire all the brilliantly inspired instrument inventors, makers and performers.

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What a work of art!

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free thought and responsibility for actions

Just as the vineyard worker prunes and grooms the vine so does wisdom tweak and discipline the mind and brain in order to enjoy a more satisfying life.

Can anyone be wise without ever having fought a battle for oneself…without ever having stood up for oneself even thought that means flying in the face of criticism? Can anyone boast of doing it alone, succesfully?

The ability to interpret information that is real and applying it properly in personal life situation is the only best way I can prove knowledge useful. The ability to use common sense objectively drastically reduces apathetic mentality when the going seem rough and tough.

Free thought and responsibility for actions heightens the right use of knowledge and understanding. One does not need to be brilliant to be wise- just a passionate psyche yearning to know more will reap the benefits of discernment- inner strength, creativity, curiosity, intuition, love of learning and, broadening of fresh perspective, keener observation and lifelong intuition and an increasingly growing appetite for absorbing the joy of everyday life

Health care choice: partnering with the healing process

Nurturing and nourishing my cells with optimal dietry supplementation is my personal preference and as far as I am concerned about my health and full life span there is no human statute or regulation to restrict or refuse to respect my freedom to make this my responsibility for living well.

Encompassing the mind, body, emotions with self-respect and integrity- the perfect partners of healing- nurtures empowerment of authentic wholesomeness

Safer, less costly, more effective and natural treatments, along with an emphasis on empowerment of the person as a partner in one’s own health care and healing are the closest means to a cure. Healing- acceptance of, or surrender to what is, is the healing; well that is my personal take on the matter.

It is only after I stopped shoulding and coulding myself with entertaining regretful chagrin of myself as a child of Almighty God that I began to see the blessing in disguise, in fact I began looking at my life more respectfully and treating it as a wholesome identity with God Essence dwelling in me.

At first my mind began to tease me thinking, ‘it this some kind of joke, girl? For crying out loud!

I had to raise my awareness to a point where I began feeling much better about having been and being a member of the Earth family; more importantly I also began embracing my birthright in God’s kingdom.

The mind went…oh, no! I am losing her

Bruisers really have a way leading the mind and body back to its sacredness, which existed long before it became an embryo or a sperm or ova and even before it dusty disposition. Bruisers also have the converse effect- make one lash out at, and abandon God or threaten to divorce God, like I contemplated on many occasions when nothing made sense

What can I say? The paradox of sense and essence

Learning about the body and how it works and its own innate physician’s ability to know itself and how to care and sustains itself is the beginning of taking honourable responsibility for its upkeep even when forced to compromise by living in unoptimal conditions

Every body can produce its own healing nourishment to maintain health in everyday living as well as in emergencies or life-threatening situations. Miss that mark! And disastrous consequences ensue.

Ridding oneself of the life force of the body is what is making the body die

Taking deep breaths in and out and eating the very foods we avoid like a plague is what invites us to pay close attention to our bodies internal signal and its stress alerts; something I am becoming more intuitive in understanding and though sometime I get frustration when I cannot readily figure out the interpretation of the body’s message, it knows that it is not because I want to ignore it and so it kicks in because I agree to cooperate and give it a chance to sought itself out; thus I have come to agree that sometimes all it is saying is back off; the same thing that OmniGod had been telling me from way back when.

That, I sense is the answer to my pain, which returns at the first sign of disobedience to my intuition.

Thank goodness for silic essence!

When I bumped into the Latin translation for the word silly, I felt silly- good and plenty silly; and for the first time, it was the most new welcomed attitude towards the seriousness of this English word; seriously absurdly out of rank with its roots of origin: silic means to be healthy, happy and prosperous

So why is silly a bad thing?

It seem to me that a lot of lexis have been stripped of their hymen

An almost near moment of analysis paralysis

Following one’s heart even in the face of criticism is sure sign of eliminating procrastination.

Though procrastination is always defined as a hazard to success it is subtly encourage when Timeless says, a-n-d…action!

All of a sudden it feels like the heart is not too smart to want the brain bank to let go of all this and that in favour of its wooing

All of life involves taking risks

I am amazed at how many times I still need to remind myself of that as if it is a nouveau inspiration.

The record risks I am taking is to continue to learn from mistakes, watch my self talk language, plan intelligently and make necessary adjustments to follow on par with life’s strategy so that the brain and mind can work favourably with my heart

I empty my mind of all anxiety, fear and all sense of insecurity when its time to act on opportunity that appear too risky

And bust the stress of uncertainty

Birds of a feather…

Birds of a feather flock together because that is what God must have commanded birds to do, or so I understand

Engaging in collective communism, separatism, capitalism, conservativism is no close comparism of why birds flock together

Birds also know it is free to be like the seagull and

Either, wait for dead fish to float to shore
Or
hangout in the parks and wait patiently for picnickers

Or
Train its wings to soar to the sky and collect birdseed

Birds have choice- maybe that is why I am yet to meet a bird who have had nervous break down

birds know that hanging out in winter season could freeze them to death
so they fly off to Florida

human being knows that Jesus took time off and God rested

flocking in collective conscious conditioning circle is the con of the pro to flog the flock if they don’t obey
and the price some pay is, live in hell or freeze in winter and still do what human beings are designed to be consciously and responsibility.

Yes, both parameters must be present to enjoy self governing and flocking.

sprouting soul sustainace

At some point in life everyone experiences loss.

When hurt in life, the first impulse is to close the heart- the center of compassion and love-and even become afraid to start new relationships, take risks, move beyond the emotional struggles that paint a coat of gloom on the screen of perception. I was baffled at the fact that I knew all there is to know about love and yet I was so incapable to love and for a while I secretly craved this indispensable gift. Sometimes the pain was so strong that I felt very disempowered and knew not how to love myself, even how to accept my whole person.

Identifying and releasing the venom of pain and its struggle, and most importantly, feel the void and allow it to invite unconflicted love, insurmountable strength and empowerment from the innate being is the heart healer. Doing so requires one to consciously reach into the knapsack containing past hurt of disapointment; anguish of regret, that hound the courageous soul that still wants to make wiser choices in present life situations; forgive the fears and as in my case- forgive God and my ignorant participation and contribution to contaminating the heart’s purity and innocence.

Yes! The best healing for emotional unrest is to release the pain and, embrace love again; love like the heart has never been hurt or bruised or crushed. Acknowledging and honouring one’s emotional needs nourishes the heart, and soul restores peace of mind as well as renewed zest for life and worthy of love