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August 24, 2009

Peculiar palace

Healing wounds of the womb in the tomb of the refiners fire where not a minute lingers to suck in the pain lunged in at the heart from the weight of borrowed crosses of the topsy-turvy tilting and lulling is what made me take the leap of faith and ask God for my room in the mansion NOW !

Surprised but not surprised the moment that I was high ‘n’ low was as natural as the tide of the full moon eclipse. In that very instant the refiners fire transformed into my very own room equipped with everything including new ideas of gracefully gorgeous, pricelessly precious happy child of the Universe living a satisfied and sanctified life while alive.

I stomped in just in the nick of time to see the Pearly Gates jumbo next flight out to its warehouse of charitable contributions waiting for take off. Pearly Gates keeper was not impressed that I actually arrived alive, to say the least. It had to cancel its frozen-freedom freight on its auction-of-a-lifetime gala horizon

In God’s plan it is never too late to cash in chips, trade brownie points and gold star rewards for a personal version of ‘Wedding of Cana’ presentation or Psalm 23

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