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.

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!

human roses

the early humanitarians budded and bloomed after much of their own life situation flowered in their due season and that is including Jesus… there are thirty silent years of Jesus’ life when God was working in him with him and through him behind the scenes, if you will- away from the spotlight. This most trampled on rose who was later crowned with thorns, maybe the same thorn from the roses he represents. His thirst was quenched with vinegar and wine maybe wine vinegar

Allies, and their blessings

Allies*********************Blessings-

fear***********************************courage
anxiety*******************************serenity
anger*********************************calmness
insecurity****************************security
worry*********************************reassurance
mistrust*******************************trust
frustration****************************satisfaction
impatience****************************patience
resentment****************************appreciation
reproach******************************commend
guilt***********************************innocence
shame*********************************humility
jealousy*******************************celebration
doubt*********************************certainty
blame*********************************responsibility
control********************************surrender
force***********************************power
ignorance*****************************knowledge
regret**********************************acceptance
remorse*******************************dignity
pity***********************************forgiveness
greed*********************************contentedness
abandon******************************attraction
insecurity*****************************security
self confidence************************God-confidence
secrets*********************************disclosure
halftruth*******************************truth
bitterness*******************************sweeteness
neglect*********************************care
normal*********************************unorthodox
discord********************************harmony
past/future**********************************present

shifting from left-brain/right brain to full brain presents the course that is most right and most fulfilling of each now- with its gifts as presented; left brain and right brain live together happily ever after

letting life unfold

When the decision to live in the present comes alive, the only other thing to do is to lay down the cross; for that in fact is what Jesus did when he chose to resurrect himself as soon as he understood what God used his mind-body to accomplish.

Jesus realized that it was not meant to be a permanent state of agony; he had to free himself and that is the witness he is serving even to this day. the hole in his hands and sides did not varnish; in other words OmniGod never took it away; at least I have yet to come up with anything other than the story where Jesus used his scars to help out Thomas. Jesus did not, after that incident, berate anyone, or himself for what had happened.

I am yet to discover evidence that said that Jesus encouraged unnecessary suffering as a means to appease his death, resurrection and wherever the bible supports remembering Jesus was not limited to the last 3 days of his earth life... to me that encompasses his three years of active ministry and even his lineage. I mean why would he use what was to enable him to be taken up on a cloud and the next thing he was seated at the father's right hand... who were the witnesses to that awe wow a-ha moment?

There must have been some left brainers and right brainers side of the story!

There is no where- or is it nowhere- in the bible teaching where it indicated that Jesus kept running back to the cross and doing it all over again every time someone misses OmniGod’s mark. This, to me, would be spiritual enslavement to suffering and knowing God as I begin to understand God firsthand, OmniGod would never do something like that!

I can breath a sigh of redemptive salvation as I make sense of why God would kill Jesus to prove a point… the price is not on the heads of the blind followers. It is on the one who is leading the blind to a place where its soul cannot breathe.

Pilate washed his hands and it would be a great idea to follow this man’s example and of course his wife’s foresight.

as for me, I ascend my mental faculty to the OmniGods' availability and portion and let OmniGod multiply the talents endowed on me for its purpose: one leg dancing is much better praying stance than camel posing.

whoever exclaimed that OmniGod takes away his blessings must have been preying to left brain attitude.

my body sways and waves; my mind bumps and grinds while my spirit soar and gyrate and that is a good way to resurrect and let life unfold!

OM!

serious statistics

According to an article on Statistics Canada website: http://www.statcan.ca/Daily/English/031212/d031212c.htm, the following facts were the result of a Community Health survey on Gambling:

Provincial and territorial government of Canada generates twelve Billion dollars every year from gambling and casinos

Mind you, that is over and above the income tax and other legitimate payroll deductions before net paycheck- take home compensation

That take-home compensation then winds its way to join in unholy matrimony through the aisles of gambling…talk about seduction!

The government can always say ‘it wasn’t me’ but whoever legalized the act of gambling is itself an accessory and the statute applies to all in a democratic organization

Covetousness disguised as manna

Though matter how fancy the helmet or how secure it is strapped to the rat’s head as it is prepared to approach the swiss chees in plain sight, the trap is still a trap to do what a trap does. It may not necessary kill the rat, still it can trap a rat and that is just what happens to the money in the slot machines and as if that is not enough you have to watch it as it tempts, taunts and haunts the mind that has some explaining why there is no food, no home, no family, no will to live…

The survey goes on to share this facts base on its survey

Problemed gamblers are the highest category to commit suicide in Canada

maybe they were too busy to read the 'gambler’s anonymous' rules " know your limit, play responsibly

problemed gamblers are more likely to have the highest rate of alcohol dependency and substance abuse, serious financial, social, physical, emotional problems

people under thirty are more prone to become problemed gamblers

go figure, crime is more likely to be encouraged and escalate when encouraged to have it all

the result of not being able to have it all as promised, brings on a whole new mindset to have it all and it is perpetuated by the one who already has it all and made to believe that it should want just a little bit more.

This is to me, the trophy of "the survival of the fittest” syndrome and the crack and cocaine of the legal drug dealer-promise pumping industry and gambling endorsers. The bet is human being- life of humanity. When life boils down to a trade off as a means to an end... humanity is in serious danger of extinction and may very well become the next endangered species; if that becomes a logical fact, then stones and storms will evolve to do God's work because, unlike the stock market, God is always on duty and can use stones and storms if it has to.

while it is good that God can use stones and storms, I rather be, not a stone or storm

my question therefore is, is that a personal trouble or a social trouble and which one came first?

Dear OmniGod,

The world and all that is in it needs a Haphakh from its own insanity

Can nature destroy itself?

The answer is

The world and all that is in belongs to God and God alone
What nature enjoys creating for good is still good
what it took brains to construct is destroying exactly what it constructed; that is why the stock maket and even the fanciest castle is prone to collapse that disclaimers cannot sustain.

how’s that for an audit!

That is why I believe that census used for reasons other than remedial use of fixing what can be fixed is no census at all and, thanks to the Charter of Human Rights and Freedom which overthrows all the statutes of the nation, there is the choice of saying “ no thanks, I choose not to participate in compliance act

and I quote

'The Charter of Rights and Freedoms sets out certain individual rights and freedoms that cannot be infringed upon by the government. Since the government acts through statute law, the Charter limits the legislative authority of the government. If a court finds that a statute violates a right or freedom protected by the Charter, the court will rule that the statute is unenforceable."

Source: Criminal Law and the Canadian Criminal Code: 4th edition, Richard Barnhorst, B.A., LL.B; Sherrie Barnhorst, B.A., LL.B

That is a safe way to save selling the soul when nothing else is left to hand over.

How's that for an audit!

Reflecting on what Jesus meant…

Reflecting on what Jesus meant when he beckoned the women who were lamenting his crucifixion: “weep not for me; weep for you selves and your children”.

Was that a warning, blessing, curse, an eye opener, a mind charmer, fortitude awakening?

This makes stewing in my own juices more appetizing, most delicious and nutritiously nurturing so I can digest the message firsthand. I am beginning to enjoy Jesus’ attitude and teachings and the Word is more digestible.

When I asked OmniGod for some hard spiritual dumplings there must have been a round of applause in the cosmos as thunder, lightening and wind began to play music in gratitude to God for their assignment.

It is the same Word, the same testings! Somehow the shift in my perspective of life situations made the same Word new every reading!

When God gave the devil a foothold on Job there was one condition-boundary, if you will- do not kill him- his spirit is off limits; his choice to choose OmniGod is still up to OmniGod.

That weakened the devils strategy on winning Job from its Essence, in an instant. It took Job 42 chapters of testings and temptation and still his heart never swayed with the devil testiness. Though matter what, Job feared OmniGod- kind of like the vine connecting the branches to yield grapes to make wine just the way the meal likes it.

The stronghold was no match for the Almighty strength and still today that fact hold enough truth to make me want to thank God for my breath, my shebangs and, for life.

Isn’t that wonderful!

Paradoxical headlines

The criminal among us!

The criminal among us are the same ones we create
The mind that designed the currency is the mind that designs the counterfeit and, watch out!
The mind that invented the mint is the mind that invents the counterfeit machine
The same mind that conjured slavery, social policy aka laws, more, norms, class etc ..etc is the same mind in chains of bondage

The same mind that discouraged men from equal parenting responsibility so it trades it parenting role and children and offered instead a corporate ladder is the same mind that berets the parent and heaping hot coals on their heads
The us who thinks they have nothing to do with it have everything to do with it
The mind that invented excuses is the mind that is also responsible for having invented the excuses
The mind which so readily can identify a criminal had to also be the mind of a criminal
How else would the uncriminal know a criminal when it is sees what it thinks is a criminal- a common criminal at that!

the mind of the ciminal is doing what the mind of a ciminal was once taught by clever clan

The same mind that once was compliant to just saying say aye, is the one now saying neigh after removing the wool and mole from its eye- it's mind's eye

The same mind that blames is the same mind that failed to take responsiblity to make a change and the same mind that now takes responsiblity for its part reshaping humanity- inclusive collective consciousness

A banana peel protects the banana from bruises; it can also cause a nasty fall

Masterminding is intelligence abused; authority misused

It spread its sewage everywhere

so you see, mind
you try and try
you can blow the house down
the bell continues to toll
no belling the cat can alert the dead

spirit must remain free of bondage
no more shoehorning God

Unmounting the Sermon on the Mount

align="justify">Same ritual different approach

Some want its members to remember the memory of the crucifixion while they enjoy the resurrection of the bloody spirit.

Then and again it is the guilty that need to be washed in the blood. There is one denomination where the actors can’t have enough of the content of the chalice. They rinse it out and drink it to the last drop and then intoxication becomes a Christ practice with permission.

The mass is ended; go in peace to love and serve God

Well psalm 75 must have been documented as proof of the spirit at work among us amidst Essence.

Church is everywhere all the time in timeless fashion to serve and be served; not deserve, serve. That is my personal guidelines of church.

align="justify"> From unconsciously competent to consciously competence

thirteen is such an unlucky number, how come the GST+PST is such a good idea
lower income is rewarded with breaks and tax returns. Where is the cream of one’s crop?

health care is free serving for democracy. Where’s the piece of the pie for the uncensused with ‘no fixed address’

income is one’s earning how come take-home pay leftover. Not even OmniGod puts its hands in people’s pockets

church is synonymous with the body of Christ. How comes it is locked most of the time and operates on business hours and no holiday service schedules

tithing is given freely to the Lord- cheerfully. Why does tax receipt determine the relevance of obedience and compliance of rendering to Caesar and offering to God

it is okay for the justice system to deliberate and unokay for the just to liberate. What’s up with that? This is what’s up
fear gone too far
sad use of majority and possible nothing
minority rules… just oblivious of it reign to rein
and so the mind goes from Sunday best to Monday mess

align="justify">all that glitters

I find it very amusing to notice that the weakest link can disable the strongest chain; and that the weakling is never the weakest link

Locusts have no leader and ants have brain
The weakest link can cause a great chain response instead of a chained reaction
Its mighty weakling ability, like the little train
Choo choo…choo..choo
True true…true true

Go, mass is ended
church continues

Limited thinking: mystery manufacturer

as I continue accepting Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis accountability for my morsel of intelligence I envision a lifetime Gurantee God- OmniGod. Personal beliefs rose from death and the sick saint is rising to sit at the Father’s side, willingly.

That is why I always ask God to help me come to the green pastures, knowing that there is nowhere where it presence is not that I shall not need.

My mind is still on parole and accepting what is as what is, is well with my soul. That is an unbinding agreement with the unknown!

Unbound awareness: bondage breaker

When I stop holding OmniGod responsible for all my aimless wanderings, for a while I continued to envision a God of wrath. The technocolour beliefs razzle-dazzled my profound dread of the manifestation of a sick mind- which is what I have come to realize is referred to as the devil: a saint who has become ill and this is something the human mind is very susceptible to becoming, only it is manifested in zillions of ways.

That is why I always asked God to help me run away from the dangers of the shackled devil and when it felt like that is where I had to be; I gave up coveting the truth

My mind was on parole as it seesawed between earth self and Godself; that too, was good place to be- it is called the comfort zone.

And without any previous rehearsal it was time to move along and with God it is ready or not, I marvel at God's way of doing things except this time I decided not to squabble with the Almighty.

God is watching

My beloved

I just want to take a moment to breath new ideas in you just like I did with Father Abraham who never knew what I was up to yet was willing to let me lead and, like Moses who always wanted to know for sure that he was okay in my book of records before proceeding with my orders.

Continue to be certain that I AM is watching, always watching…and when the mind wants to retaliate just remember the sparrows!

I AM with you,
Jehova Jairah

My Moses and Abraham moment

I can begin to relate to Moses adn Abraham like never before and so I continue to use their story as an aid so I can have a little idea of my own when the burning bush say Here I AM.

All smiles!

Hey Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis

I told you one day I will explain and I know that you would not care for my long story or even short version… you just want all the breaths in the world to continue to enjoy exploring your mind and prying my intelligence on earth as in heaven.

That is what 'seek first the kingdom of heaven' is personally stamping in your brain and, of course in your heart.

Continue to use it wisely!

I am happy you have finally catch on with me. Congratulations on your great accomplishment and, thanks for your patience and trust

OmniGod

an attitude adjustment

Often times I assist the body maintain its self and neglected to sustain my spirit to aid me in overall well being.

The result though relieving is often short of long term renewal… a process I now come to believe is in vain because my attitude of gratitude of total acceptance was never enough and resistance was always on a high roll.

That was my biggest issue with God and the more I prayed that he remake me the more he remade my heart. Frankly there was time when I thought that is all God could do then! I graduated to that thought and asked the real McCoy to sow something more… I did not know what more although I used to think I had it all downpacked until the watershed moment which I also did not understand from an Intelligence perspective.

Too often we suffer from listening to the condemnation of human thinking and reasoning. Social judgement cannot prevent God from blessing us. We have to trust Him/Her to keep His/Her promise, not human’s.

"God is constantly renewing us in God’s image, in order to bring us to a full knowledge of itself” Colossians 3: 10- the Good News Bible (extreme faith version)

Now, that is what I call good news in bad times!

Thinking: dreaming with mind’s eyes wide open

Being fully attentive with what the mind is thinking is imperative to secure a genuine mind-heart connection for then what comes out will always be conscious intent.

Maybe that is what the meaning of as a person thinketh so is that person is implying.

Unconscious dreaming is an amazing thing for me because God knows that clearing away the debris in my mind is no easy drill, and so it helps dissolve the agitation of nightmares so that I can think intuitively once the scarecrow ceases to interrupt the flow of consciousness.

Since the source of all consciousness is constantly readily available when I am why wait for a sleeping cycle to obtain the cream of the crop!

Insomnia and depression take on a whole new meaning, which I identify as inspiration placed in the waiting chamber or, maybe on suspension.

So going forward, whether awake or asleep I stay fully alert and connected to the breath of the Spirit flowing in all.

Trumpet blast!

When I stopped hiding my feelings and desires from me, God came out of hiding. The irony of irony’s intelligence was just as estranged, as I was normal.

OmniGod revealed its first lesson:

You cannot be normal and crazy. You, Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis have to choose: life or death; me or everybody else or, choose one that includes everyone and me. My ears perked up; my body slouched, my mind closed, my heart opened up and spirit released.

How long ago was that, God?

Who cares! I am timeless, remember; and ageless too

All I had the energy to whisper was alleluia, Hallelujah and hear, OmniGod- Nympha Angeal- Eyes Francis, you can do better than that!

So I shouted to the top of my refueled lungs- oxygened lungs- not toxicated longing.

Hallelujah you are the holy high God, OmniGod!

And OmniGod breathed a sigh of relief and teased me “you are a lot of hard work to keep up with…”

Before I could say another word God was off to help another fallen saint while I freelance and franchise for OmniGod, as a vineyard worker and let Jesus change water into wine and blood.

my prayers were answered; rather, the answers to my prayers began to make sense in the formed self, to the formed self. In other words I became an informed self- in transformation. God truly does not give anyone more than its fair share of suffering and, joy is as bountiful as there are mansions in heaven and tombstones in hell

death’s warrant is still a blank check; death can shoot blanks too! it is good to know that for sure!

In fact all death shoots is blank just like the scarecrow; the person who designed the scarecrow must have had a good analogy and maybe his/her own encounter with and of death…. Cheers!

I thank God for the first lesson which now that God makes a whole lot more sense on a crazy level thinking, this is the only lesson- though taught through many life situations- that I will ever need to practice in the real world whether it presents heaven or hell; earth or eternity. I know which one I will continue to choose: earth and eternity

transcending circumstances

just as squeezing a sponge oozes what saturated its pores , so seeing the real purpose in situations and crisis reveal itself when the moment squeezes its meaning to the surface. And even though all still may not make perfect sense; it helps in letting go the need to resist indispensable and invincible OmniGod.

the unknown is still very unknown. The difference is that I am practicing to trust that whatever is on OmniGod’s schedule is what will happen; and so fighting it is an unremitting waste of life- a waste of living.

shifting my perception so as to puncture the tires of doubt was a shot in the dark. there was no staircase, no Olympic torch, no cheerleaders; not even a little map saying; hey, this is the Way to Truth and Light. It’s as though I had to go through this as omnipotent’s test of trust. The good thing is, instead of presenting a maze, while going through the motions; I recognized that there were no dead ends.

hope then became more an active sport and like the wake that dissolves after the boat has glided off the oceans waters, I begin to believe that behind every challenge is an opportunity… the opportunity.

immersing myself in the wellness spring was very frightening and almost debilitating; still it was either that or existing in the mind of my past or exasperating from waiting for the future to save me; neither of those choices are existent. And God knows me all too well when I get to that fork of the road. It is fire and brimstone in heaven and peace on earth in hell.

jehovah is very busy doing only what a jealous God can do. Mother Nature wasted no time in revealing how God keeps its promise.

beliefs that clog the Well must be excavated and that’s no small drill. It is a rigorous requirement so that when circumstances squeezes the soul-though matter how chockingly insidious; spirit outshines the embarrassment.

that is something to count as always presenting a favourable lesson- free to be human and absolutely free to be divine.

thank you, Rock of Ancient of Days, for knowing when to give me foresight and for knowing when hindsight is the best way to get my attention.

Belly of the whale

Jonah tried to escape God and God had a whale waiting to devour him whole, alive and frightened of God.

The ship he used to estrange from his calling was not as safe as he thought. No sooner did the ship take off setting sail with Jonah all fine and dandy, the boat began to shake and rock and it was no rock and roll jeopardy.

Emptying the boat was of no good use because God was looking for Jonah and God was serious about his son Jonah best interest. So Jonah decided to let the boat not suffer any more and owned up as the shipwreck waiting to happen.

The rest of Jonah’s story came alive and fresh in my reflection and resolution to not run away from God- the only resolution and reflection that began to make sense as a required goal setting to save me from gaol.

Unlike Jonah, I kept running away in my mind until one day I said, okay God…. whatever!

My sarcasm did not even stop God from taking that as a I surrender to you God; he knew that I was still a bit pissed off and smudged about ending my need to fight God on God matters and that fear was pointing its stepmother-fingers at my cinders

All God said is, come with me; I got plans!

This was too good to refuse; never had I been granted such an unconditional offer still I recognized it as just that

Just like a baby knows

Just like that

and God knows I had no money to pay for its offer

God offered it all just like that

i knew God was serious

just like a baby knows

just like that

if

if I were not created to being a wild child then God would have no desire or reason to pursue me
if I were not destined to be a wild child then the devil would have no desire or reason to chase me either

if I was of little or no value God would have not left the 99 to look for me
if I was of little or no value the devil would not really care too hoots

if my soul were not sick Jesus would not care to command, “Physician , heal thy spirit’; renew your way of seeing God’s mind at work

if my soul were not sick, the devil would not have a battlefield

if my well were not dry, the Godman would not invite me to springs of living water, without money, without strife
if my well were not dry, the devil would not have the opportunity to tempt me like it did when Jesus was in agony

in hindsight I see that God always presents choice and if all the conditions were not in place then I would not have had the choice to walk away from God and, God would not care two hoots if the devil finished me off

God would not have someone to pursue. God would have no reason to be jealous

the devil would have no reason to want to compete with God or take God's place and life would be boring... very yawningly-boring and death would be an amazing idea to dwell on; time would mean something; life's nook and cranny would be echoing with dirges and, prescriptions would no longer be the order of the day or hard to afford. no one would care to get better and the devil would win all the time; it would marvel at its catch.

so in fact both God and devil know what I am made of
one is glad; one is mad

And so the chase and the pursuit continue on earth, as it is in heaven

Remarkable

The wisdom with which the body communicates its knowledge and self heal ability makes me appreciate taking full responsibility for fine-tuning how I attend and respond to it language as it informs me of how I can assist it and cooperate with the universe to sustain bodymindsoulspirit unity.

That in turn contributes to full understanding of myself and life and how I can participate in creating appropriate choices to generate living optimally when situations present moments that test my perseverance potential and moments present situation that applaud me with cosmic bravo!

The intelligence of the body is a truly amazing reflection of its maker’s intention and so I continue to honour my side of the ongoing agreement to accept responsibility for supporting and respecting the body

Let there be…

When God spoke to the emptiness and transformed nothingness into somethingnesses the result manifested in an instant. God did not stand there scratching its head or its headlessness and go, I wonder...hah…hah, I wonder what would happen if I wished for day and night; man, woman serpent; Garden of Eden, land of milk and rock hard honey. No! God just declared the Ocean move this way and make enough room for the sea and it was all good and stars began to wink and moon and sun knew exactly when it was time to curtsy and shine bright..

The active ingredient in God wonders is its faith in its Omniness. After all there was no one for OmniGod to consult with. I suppose that is what has God in a league of its own-the source of inexhaustible talent. The God of paradox gave dominion to birds, fish and all living creatures, not just some…all. God is a fair God. That’s the challenge and conversely that is the leverage. Maybe that is why even Jesus always prayed to God before uttering his words and always the heart’s desire was according to the seeker’s ‘faith’- not its lifestyle or accolade of trinkets and toys.

It took me a long time to identify the lesson hidden between the line that is often implied and sometime stated. The good thing is I got it and spirit does not want me to give time to reproach. That was a tough act to dissolve- a habit that mind and body held me bound to until I reeled in spirit and it dissolve the mesh in which I had been trapped for God knows how long and, why.

Hip-hip to the result of yet another breakthrough a là fashion different

respectful, responsible rebel

When I thought to believe that someone connected to me by lineage and even non-lineage and authority ‘authors’ held the missing part of me in trust while assigned to care for me, I was livid… not wild, just livid. I was livid with God and livid with Death!

Everyone who, I thought had the noble responsibility of guarding, keeping and tending to the treasure that God built in determining who I am were either dead, dying or waiting to die.

What kind of sick jock is that?
I mean what kind of God gives your endowment to someone other than the rightful recipient and expect me go along with that all my life and reunite after death to redeem something I would not even need because in the new life you get new body and new life…and while on earth strife and strive to redeem my birthright…

…Bull Shit!

That was not a good enough offer from the God who owns and knows everything. I did not want the impossible to become possible when I do not have any use for it … I want it before I die.

I laid that offer on God’s table and it was my turn to command…

Dear God,

Please...pretty please here’s my offer. Take it or leave it. Your seeker
Child of God, Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis
Hope to hear from you some day before I die!

I think God went into hiding for a very long time and I became the stone that I dreaded would one day take my place and it did not matter. I really had some big issues with God and I defied him every bit that I felt he owed me. I was drunken high on God defiance. I fought death relentlessly so it could release the stolen goodies and stop stealing the people who held my treasure hostage and wouldn’t return it. I think I woke up all the resting in peaces- not pieces- souls to bring back my treasure because I cannot function clearly without it.

It took a lot of bruisers to sombre me up and it took God a lot of pursuing with good intentions to win me back and bruisers, good as their purpose were, are not my idea of obedience rewards.

That’s why the serenity prayer makes a whole lot of sense when I feel like I am in a spiritual drunkenlike stupor. Then it dawned on me one day when I was too livid….

…let death do what death gotta do…

I sprung from tranceland with a sudden burst of energy- too much energy for someone who could not recall the last meal if there was even a meal to remember.

I asked myself where did that come from?

I began asking myself a lot of questions and also wondered where did all those God-forbidden questions came from.

It was me. I resurrected except unlike Jesus I kept dying again and again.

Death resigned from its enjoying of my plight in chasing some scarecrow in the Garden of Eden

That is what transforms the trail of death to the truth territory where rebels are not suppose to tread and the meek fear to traverse. Now I am transforming into a responsible respectful rebel- a wild child… not livid, just wild and practising treasuring the treasure living inside me.

The common link

When I really tune in to the music of silence, I realized now why I am so calm in its presence.

deep inside me it knows that I was never really a big fan of the spotlight; it just used to feel good at the time to act well in delivering a flawless performance and that did not impress God too much!

and so soul allied with mind-body until it was fed up of my ignoring its purpose and it made me so fed up that I decided that show is over. a flawed performance a.k.a and better known as mistake, is not the end of living- it is only a step towards the beginning and time cannot do a thing about that possibility!

Thus dies the illusion of time as I enjoy the common link with humanity and I do not have to act. That is the treasure of human being instead of human doing… human constantly doing!

The serenity prayer

Whoever assumes that the serenity prayer is designed only for alcoholics is depriving a whole lot of non alcoholics of a potent does of Spirit empowering medicine.

We are all drunkards looking for our Spirit and until Spirit get what it wants from us we might as well resolve to stay drunk on ignorance or choose to get sober from getting high on the earth existence where body and mind think they are it and invite Spirit to empower us even while still traversing this planet.

Whoever first composed the serenity prayer must have been drunk or crazy over God and that was a good place to be for s/he must have been having an Ecclesiastes eclipse and may very well have been at the point of feeling like St Francis of Assisi or maybe even Moses.

Though I know and medicate on them both, the serenity prayer always leap up front when either of them is needed. I am not going to ask God about that. I just leave well alone!

And pray the serenity prayer.

A great discovery

Whoever came to the realization and conclusion that human uses only ten percent of the brain must have tithed the remaining 90 percent to God during an aha moment.

God gave us a whole brain to use and doing so in no way takes away the truth- it is our minds that God created a little lower than its own, not the brain's ability to think- consciously think. Eliminating and filtering 'this from that' is a 10 percent use of intelligence.

How much did God hold off ?

1 percent; ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine… a few cells! I do not know for sure; all I can attest to is that I relinquish making human beliefs enslave my mind by reducing its value to a mere ten percent because ten percent is what belongs to the earth world; ninety percent..., that is what returns to where it came from when dust to dust, ashes to ashes declares the verdict. That, in my mind, is what God is asking for, the ten percent which the body and its way of thinking is made of- the temple so it can use it for good-it’s intended purpose!

Since it was God’s idea to loan it to me then why worry about that and hold God hostage and lose my breath!

Since I am not expempt from entering heaven or dwelling in hell won't I cash in my chips and let go of the contempt for life or with the giver of life!

Why?

The answer to that simple question clarifies the Abraham and Isaac story and the Jesus death and resurrection mystery.

the world and all that is in it belongs to God and I thank Intelligence for setting the record straight with me once and for all... now and forever at a time when i could best understand it.

that, to me, is a one hundred percent achievement- a full recovery in a healing sense of the mind.

Spiritual sanity

One of the sins I was most vulnerable to was spiritual ignorance. This brought me situations that cause my faith to be seriously tested and arrogance of ignorance was in for a rude awakening- no, unscribe that- it was a radical shift; a big spin on the cosmos wheel.

Lessons in becoming humbled by the cosmos chauffeur were simply to realign my will to its Plan and my wheel to its wagon so I would not be too boastful of my talents and hold back its high hallelujahs.

See, God knew that for a whole many lifetimes I had decided to just do my own thing and for a long time I thought that I was. Well one moment, in an instant, God took a good look at me decided no way in heaven or on earth am I going to let this soul return from whence it came without knowing the truth…

God knows too well what I tell him live and direct! I had some issues with God; my issues were alwasy with OmniGod!

It turns out that I was God’s rival and ignorance was no bliss in heaven when I found that out. That was another of those times when I was mute. I had no excuses or arguments or even the least desire to state my case.

I just stood there and watch those tears trickle down heaven while staring in the mirror.

Priceless!

Specialization

In this day and age many specialized are engaged in unspecialized jobs and the struggle to make it through the hard time in good time and the good times of hard time is taking its toll on wellness and being- sure symptoms of premature death.

Civilization is killing the masses and the attempt to hide this truth under the carpet is heaving huge debts and I am not even talking about the tangibles.

A tormented soul is no joke when it returns to preach the truth about the death after life and let me guess; this is the best and worse specialist- a soul seeking peace after the form once again become formless. Some will come back for their Unspent employment insurance, life insurance, car and home insurance, retirement plans and CPP, health tax and all the ten percent contribution to the support of all the worthy causes.

There are those who like the rich man and Lazarus will plead with Father Abraham to return so they can finish the business with their past.

The best specialization to me is to heed the signs of the times; use it wisely and let OmniGod take note.

God knows I can’t keep up with the specialization requirements any other way!

Complementary Cure

Listening to what the knower of everything is instructing right as I am falling asleep is making me want to write when I do not want to, right now.

As soon as I started playing with the words it began laughing out loud as if to wake up all the cells that wanted to go into deep sleep instead. They know that they always have the choice to please their needs and so without arguing with the source of choice they used the laughter has a lullaby and soon the knower of everything created the conditions for a swift exist from the world of active living and before the cells of celf were in God’s recovery room, where its physician took up active duty to remedy, repair, remove, regenerate the cells in time for their return to the land of life in their own time.

When my cells woke up they were laughing and the knower of all was resting and working at the same time. I volunteered to write now, right now and immediately the message, which the laughter of the knower of all used to induce its caring cure, is helping me to remember as I transcribed

catalyst of catalysts

Change is inescapable
The one who changest not is also unavoidable
The one constant thing that changest not is the constant that changes everything
Indeed, the changeless changes that which changes
Riding on the vehicle of profound and thrilling change in the cubicle of an inferno, muck cremates.

Sacred dance of the embryo

Sacred dance of the embryo

Weeping over days long dead and lamenting over days no where yet in plain sight along the stretch ahead longing, I wait for the long gone what used to be to take its turn on the recycling conveyor belt of the universal factory. As certain as tomorrow will become now, the old, recycled days can return brand new and improved!

Time where does your illusion stop!?!

I often wonder whether the real separation anxiety is the fact that time misses what used to be as it waves a good bye just when I stop taking it for granted as though life is becoming less important.

I cannot help but compare this scenario to the unborn- sadly leaving the comfort of the womb already knowing the sacred dance of the embryo is over!

Impressive intimacy continues to perch at the core of my heart and the memory of my mind where divine insight eternally lingers, loiters, live lavishly where the embryo drifts deeper into calm consciousness.

Even Jesus had these moments. Transcending time, space, age, anguish, busyness, status, reputation never ever at the cost of his character and right to think; make decisions even a slow ending doom that tries to extinguish optimism and all the fruits of the spirit threatening never to be rekindled again could target.

Ouch

Yauwch

Farewell to the damness
Endless enjoyment is coming around like the brand new day going yipppeeeee as it falls off the conveyor belt of the horizon
The same me, the same day- refined, rekindled, reborn
Sacred dance is on
Admission- free
Venue- heavenly on Earth
Time- ready… steady--- dance
DJ- beyond description
Music- strumming of the heart
Dress code- enchanting
Imagine Jesus jiving away at the wedding of Cana sipping water
And
Mary, his mama stalling his groove to request a miracle-

Imagine that!

The Risk of Growing

Change continues to fuel the fire of inner passions. Thanks to an inquisitive soul’s thirst and hunger mixed with determined desire to make the most of every minute on earth in this lifetime heart and mind continues to say "I do” to spirit and body

The once upon a lifetime of emotional issues or trauma of anger, anxiety, fear, guilt that blocked and disrupted the subtle flow of cosmos squeezed the brain and twinge the heart.

Finding and identifying these subtle emotional issues were at first very challenging because I could not be specific as to what I was feeling and why I was feeling what I was feeling. I knew I could figure it out, I just did not know that I can figure it out. Then I wanted to know how to figure God out. I asked Life to help me figure out myself without pissing God off or provoking the devil. God smirked and Life took on the challenge. I agreed to cooperate with the process. Explaining something that I did not know how to explain that I did know was ripping my sanity to shreds. I tried to hold on to the intent of resolving the comprehensive apprehension that lingered in my soul until Life resumed its placid fluidity and turn apparent failure into lessons for growth of life

This art of learning presented much unusual adventure to the collection of plenty- plenty of experiences that increase the appreciation of the fact that life is short, long, boundless and endless... priceless- an old fact, which the mind is able to redefine and invite as a welcomed challenge of the soul’s urge to enrich imagination with inspiration of its ideas of the meaning of ‘go forth and multiply’.

Sharp intuition and keen analytical skills multiplied by the value of being specific and forthright with God yields soul satisfaction. Serenity, sanity, sanctity also resumed their charisma

The memory of love made immediate reunion with God, at first in an angry hostile courtship. I knew that this love is the real McCoy because it made God real to me and this is turning out to be the most exhilarating experience. At last I am enjoying the earlier years of my existence. God and love are no longer troublesome terminology to contend with

Lo and behold

I know that you had it in for me for a long time now because the testing juts doesn’t seem to letup and holding on for the next supply of grace seem to test your patience and since you promise to let me have my way, you kind of forgot how much I still want you to be honest with me about your feelings of this, that and everything that engages your being. That’s why I keep pushing your buttons.

And it worked!

Besides, there had been this dreg of dead old cells about ruffian-God as you so aptly described them, snuggled away waiting for moments like this when lo and behold bubble into action like lava in a volcano.

I know it was a safe time and with good reason, I let the ghost loose and allow the eruption to flow out safely, with me at your side the whole time just enjoying every step of the way.


Continue working out those spiritual muscles; a little fitness training now and then will clear the ashes.

I am yours truly!

What more can I say…
…Trust that you are at the right place, at the right time for the right reason with the right attitude, so open your eyes and enjoy the adventure and you will succeed with the breakthrough.

OmniGod