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

Writing and Prayer: creative combination

There is a common connection between writing and prayer and I have arrived at the crossroad where I cannot differentiate between the two. It is as though writing and prayer form a circle of life that defines my life mission as life unfold, without my angst to redirect its course. My newfound admiration to let God be God and let God use me, yes, use me makes me believe that I can live forever.

Indeed with God all things are possible!

The peace of mind that comes with healthy self-care is pristine, too pristine to consider trading.

Work: activity performed consciously

Collectively and individually consciously performing whatever…whatever it is one finds engaging in the very moment that it is being done is Life’s way of defining work, personally. So is there such a thing as unemployment, I asked life live and direct… and where’s the guarantee of a pay cheque. On more than one occasion life situations presented the answer loud and clear. I used to think that maybe life did not quite understand my question and then the response seem to play like a mantra each time I asked Life the question. I thought maybe- just maybe- life’s dictionary needs to be much more simple than it already is.

Gainfully also, was another word I needed life to breakdown its definition to make it pliable applicable to my mind’s understanding and acceptance of worthy contribution to make this world the new heaven where hell is permitted to play its part so that the business of living on Earth can yield personal happiness and willingness to let go of the idea of suffering by eliminating the need for enslavement to prove the want to separate the fittest of the fittest from fitness.

Life is making sure that collective consciousness of every activity engaged in responsibly, is the only way to reverse and eradicate the damaging consequences that ignorance uses to plague dignity and integrity of each person’s heroic mission to restore respect, peace and sanctity of sanity in a manner that is deeply nourishing collectively and individually. And it is happening right now in this lifetime. Now, that is how I understand Life’s definition of work and gainful employment. With or without the guarantee of a pay cheque everything that is stamped with Life’s Seal receives its life supporting benefits from Life. Nature, spring and earth display this fact- immaculately

So I remain willing to obey life’s commands and proceed with whatever…whatever I am doing and being and trust that Life provides resources, inspiration and enthusiasm to incorporate and contribute to helpful ways of living everyday life- frays and all, responsibly
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Letting go of life leeching roles and goals

Victim, accuser, judge, superwoman, people pleasing and rescue ranger roles come in as many costumes as there are mind-tactics lodge in a memory of habits embedded in the human psyche.

Many of these roles appeared to be very life sustaining and so the mind kept adopting the habits, mastering the art of maintaining and improving the habits of doing something that seem life saving and redeeming. What I have come to accept is that though matter how much emphasis is placed on life leeching roles, life continues to impart truth and wisdom enough to dissolve the deception of habits that function contrary to life sustainability.

Just because the human mind collectively complies to compromise life does not make life reconsider its role in existence by giving up its inherent wisdom. That has been a very arduous journey with reality and integrity in Earth School. Already my mind knows that once these roles finally kick the bucket roles that kept it alive will cremate and so it has been kicking and screaming and scaring the living daylight of my body, soul and even spirit. Still I know that deep within my being is a silenceserenescholar. That makes me rest in peace consciously knowing that I am not the one dying- it is all the wornout roles and goals of noroyaltyloyalty that make living impossible even with all the accumulated accolades of awards rewarded to the mind.

The most feared truth…

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…Is the truth itself

Now that I know that God is taking care good care of what concerns me, I am planning my graduating from life ceremony.

That which was a decade ago supposedly a signal of suicide that set death-fearers on high red alert while I in no way was planning to knock on any where near the gates of St. Peter. That waylaywaylay had me expend and spend so much energy justifying and trying to prove that I was not about to do anything ‘stupid’ and nowadays I wondered why I even cared to want to explain why I needed to save my soul; and body and mind, while at it.

After having gone through so much of what I had began suspecting was my own life drainer; I began to throw away the cloggers-in-disguise and of course, according to the civilized world this is a no-no, just hang on to them and add more and work harder and accumulate every joy-tank drainer that my mind could hold on to along the way in what turned out to be the real hell that I was coerced to live in.

Meanwhile the ones who are diagnosing my insight through their lens of madness did everything to distract me and distracted I was and of course I was at the same time celebrating the fact that I took off time to appropriately assess the rawness of unhappiness.

Interestingly the one who was most adamant that I think like I am told to think so as to be in good books of the civilized was the one who chose to give up on life when the doctors assumed his dying day was days away. Laying in bed waiting for the fateful dreadful moment, that I was happy to know was not the joy stealer, and send messengers to trumpet the doctors prediction and wants me- the foolish one with morbid ideas- to come to bid farewell.

All I told the messengers is that faith in a doctor is one thing, faith in a few pills that the body can no longer digest is not death; therefore this means that he is not going anywhere in any hurry because the doctors said so. Get his shorts out and get ready for baseball season. That was years ago; I did not go and neither has he kicked that bucket.

Had I not listened to the weird inkling to ‘take a good look at you and tell me something…tell me something Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis, is that how you want to celebrate living? Ghosts would still be writing my script for me and forcing me to act normal instead of encouraging me to present my naturalness which Universe endow me with live and direct from the God

I am happy to have had life got me to the point where nothing much mattered- not all my goodgod intention, not throwing away my dreams and desire to dream, not caring if I made it to heaven or hell; not even if Jesus had to die on a cross again to prove God’s love for me can suffice to live a life of matyrdom when God keeps offering me heaven without having to die.

No one can nor should attempt to force anyone to trade that conviction all because of the false prophesy meaning of suicide. I personnaly define the hype as the fear of one’s own fear of death however, and whenever it comes.

As for me, like a thief in the night in broad daylight death is always at my side

And so is God
Knowing that helps me want to enjoy the most of what little time or abundance of breaths I still have to inhale and exhale without the apprehension of it being the last.

The truth without the taint. That settles the diagnosis

I can accept my own disease... that I never really appreciated the road that led me to heaven and tempted me to settle for hell- what seem to have been hard labour was itself the keys to the Kingdom of heaven here on earth.

I made a vow with God to not let my mind pollute its space otherwise the phantoms return with seven more to help pin me down.

and so I continue to see the good in the lifetimes ahead and give thanks for the lifetimes long gone

The Garden of Life

As an avid alert Earth School Student in a world where confusion is nothing’s new and seasons and weather conditions are always ready to coach me in real time in styles that are customized to present learning opportunities to serve me firsthand so I can contribute to sustainable management of renewable energy I let life prepare me so that when Universe says get-up-and-go tend the vineyard, I say, “yes, yes, yes!”

Prolific Performance

Another deposit of fresh wave of aliveness to create, evaluate and re-evaluate my terms and conditions to enjoy life while alive helps me to move along.

Walking my own steps towards the unknown with eyes wide as saucers I welcome each adventure that kindles intellect, intuition with keen attention to all what makes me thrive.

Crucible of my own experience of reality

Selfish and unselfish exercise of wisdom as productively as possible requires some hard decisions. Judicious giving and judicious withholding present task the size of one’s willingness to accept and surrender during the journey back to the sacredness of its origin. That is a lesson learnt in the dark hole and narrow crossings section of the journey.

Of course, one needs to have something; something to compare so as to know if it is really the something that is necessary or, something that is just a shadow of the necessary something. Knowing one has an identity is imperative in finding that which is vital to humanity happystance- one’s only true identity

When nothing else suffice and still the soul is in deep ravine territory, giving up serpentine effort to harness happiness takes a whole new dimension and lot less effort to release the tight grip on what is hindering the instant arriving of what is life itself.

Examination of the world within contains riches beyond imagination that leads straight to the pearly gates of knowing that all I came with is all I shall leave with- nothing more makes the journey back to self more gratifying.

Attending to what humanity came with will combust the cahoots with cozy conspiracy tacit cajoling need to trick us into craving that which is congesting the soulful earth

We are then resolved to consummate the yearning of our burning desire and ordinary interaction provides priceless, ecstatic, lasting sense of gratitude for being a chosen creature by the creator of creation, just to be its friend

Hanging out with God will be again the primary career (livelihood) of being human

Everything else will fall in its rightful role and remains subject to change to continue ensuring that hanging out with God maintains its place of priority

Durable joy of life risks openness to act spontaneously; enriches one’s capacity to do the unnatural, essential to ultimate fortitude

United Nations Day

United Nations charter achievements and goals of the international body is primarily to support what Earth and Sun agreed upon, a long time ago

To provide basic essentials to humanity
Essentials, meaning: safe, healthy and affordable shelter; nutritiously-dense nourishing food for the biological body, intellectual soundness of the global body; safe mode of transportation- safe both for humanity and the Earth and at the same time within one’s means

In order words; things that are not considered to be optional extras. Willingness to restore readliy avaibale everyday essentials, earth's dignity and human integrity is a far more important attitude than setting aside a day! a day for what!

That’s what seeking first the kingdom of God and everything else will fall in line and in place just as the earth and sun agreed upon, a long time ago. Talks, debates hoodwink, harangue and ballyhoo do not make the cut in impressing mother earth or father sun.

What is, is what is

Dramatic insights into our selves negotiate the curves and corners of the journey of life in a style that makes resilience a marvellous motivator

Spirit is very sensible and prevents the mind from containing it to a limited scope and stance of successful living. Spirit can swiftly unhurdle all impediments to growth

It is downright traumatic and unnatural to settle for less than what is and downplay what is empowering

Hard knock lesson from life school on Earth campus teaches that whenever the student is ready- preferable before the insanity takes over and precisely when the sanity is conscious that it is insane.

Perpetual patience devoid of action

The rambunctious bottomless pit is wide open and waiting to devour the mind as it feebly waits for pie from the sky as a sign that heaven is eons away and can only be glimpsed at after physical death. That is why I decided to practice dying so I could get more than just a meager glimpse of heaven. It was not too long after that I discovered that there is no need to wait. I just pretend that I am dead; that to me was far better than waiting and agonizing about something I could have and enjoy now. From then on every moment counts and I live enthusiastically to enjoy every breath. Life has never been more exciting! What I cannot have to enjoy now then takes a back seat and before I know it I am in heaven again.

Passively waiting for salvation day is presenting its grievous ramification as needless suffering and constant cross carrying.

Living as though now is the time of salvation reveals the same message of the apocalypse. The symbolism of John is very scary and while this was his analogy of the future more than 2000 years ago, today’s time still evoke these same images and so offers the message of salvation in our day.

Waiting in vain is a cause of constant pain with no eternal gain and only fuels the fear factor of everyday living and the temptation to run away from life

If I had to continue to wait until I was sure that there is an opulent afterlife, I would continue to wait to enjoy each day’s presents and then die only to find my soul and all its endowment sitting in St Peter’s garage sale. It is for this reason that I quickly engage all my cells into wanting to know the truth first hand about all this mind-massacring mystery. Again and again, I kept coming up empty. Painstakingly, I realized that there is no such mystery because God is not a far-fetched freak with a punishing patriarchy pose on a throne in a no man’s planet, giving orders that no one can fathom to achieve. I came to my very own conviction that making it to heaven to live happily ever after, after I pass away is a contradiction in terms

Since I am convinced that there is a God who is longing to spend ad infinitum with me and that I had already given up all my prized possessions for the sake of that God, I decided that the God I am longing to find me and who needs me to seek it better reveal itself to me. I told that God so in my very own version of pretty please; and that turned out to have been good enough.

When people realize that redemption and salvation are already available and always accessible while alive, would they still hail for a future to deliver trailer load of everlasting fulfillment and in the meantime roughing it out and toughing it out to arrive at the pearly gates. Waiting for future freedom is a recipe of frustration festival, conscience, crucifixion, survival of the only species that put the species at stake is itself at stake of survival- a passport to enter in and remain in hell; the very place that the mind is afraid of going and so tricked into avoiding.

That to me is a worse or near close image of the Book of Revelation.

hunch honouring hour- a spark of divinity

God can crash the puny plans and tunnel vision promises of scientific facts, religious paradox of social contextisms, in a flash!

Jubilant Jehovah Jairah is actively nurturing us so we can take the required step to propose to God and say, here I am I AM. I accept your lifetime offer to remain faithful to all who go out on a limb, on bended knee to return to you, the First Love- unconficted love.

Exchange of guessing game for hunch harnessing generates sparks of divinity that outlast the tests of time

Dirty laundry loses more stains

When wise saying loses their holding power the wash cycle needs no booster detergent

No exaggeration
No stain remover
No secret pockets
No reenactment
No fragment
No parables
No fabrication
No shrinking
No harsh elements
No disclaimer
No lyes
No dyes

Like slightly irregulars it hangs on display with the perfectly regulars-no shame, no blame, no envy, no where to hide
Like the flowerless tree it stands out just as much as the flowering vine- no shame, no blame, no envy, no where to hide

Just so the meaning of wise saying are exposed, no smart aleck jokes can hide the stains of time

This then becomes the best way to save the baby from the bath water.

The mind loses its rap sheet of bad records

The Journey from experience to message

Healing the pain and suffering from everyday events is the seed of opportunity imbedded in an experience.

At the time when the curveball is delivering its homerun, homecoming seem far away and so is the message which is to be presented to the world- another story which can become everyone’s story to help each and everyone along on the earth journey.

Maybe some have heard or been told that their experience doesn’t count for much or not valid enough to make the news headline- the very small story news headline that cauterize conscientious creatures.

It doesn’t cause enough panic, chaos, riots and ratings of high caliber prebedtime cold sweat stories and, nightmares that paint a rotten picture of the world we live in, in which we have to go about the business of living- the world which is being transform by human intelligence

The truth is each person had different experience from the same event and the secret is that the big version of the small story is more empowering when removed from the earthen vessel in which it is stored.

Even the scriptures warn us to not hide one’s light under a bowl

The light is one’s experience to courageously share its seed the message or outcome of perseverance; not just masquerading the essence of living until it transform to exaggeration.

There comes a time when fabrication no longer holds the mind hostage in its fear-bound business of best sellers primetime news and ground breaking updates.

When that time comes for the ones who are blessed to know that three is life before death, the mind and body crash into jagged rocks of uncertainty; potholes of doubt swallow sanity while the spirit traverse through the haunted home of silver lining, along life’s paths and narrow crossings

The pain and bitterness may crush desires and dreams. Oblige the hurry up mentality to halt in its tracks. The decision to stop a while for a well needed rest will be of paramount importance; resting long enough will lift off the veil of distress and the mind can resume its excursion of quietness, amid the world’s noises and many choices as it happily greet the day.

Here’s to experience- the teacher that enriches life’s richness with lessons of wholesomeness

The Memory Bank

Appreciating every moment with steadfast fidelity is the best remedy to combat PMESS retardation

Character develops in the full current of human life and the stormy billows of humanity. Without the spirals-upward and downward, life seem unremittingly horrendous

Creating a loftier reality sets many a mindset on feeble foundation; the worth of each breath is taken for granted.

When sickness and loss add to life’s lot, breath is cherished and frills fling far from fathom

What matters most is no longer at the mercy of what will not matter. The past withdraws its claws; the purpose of living deposits another dose of experience, which yields enough interest, to ensure future investments upon request

GPS: God’s Potent Security

Policies and procedures; terms and conditions; agreements and manuals all play a role in helping Homo sapiens maneuver safety in the social zoo

Each person was created with an inner inkling called wisdom, to inspire spirit- the handy helper, which Jesus offered as his replacement.

Jesus knew first hand how the spirit can become during human-hurricane hazard that flies life like its gone with the wind.

His disciples were already fretting when Jesus said his work was done…complete

God, on the other hand, did not hold back Jesus because of that; as usual God already always has big ideas of how things oughta run after Jesus is gone, so he allowed Jesus to share his magic, if you will, he told them how he got to where he was and how they too can; and he reminded them of that which was already in them. God did not hand them any manuals to help them when the twists and turns of life flares up; that, he already had warned comes like a thief in the night. So who wants to be fumbling through a 26 pages of disclaimers and then sections 1, 2, 3… and then subsection a, b, c and that doesn’t even begin to help us scratch the surface of all the amendments let alone to fast forward us to what other fine prints and contradictions while in the storm, be it social, personal, emotional, financial, mental; and oh weary spirit is stuffed in the closet. Hunches make the most sense in times of “ what must I do”. Sorry-ass panic knows us so much better than we know ourselves kicks in and we forgot how we knew so well how to enjoy our sacred sanctum before arriving in what appears to be perpetual purgatory.

when I seem to have more questions than answers, answers that seem to have missed my questions, or when I just want assurance that I am in the eye of the storm and can rest in peace without fear of the shadow of death Wisdom’s built in compass takes over the decision making.

Though matter how long the storm last or how many times it chooses to return is at some point or another the time when it is required to haul us out of the darkness and land us back into the light that the embryo of consciousness delights in.

Like Jesus I am crying and praying all kinds of prayers; Jesus' prayers were good enough to preserve his spirit as it groaned on his behalf because even Jesus knew better than to resist God’s will; he tried though but in the end he knew God well enough to not continue wrestling with God to change its intention; so he chose to surrender to his soul. Maybe he learnt that from his cousin, Jacob.

Exploring the logic

The five serving of the pie of wholesome living is crumbling all because one portion is almost gobbling up the whole pie

Jobbing

In its diversity of options is like the mind thinking that it is all there is to staying alive.

Jobbing strictly on someone else’s schedule- come hell or high water, freezing rain or humidity, even when commute mode is on strike or is regions across town, can be a bit treacherous- not too mention hazardous to the organism

there are some people who have to commute to the point that sleeping is scheduled en route to and from the job. I used to watch necks swing from side to side and it was always a thrill to watch the sleepers roused and rushed out groggily to find their way to the cubicle- home away from home; my lungs always looked forward to its exercise; now I laugh with myself about the times I would squeeze myself to get on a crowded bus and trains to chip in my services. what a life!

Jobbing from home seemed a good idea except working for someone else from home is more apt to increase one’s workload and meddle with the need for a timely timeout

Jobbing for oneself means providing the resources, spend endless time making sure that business is running smoothly and a break to rest can be out of the question

And don’t get me started on doing something as a means to an end and still there is too much month at the end of the money; work is work- not a job, which is, a means to an end.

where then, is the room of compromise for someone who wants to know that work is just a small piece of the pie of life and a job just is not everyone's idea of long term commitment?

Equipments are upgrading even when it a means to guzzle up the budget so more funding influx

and the body, well

it is just a body

there is always another body

and life goes on

Well so is the ‘health’ care budget
And homelessness
And disease
And starvation
And hunger
And orphans
And Maimed soldiers
And Escorted cadavers

and hooliganism
And dog eat dog…
‘Survival of the fittest’ bullshit by the name of crime

is that how life should be treated
is that what having a life has dwindled to!

is that the value of integrity

Where’s the logic in that!

Taking initiative to Gnothi seauton

If I did not take the timeout to know myself then what good is an impeccable performance appraisal?

Although God had a great deal in making sure that I understood that timeout is mandatory I am just happy that it did not include taking his breath back.

There is no need to wish to be somebody else, no need to ask God to remake me

If for no other better valid reason to taking initiative to know thyself, knowing thyself has eliminated its flip side- seeking worth through some performance appraisal

What humanity is intended not to be

One size fits all clothing may be a great enterprise
Carbon copy, modernized as photocopy is also a viable efficient tool

According to human standards, it may be much easier and may even be deemed practical to corral the herd in the same boot camp and play ‘Simon says’ using many different tactics all to endorse human doing

That, however, is not an agreeable arrangement with Allah. When it comes to human, Supreme Being draws the line
No duplicate
No simulation
No one size fits all
No fooling all the people all the time

Psalm 32: A David Psalm to help ward off despondency

The biblical accounts identify King Solomon as the son of King David
That is the same lineage Jesus was born into

everyone who is bonded to the mind can understand the need to let go of the hold that misery may want to use to plague one's sanity...this is what David left for us who are wondering what God will do if he finds out the truth about us-the truth that God already knows!

"Count yourself blessed, how happy you must be- you get a fresh start,
your slate's wiped clean.

Count yourself auspicious
God holds nothing against you
and you're holding nothing back from him

When I kept it all inside,
my bones turned to powder,
my words became daylong groans

The pressure never let up;
all the juices of my life dried up

Then I let it all out;
I said, "I'll make a clean breast of my failures to God."
Suddenly the pressure was gone
my guilt dissolved,
my sin disappeared

These things add up. Every one of us needs to pray;
when all hell breaks loose and the dam bursts
we'll be on high ground, untouched

God's my island hideaway,
keeps danger far from the shore,
throws garlands of hosannas around my neck

Let me give you some good advice;
I'm looking you in the eye
and giving it to you straight:

"Don't be ornery like a horse or mule
that needs bit and bridle
to stay on track."

God-defiers are always in trouble;
God-affirmers find themselves loved
every time they turn around

Celebrate God
Sing together—everyone!
All you honest hearts, raise the roof!"

in modern context:

Follow your heart... rock the boat; make waves; dare to take out the rose coloured glasses;

You are child of the Universe

Affirmative influence versus reinforcement

Considering how intelligent the intellect can be is like recognizing the thickness of the fine line between well meaning reinforcement and the slim chances of having intended positive influence become contaminated by preconditioning of the mind action to the heart’s intention

The mind also is the stubborn mule or horse that Psalm 32 refers to as having to be controlled with bit and bridle to make it submit [to spirit]

Breaking one’s spirit in stead of one’s mind to reinforce positive influence always creates ground for frustration and misconceptions- the very opposite action to an otherwise sacred intention. That is why God continues to keep its affirmative objective by looking at the heart and Spirit is always encouraged to right outcome even when misinterpreted.

I tell you, spirit knows how to discern intellectual intelligence moves and motives. That is exactly why the mind likes to wear out the spirit and leaves it vulnerable, as this is the only way it can download its moves and motives consciously into the unconscious; and just like God let Joseph’s brothers sell him as a slave, and allowed Joseph to be imprisoned innocently and just how God allowed Haman to build a gallows 75 ft high to hang Mordecai and Mordecai continuing to serve God first though matter what, so to God pretends to not know what is going on; all this while though, God knows that there is one more move and it is God’s, though matter what the mind does and does so well.

If spirit sings, dances and even groans then the move is necessary, then this is in my optionary ordinance, sing, dance, groan it is!

If all spirit does is glide unperturbed then this is sure sign that the mind is dumping bloated nothingness to create a state of panic and so it would serve me well to just surrender to spirit and not use more bit and bridle and attempt to bar the stable after the horse has already clearly escaped the corral while spirit continues to glide unperturbed and giving me a choice to make- life or death. Go solo or hang on to it and hang out with it. From experience and according to optionary ordinance, the wise thing to do is hitch my wagon to spirit’s yoke. A safe idea to ward me off becoming repeating the fate of Lot’s wife or the rebuke of Jesus to his would be followers according to Luke 9:62

Come Holy Spirit and keep children of the living God from the grips of panic and bloated nothingness of intellectual intelligence so that the mind does not interfere with spirit intentions

And even when mind appears to have successfully interfere, Wisdom continues to teach how to discern the difference

Serenity to accept the things I cannot change and hand it back to the one who can change everything and anything
Courage to harness to spirit even when mind output tries to contradict intentions- mine or someone else’s- know when to leave well alone!
Wisdom, oh dear wisdom, what would I do without you, what would I be without you! Where would I be without being lost or feeling lost?

Continue to show children of the living God the difference and more over continue to hasten trust and obedience every breath of the way to let you have the last move.

When two stones rub together, fire sparks…

…When two stones rub together…

… fire sparks

…just like when two beliefs clash

The burning bush ignites and of course hell draws close to keep warm

Every time I make headway in not treating myself like the stone that refuses the builders corner I have to shoo away the crows still wanting to nest in the mind. Granting that the squawking isn’t as strident as it used to be even a decade ago is enough reason to not retreat even when the mind threats. The biblical reference that already confirmed that this is what happens when the mental phantoms wake up from their slumber. They never really go away just like symptoms of biological disease they spring up under right conditions. I guess they still have lessons to teach

In any event, the burning bush continues to burn without burning out and that’s a good reason to keep the flame afresh in me shining bright and invite and welcome mind to not feel sorry about reacquainting with itself in a kind, gentle and loving way as it continues to delight in its essential essence of Iamness

Common sense + good judgment: celestial combo

The ability to discern what is true, right, or lasting is a celestial combo to invest in and enjoy; personally I have decided that this sensible gift is worth acquiring.

Common sense is not as accepted as Wisdom ordained and sound reasoning is not invited in all level of the intellectual process or put to good use as a win-win tool; yet as King Solomon foretold, it is too precious to dismiss and too expensive to give away.

Acquiring knowledge is a nice perk only if it is going to be applicable in providing right outcomes as a choice in dealing with everyday business of living in a world still riddled with tricks

Knowing about living according to human laws without alternatives to act wisely and responsibly is wasted energy- a resource too precious to abuse. Logical extremes make wisdom a far-fetched tool, and in the ideal situation, what good is that?

Lack of information, which essentially is what knowledge is, can pose as a bit of a hindrance sometimes; Wisdom, on the other hand, does not depend on a voluptuous volume of theoretical overture that conveniently changes its stance.

Intuition unobtrusively always presents the truth, like it or not. That is what I call essential experience- the knowing of what works even without the assistance of acquired knowledge of how it works. It just works and it works best when knowledge conks out

It’s like someone asking me how to focus. I do not know how to focus let alone how to tell anyone how to focus; I just focus

I often succeed at it best when spirits takes over and I am screaming and kicking my way to heaven to reunite with the cosmos after a meandering stroll in the map of the mind

Answering life's impossible questions quickly without knowing the answers is the answer to Wisdom ways of working and that is all I know about the 'unknown'- known to always work best.

Starvation leads so death, eventually

That law of life applies to everything thriving on energy- be it king of the jungle or monster in the mind

The hungrier the source looking for energy to feed on to stay alive even if thousand year era is inevitable the more strategic the parasite will strive to keep itself alive

The public domain uses every trick left in the hat to do just that; an election unprepared for means not much time to allow the masses to use sound reasoning instead of panic, to determine and vote to acclaim that it is high time that self government have a fair try on planet earth too! Maintaining a strong grip on the masses will boomerang, eventually- unless the motive is harmony.

Either way I have already render to Caesar what is Caesar's and render to God what is God's

Professional panhandling versus legally professional cadging

One operates by accosting people in the street and asking for money or a bite to eat
One function by accosting people everywhere begging for votes to demand more money

One is judged as being an abomination
One is deemed legitimate business protocol

One is soliciting for private reason, openly
One is soliciting for private reason, subtlety

One exposes the sins that is being swept under the carpet
One tries unscrupulously to sweep its sins under the carpet

One is microcosm
One is macrocosm

One is a personal trouble
One causes social trouble

The microcosm is a distinct copy of the macrocosm; only difference is that the macrocosm gets away with it under the guise of “we rule, what we say goes”

It’s like beauty as being in the eye of the beholder
It is the way the mind is trained in bias world
It also is the way the mind is trapped by bias world
It is the pink-coloured glasses in black and white
It is the ‘don’t do it and let me do it’ syndrome

The macrocosm action is representative of what the nation and the world should be and big feet stepping on little toes is not the best way to model management

What is good for the goose is good for the gander
Either both are acceptable or neither is upheld
Soliciting is soliciting

Trumpeting truth

The whole clan always knew that it is better to blurt out the hunch howl than butter the fat fad, fabs and fibs

After all I was trained at a young age to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth

The thing is when I did, it did not match the truth passed on from generation to generation and that contributed to a lot of hell deposits in my heavenly account and the world and maybe almost all if not all who live in it. That is a sin, that were it not the for the shrewd manager of my breath, I would surely burn to crisp in hell way before physical death could win the fight right here on earth.

'This happened in the family, workplace, church or wherever and must stay in the there' bullshit legend is a legacy I had to erase from my hard drive when it insisted on damaging my hard drive beyond repair even after defrag after defrag and logistic testing

I would probable reconsider one last defrag. God thought that was enough defrag and bandage solution and was not about to cut me off the Vineyard.

I was not about to be a dead or barren branch on the vine either

But like Esau when one is hungry, one is hungry and when what is needed is entangled with what one want and needs, yes that includes its heavenly inheritance, the growling gut of physical hunger one is too famish that even seawater is good enough to quench the thirst although it is cause for immediate and obvious dehydration

Still the howling hunch to howl whether hungry or fed is there. that howls comes from the same source but clearly distinct that even a child knows the difference. Hunger for biological nourishment versus hunger for truth. And when that latter from of hunger wallops there’s no putting off that hunger by settling for chewing gum when a good tall of mother’s milk would suffice; that and still the howling continues until it is let out, safely and the relief that follows after is nothing compared to the penance of acts of contrition and through my faults and big fat trappings and belongings

There is nothing like mother’s milk and nurture, including discipline and teaching reasoning and father’s affection and nurture, also including discipline and teaching reasoning. After all that was manufactured by God itself just like the breath and the life.

some how those noble responsibility got tampered with in Esau moment syndrome

I also used to wonder why the authors made a point to enter Jesus genealogy in the bible with all these unacceptable branches proudly gnarled on his family tree and that never seem to have bothered the God in flesh

Because of Jesus profile I can chose to continue to hang on my family tree- proud, gnarled and free to be- without further corrupting the master file. After all if the wound is never cleaned out and expose to a well-needed balm of pure reality suave, how is it suppose to ever fully heal. And how the hell is the scab of sin and shame suppose to stop growing and stop infecting generation to generation of families, of workplaces, of communities… with its pus and expects Mother Earth to keep putting up with that to prevent hell from freezing over! On a personal fare the spirit is already downtrodden how much more contaminated is the earth because of this continue collective unconscious consciousness

What kind of legacy is that to carry on!

Personally it is a burden that I do not want to ad to and I know that there are lot of souls who are working in refusing to add the damage and even doing an conscious effort to contribute to the conditions to restore internal and external balance

Like God promise Father Abraham for the sake of ten I will save the world

I would also like God save all those in it!

To all warriors:
Keep up the intention to help redeem human integrity. If nothing else, it will reduce our psyche debt and we can rest in peace without counting sheep

Menopause and Hysterectomy

There are many ways to try to stop evolution of the embryo as a means of power control and hyping of the macho, macho man and conquer the spirit and joy of the fairer, weaker sex, which really should be equal gender

The day is coming when just as the fallopian tubes and ovaries succumb to mutilation and murder by proxy the phallus may very well shrivel up and wilt and like hell, there will be sex for life. I sense that this is hell's idea of revolution.

Did the macho man ever considered the binding factor that the urether and sperm duct are one? What if men’s version of spermopause and ductectomy were the end of biological function of the macho ma ability to urinate even long after there is no sperm to ejaculate? When smart aleck decided to manipulate and mutilate the power of matriarchy he feared to see as his equal, by dominating the extension of his brain did he consider what if men had to consider that his soul was also at stake? Patriarchy would not even be able to pee and organ performance booster wouldn’t help either. And why is there no such thing to prevent menopause and hysterectomy?

Even in the bible the only females I have encountered bearing children well into old age are Sarah and Hannah, there is no concrete evidence of Hannah’s real age but the way she was described when pleading with God makes me deem she was in a jam, as if the cultural pressure and teasers were not enough pressure

Anyway

Back to the gist of today’s entry

Men were well into their third century of living when they had scores of children and somehow miraculously maybe, they were nearly all sons. Could that explain the shortness of wives in that era, or could the many wives and concubines have been a cover up of male insecurity and subtle abuse of women.

This often provokes many more questions.

1 how old were the children’s mother
2 did they need to worry about birth defects because they were past age?
4 did they need to worry about birth defects because of genetics slash heredity?
5 were they patiently waiting their turns to conceive? Is it any wonder that Rachel accused Rebecca for stealing her mandrakes
6 did women always fear that they are unable to be as strong and powerful as men? I know at least that Queen Vashi stomped out on King Xerxes and I know that many women now know that taboo to be just another machoism scheme
7 why were men so full of themselves and disguising it as dominant head of household and sole provider and smarter and more educated. What male cleverness neglected to consider is the extent of control that had to be enforced to make that seem possible.

Thank God that men are beginning to realize the need to unlearn the taboo that the umbrella of patriarchy can no longer shelter

Thank God that women know that they too are strong and powerful, intelligent and can ‘man’ the house and attend to and provide for her needs, unless she chooses otherwise

I think that whoever introduced menopause was trying frantically to destroy evolution of heavenly beings which we all are and so mutation did not just stop menstruation- it totally or maybe almost totally wrecked fully functional intelligence that we all are. Talk about collective self-destruction

It is a good thing that Mother Earth knows how to rebalance and have its plans fulfilled even though it takes her infinite to accomplish it all, she will!

And that calls for an Hallelujah

Those white lies, blue-collar jokes…

.. those cock and bull stories that conceal the truth from the babes and sucklings....

They are coming back to haunt the next generation even now

And God- the timeless God- is giving us all the time to let go of the madness of the mind and just take its word as the ultimate guarantee

Those same white lies that brought us to the believe in a God who punishes, landed us right in the crouch, crutch, clutch of the ones who cloned God

And God is slow to angry and full of grace is patiently waiting for an invitation

“ behold I stand at the door and knock”

Think outside the box: Latin 101

Think!

Think….think…think

Think outside the box
Thinking outside the box

Think outside of the box and see if Jesus will come down from the cross to help you
Maybe God Will

thinking outside the box
pricey
thinking outside the box
risky
thinking outside the box
priceless

I am still so intrigued that a lot of institutions use mottos that encourage thinking outside of the box- which in effect adds up to encouraging thinking for oneself, knowing one's self, at least; yet when in that box called academia; nearly everything except thinking outside the box is done to ensure thinkers just think outside the box and nothing more.

It is like when I was growing up in my home away from home- the church- all I did was sing songs in a foreign language. Talk about unconscious consciousness

I was already consciously unconscious enough to join in as a way to exercise my lungs.


And

Carpe diem

cease the day

Tuum est
"It's up to you" or "It's yours"

Sapientia et Doctrina Stabilitas

Wisdom and Knowledge Shall be the Stability of Thy Times

Veritas ad Deum ducit

truth leads to God

Integritas

the spirit of integrity

Quaecumque Vera

"Whatsoever things are true" Phillipians 4:8

Veritas Omnia Vincit

Truth conquers all

Tentanda via

The way must be tried

Rerum cognoscere causas
Happy is he who knows the cause of things

Fide splendet et scientia

"May it shine with truth and knowledge"

Deo et Patriae

to God and Country

in other words rendering to Caesar what is Caesar's and to God what is God's

God comes first

Multitudo Sapientium Sanitas Orbis
A Multitude of the Wise is the Health of the World

Sapere Aude
"Dare to be Wise"

Fiat Lux

"Let there be Light"

Concordia cum veritate
In harmony with truth

Veritas et Utilitas
Truth and usefulness

Mente et Artificio
with mind and skill

Nunc cognosco ex parte
Now I know in part...
"When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known I Corinthians 13:11-12


Choices

The choice is yours,
or is it
the choice is clear?
Choose from these options
one will suit your need
Select the one that works best for you
Whatever feels comfortable
is what you should do
Choices of choices-
which do you prefer?

But amid all these choice
of many choices
I know whose choice it is
to make my choice

A crude stance on patriarchy

Just because God chose to make the male brain long enough so it can dangle between man’s legs and

Just because God created female so that her brains is tucked away between her legs

does not mean God was in favour of man’s endowment more than the woman’s contribution

Why then, is God a he when God is spirit

Patriarchy may control the masses but God is still neutral

God created both male and female in its image and likeness and gave them dominion of the earth

Full stop
End of comparison

Still the mind continue to use the power of force and grandiose patriarchy to change God’s intention; boy, is God ever furious!

God’s word stand strong even after heaven and earth will pass away.

The God who changes not is doing something to balance the scales

I do solemnly swear

What exactly is swearing?

The forbidden words that spit out the mouth

You have a right to remain slient

oh! but beware! this right can be withdrawn even though in doing so, it makes the Charter of Human Rights an oxymoron

Or the well pronounce oath to put God before man and using Gods Word to support the ceremonial crap

or plain honesty with God- one on one in spirit and in truth

Whatever happened to the role of consciousness?

Doesn’t it worth some reverence

I’ll let God give the verdict on that one

Human ingenuity plus gut instinct=magical moments

Experience, knowledge and going out on a limb out of the blue are some of the risk that make living in dangerous times of hell in hell on earth transform to living magically in heaven on earth right there with hell and not get cinched by its soot

Yes many earthians think that magic means rebuking the fiery monster with dragon wings darting around with its scale, playing judge and victim games.

This is far from how heaven does magic!

Heaven is not in the business of haphazard stunts that make hell on earth take charge and pretend it is winning souls for God Human ingenuity plus gut instinct=magical moments and that is the heavenly formula required to analyze data, events and for staying in tune with Mother Earth when making life altering predictions for a balanced PMESS