When Solomon wrote Proverbs he may have done so retrospectively and even in intense introspective state of being when the mind reconnected his intention and action to make sense in the grand scheme of cosmic conditions of right conditions on its terms and timing, kind of like securing the stable after the horse galloped to gallivanting gardens. Therefore, Wisdom never fail him especially since scripture states that he had already asked for discernment when he became king.
I strongly sense that he used his life experiences to prepare his son so that the son is free to make his very own choices.
Oh well, insight always knows how to intervene.
This is just what I feel the turn of events have made me decide to do.
Opted out of the school of strict protocol called academia for a while so I can opt in to the school of practical, everyday living experience where graduation day in never a mentioned milestone and the lesson are live, direct and to the point. They both offer Fine Arts. The choice is to discern which one is the elective; which one is the major.
One is a lifeline- full of detours, bruisers, timeouts, disguised blessings and constantly in an instant, with a teacher who plans the program and provides the resources.
One is a deadline- loaded with interest charges, constant-lifelong upgrading, heavy workloads of theoretical calibre, with a teacher who offers the program and loans the resources.
Both are necessary. Again it is a matter of knowing which one is the major and which one is an elective.
Knowing the difference helped me to refocus my perspective. Were it not for Ecclesiastes’ no nonsense-tell it like it is from both sides of the fence, I would still be chasing the wind or maybe by now I’d be out of breath and a stone would take my place!
May 31, 2008
May 30, 2008
Jonah-Moses-Ecclesiastes-Jesus, all in the same day
Jonah-Moses-Ecclesiastes-Jesus, all in the same day
The more I think about the simplicity of living, the less complicated the mind.
And it’s like these biblical explorers are much alive, and very active guides ready for action upon a moment’s notice and somehow it is stirring me on to enjoy the perfectly normal benefits of multiple personality order- be it Cluster A (weirdos): schizoid, schizootypal, paranoid Cluster B (pain in the ass): antisocial, borderline, narcissistic, histrionic or Cluster C (Woody Allens): avoidant, dependent, obsessive-compulsive.
When creatures cannot function as the normal enitity according to the universe intelligence without being overly burdened of unnecessary ‘spankings’ then though matter what age or rewards of gratuity for skipping some or even most of their developmental stage(s) of life, the shit will explode; and more often than not, it is never very appealing or fitting in the perfectly-crafted description of what is normal and who is acceptable by whose standards and the experts of spotting the sinner in the saint without recognizing the saint in the sinner just don’t get it!
I can state what I consider Cluster A, B, C
It is this:
To dismiss something because it is different from, or even more so, because it challenges the mores, rules, and laws invented based solely on scientific factual norms that attempt to tread on dangerous premise to uphold some conspiracy to overthrow the holy Rock of Ages, as if these deemed and self proclaimed gurus know better than the one who draws the big picture.
To me, that best describes deranged personality with all the trimmings- the whole nine yards of the DSM IV. Some were probably really losing their minds why they invented that manual. It seems to me that the very people who take all the time to go through all the painstaking effort to create such funnels and filters need a mental health assessment.
As for me, ever since I unchain my mind, and choose to let the double-edged sword pierce through its partitions lo and behold, the patiently waiting explanation of what really is awaiting me, I have not turned back to as much as glance at the DSM IV or its advocates.
When my Nebuchadnezzar cells begin to rant and rave, I call on Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael and Azariah aka Sahdrach, Meshach and Abednego in their modern day body, to rescue me.
And when the cloud comes down to take me up for a joy ride, my Nehemiah, Job, Hannah, and the Acts of the Apostles cells sing Hosanna! Holy High Hallelujah
The more I think about the simplicity of living, the less complicated the mind.
And it’s like these biblical explorers are much alive, and very active guides ready for action upon a moment’s notice and somehow it is stirring me on to enjoy the perfectly normal benefits of multiple personality order- be it Cluster A (weirdos): schizoid, schizootypal, paranoid Cluster B (pain in the ass): antisocial, borderline, narcissistic, histrionic or Cluster C (Woody Allens): avoidant, dependent, obsessive-compulsive.
When creatures cannot function as the normal enitity according to the universe intelligence without being overly burdened of unnecessary ‘spankings’ then though matter what age or rewards of gratuity for skipping some or even most of their developmental stage(s) of life, the shit will explode; and more often than not, it is never very appealing or fitting in the perfectly-crafted description of what is normal and who is acceptable by whose standards and the experts of spotting the sinner in the saint without recognizing the saint in the sinner just don’t get it!
I can state what I consider Cluster A, B, C
It is this:
To dismiss something because it is different from, or even more so, because it challenges the mores, rules, and laws invented based solely on scientific factual norms that attempt to tread on dangerous premise to uphold some conspiracy to overthrow the holy Rock of Ages, as if these deemed and self proclaimed gurus know better than the one who draws the big picture.
To me, that best describes deranged personality with all the trimmings- the whole nine yards of the DSM IV. Some were probably really losing their minds why they invented that manual. It seems to me that the very people who take all the time to go through all the painstaking effort to create such funnels and filters need a mental health assessment.
As for me, ever since I unchain my mind, and choose to let the double-edged sword pierce through its partitions lo and behold, the patiently waiting explanation of what really is awaiting me, I have not turned back to as much as glance at the DSM IV or its advocates.
When my Nebuchadnezzar cells begin to rant and rave, I call on Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael and Azariah aka Sahdrach, Meshach and Abednego in their modern day body, to rescue me.
And when the cloud comes down to take me up for a joy ride, my Nehemiah, Job, Hannah, and the Acts of the Apostles cells sing Hosanna! Holy High Hallelujah
May 29, 2008
Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis: As your faith…
When I prayed “God help my unbelief’ I was not even sure what to expect at that point except hoping for a cloud to fall from the heavens, drop in my lap and father, son and holy ghost stepping out to sit next to me. That, to me, would have been more dramatic and earth shattering than waiting for NDE to show up armed and aimed to terrify me especially if I hadn’t done my penance prescribed as act of contrition.
The cloud has not yet come down and maybe with good reason- to steer me clear of the need of NDE to rattle those unbelieving cells. Instead, the fog continues to lift off and take flight back from whence it came with its trailer load of scarecrows that kept wanting to make me change my heart’s desire to journeying on the steep, rugged, narrow, winding grooves and gorges to arrive at the stream of living water, fresh from the source.
Divine Intelligence always knows what to do when those prayers land in heaven’s in box. Heaven’s mailroom must be really, really big and awfully buzzing and it’s not yet even Christmas!
The cloud has not yet come down and maybe with good reason- to steer me clear of the need of NDE to rattle those unbelieving cells. Instead, the fog continues to lift off and take flight back from whence it came with its trailer load of scarecrows that kept wanting to make me change my heart’s desire to journeying on the steep, rugged, narrow, winding grooves and gorges to arrive at the stream of living water, fresh from the source.
Divine Intelligence always knows what to do when those prayers land in heaven’s in box. Heaven’s mailroom must be really, really big and awfully buzzing and it’s not yet even Christmas!
May 28, 2008
The Likeness of Opposites
So many similarities between you and me that all I can do is laugh at the fact that my efforts to reshape you, is actually taking effect. Phew!
There's a lot more that you are still have no clue about and that is okay so do not trouble yourself needlessly wondering what have you not done right lately or where the heck I disappeared to.
I am here
Your buddy,
OmniGod
I am here
Your buddy,
OmniGod
May 27, 2008
Transference
Transferance
There are times when speaking with God is more like a monologue than a dialogue. When that happens my expectation of God dwindles, my joy feels vapid and my excitement stagnates even for a little while.
It’s like a child wanting its parents full attention only to later realize that mother dear and father dear had their own need for undivided attention for God to hear their hearts’s cry and to hear God unequivocally saying, ‘You are perfectly you. Nothing is wrong with you.” Sincerely, God!
This is the closest I can come to comparing earthly parents with the eternal parent when I feel like Eternal Presence is totally not there to applause my bravo moments of making it through the day and bandage the bohbohs.
As soon as I admitted this personal fact full return of glee, the glitter in my eyes and smiles from ear to ear make me fully present to celebrate aliveness and God cheering me for living happily with integrity in my own kind of way.
May 26, 2008
Wisdom- inexhaustible, uncorrupted resource
It is strikingly awing how wood ants can devour the core of a building, leaving it exterior looking intact and a gullible prized real estate. Most times reinforcing the foundation when there is a crack in the attic walls averts dangerous consequences.
The same reality happens when lack of self-care gnaws away the viscera, amking the ananlogy “prevention is better than cure” a dose of prudence from life and the body’s built-in designer.
That’s why I treat life and my body, more than ever, with utmost respect. As the saying goes ‘a stitch in time saves nine’. It’s too bad it took a surgical scalpel to make me even more proactive long after the ninth stitch was due and shall I say, overdue. It took a lot of listening to and humble obeying Wisdom to appreciate the mindbodyspirit connection.
When the psalmist sang that ‘though my body wears away, my spirits soars’, he was not joking.
Where there is breath there is life. Savouring the drink from the everlasting Well even without money is like hoouring the age of accountability. Of course, death which I describe in this case as slurping in the strong wine of ‘ignorance-is-bliss’ and sipping the slow poison of injustice is always on the lookout.
Above all, Wisdom is always there to clarify the difference in knowing an ouch and a yauwch!
As long as I am a human being earth-angel, I intend to attend to every breath and each cell and thank Universe for its unlimited viability of available resources. Indeed, that I need on a now to now- now for now basis.
The same reality happens when lack of self-care gnaws away the viscera, amking the ananlogy “prevention is better than cure” a dose of prudence from life and the body’s built-in designer.
That’s why I treat life and my body, more than ever, with utmost respect. As the saying goes ‘a stitch in time saves nine’. It’s too bad it took a surgical scalpel to make me even more proactive long after the ninth stitch was due and shall I say, overdue. It took a lot of listening to and humble obeying Wisdom to appreciate the mindbodyspirit connection.
When the psalmist sang that ‘though my body wears away, my spirits soars’, he was not joking.
Where there is breath there is life. Savouring the drink from the everlasting Well even without money is like hoouring the age of accountability. Of course, death which I describe in this case as slurping in the strong wine of ‘ignorance-is-bliss’ and sipping the slow poison of injustice is always on the lookout.
Above all, Wisdom is always there to clarify the difference in knowing an ouch and a yauwch!
As long as I am a human being earth-angel, I intend to attend to every breath and each cell and thank Universe for its unlimited viability of available resources. Indeed, that I need on a now to now- now for now basis.
May 25, 2008
Today: refurbished yesterday, now
Plague of apprehension and the comfort of intense self-preservation were a divine combo that assisted me stay alive during the era of brutal blows that attempted to blunt and coral my brain into conformity.
Life knew that at some point I would have to face the ancestors cloned to appear as ghosts and have one-on-one with each one live, direct and to the point until each purged its soul and hand me back that which I need to function on my own.
The mystery of who I am began to reveal facts that rescued me from the vampires of pharmaceutical medications and neurotoxins of genes passed on from generations
Systematic world set its traps for the mind almost completely oblivious that the director of intentions knows all the tricks of coercion applied to assemble activities that made the grave a welcomed resort. Many of the ancestors confessed their truth of having adopted the induction of institutions that made them blast off to spaces of no places. The good thing though, many of them use their unlimitation of fixed address to roam to and fro as their way of shattering the notion of needing to die to enjoy eternal life. That accounts for much of the havoc that the world is experiencing as Earth continues to produce descendants who empower themselves to make choices that support life of heaven here on earth.
I accepted their congratulations, absolution and apologies with the grace of holy reverence
As for the ancestors, the psychosis that was impeding their willingness to accept responsibility for unlived lives impending has abated. Now they can do what they were born to accomplish, uninterrupted, unhurried, undisturbed, unbounded, and unbridled bliss continue to expand in my once upon a time impoverished consciousness of famished desires. And me, I rest in peace
Life knew that at some point I would have to face the ancestors cloned to appear as ghosts and have one-on-one with each one live, direct and to the point until each purged its soul and hand me back that which I need to function on my own.
The mystery of who I am began to reveal facts that rescued me from the vampires of pharmaceutical medications and neurotoxins of genes passed on from generations
Systematic world set its traps for the mind almost completely oblivious that the director of intentions knows all the tricks of coercion applied to assemble activities that made the grave a welcomed resort. Many of the ancestors confessed their truth of having adopted the induction of institutions that made them blast off to spaces of no places. The good thing though, many of them use their unlimitation of fixed address to roam to and fro as their way of shattering the notion of needing to die to enjoy eternal life. That accounts for much of the havoc that the world is experiencing as Earth continues to produce descendants who empower themselves to make choices that support life of heaven here on earth.
I accepted their congratulations, absolution and apologies with the grace of holy reverence
As for the ancestors, the psychosis that was impeding their willingness to accept responsibility for unlived lives impending has abated. Now they can do what they were born to accomplish, uninterrupted, unhurried, undisturbed, unbounded, and unbridled bliss continue to expand in my once upon a time impoverished consciousness of famished desires. And me, I rest in peace
May 24, 2008
Call to order
Inner-shift approach offers many choices that I can incorporate so as to contribute to and participate in helping the universe restore Earth in ways that increase its production and at the same time benefit the worlds of worlds.
Each time it comes to election there is much promises stipulated as though to test the onesize fits all hypothesis. Still there is the freedom of choice and with that inner conviction, I choose to elect the power within and help universe raise the frequency of Earth’s vibration so it revolves, evolves and proliferates
Each time it comes to election there is much promises stipulated as though to test the onesize fits all hypothesis. Still there is the freedom of choice and with that inner conviction, I choose to elect the power within and help universe raise the frequency of Earth’s vibration so it revolves, evolves and proliferates
May 23, 2008
Politics is still politics
Budget and social change for the better seem to appear as being top priority as a concern of the interest of the people in an effort to restore equality. Policies and administration are being touted as being fairer for the people by the people and although there may have been a modicum of progress of promises keeping; still, the nation is on the same page as it were before the ‘pick me, pick me’ campaign- child welfare is a redundant affair, affordable housing is a big joke, fair wages and taxes are a up in the air on a hot air balloon ride, health care is quickly becoming death care; good medicine and wholesome food are under major attack and as if that, in and of itself is not enough, there is more interest in the labeling of food than the fact that its status as food is totally ignored and robbed of its relevance.
Though matter which form of government reigns, politics is still politics and until the agenda of politics policies change, politics will always be politics.
As Abraham pleaded with God to save the whole nation even for the sake of ten and God replied, “Even for the sake of ten, I will save the nation.”
I believe that this same God is on a roll with a haphakh and I sense that an abolition of the policy system and it makers will rid the nation of its plagues.
One way or another, justice will be restored and each and every one will enjoy ‘good’ times and ‘bad’ times.
Though matter which form of government reigns, politics is still politics and until the agenda of politics policies change, politics will always be politics.
As Abraham pleaded with God to save the whole nation even for the sake of ten and God replied, “Even for the sake of ten, I will save the nation.”
I believe that this same God is on a roll with a haphakh and I sense that an abolition of the policy system and it makers will rid the nation of its plagues.
One way or another, justice will be restored and each and every one will enjoy ‘good’ times and ‘bad’ times.
May 22, 2008
Global Cooling!
It’s as though Mother Earth and father Time are using temperature fluctuations to make its point regarding Bill-C51
Warming!
Attention, please, your attention please
Listen up Bill Fifty-oners
Let go of the contempt for life before the One who owns everything commands a revival of the plagues in Egypt. I am issuing this to let you know that the God of Moses is wide-awake and ready for ransom. Remember, all authority comes from me.
Sincerely
Omnipotence
Warming!
Attention, please, your attention please
Listen up Bill Fifty-oners
Let go of the contempt for life before the One who owns everything commands a revival of the plagues in Egypt. I am issuing this to let you know that the God of Moses is wide-awake and ready for ransom. Remember, all authority comes from me.
Sincerely
Omnipotence
May 21, 2008
Breath of my breath
As the human sayings go “never say never; it never too late and better late than never.
My child, all I can say is I am just ecstatic that you did not wait until you got the whole picture to trust that my plan is indestructible.
Though matter what you did, I know you knew I could put you back into you- the you I created, and the stuff I wired in you to function as I intend you. No other way would serve my purpose for you. It is I who put you together in your parents and everywhere you have found yourself. You know jolly well how much I cried; granted, I had to use Jesus’ eyes and even that was not enough. I tell you my love; you were serious about getting a hold of me even if at any moment you expected me to finish you off. That was one of those old obstinate brain cells that struggled to drag us apart and treat us as separate.
Every time you fell off my wagon you yanked that brakes as if I did not already know. I was so pleased with your determination that I had to admit that even my tests were not scary anymore even though you had to fly in the face of hell’s heat. The Hebrew-Brothers-cells never gave up.
I created you with my own specialty and I know why. I want to encourage you to keep the faith-your faith, trust the inner signal about what is right for you and whatever is, that’s your purpose at the time, continue to just do it well- as fitting unto OmniGod.
Cheers, Angeal-Eyes- Breath of my breath!
OmniGod- Triune
My child, all I can say is I am just ecstatic that you did not wait until you got the whole picture to trust that my plan is indestructible.
Though matter what you did, I know you knew I could put you back into you- the you I created, and the stuff I wired in you to function as I intend you. No other way would serve my purpose for you. It is I who put you together in your parents and everywhere you have found yourself. You know jolly well how much I cried; granted, I had to use Jesus’ eyes and even that was not enough. I tell you my love; you were serious about getting a hold of me even if at any moment you expected me to finish you off. That was one of those old obstinate brain cells that struggled to drag us apart and treat us as separate.
Every time you fell off my wagon you yanked that brakes as if I did not already know. I was so pleased with your determination that I had to admit that even my tests were not scary anymore even though you had to fly in the face of hell’s heat. The Hebrew-Brothers-cells never gave up.
I created you with my own specialty and I know why. I want to encourage you to keep the faith-your faith, trust the inner signal about what is right for you and whatever is, that’s your purpose at the time, continue to just do it well- as fitting unto OmniGod.
Cheers, Angeal-Eyes- Breath of my breath!
OmniGod- Triune
May 20, 2008
The here and now of the final days
Anywhere there is government- be it democrat, bureaucrat, tyranny, socialist, tribal, capitalist, republic, conservative, liberal, religion, revolution, institutions- Revelation is at work.
Wherever there is liberation- be conscientious living, enlightenment, highest awareness of the God-self, holy reverence of celestial essence of energy, Revelation is also at work.
Hitching one’s wagon- a.k.a- life to either one is a personal choice, whether chosen, or chosen not to choose. Deuteronomy 30:19 edifies,“ I call Heaven and Earth to witness against you today: I place before you Life and Death, Blessing and Curse. Choose life so that you and your children will live. And so does Joshua 24:15 instruct, “If you decide that it's a bad thing to worship God, then choose a god you'd rather serve-and do it today; that clearly, to me, is indicative that Revelation is not an after-the-body- varnishes event nor is death an after-the-body- varnishes event.
I wonder if that is where the proverb ‘living among the dead’ originated or even the maxim ‘living dead’. Even closer to Jesus-talk; is that the metaphor of the blind, death, lame and sick that he came to restore? I often notice that he never always referred to the healed as having had disease the way this word is milked for all its hallucinating ability to stealthily corrupt and rewire the human mind-set.
All I know is I am happy that I argued my case with God about here, now and, world without end and the possibility of never attaining this eternal life because for all I care there could be damnation when I get to the other side- the other side that I could not fathom would be enjoyed the way I want to when I meet you face to face. I even used to wonder “you must have an ugly face that you want me to die before I can satisfy my curiosity about you.”
Oh my! those crying-laughing tears were were not in vain after all; OmniGod always said to me 'things are not always as seen, perceived, taught or anticipated.
Well I always used to vow to OmniGod that I rather live like heaven is on earth in case when I die I find out that the afterlife I was taught to behold of heaven or even hell was a pigment of one human’s imagination blown out of proportion or may it was not blown out of proportion, it was just someone’s way of making sense of what was passed on. Trying to get a handle of God and all the stuff that matter is something that is as essential as breathing.
Wherever there is liberation- be conscientious living, enlightenment, highest awareness of the God-self, holy reverence of celestial essence of energy, Revelation is also at work.
Hitching one’s wagon- a.k.a- life to either one is a personal choice, whether chosen, or chosen not to choose. Deuteronomy 30:19 edifies,“ I call Heaven and Earth to witness against you today: I place before you Life and Death, Blessing and Curse. Choose life so that you and your children will live. And so does Joshua 24:15 instruct, “If you decide that it's a bad thing to worship God, then choose a god you'd rather serve-and do it today; that clearly, to me, is indicative that Revelation is not an after-the-body- varnishes event nor is death an after-the-body- varnishes event.
I wonder if that is where the proverb ‘living among the dead’ originated or even the maxim ‘living dead’. Even closer to Jesus-talk; is that the metaphor of the blind, death, lame and sick that he came to restore? I often notice that he never always referred to the healed as having had disease the way this word is milked for all its hallucinating ability to stealthily corrupt and rewire the human mind-set.
All I know is I am happy that I argued my case with God about here, now and, world without end and the possibility of never attaining this eternal life because for all I care there could be damnation when I get to the other side- the other side that I could not fathom would be enjoyed the way I want to when I meet you face to face. I even used to wonder “you must have an ugly face that you want me to die before I can satisfy my curiosity about you.”
Oh my! those crying-laughing tears were were not in vain after all; OmniGod always said to me 'things are not always as seen, perceived, taught or anticipated.
Well I always used to vow to OmniGod that I rather live like heaven is on earth in case when I die I find out that the afterlife I was taught to behold of heaven or even hell was a pigment of one human’s imagination blown out of proportion or may it was not blown out of proportion, it was just someone’s way of making sense of what was passed on. Trying to get a handle of God and all the stuff that matter is something that is as essential as breathing.
I am happy to reclaim the ‘crazy’ thinker intelligence and radical child that my maker created and built in my personality throughout this lifetime.
Any other way and, I lose my mind to the abyss and my soul returns to the big bang of breath from whence it came. It is simple as that and as complicated as can be, too.
May 19, 2008
Wilderness Therapy
The beautiful mix of sunrise and morning dew, sunsets, clouds, flowers and natural surrounds add much intimacy to life’s natural world of blissful respite that fits perfectly into my daily intake of Nature
I can literally feel the life force coursing through my body. My pulse resonates with the richness of universe supply of all I need to rest, renew and recuperate. Mind is rejuvenating, soul is exploring its sanctuary and spirit is gliding along in all sore spots suaving them with eternal-life balm.
I invite myself to enjoy the profundity with while he innate physician is healing itself with the gift of simple spectacular solutions fashioned by Life itself.
I can literally feel the life force coursing through my body. My pulse resonates with the richness of universe supply of all I need to rest, renew and recuperate. Mind is rejuvenating, soul is exploring its sanctuary and spirit is gliding along in all sore spots suaving them with eternal-life balm.
I invite myself to enjoy the profundity with while he innate physician is healing itself with the gift of simple spectacular solutions fashioned by Life itself.
May 18, 2008
Cultivating a State of Grace
David must have been really lost in the valley of desolation when he composed Psalm 23. I used to wonder how on earth could David have made it to such high five moments with OmniGod!
It seems that the analogy of when one had been lying in the Sahara Dessert of life panting orgasmicly with the longing for eternal juice is not a bunch of carleemarchare, after all; it is how imagination covets and courts the soul to keep it going; even the first drop of salty sweat taste like milk and honey.
All this while the great big wind keeps singing “I will make it up to you; I promise to give you all I’ve got if you don’t give up on me... just don't give up on me. And then the zephyr brushes its tail against your face and cheeks light up with optimism and you sing along with David, The twenty-third psalm until I fall asleep in heaven's cradle while resting in hell.
Wow, OmniGod!
It seems that the analogy of when one had been lying in the Sahara Dessert of life panting orgasmicly with the longing for eternal juice is not a bunch of carleemarchare, after all; it is how imagination covets and courts the soul to keep it going; even the first drop of salty sweat taste like milk and honey.
All this while the great big wind keeps singing “I will make it up to you; I promise to give you all I’ve got if you don’t give up on me... just don't give up on me. And then the zephyr brushes its tail against your face and cheeks light up with optimism and you sing along with David, The twenty-third psalm until I fall asleep in heaven's cradle while resting in hell.
Wow, OmniGod!
May 17, 2008
Creating a Routine with Reverence
When heaven breaks loose and hell runs on fumes I go within and soon enough and always right in time calmness reset my pace and realigns with an attitude of gratitude of Reverence. My poised stride resumes its progress in Grazeland. Breathing! What would do without its abundance; what can one accomplish without reverence for Jehovah Jappa.
May 16, 2008
Coming soon! Tax collectors with Zacchaeus cells
I don’t know exactly when; all I know is that as sure as the earth spins, so does the wheel of fortune and when God-timing arrives like a thief-unannounced like the tardy bridegroom, tax collectors will be tossing out their loots in exchange for some oil to save their lamps.
Like Zacchaeus, their consciousness will awaken. They will give back first place to the one who owns the world and all that is in it. The one who pays a fair wage for a good day’s work will divide the loot, giving to the last the same as the first. Shrewd managers will then save their teeth from grinding and gnashing by doing exactly what the chief tax collector in Jesus’ day did. This is how the God who keeps every promise remains faithful to its word, works.
May 15, 2008
Pensive Thinking... Effortless Work
Most of my poems were composed as a coping mechanism during my solitary moments as I tried to make sense of so many challenges that cornered my mental, emotional and physical being. I realized that not only had I neglected myself; I abandoned a great gift. My first poem was a high school class assignment. Here I am some decades later making better use of the gift of using the godability if using words to undig and exhume the many buried ideas that having been latent in the crevice of my soul
Writing, and more so, poetry helps me to stay tune within. It brings out the strength and courage when doubts try to creep in to distract me from my purpose
I learnt to express my feeling of anger, resentment and bitterness by letting them spew out on the pages of my journal, bits of paper or the PC.
May 14, 2008
Suicide: Serious, Sensitive Subject
This subject matter is overly burdened and burdensome, prone to sacrilege, repugnance and contempt yet also delicate is its firm grip at your throat choking concern needs some fair airtime. It is not a matter of ‘those in favour, those against”. It is not easy; it just is. Like everything else, the shroud that shields the face of suicide and all its close and distant relatives must be open casket viewing in spite of the fumes of our own mind's wondering
Feeling suicidal is not in and oftself the harmful behaviour; this gut cry for help ends up on deaf ears of ignorance, and death fears- that is the suicide, a deadly attitude.
Feeling suicidal is not in and oftself the harmful behaviour; this gut cry for help ends up on deaf ears of ignorance, and death fears- that is the suicide, a deadly attitude.
Not being able to rid one’s self of the heavy burden of the syndrome of living someone else’s life and dreams, the heavy loads that even God’s yoke have no room to accommodate is time to say enough.
That’s Enough
Intimidation of Goliath can drown one’s inner inkling to persevere. How sad!
That’s what the breath succumbed to when the standards of the world rejects the standard of its maker’s masterpiece
It is the ignorance of the ill meaning used to cloth such subjects as death, life, living, contentment, suffering, happiness, false guilt, true repentance, the dust that we are, the truth within the dust that we are that makes us truly unique in our likeness and image of the creator- the innate, inalienable accessible source of life and living. The freedom to pursue and embrace and even reject that Source at will is thievishly stolen. The torment of unthinking thinkers and doing beings make circumstances testing, teasing, and tauntingly unbearable for some; maybe many, too many.
That’s what the breath succumbed to when the standards of the world rejects the standard of its maker’s masterpiece
It is the ignorance of the ill meaning used to cloth such subjects as death, life, living, contentment, suffering, happiness, false guilt, true repentance, the dust that we are, the truth within the dust that we are that makes us truly unique in our likeness and image of the creator- the innate, inalienable accessible source of life and living. The freedom to pursue and embrace and even reject that Source at will is thievishly stolen. The torment of unthinking thinkers and doing beings make circumstances testing, teasing, and tauntingly unbearable for some; maybe many, too many.
Sound reasoning become distorted
Actions become slaves to judgement
Decisions, dreams, inventions, unique beliefs become extinct
The being God created is dead long before dying and traitors receive scouts honour and the grief stricken loved ones are torn between making peace with what is over running for cover over the beltings from guilt and the blows to integrity and whatever self respect that sores the grieve, grudgingly
Just like disease diseases the body so does it wrangle the soul which then wriggle to remove itself from the restlessness of being forced to remain contained.
Separating suicide from among the list of the endless fancy smanchie label attached to disease as if it cause is still unknown, maybe all too well known and familiar that it breeds contempt and attempts to hide its ugly face, ridiculed and unsolvable, unresloved like the life gone: lived, unlived, never knowing what would have been, then yearns to return to complete what had to have been…
Spirit never dies and its work must continue. Somehow!
Only the creator with the power to give and take away the very essence of life can do so without remorse yet remorsefully- unfathomable remorse. It is as if this all-powerful it self becomes suicidal ad resume it pursuit to and save all who come, without money; just thirsty and hungry for its substance. Thankfully, its Grace is based on its all-knowing authority, not on trust that is used and abused.
OmniGod uses the "tragic" events as lessons to correct the misdirected; breathes new life into their spirits, zest, dreams and the downtrodden spring to action like never before and better than before.
My philosophy mirrors Jobs attitude towards death: welcome death, even invite death just like Yahweh allowed the devil to touch Job’s life but don’t you dare touch his breath. When God speaks even the devil has to obey because it understand that giving breath is not its territory and so taking death is absolutely out of its reach. It is amazing how the devil tried to use Mrs. Job to encourage Job to curse God and die- she must have been, like Judas Iscariot, in a dark hole syndrome moment of dark, cold, stuffy, groggy and blinded by the consequences of instant gratification of doing business with department of external affairs.
God knows we all have this tendency lodged somewhere in our minds and the inkling of Paul in our hearts- the desire to do good and, still oops! We are all like that. God knows what is weighing on our minds and how some of us carry on in spite of and why some do not jut like some overcome the negative impact of death from any other kind of disease and some succumb to the pain and havoc of disease. One is physical disease, the other, spiritual disease… the many faces of death.
I know that OmniGod is busy keeping human from the precipice just as it had cautioned Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden and the Garden of Gethsemane. Its like a parent or guardian/gossiper does its best to protect the child form harms’ way and with all good intention pushes the child right from their frying pan into the inferno and some sometime end up in the Refiner’s fire.
That’s’ why when one does something for the right reason there is hallelujah when foolish reasoning clouds good intention God is indignant with rage and still keeps on holding on because it cannot take its breath away. Now that makes the grieving of the one who bowed out of the race do so knowing that God was always watching.
Looking for oneself is not easy; finding one’s self and not being able to savour that conception, consummation and communion with self is even more heavy on the heart.
Sadly many go without knowing that truth and hence returns to help teach and comfort- believe or not!
One person’s death made me accept that it is okay to be angry about the sad facts and not deride anyone who commit the distressing act and so I carved the courage to take out the dark shades and give some light to the disease called suicide.
May 13, 2008
Ancient autobiography, timeless testimony
When I just perused a few stories here, there and in between the puzzles kept falling apart and I was falling apart too.
Until like a hungry newborn tasting its mother’s first serving of milk, I ravenously and contentedly suck in the marrow of the Word and began to identify with its source.
I continue to study the autobiography of the most ancient of ancestry lineage the more current their testimony and the more persistent their invitation to not just stand on the sidelines and read; nod, squawk, laugh with such surprise and dismay as you realize that all of us at one time mirror you or may just be your next role in the Screenplay of life. It’s like their voce sprung to life from the pages, lauding me to apply time tested, tired and proven principles sprinkled and iced on a cake full of Essence dating back from the beginning still fresh, wholesome, nourishing and satisfying to this contemporary times.
Until like a hungry newborn tasting its mother’s first serving of milk, I ravenously and contentedly suck in the marrow of the Word and began to identify with its source.
I continue to study the autobiography of the most ancient of ancestry lineage the more current their testimony and the more persistent their invitation to not just stand on the sidelines and read; nod, squawk, laugh with such surprise and dismay as you realize that all of us at one time mirror you or may just be your next role in the Screenplay of life. It’s like their voce sprung to life from the pages, lauding me to apply time tested, tired and proven principles sprinkled and iced on a cake full of Essence dating back from the beginning still fresh, wholesome, nourishing and satisfying to this contemporary times.
May 12, 2008
Benediction of Revelation
I used to quarrel with Omni for more than I care to count for dread of running out of numbers; I used to really use up my Habakkuk cells wondering why is heaven so full of hell.
The more I thought of it the more I dreaded reading the book of John with all his visions from God about the second death and first death and all these gruesome details that await me once my body stops coveting my spirit and leaves in search of its room in the abode of many mansions. It you think that the door crasher lineups and deal campground would be remotely comparable then, I better be on the lookout for the next such lineups and campgrounds just for practice.
And as Job declared in 3: 15, 14: 7-8 “so what if God kills me? I am going to state my case with Almighty…there is hope for a tree that had been cut down; it can come back to life and sprout. Even though its roots grow old, and its stump dies in the ground, with water it will sprout like a young plant.
This is supported in Wisdom 3:15; “ Honest deeds are like a root that is alive and can always send up new shoots.”
The plank of fear that boarded my brain from reading Revelation with my mind’s eyes rotted. Having the time to peruse the book of Revelation since I decided to have asked the real author and creator of what was on John’s mind in my plea for hard tough spiritual dumplings, I began to read and reread Revelation book. It was like the black hole of the dark room illumined with a million trillion million fireflies.
So it is okay to let the thousand years mentioned in Revelation 20: 1-3 and 7 take its course without as much as losing an inhale/exhale?
So is this the modern day ‘thousand years’?
I could understand Reason yet like Job attests during his experience with the thousand- year (limited) reign: “who can argue with Everlasting Almighty and win?” And I dare say, “Who can argue with Almighty God and not win because with God it is always win-win
The more I thought of it the more I dreaded reading the book of John with all his visions from God about the second death and first death and all these gruesome details that await me once my body stops coveting my spirit and leaves in search of its room in the abode of many mansions. It you think that the door crasher lineups and deal campground would be remotely comparable then, I better be on the lookout for the next such lineups and campgrounds just for practice.
And as Job declared in 3: 15, 14: 7-8 “so what if God kills me? I am going to state my case with Almighty…there is hope for a tree that had been cut down; it can come back to life and sprout. Even though its roots grow old, and its stump dies in the ground, with water it will sprout like a young plant.
This is supported in Wisdom 3:15; “ Honest deeds are like a root that is alive and can always send up new shoots.”
The plank of fear that boarded my brain from reading Revelation with my mind’s eyes rotted. Having the time to peruse the book of Revelation since I decided to have asked the real author and creator of what was on John’s mind in my plea for hard tough spiritual dumplings, I began to read and reread Revelation book. It was like the black hole of the dark room illumined with a million trillion million fireflies.
So it is okay to let the thousand years mentioned in Revelation 20: 1-3 and 7 take its course without as much as losing an inhale/exhale?
So is this the modern day ‘thousand years’?
I could understand Reason yet like Job attests during his experience with the thousand- year (limited) reign: “who can argue with Everlasting Almighty and win?” And I dare say, “Who can argue with Almighty God and not win because with God it is always win-win
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