Redemption Is Free to You – Salvation will Cost You Everything
Redemption is free to mankind and it has been bestowed on ALL Mankind for all of time and eternity. Redemption is of the spirit that part of us that will return to the God of all who created us all. Redemption is given and is of benefit to all who accept it and to all who reject it. Redemption requires nothing of us. Neither a yea or a nay. And it is my belief that this Redemption came through the man Jesus The Christ.
Salvation on the other hand is NOT A FREE GIFT. Salvation is not of the spirit as Redemption is. Salvation is of the soul i.e. the mind, the will and the emotions that are in the here and now. Salvation can be permanent (lifetime) or it can be temporary and lost on a moment by moment basis.
So what is the price and cost of Salvation to the soul i.e. the mind, the will and the emotions?
The cost is the faith you have in your personal faith. The price is the belief you have in your belief. The only way Salvation of the soul i.e. the mind, the will and the emotions can be permanent is if you give up believing and trusting in your faith and belief in God! You must come to the end of your personal faith and belief in God in order to find real faith and that is not of yourself but of Christ. The requirement for you to believe and have faith ended at The Cross. And as well it should have because as Jesus said if you faith was only as big as a mustard seed you could tell a mountain to throw itself into the ocean and it would obey. The church teaches that Jesus wanted us to have our own faith. The truth is He was teaching us that we had NO FAITH AND NEVER WOULD!!! He at the Cross ENDED the requirement to believe and included ALL in Redemption. And when we know without a doubt that our Redemption is sealed and that all of mankind’s Redemption is sealed then we can come to the point of saying with confidence, " I NO LONGER BELIEVE IN MY BELIEF AND I NO LONGER HAVE FAITH"! And we will be saved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOD NEWS
Selah
Geo
Hi Geo
Thanks for this post
Julia
I love the way you differentiated between the soul( the mind) and the spirit(the Christ within us). This has been one of the hardest things for me to grasp. One allows you to live a lifetime to death, and the other offers everlasting life. One (THE MIND) lets you believe you know the love of God, and the other (the spirit within) let you feel it.
I don’t think there is much difference between the miracle of JESUS on the mountain of transfiguration then there is in the moment you Begin to feel the spirit within you and not the soul of your mind, and i feel even in midst of a world seemingly full of hate that this metamorphose is happening everywhere.
Great post Geo.
I am going to offer this to Boldgrace tonight because this is where i made my request, and it is where i think i owe my thank you.
I had never prayed and at the time i ask this of this site i didnt really believe in God much, but i still ask you to pray for an old uncle of mine in trouble. I didnt ask you to save him, but to just ask God to give him a fighin chance and he would do the rest
My heart at the time was such that i didnt trust anyone to really pray, and even in my heart felt prayers i didnt think it would be felt, but today an old steely eyed tuff farmer walked in my mothers front door, and i knew there is more to this life then my pittiful mind can understand.
I almost hit the big red X and went on to bed, but i thought it would be fun, at least one more time to give my LAST THOUGHT.
As like most of you i have danced in my mind all my life. I have tried to live a decent life, be a good man,son,brother, father, husband, failed in all of them some but still tried like you.
MY LAST THOUGHT is that it might be the ones that believe they have came the closest to being perfect in mans world that may be the furtherest away from the truth.
love always Doug
MC SAYS I WANT THE LAST THOUGHT!.. i hate cats but hes begging.
MC SAYS: If you wrap your tounge arond the tail of a mouse you will hear the bite of its truth on your ear, if you let a mouse lie beneth your warm belly it will wonder into a frezing snow bank, but if you bite its beating heart it will become part of you.
DAM CRAZY CAT, i should have let charlie eat him!
MANKIND HAS BEEN WRAPPED IN THE MIND OF MAN. he has laid beneath the belly of its warmth and chosen to die in a frozen tundra then to sleep there, but found the nourishment of life in the heart he walks with.
love always Doug
Redemption of our spirit is a sovereign act by Father over which we have no control(choice). Salvation of our soul is a joint “effort” on our part and the Spirit of Christ. Our part is to yield our self life(self-for-self) to the working of the cross in us by the Holy Spirit(grace that flows from the love between Father and Son).
“When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.” ~ Buddha
Love your post George!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you add a thousand lies to one truth the total will be one. If you bury the one in a thousand tears it will swim to to top of your mountain. If you beat it, kick it, whip it , it will stare you in the eye with love.
You don’t need to know god ,to feel god. You dont even need to love God to be loved by God. He could give a care if you love him as long as you, love you, because he knows within the you is the love he wants to feel.
Many will offer you a path to God. IF YOU ACCEPT THERE OFFER IT WILL BE A LONG WALK. It will take you down a winding trail of endless confusion leaving you lost in a wonder of mans mind. YOU WILL FIND AN ENDLESS JOURNEY OF who is worthy, and find yourself in the valley of the mountain you felt from your first heartbeat.
You were born on the top of Gods mountain.. Don’t step off ,but if you have, it only take a change of your mind to be there again. It is only the walk from the valley of your mind that is a struggle, and YOU will never climb to the peak of your heart.
THERE IS NO COTTON CANDY, no bible, no words of man, no carousel of man love, no circus of perfect redemption, no reason to feel beyond the perfect heart you were born with.
Dont let man beat you. YOUR HEART KNOWS BETTER
LOVE ALWAYS,, Doug
Perhaps a practical way of looking at this and being able to do every-day living receiving FULL SALVATION is realizing we are two persons within our body, we have an ‘I’ person that we live from most of the time. This ‘I’ person is the soul (mind emotions and the will). It has similar qualities to blotting paper in that it uses the five senses we have to absorb all the knowledge it can from the moment of birth, all the religious and cultural aspects of the family and surrounding community, all the wider knowledge gained through education and a heap of other stuff that we take on board as we make decisions about our life-span. But within us we have a spirit that was created in the beginning, that is eternal that has been quietly and patiently waiting for the moment when we recognize it as being the REAL ME. Our spirit is where the Christ spirit is. Each moment of every day we have a choice to live from one of these natures. It’s quite simple, we do what ‘I’ wants to do, or we wait for the feeling from ME and follow that way. JC said Turn from your ‘I’ way of thinking and follow ME. Who is that ME?
The ME is the brother that dies fearless. The mother that walks with fearless love. The son that never knew a father but was loved. THE WOMAN THAT NEVER FALTERED AND THE MAN THAT NEVER FAILED. The ME is the ONENESS of a trail of love felt by all heard by few.
This for my bro tonight. HE WOULD LIKE TO KNOW THAT I AM DANCING WITH MY HEART.He would love that i am touching my heart with his. HE WOULD DANCE IN MY ARMS and spin me into his universe. THIS IS FOR THE LOVE the true love of a brother.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cViggFZFlxU
This is for all that don’t think there all they need to be. You will never be all that some one else thinks you should be. BUT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MORE THEN YOU THINK YOU ARE, and exactly what you where born as, PERFECT
A crater is formed by a violent invasion. SWELL IS FELT WITH AN INTERNAL ENERGY. Logic: man can see, study , examine, but never feel the truth of it because he cant know the difference between the creater and the Crater, he wont feel the swell in his heart like the explosive SWELL of a rose blossom until there is a creater in his heart made by the weight of MAN, heard by the grace of his heart.
MOST OF YOU WANT TO WALK INTO THE GRACE OF GODS ARMS, and the only difference between us is that i don’t want to walk INTO them, I want to walk IN them., MOST OF YOU WILL SAY i do, and i say you will, but you don’t. most will say thats OK, AND a few WILL say I STILL LOVE YOU.
There is a carousel of life, and the speed its travels is set by the mind of man, the beauty of its hearts is set to the speed of its spirit.
THE MIND OF MAN CONTINUES TO EXCEED THE SPEED OF HIS HEART. He cant see because of the blurred speed of his mind, although he feels he walks with eyes clear as glass. THE EYES OF HIS HEART walks slow like the child searching a beach for the perfect shell, his ears listening like a baby rabbit alone, and the heart that pounds beat by beat with a truth my mind cant know on my carousel.
The mind of ADAM WALKED with the speed of God which begins when you slow your carousel to the speed of zero, and turn it back wards till you know the speed of Jesus.
MY LAST THOUGHT will be of something i have done many times and never known its purpose, but i will share it for you to try.
close or eye tightly…. when you open them for a split second no matter what you see it will be beautiful.
Do you ever feel alone in your travel ? DO YO THINK YOU GOTTA WALK IT TO THE END BY YOURSELF?
The only way you will feel that is if you walk in the quagmire of mans mind instead of the garden of your heart.
MY LAST THOUGHT, is of the blotted paper that has absorbed all of the warmth of man, and was left cold. It is of the ME that that has been walking blind toward a sun that illuminated my eyes with a brilliant son. It is of the heart that felt more then his mind could know, but not as much as his heart would tell him. It is of the the moment of truth that true love is not known in your eyes, your ears, it cant be touched with your hands, or kissed with your lips, or held in your arms. It is to great for anything but your heart to know, but to beautiful for you to Deny it once you feel even a settle breeze of its love.
THERE IS A PART OF YOU THAT IS GREATER THAN ALL OF US, AND IT IS IN THE ONENESS OF ALL OF US.
LOVE ALWAYS
Doug
It is not easy to understand the truth of this mystical magical God. Most of you have been taught by many men. You have been needed over and over like doe, and then baked in the oven of lies, but I have chosen to walk my journey to Gods heart alone. My ignorance keeps sending me back to genesis; because I know to understand myself I must first understand my beginning. God created Adam from the dirt I walk on, but he also created the life within me with his breath.
the LORD God formed the man [e] from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.
Just as I know God he knows me, and he was just not God, but he was the father the son and my spirit, I know him, because I am his spirit, his soul, and his body.
23May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. 24The one who calls you is faithful and he will do it.
If I am the breath of life within the dirt of Adams body then so was eve because it was from his dirt formed rib she was made.
27 So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God he created him;
male and female he created them.
I know that many of you think I don’t understand, and you are right, but my search is for the truth. My journey may end without understanding, but it will not end in fear of a God that breathed life into me.
I will keep looking for the truth of his words within me not for myself but for those that harbor guilt, fear, anger, and hate, because some one didn’t tell them that God is love, and within there heart the life they breath was the life of the first breath of man.
I don’t know where to post my crazy thoughts any more. So ill post them here and there, some for you and some for my brother.
My last thought will be of those who have visions of what is to be. They think they have visions of angels , they can see the face of Jesus, there dreams are in a golden heavens, and there heart is in the truth of all they want.
As you try to understand the truth of the “golden heavens” and the life that your living, start with a God that only promises to love you
There is a chemistry of man, it begins when his mind is beyond the innocents of his youth. It adds hate, greed , distrust, aggression, deception, but held in a nature of truth, stronger then the pull of man, touched by the breath of love.
With in the life of love is a desperate dieing that begins with birth. A soft cry that swirls with the laugh of moments unheard. A dance of existence washed in the purpose of life made real by the visions of closed eyes and walked within an unstable dance.
Within love is the rhythm of each beat of your heart, smiling with the shining of every son your eyes have seen. Eyes staring to heaven as earth fades away, and you cry. A dance left with a simple sigh. A HUMAN bye and bye, but a heart that dances beyond a sigh.
Hands held and graves exposed to sisters of death as the the ears of love is held silent by hearts that cant see the cry, or the truth of the bye and bye.
For Angie: the baby cousin.
LIFE BEGINS WITH BIRTH, AND ENDS WITH DEATH, even Jesus was born and died. So is there any difference between us and him? My simple mind wants to say well holly crap noooo! But my heart says the sun doesn’t stop rising, the moon shins beyond all mans death, the stars of my universe never stop twinkling, but i look at man an say what a piece a crap we have become, and believe we are nothing compared to what we want to tell each other we are until i listen to my heart, and it is there i know we are more then we know we are.
John 3:16 – I am (one) way, (one) truth and (one) light. Anyone can come to the Father, but if you want to, you can do it through Me…LOL
That’s how your Bible must say it.
I believe that Geo Howell is a man who gets off to getting under peoples skin and seeing how many lies he spread like wildfire. Have fun with that buddy. God will cut you down sooner or later.
Hey Nathaniel
ahh I mean Ryan
That is so good I am going to post it on my Facebook page as a note
Peace
Geo
Nathanael? That’s weird. Last time I checked, my name is Ryan and I believe that you are nothing, but a false teacher who is fueled by negative reactions from others to the garbage that you teach. That must be some life, my friend.
Many will tell you that if you are to understand the truth of the bible then you will need to read it in a metaphorical way. They (man) says the scriptures should not be take literally because there is a deeper truth to there words. They say the scriptures have been translate, interpreted, and modified, but in the same breath they will tell you to trust in the words of the Lord.
I believe the words of the Lord are trust worthy, but I only believe the words my heart tells me to trust, and I think that as I search for that truth I must search in the same place it was known to the son of man.
Metaphorically literally and in parables the bible tells us that a baby was born from a virgin woman. From that I must assume that this baby was no more or less then any baby. In other words I assume this baby could not turn breast milk into wine nor speak in a thousand tongues before it could walk. I must believe that this baby needed man to survive. It needed to suckle for food, and be cleansed so as to not lie in its own waste, and it needed the love of man to grow into its own human form. I must assume that baby Jesus was given the same protection of all innocent hearts as Jesus grew to adult hood. And as I try to understand the one thing I have always held true to my heart long before I knew a GOD I ask myself what makes Jesus better then me.
I always believed that no man was better then me, and that I was no better then any man, and with that belief I trusted that any god that loved one of us would love all of us, or I didn’t want to know any God. And it is in that thought I metaphorical am trying to know this alpha omega, this Lamb of God, this savior, and it is in this thought I walk to the Jordan River to find a man such as myself asking another man to bath him in the water of truth.
As this man ascends from the water of truth he is touched by the doves of the holly spirit. Before that moment there is nothing to tell me that he was any more a man then I am, but from that moment he heard the words, the power, and the truth of his father. And it was from that moment that all the miraculous mysterious and wondrous actions of just a man became possible. It was when the doves of the holly spirit enter his human soul. THE SAME SPIRIT THAT MAN metaphorically speaks of from the moment on the cross
JESUS from the moment of his birth has been no better then me, or you, from the moment of our birth, because we have all been touched by the same doves the same spirit, the same love that God had for his son, and all the sons of man.
This is for the little brother within me, the son of man, this is for the walk we all want to take, but our scared of the next step.
I stepped out of my mind for you little bro. I went places that even scared your babies, but they wouldn’t stop loving me because they had loved a mind that had stepped beyond what man accepts. Your trail is not beaten well, and I struggle to keep from being lost, but my heart as yours was raised to not fear, but I didn’t know till I saw the light in your eyes that my uncharted path would be lit.
I have tried to read your bible bro and I found it allusive and confusing, so much of the time it took me to arms that I don’t trust, but the heart that we have, kept me walking down this path encroached by the weeds of man.
I guess that you knew I would need to walk on thorns to find my way to the path straight and clear, and I suppose you laughed at each whimper in my step, and for that I will have stern words for the father that felt I would understand, and for you there is a big brother ass kickin in your heaven.
I don’t know where my walk is taking me from here little bro, I didn’t think I would walk to here, but you know my heart, and you know I don’t look back. So I guess ill just keep walking towards this light, tripping on your logs, pulling the thorns of man from my feet till I reach your bony ass, but you better hide when I find you cause u got an aswhoopin comin.
I TRIED TO SHARE YOUR LOVE BROTHER, and then I to knew it, and I have tried to share our love, but it is like telling someone at the back of there woods that the porch light is on for them to find if they keep walking, that there is a warm blanket and a tray of home made fudge and popcorn when they return from there run to the sycamore tree, and I feel inept in my ability to stand under there light holding the fudge the blanket, and the popcorn of there heart.
But I wont stop trying till I don’t hear you, or I think you don’t hear me.
YOUR BROTHER
Over the past year or two I have spent some time trying to understand the meaning of life, and you would think that after three score and one that I would have a clue, but I am beginning to think I may have understood more from the first time I wondered what the meaning of life was then I do now.
My first recollection, or at least my first clear one, on the meaning of life would have been at the age of around 12 years old. We where visiting grandpa and grandma, and grandpa, who was the Corner for the county, got a call the evening of a suspicious death, and he allowed me to go with him to investigate it.
I was all excited as we drove to the scene with the big blue light strobing on the top of his car, and as we approached the site of the death there were police cars with light blazing everywhere. I remember he took my hand into his big old hand as we approached all the men in uniforms, but when we got to those men with there stern and serious faces he release my hand and I knew it was a signal that I to was a man.
I stood silent inches from his big right hand as he began to do his work. The area was dark only the lights of the cursers and the flashlights of the men offer light to the shadowed world my grandpa and I stood in.
As my eyes struggled to focus I saw a desolate place of cars with out tires in an ally where a small building stood that men where looking into. A man approach grandpa and said it “looks like he bleed out” I remember him saying to grandpa “His name is Snozzy, he freqance this area a lot” “he’s in the out house over there” At that time grandpa didn’t take my hand, he just softly put his hand in the center of my back, and we walked to the two seater out house, and there inside was this gray haired old man leaning against one of the walls with his pants at his ankles in a pool of blood. My Grandpa held his hand to my back as to say “you are not alone”, but also allowing me to stand as a man, not a boy.
From there we went to the old junk car that Grandpa examined as men constantly talked to him, but he said little to them.
When we finally got back to the car Grandpa said ive order an autopsy so we are going to the funeral home “do you want to watch?”, and I said “yes!”.
I found my self still next to Grandpas right hand in a big white room with a shinny metal bed in the middle of it, and soon they brought Snozzy in and placed him on it naked and as gray as his hair. Men in white shirts and black pants began to gather clanging metal tools and place them on shinny metal trays as they laughed and quipped with each other. I remember feeling sad and uncomfortable that people where laughing, and I looked into the face of grandpa to see if I too should be laughing, and I saw a face that found no humor in there jokes, as one of the men said lets catch supper before we do this, as he looked at me with a wink, and said “do you think Snozzy is hungry to?”
Its was at this time Grandpa took me back to grandmas, family, warm milk and cookies, but this time my hand was in his as we walk to the car.
I have relieved this memory many times in my life, and from this one memory I have come to many different conclusion as to what is the purpose of life, and none completely answered the meaning of life, but the one thing I know about this memory NOW is that I still remember Snozzy, and that my grandpa found no humor in his death, and God felt the meaning of his life, and never forgot him , and I hope someday I can tell that old gray haired man that one other person never forgot him, or maybe I just did.
My last thought will be of the walk we do. We look for the happiness of each day. We offer to it the righteousness of what we believe, and on occasion we say it is divine, but more often we find ourselves lacking, and we continue our search as we buy better friends, better reasons to feel good, bigger homes, nicer cars, donate more only to be told by our hearts its not enough, so we say screw it, and that’s just the ones trying to feel the divine truth of there heart. The rest of us are not even thinking about any of that we have already said fuck man, and we don’t give crap about any divine life we just want to get something to eat today, but even in our hearts there is a twinkle of Gods love, and it is that twinkle all mankind will find a new world.
I have avoided the subject of abortion of babies my entire life. My avoidance wasn’t because I didn’t have an opinion, but because I was the cause of one. It was a time, a moment, that I didn’t have the tools to do what my heart was telling me I should do, but has told me everyday of the rest of my life what I should have done.
I think it is time for me to tell my story, a story I have not shared because the one I love is the one I didn’t protect.
In the fall of 1965 as I strutted the halls of high school believing myself to be the baddist of the land my little brother brought me a note from a freshman girl in his class he said “she really thinks your cool, and we been friends for a long time, and I think you will like her”. I don’t remember the words in the note, and I have wished many times I would have kept it but it said “call me” and I did.
I won’t go into the story of our first date, but I can tell you at the end of it I was in love, and I never expected her to speak to me again, but she took my call the next day and I knew who I would marry.
Our love grew throughout the fall, winter and spring, and then the note “I cant see you for awhile” I was able to eventually get her to tell me she hadn’t had a period, and I told her that I loved her and would marry her, but I didn’t walk into her home and take her to my side and tell the authority of her life that I was going to be responsible for my actions, and that is the way it is going to be. Instead I left her to let others decide what was best for her heart.
I didn’t see or hear from my baby girl after that for weeks regardless of how many calls I made, but I was persistent, and she was in love with me, and nothing can stop love.
When we finally held each other again she told me of the nightmare. She told me she had had an abortion, she told me the details of the experience, and the cocky boy, the cool dude, the badass was left with a throb in his heart that has never left. I sat there with her in my arms and knew I had no words but its ok, we are ok, and my mind was screaming, “Why doesn’t she hate you, why didn’t you protect her, and her baby”.
In the sixties abortion was illegal, their were no free clinics for birth control, and if a young man walk into a drug store for condoms he was first humiliated and then told to keep his pecker in his pants as old men laughed him out of the store. He could go to a bar or a truck stop restroom and find machines in a wall that would give you some semblance of a rubber, or he could use the tried and true method of pulling out early, and a girl had the choice of abstinence and denying an over zealous hormone bursting boy that she loves or denying him the nectar of nature.
If you look backwards form the sixties you will find my story true all the way to the well Jesus stood by, but you wont find him judging anyone, and you dam sure wont find him saying you should solve your problem by killing anything.
My baby girl was taken late at night to anther county to an alley were she accessed from the backdoor of a so called doctor that not by the goodness of his heart but by the dollars of his act preformed a procedure that offered a solution to the payers problem
The payer and the doctor achieved the results they wanted, but three hearts walked empty, and one walked absent of love. My baby girl never again spoke of that night except when she talked to one of my nieces many years ago because she felt it was the right thing to do, and I have never talked to her about it again, because I thought it was the right thing to do.
After the sixties man found ways to help prevent pregnancy through education, medication. He made protection free, and if you became pregnant you could easily go somewhere to and have it silenced, but he could not decide when it was killing a heart that his God loves. He tried to work back wards from the first breath of all that he has known to love, and he found that babies sliced form a mothers belly by murderers that breathed as killing, then if they were in the second trimester they were regarded deserving of human protection, and the line of life grow thinner.
I am not a political man, but I am a man that has missed my first child for over forty years, and it was when a young woman decided one morning to have an egg mc muffin and inside her a new little budding life said “hey mom, im here” AND SHE RAN TO A DRUG STORE AND PEED ON A STIX TO TELL HER THAT SHE WAS THERE TO.
That is a communication that no law, no man, no rule can be made to silence. I am not smart enough to tell man what to do with there life, but I know that in there hearts they know what to do with all others.
From Dad
I don’t know if i should have shared this on this particular night with my baby daughter as she is sharing such beautiful news of life, but i have held it silent and i wont let my babies walk another day without feeling the love of the Dinky, the baby they never new.
i have looked in the eyes of every baby born and seen my Dinky from that summer of 1966, and you have seen the crazy of my mind in the absents of my touch to hes tender cheeks. You have watch the strongest woman in the world walk with a pain none of her babies felt, as she laded by your cribs and met your every need. She will die without offering any pain to her babies, but i will offer you a truth of love no matter what the pain is because you need to feel the love we didn’t get to share with Dinky as we did with you.
You have danced in the arms of life, a life shown to you from the minds of man. It was good minds that danced with you, minds that taught you to love, and you learned well, but it was our hearts we were teaching from and we didn’t even know it.
We never opened a bible for you, we never took you to church, we never told you any scriptures, but we taught you to love, and we told you that in your heart is where happiness will be found, and you listened.
We damn sure aren’t the best parents but we are a man and woman that loved your bony asses, and this Dad wants you to love a, DINKY YOU DIDN’T GET TO KNOW. He to only just wanted to be a baby.
My mind is tied of trying to forgive my heart, and my heart is telling me I’m forgiven, and I’m telling you that love forgives all.
What i am saying to you is there is nothing your mind can punish you with that has not been forgiven by your heart whether you die before your first breath or live a thousand years after it. Don’t wallow in your mind, wonder in your heart.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfRNRymrv9k
MC says: My master is smarter then most rodents I eat, but he cries louder then any cat in the jaws of a coyote. I lay in his lap to feel his love, but wonder if i can trust it.
This is the most hatefully cat that ever walked this earth! He will never be aloud to blasphemy me again!
Dam cat
There is a real truth between yesterdays cry and tomorrows sigh it is in the brave heart that feels the truth of both, and will dance between until it is held. NO ANIMAL can see it or man till they look with the heart of a God, but it is there a dam cat can rest.
MC WANTS THE LAST WORD BUT HE HAS NOT LOVED HIS MASTER enough TO WARRANT HIS WORDS, but his master will not stop him.
He SAYS: Man is like an ice cube, they either want you frozen in there beliefs or they leave you drowning when they melt, but cats know before the frost or the thaw if you worthy of supper or love.
i hate freakin cats!
Dam cat
I’M NOT GONNA LET THAT DAM CAT TALK TO YOU AGAIN. He Will mess your mind up, but i will tell you that it is in the heart of all animals to feel the love of a spirit that will take you beyond any fears man has shown you, and it is there we should learn to shave cats , paint them red an nail them to stop signs… just saying
Dam cat
All of us will fade from this life. Babie girls watch the dance and they look at the vision in a circle that is held in the realm of their mind. They see the circle of truth that has been held to there nose like the breath of there mother never to taste beyond the essence of that perfect moment. They hear the universe in the whisper of there ear lying against the breast of there mothers heart, and sleep. They walk with leg stiffened by time and feel the strength of their strut in the truth of there ever grow mind fearless of any condemnation of man. Trusting the mind that walks in the love they first found in there mind, stepping over they heart they new before the taste of their mothers breast.
All of us will fade from tis life, but none of us will fade from the life us once new.
it is in the kiss of tonight i say hello. It is in the kiss of yesterday i say goodbye. I have walked your uncharted course and tested my unequipped mind. i have gone beyond the sycamore and returned. I stood beneath you in your fears till you let me fall into mine with the same trust.
i spoke of your love until it was mine, as i waded in your mud as it was yours, and i crawled to the bank of your truth with a mind seething your driving cry, screaming in my ears to never stop. i felt the humiliation of man as you stood me naked and i stood shivering waiting on the truth. My mind begged for you, and you let me crawl in my mind whimpering in my ego. You left me to dangle in the promise of a man knowing i wouldnt stop till i felt the reason of mankind.. i felt the reason of family, and you laughed, i felt the reason of man, and you laughed, i felt the reason of my heart and you cried with happiness.
I kiss you tonight to say goodbye to all i have ever said hello,
i whisper with words that cry sheltered from our light.
I wonder tomorrow in the human sorrow tired of the night,
I LINGERED FOR YOU for you.
Brother Doug
I love man in ways that mankind cant comprehend. I found you repulsive in ways that man understands. I LOVE MAN in ways that they misunderstand. Righteous in there killing of pillars i stood.
I love man.
I don’t know how long a mind will dance with his heart before his mind tires of the dance. I know his heart will never stop but i know how weak man is. I know that my mouth is speaking from my mind because my heart will never die, and from that life all will hear my truth.
dance with my heart…
How should a preacher preach? Should he dance with words that send a shiver to your bones? Should he wrap you in a blanket so tight you smother to breath love? Maybe he caresses you with the oils of faith, lathering you in an anointed belief that will burn with a touch of mans fire, as he holds you till you ignite. As your brilliant beautiful burning light explodes in his blind eyes, he will throw his hands to the air stepping from you praising his God.
How should a preacher preach? Should he dance in words that send a shivering tingle of love to the perfect core of your existence? Should he float you on a blanket of love to heavens you have never seen? Maybe he caresses you in the touch no man can feel without his hand. As he hold you next to him loving every brilliant moment of your explosive burning light never stepping from you no matter how high your fire burns.
How should a preacher preach? Through his mind or through his heart? How do you think Jesus preaches? Through your mind or through your heart? How do you think this almighty God preaches?
You talk about the Christ in you like it’s just another man walking earth. You talk about the Holy Spirit like it’s something you don’t have, till you die. You see yourself the same as that fuzz nuts boy before he was baptized by John, and I see myself and you as everything he was after that day. Perfect.
How should a preacher preach? What do you want to listen to? Your mind? Or your heart. The truth or a lie.
If truth was a tree what kind of tree would I be? If my roots were truth and my trunk was logic with limbs of emotion, what would my leaves see?
I have always thought it is in logic that man can know truth. That it is when logic is wrapped in emotion the false truth emerges. Emotion was what I saw as mans way of glazing truth so he could see it in righteous ways.
An example of what I’m saying is man saying “I love you”. At this point truth has been spoken clear and pure. It has not been doctored, or mutated, and is perfect, and requires nothing more, but then man takes the purity of the truth of love, and needs to add his logic to it. So he says “I love you, and I will protect you, nourish you, feed you cloth you be at your side, IF, you are faithful to just me, obey just me, love just me. At this point truth has been painted in a hardening glaze over and over with soft strokes of drying untruths till the truth of love is incrusted till death dose it part.
I was wrong to think with logic I could have a chance at knowing truth. Logic taught me to love as much as I am loved, to hate as much as I am hated, to kill with the same vengeances as those who would kill me. All of these accepted logical strokes of mans mind are what has painted the one simple truth of love till only an illogical minds can crack though it to the once known truth of love.
The purity of “I love you” period, without conditions, judgments, expectations, can be incrusted by man but never destroyed, but the glaze of mans lies are as fragile as the leaves on a tree in a fall breeze as they fall to earth in there death as spring gives forth to new life.
There are no attributes of man that shines pure. He is heartless and he heartful, unforgiving and forgiving, beautiful and ugly. He confuses equal and similar, and perceived as real, but all is conceived in his mind of a millennium of lies till truth is barely heard. He shrouds himself in this logic till all walk with him reinventing his truth over and over till righteous lies soar with the wings of a vulture feeding on the dead and dying
IF I WAS A TREE WHAT KIND OF TREE WOULD I BE? I would be any tree from the pure seed of thee.
John 3:16 – I am (one) way, (one) truth and (one) light. Anyone can come to the Father, but if you want to, you can do it through Me…LOL
Except you (mis)quoted John 14:6.
I have wondered so many times WHY GREATER MINDS THEN MINE, haven’t offered words of Gods love. WHY dose humanity sit silent in this free atmosphere as so many others are muted. I am not talk to the god fearing bible welding ignorants, but to the free of heart. I AM NOT TALKING TO THE BEATEN THE DOWN TRODDEN THE CONTROLLED, but the free of heart
My mind has ask this question for almost two years. My conclusion is there is only one thing that restricts the spread of Gods love, and it is fear.
“Beautiful people have lost the fear of God, but not of man.”
That is what i saw! In eyes i walked to see .
My journey began to know fearless eyes believing i to was as fearless, and i promised in my mind to walk in the truth of it. I didn’t hide my soul from you no matter how humiliating i knew you saw it, and i knew you saw it, as i did yours, and new you didn’t see me watching. IT IS IN THAT NAKED EXPRESSION i felt the eyes i speak of, and the reason of silence man cherishes with an open voice.
It is not in just you, me, my loved ones, or the world of man, i speak to. IT IS THE HEART OF MAN. The part of man that my brother saw. He realized there is no embarrassment of man, no guilt of man, no fear of man, no reason not to dance naked, no reason to hold your heart from the cloud of love.
The fearless eyes i saw are believed known in human minds by his children, nieces, his nephews, his mother, his brothers, and lost there in their long walk of this life. They want to feel his brave dance, but are not willing to open there hearts to the expression of the depth of his soul. A DEPTH MOST WILL NOT REGRESS TOO.
I do not see my brother as greater then you or I, but i saw in his fearless eyes a man that was all that we are. I saw us, and i am pleased.
You can walk in your deception. You can walk and feel phony eyes of love, truth,fear, in your expression, in the words man want you to hear. You can believe in the vapor of lies in your mind that you are more then your cries, or you can find your brave eyes.
I love you.
A lifetime ago I wrote a message to a sweet suffering Angel. At the time I wrote the message I thought I possessed the wisdom of man, and I thought it was within my mind to offer her some shelter from the pain she was in. I told how we all suffer, how pain fades with time, and how we praise God in our bliss and blame him in our suffering.
I had at that time begun to shed the shoes of man, and was trying to find steady legs in the hard leather sandals of a man seldom known in the mind of men.
I reread that message that I wrote to a sweet Angel today. It has laid in my desk draw for over a year and a half, and I realized it was in the last words to her heart I spoke the the truth.
Keep the faith
All most two years ago I began a walk down a path of darkness. It wasn’t my chosen path and it was an unfimialiar trail, but a friend offered a scripture that he felt would comfort me, but there were no words from God or man that I could feel.
For reason I don’t know I save the words he sent to me, and today I read them again. It was in those words my dark dance began to a lighter side of man. It was in the bizzard of the snow, and the thunder of the rain that the bud of my heart began to flourish. It was in the foul sting of my voice that my words of love began to sing. It was in the seed I saw buried life began to grow.
I owe this man money for services rendered, but when I tried to pay him he refused my money, and it was when I reread the words he sent to me that I realizwd why. I never thanked him for his words of comfort, because it wasn’t until today I knew what they meant to me.
This is what Chuck offered me.
Isaiah 55
Invitation to the Thirsty
1 “Come, all you who are thirsty,
come to the waters;
and you who have no money,
come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without cost.
2 Why spend money on what is not bread,
and your labor on what does not satisfy?
Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good,
and you will delight in the richest of fare.
3 Give ear and come to me;
listen, that you may live.
I will make an everlasting covenant with you,
my faithful love promised to David.
4 See, I have made him a witness to the peoples,
a ruler and commander of the peoples.
5 Surely you will summon nations you know not,
and nations you do not know will come running to you,
because of the LORD your God,
the Holy One of Israel,
for he has endowed you with splendor.”
6 Seek the LORD while he may be found;
call on him while he is near.
7 Let the wicked forsake their ways
and the unrighteous their thoughts.
Let them turn to the LORD, and he will have mercy on them,
and to our God, for he will freely pardon.
8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the LORD.
9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
10 As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
11 so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
12 You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.
13 Instead of the thornbush will grow the juniper,
and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.
This will be for the LORD’s renown,
for an everlasting sign,
that will endure forever.”
There is a power in gods love that hails above all that we see and screams with a whisper beneath any disciples we hear. There is no verse scripture prose poem psalm or prophesy of any apostle but the one within you to be. There is no truth but the one born in you. There is no lies but the ones your mind believes.
I thought my dance needed shoes of your scriptures to hear his music, and i wrapped my feet in your bible. I thought the floor to heaven was glazed in in slippery boards of biblical knowledge only to find my feet splintered in in a slide to hell.
There is a God with a power of love that hails above all that we see and hear and he stands in the center of our dance floor like a MIRROR.
you will have many offer you peace joy happiness and all you need to do is believe in God, then they will tell you you need to donate a little to god.. thats tithing, then worship him. thats reading there bible attending there church, and about know your saying ” hell thats why i left that woman beating low life worthless man to find all this peace joy and love that your god says i neeed to pay for”. So you spend a bit more time in this quacmire woundering how is this much differant then being beat every day and told im not good enough.
Are you begining to see how i can take this story from a woman being beat by man, then loved by mans religion to any one walking this earth beat down then brought up to a hell they first lived in?
About now your saying you dont know the God i love, and im thinking if the god you love dosnt know me then you dont know God, because the god i know loves every hair on your ass and mine.
Abandonment is something that we don’t expect God to offer us. Your religious leaders say he won’t. They say he will stand by you, and your scriptures tell you to look to David for your answers. So what did David say about abandonment? Psalm 13: 1 How long, LORD? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and day after day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
That was DAVIDS WORDS. Could it be that Davie didn’t see the truth in his heart? COULD IT BE that god’s words are closer to our hearts then they where to one of your biblical promisor? Is it in the promise you heard or in the abandonment of it lent by man that you dance? My dance floor has no corners, edges or limits it abandons no one and it see no enemy that can triumph me.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2FT4FprxDg
Do you have a common mind? A simple mind? Or do you see yourself intellectually superior? Have you graduated beyond the level of the core of humanity and dance in the realm of a reality unseen by those subhuman to all that you know. Do you appease your mind with words such as apathy, empathy, compassion as you draw a tear of false emotion to appease your heart? Do you know the difference of your own truth and your lies?.. my GRACE IS BOLD.
Perhaps the best way of looking at this and knowing that we have full salvation is in the realization that we are one body, embodied by the 5 senses of man and the added sense of gods love. No bibles required, no churches to attend, no funerals to be the celebrity of.
The words you see was not made by me but taught from angels of my heart. Some above some within but all a part of the dance to my heart.
It is on this site I began a journey because I thought one of the writers on it needed me to inspire him to write again. I began with child hood stories then threaten him that if he didn’t write again I would destroy his site with unimaginable words of fright, and he just smiled in his beautiful delight.
I continued to write till his last breath and I just wanted to grieve the pain away, but I made a promise to hear what I had never let him say. I PUT MY PAIN AWAY TO SEE HIS HEART and I began my dance. The dance began slowly in a confused swirl of bibles verses scriptures it splattered me with raindrops of truth but blurred in there landing on my heart.
As the storm continued to rain I walked on writing my confused word like ink dripping in the flooded mind of man. I waded in guilt fear anger as I looked for an exit door from my room of discloser, but I continued on and the dance began to beat faster. The swirl was turning into slurry. I began to wonder do I need man to help me understand, am I unworthy of what I began? I started to think I was going insane, but I continued on.
The slurry of my dance continued to advance until the spin was out of my control and I felt my heart saying you are ME, and in the moment I felt the ME OF ALL, and my heart beat began to slow and I saw the eyes of the hearts that was with me on my journey.
It was here I knew I need not be afraid of man or beast because I was always willing to meet them on any frontier. IT WAS HERE THAT I knew I could love myself.
It was on this site I took a journey from my mind to my heart. I spent two years to hear what I knew 62 years ago. My dance isn’t done till you see my smile in a beautiful delight or in the absents of your fright, but it begins when you walk in my dance floor in a swirl of fear with a heart ready to fight.
My dance isn’t done but its obvious to me that i am alone. In your human mind you say no Dougie..Your hand is held by Jesus, your heart is touched by God.. you say feel the love that touched your mind hear the words of God in the scriptures you read and i say your bible never spoke to me. I tried to listen but i was bloated with lies and belched you to the seas of my despise.
I tried to read your bibles and all of them told me i must die or kill to live, so i looked deeper in my mind to know the love I sort to find. I found myself eye to eye with a fear no man should endure, but i said ill walk mans path of fear to find love and the path lead me to the narrow trail of love. A trail that is hard to see, unmarked by man, untraveled by minds of love, unfelt by words of human needs. A lonley trail to all but the brave that fear to tread the well groomed path of man.
My dance isnt done.
i wonder by brother why i should continue to speak, I wonder my brother why i should continue. I WONDER MY BROTHER WHY I BEGAN? is it because in the dazle of my mind i refused to understand, or in the wonder of my heart i knew it all began? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rkgm1yGgbM
There are things that only older people know such as pain is a part of life and grief is part of life lost, but there is some things that older people know if they are absent of religion that old religiouse people cant show.
Old religiouse people cant show all inclusive love, or limitless kindness. OLD RELIGIOUS people have endured the the pain of man and found a way that they are loved by a god above.
YOUNG RELIGIOUS people say i found grace and i dance in a new life. When i die ill fly to a perfect heaven in the sky. I am blessed by the death in Christ. I KNOW THE PAIN OF LIFE , BUT IM ABOVE ITS STRIFE, because i am blessed in the death offered by christ.
There is a new older crew walking amongst you and they dont have that religios view. they dont know if your going to heaven or hell and dont give a dam, they know in your heart is the only exam. They know your as included as any one that ever walked this earth and only you can feel any diverse.
THIS OLDER CREW KNEW that time would show how much love would be placed in you this older crew only needed the love of there heart to hear the word of GOD. THIS OLDER CREW knows it will never die to the crew it leaves behind. it will never be won by the man of your dreams or blessed in his sun Dance in Love. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmdPQp6Jcdk
we are still here Dougie!!! Hope all is well
The last words Cliff spoke to me was in a question, he said “We have had a wonderful life haven’t we Doug?”, and I answered “yes we have Lishy.” I was an awkward moment of brothers saying there goodbyes, but as with most it is in the last words and feeling that we hold onto the tightest believing there must be a special purpose in them.
Why did he ask me that in a question form? Why did he speak of the wonder of OUR lives? Why did he leave all of us with soft and contented eyes? Why wasn’t I content in our awkward goodbye?
There is no question in my mind that my brother required an answer from me as to whether we had had a wonderful life or not because he was certain of what the wonder of life was, but I believe he knew in his question that I would linger in its thought. He knew I had not yet let myself truly know what the wonder of real life is, and only in his soft brave eyes I would look.
I can tell you now little brother that we did have a wonderful life. We were wrapped in the arms of love from the moment of our birth. We played and danced and laughed with our wives children and family till we thought our hearts would burst. We held each other in tears of pain and sorrow, and protected all we loved with an armor that we thought no weapon of man could penetrate.
We did have a wonderful life little brother, but I can tell you now that in the realm of my human reality there was a force greater then the protective armor of my mind. A force that offered something greater then my life. A force that began to unveil something more wondrous then my mind could describe. A force that offers no questions to my mind but offers answers to my heart.
This world is changing bro, many see it in a state of turmoil, but I see hearts being awakened one by one. I wish I could be a better representative of what my brothers started so many years ago, but I can only dance in the shoes I wear, and something tells me ill never wear in them a hole.
I meet the need of the promise in my heart to know the question in your eye, and I touched the life eternal and wonderful feel of its beauty. I lost you April 16th two years ago and found you sometime after, but now its time for me to slow my hurried mind, and linger in the wonderful beauty of time.
I am not yet the captain of the plane I want to fly Lishy, but I have bought my ticket, and began to check my bags, so don’t get to comfortable in that captains seat.
I’m not done yet Lishy, this dam cat is still curling at my feet and he is begging to speak. He says i have lost control of my my mind and it is in his animal nature that the words of my heart i will find truth of life. I have slapped him down more time then i can remember from my keyboard but he still wants to speak so i guess ill let MC have the last word between you and me.
MC says: I have watch my master seek the nature of man as he brought home them dam two female canine dogs for me to train. He sees them in the same wondrous beauty as he sees me but he dosnt understand the differance in the love i have for him, and the love he has for me. He see these dam dog the same way as he sees me as i eat the heart out of a mouse to show him there is a differance in our spiecies. I knew i should have never let him see me love Clucky, but at least i have the last word from the heart of Man.
That dam cat will never have the last word as long as i breath. i tolerate his mousy breath only because he needs me. HE HAS NO CLUE OF THE LOVE I CAN KNOW, or the depth of hell i can show. It is only from my benevelent heart he can breath. It is from my heart he is loved for within the mind of man is the nature he sees, but it is hiddin by the heart that rule his destany. It is by mans heart that i love my MC.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44_euhsY7J0
I HATE COMPUTERS.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44_euhsY7J0.
FUCKIT ILL PUT IT ON FACEBOOK.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44_euhsY7J0
MC SAY: Why was it so important for you to let others hear a song that they will view in some romantic view? why do you care? do you know that i don’t purr in the view of any that can hear me but you. Cant you see that in silence you can survive until other’s that don’t know your love hear you. I PURR FOR YOU BECAUSE I TRUST YOU, but i fear that in your voice others will hear you and in there righteousness they will blot you from the life you love.
I WAS TOLD that if you add broccoli cauliflower cheese and milk in a pot with a dam cat it will still taste like crap, so that stupid little SOB gets to live another day, but he is denied access to my computer from this day forward.
I withheld my purr from all that could hear till i had no fear of death, and in the moment that i knew no man can kill the beauty that i began with I began to roar. My roar is still inaudible to all but the hearts afraid to purr, but I lay now as a lion on a rock purring to the son on my back, as the fur ball at my feet begins to understand the journey i took. As he begins to know tears of years that fell on his head. As he looks in my eyes with complete trust, and i look back knowing that his faith is not misplaced as the hero of his trust.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vbg7YoXiKn0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vbg7YoXiKn0
My last thought is that there is a gauntlet of love carried in every soul. Some never know it and bury it with them. Some know it and use it to bury others. Some know it and don’t know how to give it away. The difference is some see it as dirt, some see it as gold and some see it as a gift of life.
One of the foundations of my life was to believe that I lived in a state of reality, as most of you believe that you do, but as I considered the possibility of a spiritual life I began to question the truth of my human understand of reality.
I knew the human definition of reality was living in a state of mind that is actual and true, but I wondered if in the spiritual state, if reality- spiritual reality, could be as actual as my mind wanted me to believe?
Even before my journey began the opposites in life was amazing to me. To think that for every truth that made up my reality there was an opposite truth to offer balance in mans mind. If I say there is day you will say there is night, If I say there is love you will say there is hate, If I say there is life you will say there is death, and I can go on and on in the opposites of human reality of truth.
So in which reality should I desire to live? The one man has offered that comforts you in the reality of his sanity or the opposite of his sanity the insanity of my spiritual love? The reality that love never fails for it knows no hate, the reality that there is no night in spiritual life for no sun is required to have light? The reality that only in my mind I will find death for in my heart death is a word unknown?
The true definition of reality is to know you live in a state of love too insane for the sane mind of man to understand. There is no opposite of you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiVYvdKjzYA
I recall as a child my parents had a friend that worked in a Red ball jet plant, and every spring we got new pair of defective tennis shoes. As kids we didn’t know they were defective, and we didn’t know the humiliation my parents felt knowing they couldn’t buy us shoes any time they wanted to. All we knew was our lives were perfect and we were loved.
As we became parents we wanted to offer to our children all that we had been given and more so we dressed them in the bugle boy pants the newest pair of Nike shoes on the market and an education to take them to a future better then what we had seen, but we didn’t prepare them for a life that is harder then ours. We didn’t show them how to love when the house is so cold that you must break the water in the wash bowl to wash your face. WE DIDN’T TELL THEM THAT THERE IS A TIME YOUR BELLY may not be full. So our babies are left unable to scrap for life and we say its our governments fault, and i say its time to tell our kids that they can make a better world in defective Red ball jet tennis shoes.
I recall working with a religious sort of guy one time removing a 2” shaft from a piece of machinery. I brought a 3# hammer around as hard as I could onto a 1” piece of brass and missed the brass hitting my hand. I let out a whelp followered by a “God dam that hurt” and he said “yah know god will forgive you even for the sin of using the lords name in vane, and I said “that’s good, but I aint ready to forgive him for hitting my god dam hand.” He looked at me with a face that said you’re bound for hell, as I told him to go get me a bigger hammer.
Me and that fella didn’t speak much the rest of the night because I knew I knew more about removing that shaft then he did, and I also knew I didn’t need his god to help me.
I couldn’t tell you the name of that man today, and I doubt if he knows mine, but I would bet he has found and lost god more times then me, because I just hit my hand with a sledge hammer once and he was hitting his mind with one over and over.
Some of you are think he was speaking to you with the words of God and it was my ears that couldn’t hear, and im thinking bullshit God heard his words to me as much as he heard my words to him or that man because both of us were speaking from the mind of man, neither of us was speaking from our hearts.
Yah see if I would have spoken from my heart after hitting my hand I would have known no pain, and if he was speaking from his heart he would have known the beauty of mine, but we were not one in that spirit yet.
Even you’re Jesus after having the crap beat out of him finally said God damit daddy have you forgotten about me? Have you forsaken me?
I am not nearly a Jesus, and neither are you, but it is in the recognition of the Christ within us we begin to be more like the spirit of our beginning. Many have said awh screw it im liven till I die and in that moment ill see the truth, and I am saying yah really think it is in that moment that all the secrets are known?
I could have just as easily written this story to say that I missed the shaft and splinter of brass entered my brain I shouted god damit that hurt and died, and by grace I floated into heaven, or into hell, but I cant write that story that way because I lived long enough to know that there is no death but the one we walk in. There is only life and it begins the moment we truly feel our spirit placed in us by Christ.
My son is coming home from Michigan this w/e, my daughter is blessed with my next grandchild in her belly, my mother is as strong in heath as she has been in years, and I work every day with a brother that we still find ways to play like puppies. I can go on and on of how I am blessed, but all it takes is one dark thought to drown all the beauty of my life and leave me sinking in a quagmire of dome.
THOUGHTS are the parameters that we live in both good and bad, so we try best we can to eliminate the bad thoughts. We do this so many ways. We buy things, we give things, we have sex, get drunk, we pray and cry until our bad thoughts are dulled thinking only good thought will be known, and some develop thoughts sociopathically compatible with there mind, but most never find the reason they are not happy in the truth of there thoughts.
Most of you will take exception to my belief that you are not happy. YOU WILL TELL ME IN THE WORDS OF GOD YOU FOUND JOY, OR IN THE FAITH OF GRACE YOU FOUND PEACE, and I say it is in that hope of that you stand on firm ground as I teeter on the tip of a needle.
I have every reason to be happy as you, and I have as many to feel you’re gloom, and in the dance of my thoughts I saw the reason of my life and it did not include the reason of thoughts it just sought life beyond my mind of thoughts.
I never liked cats they live so independent, but i spent most of a year gaining the trust of a fur ball i call mc. He dont get a real name only initails that represent his cautious call to me (meow cat) but some how or another he is laying by my feet, feed every day, watered every day, given his own personal place to crap that i clean up. Dam cat.
I THINK i have learned more from that cat then he has from me, but im not done as he sits at my feet telling me that its better to kill all that dont look like you or me. With that thought i looked at him and said but you dont look like me. And as i pulled my gun from my desk drawer he said with a frightened eye let me explain. i said hes got two hair balls in a hackin cought to make himself clear.
MC SAID: man has been our rulers for all of time, and the moment we since there love we devote ourself to them, even when they lose there love for us we still love them. You can beat us , mistreat us and we will believe in the love you once knew, but we are not you, and we live in the nature of our mind wondering why you kill those of your kind.
understand my friend, that all cats would fear the gun in your hand, but i have no fear of you or your gun cause you showed me your heart. A love that even my mind can know.
I say: Dam cat.
My last thought: Is of the beauty of man. We rule all beneath us, we understand that it is in our control who survive or is extincted from our lives. We pretend to care who lives or dies but give little thought till it affects our lives. We are survivor of our own demise.