Can You See It

You can take your shoes off 

 walk bare on this grass

cool to the touch

 soft underfoot

We will encounter a few bumps

 a bruise here or there

 when we get to the end

 I hope you will See life. 

Please fair warning though

 branches of knowledge 

 seems come out from outer space 

you didn't see it

 because you weren't looking

If you run into one

 and it smacks you in the eyes

 it's a trick

 keep your eyes open

 it just burns a bit

 for a tiny amount of time

 

In my minds eye I go back to Abraham when the confusion of discontent noise enters the arena of clear divisive thought. No, not Jacob...I'm looking for an answer that can not be confused, a story of old to show me the way 

and the only way I can show you is take you on the path while I tell you some stories.

I once tried out for a writing spot and made the team; it was atrociously fun what we were doing, pirating shows and adding commentary. I dabbled in the real house wives and the fringe of the universes which were all fake and contrived, low hanging fruit to throw around and make a mess, examples of what nots...

...but I never knew if I was actually good at the art of writing.

The position I did not earn as I was chosen via vote, and like most normal everyday people you go to those that like you for as many votes as you can...I don't know if I was chosen out of merit because I rigged the system, we all do if we can. It's a popularity contest, yes, it was writing so it had substance but too many give false praise because they want to live in a world that is    not       uncomfortable? 

It's an uncomfortable place to pop a squat and truly think about your own capabilities and the truth of your self. We call it knowing your dark self, the jihad, it's the wrestling with the way you order importance and act upon this way, the wrestle is to submit yourself to Gods rules. It is not a wrestle to know you did wrong, everyone knows when they are doing something wrong, even psychopaths -kristins definition of psychopath, someone that acts in a way where they are not responsible for their actions, you made them do it. It's a bad trait for a culture to survive let alone thrive, we are on demise as they eat their own and the children blame the parents for being human. We don't want people behaving in this manner so we give them a name with a solid definition to wary others to not trust them. 

Consequences roll Good and bad. 

anyway

My mom and I were chatting the other day with concerns to all the drugs the teachers, administrators, therapists, parents and all hand out like halloween candy...poison for the childs mind, body, and soul. 

    "If the teachers had told me that I could have given you or your lion of a brother a drug and that would calm you down, by heavens I woulda probably done it."  

She probably actually would not have done it, it was a joke, and the truth is always funny. We were a handful of four bodies with different heads. One golden and perfect, a crown upon her head, another a lion of intellect and strong movement, yet another a loud quizzical child in constant movement, and then the other a beautiful man with a natural knowledge of all things. All of us, our Fathers angels and if you ask mom anything you get the truth and a, "love you more." We are our Mother's stewards. 

Can you imagine what life was like for a quizzical child raised in a literal house of God, the first church, building one, apartment one, and yes we sang kumbaya as I sat at the feet of a Pakistani man, I don't recall his name, forgive me, as he played the guitar in our living room, with our very own teachers, experts all in their fields. Religious teachings with open minds and real hands on knowledge of the universal world; all of it, nothing was ever removed from the table, except dessert. (We didn't grow up with desserts, We, "deserted the table.")

Anyway, it was a fun way to grow up, free with a few rules to respect to keep everything civil. 

Let me tell you a few more stories please as we meander down this path

BrownNut the other day texted me a story of how for 3 weeks she refused to take the trash to the curb, because, she always does it and has asked for help. She stopped doing it to see if they noticed. They did. She didn't want to ask them any more, she's strong and tough but she's not their wife or mother, men need to take their own trash out.  

Patience is a virtue that pays off in dividends. I want to insert a pager joke here.   

I have a great deal of gratitude, I could have been born to anyone, anywhere and my children are literal gifts from God. 

Thanks for walking down this path with me, I started with Abraham and not Jacob with purpose, I also did not choose Jesus, lessons to learn all around. Abraham showed his brothers and sisters the truth of one God, he was saved and his brother was not. 

I thought we learned long ago not to sacrifice our children through the story of Abraham?  

In 2020 they poisoned as many minds as they could reach, they reached the whole planet except for one tribe on the Amazon and another on some island I think near Indonesia. It's been a long process to get us to this point, I'm not sure of the percentage amount of Churches and religious orders that have been taken by the new identity religion, where you idolize yourself and tell God to praise you because you are deserving.  

Never forget what they did. 

There are earthly consequences 

there have to be or we are not. 

We apply the word of God 

We amplify the word of God. 

God shows us if we are doing it correctly or not through feed back if you can See it

Here We are, can you See It.