Flu Season . . . Has Your Money Received It’s Shot?

Nothing on this planet, or the multiverse for that matter, evolves and changes without the assistance of God’s Touch.  For those of us who believe that there is no such Being and refer to My Father as nothing more than the local mall Santa Claus there is no need to look far fore HE is in everything.  HE is life nothing more nothing less.  If we once again examine an issue in the frame of micro instead of macro then wisdom can be applied to this knowledge . . . or as my none believing brethren would say, to this claim.  As mini creators we have scientific studies which proves that once we give a thing a name it takes on a life; be that of its own or of our design.  If that’s the case, then is it safe to point out that God is life since life comes from words . . . or the WORD?     

 

One thing about Mankind . . . we run.  We have our flee mechanism down to a science.  Humph.  The one thing that we often forget during all of our motioning is the fact that we are not faster than God . . . it’s not only our arms that are too short.  There is no reasoning or justifiable excuse for such actions since God has told us that HE knows what we are going to say before it’s said and do before it’s done.  Take for instance our aspiration for hygiene living in order to outsmart germs.  This is a case study of mankind attempting to outrun God’s design.

 

We have already been told that we will never capture that which our hearts desire and therefore it is safest to desire God. So how long did we think it would take before the entity named Flu would figure out that there was a way around our constant hand washing/sanitizing and non-germ transferring?  Can you imagine the inner discussion that could have taken place?  “Sir, we can’t handle the hot water that they’re throwing at us. We have to retreat in order to fight another day.”  I’m certain that during all these years in which we were receiving flu shots the Secretary of Germ Defense was pushing his underlings to come up with a new way to enter the human temple in order to out maneuver a well known foe.  Just as I am sure that he sits back today smiling at the fact that we humans can now catch the flu from cash handling.

 

This is interesting if one sits and thinks upon it all.  Cash money still has life before it and I can not think of a way to counter Flu’s recent advancement.  If the WORDS which read: the love of money is the root of all evil, has this recent development presented a window of opportunity for us to rethink our love and admiration of the materialist magician? 

 

Maybe this is just another step toward alignment with the great shit that’s coming.  I mean after all it’s just money how long could a germ’s rations last on a piece of paper that touches many hands, sit in sweaty pockets amongst other places?

 

Rochelle, please, again I ask that you help all needing a divine understanding of the use of money.    

Water . . . Sound . . . Mankind, its all connected

Maintaining balance while in the human temple is a most demanding task.  The Word states: that which is in Heaven shall manifest on Earth . . . our inner most secret feelings will/can create an environment that provides the safety needed in order to stand boldly in new truths and integrity.  Could this seed of information explain why those of us who work to maintain our connecting cord of light stumble but not fall?  One of the many ways of God which amuses me is HIS ability to make certain that those with ears and eyes receive the messages and signs needed in order to grow.

 

As I continue allowing the rebirth of myself, the author of the Newly Released (Christian) Fantasy Novel The Tapestry Chronicles, my firm knowledge on the dealings of entertainers whom help our fantasies spin round has been lessen of date.  Time for such luxury as the completion of all items on my To Do list is currently stretched but when God wants one to receive a message . . . well, whether in a desert, a village or living in Cincinnati, Ohio . . . the WORD will be delivered.  This has been the case for me this week as I’m finally spending less time in the ‘field’ helping others and more time in the ‘office’ helping myself.  I’m constantly hearing two words looping in my mind: water and sound.  Could the message be for me to remember that although I am to spend my existence freeing my soul this can not be accomplished without taking care of my temple?  Is God attempting to remind me that my chamber is made of mostly water- same as that of the oceans?  Or maybe the angels are relaying a reminder that musical sound is only an extension of the beating tone within?

 

Research has allowed such writers as Sol Luckman to properly explain the knowledge we need to unlock innate wisdom regarding the effects of water and sound on our miniature divine trinity.  And the effects of sound on our emotional health have already been established by our gullible scientific forefathers and foremothers.  Before we were concerned with what went down the rabbit’s hole we were asking What the Bleep?  I don’t know about you but truly I believe that with all this we still have not gained proper handling over these divine powers.  Not a day goes by when I don’t hear a tone in flowery words coming from a place of fear or that I pass someone on the streets who  flat-out present themselves as carriers of pain . . . and I understand that we are in the domain of Satan. 

 

Although God has promise to take care of fools and children, why are we blocked in such a manner that music is about sexual prowlers and financial slaves; not to mention the fact that we are creating choppy waves within with verbal assaults on each other?  What will it take to get enough people to assimilate the compassion needed to properly channel the gifts that come from true words of love as choruses which elevate and motivate?  Funny, I state this with the self knowledge that I’m in need of a vocabulary detox after recently returning to my private hermit’s shed.  Maybe that’s why the angels are constantly repeating in my ears the words water and sound.

 

Archangel Raphael, please, spread your green healing energies on me and my brethren on this domain known as Earth.       

 

 

Take Eddie Murphy for Instance.

Although Change and Evolution are first cousins they are not of the same nucleus unit.  Whereas Change is a constant circle of birth, death and rebirth; Evolution is a forward-moving linear line.  Eyes washed by divine blood easily determine that a lifetime is to change as a soul-existence is to evolution.  There is much truth in the old wives tale which states: Show me a boy at 20 and I’ll show you a man at 70.  We don’t alter we expand.

 

It was just after meditation when I heard it . . . Eddie Murphy and Tracey Edmonds are filing for divorce.  Living by the Sound Words; I will speak neither of the divorce itself nor of the fact that Mrs. Edmonds was formerly married to a top musician/producer; instead I bring spotlight to the fact that after all these years Mr. Murphy’s decision making process hasn’t appeared to have evolved.  When the world was first introduced to the beautiful comedian with a golden smile and heartwarming laugh excitement was in the air.  With determination and development Mr. Murphy grew to command large audiences for his well received stand-up performances no matter his subject matter- speaking of his coming of age adventures with such tantalizing control that his listeners became paralyzed by laughter.

 

It was no secret fore we all knew that he had a wondering eye and an undying appetite for the flesh of women.  This is what placed him in a position where he manifested circumstances where he was best not seen granting the all important opportunity for serious life reflection and growth.  This was Mr. Murphy’s golden moment when everything that is us while on this Earth is deep in the moonlight and the shadows which block our change is truly seen in the brightest light.  I for one would think that this would be the case and after a stream of family movies I thought that it was.  The hopeless romantic am I.

 

Once the struggle was over and the gratitude of finally returning to Hollywood’s A-list released its last drop, Mr. Murphy reminded himself of who he truly is— a man that’s hungrier for the flesh than for the spirit.  A truth state that it is not during hard times that a man’s true character is displays but during times of harvest and as the tickets were sold and checks cashed slowly the Test of Will was upon him and he failed.  First there was the divorce from his wife, destroying an environment in which he could continue learning to trust and love then he was involved with Scary Spice and that created a life that he denied until the parental test proved otherwise.  Two major steps back toward the freedom to chase the flesh.

 

I believe that somewhere deep down Mr. Murphy understood this and in a classic performance of why only God can cleanse the hearts of men he decided to ‘hook-up’ with Mrs. Edmonds.  Without a true repentance he had no choice but to return to the darkness of desiring something that he can never obtain and since she still had healing to do (she said yes to his mess at some point before the ‘I do’) it was only a matter of time before this union was going to falter. Without the Hand of God he will always be what he’s always been a flesh chaser.

 

Maybe now that Mr. Murphy has gone through public prying of his life, situations that I know he would prefer to remain in the dark, multiple marriages, children born out of wedlock and even the kids that were conceived as the Word states are now without a father in the home.  Mr. Murphy has gone through cycles of change and still he has yet to evolve. 

 

But there is still tomorrow; especially if Jesus doesn’t drop by.  I hold hope in my heart that after this divorce Mr. Murphy will sit down with God and discover how to deal with his taste for the illusion thereby limiting the string of consequences to come with his innate weakness.

 

Archangel Daniel, please heal the heart of those who desire the touch of the flesh over the sight of the divine never to understand HIS meaning of a mate.

Slavery, New Jersey, Mr. Merkt and Me

Amaziah of biblical Jerusalem displayed that one’s heart can not be in two places, among other responsibilities.  No need for medical degree . . . if one disturbs the self-healing process then affirmed delays and scars will appear.  Although it is in our survivalist nature to crave absolute elimination of consequences born of dark heart, the regeneration needed to manifest an avenue of growth beyond self-imposed limitations can not be discovered until amends have been made.  Man the Individual must verbally apologize for acts of darkness committed seeking mercy and forgiveness from the One True God; innate concerns about the reaction from Man the Whole must be released.  Abandoning childlike excuses and mental side-stepping is the only way for evolution.

 

The effects of slavery are still felt by the American even if the white portion believes that “things have gotten better” for their black counterpart.  The generation in the process of coming to the earth today understands that this is something which they still must deal with.  Yes this is an issue that energetically remains! Yet the number of states that have officially given an apology can be expressed with the aid of one hand- congrats to New Jersey for being added. Argument lies not with the need to put in words the acknowledgement of ills committed but instead with the roots of the problem which continue to hang on today.   

 

Hearing words such as those of Republican Assemblyman, Richard Merkt, doesn’t help when an apology for the state’s action is given.  Mr. Merkt believes that with the death of men during the civil war the sin of slavery has been atoned but this thought places him in a position that I’m certain that he wasn’t intending to take up . . . the lives lost during the civil war in comparison to the lives lost from the shores of African to the farmlands of America displays his lack of compassion and true leadership.  It doesn’t take scientific study to know that blacks are still dealing with the effects of bondage especially if one looks beyond surface racial interactions.

 

I wonder what would happen if we as Americans decided to look at the reality of the situation and accept the fact that slavery is an energetic vibration that must be released in order to stand naked before God- especially with 2012 only 4 years away.  Think of the forward movement which we would then encounter . . . Solomon, son of David, demonstrating what could come from accepting the nature of our sins as they truly are. 

 

The need filled by deaths, hardships and lost of self that blacks (African Americans) endured is still to be shared, dissected and reconciled with/by all since our country has lived with the institution longer than without.  I’m certain that when the truth finally comes to light and fulfillment of the agreed upon lessons is ours hesitation for talking about American slavery will be as historical as today’s Egyptians speaking of the slavery which built the great pyramids.

 

Until then I stand in the truth of what it’s like to witness and experience being black and American holding neither personal violation in my mind nor resentment in my heart . . . but I’ve had to deal with the acts of little white minds since I was old enough to be a threat.

 

King David, please give us the strength needed to admit our earthly trespasses so that the consequences can be dealt with and advancement obtained.    

Not Year in Review . . . But Year in Preview

There has yet to rise momentous converses declaring 2008 as just another year.  Therefore, is it startling to receive confirmations that for many things are already off to an enchanting start?  After much assimilation of the pedagogy for empowered co-creation— even if motivations were born of our true primeval vibrations— we are ready to reap that which we mentally sowed in regards to making this year the year of rebirth of renaissance.  We’re bringing back . . . well; we’re bringing something back- the name of ‘it’ just hasn’t been concurred yet. 

 

The one event that has had me standing in waiting for today is the New Years Eve performance by the true re-inventor Ms. Mariah.  I sat in awe as she strutted across the stage during the first televised American performance of the year.  Her outfit prompted the gentleman who I watched the entire show with to verbalize his amazement at the black outfit she wore and how much times have changed.  My sentiments exactly! When we include the ‘old wives tale’ which states that which we are consumed with as baby New Year strolls in and take his position at the throne will be the foundational signpost for our individual year . . . I’m feeling good.   

 

Friends and associates are all telling me their impending feeling that change is here and, according to my mother, now that the New Year is here it’s going to be swift.  Disregard the fact that she still has guidance to bestow upon me- she’s right.  Already we’ve witness a political election in Iowa which has many asking has America become colorblind; it’s obvious by the question that we are already being forced to discuss issues that once were considered idiocy. 

 

We’re at that point where the final sprinkles of dirt are being tossed on 2007 and some interesting news facts are coming out; subprime as the word of the year and Brittney Spears is dating one of the opposite side of the track . . . at least the last I heard.  New species discovered this year total 2,005 with special mentioning for the Black Sickle Doe [sic] a bird that transforms and dances- literally bouncing on trees and showing glory.  Lynne Spears and her Christian publisher realized that you can’t fool all of the people all of the time along with the truth that what’s done in the night comes to the light so her book on parenting is placed on hold due to her Nickelodeon star daughter getting pregnant. Famed author of Conversations with God has released a new book that opens with a warning due to the threatening nature of its contents.  We’re being pushed.

 

We are no longer on the cusp of new thinking but smack at the beginning- the numerological associations with this year states so.

 

Angelic prince Zasriel of Divine Presence; please come forward bearing gifts for man as only you can.