Not Currently Dead

If you have never been dead before, then you just don't know what dead is like. As a formerly not dead person, and a currently not dead person, I haven't a clue what to look forward to, or dread, when my shell has taken its last life beating, and drops dead, without my permission, leaving my spirit homeless. 

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  Homeless, does my spirit wander, visiting the last place I was housed in my body?

• Homeless, does my soul long for what was, the Egypt where there was garlic and fish, sex, and rock and roll?

• Homeless, do I visit my dead relatives, gently tap some on the shoulder, and knock-out punch others, in the jaw?

• Homeless, do I have a temper tantrum, because I can recall how my favourite food smells and tastes, but dang it, my see through ghostly hands, cannot grasp; my nose, lips, and tongue cannot hold scent or substance, and I am mad mad mad about it?! 

• Homeless, do I wish I had done things differently, worked more, worked less, said I am sorry or perhaps, really laid into that bastard at work, that was always talk talk talking, never doing a damn thing, and then taking credit behind my back, for my project ideas? 

I have never been dead, so I have not a clue, but I have heard all dogs and people go to heaven, where ever that is? Heaven is supposed to be a really nice place from the sounds of it, and there are some that say, If you are suffering here in your body, or even in your mind, you will go to a better place when you die. So... if I choose to dismantle and separate this body and the spirit thingy that lives within, I am going to RIP and have joy joy joy, down in my heart, is that how it is going to be? I don't know, it sounds like hooey, and nonsensical. I am the type that kinda believes this is it, dirt to dirt, ya know? The body croaks, and starts to rot in minutes flat, and then get stinky: we are worm meat in no time! 

I know MAID is an option. A MAID can come to my home and fill me up with stuff that slows me down, immobilizing my body, so I cannot panic and actually move, and then the lethal dose does the trick! After that, I will be off in the never-never-lands of restless wandering souls, or maybe I will end up in fields filled with forget-me-nots, where deer and lion frolic and play together! Seems pretty final to me, and it is nice to have choices when it comes to death. MAID may be neater and cleaner than suffering and dying, and death sounds like a pleasant experience, at least, that is how I am hearing it these days. 

I am not currently dead, and neither is anyone I currently know. I guess the people that talk about after-death, and what it will be like, probably did more reading about it then me, and know some people that have died and came back to tell them about it. I have seen videos about this very thing on youtube. Who am I, to tell other people they are wrong, or don't know? I think that questioning their beliefs borders on being judgmental, and since I don't want to be judged for what I think, I refuse to do that sort of thing to anyone else. Their truth is their truth, ya know? 

I have seen that there is a chance that life continues somehow when we don't have our bodies. People wish other people Happy Heavenly Birthday, and dogs cross over a rainbow bridge to get to heaven! Can you imagine the tail wagging, when pups are finally reunited with their human parents, after their parents become the dearly departed too? 

I suppose the sentimental and romantic side of me may take over as I age. I really want to see things as they are, and perhaps, the softer sweeter part of me will take over in my spirit thingy, and I can start to believe. how delightful life will be, once I am, well, ya know, dead. 

If you have never been dead, then you may be just like me - I try not to think about it too too much, because why bother? So many people are croaking all around me lately, so I have given it a little more thought then usual, but I am not going to let the idea of dying, or what possibly happens to me afterward, get in my way of living. I want to have fun, eat, drink, and have a good time, because as the song lyrics go, I'm here for a good time, not a long time, so have a good time, the sun don't shine everyday! 

O, one more thing: I kind of like the idea that I am energy and will reabsorb and get recycled by the universe. Now that makes sense, and I am kinda leaning toward being okay with this, if it actually is what happens. I mean, I see how seeds grow into plants, then they seem to die, and then voila, next season, they reappear in the same place, as the same plants! I like this very much, so I am not too concerned about coming back and being me again. This may be the happy note I needed to hit, in order to close out this little convo with you. 

Ciao for now, see you on the flip side, or not? Who really knows... 

Behaviour Never Lies

Behaviour, unlike words, can always be trusted, because behaviour belies inner workings. What we think, followed by what we say and then do, gives insight to others, about who we are. 

If you are a liar, then what ushers forth from your mouth, has come directly from your heart. Liars deceive, trick, pretend, feign, disguise, dismiss: liars make concessions for themselves, and the people that want to believe them, have a tendency toward conjecture. What I mean is this: if I like someone but suspect they are a liar, I may go easy on them, give them some "grace", and rather then trusting my discernment and disbelieving them, I will lean toward leniency, and make up excuses for what they are saying and doing. The opposite can also be true: if I know someone is a liar, I can have a strong bias of distrust every time they open their mouth and speak, and I have to work really hard to ensure that I listen to what they are saying, because even liars, periodically, and sometimes often, speak the truth.  

But it is behaviour that we are focusing on here, dear one, and just like a liar can speak just enough truth to trick a listener, a truthful person can periodically lie to themselves and to others, since we all have a tendency to see and be blind, hear and not really listen, think one thing and slip slide toward another. It is human nature to be confused from time to time, but over an extended period of time, you and I can be known, for the character traits we display, the words we speak, and the actions we take. 

I see all the fraudsters being decimated on social media. All the actors and actresses that have made their money from trickery and deception, posing with their dark side turned full-of-filler-face toward the camera, and they look and act like the demons that have been invited in, and have infiltrated their being. I think of the film Nefarious, and see how wicked and criminally insane these people have obviously become; but it isn't just the dulled super stars that are asylum like outbreak patients, it is the general population too. MAID comes to mind as I type... 

You and I can self-suicide without doing the dirty work, by booking an appointment in advance with a murder nurse, who with compromised soul and poison in hand, displays concern and compassion upon arrival. We can make arrangements, so our loved ones don't have to, for body removal and disposal, followed by a sweet celebration of life, where we are talked about and fondly remembered, by people snacking on sandwiches and sipping coffee or a cold beverage, depending on their mood. It makes me think of 1-800-Got Junk trucks - Hello! We have come to pick-up the remains and dispose of them. Where's the body?

I beat the same drum often in my attempts to break thought barriers and resistant to sound reason sentiments. We are living dark days, and people like Donald Trump, are the perfect example of a wicked person being hero worshipped, to the point of madness on the part of the worshipper. What we see, is the cognitive and physical decline of people like Donald, that have privately and publicly behaved very badly, and I am being o so soft in how I am presenting this, because I need not describe all that he has done, to let all those that are watching and listening know, that he is guilty beyond excuses and beyond concessions and conjectures. 

Think with me about making excuses to God for our behaviour? How will that work out? Now why in God's name do we think we can make excuses for anyone? What makes us think it okay, to see and hear wickedness, and then pretend, the person didn't mean that, or their intentions are good, or they are having a bad day? Come on now, you are an adult reading this, and you know you can't get off the hook for some of the things you have said and done: why not come clean, decide to be honest with self and others, and let your behaviour be judged based on who you are in relation to the human beings you interact with? And why not, let repercussions for badly behaved people, be the price they pay, without exception, for the cumulative evil they have indulged for all of their lives? 

God does not tolerate evil, and neither should we. God forgives when we repent, and it is, I am sorry, please forgive me, that gets us closer to the ideal of being a decent human being, along with changing our behaviour to match the budding new and honest you. When someone like Donald, or any of the other obvious seed of Satan, refuse to give God honour and obey his commands, we must be honest, and trust that the behaviour they are displaying, actually belies their inner workings, and that what we see, is who they are. 

Proverbs 12:22

Lying lips are abomination to the LORD; but they that deal truly are his delight. 

1 John 3:18

My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth.

Righteousness & Peace

Today I settle some rattling thoughts, while grasping the enormous malfunctioning of humans that are godless. I am currently studying via Matthew Henry's Commentary on The Bible, the book of Hebrews. 

This morning, it struck me as strange to see the word Salem in scripture, and to learn what Salem means, in context. The only Salem I know of, is the one that is Satan soaked, the witchy city known for all things unholy, ungodly, and wicked, in Massachusetts, USA. Some of the residents of Salem deny being Satan worshippers, but this is a peculiar assertion, considering their obvious commitment to the dark arts, and their infamous reputation as year round celebrants of all things witchy. The witch hunt of yesteryear, 1692-1693, makes me wonder... what exactly did the Puritans see in those accused of witchcraft? Surely, religious zealots can be murderous and malicious, without an ounce of discernment and minus credible reasoning in their accusations, and yet, there is evidence that a seed of evil took root, and grew in Salem Massachusetts, where witches freely, proudly, strut the streets, without an ounce of fear of repercussions, for engaging with hauntings, ghosts, and the glorifying of death. 

Hebrews 7:1-2

For this Melchisedec, king of Salem, priest of the most high God, who met Abraham returning from the slaughter of the kings, and blessed him; to whom also Abraham gave a tenth part of all; first being by interpretation King of righteousness, and after that also King of Salem, which is King of peace.

Melchisedec was honoured by Abraham, the father of the nations. When I read this, I see hierarchy, with a high priest in place of humanity. It is so odd, to think of all the daring appropriations and bastardizations, humans engage in. Satan worshippers call themselves priests and priestesses, and it is petty thievery turned to grand larceny liberty stolen, when Christ is denied, in favour of Lucifer as master, and slave runner of souls. 

I don't want to be clever, I want to be honest in this piece of writing. There can be no peace without righteousness. There can be no peace, without the Prince of Peace at the head, ruling and reigning over the mind, instructing the spirit, and directing a person's movements and activities. Jesus is the King of Righteousness, the King of Salem, which is, King of peace. 

Can you see it too, dear one? Can you see how displaced society has become, how entrenched and engrossed in peace-less-ness? I see diseased thinking causing mind rot: I see gangrenous souls with integrity, truth, honesty, discernment, and wisdom, being the character parts nibbled away and replaced with maladaptive and frightful imaginings, and engagements with demonic spirits. Righteousness is not considered: delusions, mixed with self-aggrandizement, have witchy people thinking that they can command attention, and wield power, and it bothers them not a whit, to draw from the Devil, to give them a sense - albeit a false sense - of self-governance. They are bit actors in plays they have self-scripted, or are they?

Enmity with God is as ancient as Cain. Cain was the first recorded in The Bible murderer, and it is death, that draws the masses, that do not live to glorify God. Death culture is a glorifying of expiring ... being no more, having one's life snuffed out. My father used to say, Born to die: true, and yet, it is what you and I do with the one life we are given, that matters to God, the Author of life. 

• You are not a reincarnation of yourself
• You cannot regress to a past life
• You will not die and come back, with karma dogging you or blessing you
• You cannot bless what is wicked in the eyes of God
• You did not pick your parents, your birth date, and most certainly, you will not pick your death date, even if you decide on suicide - God permits or denies on all fronts
• You can choose to worship Satan, and while you do so, you know that you are denying God as your Sovereign
• You can choose to trick yourself and try to trick others, but God cannot be tricked, or treated, for favours
• You may be talking to spirits, but know for sure, it isn't your long gone, or recently dearly departed, favourite auntie May, uncle George, cousin Vinnie, brother Joe, sister Louisa, best friend Annie, father John, or mother Mary... they dead, all of them, and cannot reach into the physical realm to touch you or talk to you. You are communicating with demons.
• Cardinals are birds, not harbingers from your dead loved ones
• Butter and dragon flies are pretty, but they are not, and never will be, messengers, embodied by your deceased husband, wife, sister, brother, grandmother
• You will not see your dead relatives in heaven, if they were not Christians before they died
• Praying to nature, the sun, the moon, the stars, the universe, humans that have died, will not bring you rewards 
• You cannot know the future, or have it read to you from cards, or from your palms, or from chicken bones being dropped in a pile in front of you
• You cannot pray your dead relatives into heaven, or out of hell; it's too late
• You, dear one, cannot serve two masters, mixing and mingling what you like from the Word of God, with the waywardness of dastardly darkness

There is no peace without righteousness. You cannot have one without the other, and the order makes total sense, that if we live righteously, or rightly, honestly, with integrity, based on godly principles, that peace can be ours. Jesus is the King of Righteousness, the King of Salem/Peace, and it is devastatingly sad, to see how far humans have travelled from glorifying God, toward embracing Lucifer and his lies, that lead to destruction and eternal death. 

While the masses embrace death and delight in darkness, they damn their souls. My hope and prayer is that as the days literally get darker with autumn fully on display, and with the clock of earthly existence winding down, that the veil, or mask, or cataracts that spiritually blind, are removed, so that the brightness of Christ blinds to give sight, to those that have yet to see the Righteous King, The King of Peace.  

I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star (Revelation 22:16). 

The Bible Reveals, what wicked men, try to conceal. 

Wound Collector

Recently I heard a descriptor for people that are offended often and easily; the man I was listening to, called them wound collectors. 

I have two questions for you: 

1. Do you have one of these people in your life?

2. Are you one of these people, a wound collector?

I take a liberty here by taking the concept of wound collecting, and describing three different types of people and their inner workings, as we navigate this topic together. 

Quick recovery 

When this person has been insulted, they feel the sting, but it does not penetrate the skin, and while they may feel slightly injured, there aren't long lasting feelings of anger, resentment, or a desire to replay and repeat the scenario in their heads, or out loud as a form of venting. They do not want to seek revenge, nor are they inclined toward vengeful mental meandering. Think duck, with insults rolling like droplets of water, right off the back. 

Indignant & Incensed Processor

When this person has been insulted, they react strongly and instantly, and may lash out, or feel like retaliating, to return the favour of having been wounded. Given time, and wise council, or even someone trustworthy to hear them express their irritation, upset, hurt, and any other emotion that goes along with feeling attacked, they will more than likely be defused, by sorting out what got them red hot mad. This person will attempt to make sense of the situation that agitated, but they do not re-feel the experience when replaying what occurred. Over the next couple of weeks, or even days, depending on the event that ignited their fury, they will continue to process until they feel satisfied with a sense of resolution, and after a cooling down period, they can recall what upset them, but the feverish feelings have faded, and they are disinclined to retell or relive the story. Think sponge, that absorbs, but can be wrung out to dry. 

Wound Collector

When this person perceives a slight, which can be a frequent occurrence for such a one, they have a tendency to memorize whole conversations, often displaying the talent of verbatim reiteration. The wound collector can he said she said until all the cows come home to roost (sometimes I mix me metaphors, just to see if you are paying attention), and it disturbs them to no end, when they share how offended they were by what so and so did to them. They believe in malice and that people are out to get them, and that bad intentions are hidden in the hearts of family, friends, neighbours, colleagues. Everyone is a potential enemy, and it is with passionate fervour, that they retell their injury stories, over and over again, even if their listening audience has heard these tales before, and perhaps, have heard them repeated for decades! This kind of person is forever collecting wounds that cut them to the quick, and they reopen the soul gashes, via actively reliving the scenarios in which they were affronted. Rumination and perseveration, have them obsessing over perceived insults that may, or may not, have been intentionally inflicted. It is a rather difficult feat, to maintain intimate relationship with the wound collector, because one might at any given moment, say, or do, precisely the right thing, to set them off, and turn you into a monster in their mind. Think walking wounded, with festering lacerations, salted with words so that the opening never heals. You may be featured in the wound collectors stories, so beware of their tendency to backbite. 

Now after reading what you have just read or perhaps during, did you see yourself in any of the descriptions? or perhaps, did you recognize some people in your life that you think fit into one, or two, of the categories?

I am inclined to being an indignant and incensed processor that picks up a quick recovery kind of feeling as time passes; as unpleasant incidents take their place in the past. I do not hold grudges or wish anyone ill, and details fade, so that I sometimes do not at all recall, exchanges with others that caused me angst, heartache, sorrow, sadness, anger, irritation, and the like. More often then not, I get agitated with my own attitudes and behaviours that need some correcting, but I do not think too long or hard, on the missteps of others, and wouldn't it be grand, if they too, held lightly, any affronts they experienced while relating to me? 

And perhaps, dear one, that is my driving point in sharing with you. It is a sweet gift from me to you, or you to me, if we have crossed over a pain threshold, and offer each other forgiveness when wounded. We have all suffered slights, insults, and soulful injuries, and we have all inflicted pain too: no one is innocent, in fact, look at children interacting with one another - sometimes they bite, swat, punch, trip, trick one another, just for the thrill of getting a reaction, or retaliating when they deem it necessary to settle a score. When children mature after being taught empathy, they know to be conscientious about their impact, and to hopefully, forgive, because they have been forgiven. 

I will end our time together with the heart of God instructions, found in Ephesians: 

Ephesians 4:31-31

Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: and be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.

Hubris - Dumpy Trumpy

I nicknamed Donald Trump, Dumpy Trumpy, quite a while ago, without knowing that he is allegedly, incapable of controlling the evacuation of his bowels, and that he wears diapers. 

Donald runs off at the mouth - verbal diarrhoea - and it is not surprising that with his massive ego, we see that he must flex his mandible muscles constantly, in order to distract from his detractors. Donald talks a massive game of greatness, and it is far too common, for common folk, to admire giant loud mouths that brag about their accomplishments and finances: isn't it so, that the boys with the biggest toys, believe they are the winners in the game of life, and everyone else, is just a loser? Losssser... Can you hear Dumpy Trumpy saying this word while dragging it out to emphasize his condescending and demeaning view, of anyone that hasn't amassed a fortune? I recall hearing him calling many people names, including loser, because that is what self-absorbed people do, when they are challenged, or when someone disagrees with them - they toss out insults as though they are hand grenades, with the intention of annihilating opposers that point out their lying, cheating, immoral, and despicable ways. 

Incontinence is a terrible condition to live with, so are STD's, and excessive attachments to alcohol and any type of drug. There are heavy tolls to pay when a person inclines themselves toward self-injury, by physically abusing and overusing their own body. If it is indeed true, that Dumpy Trumpy has to wear diapers, then the question follows, How come? What happened to his ability to restrain release of his bowel contents, forcing him to resort to nappies? 

I do not think it funny at all if Donnie has an issue as described by so many on the internet, and yet, it is apropos on so many levels, that this deranged person, that does not filter, or think before he speaks, this megalomaniac that threatens and accuses and is infamously litigious, is physically in a very humbling state of lack of control over his bodily functions. 

And upon a set day Herod, arrayed in royal apparel, sat upon his throne, and made an oration unto them. And the people gave a shout, saying, It is the voice of a god, and not of a man. And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost (Acts 12:21-23). 

Don just cannot see himself through the lens of humility, and yet, he is being publicly humiliated on a daily basis. There isn't an ounce of innocence in him, and vainglory is his very best companion and friend. His hubris is killing him, not softly, not subtly, but openly, and honestly. 

The MAGA man has said too much, and he has fouled himself, too many times, and in too many ways to count. 

Hubris will be his demise, but not before he is laughed off of the stage, by those that can no longer stand his vile stench. Herod took the praise offered him by adoring pea-ons that wanted the favour of a mean spirited man, and since he could not resist the compliment of being compared to a god, and did not correct the people, and because he rather liked thinking of himself similarly, an angel of the Lord smote Herod for denying the God of glory the praise he is due, and his innards were eaten by worms, and he gave up the ghost... Herod rotted from the inside out, nibbled to death by consuming, wiggling worms. 

Donald may very well, be suffering the very same fate, as his predecessor, Herod, right before our very eyes.  

Who, pray tell, is your king?

Philippians 2:1-11

If there be therefore any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any bowels and mercies, fulfill ye my joy, that ye be likeminded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind. Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves. 

Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others. Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: but made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men; and being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. 

Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Doctored Constantly - Medical Intrusion

We know them, and what they have done, in fact, they have been outed, as the saying goes, not by detectives and police that charge them with heinous crimes, but by their master that insists, they tell on themselves. Satan demands his hirelings tell the world, what his murderous plans are, and the weaklings must do his bidding, because they rely on his favours to line their pockets, and provide the prestige that accompanies their criminality. 

The likes of Bill Gates and Fauci have had their day, or many days, in public court. I grimace, as I think about the nonsense - injured and grieving people want someone to hold the likes of these two to some kind of accounting, a form of justice, for the role they played in rolling out the blood red carpet that so many walked, before taking their turn, or many turns as it were, in a seat, to receive what was referred to as their shots. Notice the ownership placed on the naive participant, as responsibility is passed from culprit to would be victim - this is despicably manipulative. 

As a child, and into adulthood, I was injected many times, and I am sad to say, my son when young, was injected too, before I knew what was really in the vile vials. When we don't know any better, or have been lied to perpetually without anyone standing up and shouting, Hey, wait a minute, what is in there?, or when it has taken some time for us to get our hands on the facts, we are misled and innocent in some respects, but when we know better, we do better, or at least, that is how the saying goes, and that is the hope within the statement. 

Wrapping the mind around what has occurred feels strenuous and emotionally draining. The media had Fauci in what was feigned as the hot seat, and Gates is known worldwide as a man on a de-population mission, and yet, these fellas roam freely. With all the shenanigans and pretend trials, I haven't seen or heard of any arrests? Fauci wasn't shackled and sent to the penitentiary for his crimes against humanity, and that, dear one, is because he was a pretend defender of his own crimes. We all heard him ad nauseam during the covid craze, and Gates has full on shamelessly shared his plans to remove a chunk of humanity from off the earth, and yet, there just doesn't seem to be a soul willing to grab them and put them in cuffs, followed by sentencing, with the death penalty attached for each one. 

We have come to a point in our lifetime, that is marked by utter corruption, with colluders that rub their hands together, anticipating the gleeful rush they will delight in, by duping their fellow man, into doing and saying things that are contrary and confusing. Think with me, how very strange it is, to be told to wear a mask, when oxygen is a vital life force we must inhale in order to survive. Think with me, how odd, to be told to keep apart, no hugs, no affection, no human contact, when we know, that relationship is the reason we exist at all. Let us look together, at being doctored constantly, to the point of being a regular on a physician's calendar... if only people would make as many appointments with their fitness partners, walking partners, nutritionists, coaches and trainers. If only...

One of the reasons Bill and Anthony haven't been arrested, is a general feeling of despair, mingled with self-recrimination: a second reason would be, that the players that pretend to accuse them, are part of the second act of this sick and macabre play. Fauci and Gates did not inject you, your aunt Sally, or the little kid next door - your doctor injected you, or perhaps one of the nurses that works in his office, pushed the plunger, and these are the people that you trusted with your health. Maybe your pharmacist did the deed, the very person that fills medical prescriptions, that have in the past, helped you feel better (or notI I learned in a sick way, that reactions to antibiotics can be severe, and take time to recover from); all this to say, that you may feel as though you and the drug pusher, had an agreement. A medical intrusion agreement sounds like: This is what I think will make you feel better, or protect you from some deadly invisible disease, but listen, there may very well be side effects, up to and including death... and then what? 

And then what? People go along with the plan. 

And then what? People are dying in the streets, in parks, on beaches, and on roadways; they are dropping dead without warning and without previous health issues to speak of, and they are leaving this earth without ever asking God's pardon, for refusing his healing, his wisdom, his love; the balm for soul gashes, cuts, and wounds. 

Fauci and Gates can be seen as two out of many maniacs that promoted and pushed poison, and dear one, perhaps you too, were a pusher? Did you wear a mask, keep your distance, get injected repeatedly, and insist that the people in your life do the same, or you would excommunicate them? I ask again: 

And then what? You get to choose, dear one. You get to have a heart to heart with your Maker and ask him to redeem what has been lost, or stolen, or injured. You get to go to the Great Physician and confess, I am responsible for being irresponsible in so many areas of my life. You get to come clean, and be honest, about the role you played, in getting yourself into trouble that causes turmoil and unrest. You get to reconcile with the One that knows you, heal your heart and mind, and perhaps even your body with his care, and maybe, you will find the strength to admit you were wrong, dead wrong, about the embracing of all things carnal, including covid, and how you treated those that loved you, before the world went wonky and tipped permanently, to a point of vertigo like imbalance. 

While there is breath, there is hope of reconciliation. Relationship is all that matters in any lifetime, and you can take steps to reconcile first with God and self, and next, with others. It isn't too late today, but dear one, tomorrow isn't promised, so waste no time. 

God awaits you. 

Post Script One: The Alison inquiry was necessary on so many levels, however, there is a missing piece that ought to be put in place. It would give me great satisfaction to witness law enforcement actually doing their jobs, along with judges, by arresting and charging Justin Trudeau and all his co-minions, for all the foul and wicked activities they engaged in as co-conspirators, and slaves of Satan before, during, and after the covid craze. 

Post Script Two: God is long suffering and he sees all. He has permitted what we are experiencing. He gives the wicked and the naive and the somewhere in-between among us, time to repent. Those that publicly sinned, must publicly confess their sins with regret and remorse being evident. The apostle Paul is a perfect example as a man that was willing to be humble and fully acknowledge his own sins. Each human will be held to account for the life they lived, by the righteous Judge, Jesus Christ. 

Deceitfulness in Sin

Listen with me, to the discerning thoughts composed into statements, written for our benefit, by Matthew Henry. Here is an excerpt from his Commentary on The Bible, Acts to Revelation, Volume 6, page 727: 

[1.] There is a great deal of deceitfulness in sin; it appears fair, but is filthy; it appears pleasant, but is pernicious; it promises much, but performs nothing. [2.] The deceitfulness of sin is of a hardening nature to the soul; one sin allowed prepares for another; every act of sin confirms the habit; sinning against conscience is the way to sear the conscience; and therefore it should be the great concern of every one to exhort himself and others to beware of sin.

God was grieved forty years with them that had sinned, whose carcases fell in the wilderness (Hebrews 3:17). 

I don't know how old you are, but what ever your age, you are known by God, because he made you. You have a relationship with him, and perhaps you are adoring of your Maker, and conversely, perhaps you are reprehensibly rude to him. Some, not all, of the ancient Israelites, were heinously, egregiously, profoundly, and willfully disobedient, and while this was grievous to God and he suffered the ingrates for an extended period of time, there came a point in time, when he would suffer them no more. 

I think we are reliving history, yet again, dear one. I believe covid is the curse we brought upon ourselves, en masse, as sinners, with our cumulative decade after human debauchery decade, of wicked wantonness. God is suffering our sins no more at this point, and while he continues to be merciful in countless ways, we are experiencing a mutual comeuppance, and the evidence is mounting, how very wayward we have been, and how far from him, so many have travelled. 

Listen and hear again with me, the discerning words from Matthew Henry, pertaining to the apostle Paul's rhetorical query, and straightforward answer to his own question, in Hebrews 3:17:

But with whom was he grieved forty years? With those that sinned. And to whom did he swear? etc. (we will pick-up the verse starting with And at the end of our time together). Whence observe: 

(1.) God is grieved and provoked only with those of his people who sin against him, and continue to sin.

(2.) God is grieved and provoked most by sins publicly committed by the generality of a nation; when sin becomes epidemic, it is most provoking.

(3.) Though God grieves long, and bears long, when pressed with the weight of general and prevailing wickedness, yet he will at length ease himself of public offenders by public judgments.

(4.) Unbelief (with rebellion which is the consequent of it) is the great damning sin of the world, especially of those who have a revelation of the mind and will of God. This sin shuts up the heart of God, and shuts up the gate of heaven, against them; it lays them under the wrath and curse of God, and leaves them there; so that in truth and justice to himself he is obliged to cast them off for ever. 

Now we pick-up the promised verse starting with the word And, along with the proceeding verses, to give us a fuller picture, Hebrews 3:17-19:

But with whom was he grieved forty years? was it not with them that had sinned, whose carcasses fell in the wilderness? And to whom sware he that they should not enter into his rest, but to them that believed not? So we see that they could not enter in because of unbelief. 

(2.) God is grieved and provoked most by sins publicly committed by the generality of a nation; when sin becomes epidemic, it is most provoking.

Sin has become epidemic, and sin is publicly, shamelessly committed by the generality of not just one nation, but of all the nations, where believing in and living for, the will of God, is optional, and rather unappealing to the majority. Unbelief is the great damning sin that instigates rebellion, and this in turn, shuts up the heart of God, and dear one, shuts up the gate of heaven, against those that turn and twist, away from him. 

God is just, and he does, despite the desire of most to believe otherwise, cast off the insulant, forever. There is no room in heaven for an unbelieving, reprobate, that denies God's right to sovereign reign and rule, over his creation and creatures. The put on pandemic was prime time perfect. The people were ready to display their unbelief in God, in fact, there is an epidemic of unbelief in Jesus as Saviour and God as Almighty, and we are living the consequences of amassed sin...

God is easing himself of public offenders by public judgments.

If you have been in the dark and are now seeing glimmers of light, recognizing that the heavy hood that was thrown over head to blind you, must be removed, then I pray you comprehend in your very soul, that God if merciful toward those that have rebelled against him (and this, we have all done at one point or another), when they repent, and soulfully plead for forgiveness, knowing that Jesus Christ is the one that paid the price for their sins. 

An epidemic of sin, dear one, leads the masses astray, and you can break away from the pack, and walk toward the One, that with open arms, waits to embrace you, and welcome you home.