Doctors are amongst the sickest people in the world. I type this morning realizing I am experiencing extreme angst, something so unhealthy that my soul is unsettled.
I have her perfume: it's called Poison. Who would name a perfume Poison? I forget it is there. This morning I spotted the blood red jar and lifted the lid. I drew the bottle under my nostrils and inhaled. There she was: my sister's signature scent brought me to her. I dreamt about her recently. We embraced for a very long time as I wept. The holding, the pulling her close, was for me. I wasn't trying to help or heal her, I just held her and she hugged me tenderly too. I needed that.
I know people are still doing it, getting injected while they face myriad, strange, and incurable illnesses. What was that thriller movie called, the one where the psychopathic killer came at his victim, knife raised, while they were showering? Ya, that is how I see what is happening. Psychopathic poison pushers stand poised and ready to inject, while unbeknownst to the patients, they await their death stabbing.
In my late twenties, I had an ear infection. I was on antibiotics, and the more of them I took, the worse I felt, but I thought they were supposed to make me feel better. Under this uneducated belief, I took a middle of the night dose hoping to be cured of the lousy feeling that was taking over my entire body. In the morning, when I flicked on the bathroom light and saw my face and neck, I was shocked to see welts. Not knowing what caused the raised, red, angry looking welts, my former husband and I went off to emergency to discover, I had broken out in hives as a reaction to something in the antibiotics. Lesson learned.
Some people learn from other people's mistakes, some people learn from their own, and some people never learn. I wonder, if the majority of people fall heavily into the, some people never learn category. To be forewarned is to be forearmed: alas, individuals have lost their senses, meaning they are not only not reading the room, they are not reading the signs of the times.
In common parlance, instincts, a sixth sense, trusting your gut, following intuition, means there is an inner knowing of danger, or of what is to come. When you and I know there is danger, it behooves us to fight it if it is in our face, or to move quickly away for self-preservation. It appears to me that this switch of knowing has been permanently flicked to off - instead of second guessing strangers and the dangers they bring with them, people trust as though their lives depend upon it. My God in heaven, people trust other people, as though their lives depend upon them, to keep them from harm, and to preserve them too.
Christians speak of discernment. It is the gift of God's voice, the sweetest steering and clearing voice one can ever silently hear. If only ... If only people cocked one ear heavenward and shut their big as a bass mouths, and listened to HIM ... if only.
Periodically I watch television with my mother and son. Drugs with all their side-effect warnings are commercialized, one after the next, getting so much air time that one would have to be an utter idiot not to notice that the very drugs being pushed, are poisonous too, and while the suggestion is that they may cure one problem, they cause so many more that to take them, is to put one's life in jeopardy. Some of the ads have gorgeous people doing fun and fabulous things ... the unspoken proposition, is: If you suffer from this or that condition, you need a certain drug in order to continue your active and delightful lifestyle. That is what the public bought: the lie that life will be long, that they will prosper, and they will not have to think about their health, if only ... if they just ... take this, and accept that, and Do as I say, and all will be well with you.
God did this first, dear reader. He effectively said, Do this, and Don't do that, and all will be well with you. The Israelites didn't listen to him, preferring to pick their poisons as suggested by the devil, and to hell with the side-effects, the co-lateral damage, the carnage, illness and death of the soul, it would cause. To this point, we have causation: sinning causes soul sickness; trusting wicked wacko strangers with your health and wellness causes body ailments that rot and kill wholesome God made tissue. That is what we are taking about, dear one. Peace with God is life, and peace with the world is a selling of the soul. Disobedience to his commandments is the equivalent of backing up into the dagger that is poised to enter into your back, or running toward the blade aimed at your heart .... or going to a pharmacy or to your doctor for your next, in-the-arm-injection.
Thus saith the LORD; Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm, and whose heart departeth from the LORD. For he shall be like the heath in the desert, and shall not see when good cometh; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land and not inhabited. Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit (Jeremiah 17:5-8)
I see people as the walking dead when they do not know Jesus as their Saviour. It is as plain as day to me because I am one of his creatures, not just because he formed and shaped me, but because I not only hear his voice, I listen for it, attune my ears and long to hear, and I have the gift to discern the times. While the sun is shining, there is darkness in humanity as they rush early to their graves. How horrifying it is, to witness this strange en masse agreement to assisted self-murder.
It is father's day, and I can only think of one Good Father, that ought to be spoken of frequently and with reverence. He is the Good Shepherd, provider for the flock, and he wants none to be lost, wandering, bruised and bleeding. It pains me greatly to hear and see the suffering, knowing there is an answer that is not even considered in these desperate days of drugs and botox, vaping, fornicating and drinking. Godlessness has turned people and their poison pushers into sickos, and today my angst is tangible with this knowing.
I end with this suggestion. Do not forfeit your life, dear reader, for emptiness, for hollow and shallow promises of pleasure that are fleeting and injurious to your being. To live, is Christ, and nothing else with suffice ... If only I could inject this truth into all that I meet, into all that read these words; if only.