Pursued

I feel the love. First there were the letters and invitations in the mail. Next, instructions via email came right to my fingertips. There were the cell phone calls, intermingled with frequent door knockings, and cards with more instructions, left at my front door! This kind of persistence is rare and has me wondering, how very admired I must be, to get all of this attention, while I remain aloof, far off, distance, and disinclined to engage, or respond in kind, to this would be up close and personal wooer. 

The admiration club for me is big, I tell you. The touches have been frequent and by multiple pursuers. They have my email address, my home address, and my cell phone number; clearly, all personal information they bought or stole, or had handed to them for abuse, from the black market, since I do not recall inviting any of them, to contact me. I am one hot number, wanted by many, and while I turn my back on them, block the numbers they use to call, and rip up cards and envelopes for recycling, they continue with their not so subtle attempts, to see me in person, get a hold of me, and work to force a relationship. How very rude. My guess, is that they never learned, that no means no, means NO, over and over again. 

Perhaps you are censusing my point? If you are censusing my point, then you know of what I survey. Not long ago, the very same people were in hot pursuit to get certain poison products into my body, and back then, they didn't want to take no for an answer, and so they advertised, and accused, and insisted, and tried strong-arming, and and: the pressure was turned up, and the space and time and money invasion went from subtle incremental impositions, to monumental proportions. The slow drip-drip turned into the facet being turned full crank, with water dosing violently as a way to knock down any sunflowers that stood their stalky ground, objecting to being hosed, and refusing to bow their full sun faces to any would-be killers. 

Census is a counting and a surveying, and it seems to me that my pursers already have this information, since they are so familiar with my circumstances and where to find me. Why, not long ago, my income was assessed after I submitted my numbers, as were the incomes of the family members that live in the very same house. I am tracked each time I type on an internet connected device, so much so that I get random tele and email marketers, peddling their useless wares daily. I am pretty confident the govies know far more about citizens than they ought, because they are nosey parkers, sticking in their schnozes where they have never belonged. What they really want to know, is how many people are sick and with what: they are measuring their success rate after their master plan was set in motion, to poison and cow-tow the world, back in 2020. They want to know other things too, but mostly, they want people to do their bidding, and just like their daddy the Devil, they are relentless in their pursuit, with their desire remaining high, to have all comply in every matter, and in all possible manners. 

Are you, dear one, as popular as I am? Have you noticed that you are being pursued, and do you recognized your would-be-wooer? Are you repulsed, and turning your back, on the insidious and obnoxious interlopers? 

God established boundaries for humans, and they are meant to stay in place, so that you do not impose on me, and likewise, I show appreciation and respect, for your autonomy and right to privacy. Those that are gainfully employed to cross these boundaries, do themselves a disservice, and they do dirty deeds, directed at their fellow citizens. 

I feel mildly pressured: this sense of imposition to acquiesce is overridden by a strong urge to rebuke the invaders of privacy, followed closely with a commitment to wait on the LORD as my strength, to not only defend and protect me from wicked obtrusion, but to God-handle those that do not abide by his law, but rather, seek to blur and erase boundaries, and nullify the rights of individuals to choose what they will and will not, participate in. 

The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage (Psalm 16:6).

What God has given, must not be taken and redistributed by grubby handed government officials that cannot seem to keep to themselves. Privacy is a right that must not be messed with, and I for one, will continue to hold my sunflower head high, and hold my back stalk stiff, without bending or breaking, before those that think they can steal, what does not belong to them.