Memento Mori

In fascination, I am learning the leanings of men of God, as opposed to those that would corrupt the incorruptible Truth that the Almighty reveals to the seekers of His face and counsel, on their knees and with contrite hearts. 

Intellectual superiority

Do you, dear reader, have freedom of will? The determinists, those that would have you suppose they have some sort of intellectual superiority that you do not have access to, want you to believe that all is a fait accompli, or in English, a thing that has already happened or been decided, leaving you and I no option but to accept it. Not so. I am not a believer in determinism or in pseudo Christian lingo, predestination, in fact, I believe that God presents us with circumstances and asks us, "Whatever will you do about this? What do you choose, little one?"

We are, or can be, in partnership with God. The demon influenced self-aggrandizers would prefer we not know this, as they systematically suck from Satanic sources: despicable leaches they are in their wormy countenance and wiggly dispositions. They demean themselves ... they attempt to demean and degrade humanity with them, and the question remains:

"Whatever will you do about this? What do you choose, little one?"

Reform your sinful ways

Sir Thomas More is the focus of this piece of writing. His "reform your sinful ways" message in the book about a place called Utopia comes complete, with a map that takes the traveler on a soulful journey of self discovery. More believed in freedom of will, and as we face a group of killers that want to murder our autonomy, I do believe this message is timely and apropos. The delightful and eye opening reminder of memento mori, "Remember that you die", is poignantly powerful, and a table turner. 

Reprieve

What the wicked believe about their ability to preserve their own skins while divesting victims of health, wealth, dignity, and life, is ridiculous and preposterous. They have forgotten something that is obvious, or used to be obvious? They surely will die, just as their ancestors before them did. They lie blatantly and shamelessly to themselves, believing technology will preserve their aging bodies and feeble minds. They have soaked themselves in the acid of murderous hate for their fellow man, and that causes the worst kind of degeneration : their souls are covered and coated in open sores, oozing the puss of pomposity, the kind of hubris that ensures life without relief from themselves. 

The gravity of death is addressed when one is injured, limping, feels the debilitating aches and pains of aging, or when suddenly and without warning, one finds themselves in bed, disabled from self determinism, facing the terrors of conscience and understanding that no amount of money, pleading, begging, weeping or confessing, will change sickness into allusive vital health: technology cannot rescue a man from the grave. Death is the great equalizer, and each man will face his time of expiry, despite his denial, or belief that he has contributed so much to mankind, that he is entitled to a reprieve. 

Remember that you die

The map of Utopia is a fascinating bit of deep truth mixed with humour, a mockery of man that does not see, that under his largest organ, his epidermis, is muscle, fat, sinew, tendons, and to shorten this list, bones : a skeleton onto which God added so that he could live and move, have his being as a human. The map of Utopia is a human skull, and a reminder, once again as stated above, "Remember that you die."

Remember, dear reader, that you die, but that does not mean you do this according to the will and way of those that presuppose they have power over you. The men and women that feign this type of condescending determination over your existence and then, your disposal, are not capable of this destruction of your body and soul. You must give them permission to do with you as they wish. 

You have freedom of will, just as More did all those years ago when he countered the infamous reformist Martin Luther, that mangled the word of God to make it seem as though we cannot choose Christ, cannot choose sanctify, cannot choose holiness, and cannot partner with the Almighty in our ultimate destination, life eternal with the living God. God knows the beginning and the end of us, and gave each man the ability to see and hear Him: it is encoded in our DNA. To suggest that Christ died for some and not all is contrary to scripture, which clearly states:

And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of man be lifted up: That whosever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved (John 3:14-17)

Believe in Christ, or believe in the world system that establishes itself against Him. Believing is a choice, and if it weren't so, our existence would be a worthless, senseless, purposeless nothing, that has not meaning or substance. To deny God is vanity, to choose with your autonomy to live for Him, is to thank Him for your presence in the world He created for His pleasure and yours too! 

Remember that you die : where you spend eternity has a lot to do with your fidelity ... choose Christ, the finisher of our faith whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life

Check out this map. Can you see the human skull? 

I Don't Want to Know

Today I am sorrowfully ruminating on losses. I have some friends that impacted my life in astoundingly beautiful ways, and I long to reconnect with them, to see them again and engage in some soul brushing: I am stopped in my tracks though, as I consider reaching out. I have trepidation, that my view of them will be shattered, depending on whether or not they complied with the demands of the current powers that seem to be. 

My question is simple: did they betray themselves by denying God's Sovereignty? In other words, did they take shots to fit into life on planet earth, thereby eradicating their previous declaration of fidelity to Christ and Him as their heaven and earth King?

I consider the hard sayings of Jesus in front of a crowd that seemingly preferred magic over majesty. They liked the bread He proffered, but they didn't appreciate Him as the bread of life. They consumed the out of this world water converted to wine He prepared for their pleasure, but drinking His blood, because the life, dear reader, is in the blood, was too much God for them to handle. Bread and wine, manna from heaven and the sacrifice of His flesh for the salvation of souls, was beyond what they would willingly accept ... they preferred the food basics of eating now, rather than considering an eternity of abundant life with the Redeemer.

Therein lies my fear, my anxiety ... as one by one, those in my closest circle of two plus years ago, succumbed to worldly ways by accepting into their bodies poison that promises an unstable future in this life and the next. I consider two men that I knew as stalwarts, true lovers of Christ, and I don't want confirmation, that they too did what I consider, the unthinkable ... 

Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, hath everlasting life. I am the bread of life. Your fathers did eat manna in the wilderness, and are dead. This is the bread which cometh down from heaven, that a man may eat thereof, and not die. I am the living bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever: and the bread that I will give is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world. The Jews strove among themselves, saying, How can this man give us his flesh to eat? Then Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except ye eat the flesh of the Son of man, and drink his blood, ye have no life in you. Whoso eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, hath eternal life; and I will raise him up at the last day. For my flesh is meat indeed, and my blood is drink indeed. He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him. As the living Father hath sent me, and I live by the Father: so he that eateth me, even he shall live by me. This is the bread which came down from heaven: not as your fathers did eat manna, and are dead: he that eateth of this bread shall live for ever (John 6:47-58) 

These words seem foreign and strange to us. As a meat eater, I know that life is sacrificed for my sustenance, but the Jews Jesus was teaching, knew the law that God gave them: sacrificing animals for their sins and the sins of the people. The priests consumed some of the flesh, but were never to drink the blood, because that is where the life is, in the blood. 

Think on this a moment ... they were awaiting the Lamb of God Who takes away the sins of the world: God had them live with this knowing, that only sacrifice with a heart of contrition, could assuage their guilt temporarily, until such a time as the Christ would be the final sacrifice for them. Eating the lamb as the spirit of death loomed large over them in Egypt, was the first passing over, the first time they experienced God's preservation when they complied with His commands. Now they were facing the Lamb of God ... and what He was saying was hard to hear:

These things said he in the synagogue, as he taught in Capernaum. Many therefore of his disciples, when they heard this, said This is an hard saying; who can hear it? When Jesus knew in himself that his disciples murmured at it, he said unto them, Doth this offend you? What and if ye shall see the Son of man ascend up where he was before? It is the spirit that quickenth; the flesh profiteth nothing: the words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life (John 6:59-63)

Jesus speaks of spirit ... and this is where people betray themselves. They rely on the skin they are in, the surface they walk upon, and the food and drink they believe they can trust to keep them alive. They mistrust God as provider, believing that they must live according to worldly ways, including the rules and regulations superimposed upon them by workers of iniquity ... the shot pushers that desire to control and kill the soul via automation of the bodies of the willing. 

But there are some of you that believe not. For Jesus knew from the beginning who they were that believed not, and who should betray him. And he said, Therefore said I unto you, that no man can come unto me, except it were given unto him of my Father. From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him. 

Then said Jesus unto the twelve, Will ye also go away? (John 6:64-67)

Dear reader, I weep for those for whom the living God was not enough. My soul aches for the previous professors of faith in Christ, that did not put their souls in His protective hand, but rather chose to walk away, toward a shadow of what life can be, rather than eagerly anticipate the fullness offered to the faithful, when eternity with God is our reward. 

The bread and blood of life is Jesus Christ. The mystery of faith is revealed in His words, and fidelity to Him is our only hope of soul salvation. Are His sayings hard, why yes, they are, but what I find more difficult, is hearing the words of the wicked, and witnessing those I considered brethren and kindred, following in the devils bloody footprints to the grave and an eternity without the living God.

Sigh. I am not a naive person, forever Pollyanna hopeful. But right now, there are some things I just don't want to know. At this moment in time, I will entertain happy, holy, wholesome memories of who I thought people were, rather than know who they may have become.

John 6:66 From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him

Monkey Business

A precursor is a person or thing that comes before another of the same kind; a forerunner. We have been pre-cursed almost to death, dear reader.

If we look at what has come before, if we take a saucer eyed unblinking stare at what has been shouted out and repeated ad nauseam on the airways, we see warnings everywhere of precisely plotted and planned, and yet controlled, pandemonium. It is all monkey business, and if you and I haven't sat up straight out of a dead sleep yet, then now is the time. 

A pox on you: an expression of intense disgust or aversion for someone

With this monkey business, there is a curse. In their plotting and planning meetings, the wicked are vastly entertained, believing themselves to be hilariously funny, each time they introduce their next killing spree with ridiculous logos. New on the scene is a monkey pox, with injections pre-ordered for those that will fall into the trap of believing that this now on deck unnatural disaster, must be warded off via an elixir in a syringe. 

The wicked believe that you and I are daft, too dumb to see their tactics: dear one, we are their perceived monkeys, that they want to curse, to put a pox on, because they view us with intense disgust and aversion. We are dirt they want to clean out from unto their toenails, once they have stomped us to death. A pox, a plague be upon you, is what they want the most ... the curse is in the plague.

Tripe

I find it fitting that these liars have robustly, vigorously, and consciously propagated for decades, that human beings evolved from apes. Many believe this tripe, and it isn't a stretch for people to accept the associate lie, that monkeys are our closest relatives in the animal kingdom. We have been called animals, dear one, and the oh so evolved have elevated themselves out of this status, removing themselves from their primate others, to become the trap-the-monkeys captors and controllers. 

The new ugly and mutilated kid in town is a pox, and the killers want it spread throughout the land, travelling across the seas, to every neighbourhood and small village, wiping out all wherever it travels. Sounds like a horror story of make believe proportions, but then again, for people that cannot fathom how far Satan and his workers of iniquity will go to kill, maim, and destroy, this really does sound farfetched. 

And it is the naive, the surf the superficial surface, the I can't look crowd, that refuse to accept the reality we face: they will be the first victims of this newest farce perpetrated against the unsuspecting. 

But dear reader, you just finished reading to this point. You have been warned. The pox, the curse, this monkey business, you ought to know about it now, isn't that right? You are no monkey, you are God's creation, and it is man that He made in His image. While the wicked publicly declare their hate of God and attempt to besmirch the Almighty, you and I can go in the opposite direction, and run into His wide open waiting for us arms. 

See the signs

Read them carefully

Be honest in your assessments

Leave off from your fearful fretful ways

Trust God

Vile creatures

Lastly, repent from your sins and ask God to forgive you for putting your life in the hands of those that want nothing more than to wipe out each and every image of Him they see around them. If you have believed the media monsters, if you have taken shots that were MANdated, if you have fallen into the go-along-to-get-along trap in the recent past, know that now is the time to get out of the worldly system that has been spinning you right round. If you didn't know any better before, I sure do hope you know better now, this far into the plot of the most heinous story foretold and enacted by the vile creatures that turned against their Creator. 

If anyone acts like trained monkeys, it would be those individuals that do the business of the devil. They have debased themselves in their humanism, and put a pox on themselves by defiling what is sacred to God ... autonomous human life. 

Absorb this fact, dear one: when we rebel against God, He withholds His judgments for much longer than you and I would. He is long-suffering, as evidenced by our current situation, with lawlessness permeating and prevailing as murderers profess their plans without apparent stoppage: 

The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is long-suffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance (2 Peter 3:9)

But there comes a day of reckoning, and I tell you it draws near. Each of us is accountable for our choices, and their outcomes can be attributed collaterally to what we say and do. We are either with God, or with the enemy, and as in the ancient days, He commands all, including evil angels. They answer to Him, and when Pharaoh refused to let God's people go, He sent evil angels among them ... I picture the wicked plotters having many horrifying demonic visitations:

Psalm 78:49

He cast upon them the fierceness of his anger, wrath, and indignation, and trouble, by sending evil angels among them

In their hardheartedness, the wicked have sealed their fate ... don't let them help seal yours too.

Hearing Bias

But my people would not hearken to my voice, and Israel would none of me. So I gave them up unto their own hearts' lust: and they walked in their own counsels (Psalm 81:11-12)

I am fascinated to recognize the word hear in hearken. To hearken is to not only hear, but also to heed, and when God speaks to His people, it is wise to listen and do as He commands. God doesn't make suggestions, but this is exactly how people treat His vocalized instructions, when they walk in their own counsels. 

Notice: God gave them unto their own hearts' lust

The God of yesteryear is the same God of today, and clearly, so are the people of this world. Some listen, some refuse, and some are hard of hearing but get cured of this malady, when they seek Him and decide that following His counsel, makes far more sense than following their own. 

Which category do you fall under, dear reader?

• You hear and heed
• You hear and refuse to heed
• You just can't hear, but suddenly realize you have been deaf, and decide to ask God for a good ear cleaning

What do you supposed happens to those that do not heed after hearing God's voice? You don't really need to speculate, now do you? I am confident YOU have not only ignored what He has commanded, but have also done as the ancients did ... you did what your lustful heart suggested.

How did that work out for you?

O that my people had hearkened unto me, and Israel had walked in my ways! I should soon have subdued their enemies, and turned my hand against their adversaries (Psalm 81:13-14)

Perpetrating hateful harm

Now, we are hear now: in the hear (not a misspelling in this case, dear reader) and now, we see that those that not only ought to have heard God's voice and hearkened unto it, but ought to have been so committed to His commands that they protected others too, shielding them from enemies and adversaries, have played a major role in the demise of many, including their own family members. They did not as the Father bid them ... they, like the Israelites, would none of me, meaning, they would have none of what God purposed for them. 

Following their own lusts, the populace perpetrated crime against the living God by willfully obliging killers, to their folly. We have evidence of this, with wicked rulers, enemies of the people, adversaries of God, perpetuating hateful harm to one and all: babies and vulnerable populations included. The self-aggrandizing demigods have blood lust, while the populace has travel, work, and money lust ... all things of this world that are here today, and gone tomorrow. 

Swapped out sound reasoning 

Hearkening to a voice is common, the question is, which voice is being heeded? When your boss, doctor, government representative, teacher, preacher, next door neighbour, brother, sister, father or mother, niece, nephew, sibling, school crossing guard, become the voices in your head, you are in big trouble, dear one! You have swapped out sound reasoning for subpar PYSCHO babble! 

I am envisioning you cupping your ear, pretending you are hard of hearing, and saying "What's that you say? You talking to me?" 

Yes, I am, I am talking to you, and him, and her over there, all the people that feign deafness that are really just selective in the messages they want to hear and heed. If Guilt gave out prizes, we would all have storehouses full of them, because hearing bias is a human condition! The worthless prizes would match the silliness of choices made that are unsavoury, dissatisfying, and sully the soul. 

Ear holes

Dear reader, have you been willfully deaf? If you are still reading this, and you recognize this character flaw in you, might I suggest you go to God and have Him vacuum out those ear holes? 

Truth is salty, it acts like a preservative for the spirit. If you have been lied to, and have lied to yourself, there is a cure called Truth. It is never too late to hear it, speak it, live it. Perhaps today is the day you decide to hearken unto the voice of God. 

Heed the Voice of the Saviour, otherwise known as the Truth:

And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free (John 8:32)

Don't Blame the Dummy

Proverbial smoke and mirrors

I can see clearly now, the rain has gone ... ok I stole this line from a song, but it is true, I can see clearly now, but not because the rain is gone. The proverbial smoke has blown away, and the mirrors have smashed to smithereens. 

What can I see clearly, you ask? The Truth, of what we are witnessing, living through, watching with sick fascination. We get to see the demise of the human race ... yes, how odd, to type this, to know this, to have this play out before our very eyes. The dying don't know that their days are numbered, in fact, it is business as usual. The sting of death is very slight for those that have money to fund play time, while ignoring the insidiousness of subtle sickness that slowly devours. 

Field day fun

The blame game is ON, and while everyone points this way and that to establish who's fault it is that the world is going to hell in a hand-basket, no one wants to blame the puppet master. Satan is having a field day of fun, as he yanks strings here and pulls them there. The dummies he has rigged up to do his bidding are so obvious in their one track minded demolition of the human race, that it is embarrassing to see them in numb and dumb action. They are acting out the most boring play, because each actor echoes the guy or gal next to them. They have uniformly become the voice of the wicked one. 

Final act

I am here to say that the strings are thread bare, that the monkeys that perform for their master are dancing dangerously close to flame; the end of their creepy one trick pony act will wind to a close. The curtain will come down on their final act, and they will not get the applause or acclaim they crave, they will get what their master gets, death and destruction via separation from God. They have joined the ranks of the damned and deceived, just like the fallen angels that choose not their maker as their God, but preferred the ruler of this world, Lucifer. 

Suicidal

To close, I am going to suggest we stop blaming the dummies ... they have set a course of destruction for not only other humans, but themselves as well. They are beings unto death and love to kill, and they don't realize they are actually suicidal. To kill and be killed, is the way of the world. Jesus came to save, and anyone that conforms to Him, need not worry, fret or despair! 

You and I get to choose where we focus our eyes, how we train our minds, and what will saturate our souls. I will not drink from the poison well of the pretend potus or the alleged prime sinister: I will not blame these dummies, these puppets, for being used as killers and then kindling ... I will look to my brothers and sisters in Christ as my family, keeping my life aligned and attuned to the living God. I invite you to do the same 💖

Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth way, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever (1John 2:15-17)

Treasure

If I were a pirate, I would do what so many others have done. I would look for someone else's treasure, rob them of it, and appropriate it for myself. Pirates prey on others, and they go to great lengths to steal what they want. A pirate is never content with the booty they accumulate, because the greedy call from More echoes in their ears. More shouts, "I'm over here, come get me." 

Collective conscience

This morning I am contemplating the treasure that has been buried and unearthed with each generation and in every millennium. A treasure that is incalculable: pirates dare not touch, it would burn their hands and sear their collective conscience. When they discover this treasure, they quickly attempt to cover it once again, to bury it in the hopes that it will not resurrect and come and find them.

As I consider this treasure, I realize why it is so hard to find, and why so many prefer to leave off from searching for it. Wanting it and looking high and low for it, is exhaustive work. But it is also the greatest occupation to be engaged in. It encapsulates a lifetime of investing, and each moment spent is worth its' weight in gold. 

How do we measure time, dear one? We must consider how we spend it to discern its' value. 

The treasure 

When I think about Jesus Christ, His splendour, beauty, and other worldliness, I cannot help but be transported, lifted out of the mire and muck that the pirates have attempted to throw on the treasure known as the Truth. In His perfection, we see the personification of ideals, in the living breathing God/Man:

He is mercy

He is mild

He is charity and chastity

He is peace and joy

He is living, breathing wisdom, piety and understanding

In His mighty strength, He is the defender of Truth and the sanctity of His Father's house. With condemnation, He berates the infidels and hypocrites that dare to challenge Truth with lies that lead many to the door of death minus the presence of the living God. 

I realize why we must dig for Truth treasure, why it is vitally important to seek and find in order to discover the greatest gift. Our faith is a hard won battle, dear reader, and without the digging and getting dirty too, superficiality can feel rewarding for a time:

The same day went Jesus out of the house, and sat by the sea side. And great multitudes were gathered together unto him, so that he went into a ship, and sat; and the whole multitude stood on the shore. And he spake many things unto them in parables, saying, Behold, a sower went forth to sow; And when he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up: Some fell upon stony places, where they had not much earth: and forthwith they sprung up, because they had no deepness of earth: And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away. And some fell among thorns; and the thorns spun up, and choked them: But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold. 

Who hath ears to hear, let him hear (Matthew 1-9)

It is declared in the Bible that the word of God will go to all corners of the earth. That man will bring to man the Good News, sowing seeds, as it were. We have witnessed that some of the seed:

• fell on ground without dirt, and was devoured by fowl
• some fell on stony places, without much earth, sprung up, and because it could not dig deeply into the earth to grow a root system to draw necessary moisture, the sun scorched it and it withered away
• some fell where thorns sprouted up and choked them
• and some fell into good ground, and bore fruit

Jesus invites His listeners to take notice. Perhaps we can take a moment now to consider ourselves as the seed? 

• Where have you fallen, dear one? 
• Are your roots digging deeply into this Truth treasury? 
• Are you being fed and watered by the word of God so that you can be fruitful, as one of His servants? 
• Or have you fallen, as the masses have, onto the earth's surface, only to be eaten up, scorched, or choked out? 

And the disciples came, and said unto him, Why speaketh thou unto them in parables? He answered and said unto them, Because it is given unto you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it is not given. For whosoever hath, to him shall be given, and he shall have more abundance: but whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken away even that he hath. Therefore speak I to them in parables: because they seeing see not; and hearing they hear not, neither do they understand. And in them is fulfilled the prophecy of Esaias, which saith, By hearing ye shall hear, and shall not understand; and seeing ye shall see, and shall not perceive:

For this people's heart is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed; lest at any time they should see with their eyes and hear with their ears, and should understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should heal them (Matthew 10:15)

The ground without soil

The rocky places

The thorny spots that do not tolerate other plants

Prickly life

This is the way of the world. The superficiality of sprouting for this day, without a care for tomorrow. The planting of self between a rock and a hard place, by living according to pirates wiley ways, rather than trusting in God's provision. The good seed sprouting up amongst the thorns, and being choked by them because thistles are spiked, and they fight to defend their territory by making sure they take up the space they need to survive in this one prickly life they live. 

Dear reader, we are living this parable:

For this people's heart is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed; lest at any time they should see with their eyes and hear with their ears, and should understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should heal them (Matthew 10:15)

Today, I will seek Truth, as though my life depends upon Him. Today, I will consider the Sovereign, and see that the treasure of Jesus Christ and all that is of Him, is worth digging deeply for. Today, I pray, that my roots are fed by Living Water.

I pray the same for you.

Invisible Nose Ring

While millions lay sleeping

While millions lay sleeping, invisible nose rings have been inserted. An equally unseeable rope has been sewn through each ring opening, one after the next. With gentle persuasion, the pierced people are led this way and that, herded while hearing, "We are taking you to safety", by handlers they have never known.

Baaah & Bleat

The people, they heed helplessly, while fiction is favoured over fact: they are fed and stuffed, liqueured in the waiting pen, each wondering when they will be given permission to be free to frolic again. They baaaah and bleat to one another from a respectful distance; alternatively, they kick and fuss, in the furry faces of those that do not have the invisible ring with the rope.

Wake up, wake up

Many in whole families have the pull-by-the-nose rings, while some stayed awake and refused the piercing. The eyes wide open sheep see the herded ones, and they scream loudly, "Wake up, Wake up, you are being tricked" ... some hear them and shake their mutton heads, but the rope has them attached to their next to them fellow sheep. They can't seem to break loose: the pen is too full and there is no room to escape. 

Drowsy again

They hear the other sheep, telling them to stay, it is safe in the pen: do not leave it until we are told we can go: you don't want to die out there, do you? The newly awakened sheep consider what they are hearing and they get drowsy again. With heavy eyelids, they return to slumber. 

Addendum

I wrote this piece when a crimson curtain of darkness was dropped to drape the entire world. I heard and witnessed the oddest things, from imperfect strangers, to close friends and relatives. 

What was glaringly obvious to me was obvious to them in the opposite direction, with massive polarization pulling us apart. I saw a sickness of separation occurring, while they saw the paint-by-numbers picture someone else had crafted. The people I knew were swatches of muted tones, selected from the palate contained in tiny individualized plastic dip-your-paintbrush-tip containers. 

The shades of self they displayed were repugnant, and the suggestion that I do as they had done, that I take orders from the voices they had heard, hurt my ears and heart. Self indulge worry and anxiety had them agreeing to doing whatever the devilish false shepherds suggested they do, and they wanted everyone to slavishly respond similarly. While they saw a crisis, I saw a charade. 

They are still being led by the not-so-invisible-now-nose-ring. It would appear the spell they are under, the one that put them in a trance of trusting alien voices, compels them to continue to believe that the lies they swallowed as truth, are good food for their future. Nothing could be further from actuality. 

I have been reading the Psalms daily this month of May. They are astounding in their poignant beauty, clarity, forthrightness, and raw expression of needing God, and knowing it is by His power that we are delivered from oppression.

Psalm 62:8-12

Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us. Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity (8-9)

Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery: if riches increase, set not your heart upon them (10)

God hath spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongeth unto God. Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work (11-12)

Trust in Him at all times

Pour out your heart before Him

God is a refuge for us

Men of low degree are vanity

Men of high degree a lie

In the balance, they are lighter than vanity

Trust not in oppression

Become not vain in robbery

If you become rich, set not your heart upon your riches

God hath spoken more than once

Have you heard Him?

Power belongs to God

Mercy belongs to God

He renders to every man, according to the man's work

Dear reader, trust in God at all times. Pour your heart out before him. Men that are vain and lie, have less weight than the light and fluffiness of their vanity. We are not to trust in oppression, or oppressors. We must not be enticed by those that rob to get rich: robbery requires weaponry, and this is a wicked way to gain riches. If your bank account grows, don't let it be where your heart is.

God has spoken, are you listening? He repeats messages, all we need is ears to hear. Are yours open to Him? Do your trust in Him at all times?

All power belongs to God, and all mercy too. While we that trust in Him pour out our hearts and beg for a merciful reprieve, we are witnessing the lost, those that listened to alien voices, accepting crumbs from the tables of criminals. They have trusted in their oppressors, the vain men and woman that seek to enslave them further ... 

Lastly, God renders: He delivers to each man, each person, according to his or her work. This should frighten us if not a little, perhaps a lot, when we realize that He is watching, and when we do not abide in Him and align with His will, we risk the rendering of judgment.

The vain, the wicked, the vile that wound and kill other living beings, they are in peril, and so are those that trust in them. 

We

 Have

   Been

    Warned