When people love one another, it’s a choice and commitment.
If you’re listening to the scientist … And the scientist mandate what is put on the box legally to protect consumers.
Ummmm….. Which report are you listening to?
SERIOUSLY? Wakey Wakey! Brains Get Breaky’d
So. If the Medical ones don’t work – Explain again how a T-shirt sewn to look like one of these works? Hahaha
Rude comments will not be read, I will simply delete them. Thanks for playing!
That moment when you…
Now just wait one darn minute… 🤔🤨🧐😲😳🤯
An interesting coincidence
Remdesivir is made by Gilead
And is the cure for COVID
And China holds the patent through an agreement with Gilead through their drug patent sharing subsidiary branch UNITAID who has an office near Wuhan.
The Investors of that organization is none other than Soros, the Gates and the WHO org.
But sure.. maybe it’s all a co-winky-dinks.
But I do find it even stranger that these two organizations were financial supporters of Hillary’s campaign.
And one more coincidence is Fauci was the organizer and authorizing party for sending millions to Wuhan for Coronavirus testing and research.
Funny co-winky-dinks – Don’t you think?
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I’m so incredibly saddened over everything we have come to as a society in the past 6 months. We, as a society are only proving we can’t make out emotions, thoughts and actions. Our barbaric behaviors still leave us acting like we don’t know any better. Where has our education brought us? Where has our psychological science given us?
We are all one race, HUMAN. But we insist on dividing ourselves for individualism based on all the things of this world instead of the things that lie in our hearts. Its no wonder we had to be separated from God! We can not find a way to behold this world of beauty without resorting to an anger that fears and destroys it. We as a whole people on earth are a poison, a vicious snake, crawling on our bellies, writhing to kill, slay and conquer.
In this state of being, we only process that it is truly only one for all: because if one psychotic man’s actions can cause all men to be psychotic, we have not ventured wholly into our knowledge of behavioral health and safety assurance for all mankind.
We follow like pigs to the slaughter. Grazing on the blood that fell before us while leaving a trail of hatred and waste behind us for our children to inherit and digest, only to produce the same bond with their children. Mankind is truly showing to be a disgusting and disposable creature who cannot offer more to earth than fault, obliteration and hatred.
I pray the animals and nature come to swallow us up and clean their lands of us. I pray our God wipes out the face of mankind from earth with his Almighty hand in earthquakes, fires and storms. I pray we are scrubbed out for the causing of hatred to seep into the Earth’s crust through the lost man’s blood. I pray He wipe out the sun and fill the land with swarms of creatures to slowly eat at the rotting flesh bags we walk in.
For we do not deserve mercy or grace. We do not deserve hope and safety. We deserve the wrath of God. For when one is unholy, we follow with equal destruction to judge the wicked with evilness in our hearts.
We cannot be counted as individuals if this is the product of the human race. It must all be smitten from the earth so that God can renew the day He walked here and bring forth a race worthy of love and devotion.
If we are to judge one man by hundreds of thousands acting in the same violent way; Then what better is our race to be compared to than that of the one man?
The mud was horrible. Nothing like we had seen before in the recent years. It had come on so quickly this time. We were living in a strange “L” shaped building, two story. Almost designed like a motel building, but it was our house and our business.
The mud had overtaken our parking lot and a whole bunch of vehicles too. It was deep in some parts where it had started to dry in it’s flow. The huge tractor like trucks we owned were lost too, they were covered by it. You could see their yellow metal arms buried in the red muck. it was like their strength at been stolen from them. There was some much loss this time, so much sadness.The mud was like the mixture of very wet cement mix, but red like clay. It was tacky and wet, clinging to everything. Molding to your shoes collecting more of itself with every step you took till your feet were heavy red bricks sloshing about.
You, hastily put me in the car. We were trying to get away. Something was coming and if they caught us, it would mean the end of our lives. You drove the car going back and forth, working tracks into the wet clay as it caged the car in the muddy prison. Somehow, we managed to get up a burm of mud at the end of the parking lot. if we could just turn the wheels fast enough, we might be able to get out!Just then, one side of the car started to sink and suddenly the car slides and rolls, injuring me between the roof of the car and my seat. Thank goodness the car was an old boat, the kind that hold their frame. Not like those new cars that crush like cans.You pulled me out and told me I was fine. All the pain I was feeling in my body felt so real though. My head had been damaged and I had broken a rib or two… On my right side there was horrible pain all the way down and into my hip.You hustled me upstairs, we were talking to someone, telling them what happened. Someone I was supposed to know, but now they were only shadows. They looked at me and said “you’re fine” jokingly. You kept going on, saying she’s just being silly and you kept reaching out and poking me where my ribs were broken.Just then you said “let’s go, their coming” and pushed me from behind towards the staircase to go down to the parking lot again. As I was limping my way down the long outdoor balcony, you poked me again and started laughing and teasing me. I collapsed in pain, writhing on my knees, trying to stand up. You started making weird gobbly noises through your cupped hands as you pressed them onto the top of my head. I was gasping for breath, still stranded on my knees. I kept saying, “I think I’m hurt! Please stop! Just go away and leave me alone! Please!”.I kept thinking, I just want out!…. and then I woke up. 😔I must be feeling stuck in my life. Strange dream. Woke up feeling like I was suffocating.
I turn 43 in just 10 days, and I only have one goal left. Be Me.
I have lots of experience because well frankly, I have lots of talents. I’ve sold just about everything you can think of. Founded 4 different types of companies. Managed and Directed hundreds of staff from various work titles. Chased my dreams, ambitions and passions. And at this stage in life, I’m very ready to settle down, play my music and have fun weekends.
Exuberance is nothing without direction. I have found that the further you climb up social and executive ladders the less you find in the form of passion and honesty. It’s always the same thing; hard work equals happiness. When in fact, they are selling false hope.
You see, the integrity issue isn’t within the statement itself, it’s within the hidden agenda of the statement. I still believe that hard work will give you a happy feeling. That happy feeling is actually the satisfaction you feel from a days hard work, and that will always stand true. The problem in the statement is that “happiness” equals “whatever dream they have will come true”. And it’s just a bunch of hoo-ha.
When you think of happiness, what do you think about? Is it a new car? Lavish home in the hills? Financial Freedom? Or maybe it’s a day on the beach with no responsibilities, a night with friends around a campfire or a weekend camping. You see, everyone has a sense of what their “happy” equates to, unfortunately we aren’t all really chasing our true “happy”.
Learn what makes you happy and then chase after that. Don’t let the world decide what defines your happiness or you will find yourself at the end of a Marathon completely exhausted with no real grasp of why you’re alive or what your goals are for the next step. I did! And trust me, it’s the most paralyzing feeling you’ll ever find. Choose to equate the happiness with your hard work and somewhere in the end, you may find the happiness has been there all along. You were just choosing to take everyone else’ word for what happiness meant to you.
There is much to be said about the signs and wonders the universe shows us. There is also something to be compared when you take a good look at how the changes affect the physical state of our world as well as the emotional state of our existence. Recently we had the 3rd of 4 major eclipses we will experience within a small amount of time called the tetrad. It is a part of a rare sequence of four total lunar eclipses that started in 2014 and will complete at the end of 2015.
It says in much readings to take this time as a time for reflection to let things go and accept change in our existence, in our lives, jobs, and/or families and relationships. I have had much change and reflection from the second eclipse which happened on March 20th to now. There has been fallen friendships, lost jobs, and even a major change in my sprituality and beliefs. I am moving very quickly through a transition that I am not completely aware of yet and even though it is a precarious place I have found myself feeling quite tribulated by the thoughts of what will be my personal loss and my gains.
I took a day to rest. I did nothing but read, sleep and watch a few shows. I did not ponder on chores or responsibilities. I did not strife on things to do. I simply existed. It was quite nice really, allowing my mind to tend to it’s wanderings with no regard of where it may end up. An afternoon nap even brought on somewhat fantastical dreams as I put no restraint on the plain it might land me on. As I later browsed my facebook page I saw many posts of success, posts where I saw how much people have grown and changed and had reached a place of fruition they had been striving for. I pondered whether I would find closure to the things that have been massing around me with little to no change and hovering a deep loom of doubt over my head. Then…. I left this writing to be a draft. I did not hit publish and allowed time to shed some light on all the things I was waiting on. I wanted to see the change happen before I let the open arms of doubt and fear swallow me up. There is nothing that feels worse than going back in time to see when you were complaining only to be on the other side delighted that things worked out as well as they did.
I began this writing around the beginning of April, it is now the eve of May 20th. I have been in wait for several things in my life to show a glimmer of hope. I have been looking for a new career or “job”, dealing with financial issues that never seem to end and growing extremely aware of my distain in my choice of residence. There has been much clatter in the home of things on the horizon, or chances of greatness, but alas, nothing has been revealed. Until this last week. Though many opportunities we look at through our lives with hoping eyes, we find that they were merely a glimpse of what could have been. I have learned close hand not to place all of my eggs into one basket. And needless to say, I still find myself holding on to thoughts, dreams, and ideals that in the end never became mine. But today, and for the past week, it has been different.
Have you ever seen a home and had that gut feeling that it was yours? Have you ever taken a car for a test ride and knew whatever may happen, that you would be driving it off the lot? Maybe you meet someone and absolutely know that it will end up being your best friend for life. It’s a sort of sixth sense. A kind of instinctual feeling that is hard to describe. It can be over basic things or over more complex things… but when you know, you know. Maybe you have had this opportunity and maybe you haven’t. But for those who have had that type of feeling about something or someone, you know exactly what I am talking about. It’s like looking at a man or woman who you know is your future betroved before you even know their name. I have had several of these instances since the beginning of the year 2015. They have happened about my lifestyle, my friends, my relationship, my children, my jobs… it seems everything in the universe has been screaming at me to pay attention. To watch and learn. I have had that feeling that something was about to change me forever as a person. Something was about to come into my life and absolutely diminish everything I have been and recreate my entire existence. And although I felt it was one big thing, I am starting to realize…. it was a whole bunch of little things.
Once in a while something happens in our life that drastically changes the way we think, act or react. I have been tested in so many ways in my life time. But through the last few weeks I have been put under a life-changing microscope that was there asking me to determine exactly where I stood. There was no studying for this test. Only questions and I had to give my answers as quickly as I could. I had to act, react or think using only my instincts, my past experiences, my faith and most of all, my character. Some of these tests I passed so exponentially that I was completely surprised by the outcome. Then, there were some that the way I reacted or performed caused me to question my own personal motives in life and reconsider who I was. I felt as though I were spinning in a washing machine with a every personal trait I had never quite perfected and didn’t like. I was being washed of my perfectionist issues, my pride, my anger, regret, fears, and worse yet, my own pitiful lost self. It was an amazing time of reflection. I was going through dirty laundry that I didn’t even know had not been taken care of! But, to move forward and to accept change, we must let go of the things that hold us back. We must be determined to allow ourselves to grow, change, and be altered by the wonderous things that God had in mind from the beginning. There is much reason to hold on to our experiences for the basic human reason of feeling accomplished. But, when we let go, and let God… some pretty amazing things happen. First and Foremost, Our Transition from Flesh to Spirit.
I know that there will be many more periods of time that offer change and transition. But for now; I am content simply reflecting the whirlwind I just went through. Well, honestly, what I am about to walk away from. I started a new job that holds much promise of the financial stability I have been longing for for years… I am looking forward to seeing what this new wave of change will bring my life, my family and my soul. I have been given the opportunity to move into a home that is literally next door to my studio. As I simply do not have the funds now, I wait on the Lord to open the door to allow me to get into it. There are still alot of “ifs”, but, I feel that I am on the right path for once in a long time. And that is something to hold on to for me. I have grown through several relationships these past few months too! I have gained and lost friendships and have experienced my own rath. I have been pruned again. My branches are tender and ready for growth. I now pray that the good Lord tends to my brokeness and allows me to continue grow and experience all this life has to offer.
I’m in trouble… I’ve been waiting on the Lord for something to change and that something is not changing at all and I’m afraid I have put more trust in this idea than in God’s hands, now awake in the middle of the night, stressing horribly. Sick with anxiety… not sure of what’s next for me, but unable to make any type of move at all. Seemingly stuck with no path and starting to suffocate… I pray.
oh Father! Do you not hear my crys! Do they not howl on the winds of the desert? I’m alone and afraid. Where are you and what do you mean to show my heart thru this strife? Where are you taking me? I have been faithful and steadfast in looking at you for everything my soul needed and now as I am most thirsty you fail to answer me! Why do you leave me dry and abandoned? Cold and weary. Why don’t you move the mountains I seek to traverse. Why have I lost my way? I beseech that a guiding light be laid at the feet of the faithful and for me your true servant and yet you have left only moon rays to find my way. A dim night in which my turmoils lurk in the dark and shadows linger to devour my wavering soul. Have you tossed me from the flock for the wolves? Have you found no more need for the wretched in your works? Do I have so less of little to offer the building of the bride while she waits for the bridegroom? My lantern oil is full and I sit patiently for the groom. Be still my heart as it leaps from my chest with each new rustle in the shadows. I believe my Lord is coming for me and yet I have waited so long. Was I not prepared? Was I not longingly waiting for my bride groom. Did I fall to sleep as I waited? Has he skipped over me in my unpreparedness? Did I fail you my Lord? Why have you let me lie here in wait? Where are you? When will the new morning break and the earth bring forth your will that you put in place back when I was not yet even a seed in my mother’s womb? When will your kingdom come to past? Why must I be so tired and lonesome in the dark. Have I not done of your will so that you have cast me from the iron as a thistle in your foot? I cry out for your hands of mercy to heal me. I am weak and I need your love to free me! Be my strength oh Lord, my God. You are my only hope and your promise has never failed me! It’s my desire to follow you forever. Does a child refused by its mother stop trying to find love? I beg of you to give me the promise you have desired for me. Even if the plan you had laid out for me was death, I pray it will come quickly while I sit waiting on milk and honey. I only have so much mortal patience within me. Open my eyes so I might see the works of the Almighty happening in front of me without straining. I am a bitter old woman who has lost their sight and wains on you to restore her hope. Give me the promise of the chosen. Set forth your angels and clear my path as I am too old and weary for any more of this war.
As I sit this morning recollecting the past year’s journey, I find so many signs and wonders of the Lord’s coming to fruition in my life. I woke and made my Past Year’s post on Facebook. A basic little application offering highlighted posts from the past 365 days. Giving a second to meditate on what had transpired. Scanning through pictures of the last twelve months, it came to me so clearly. I was tired for many good reasons and it dismissed my feelings of regret. I had come from somewhere this past year. I had accomplished so much. But now, I was ready to be reborn. I was ready to be re-enlightened. I was ready to be breathed into with a fresh sense of awareness and hope that the new year will bring promise. I was ready and prepared.
The year 2014 brought much tribulation, stress, and strife. My son who has now separated himself from his mothers waning teet and had in just a year’s time delivered himself into the world as an independent adult. He joined the military, the Army specifically, gained his footing in the world as a soldier and has most recently devoted his life and heart by order of engagement to a young woman. His visit home this season brought the realizations that he is now his own. As I dropped him and his fiancé’ off at her home after dinner, it came to me, I will never tuck my boy into bed, kiss his soft forehead, come to his cry in the middle of the night or tend a new morning yawn again. I realized that this transformation reminded me of his birth when he left my body causing pain and agony. That this too, this delivery from my home, my wing, was just as painful as when he left my womb. Now, he is David, still my son, but a man who steps to his own destiny.
As I began to pray, seeking the Lord for guidance; I summoned him to bring me to an epiphany. I searched the scripture by flapping through pages and landing quietly in Matthew, Chapter 23-26. I had hoped to find a word that would strengthen the vision I had experienced just a week’s time ago while waking abruptly in the wee hours of a morning. There was something about to happen. After this long year of trials and change, building a business, strengthening a daughter who was struggling with teenage tasks and delivering a son into this world, I needed to know that I was still on a path of personal salvation. A way in which I still had purpose and meaning. A hope that there was more joy to have and more work to do.
for then there will be a great tribulation, such as has not occurred since the beginning of the world until now, nor ever shall.
As I read through Chapters 23-26, I heard the story of the days, as told by Matthew, before the Passover and the final deliberations that Jesus gave to us to consider before his death and resurrection. I related to the words given to the scribes, the Pharisees, as he called them hypocrites. I knew as I prepare for a new year that He, the Almighty, was speaking to me while he works me toward my purposes. Recently I had portrayed my anger and frustrations towards the world’s churches during fellowship with my dad. I told him that I felt church leaders only fall away the feet of those searching for the Grace of God! That they lead them into despair with no hope. Keeping from them the good news and leaving them to think that they receive forgiveness by their own flesh and doings, and not simply by the grace and mercy of our Heavenly Father! I physically heat up in emotional thoughts when I think about the Priests sending down judgment upon the heads of the believers only for their own name sake to cause strife and worry in the church. How the bride is being raped of her gold with wicked tongues of fake promises and riches of the world. How religions cause the eyes of the weak to fix their gaze upon everything that is not right in themselves so as to cause them to fall into a coma of self-doubt and consistent shame. These are the idols of the people. The monarchy that will fall. For any one of us who lead, must lead the hearts and eyes to simply look at their Father as he will do the rest in their confirmed and freely given salvation!
As I read on I noticed the verse I mentioned above. In relation to the deliberations that Christ spoke, He reminds us to constantly prepare for the end days. He tells us to be constantly ready or to have readiness as the disciples asked him what the signs would be that he was coming. He tells us to be weary of false prophet, when nation rises against nation. He speaks of the time when many will fall away and hate one another. That these times of tribulations, (meaning a time distress or suffering resulting from oppression or persecution; also : a trying experience) would be the signs that he is coming. And that the time in the beginning, the time when Adam ate of the Tokogae, (Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil), was the time that the tribulation began.
As I ponder on where my journey will take me, I know that there will be many times of stress and strife, of tribulation. It is in these times I know he is coming, he is working for my good, bringing me salvation and rest. There are many things in which we are to fear in these times, but we are not to fear the tribulation as it is a sign, a wonder that the Lord Jesus Christ has not forsaken us! It a sign that he is coming to claim his bride! He, the One, says prepare yourselves as the virgins prepare for the wedding feast. Be prepared to sit in the dark and wait upon the bridegroom and have your oil flask to refill your lamp when it is time to burn the light. Meaning, keep your spirit prepared for him. Keep your light shining for others to see! And do not give in to the eyes of the flesh that become heavy and you sleep whilst you are to be guarding your soul. Stay vigilant in prayer and seeking Him.
My Father in heaven comes for me and I am ready. Ready to do whatever the will be of the Lord. In the hopes that I will continue to let Christ’s light shine through me so that others can see what He has made!