Sauls conversion

By grace we are saved after roaming the earth and implementing philosophies by grace it has been made known to me that there is one centre to everything: he's name is God and he lives and no mount of words from human wisdom could erase what he has shown me,many will not understand because they think with human mind and logic, but those who see with the spiritual eye and understand the works of faith will rejoice and be glad because the kingdom of God has yet again been expanded yes I am the Saul of this generation.

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If a challenge or situation does not change makutshintshe mna!!!!

Unaknowingness

While I was taking a walk I made an effort to look at every person my eye meets.I began to engage in an internal conversation with myself,you see when your eyes meet anothers you subject yourself to some unknown connection. Some eyes tel you a story,other ask you to find the story but I think I am the story reflected in those eyes. Eyes tell a story of loneliness,frustration nd lack of direction,some have forgiven life for happening to them,other eyes are big nd bright yet they resent life 4 gving them a structure so enticing yet they cannot see. Others avoid the look almost knowing that the connection is intense ,we cannot seperate ourselves frm pain we are the pain. We have lost our true state of being-love.

differences are the same

Differences are the same. We jump and sweat each day trying to invite people into our own reality. We are not content with what we have therefore we ridicule, question, and challenge others reality to make sense of our own. Is it necessary though that we mock the beliefs and values of others? is it some kind of rule within our own reality that to lobby people get them to conform is some kind of reward or sign that we are becoming more holier or purified a tag written "saint" perhaps. what is happening to tolerance? is it the fear perhaps that seeing a person being true to his/her own reality and you  acknowledging it will some how force you to give up the power you badly want to have...what happened to accepting people as they are loving them and not judging them? How much truth is the truth that someone else's truth seems not to be valid to you? trying to be a good person while you cannot be a tolerant person is futile in all its efforts. Differences are the same you judge me for being a harlot but you are not a virgin either, you mock my sexuality but you practise the same positions with your preferred gender. you ask that woman who remains in an abusive relationship why are you still with this man? yet your own boyfreind brings a different bum to your bed each week. differences are the same sin is sin but we sin differently which in the end makes it the same on the whole. Before you judge someone be intolerant or narrow minded remember that you are no less different but would like to think that you are...

what product are you?

Yesterday as I nestled in my warm blankets looking at the clear roof above me, appreciating all the tangible assets I have,it suddenly dawned on me that I have everything that I want and everything that society considers to be a need i.e family but as I thrusted deeper in thought  the question of the circumstances in which I was concieved came up....I was concieved by a couple who had experienced their fair share of life moulded to become decent adults who would also conform to their parents way of living. I had to ask myself was I a product of love unconditional love?? and sadly no. I was the product of pride and ego,with all respect to them they were too immature to have me then perhaps if they had me now....now that they are rooted in spirituality and refined emotionally  pure in  character I would've become a much better person. My point is that at our birth we are wounded and we inherit characteristics such as the ego pride and lust because its characteristics that our parents didn't rid themselves off hence we suffer this much at the attempt of finding wholeness because no it does'nt exist. fortunately religion and philosophy come to the rescue of many of us only when we acknowledge a higher poer we feel whole.sad really or not....

In the eye of the storm....

Amazing how during a tropical cyclone the calmest place is the eye I have come to realise the validity of such a notion in my own life. When the winds of change whisper in your ear and you don't respond they use other means when your destiny slowly manifests itself on you regardless of whether you agree or not....when you are baffled by the changing whims of your enviroment and you feel like the world is a terrible place there is a place I always go to,my refuge camp,this is where I get to really see what is happening around me and inside of me. Like the eye of a cyclone it is calm and surrender hapens automatically.... the cyclone of life can never be pleasant especially if we are resistant to change,but in the eye of it all the vision and the purpose of a new thing remains untainted free and ready to be grasped by you,I encourage you today to look to the eye of the storm which you are facing then you shall see the hope and feel the comfort that you long for..

In her womb....

The very first day I was on earth life stood for" living in fear everyday"  As an unborn child I had become accustomed to the very conditions I lived in ; a wet womb with no one else. These conditions were sufficient for me atleast I was secure I was safe and it felt like heaven. My mom would sing for me she would eat the correct food for my wellbeing  and I knew she wanted me to stay in there with her for a long time. we were intimate freinds for 9 beautiful months,those were excellent months . The time came for me to exit this glorious place that had become home, some call it biology some call it nature or progressive evolution I call it eviction. I was evicted from my own home, my mom tried to stop it with her tight vaginal walls and minimal strength almost prohibted me from coming out but it had been too late we were too involved now... if she would resist one of us could have died we wouln't take that risk. She squeezed that nurses hand as if pleading for my prolonged stay in her womb her screams were but warnings to me about how she feared the world she was bringing me into,her breath-or lack of showed anxiousness she knew things were about to change and instinctively knew that our bond our 9 month intimate period was about to be threatened and challenged. So I stretched her vaginal walls as if to tell her that each time I caused her trouble it should be nothing considering that kind of pain I made her scream I wanted to stay and we both wanted to be together hence it was so painful when we gave up,she let me out and I agreed,I cried unpleasantly not at the ugly nurses or their crooked smiles but because my reality the reality I had known had been tempered with and it would be messed up for the rest of my life.