WEIGH THE MINUTE! TYPO OR FATE? (CH. 6: CONGREGATIONAL SONG? ALL TOGETHER NOW!)

*This is a 10 chapter endeavor that will be completed on December 21, 2020. The remaining 4 chapters will resume respectively as follows : 


11.21.2020 //

12.7.2020 // 12.14.2020 // 12.21.2020 //*

 

 

“sing along to my tun3!
follow my l3ad!
take caution, l3st you wander off to a m3lody that’s not min3!
hold onto the not3 that i’ll giv3 you :
that’s right!
carry along…
harmoniz3…
stay in the sam3 k3y!
don’t st33r too far!!
i can help you when you’r3 lost!!!
th3s3 l3ssons ar3 only for thos3 willing to stick to th3 not3s!!!!!!
you only g3t this shot and this opportunity isn’t bas3d on luck!
pr3par3 to b3 r3buk3d, when you r3vok3 my instruction !
i’m s3rious about this!
you can’t b3 joking around with your actions!
THIS IS ALL THAT MATT3RS – not your promis3!
how far ar3 you going to go?
D3P3NDS 3NTIR3LY ON MY MOTION!
trav3l light!
& pack with int3ntion!
but you must follow through – on my command!
W3IGHT THE MINUT3!
not too fast !
you ar3n’t following m3 anymor3 –
you’r3 off the lin3!
S33!!!
this is what happ3ns wh3n you don’t AGR33!
you hav3n’t r3ach3d the point of rhym3!
disdain! ord3r – i say! 3h, what3v3r – mak3 your own nois3?!
this c3rtainly has nothing to do with m3 anymor3!?mayb3 that’s how you lik3 it?!!?
– SiNgAlOnG2m3!!!

 

the truth of reconciliation is not always fun, especially when you’re very well versed in damaging behavior. it can be like ink on your hands not easily capable of being washed away with regular soap and water. it always takes more than what we’re willing to put in. sometimes you got to put some elbow grease with it!

 

“lEfT to write ! right to READ! brush to break a part the fat & GREED! UP & DOWN, side to sLiDe – foam through the mix and gLiDe!

take a lease on the GrEaSe – and work to ReLeAsE with no will to ever CeAsE – sauce your elbows and keep the pEaCe !”

GRANNY LIGHT would often tell TOMSON when making pancakes and fish – “You can’t be cute with the flip,.” Which was another way of saying – just get to the bottom of the surface and turn it over.

she wanted TOMSON to be cute with how he laid, the fish down. after seasoning the fish and making sure, the castor oil was hot before putting it in to fry – you needn’t worry about being burned. TOMSON knew the burn would sure nuff come, if he just threw the fish in the skillet as if he were afraid. GRANNY LIGHT, taught him how to lay it down cute. this soon became a lesson in TOMSON’S life, if he were ever going to turn over heads in the church by viewing the world differently, he had to be wild about it or at least cute with it.

TOMSON became quite aware that most of his traditional leanings were having less and less of an effect on himself, but this did not deter him from going back to his hometown in Shreveport, for summer. TOMSON never really liked Albuquerque, mainly because he was mainly missing his friends and the atmosphere of HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL!

While he didn’t agree with most of what they taught back at HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL, he learned how to eat the fish and spit out the bones. they preached a lot about hell and fiery damnation to all of those who did not get right with G-D. He became more and more annoyed at this message because he heard it more than hearing about the love and grace of G-D. in a heated argument with one of his best friends. he was told how Albuquerque was changing him into a more secular form of himself.

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TOMSON never understood why his friend and so many others were so persistent with such an uninviting message about damnation and ‘LIVING HOLY’. It seemed the ONLY people who found that kind of scare tactic message to be of service, were those who were familiar with that kind of cut dry teaching to begin with. the way TOMSON saw it : that message certainly did not increase the membership of HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL, in fact it seemed more people left the church than joined after Hurricane RAYKWAN. when Tomson remarked this to his friend, he said that “the way of holiness is narrow and that while many were called BUT only a few were chosen.”

nonetheless, TOMSON still loved the energy of HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL and some familiar faces we’re happy to see him. TOMSON was getting even more confused by the amount of contradictions that were fully justified at the expense of traditional reliance. people there did not seem to be as confused as he was because they seemed to have more answers for questions. in fact, ‘confusion’ was often frowned upon whenever one admitted to its presence.

 

“For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints.” (1 Corinthians 14:33)

TOMSON always heard THIS as a response to any confrontation with confusion. he found it as one of the biggest paradoxes Confusion and Peace seemed to inhabit the same space on more than one occasion. certainly a hurricane and sudden change of pace – would cause some initial confusion, “for the story has yet to be told.” Tomson began to see that both OVERFLOWING RIVERS AND HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL – though they contrast, in some key ways, they simultaneously maintained a business minded structure. 

one in which by pressure, then OBLIGATED them *by doctrinal infallibility* to participate in giving and to do so with JOY ! but at what expense? TOMSON thought! the numb3rs in the bible appeared to reveal themselves in moving form in TOMSON’S life, except only now by specific percentages.

while the fear of hell began to dissolve in the evolution of TOMSON’S growth – another dichotomy of “give and receive” arose. TOMSON remembered eventually giving MOTHER VIRGINA the combination meal he ordered for himself and was told afterward ” G-D is gonna pour you out a blessing, that you won’t have room enough to receive!” while TOMSON smiled at mere poetry of this notion, it was exactly the type of obligation that both OVERFLOWING RIVERS AND HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL justified at various lengths if one would not ONLY give cheerfully but also RESPONSIBLY.

TOMSON AND RAPTUS began the quest of uncovering UNM3RIT3D FAVOR which expanded them beyond the confines of any legalistic appeal of “The CHURCH” and as such – they made it their S3ARCH, to break *and to help other’s break* completely free from any obligation which was tied to a baseless tithe. as it turns out, you could rob G-D – even when under a kN3W COV3NANT.

MIGHT // ABLE

The following script is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…’ which is due to release at the beginning of 2019.

Maybean: Hey Fo’sho!!! I was thinking about bringing to light an idea that has been stalking me in the back of my mind.

Fo’sho: Really Maybean? Why don’t you bring it into light, that way you can see if it’s a good idea or not?

Maybean: Perhaps I will. It would be nice to see what was done in the dark manifested in the light.

Fo’sho: Let’s do it. I’ll get started on the preparation.

Maybean: Well, I’m not ready yet, I’m still working on the basic idea.

Fo’sho: Let me know when you are ready, I can help you with the basic layout. If you don’t mind.

Maybean: That would be cool. I’ll try to remember when I get all the ideas in a clear format.

Fo’sho: You sound hesitant against my help.

Maybean: Well perhaps, I’m just not totally clear about what I want to do, yet.

Fo’sho: I’m capable of following out the plan for you?

Maybean: But the plan is still haunting me. It’s like that word that is on the tip of your tongue, that you can’t fully pronounce. Like seeing the picture in your head but being unable to illustrate all the fine details.

Fo’sho: You rarely if ever get the details fully flushed out. I can help with that if you are willing to receive my help. I need more than your willingness. I want you to sign my name so that I can show up on time.

Maybean: However, I am not totally sure if this idea is as fluid as you see it. If I work this idea with you, it won’t just be my idea but ours. You might add to it somethings I don’t want to be in it.

Fo’sho: How would you even know, if you haven’t even got the basic idea out?

Maybean: I suppose you are right.

Fo’sho: I volunteered to help you bring it out of the midnight corners of your mind. Whatever is out there in the dark may be bulky and less specific– you may be unable to do it on your own. We can collaborate on this together, if you want.

Maybean: I suppose, I don’t know? The way I measured the idea in my mind was just a scent and shade of something that had the potential to be bigger. It is not capable of letting me go. (*I don’t believe the idea will be given to someone else*.) I don’t have to say it over and over for me to remember it. It only takes once, and I’ll go back to it until when I can fully build on it. Perhaps, you can help me bring it out, a little later? Once I pull it beyond the shadows?

Fo’sho: Understood. By the way,

remember that script I told you, I was working on?

Maybean: I think I know which one you’re talking about.

Fo’sho: Well whether you think you know or have simply forgotten, that script is already done. I’m waiting for it to be edited so I can submit it to my publisher.

Maybean: The reason why I say, I THINK is because you never clarified which script you were talking about. You had several scripts you were working on. I wasn’t sure.

Fo’sho: My bad, I’m talking about the script about the drug planted by the government and addictive prostitutes entwined to it.

Maybean: I don’t recall that script? It matters none! Cheers! I’m glad you finished it.

Fo’sho: Yep, I been working on it for months, but I remained disciplined and I finished it before the due date.

Maybean: That’s remarkable!

Fo’sho: Have you ever thought about abiding by a specific guideline to help you bring out your ideas to light? It could help with your productivity. It helped with mine!

Maybean: Nah, I haven’t thought much about that.

Fo’sho: Well wouldn’t you want to try it now that you see it may work for your benefit?

Maybean: I May do that. I mean, you don’t see me suggesting to you my method of flushing out ideas not because you can’t do it but because it never occurred to me that you might find it interesting.

Fo’sho: My method seems more productive, but then again, I haven’t tried yours.

Maybean: And neither have I tried yours.

Fo’sho: I guess we both got work to do. Or we can continue blind? I suppose it doesn’t make much of a difference, if we arrive to the same lines of action.

Maybean: Our lines may be similar – they don’t got to be the same – you do your thing and I’ll do mine!

The Siren Language

When I wake up from my slumber the sounds are loud and they rumble within my ears. I must meet the day for life has served me some demands. It ain’t like I can sleep in and snooze the clock this time. Those days are gone. If I really wanna make a difference – I got to be about the noise and learn just how well those sound decibels ring.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t even hear myself. I’m going deaf at the noise and I can’t let it go. I’m the one to blame for even as the environment has chosen me, I subject myself to the noise. It’s like being in a stadium filled with crowds cheering. Who’s team would silence be on? If I took the pledge to not say anything until I was awakened – would that make a difference in the game?

It seems we can only muster a small difference if we want to see a big change. We can all take small steps to a vision while having a large heart of ambition. We are all doing something to respond to the noise. A loud conviction is set to awaken a belief inside. We are the messengers of sound – hoping to say something that’ll make somebody listen. Not all of us are listening but the alarms give us the feeling.

I’m having to learn the siren language. The frequency of alarms in which life reminds me to keep up with objectives. Promises that have been made are expected to be kept in spite of the timing of the alarm. The lights are as good as flash signals. As they pulsate in connection with the sounds, my ears vibrate.

I can offer no excuses as to why I did not complete what was already promised in my intent. When you claim you want something, you got to work to get it. The noise is to awaken you from your supposed slumber. Get to business in spite of the vibrations in your sphere.

Trembling noises are setting fire to my tongue, begging me to learn again. It’s like hearing a new language being spoken to you all the time. You might be able to decipher a few words but everything in between is foreign. It’s not always easier committing to learning a new language.

Swedish is my newest language to understand. It’s not necessarily easy and while it shares a resemblance to English the pronunciation isn’t as slippery. Meaning the words don’t flow as cool as I’m used to. Words get caught in between my southern dialect. Swedish is more like sandpaper with deep vibrations as an accent. I have to train myself to talk slower and as if I have mucus in the back of my throat. (This ain’t easy, B)

There’s more to language than just Speaking, Listening (Understanding), and Writing (knowing when to use certain characters in the top of the alphabet. It’s a process and the sirens have been going off for a while in my head.

The siren language teaches me all sounds can be understood if by paying enough attention. It will cost me several frustrations and slurs but with proper listening – I can awaken without disruption. I can’t slack tho. EVERYDAY. I MUST practice. That’s the biggest gripe with it. I have to surround myself with something new and leave no room to slack.

I’ve been blessed with a partner that speaks Swedish among other languages which will make these sirens a bit more durable. (Thanks, Baby Girl <3) Submitting to what I don’t know – to learn. To grow. To not be so stubborn when it comes to learning. I’m working on it – it’s just I need to work a bit harder so my brain can take it all in. Until then….

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BTW: I’d hardly call this new Project from The MJ Estate NEW – all of these tracks have been released. If you wanna give us a project feature something never before seen. Something really new, otherwise along with learning Swedish this project is another siren in my ear! 😀