Tag Archives: Heaven
Hand & Glove
It makes for a colorful scene! “Do you know what I mean?” The delivery of a promise doesn’t ensure it’ll get there in time. The package is sometimes lost! Who knows if they sent it with insurance? Now you are expected to perform at your own delivery! I heard somebody for New York exclaim “Nobody owes you a damn thing!” Some promises cannot be obtained.
“I know What I Said…But Ugh…”
Does this mean people should not promise in the first place if they have an idea that they won’t be able to deliver? When someone makes a promise, do they expect of themselves that they meet their goal? Is it important to remind someone of the promises they made with you? How well do you value a promise once it is given?
What is a promise? When someone says they can do something for you, do you expect them to do what they say would do? How would you know them to do anything if you’re unsure? And to what extent is someone forgiven for not delivering what they said they would do? If you believe a promise, does that make you delusional if that belief is not rooted in reality? If someone makes true their promise, does that make them trustworthy? What are the reasons we make promises to each other?
Do we build the walls or bridges when telling someone we will do something? Does the future of a promise matter more than the past promise? What about right now?
That’s when hope emerges. And, if you gonna hope for something, hope for something positive. It ain’t even here so at least make sure it’s tolerable and pleasant! Why imagine it to be misleading when it can bring glory!?
Hope is like a Hand & Glove. A fit like this is a protective measure against any possible danger. In order to ensure proper defense, one must carefully dress the hands in defensible gear. Clothes like these are designed to keep the hand free from bacteria. Somethings just fit. They fit because they find…
A rhyme. A twin. A reflection.
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Gloves Provide The Proper Insurance!
Miraculous!
Breaking free from this dimension is being visited by statues in our dreams.
Statues carved with red lettering, something that stands out and begs for recognition.
It’s becoming abundantly clear we are engaged in this spirit realm by our opening hearts.
It’s really just about allowing ourselves to see how everything is connected.
Nothing is separated. Realizing our universal link enables us to become more and more fearless.
The lettering captivates with such righteous thrill. Seeing all of these connections, and breathing the ways in which they link, fascinates the playful mind. I find myself constantly searching for the depth of a language to build a better understanding. I am beginning to see things as they are. And it’s fun because there is so much curiosity in the way things work.
I’ve been immersed in the miracle of how things are joined. Just simply seeing, how the universe is seen by specific mathematical coding. WHILE ALSO, along working with it, is the random and chaotic aspect. SO here we have two opposites of each other, working together and somehow creating a fluent language. It’s a war, and the conditions are extreme – but are never to the detriment. The relationship is a paradoxical one, due to the nature of its dichotomy. Look at it as a story or film, with a pivoting twist. A rushing Thriller! The contradiction at the beginning ends up affirming the stress.
It’s a lot going on right now! That’s what I’m just coming to terms with. I’m enjoying it, though! Especially since very important lessons are showing up and they are motivating me to take action. I have all of these doors openings, and I am just moving along with it. While in the process, it feels like this writing method here and making videos are ways of me sharing my lessons learned.
I swear I’m just sharing lessons from the classroom of life. There is no cheating involved, we all got the same answers just different questions. The homework ain’t so bad either. I always manage to do homework intentionally or unintentionally. 😀
Sound & Story
Don’t ever tell your kids they can’t listen to all kinds of music because it’s secular, worldly, or what you call ‘The Devil’s Music.”
It’s one of the worst ways to indoctrinate a child.
A lot of Pentecostal, Baptist, and NonDenominational churches in particular – really have a narrow view on what MUSIC is. (Or even what a STORY is, based on what some determine as explicit content.) Religious and conservative people alike, tend to preach the most against this.
Music is one of the best ways to learn about who we are. Rhythm makes you dance, and that ain’t ever a bad thing.
Start identifying with a context of sound and stories, before you generalize all music as being wrong or somehow unhealthy. For the longest of time, I never knew what a lot of music sounded like because I was afraid that it wasn’t right. I wasn’t taught correctly, so I ended up incorrectly interpreting what sound is.
Don’t be misled by some misinterpretation of what Good music is supposed to sound like or feel. Listen to all kinds of sounds and vibrations, and engage with clarity. The music ends up catching up to you anyway.
That’s the goal. It’ll bring you together somehow.
“Everything Comes From Sound, All Vibrating Under The Crown “- ‘AINTURNINAROUND | PLECTRUMELECTRUM | 3RDEYEGIRL | PRINCE
Sensual Orbits
My touch is like a multitude of mountains reaching the glories of heaven.
My words still cease on the street of doubt and inner tribulations.
Like Venus, my rotation is clockwise and I walk backward as Venus to the truth, I’ve always understood.
The peril of heartbreak spoke gently to my fragile soul.
This time, it’s as if the sensual orbits embrace the causes of desire.
You long for me to touch and yield fire to your yearning body.
Even in the thrust of my answer, your mind is deluded to my attire.
As you feel the passion inside of you like thunder, you’re still flashing as lightning first.
I am looking directly into the light and there is a cause to readjust or else I’ll be blind.
What’s more than the sensuality of our orbits designating a strict path of interest?
My prayers are reconciled with the galaxies of knowledgeable monumental pieces of data.
These orbits are sensual indeed as a conversation with a ghost dive at a charm I’m familiar with. Conversation invokes a detailed comfort which courts right at the kiss of lustful memory. I’m feeling the throbbing member which feels a reminiscent courtesy that is allowed because of a distant creation. The universe knows what great length creation took place, as we only struggle to make meaning in and out of its enormity.
Love’s Dictum
You’re surrounded by the marvels of human struggle.
You smile at rebellion as it motivates you to create the will to break free.
I never meant to translate that a future was inconceivable.
I just want more than meets the eyes.
“A depth into sensation wherein the glances of glory; transforms our hearts.”
Seeing the sunset of your character frozen into imagination; inspires me to break the ice and warm you through appending realizations of fire.
As time regurgitates itself, we can then move into a new transition.
The dictum of love; pronounces the authority; wherein the expression of its value is made known.
When we glance at the marvels and mystery of human struggle, we often are propelled to create. Often times, I have seen so many smiles at those who turn the wheel in another direction, those who don’t mind to STAND UP, when everyone says SIT DOWN! To keep talking, although they are threatened to be silent! There is a need to keep going in the midst of the war when love is truly pronounced; we can, by all means, continue with a motion that is welcoming! COLOR is a sensation. It is brighter than the odds of what is invisible. The deeper we go there, we will be able to see more clearly.
Then, there is the question of time. AND who hasn’t had something to say about it? We can look at Albert Einstein, and his theory on time or even other great philosophers and artists, who ponder at its measure. Can it be measured at all? IF it’s non-existent why do we program ourselves to its design? There is so much involved in the magic of LOVE, and I just want to encourage everyone to grab hold to it!
As we see those frozen into imagination, it is by the reality of fire we can warm those closest to us!
You indeed have the authority, to bring about a change!
Lingering Amputation
For those of you once in a relationship, you know how it is, to cut somebody off when you realize their position has diminished. Why keep a member still around, when the membrane is poisoned?
It’s the reality that becomes even more piercing when you move according to the flow. Not everyone is suppose to be in your life for a long time, but cutting someone off still leaves a lingering. The smell is as strong as fragrance; that keeps the aroma of the room in circle. The memories are valid, but the question is what comes next!
What do you do about a memory?
Do you simply ignore its stinging, flavor?
Or direct the memory in a new direction & apply a different meaning?
As the decision is made to amputate the poisoned membrane; what becomes of this; reckons in and out.
The sting of its absence; creates a distinguished lingering that begs for attention.
When you simply cut off a once well exercised member; you are then going to live with that disadvantage.
Usually; when living without; you begin to ponder about getting to a prosthetic.
Your nerves being the determining focus of your next action.
I encourage you all to watch the video, and perhaps maybe you all can relate to the message!
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 