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Speed Limit Fifty

I had a funny feeling today that forced me to go to the park and pray I was neither happy or sad but I felt a bit mad I jumped into my truck and drove to the top of the street and pulled out my bicycle from the car seat I rode down the park near London town to escape the horrible sound and the noisy traffic finally died down When I arrived at my favorite spot The phrase "river bank "shouted from a sling shot I quickly looked around but nothing was in the trees Nothing on the ground and nothing could be found But something mystical had me spell bound I walked over the rocks and found a comfortable spot and raised my head towards the heaven for a blessing The bare trees hangs proudly over the swelling river and the water raised anxiously over the rocks covering the path that leads to the other side Everything was still except the sound of water beating against the tired rocks and the sound of mother bird and her children chirping in the background Waves upon waves moves harmoniously down stream positioning themselves in the proper place Oh it felt as if I was having a day dream Here I am sitting on the rock latched onto the river bank The water is roaring beneath me but it cannot get on top of me I am sitting firmly on my throne planted in the rock buried deep beneath the ground watching aimless rocks floating purposeless in the river bed and desperately looking for a place to lay their heads The sun shone brightly upon me through the trees signaling that God has not forgotten me I have prayed a strong prayer for thee He has your back for the next round and no one can spin you around so don't be dismayed when things are not going your way I can't bear to see you frown I feel bad when your spirit is down He said he will stabilize your ups and down and he has driven the bad spirits out of London Town You have made a big turn around But don't be proud walk gingerly and speak honestly You must take the lead to stamp out misogyny, inequality and greed I prayed a strong prayer for King Saul too but the water around him is getting higher and the people around him are going under A big boulder is lined up on the river bank getting ready to roll over the land I grabbed my bike and left that place But when I reached the main road the sign speed limit fifty was staring in my face I wasn't sure what it was saying to me I stared at it for a while and smile and continued my journey along the path I have passed this place several times but never saw this symbolism so high I started thinking about fifty and its meaning but just when I thought about it my camera was not on me I rode back to the park and found the camera on the river bank I paused a while and tried to figure out everything in my mind The camera, the river bank speed limit fifty and a conversation I had about age fifty with a man that studied in England earlier on Everything started to make sense Its a confirmation about fifty I rode down the hill and read a scripture at various parts of the street that says sixty six east and west while I was standing at the signs praying five black birds flew low and circled around and went in the direction of sixty six west shortly a white van turned the corner on sixty west with sign on the van that says rigging 360 my heart started pounding and my spirit was groaning The lord God has sent a sign to remind me that he was not playing I circled around all the sign and prayed Then I went up to Front Royal West and place the cup at her feet and prayed a special prayer The atmosphere was clear and a strong sunlight radiated over me in front of the sign The answer was coherent The almighty God was there Speed limit fifty is your approval rating He is guiding you through the swelling river But the writing on the van that said three hundred and sixty rigging was indeed a master mind rigging job shouting loudly from King Saul's property.

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