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Moses declares here the Lord is God
for what great things God has done
since He created man on the earth
ask all of heaven's host God is one!
In the midst of fire did any hear?
God's voice has been heard and is alive
surely not for God is the Lord
the only one that can revive
The mighty works God done in Egypt
seen clearly before Israel's eyes
who heard God's voice in their ears
to be disciplined by the Lord on high
Through this means God showed His power
by bringing them out of Egypt so great
so they received an inheritance to this day
leading them through to heaven's gate
In heaven above and earth below
God reigns supreme there's no other
obey His commands and life will be well
with Jesus HIs son your elder brother
(The Lord Alone Is God)
“For ask now of the days that are past, which were before you, since the day that God created man on the earth, and ask from one end of heaven to the other, whether such a great thing as this has ever happened or was ever heard of. Did any people ever hear the voice of a god speaking out of the midst of the fire, as you have heard, and still live? Or has any god ever attempted to go and take a nation for himself from the midst of another nation, by trials, by signs, by wonders, and by war, by a mighty hand and an outstretched arm, and by great deeds of terror, all of which the Lord your God did for you in Egypt before your eyes? To you it was shown, that you might know that the Lord is God; there is no other besides him. Out of heaven, he let you hear his voice, that he might discipline you. And on earth he let you see his great fire, and you heard his words out of the midst of the fire. And because he loved your fathers and chose their offspring after them[c] and brought you out of Egypt with his own presence, by his great power, driving out before you nations greater and mightier than you, to bring you in, to give you their land for an inheritance, as it is this day, know therefore today, and lay it to your heart, that the Lord is God in heaven above and on the earth beneath; there is no other. Therefore you shall keep his statutes and his commandments, which I command you today, that it may go well with you and with your children after you, and that you may prolong your days in the land that the Lord your God is giving you for all time.”)
Deuteronomy 4: 32-40.
1. Emirates (UAE) that has not officially recognized Israel, made a historic flight to Ben Gurion Airport to deliver several tons of aid to "Palestinians." WEST-BANK refused the aid. Why? It was not consulted. Gaza - the rival Palestinian authority - accepted the UAE aid. My critics ought to research why the UN has NOT recognized a state called "Palestine." I love Israel & Palestine, because Jesus was a Palestinian and a Jew (best of both worlds, LOL!)
Israel has much to offer the world, its neighbors, and the Occupied Territories. But the excuses by "peacemakers" changed on both sides from Yassir Arafat, to Iraq, to Iran, to Syria, to Libya, to Hamas ... being the "OBSTACLE TO PEACE" (oft repeated, but a LIE). The west may enjoy the fact Palestinians are still paying for what Jews endured during Europe's pogroms, Inquisitions, and then Nazism.
2. I value Israel more than you will know ... not only because it is able to tell the West how they have been racist to Jews (starting GHETTOES in Italy in 1300s, not for Blacks, but for Jews). God re-created Israel to help us be better Christians, because Jesus himself was born a Jew, & observed all the LAW of Moses & enjoyed the Feasts. I hope to do so, which I didn't in 2 visits to The Holy Land (We did honeymoon at the King David Hotel).
3. SEEDS: Israel probably has the world's best and largest collective of UNADULTERATED plant seeds, or non-GMO seed-bank. Why? Israel and the Muslims have been disciplined with FOOD (our weak link). Most of us are experts on the Bible for making excuses to eat non-kosher junk. Israelis eat lots of veggies & dishes from CHICKPEAS - even if the Arabs complain, their food has also been stolen by their nuclear-power-neighbor. I celebrate Israeli agriculture & forestry. I treasure a painting of re-forestation in the 1950s by a Woman's Group, we have at home.
shalom, shalom!
4. O, I almost forgot; Israel got the clever, "useful" Nazis in hiding after Hitler's demise. Those Nazis and "our SOBs" - the phrase used by FDR, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, to protect the dictators of Latin America - we willingly or nilly-willy allowed to hide in the US and all over the Americas, were brought to justice by the modern State of Israel. I am a Christian & I may forgive anything; Israel is not Christian in that sense, and has the support of the world to get Nazis.
A TRUE AFRICAN
A true Africa believes in hospitality
Not in hostility of his fellow brother
He believes in the sound of drum of
Wisdom in his ears for transformation
A true African believes in obedience to the law
Not in disloyalty of the brotherhood
A true African believes in unity and progress
A true African protect his home and household
He is a good leader filled with love and passion
He never shade innocent blood but sing of oneness
A true African stands for peace
He stand for success and liberty
A true African is brave and couragerous
He endures hardship with hope and determination
He is faithful against all life odds and pains
A true African is inspired professionalism
He guide, protects, secure and manage his home
He stands like the Iroko, unshaken by the wind
He looks after his offspring like motherhen does
He is a lion of the forest so strong amidst pains
Though he may fall, but he rises
He is a true black brother in lifeline
A true black brewries perfection
A true black skin is an educated fellow.
Under the rain and sun, he walks diligently for a common goal for peace, love, underserved kindness
And smooth drive to rekindled prosperity
A true African believe in love
A true African believe in loyalty and orderliness
He welcomes division of labour among his brothers
He never slack nor is he sluggish with his time
A true African is humble, disciplined and mighty
We are Africans, we are truly Africans,
We stand and believe in our cultural values
Abundence and unity in cultural diversity
Our soil are fertile and welcoming
We are the world, Africans are the world
Gay marriage is not in our blood neither lesbianism
And homosexualism part of our culture
We have culture and tradition to protect and
To pass to posterity after we are gone
Our forebears guide us from behind
Truly, we are Africans, the world see through us
Wisdom, knowledge abode spiritually within us
All hail Africa, all hail west Africa
All hail Africa, all hail north Africa
All hail Africa, all hail south Africa
All hail Africa, all hail east Africa
All hail Africa, all hail central Africa
Mother Africa, we pledge to you with our lives
Unto you our resources and love goes to
Forever shall you be hail and be lifted.
they beat us away from our right
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our eyes
They beat us away from
Our right
They beat us away from our right
Yeah is all clear yeah so clear
Right in front of our view
Our legs shakes
Not cos we are not brave
Not cos we are wrong
Just we need our right
So they throw their bats on us
They spray us away with chemicals
Right in front of our view
Our legs shakes
Right on our stand for freedom
They beat us away from our right
So now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our eyes
They beat us away from
our right
They beat us away from our right
They say we are not disciplined
They say we are not satisfied
So what right do we have
So long they don't care
About our life's is not their worries
Our vote they need only
The rest is history
Is been this way for a very long time
Oh now the people are so confuse
This life so beautiful is right in
Front of our view turn ugly
Poverty on the lands everywhere
On deferent levels and styles
Boils of anger on the faces
Of the innocent hungry people
Now every where you see
Those protest
Those fight for freedom
Those hunger strakes
Those chants of justice
Yet right in front of our view
Our feet shakes
At those road blocks
They beat us so hard
So they throw bats on us
They spray us away with chemicals
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from our right
So now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from
Our right
They beat us away from out right
I thought freedom was free
Now is a fight
I thought freedom was free
Now we still trying to achieve one
I thought freedom was free
Now is a war
No I thought freedom is free
Now is on the hands of few
Oh no I thought freedom was free
But at the road blocks we fight
We try we protest
And I thought freedom was free
Not until they throw their bats on us
Not until they spray us with this chemicals
And now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else can we do
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from
Our right
Rob Brezsny reports
In 2004, San Rafael hosted a World Conference of Soul-Making
resulting in three schools for best PeaceMaking practices,
to which I will add one
more democratically inclusive,
less autonomously exclusive.
"The Ruminators
theorized that humans are born without [divine] souls
and can create them only through arduous,
disciplined rebellion against all [trauma-informed] belief systems.
The Resonators
agreed that soul [peace] isn't innate,
but insisted that soul-making is by no means difficult
...gathering good [health-humor] stories is effective [necessary]
and not at all hard [resiliently sufficient].
The Revelators
said every [individual] person is born with a [peace-full monotheistic] soul
in seed form,
and need only discover the [organic] 'blueprint'
of that [individual] seed
in order to attract the [anthropocentric] experiences
necessary to draw out its [integrity's] potential."
Regenerators
win/win hypothetically agree with all of the above,
born with a potential integrating peace seed,
we struggle with systemic traumas
win v lose dualistic pathological dramas
painfully dissociative
devolutionary ruminations
yet also
celebrate our greatest Gaian Synergy Story
of inter-religiously ecological
cooperative revolutionary culminations
resonantly anticipating
health-climaxing wealth
of panentheistic pronoia.
Re-ligiously con-scientious peace-making
within universally engaged
neurosystemic unitarian mindbody
and
compassionately pleased
ecosystemic bodymind
Re-membering roundly resonant Gaia's
mystical polyamorous vulnerability
historical pronoia transparency
anticipating interdependent EarthTribe's
soul-communing peace communications.
Once again, adding a culminating four-fractal fold
to three interdependent dimensions
closes a four-season healthy
regeneratively wealthy
peace-development story
Inviting our polyculturally expectant revisit
for yet more win/win synergetic soul food
Re-ligiously feeding spiritual Resonator minds of
con-scientiously breeding natural Revelator bodies for
re-viving more sacredly compassionate Ruminators singing
organically co-pleasuring ReGenerators dancing
to soul-full musing EarthPeace.
An unfamiliar voice received his miss dialed call, as he was standing at his 'crossroads of life'.
There was no flashing lightning or rolling thunder. Nor were prophetic words glowing in neon lights.
Determination was persistent, but not a trailblazer type. Destiny was very much alive, but very disciplined and patient.
One day Determination boarded a big bus name 'Quest'. He was among others heading for a city in the Mid-West.
Uncertain, and boldly charting a new course; but teary eyes lit up as the bus turned North on a Highway called 'Trust 49'.
He knew where he wanted to go, and assumed he would identify and recognize Miss Destiny when he met her.
Good advice, wise counsel, and persistent prayer, had brought him safely to a 4-way intersection.
He then boarded a city transit line called the 'X Train'. Before long, at the end of the line, he exited the train
and made a phone call. Searching for the next step leading to Destiny, he dialed the number. He had every reason to
believe that he had miss-dialed; but he inquired further,
and strangely enough, he was directed toward Miss Destiny.
In a way that he could never have imagined, about a year
after arriving, Determination met Destiny on the corner
of Availability and Uncertainty. With God infused assurance,
Determination had not found everything he was looking for;
and he knew that sometimes rain turns to deluges; but he
also knew that God would pull him out when he got stuck
in the mud. Determination had learned a few things on
the Highway of Trust; and he knew he was on the right path.
Through persistent prayer and Determination, he had found
traces of Miss Destiny. By God's Grace, he remains on course.
04042017 cj PS
I met a little fellow; at the local shelter;
I inquired as to the where-when-and hows;
That were required to adopt him.
Having demonstrated my ability to provide shelter;
And income necessary to feed him;
They proceeded to critique my way I loved and disciplined.
So I interrupted the Spanish inquisition and asked this;
If I’m qualified and deserving but lack the cash can I get the pet anyway?
Of course the answer was no and I commented how very human that seemed.
That night on the computer; I found out Purina pet food would pay;
My local S.P.C.A. was indeed on Purina’s list of participants;
And while at the shelter I noticed all the food being given was from Purina.
They denied knowledge of such an organization.
Turns out I really don’t have the cash on hand that it takes;
And by the time I do poor little Wilbur could well be BURNT ASHES.
And me the senior citizen; becomes yet one more victim of pretentious bull-****
This really wasn’t a poem now was it; but I don’t have a blog-site anymore;
But I’m guessing not only can we take poetic license; but also express injustices;
After all is it not life’s twits and turns that make up the jest of most poetry?
And now the piece of resistance people; this micro chip they demand is installed.
I’m sure there’s whole bunches of you all out there who will defend this;
But me I smell the stench of some ill conceived virus.
Such a virus that could eventually take away our inalienable freedoms;
A form of control and sounding much like; “Introduction to Big Brother 101”
Tell me they won’t cross reference to find a “Criminal” or a “Christian” or?
Take it in the forehead; take it in the hand;
Don’t try to get away from it; there’s no way that you can.
Give it to your pets for now; till we get it up and running
It’s for the good of all of us; or we’ll maybe miss his coming.
Something’s happening here; but what it is ain’t exactly clear;
Me-I’m not interested; I don’t roll dice nor do I play follow the leader.
So God bless poor little Wilbur; I’m sorry they caught you and I love you.
I’m sure you deserve better then you’re getting; but forgive them they don’t know.
Since childhood I’ve dreamed of having a happy family,
I’ve dreamed of seeing my other siblings in harmony;
Like seasons of the year where changes can be seen,
Similar to our human experience dubbed with ups and downs.
As a child I experienced the pain of losing my loved ones,
especially my own father who I never saw when he passed away;
He’s far away, confined in the hospital with my older brother.
I cried so hard, went to my parents’ room and blamed God.
It was one of the great storms that knocked us down,
my own mother had all the responsibilities to shoulder;
She brought us up with all the sufferings and pains
She bore with them like a humble servant of all.
My mother’s mother continued to support us in many ways,
She became part of our disciplined Christian formation;
Her love for us was like a gauge of a mother’s love,
with interiority of faith and mission to think about the poor.
Her role model in our family became a challenge for me.
She impressed in my mind how to live as a responsible man;
given the chance to explore my life in the world of today,
undaunted by fear; encouraged by those who really dream.
The painful spike in our journey as fatherless in the family,
was the tragedy of envy and hatred that truly ruined us;
Yet with an attitude of love and forgiveness deep inside,
I would say that God never sleeps - to be of help to us.
Along with my family relations who came into the picture,
their soaring irritation and impatience to assist us heretofore,
Just a lesson, a part of history that makes me recall in prayer,
a gateway to reconciliation, a ministry to those in trouble.
As themes on faith, knowledge, love and oneness with God
continue to be the revelations of Christ in our journey as persons;
I feel that he’s never written in straight lines but rather in crooked ones,
some of them are our own lines and living witnesses in this world.
I really miss my own mother, my own father: my parents,
in spite of their weaknesses and shortcomings as human beings,
Their love and sacrifices for their children never failed,
because they’re sibling souls who knew about God’s love for all.
Part Two
Till October comes around with its bounty
The granary stuffed to the full
Lush fruits still pulpy and juicy
Ripen to a filthy rashes on skin brashness
The greenness of innocence
Turned to an over-ageing dun-yellow
Tell-tale sickening silliness
Soon detached the firm leaves will lie
Thick on the ground spurned and trampled
Earlier than the appointed hour
No matter
Recourse to pins and stitches
Breast uplifts
Straightened nosebridges
Dead Indian women’s chevelures
High straining buttressing stilts under heels
And thick sticky chemical tasting paint
Squeezed carcasses concentrated musk
Furs of bludgeoned seals and foxes
Haute couture paid through bankers’ loots
Or the easy secret service paid trysts
Through hard-earned tax payers’ sweat
In five-star deluxe hotels
Will lengthen the hour
Yet
In the boudoir
Yes
Pity the woman
She has but a score years
from teen to thirty-five
Before men take her
for a whore
Some women know this well
And cleverly work to use this sell
She’ll kick and thrust her lolly chops
from bum to cheek
In the later Heaven’s southwest sky
Fascination oozing from her loins
The sacred portals of propagation
Bruised all over under fire-dragon skies
Bloody a limb or two out of joint
and the gnawing ignominy
Of having relented in June
Sowing your wild oats
with the blessings of 13.7 billion years
The trained and disciplined chromosomes
Without the company on whom to work her wiles
and sap nourishing energy to continue
She’ll seek the riotousness of her ilk
and at autumn’s summit
At the height of smoldering flesh
When worms and germs
will make a merry feast
Of the beast in her meat
Let her fade away with her booty
Seek not to set right wrongs
You have only yourself to blame
For thinking easily entered gamboling
Will not be made out to be your aim
For weren’t you then the spirit consoling
© T. Wignesan, May 10, 1987 (rev. 2012, from the collection: Lessons of Change, 1987)
Tomorrow is pregnant
no one knows what it would bring forth
Boy or a bouncing baby girl
Perhaps the unfolding mystery of good and evil
Thou art the hand made of Nature
dearest blessed and adores by nature
flew thou far from good excuses
it does nothing to thy humble soul than destruction
laugh so hard that even sorrow smiles at you
Fight so strong that even fate accept defeat
Love so true that even hatred walks out of the way
live so well that even death loves to see you exist
Remember, no horse get any where until he is harnessed
no stream nor gas drive until its confined
No life ever grow great until its focused
dance with the sun and yet forever young you live
Drink in the company of the moon and be happy
in you lies the fault if dwells in the past
look perfectly before you leap
Just like the a duckling taken to a strange yet familiar land
kill elaborate rationalization and justification of not taken actions
Remember, you can achieve almost any goal you set
If disciplined to race to pay the price
Do something, do anything
With body and soul so pure like the snow
Remember your two worst enemies, fear and excuses
Take ye control of thy soul
In dinner before dessert
Success is its own reward
Never excuse your self, never pity your self
Be a hard master to your self and be lenient to everyone else
Hold yourself responsible for a high standard
than any one expect of you
Appreciate the might and force of habit
Remember to break those habit that breaks you
And hasten to adopt those favourable
See no more the mistake of your ancestors
Disciplined is the bridge between goal and accomplishment
Remember excellence then is not an act but a habit
Remember talent is never enough to excel
Courage is not absence of fear, it is control of fear mastery of fear
Beware of endeavouring to become a great man in a hurry
these are fearful odds, many eyes watches you
Over come the fear of rejection and conquer self
Reason before you act and keep self focused
A cleansing scarf would adore your face forever
when remember all these.