Amen - Ra is the God that my Egyptian zodiac says I am born under.
I took interest in the Egyptian zodiac for two reasons;
first because of the name Amen, and second because it predates the others by thousands of
years.
Some faiths end their prayers by saying Amen, not aware of the fact that they are giving praise
to the God Amen-Ra.
In his right hand he is holding the symbol of life, and in his left a scepter.
He is the lord of the thrones, bringer of light, and life.
Sometimes he’s seen holding the khepesh war knife, in his right hand, and
depicted with the head of a hawk, as he takes on many forms.
I can relate to this because I’ve taken on these different forms myself;
sometimes a lover, sometimes a fighter, and always watching like a hawk.
As much as we’d like a world without Seth, there will always be somebody
who will mistake our kindness for being weak.
So stay strong, bring light, bring life, bring the good fight, and keep hawking.
Amen
hawking: taken from american slang
verb - transitive
•to look at, watch, stare, or eye. From the bird, hawk.
Quit hawking' me!
As i lay there thinking why hasnt is there so much evil in the world
If there a god why hasnt he came back what if he isnt coming back
What if there no god and we have to suffer from this place called earth
As i lay there thinking
You claim that you are a friend of mine,
but inside of your body, I find no peace of mind
You possess no hapiness so you seek to take a piece of mine
I may be locked in your jail but I'll be released in time
I was conceived in your womb of hurt and it made me insane in my birth
But even when Satan uses me for his work, God helps me to maintain through your curse
It's painful for me to believe that the only time that life has worth is when life goes back into
the earth
When I'm sick and tired, I want to sleep and rest in that belief
Because if I die painfully, I'd rather enjoy that stress than your relief
Even though my family may be accompanied by grief,
I hope that God will shine light on pain being my heart and mind's chief
And I hope that He'll forgive me for falling into your hellhole's depth
But I believe that He knows that while your demons controlled me, my spiritual freedom
cried for help
And when the time comes when tomorrow denies me breath,
I want you to know that death is in your grave because when you buried me, I died inside of
myself
To the divinity within all of us
The wind blows outside my window
Reeling mercilessly against the trees.
Its power deployed, their will to destroy
And I can hear them yell in rebellion.
Daring the wind to try with all its might
Had gone there before, they know the score.
They know the fury the wind can carry
Whatever is in store, they cannot ignore.
They stand out, proud, arms stretched out
Bonded are their souls, holding the same goal.
Their unity, a fortress that found no distress
They would face this trial as they did those prior.
It was their legacy born in tenacity
From the beginning, it was God given.
So that man would come to understand
The extent of his God given potential.
To walk his way through life's hills and valleys
Building character, until he is one in heart with the Creator.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 6/1/10.
Well there’s this place that I see in my dreams,
A place full of darkness and ear piercing screams.
Screams you have never heard before,
Screams so terrifying you won’t want to hear them anymore.
They make you want to run; their fear amplifies your own,
But you can’t run because this place is now your new home.
The only glimpse you have of hell and the terror it imposes
Is just for a second, just before the door closes.
Believe me it’s not a big party, where everyone’s having a ball,
No, it’s like a rubric cube, metal boxes housing the great and the small.
In a foetal position you are stuffed in this thick steel square box,
With a door that squashes you in, that has a six-digit combination lock.
You may believe in the party and see the devil karaoking your favourite song,
But it’s stuffed in a small box with loud screams going on and on.
At first you pray and plead to God to forgive.
But in vain you pray amiss, because you would not believe
Then you will question God and ask why?
Ending in you cursing, hoping God will let you die.
I had a glimpse of this from the glass tube I slid through,
Into a darkness so thick you could almost chew.
Knowledge, is a new key for me and a lady so dear.
We both, not too distant past, away from trouble had to steer.
To learn from our travails, we agreed to increase knowledge.
Letting God be the one who gives us the right tutelage.
But, the question is, just what God wants us to understand.
For many, many religions claim their exclusive inside brand.
After listening to them all, a wise man of Islam brings me new data so I can grow.
He suggested to pray to God for increased knowledge if life is going to flow.
For God, the creator, is the way.
And, there is nothing else to say.
Lo and behold, new knowledge flows into my arms.
New skills and abilities, improving all the time more valuable than alms.
This was the answer my lady friend and I suspected, shortly after we met.
And, upon this route we did, our lives set.
I now understand, no matter what religion pointing to the creator, you follow.
We all pray to the very same God, for which every man is a fellow.
You hardly ever hear it, when someone does a good deed.
God, made me do it.
You hardly hear it, when someone receives something in need.
In addition, did God do it?
You never hear of the amazing deeds, done each day for the poor.
God, helped do it.
Churches helping people, which are in need to pay bills,
Missions feeding many people; who would have nothing at all,
Is it God or just people’s good wills?
Then again, when someone kills someone, we might say.
The Devil, made me do it.
When people are sick, sometimes they are possessed by.
The Devil; did it.
You never hear of anyone possessed by good.
God; never did it.
Each of us has the potential of either good or evil.
We have the choice and choices, since times primeval.
Along with every decade and now chased by each,
I am a believer in both, God and Jesus, his son.
I believe their power, is beyond any others reach.
So why do we never say, God made me do it?
This is my explanation, what he did teach.
God cannot make, any human, do anything at all.
Free will; is the boundary, this is where; we take the fall.
In a world that has lost all control,
Where the enemy tirelessly battles for our souls.
We must continue to cry out to God day and night,
Let His strength shield us through this fight.
The battle rages but so many just do not see,
As ancient prophecy is filled, where will you be?
America once the lighthouse of all nations,
Now no longer the leader of hope and salvation.
We are ripping apart seam after seam,
Where children wander the streets, lost, lonely, and giving up all hope on ever achieving
their dreams.
At one time such a cornucopia this country God blessed and was the envy of all,
Then we thought we no longer needed our heavenly Father, so goes pride before the great fall.
We must stand united against these forces, and ask God to lead us again,
And bow our heads and ask for forgiveness for this country so riddled with sin.
Shine His light once more and let it burn through all the muck and the mire,
And let us once again live up to His standards and every desire.
What started it off
To believe in them
Spirits or Religion
Their is no God in men
Iconic figures
From past and present years
Ruling tribes
With tears and fears
Showing allegiance
To the Sky and Earth
As we all know
The planet of their birth
Nominated leaders
By ancient committee's
Who grew to rule
Ancient towns and cities
Power, Suppression
As their leaders are feared
To serve whose Gods
Why citizens are speared
Aztec, Inca and Egyptian Priests
Look above
Who do they greet
A cloudy sky
A starry night
If they opened their eyes
No Gods in sight
Civilisation's past and present too
Just needing something to look up too
Clever leaders, imaged thoughts
Create a God
Citizens bought
Man made icons
And planet earth's
Were worshipped divinely
For what its worth
Lava, statues, clouds and corn
From their countries
Born and sworn
If there is a God
Around us every day
Its Mother Nature
In every way.
Baal
Written by Catherine Reinke
Ancient sources tell us of one old God
forbidden from all others,
Yahweh declared he, from the sun,
named him Baal. His ceremony enticement
many could not resist,
believe one God only’ certain may this one.
Each morning clockwork He would arise
feeding nourishment they and plants alive.
Not only life give’th He in sun’s magnificent glory
how few could understand
why Yahweh to war went with Baal.
Fought in heavens sky for power supreme complete
resistance forces fought immense
until victory found when Yahweh produced his demon fail.
Destruction of our earth, when Yahweh flood waters sent.
Save select few , Noah and they
in his arch rescue set omnipotent God sail.
Declared… drown the followers of the sun!
Yet ,rise each morning Baal still won.
Today from the watery grave they have risen
those who worship all that Baal The Sun has given.
Plead we now, no more destruct us for such love
condemned to wait return of the arch homeless dove .
Mend your rivalry Yahweh with Baal, we pray
that in service both, in gratitude and love we may.
Who decided that I was to be born in sin?
Can life be judge at conception? At birth?
And when is the first sin committed?
When you cry out just to be held
And not out of hunger
To be warmed by the tranquil touch
Of a mother's loving arms and bosom
If a child is born innocent
Than how can we be born in sin?
Does a Just God place the burden of sin
Upon the new born?
Sins of the father upon the child
To generations hence
Thank you Adam and Eve
If God can not forgive the sins of the first
How can He forgive those of the last?
I squeeze the soft sand in between my toes
And gaze upon the heavens in the evening light
The enormity of existence
The belittling of self
If I could scatter the grains of sands into the beyond
Would they match the stars?
Born in sin
Before I myself could ever decide
I was condemn to die by being born
I wish I could stretch my arms and touch the stars
Embrace the stubble Face of God
And tell Him
Lord I love You
Is that not enough for You to love me too?
Born in sin
Two older ladies knocked on my door one day,
As i open the door ,this is what they had to say.
Do you believe that the almighty God will free your soul?
I said yes i do ,and it dont matter if im young or old.
She looked at me with a huge grin,
Your right young man,He will judge you in the end.
Heres a booklet ide like for you to read,
In it are words of God that everyone should heed.
I thanked the two ladies for the chat and the book,
They said your welcome sonny , now dont forget to take a look.
As i turned and walked in through the door,
I turned to say bye, but they were there no more.
I looked all around my yard to see,
But no one was there, it was just me.
To my surprise the clouds start to clear,
As if the doors of heaven opened and the angels dissapeared.
I knew i was visited that very same day,
By two angels of God,to have thier say.
As i open the book ,to my surprise ,
A picture of the two angels were stamped on the inside.
I went to my knees and started to pray,
For all the poor souls that had lost thier way.
Help them dear Lord, to take the right road,
For i know on thier shoulders , they carry a heavy load.
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