Why would we want a heaven without loving consciousness to experience and recall friendships infinitely? Silly to think that God would allow us such fond thoughts, and not Himself cherish tender togetherness above all else. Wrong to think that such depth of bliss, such profound cohesiveness could spring out of random evolution unmediated -- Have no doubts. Heaven is our Live Feeling Eternal Companion, and not a random Spiritual Stranger, writer of previously unknown preference and vocabulary.
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Faith is vitality for man's spiritual-heart, mind, and soul. One a day as a prophylactic, but excess will only do you better.
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We are equal only an official document, not on actual facts. Are we capable of knocking down the walls of contradiction, or continue
to ignore social oppression and not bring those needed changes to reinstate morality?
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In tough times, remember that every storm eventually passes, and we emerge stronger than before. Let's keep holding onto hope, for it's the light that guides us through the darkest of nights. Remember, even if you find yourself alone, know that within you lies the strength to endure. You're not alone in your journey, and brighter days are still ahead. Stay strong and keep believing in yourself.
By: Innantia Magcanya
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Some things are best left to professionals~ like God! He is my sole/soul Authority and Source when it comes to spiritual matters.
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"Situations and people do not control our behaviour or our personality."
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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King James is the Living Word, and not an intellectual commentary: if you don’t understand it, Then Get yourself Alive!
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The bible speaks of clay...I guess, made of sand-castles, eventually washed away by tide would work in the same context. Fortunately, body is only our carriage of descent, carrying substance of Spirit-omnipotent.
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Slow learners are not at all dumb actually their are quite the opposite. They are like moths that slowly transforms into magnificent butterflies.
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A mother's embrace is nature's purest sanctuary. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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United by love, fortified by loyalty, family remains a sanctuary even in a chaotic world. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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O Moon! You are the fire in my character, you are the water carrying depth and intensity, you are the air in my strength to surrender, you inside my earth grant me patience and devotion.
Allow my tatva to embrace wisdom n be righteous in every situation.
For you have never taught me to fall, hence I shall always rise!
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful.
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.
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Love invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes.
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"Children are not sent to schools just only to get knowledge, but also to think themselves. For a good knowledge can be acquired through thinking of new sublimations, experimenting life's equations and exploration; —so as to arrive with the light of philosophy, self-awakening, realisation, actualisation, esteem and confidence and ignite fire on every junky view."
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We travel from God, toward God...to eventually realize, we had never left Him nor Him us.
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One must respect others if to truly respect one's self -- each of us is a physical extremity connected to God's greater spiritual body of all encompassing love.
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The vast majority of us were raised to believe in some type of a greater good ; whether that being God, or any other faith to follow. Yet it seems the differences would ultimately lead to conflict, where the strength of fellowship would reach out with an overpowering embrace. This consolidation then leads to eventual dilation, where outlying extremes ferment towards a secular brew.
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Jesus went behind the enemy lines of empire with no physical armour, no sword, no army and defeated the might and power of the Roman Empire, and all empires, past, present and future. He did it by wisdom and insight, spiritual power, identity, love and a cross mixed with His resurrection, ascension and glorification. The Romans had no idea what happened. Nothing has changed much has it?
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"With God's touch, the night opens up with wonders for our hearts to be fill with spiritual blessings."
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THE COMPLEXITY OF FRIENDSHIP AND UNWAVERING TRUST IN GOD
We were instructed to select a single best friend by listing their names. However, the friend I nominated chose someone else, and the person they chose didn't reciprocate. The situation was filled with distractions from one person to another. Hence, the only truly reliable entity is God, and Him alone can we trust completely.
BY TURYAGUMANAWE MATHIAS
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"Love at first sight must actually be a thing, something for which there is no protection, no masks." from the short story "Covid Love" by Max Burchett.
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One does not write about a whole lot of different things, subjects, without having done a whole lot of different things, subjects already and those made-up (Imagination, a soullful consort of the aritist) -- a lot I am not particularly prowd of...and a lot I am. It is a spicy mix that salts and peppers poetry of interest. Not a necessity, but far easier to write after one has actually done something.
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We are made of God substance, the light of His Will our spiritual star and navigation. We travel from and back to God, but never separate of God, the only imagined dim of nurturing relationship, is man's conscious denial -- the anarchy of dark delusion.
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