An Honest Fate Grace Chapter 1 A Poetic Prose Stream Of Consciousness Effort

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This is the 1st chapter! You can make any chapter the buffer chapter! Leading on to the beginning of any chapter!

I will tell you the secret of this book. There are only thirteen chapters. Take the titles away, figuratively, and any chapter flows right into the next in any order! No matter how you would mix them up!

Starting from the beginning of any chapter that you would choose to begin with, or end with, or; vice versa lol!

Start from the middle chapter all of the ways to all of the chapters mixed in any order! To tell the continuing story just as you would desire to do so for yourself!

"After you are finished with this book, well this book is interactive with the reader!" "Mix the chapters around, and start and or end any chapter as the ending or the beginning chapter! Moving on to the next chapter that you pick for yourself to read until your choice of the ending chapter!"

Lol! This book is a book of alternate beginnings and endings! This book recycles itself! You're in charge of this effort, and also how this particular story begins and turns out!

Open the next chapter in a new window or all of the chapters in new tabs firstly, to apply yourself to this effort!

Follow the links to the next chapter, at the end of every chapter to do this, firstly.

Then, close each tab and chapter when you are finished with each chapter! So you can take charge and also keep track of what you have just read, and; still need to read!

Lol, have fun! I wrote this for an all mixed-up self! So why not write this book for everyone, that may just be like me?

Lol, thanks for reading, friend!

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I am fifty years of age. I only have a General Education Diploma. Thanks for your effort' in reading.

This book below and continuing after this link below is for all of those of us, that suffer from, any; restlessness. All based within our obstinacy toward any part of this life, toward the Creator of all life, and or any unreasoning indifference towards these people and things. All aimed towards this life and a seeming and ever-evolving prejudice Leading us all to feel discontented and irritable resulting from these efforts'.

I hope that this book will help still these foreboding' within us.

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You can smite me, and or deny me, but you will never divide me, any more than I can do this too, with, and or all for myself!

No, I am not a victim anymore!

With everything that I or you can apply ourselves towards; this is all a greater opportunity! To forgive any of our character defects and or continuing shortcomings within this endeavor of our Creator's Love for all life, and His Forgiveness, and Mercy of any part or piece or person within this life. As we work towards this effort with Him; together!

Even if you will not allow for this blessing for yourself? When you are ready, I welcome this wealth of opportunity, for you as well!

Until then, friend, I pray that our Creator keeps us both safe and protected; from ourselves.

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<center>. 153 Words . An Honest Fate . Preface .

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We could all say two
things, about the moment:

1) Whatever we look for is already supported and
surrendered to all of us within.

2) What we may continue to need is just what keeps us desperate
determined and free.

I) Yes, the less that we accept now the harder anything is to accept
later.

II) Whenever we support another special someone or something
with all that we have minus any of the strings we receive the
very same thing.

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1) Call me all sentimental but I've been informed
we are all the mighty bounty for one another.

I) What we support as we surrender this away
freely frees all of us unconditionally.

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1) No, there is no greater action with
more potential than there is to love
to offer mercy and to forget just as
much as we forgive.

I) Just as very much as we let
go of any bitterness so within the
consistent and continuing grace of
this moment we all get to live in peace!<center>

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. 2,690 Words. An Honest Fate. Grace. Chapter #1.

So as I willingly desire to know our Creator if I truly look I find I've really only ever known His love for me to be one open and genuine - no more, or less than Heavenly; unlike me.

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I wrote this below and the chapters here and forthcoming as a chapter-book stream of consciousness effort originally. For all of our Creator's Love breeding within me today. This is the first chapter below. There are twelve more chapters forthcoming after this one. I wrote most of this under the use of heavy drugs and alcohol within our not so distant past. I am sober as I am willing to remain under our Creator's Protection and Care. Sober today I have rewritten this first book. That I had written and released some six or seven odd years ago as an amendment to this world, as well as to myself. That I feel today was put out there within this world prematurely. Thank you so very much for reading, and for blessing, all life, with your support. My hope is that I offered this effort here just as our Creator Desires. So here goes, lol!

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Yes, this is such a touching effort, our Creators Love supported and surrendered to all life. All-the-more that we support this as we surrender this away as well, we are free, eternally!

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Hardship is merely intended to force us to draw close to our Creator. We find our comfort and understanding only when we allow Him to draw us closer to His Bosom. When we do we are brought to accept Him as He is and will always remain to be in all of His Generous and Ever-loving and Mighty Character. Thereupon His bosom, we grow to understand all life; just as we will only begin to come to know and love and honor Him as we seek to know, love, and honor another special something or someone; just as we would; with ourselves.

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Such are these days floating along the river Nantucket, picture frames of days gone by forever sublime in my mind's eye reflected upon from time to time. Oh, and so now how you know how I've lived to breathe in this generous surrender of our Creator's Perfected Love and Grace for all life, continuing on into and all throughout eternity.

Yes, truly what an honor, this ever-fragile; and sweet Grace. Yes, perfect a righteous gift this is. The day waiting patiently for me in the morning, with my coffee in hand moccasin slippers blessing my tired, but willing; feet.

Waking up to it the gentle waterfall awaiting me cascading down into a shimmering crystal still fresh and wildly rippling, gently churning pool of dreams. The many wonders of an alliterate and willingly wilful life.

Our Creator's Grace proving everyone each, in the beauty of their innocence, in the perfect truth, the honest reflection of their true influence, beyond the shadows of their recourse.

Yes, because I believe yes Prose Poetry; is the spirit of liberty, the harmony of the heart picked up and carried along by the tender hands of the wind. Or; if you will consider this is the voice of our Creator's ink being spilled onto the innocence of this parchments' humble task.

Prose Poetry is the raw capturing of all of the varying and continuing search for the proof of the considerable truth of our Creator's gentle culmination of tender reasoning for all life. Applying ourselves towards this effort, this is the precise origin of His and our soulful feeling. Like removing the sharp pain of the bloody glass shards bludgeoned under our foot.

Prose Poetry; is the perfected, beauty, and the regret of the opportunity as such of this moment finally realized but was; once, the tragedy of time, wasted considerably. Prose Poetry is the open provision, the consistent expression, the Gracious discernment, the expansion, the patient journey into the full acceptance of this Life's determined, and ever-gracious gift, of the union of the faithful, and the ever-avidly faithless offering their broken faith all back up to our Creator; finally. To perfect for them, for all of us, rather generously, and ever-continuously.

Yes, believing we are all but as ash, no greater nor less than anyone or thing other than the challenge of our quill in this wondrous world in any respect! Yes, all based upon this effort with Him, this is where and when we all find out just how much through our Creator; we are all so illustriously, perfected through the expression of our consistent and continuing surrender to Him.

So I wonder now why this is, we all don't sit down; maybe, sometimes, and lay down our swords hey maybe more than one time, and write?

Grace, our Creator's Faith, yes His Patience, Mercy and Joy, and Thriving Belief, the Honest Humility, and True Absolution. Who themselves do not desire or cry out from within, for the Solace and Security of these ever-active blessings. All Supported and Surrendered to all life by our Creator, within our Journey with Him! Towards the full acceptance of these efforts within our Consistent and Continuing Abandon, towards; all of them?

For I have felt and seen, that gracious, our Creator's Love Exults the very principals and the generous surrender for all of eternity of His Open Will, far, far Greater than our very own, left all alone. Without our consistent and continuing and ever-spirited and generous welcome of Him.

Perfected innocence, wantonness, and a driving hopefulness, and true liberty, like a driving rain went all sideways up and then down and again then round and round up down then side to side then and again and again infinitely. Yes, overt from the day they were born, raging winds could not defile because docile, they remain amenable, an endearing vision of truth, though however, fragile.

No greater joy is there for me, nor anything more purely Divine, bridging the expanse, between my bitter abhorrence, and my own tendentiousness; and my unbridled greed, and a genuine; injustice, and our Creator's immeasurable; Peace.

So taken in by the wheat fields supplicating mid conciliate wind's, teeming I tarried to view them. As I did amble along amid the swaying stalks so very felicitous to be alive. So yes in quiet reverence to our Father in Heaven, touched by their faithfulness I offered again to Him for His Promise culminated for all life; my very prayers for all life, and the generous movement of my will ever-eager at its very essence in my search, for this Mighty Power's Will for each of us.

That we may each work for certain for this ever-advancing effort together with Him and with everything within this life, eternally. Just as this is this hope for all of us here and now, just as this is, infinitely for us with this "Power" in Heaven.

Yes, because if I were to have my way, the welcome of those bygone days. Then I'd be sure everyone would know. My hopes for the fairest dreams of all were all I wanted to share in this effort towards peace eternally with all life. Yes, they are the ever-varying and continuing hopes that I held so dear that I couldn't let go of for merely one person. No, I desired for this effort with our Creator. Yes; I sought this blessing, for everyone to share in this with Him. All included with, myself

As willing and wild plane and lost car rides come to mind, jet setting, daily qualms, our Creator's buried Grace, the quiet suicides were all that came of those days. Yes, and because I have come to find, parachutes are an option not only for those that are living; but they are expressly offered for the worn living alone and weary within themselves already reeling from their regrets.

And so this is I truly believe, that our Creator, being the catalyst for my life today, yes, this is a show of His Greater Eminence and Sovereignty, our Security, His Mercy, and the Ever-sweeter Example of His Grace and raw "Power".

Yes, because I too exist myself in a free fall over this valley of the dead. So this has become for me my own personal, peculiar quirk of twisted providence left within my own hands.

Yes, the evidence of my fate. That all circles are not merely the same honorable truth of our Creator. Nor the ever-willing and gracious brand entirely of our fullest of faith in Him, nor an entity all alone thriving as an island of survival without Him, within themselves. Nor will they ever be, completely whole without surrendering, to Him? Because yes; my experience has shown that they too, given the proper vexing, just like myself, ever-gratefully now, can be, tenderly, broken, again and again infinitely, by Him, moving on into my eternal completion with Him, with all life.

Yes, soaring higher, inspiring, and bold far beyond the normal, true originality stands alone. Lives (H)onestly, and boldly, and (O)penly, and (W)illingly. This effort always and in all ways remaining connected to our Creator's Will for all life continuing, advances all throughout this life, centered and free with Him, and is confined never within itself as it looks for a perfect home amid the mix. Revealing for all the goodness frosting the proverbial butter cake. Just as much as this always welcomes the test of time. As this stays attuned and at home within the heart of what is real. Just as much as this effort challenges only itself and offers its hope to another; to live a life; just as irrefutable.

Just as would have Jesus done with this life, Himself, just; as He surely did in the very way that He lived this, for all life, for all of; us, even in and through the very pain, of death.

Yes, but still given this truth the most I can pray for as I do is Peace with this idea of our Creator's ever-evolving Grace Eternal. Because I am finding, His and our (H)onesty; (O)vert, (W)illing, coaxes deeper the root, higher the tree.

Because I believe true humility is innocent and free; evolving through life continually aspiring before our Creator, and man; to move, in; gratitude; and albeit being Heavenly, and gracious, and tenderly aware; this is always surrendering itself to the opportunity. Remaining unconditionally faithful to this principle. Overtly willing to abide in peace and unity with the world around this; thereby being recreated; itself, before the brevity of its days given whatever, the limitation; or matter.

Because, yes, at last, at last; as a sweet rejoinder to Him, my soul once continued to cry out aloud. As I continue to still apply myself to this effort, as this is and always will be my consistent, and; continuing need, for security with our Creator; and with all life, today.

Yes, today; at last, I marvel in the pureness and raw beauty of our Lord. For imparting to me, the liberal blessing of this life, and for giving all of us His eternal assurances. For delivering me; and for returning me to a voracious, and; overt; and amenable position of hope, and; consistent willingness, and; continuing faith in Him.

Yes for purging and lifting me up; and empowering and molding me; and for maturing me, indemnifying me in His certitude, and enduring graciously the horrid penalty; of my willful pride's contumacy.

For ne’er to trammel the ambling of my committed volition; in the greater Wisdom and Grace of their instruction, I willingly did revolt in sheer defiance before His Tender Eyes of Mercy; (amid the futile campaign, (of my own bitterness). Distinguishing only those weary days apart from the Welcome and Gentle Fervor, of His Embrace. Yes, and so, through this detachment, and His Patient Hands my heart’s longing was brought to know compassion and to be merciful, forgiving, and forgetful.

As able today and thankful to Him to see; of the many roads, I have peregrinated up along, and traveled on down. All Illuminated upon this narrow path, of our Creator’s All-inclusive Way. This is all I have come to truly discern, of His Everlasting Peace.

Yes, I call the ink and pen yes the Innocence of the Paper my Magic those Magnets and Miracles. All of those free days written down stowed-away Built-Up Treasures in Heaven. Because I know my Love for our Creator and my Faith and continuing all of my Hopes in Him; yes, their Stories are being made Complete for me. Sewn there up over the Willows weeping down by the humble Mantis praying quietly for all of us at the foot of the Delta.

Yes, because you know I have always longed to be able to view all sides and to remain open like a Prism. Spinning around and around all on a Thin Line along for the ride wanting for nothing surrendered to the moment.

Why then who's to say that I couldn't be as transparent. You know never far apart from this I figure I'm always my closest to this when I try to remain lovingly generous and open.

So yes I consider that we are all prisms shining. Yes, spinning around and around I believe accepting and reflecting our lives each one of us; upon the other and upon, our Creator; ultimately.

Yes, I am a Christian; I am a single man who has lost the power of choice when it comes to my belief in our Creator, and I am eternally grateful. Yes, Golden nuggets turn mossy brown in the streams. Time laughs promenades away all throughout itself. All things are prosperous within His Able Hands of Grace.

Our Creator's Tender Tears illuminated cascading down upon all life are exemplified by the rains I feel as they fall. Delighted His Divinity leaps as it sings our Creator's Love Forthcoming, and-Devoted moreover; this prances. Because yes, I believe as well today loving moreover is prudent, the struggle, and furthermore, this is the ultimate, prize.

The death of our unbalanced hate existing within us, taken away by Him, the mighty reprise.

Steering, the joyous emotion; sometimes you just have to make waves. Our Creator's Love for us provides for this. It's greater Beauty, Truth, Hope, and Freedom; brings all of us the ever-advancing Proof of His Love, the Honesty of His Grace, and Ever-relative Peace continuing! Lasting on forever no small-time no surrender friend is endless!

To wake up every day; this is a joy to do this; taken with Him alongside gentle cool winds. His Clemency abounds of Grace, of this Chance. Our Creator always blesses the child, woman, or man; willing to walk with Him, and knows Him as the continuing Perfection; of their faith.

Yes, because Sailor Johnny his wife Little Lilly; I know them; (you'll want to know them also, I am sure).

His Father gave him twofold full buckets of gold for his prize. He sailed his butt straight away right home to bring it to her; laid this down.

Lilly, now she's having a baby. Shh; twin babies! Johnny, he doesn't know. They'd both been trying for years. Their Father, Mother's their all eager!

Lilly, she hummed me a song about it once. Tender melodies divine sweet tones deep pale shades of her innocence reflected.

Holding her belly the beauty now she whispers in his ear, as he raises his head and touches her belly his warm tears covering his eyes! Now isn't love just the prize? I see why it's so very much to die for.

Such it is the grand spectacle. Once hailed as eminent. As it is now the great-forbidding! The wandering soul's obedience carrying the seed of the Weary Mans Burden. Falling down found shuffling slip bip bop bop bip bip bop rustling up in between the cracks in the floor. Hand-fed to the Gully Men Slaves. Yes, peace plays on the minds of everyone as they row, whatever Rugged Cross.

Because yes, there is certainly no advantage greater than knowing our Creator's Love continuing. Our Creator's Heart is an open playground; The World His grand churchyard. Peace; joy, hope, and faith abide under His Wing, time rejoices sings this sweet refrain:

"Love patient remains open". Impatience is the heart, mind, and soul divided. Our Creator's Love knows no division, an; open decision, adversity matters not His Love seizes the opportunity.

Empowered, are all of us who know this, and remain willing, we live to show this, remaining honest with our Creator, and with ourselves.

We know, our Creator's Peace, is not fleeting! To love is to be free! In the offering, our Creator's Love is abounding! Here, and now; is our chance to show, and to share in this effort; for eternity!

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2, 099 Words. An Honest Fate. Chapter #2. 'Where The Offspring Play' .:
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