Oh Burt...(eye water..ya, yu-know)..
Thanks!
I'm fighting some nasty (censored) "Mighty-BUG."
Going out on a limb here and,
like a compass, just puttin it out there in case someone else is in need of direction, etc., something like a Bird-Mite....?
They're a [censored]...(See, I do this to save the computer the trouble, don't cha know).
I'm greatful that any part of what I write touches a person and knowing, at least to an extent, of your
being, it's just an honor..Truth-eyes
"If in the past you’ve been compelled to search for answers or affirmations yourself, or even if you've felt a bit “Home-sick†or exhausted at times, as a collective, understand more and more like-minded individuals shall arise."
Thank you!
Hey Elleise,
I'm surprised that someone with your sensitivity and vulnerability can exist, survive and thrive in this octave with the amalgamation of yucky and beautiful morass all mixed up on this planet.
Hope you Did Not get the flu shot.
We found some mixed berry flu and cold off-brand NyQuil at Walgreens.
Keep that stuff in your system every night and sweat it and sleep it out.
Funny you mentioned bird-mites.
Just buried a widdle one a few days ago.
Bad broken wing, tried to mend it, but when we put it with the other bird, it gave up the ghost ïŒ
Thank You for honoring my being as I honor yours.
Being is so vast and powerful that this physical existence just scratches the surface of the tip of the iceberg.
God dissolved my mortgage.
I live in a $775K home mortgage-free !
God did it, coupled with past choices and momentums.
Just watched, “The Last Air Bender†movie first time the other night.
Then I watched a bible stories on TBN until early morning.
I have bitter and sorrowful days that almost sound like a pity party, yet when I speak with folks that are here, I realize that all this ‘stuff’ shall pass and the eternal is just a thought or a focus of attention away.
Being.
“The wheels of the gods grind slowly, but exceedingly accurate and fineâ€.
It’s ‘funny and weird’ in a good sort of way that “when we feel like half-a-human-being†some of our greats touches of being and insight occur.
Goodness !
The Cosmos is not stupid.
It amazes me as the cycles proceed that no matter how much ‘ the pseudo-gods of this earth ’ dance and prance and scream ‘ look at me !!! I have the perfect body ’... you do not.
If you buy such and such product or have such and such income you will be glamorized and glorified like me !
No matter how much they scream, they cannot access the holy of holies of being.
Yeah, right. Go on with your bad self putting before the eyes of the world through movies and video games ‘ how cool it is to kill bunches of people ’.
When did murder become cool, fashionable and pretty ???!!!
It never was.
I mean how many big star male personalities have killed someone ‘in the movies’ yet still live to enjoy life.
But, the enemy of our soul knows that we are wired from birth to worship and glorify something.
So they prance and dance and have sophisticated weapons of psycho / sexual inverted and perverted insecure driven’ tailored to every male and female psyche out there.
They are very good at what they do.
But, they can never touch being.
Being.
Oh, we are on the forefront of such attacks.
They project insanity, depression, sickness, death and hell everyday all day.
Yet, they cannot pierce the holiness of being.
They can confuse and confound and spin us upside down and all around.
Losers.
Enough on the enemies which are many and which each of us deal with on a daily basis.
We all know the terror and torment that can come from within and without.
Twist, pervert, invert and steal and distort keys of knowledge has been the M.O. for centuries.
Go Ahead, make my day.
For a day with God can be a 1000 years and more.
Nothing or no one in heaven, earth or hell can prevent a soul crying up to it’s source and being re-connected.
My physical, biological ‘brothers’ did everything they could to destroy me.
God answered them by dissolving a $775K mortgage.
Patience.
Being.
Foreverness... Now.
Mighty Bug can bite me.
Do a lot of waking in the ice cold air and ‘them bugs’ got to go !
Use my being, you have permission.
This planet is so mucked up, but we have to connect like a fierce golden chain mail with the mighty thunder of a gossamer veil to be at peace when all the chaos seems to be so much more in control and bigger.
Cosmos will place every individual where they need to be.
Free will choice and the return of energy can be a real [censored], but guess what...
We chose it, we created it, and we can un-create it.
Or just wait for The Great Mother to engulf and swallow them all !
Mighty-BUG you have no power or authority or dominion over my buddy and friend.
Your butt is outa there before the end of the week !
I decree it, claim it and receive it !
Catholic, Protestant, Far North, Deep South, none of it matters.
There is no time or space in reality.
None.
Time and space is our womb and play pen to grow.
Once we grow past it, we don’t need it anymore.
All of the strata of human society is based upon spiritual attainment from past embodiments.
http:
//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toy_Soldiers_(song)
Martika
Comes to mind for some reason.
Being.
Well, I do nothing all day every day except be.
That’s all.
I Be.
Love, Wisdom, Power and Joy be Yours Always and Forever !
-- Burt B.
P.S. You're Welcome