Jesus said, "Foxes have holes and birds have nests, but there is no place for the Son of Man to rest his head." As we too become sons and brothers, daughter and sisters, weary is the path of righteousness. Now, being Sons of Man, we become responsible for all our brothers and sisters, we live for the family, for peace, for justice in the face of corruption. If we are talking about The Big Cheese, then being cheesy, definitely is not easy. I'm not sure you caught that in my first post, so I thought I would make it even more complicated to understand. There is no place that God is not, the matrix of interpretation exponentially implodes perpetual illusions of arranged atoms on an infinite scale of indivisible diversity and fractled simplicity, with energies colliding, expanding, contracting up and down the spiral of infinite imagination that in separation the ego looks back and says, "I might have seen God, I don't know how else to explain it."
Did you like that, I whooped up some of my Pentecostal "ROOTS." IFn' ya gonna lay it on, might as well lay in on THICK!
This reminds me of when I used to get my grandpa riled up. All the family would glare at me and I'd just glance a smile their way and quote another scripture to just get the HOLY a rollin.' He knew I was doing it to bug the rest of the family, I think that's part of what made it so special for the two of us. Slain in the Spirit, revelations are pouring upon me, the knowledge of the kingdom is filling me. Take my flesh my teacher, perform this miracle today, wield your power from my finger tips. SHAZAM! And my aunts get nervous, men start sneaking out the room, as I end the conversation with God the lover, not the vengeful. Just you saying, "preach on," reminded me of that. That is some fine memories right there.
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