Let our minds be changed..........
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A child at play . . . . That's what we are. Never lose the essence of play, laughter, silliness, pretending . . . instant creative impetus . . . .
I remember looking up at the adults . . . horrified. I saw creatures fossilized, stuck in their ways; never a free thought, never sensitive to the moment, never living in the now . . . but, instead, living on programs, triggers in the brain . . . solidified conceptions of themselves . . . based on the reflections of themselves put out by other robots--all walking, talking according to crusty habits, "ought to's", "shoulds" and the usual grab-bag of whatever social "norms" and clique expectations that were ruling the day at any given moment . . . . But missing THE MOMENT, where life exists and where the living breath of spirit moves, inspires, guides, corrects . . . .
No, these zombie-like creatures lived according to instilled patterns in their minds, put in by un-enlightened parents, teachers, leaders, celebrities . . . .
As a child I looked with abhorrence and repulsion on these walking dead, vowing to never be caught up pre-arranged tracks, which "society" or any current "norm" demanded. Rebelling against THAT--against the "way of the world" . . . was a holy rebellion; a reactionary impulse which my living spirit knew to fight and resist . . . to avoid living another pointless, meaningless life, come and gone, with no originality . . . dust in the wind . . . another body and soul offered to the beast and its system, which exists to devour and feed a little bit longer on the living--those who would be FREE . . . .
So, you might expect, all along the way, here and there, I've caught word of the whispers and sometimes direct angry demand . . . by the dead, to "grow up", "get with the program", "get over it", "get in line", "conform", "don't be so difficult", "weirdo" . . . . .
I smile inside, notice their pathetic bind . . . shudder at the thought of being like them . . . and just continue on my merry way. And merry it is, talking to God, hearing from God, receiving loving correction and guidance from God . . . . alone, but with Him . . . a solitary soldier . . . yet, thrilling along The Way, meeting other refugees, pilgrims, travellers through this world, we who will not build here, until all is perfected and justified by His Hand . . . .
My friends, brothers, sisters, family in HIM . . . a family of choice . . . a family chosen . . . before all was set into motion, in this sphere . . . . . one who is intended to PLAY forever and forever . . .
The weak, the devil's own, the perverse and fever-driven by desire and lusts . . . cannot wait, and so, want and TAKE their PLAY now. Heaven now, is what they demand, though not recognizing they've done nothing to deserve it. They are spoiled children, who become encrusted, dead adults, driving harder and harder for instant thrill, sensual pleasure, adornment, facade . . . self-hypnotizing themselves . . . "I am happy, I am happy, I am fine, no consequences, I am good, no judgment, no evil, no devil, do what I will, make it so, no fear, no guilt, no shame . . . only party, party, lust, sex, drugs, twisted perversity's, unbridled desire, all good, I am happy, I will to be rich, beautiful, healthy, happy, no God, no Devil, no heaven, no hell . . . . "
The wise children, retain the holy essence of play, of creativity, guided by righteousness, by Spirit, by moral principle, by consequences, . . . allowing proper fear, shame, guilt to cleanse, redirect, purify, penance . . . . redress . . . humility . . . .
Like a child . . . innocent, not cynical . . . . ready to believe, ready to give, to play, to giggle, to rely on FATHER . . . . . . .
Just some thoughts, as I spent time on the Sea Fjorder's Staff, "dressing" it . . . tinkering over it . . . . hours making a custom box, heh . . . pointless nonsense to the deadened adult . . . . FUN for a boy, a child, in God . . . . PLAY; playing with my brothers and sisters, dreaming, hoping, praying, believing . . . . .
Our Father is near, within, worlds await . . . wonders for every child . . . all secret wishes, patiently stowed . . . WILL be fulfilled, according to His perfect will and Sovereign Creativity . . . .
For you . . . .
For you . . . .
His gift of life and individuality and dreams fulfilled, in endless time . . . joyously bestowed, for you . . . . Once the purifying tests are run . . . fortitude rewarded . . . loyalty to Him acknowledged . . . as looked back upon . . . in this world of horrors, so designed, for maximum effect . . . revealing His glory to one and all . . . . for the sacred pleasure and joy of all, who are His; who join with childlike faith, hope, tender will, HIS PLAY . . . . so intended . . . . .
God bless and protect you . . . .
brother thomas :)
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