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How hard do we fight for what's right, and how often do we accuse and force people to do the things we do, even though we proclaim to say it's not right? The irony of this world is most often demonic. Diabolical even. I won't put up a fight, I am protected because I laid all my arms down, that is, what's right. Do nations skip negotiations and just go straight to calling in the air strikes?

And what person be threatening me, after I laid everything down, EVERYTHING down, even my woman, my conveniences..
What you do to the lowest among you is what you do to the Christ. One of the toughest messages in the bible, for certain.

And now I'll watch it play out.
Though, I haven't done a thing in retort, and won't.
Because the right way is without making anything other than what He would say.

So, I've taken to blogging the weather each day it makes a change and what took place in my life in the mean time. What'dya think people? If I can't look forward to a pastor for my bread always, what else would I have... So I look up eh? I don't remember when exactly I noticed the weather this way... but it was 'jessica geier' who first dreamed of me with that sort of blessing on my life.

It's scary. But it's one of the only things that's in my face and makes me tremble enough to not get too out of line with the power I've been given. I play a pretty high stakes game I guess, but if you look around you, ALL the stakes are high right now. The thieves in our government, mean death to the sheep in order to save their own skins now.

I play a pretty high stakes game, but because of Yahweh, I get better every day.


There's a great deal of amazement left to be had in this world.
I have this game I'd like to play, attempting to reveal amazing things to those who can barely will themselves to imagine what the top of the mountain must be like. I win when they look up and notice some sort of undeniable truth in passing. I lose when they won't open their eyes long enough to blink a glance up.


How often does a goldfish steal a moment to be awed by something it should have been familiar with, for the tenth time?

I would suspect it would be much like the way a person diagnosed with ADD would rediscover a rather obscure fact; that everyone they know is also more than capable of being diagnosed with ADD, but since all the people diagnosing ADD have ADD themselves as bad as nearly everyone else... Hmm what must it be like to rediscover nearly every one suffers the way you do.

That can't be right you say? Oh? How many people do you know who have the head in the sand mentality about seemingly everything? What 'scientific' mental state could possibly lead into that emotional prison? But science has no names for emotional disorders do they? See we can call them skitzo also, when someone's sub-conscience forces a self-inflicted boot to their own head and sticks themselves into a mental prison that they can't even communicate out of. A whipped spirit that can't handle being whipped any more can break and suddenly those people find themselves blocking everything out - including their mental ties to their own body if possible to avoid the pains. We call them emo if their emotional stresses, 'valid' or 'not' (who are you to judge) brings them to cut themselves.

But friends don't let friends go emo do they.


About the one thing everyone CAN focus on is keeping each other in line for the next distraction.