I grew a garden in my mother’s back yard, within in it was a L for my last name. The L was beautified with white dwarf fawns and morning glories that bloomed at their due time, purple, white and full of life. Mini cherry red tomatoes, plump pumpkins, big yellow sunflowers, succulent strawberries, sweet corn, mint, assorted roses and peaceful bees, that pollinated our honey sickles. This skill was later used to grow marijuana, woe oh woe to some things we learn.
I have a memory of places of light, peace and tranquility. Like silk to touch but deeper into the oneness of the realm. A garden of peace, perfection, and no exhaustion. My home, full of gold, precious gems, exotic fruits, and advanced wisdom. I only recently opened the religious books and found that my vision was exact. The religious books depict that we were created then placed in a grand garden to cultivate it. We were then removed and placed lower to do the same thing.
We all tend to neglect the truth that the Earth itself is a living being a garden that only needs to be weeded. At times like these I don't think about propaganda but feel that it’s just a means of weeding the garden. Man has done their best to destroy what has been provided for us naturally. So I find it only natural that something unnatural destroys us
Don't scream for Elijah
don't panic don't cry
just reach for Allah
One God One Lord
Father of All
quoted from His word
Surely I wouldn't lead you
But to connect
fathers to son
and daughter to mother
Sulah with peace
The Spiritualist (Beyond Fantasy Explained)
I am a spiritualist but most of my friends don't know that about me.
I often mention my guardians in my writings. The positive and negative energies that push and pull on everything, causing all things to have a continuous movement even though by the naked eye it appears to be still. The red orbs orbiting my silhouette like a hedge of protection or field of positive force, maybe a mental flaw or truth of something I saw... and still see.
"God is a Spirit and those that worship Him must worship Him in Spirit and in truth." (John 4:24) I was in my early 20's when I read this verse from the Bible, but I had already understood and experienced this regularly for years. I had been alone so often that the only real friend I knew was my Lord. I didn't have any people friends until I was at least 13.
I forever lived in my brother's shadow so I often went unseen. Off to myself talking to the Spirits or what I believe to be Angels and past family members watching over us. Some say it's just our consciousness talking, a form of subconscious thoughts that know the difference from right and wrong.
Some just don't believe at all, but I know that is not the complete truth.
The first time it happened I was really young, two or maybe three, I woke up in the middle of the night, alone in the dark, in fear of what I couldn't see. I reclosed my eyes but the silence only reminded me that I was utterly alone or so I thought. I then heard a soft voice calling my name and I felt a presence standing beside me.
I was afraid of the presence, but it was not that I felt it would hurt me, it was more so a respectful understanding. I said "Lord, I'm not ready, I don't know what to do." Even my response was odd, ready for what exactly, teaching people how to be weird? The presence smiled and then dissipated into endless red obs. I quickly drew the covers over my head only to see that under them the orbs followed, they were everywhere.
My room lit up bright enough to see it was safe. There was nothing to fear, the orbs covered everything including me. I was warm and felt comfort, all my fears were removed. I was no longer alone in the dark, the silence had lost its bite. I laid there for a second before I began to cry, because I was so happy. I said the prayer my mother taught me. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to the Lord my soul He'll keep, and if I die before I wake, I pray to the Lord my soul He'll take Amen." I then thanked the Spirit for comforting me and I fell asleep.
A guy killed himself in county jail, I pleaded with his spirit before he moved on. He couldn't find peace he was hurt plagued from disbelief and disappointment. His spirit cried out it woke me from my sleep I got off my rack in my single man cell, only to see another guy up in a sweat. He had a look of terror on his face he said "I just had a nightmare that a guy was telling me to kill myself because my woman wanted another man."
I told him to "pray and go back to bed everything will be fine in the morning." In the morning they found the guy from our dreams dead in his cell he committed suicide because his fiancé cut ties from him.
One night an angry spirit followed me home, it threw me down a flight of stairs. I was awaken by a beautiful light that led me into my mother's basement bathroom. My forehead split open to the bone, blood was everywhere, I still have the scar as proof.
Another night, me and one of my friends were possessed, this was the first time. The control the spirit had over us put fear in the eyes of our friends, we should have stayed away from Eliicott City's "Creepy college" or "The Hell House" as some would call it.
My brother's grandmother came to visit us the day after her funeral. She carried a happy anniversary balloon from my parents bedroom and held it in front of the doorway to the kitchen where our family was eating dinner. I said "look grandma said happy anniversary."
What makes this event so special is that when grandma came down the steps leading from my parents bedroom. She tripped the fire alarm, so as we went to react to it sounding, we seen the balloon floating in the center of the doorway. I don't think she wanted to die around their anniversary, so maybe it was her way of saying "I love You I'm here."
There was a guy that lost his son while he was here in prison. The guy attached himself to me. I cooked and console him he would cry at random his son there at his side. I noticed him, only after he tapped my shoulder. When I turned around he ran knocking my washcloth from off the under bar of the rack. I don't think anyone else noticed it, but I think he just wanted to thank me for comforting his father.
It appears to be clear,
being in tune make you see,
what might seem invisible,
So what is a spirit?
The Lord knows best
so know that its truth
a treasure filled chest
for me and you.
When time becomes a crisis that's out of control of the whole world's hands. Which was made by the world's hands. Is it possible to conquer the things that are visible, but still destruction to the human race and also no clue as to what we're even up against. (Motivation) Once a person's spark is ignited, their drive for things is a different movement in life. You could say that what is looked at through the motivated eye outlook puts a twist in the person's situation. When based on the truth & trust should outweigh all. No-One's passion for things would out last one's real push or motivations put into one's passion is that of such one's revolving door. Standard love for basic lives can only hold up to Greatness. You could never be held responsible for anything that is not personal attachments to oneself. Your body armor is a thick layer of positive placements in a speech, or a group of well placed word to word combat. I will always make it through any battle which can only be won by one that faces self so much to become that strong minded force against one's own mind. This for sure is the challenge of all challenges, because one that conquers self will only face defeat through self matches. So my love, passion, & motivation to seek & destroy out weighs, out last all which may self regulate everything in one's path
A suitable companion
A blessing before my eyes.
The Lord's gift from heaven
My mate in paradise.
She gives praise in the morning
and is thankful by the night.
She's grateful for our Garden
With the Lord and His light.
She strives for our Lord's straight path
to worship without phase.
She fears only Allah's raft
To burn in hell's blaze.
She loves me for all my qualms
because I love her for hers too.
She is my energy.
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