"Virgin Mary & King David's Words"
A Mirror of Justice, She is called by the Litany; moreover, Her words mirroring the words, so closely, of the bard/fighter King David, him further stating centuries before that the meek shall inherit the Earth--Psalms 37.
Here are a few words, and some new, yet others so closely related to the Psalmist:
Luke Chapter ONE:
46) And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord,
47) And My spirit hath rejoiced in God My Savior.
48) For He hath regarded the low estate of His handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call Me blessed.
51) He hath shewed strength with His arm; He hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.
52) He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree.
53) He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich He hath sent empty away.
"Joshua, Charlie Sheen, & Deepak Chopra"
Joshua tells us to OWN IT. Saying: "And if it seem evil unto you to serve the LORD, choose you this day whom ye will serve."
Charlie Sheen owns his baggage. Admits porn sex, bigger rock smoked than rock stars, and all the rest; moreover, he still liveth.
Deepak Chopra's new book explains that we should reflect at the end of the day, looking back at all that has happened, knowing there are no coincidences; plus, not judging, just examining all that you did, the nature you saw, and meditate upon the Socratic observations of everything that did happen.
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People wear masks. Even when they sneak up upon themselves in the mirror. You should always know yourself, for as Christ said: "The Kingdom of Heaven is in your midst."
"I don't "do" humans"
The Good Doctor, Saint Thomas Aquinas, described in his Summa Theologica, that certain members of the Celestial Hierarchy have essence, such as regular angelity. Now, what is true essence? It is, fundamentally: the basic, real, and invariable nature of a thing or its significant individual feature or features.
When you don't give a woman what she wants, hell hath no fury--they become scorned, as the cliche goes. BTW: Proust hated cliches. Invent your own.
Anyhow, creamy yeast infections and King David not entering into his concubines after they were entered into by others; plus, Saint Gabriel knowing and giving the words, more or less: "A whore is a whore is a whore." But this is not all bad, for we all have gifts, just use them properly.
And when essence comes your way, why not gel with its positive energy? Instead you walk the path of mere mortals so easily tempted and deceived, having confidence in yourselves (pride), but not the one true God. And because of Him, we too are gods, as it is written--if we allow His truth to be our power source.
"She has worked like a demon"
Possibly a Freudian slip, but Mr. Clinton said during the Presidential Campaign, on a televised interview mind you: "She has worked like a demon." Who am I to judge? Nevertheless, if you believe in the Bible, or as Saint Gabriel refers to it: THE BOOK, you hear Saint John the Eagle, while exiled on the island of Patmos, write in the Book of REVELATION, that the Anti-Christ will have had a mortal head wound, and we know Mrs. Clinton has had one, falling on the sink or whatever, but who am I but nobody.
Then, you have Maxine Waters, an educated woman, publicly state that Russia has been invading Korea; moreover, another woman in contact with high education, unlike President Truman, her name being Joycelyn Elders, the former Clinton Surgeon General, say that we should teach children the proper techniques of masturbation. What the hell is going on? And at the University of Chicago, they're breaking apart a Trump pinata, teaching the children hate--not knowledge. Just Google the top 100 Universities, and see where you rank, but it's all bullshit--in my opinion.
And J. Edgar Hoover, according to the words of G. Gordon Liddy, him being mad, bad, and dangerous to know, said that Hoover had recorded a certain Civil Rights leader having sex with Caucasian women. What the hell is going on?
How many Yankee soldiers went to their deaths, and nobody cares. Lincoln was the man, even pardoning General Lee (the silver fox), and look into what day his birthday is.
We can't neglect our history, no matter how bewildering or cruel, or we are doomed to perpetually repeat it. God loves us all, but the adversary slimes and smears with murder and lies. As Christ boldly said: "Your father is the devil. The father of lies and murder." It's no man's fault, it's us being tapped into by forces unseen--so detoxify thy pineal gland, and make sure: The Lord is thy refuge.
"The Sons of Men"
The Prophet Ezekiel saw a wheel or disc-shaped craft that landed, revealing Living Creatures with four wings and four faces--sorry for the science fiction reference, but the movie, The Chronicles of Riddick, touches upon this--in a way. And Ezekiel was one of the first to refer to himself as the son of man, which Christ used to describe Himself as well.
When you go to the grocery market or wherever, you always see a hot girl or a nice-looking guy here and there, but give me your full mind: Every few years or so, or more, you might see a man or woman that is beyond the beauty of Hollyweird, shining with the face of an angel. Someone you are in total awe of, not just a mere mortal woman with a good ass in tight jeans I'm talk'n.
On the flip side, you see the deranged and monstrous. A few years back, I was fishing @ the Little Harpeth River in the woods, and I had the windows in my car rolled down halfway for my dog to enjoy the autumn breeze; anyway, she laid down inside and took a snooze. Shortly thereafter, some bizarre-looking man stumbled out of the woods with a deranged and diabolical look in his eyes, and he began to approach me, muttering profane words. I had left my knife in the car, and he was moving closer towards my presence.
Fortunately, my dog awoke, rising through the window, and while usually meek, she began to bark and howl violently towards this essence of humanity, mad-dog drool foaming from her furious fangs; next, her paws got out of the window, and the sinister essence knowing it would be a fight, disappeared into the woods.
I dashed back inside my car, tossing my fishing pole in the backseat, grabbed my blade, locked the doors, thanked God and my dog; then, made a fast and furious exodus out of there.
