[Genesis 11:6-7] And The LORD said, Behold, this people is of one mind, and of one speech, and this they begin to do; nothing will be restrained from them:
Let Us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand each others' speech.
And so, of course, came the different WAYS of speech, but carefully notice that God spoke of TWO things; the MIND and the Speech.
I am interested in the mind, at first.
Because, when it comes right down to it, WHAT makes me UNIQUE is that WE have finally become of one MIND.
And it took a lot of doing.
I was openly incredulous of the fact that somehow, that El-Nino weather phenomenon had anything to do with the me, or the tsunami on my birthday.
Even though I was being given all the raw ingredients.
But what started to make sense was that, after God showed up, or showed His pleasure/ acceptance of me that night some 15 years ago, and I started trying to kill myself because not only did He say I was not to be staid, or normal, but be myself; AND I was stunned to see that, when I tried to slash my wrists, and went in deep, right on the veins, there was no blood flow...I seemed to become frozen [which made me even madder than ever] till, finally, in early 2010, I drank rat poison, and ended up at False Bay Hospital, homeless [I had sold all my stuff, bought the rat poison and drank it] and pitched up at Happy Valley Home, in Simonstown, none the worse for wear, and promptly rejected recovery and went to live in a cave in a mountain overlooking the home... NO, What started making sense was the fact that THEN, God spoke of 'twins' and the fact that there were two of us.
I automatically went through my own mental set-up, and flatly rejected the notion that I could share SPACE with another male, as myself, and assumed that, maybe the OTHER was a female, someone who would not be trying to 'control' me; though why I needed anyone with me was a mystery.
I spent the whole of the world cup holing up in a cave, neurotic and vengeful, wondering what to do with myself since I was NOT dying, and grasping at God's promise that I have prepared a place for you, says the president of Turkey.
And wondering just how the #$*/! I was supposed to make my way to Turkey.
And one day, this HARSH voice, and I mean HARSH, uncultured ...think ANGRY, and multiply it by a billion, and remove any trace of pity, or remorse, and you would get close:- this voice asks me, what do I want to do in Turkey, expressing, in that clinical manner, surprise that I should even be thinking of a place like that.
I thought, at first, that here was another one lording it over me, maybe an angel or something, because The Holy Spirit came across as 'friendly' but sneering, wneras this voice acted like its owner did not care what kind of impression he made.
And I forbade that voice from ever speaking to me again.
Till the voice said again, the last time, in a vision, of the ark thingy that flew;
TellMeWhatYouWantFromMe
Very fast.
Like I was supposed to command, and the owner would respond at my bidding.
Basically, I said, ten women, and went on to be more specific as time went on, with the one person I was most specific with being the woman who came to The Long Beach, and did all that weird stuff as she walked beside me but not in the path I was in, and I looked at her when she stared me in the eye, and I was jolted out of my coccon of 'anonymity', that I thought I went by.
Over the days, weeks, I have been trying to figure out just what the heck was happening, and whether this 'voice' was also 'sneering' at me, like The Holy Spirit, or whether this voice was actually UNDER me.
the answer, to be found in the bible, was that, of course, God said, it is not good for the man to be alone; I will make him a helper suitable for him and this is the 'other me' that has been busy making sure I get what I want, and smoothes my path, and all along I have buried my head in the sand, and thought that somehow, some day, I will wake up and it will all have been a nightmare, and all with be back to normal.
My helper is the one who makes me...Almighty...yeah, I know, it sounds very pretentious, but it does not matter how it SOUNDS, what matters is what IS, and I have decided that, since all along I have not been successful at anything because I was sort of torn two ways, I may as well lift the embargo I have placed on my 'helper' and tell him to restore the natural order of things, beginning with preparing a place for me...or is it the women, first, yes, i will go with the women first, and then the relocating of people from Alaska to wherever, so that I can have a suitable place to 'be myself' and start being comfortable in the skin which I have so seriously abused these past 15 years, while I see what I can do about making myself at home in life.
Of course, as everyone knows, this is all impossible, and flies in the face of Christianity, humanity, and morality.
But this guy is the 'colt' that I was shown as riding, and we all know that a donkey will ONLY carry anyone if it wants to, but if someone tries to force it to do something, they will find themselves in a thorn bush.
The 'voice' is the one who listens to me, and the one that people , everyone else, must listen to before they can enter my personal space, and for that reason, those who displeased him...get to die.
like Obama.
Heck, destroy The vaunted White House!
AND THATS THE WAY WE LIKE IT!
Let Us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand each others' speech.
And so, of course, came the different WAYS of speech, but carefully notice that God spoke of TWO things; the MIND and the Speech.
I am interested in the mind, at first.
Because, when it comes right down to it, WHAT makes me UNIQUE is that WE have finally become of one MIND.
And it took a lot of doing.
I was openly incredulous of the fact that somehow, that El-Nino weather phenomenon had anything to do with the me, or the tsunami on my birthday.
Even though I was being given all the raw ingredients.
But what started to make sense was that, after God showed up, or showed His pleasure/ acceptance of me that night some 15 years ago, and I started trying to kill myself because not only did He say I was not to be staid, or normal, but be myself; AND I was stunned to see that, when I tried to slash my wrists, and went in deep, right on the veins, there was no blood flow...I seemed to become frozen [which made me even madder than ever] till, finally, in early 2010, I drank rat poison, and ended up at False Bay Hospital, homeless [I had sold all my stuff, bought the rat poison and drank it] and pitched up at Happy Valley Home, in Simonstown, none the worse for wear, and promptly rejected recovery and went to live in a cave in a mountain overlooking the home... NO, What started making sense was the fact that THEN, God spoke of 'twins' and the fact that there were two of us.
I automatically went through my own mental set-up, and flatly rejected the notion that I could share SPACE with another male, as myself, and assumed that, maybe the OTHER was a female, someone who would not be trying to 'control' me; though why I needed anyone with me was a mystery.
I spent the whole of the world cup holing up in a cave, neurotic and vengeful, wondering what to do with myself since I was NOT dying, and grasping at God's promise that I have prepared a place for you, says the president of Turkey.
And wondering just how the #$*/! I was supposed to make my way to Turkey.
And one day, this HARSH voice, and I mean HARSH, uncultured ...think ANGRY, and multiply it by a billion, and remove any trace of pity, or remorse, and you would get close:- this voice asks me, what do I want to do in Turkey, expressing, in that clinical manner, surprise that I should even be thinking of a place like that.
I thought, at first, that here was another one lording it over me, maybe an angel or something, because The Holy Spirit came across as 'friendly' but sneering, wneras this voice acted like its owner did not care what kind of impression he made.
And I forbade that voice from ever speaking to me again.
Till the voice said again, the last time, in a vision, of the ark thingy that flew;
TellMeWhatYouWantFromMe
Very fast.
Like I was supposed to command, and the owner would respond at my bidding.
Basically, I said, ten women, and went on to be more specific as time went on, with the one person I was most specific with being the woman who came to The Long Beach, and did all that weird stuff as she walked beside me but not in the path I was in, and I looked at her when she stared me in the eye, and I was jolted out of my coccon of 'anonymity', that I thought I went by.
Over the days, weeks, I have been trying to figure out just what the heck was happening, and whether this 'voice' was also 'sneering' at me, like The Holy Spirit, or whether this voice was actually UNDER me.
the answer, to be found in the bible, was that, of course, God said, it is not good for the man to be alone; I will make him a helper suitable for him and this is the 'other me' that has been busy making sure I get what I want, and smoothes my path, and all along I have buried my head in the sand, and thought that somehow, some day, I will wake up and it will all have been a nightmare, and all with be back to normal.
My helper is the one who makes me...Almighty...yeah, I know, it sounds very pretentious, but it does not matter how it SOUNDS, what matters is what IS, and I have decided that, since all along I have not been successful at anything because I was sort of torn two ways, I may as well lift the embargo I have placed on my 'helper' and tell him to restore the natural order of things, beginning with preparing a place for me...or is it the women, first, yes, i will go with the women first, and then the relocating of people from Alaska to wherever, so that I can have a suitable place to 'be myself' and start being comfortable in the skin which I have so seriously abused these past 15 years, while I see what I can do about making myself at home in life.
Of course, as everyone knows, this is all impossible, and flies in the face of Christianity, humanity, and morality.
But this guy is the 'colt' that I was shown as riding, and we all know that a donkey will ONLY carry anyone if it wants to, but if someone tries to force it to do something, they will find themselves in a thorn bush.
The 'voice' is the one who listens to me, and the one that people , everyone else, must listen to before they can enter my personal space, and for that reason, those who displeased him...get to die.
like Obama.
Heck, destroy The vaunted White House!
AND THATS THE WAY WE LIKE IT!
