United Kindred Spirits

Monday, April 3, 2017 at 3:22 am

Who are you, O human being who dares to destroy any good your evil reason considers bad? Your email was like the sickle in the evil hands of the head cutters, but! The Ever Existent One, the Great I am has stayed my hand. I choose to ignore your evil attack. I know your ignorance has been programmed in your mind. It is not your fault.

Perhaps there is hope for you. You could choose life instead of the life of death you have been programmed to choose. I present to you the following Sacred Proposal.

Monday, April 3, 2017 at 4:14 am

O my Father—O Father of mine? What caused me to write the previous entry? Was it my own misunderstanding or was it Your wisdom to warn any human of the evil programmed in the human mind? The second applies here, it is Your wisdom quickening me to write or do whatever. Then? My perennial, “Why did You whatever I have done?

Well? Not any different this morning. I woke up reflecting in the two incidents that caused my depression and doubt of yesterday. I wrote the entry referring to a conversation I had with an old friend and to a comment that came to my inbox.

This comment was referring to another group not the United Kindred Spirits.org in my heart & mind right now, but! I took it personally. Why?

• Because I am a human possessor of a programmed mind with unworthy suspicious about everything coming my way.

Of course, it is a natural thing when any normal human being shares his/heart with another human being for years on end and, the other human being seems to be enthusiastic about such sharing. He is encouraging and supportive to a point.

What point? To the point of showing the reality of their own intake of the sharing. That reality surfaces when I hear, “Make it quick! My boss is waiting for me!” or “I don’t have time to talk to you, I have much to do today!” or “I can’t talk to you now because it is Sunday and I am getting ready to go to church.”

I try, honestly, I try to be understanding and not to take it personally but, I can’t help it! It makes me feel totally worthless in the estimation of that one I have thought to be my kindred spirit. I go to pieces. It hurts. I come to my Father. I dump on Him. At first there is silence. Then I go and write down what I intent to be a reprieve for the offender. Then?