At 2:48 am the lights went out in the area but not in my soul. My inner light continued to shine. Truly? The winter is past. Springtime will last in Your Presence, O my Master!
- Back to my graphics task.
Repentance Means Restoration …
Wednesday, June 17, 2020 at 5:41 pm.
Still into graphics creation. Intense all day. Much to share. Waiting on You my Master every step of the way. The graphics outline the posts.
- The Saga In 2020
- LOVE—The End Of The Matter.
- The Power Of Love.
- It never fails. It always avails!
- That is what is all about.
Again, Doing The Graphic All Day …
Thursday, June 18, 2020 at 9:28 pm.
O my Master, You know all that is going on concerning me. So much is coming clear in my mind, but I must wait for You to organize.
- I’ll sleep for a couple of hours. I wait on You.
- Friday, June 19, 2020 at 3:40 am I will try the bed now and hope You give sleep to renew my body.
The Task Is Finished! Satisfied. Your Accomplishment …
Friday, June 19, 2020 at 5:27 pm.
Master? As I typed the above headline You quickened to me, it downed on me the message in that headline, crucial message leading to our restoration.
I Am So Ever Fascinated With The Way You Are Leading, Enlightening Me …
Friday, June 19, 2020 at 6:23 pm.
I used to be so frustrated because I could never stick to one thing. My life was full of unfinished business. Reason why the many mental labels applied unto me.
Ha! Now I Know Why. The Labelers Are Mental But I Am Coincidental …
Coincidental or I Happen or exist at the same time with the rest of the mentalis! Hahaha! I thought that to be a fun funny thought, maybe not, but!
The Point Being To Put The Tragic Past On A Silver Platter To Lighten The Matter …
The truth? Being fictitious can become vicious or even pernicious. The word fictitious means something is false, made-up, bogus, untrue, non-existent, fabricated, counterfeit, feigned, spurious, apocryphal.
O Well! Words! Maybe I Am Not Coincidental Or Fictitious Or Mental. Maybe I Am Apocryphal, But! …
Saturday, June 20, 2020 at 4:00 am.
Why am rambling about words? Patience, patience. I am coming to it directly. Not rambling. Only driving a point or stating bitter truths humorously or fictitiously. Why?
Honesty. Of All Humans In This World I Dare To Think Myself Number One In Honesty …
No kidding! Of course, I am labeled as blunt and rude, that’s where my fictitiously humoral streak shines. But it backfires on me to my utter consternation or hillariouslation!
- Ha! no definition for the word ‘hillariouslation’ so? I added the word to my dictionary to pacify my grammatically correct dictionary in rule.
Let’s Come Now To The Word Imagination …
This word is not cut out as it is meant to be by the human element. In fact? My imagination is the culprit for all the trouble and the rubble in my entire life.
Wow! I Am Finally Catching Up Your Drift My Master! Enlightenment …
Imagination and meditation. The bitter truth? Meditation hinges on imagination. O mine! Here we go, imagination, thoughts and feelings, sensations all trouble variations.
Variety Or Sort: Varieties Of Behaviors Stemming From My Imagination …
That’s why I quit this thing of ‘meditation’. Call me a ‘party pooper’ because that’s what in fact I am. Quote:
Definition of party pooper
