The Lord Will Provide

It's one thing to know what the word says in regards to finances, tithes, and seeds; but nothing is better than to take the Lord at his word, and see the first sprouts of the seeds.

The Lord has continuously provided for me.

Malachi 3:10 (AMP)

10 Bring all the tithes (the whole tenth of your income) into the storehouse, that there may be food in My house, and prove Me now by it, says the Lord of hosts, if I will not open the windows of heaven for you and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.

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I've been traveling

It's the first time that it saw his stone;I was gathering stones for myself. Could water come from a stone? I'm sure of it.

Moving past that. But still in part.

O' Omega pup. But perhaps maybe not

The stones that run your body with, leave you dry.

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Did you here the story about the man who wants to be a monk; What about the purple spaghetti one?

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The Reason For Use

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 Last night as I was leaving work and going through lists in my mind, I asked the Lord that he would show me something whenever I got home. So, whenever I got home, I turned on Daystar, and listened to Pastors Dollar, Hagee, and someone I'd never seen before named John Paul Jackson.

 At one point in my life I used to think that most television churches were a stretch, or that they lacked credibility; however, over the past few month I've become more and more open to whatever the Lord may say to me, and how he could use the network & television to speak legit words to me.

And he did speak to me:

Song of Solomon 8:6-7 (AMP)

6 Set me like a seal upon your heart, like a seal upon your arm; for love is as strong as death, jealousy is as hard and cruel as Sheol (the place of the dead). Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame [the very flame of the Lord]!

7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would offer all the goods of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned and despised.

1 Corinthians 14:31 (AMP)

31 For in this way you can give testimony [prophesying and thus interpreting the divine will and purpose] one by one, so that all may be instructed and all may be stimulated and encouraged;

and so...

I watched  a lot of follow up video on the internet of John Paul Jackson. He is what could be considered a modern day prophet. He utilizes the spiritual power of receiving revelation from the Lord, and his ministry is focused on teaching people how to use these powers correctly in the eyes of the Jesus.

He went on to say that this could chocked up to your regular everyday Psychic, but that the difference come from the source. The  origin of a revelation makes it evil or good: either it is from the Lord, or it is a counterfeit from the enemy.

It's very interesting; I have recognized the spiritual nature of receiving art in the mind recently, and how it parallels to mysticism. It's left me to wonder what the implications of possessing such power means in terms of salvation. Typically I thought of it as divination, or something that would keep me from the Glory of the Lord.

Some suspicions have been confirmed, and the next curtain that is to be pulled back to show the next revelation is now clear.

With this being said, I honored the Father with the continuation of this...

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Multiple Things

i don't like you

I hate it whenever there are those people that you just can't stand, but you're in such close quarters with them--particularly those you work with.

Usually these people bring out the worst in me--not that I'm completely showing my ass in these situations, but they bring the most vial of things from my heart

Jeremiah 17:9 (amp)

9 The heart is deceitful above all things, and it is exceedingly perverse and corrupt and severely, mortally sick! Who can know it [perceive, understand, be acquainted with his own heart and mind]?

I have found myself before having conversation in my head with the type of character in questions. I would same something witty, and really stick it to them; then they would cower at my awesomeness, and know that I am the superior male.

My whole life, I have had these types of cosplays in my mind; however, now that I'm in my adult life, I see the degradation that it promotes to my well being.

The heart is indeed a dirty thing--O what can make me clean again? ...Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Unforgivable Sin

Unforgivable Sin is a haunting thing indeed. I don't really want to say too much about how is achieved by a human, rather than to point out what the book actually says about it. I've heard smart people say that "the one unforgivable sin is <arrogance or pride or doubting God... or whatever else they think it is>", and never refer to what the Bible says about it in the same sentence.

As if there is a commentary better than the gospels, which read:

Mathew 12:31-32

Therefore I say to you, every sin and blasphemy will be forgiven men, but the blasphemy against the Spirit will not be forgiven men. Anyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man, it will be forgiven him; but whoever speaks against the Holy Spirit, it will not be forgiven him, either in this age or in the age to come .

Mark 3:28-30

Assuredly, I say to you, all sins will be forgiven the sons of men, and whatever blasphemies they may utter; but he who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit never has forgiveness, but is subject to eternal condemnation—because they said, “He has an unclean spirit” .

Luke 12:10

And anyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man, it will be forgiven him; but to him who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit, it will not be forgiven .

 

From this point: "blasphemy" can be deduced into a myriad of things; however, I believe that it's very important to quote these scriptures in ANY commentary that talks about how the Lord can be unforgiving.

 

Customer Service Fallacy

Whenever one spends there money with an institution it does not mean the customer has the right to disrespect the individuals humanity. Being a customer service agent of any kind doesn't mean that you are a slave to the customer. 

The problem lies with the Audacious Consumer who believes they deserve (something)--and with the institution that comply with the childish behavior of said consumer.

I think that Americans have separated their interaction into two different categories (among other things of course): Business and Personal.

Business Relationships are completely sold out to the dollars. American Consumers believe that they are entitled to be treated as a Lords of sorts because they have the money that the business wants; and that on the terms of Business they can disrespect their salesman without being held accountable for their behavior during their transaction.

I've worked in many different positions of customer service, and I have dealt with so many people that believe they are "due something" --especially in the food industry--even whenever the profit margin doesn't reflect or compensate for any customer service--as if respect was quantifiable.

The truth is that regardless of a business transaction or a personal exchange, we are called to treat people with respect.

We are all guilty.

 

Give Caeser what is His

I just feel defeated.I've come to know that I'm not suited to earn my keep on Earth. We are all slaves here.

I feel like the floods have come, Surge by Surge.

Romans 8:35 (AMP)

35 Who shall ever separate us from Christ’s love? Shall suffering and affliction and tribulation? Or calamity and distress? Or persecution or hunger or destitution or peril or sword?

So in this reality of peril, I stand corrected by the word, And a victor, Over distress

In other news

The lumps are no big deal No STD's No Cancer High White Blood Cell Count--for whatever that's worth.

One Week From Now

One week from now I'm going into the studio, in the same fashion as I did a year ago about this time. "Sights and Sounds pull me back down another year; I was here." -Gold Dust

I've got a lot of things on my mind this morning, where I'm coming to you live from the front desk of Beckwith's Car Care.

The Competitive Nature of Music

I believe that proficiency is a beautiful thing as far as music is concerned. A very good friend of mine Jaime Malagon--whom I've written about in the past--is a classical purist. He is strict about his own proficiency as it is part of his pedigree. In cases like these, where one is recite the classics, he should be better than most. After all he has to maintain a position as a pianist for whatever institution is paying him.

However, outside of the professional since what about the very essence of music? What about the part of music that is vital to the human condition? Is music really about the flashy introductions and lead in? Or is it that music is only defined as competition that is to be played out on basic access television? And to be recognized as a musician, means that you've participated in one of these TV Shows.

Not that I think that there all bad, or that nothing good come from them. I love me some "Behind These Hazel Eyes."

Anyway

I've been listening to classic country music all day. I think the customers dig it :)

 

Lumps

I believe that the lump that is under my arm hasn't exactly gotten any bigger, or become more painful; I think that I've just become more aware of it. Though I haven't completely ruled out HIV/AIDS, the more and more that I read about it online I think it may not be that--as much as my father would love for it to be. I have a doctors appointment today to find out what's going on. Most resources online chock it up to a bacterial infection. But we'll see what's going on later.

The other day I felt pretty disconnected from the Father, so whenever I cam home from work, I ran a tub of hot water, and watched the Daystar network. I think it is a wonderful thing to let the Word of God just pour into your home--even if you're not really listening. This day, I was listening. There was a black preacher on, and he was making a point about faith in God. He reference the following:

2 Peter 1:2 (AMP)

2 May grace (God’s favor) and peace (which is [a]perfect well-being, all necessary good, all spiritual prosperity, and [b]freedom from fears and agitating passions and moral conflicts) be multiplied to you in [the full, personal, [c]precise, and correct] knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord.

He went on to say that spiritual growth as a Christian is only obtained through the "knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord." Also with this he went on to confirm the standard Christian doctrine that we are not saved by our action, but by faith.

In the set up of his teaching he also brought out the concept of "on Earth, as it is in Heaven."

Matthew 6:10 (AMP)

10 Your kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

The picture that he painted was this; as Christians on Earth we are to rejoice as we walk in faith through the Holy Spirit. As Christ is in Heaven--Glorified as God--we are to be confident in the trials that are given to us. The references were very on point to my life as he said things like, "You shouldn't be depressed because Christ isn't depressed in heaven." He also made a reference to a lump saying, "Don't worry about a lump on Earth, because Jesus isn't worried about a lump in Heaven." I found my lump two days later.

I can't help but believe that there is a greater narrative be told.

obsessions with death

About three days ago I discovered that there was a lump under my armpit. Since then my brain has taken me into a million different processes of how the lump originated. There is the cancer theory, benign cyst, and my dad's favorite--AIDS. 2014 is the year of realizations; last night as I was laying in bed an overwhelming anxiety came over me about death.  It was as if I kept trying to psych myself into the "non-reality" of my mortality. I'm afraid that death will be painful--a wasting away from liver failure, lung cancer, or my dad's favorite--AIDS. But death could also be quick and momentous; a brisk Sunday drive horribly gone wrong, or brain aneurysm stopping me in my tracks.

With that I'm brought to thoughts of legacy, purpose, and performance. If I were to die within the next few moments. What would be left of me?: A website that is loaded with disinformation to promote a perception of myself that may be inaccurate in response to the entire narrative-- Or hours of mediocre piano ramblings.

leg·a·cy

noun \ˈle-gə-sē\

: something (such as property or money) that is received from someone who has died

: something that happened in the past or that comes from someone in the past

 

 

 

Turning Into...

"Whale Oil Beef Hooked." And so I was last night. Falling to my own wants and sins. This was well shaped, Latino, and similarly to nameless. Really that's what I'm looking for; a body that is reminiscent of Nameless; It's a fleeting search. There is usually one or two variables that are off, and it all comes down to the fact that no one else is him.

It's me trying to recreate a deadly concoction that is ultimately lethal upon contact. I learned this lesson last year. Using sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll as conduits for spells and enchantments--ordering principalities and calling on the darkness. It's a shameful act; Something that I didn't even think could happen, or was real. But I believed enough that I'm left guilty, or that my hands are stained red.

Why is this something that I think is worth talking about on such a public form?

Am I seeking approval? Am I boasting? Am I discontent? Is this a moment to protect? Is this kind?

Along with becoming more aware of my own depravity, I'm coming to understand that the information that I make available on these types of outlets may not be helpful to other people's perspective, but even more so, my own perspective of myself.

I'm called to wonder what my life has amounted to over the past five months. It seemed that in the time that I was still with Nameless; that all I wanted to do was please the Lord. I was seeking His way out of the mess that had become of my life, but since Nameless; died I've been in a kamikaze tale spin of sorts.

What have I done for the kingdom? In asking myself this publicly does that mean that I'm really aware of my own debauchery. Words are only words unless they are backed by the actions of an individual.  As if this confession is worthy of forgiveness from a deity.

Nameless; two hours away

Last night as I was going to bed, my heart bled for nameless; As I drifted into dreams I heard from my subconscious, and I saw him in that place. I'd moved some two hours away for college, but he wouldn't be there.  I remember trying to text him, trying to call him, but he was horrible about answering. I kept begging, "please come see me, I'm scared to be here alone." He finally rang me back saying that he had arrived at my location. Only to find that he thought I was still at my apartment in Humble. We were still two hours away from each other, but He'd no idea where I was.

I went off to hide in a closet so that I could be alone, and I met a group of four guys who I would be freind. We kinda became a boy band of sorts.

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Working for the Man -- Or Woman

I find myself, this morning, sitting at the front desk of Beckwith's Car Care. Six months ago I would have said that it was a far stretch for me to come work for Lynn again, but I was given an offer I couldn't refuse. Really, how many people can say that their car repair free, and all they had to do was work Saturdays until their debt is paid off. It's a great opportunity really. My sleep schedule has been completely trashed here lately. Usually if I don't have to go to work on Saturday, I can sleep until three--maybe four o'clock. It's rather unhealthy, and so working for Beckwith's will give me a brake from sleeping... which according to my brother-in-law, isn't a break at all--it's the opposite of a break.

Beckwith's Car Care quite defined my being whenever I first got to Texas. They picked me up off the street, and groomed me to be the worker bee that I am today; for that I am grateful.

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