BE

“I know I can ,be who I wanna be .

If I work hard at it I can be whoever I wanna  be be  be”

                                                                                                       … Naz

A hot afternoon fashioned in the daily frustration of  my

Country – no fuel – no light .i discreetly walk about,

(almost aimlessly) I encourage myself to get set for the

working days ahead.

I stop to stare and am fascinated by the peaceful and happy

Sway of a tree.my spirit sway with it, gently sliding into the

thoughts  “what if I was a tree ? what if just like the song by

Naz,I can just be whatever I want to be anytime I wanted .

Am tempted to conclude that  motivational speakers have

been lying all this while, telling us all that we can do and be

Anything.

(LIARS)

ok guys back back back ,it would be too cheesy and unintelligible

to make conclusions like that.

Though life would be rather experimental (just like in the

Movie – The Golden COMPASS) I can go to work as a lion,

Fly back home as a eagle, eat dinner as a bear then make noise

to my neighbor as a penguin.

Fun fun fun

Am not a wizard, so I’m in deep resolution of what I can be and

the height of  what I can be.

Life can’t be more complicated than it is as a human.

Bye bye tree, keep swaying. till next time.

THE COSTLY DOUGHNUT

Writing to you all after a very long time is a"huge disssaaaaappointmeeeeeent"(say it in slow motion).

In the light of that, I conclude that DISTRACTION is a delightful doughnut.

In the past few months, I've seen the gradual and systematic growth of a hidden chaos and disorder.The constant move from right to wrong, wrong to right is like that small bubble in a plumb line trying to get it's balance.

Most Christian would end up asking the question"am I responsible to create my own rights and wrongs?"

Back to the word "Distraction", here's a scenario

H1:M43:S10 (the digital clock reads)

A night guard resumes what he terms"monotonous creek nite", the clock is an incomparable companion, at 2am everything seems like a drag, radio stations are all following that same theme -boring- , the brown skin stern guard struggles to keep his eyes open remembering that his objective for the next 6 hours still remains for him to keep his eye on the 6 screen monitor connected to the surveillance camera.Every night he's on duty he feels like the most prudent, selfish and richest man-to keep guard of 600tons of gold for months unending and yet he can't touch.

"sigh, bullshit world" he says, few minutes later the letter "D, D, D, D, D"flashes repeatedly in his head "yep it's time for doughnut" he delightfully murmurs to himself.

The convenience of getting doughnut is so plausible that he didn't need to get his feet off the control desk to reach for a doughnut box-there was doughnut of pleasurable flavors in every locker and box,(apparently he should be on round check now).

Eating and enjoying doughnut was an art to him, no rush and every bite was to be remembered "this is the shit meeeeen" he tells himself.

H2:M10:S35 am -doughnut is good, all monitors in order, everything seems peaceful and okay.

H2:M10:S36 am -doughnut is still good, monitors glitches unnoticed, everything looks good but it's not.

Less than 6 hours later he will discover the surveillance camera has been tampered with, all he's been watching on the monitors had been loops........he's been robbed......while eating doughnut.

Question is what doughnut are you eating, while being robbed.

DISTRACTIONS

Tick tock, tick tock pt 2

Tick tock, tick tock, the wall clock subjugates the stale silence, he seems enslaved by time now, its 3:48am, how time flies, so it does, seven years married, no child with Modele, it suddenly looks like illusion, time is passing with slow motion. 

I feel un-repented, yet I’ve brought many to repentance, oh gosh! Tonight is not the night for remorse and self pity “Femi glides back to bed, feeling less dampy, he takes one last look at Modele, briefly compassion and sorrow seems to overwhelm him, he reaches out to hold and caress her soft body as she curls up needing want. Femi suddenly retreats  “man up, men don’t do that, she has to apologise first” laying back on the bed either as defeat or victory, he recalls the name of the car agent he’s to call “Mr. Waahl” surely I will be the first Mr Waahl will be hearing from today. “As femi’s eyes lapses to close, he replays his imagination of himself in the car for that’s all that matters now…  tick tock tick tock.

It wasn’t the loud sound of crash that suddenly woke Femi up, it was rather an inner urgency of his desires “call Mr. waahl” turning to his side where Modele slept, he found she wasn’t there, “she must have left for work”he thought,femi layed on the bed feeling quite disappointed that she didn’t reach out to apologise”.  “Anyways, that’s least of my worries now,the brat can do whatever.ill do what I want I want how I want it” He checks the time 6:45am, enough time to sort things out before I make my call. Walking to the table on the far left of the room. He’s tempted to open his car purchase documents again, but rather fascinated by a note beside the documents. He grins even before he opens it. Knowing it was written by Modele. “finally I won” he said. Femi opens the note casually, reading with interest, “Femi my boo, waking up to go pee after you came back to bed. I stared at you and realized still, I love you deeply and I will always love you.for all you’ve done I forgive you,I will lay beside you now as your wife as God has given me to you. Am your friend too you know, we’ll talk better in the early hours before I leave for work”. Femi folds it back totally feeling out of place not expecting to be broken ,while still in the gloomy mood of guilt. He hears a loud crash, a crash sound he swore he heard some 5minutes ago but this time aggressively louder.

He runs to the balcony to confirm what was going on.the image before him was chaos. His neighbor Dunkan ran by on the street in mere panics, seeing Femi he shout “Femi, Femi” aaah!!! Everybody is gone o, aah! Femi everybody.” His  neighbors screams on running and the chaos femi stares at confirms his worst fear.

THE RAPTURE.

TICK TOCK,TICK TOCK pt 1

Tick , Tock, Tick, Tock

Could the night have been move more worse than this. The angers of yesterday and the hope of tomorrow, what was supposed to be a shoot happy night has twined out to  be a sweaty, hot long night. Sleep or so to speak “rest” has diminished. Femi lays on his back, arguing with his thought more or less wrestling adamantly on  how far he would yield or not.” who is she to challenge me, even if am wrong… so f@#k what, if she’s my wife! How dare she!”.

Femi rattled with these statements over and over in his mind like a looping track, sweat covered him more as he conversed repeatedly within himself. “This phcn people deserve a curse tonight” Femi quietly grumbled, trying to keep the room as pale, still and quiet as he left it 12minutes ago. Every movement he made was done with such default of carefulness ,pretending he was asleep.

Turning his body for convenience, he stares at the one whom he quickly refers to as THE CHALLENGE. “She’s your wife, you know” a soft voice reckons in his head  “she’s  just watching out for you” listening to the voice swells Femi into anger again, his heart beat races as he frowns so deeply that sweat runs quickly to the curves and furrows, gently dripping to his pillow.

He stares on at his wife in the dark extensive room, the more he stared the less he saw of her details, only silhouette left, her  silhouette forming words: bitter words ,everything rushes back again .”How did I end up having a night like this? Tonite was to be a good night for me going by my expectation tomorrow, tomorrow? Oh today !its 3am already” he turns around backing his wife not for convenience but to usher in a lighter thought. (And convenient it was)Femi’s attention focused on the document laying on the table at the extreme end of the room .A document he has reviewed over and over the previous day. He creeps to the table glancing back as a thief would. Getting to the table, he stares at the document as the moonlight shines on it. The document read “receipt of purchase” ,Femi’s satisfaction is entirely the brochure that comes with it. He pulls out a brochure with a Mercedes benz logo on it, flipping through the pages, he is overwhelmed.”TODAY I will be driving my first brand new car” a 2013   brand new Mercedes.

Scratching his scalp in the anxious manner that he’s used to, “everything else needs to change with this.” Still fondling with his scalp, he turns facing his wife Modele again.  “Why?” was the question in his head.  “I understand my flirt problems, is it a problem or a curse, either one is unpleasant. What am I to do? I really am making efforts, seriously. I am at least in comparison to my friends,…. Modele and I have to go over and over fights like this, she pulled a white flag for peace but my ego is too…. Whatever, besides how can she invade my privacy, men do these things once in a while, I’m right, totally right” femi stops, realizing that he’s gone  to the toilet and back, pacing around without realizing it. ....

IT IS WITH A GRAVE HEART THAT WE ANNOUNCE THE DEATH OF MY IGNORANCE.My ignorance has dug several pit and graves,all which has been unintentionally dug for what purpose i cannot trace neither can i justify.my ignorance has dug snares which has expended my journey,faulting the steps of others too.not this journey I've begged.which other journey could it have been...the one i chose,was chosen for me or the journey He willed on me.
Friends ,..today i'm righteous for i believed and believe that jesus is the son of God.
what is a righteous man? simply a man who believes Gen 15:6
I will boast  of nothing else but my believe for it will be counted as righteousness.....then i say "ignorance where are you".
come again with your vices and i will crave more to be righteous.for it is a gift.
mmmhhh.....

Sweet Darkness

sweating and dripping from anxiety, fear or is it from the adrenalin - don't know which (at least not yet).Every senses in me strains so hard to peep furtively into nothingness (nothingness?<is there a word like that,jeeeeeezzz) or rather the DARK SILENCE.
yeah! really it is both silent and dark.Silence and darkness walls off any form of information i might need now."Am i in danger or still having fun? "
Dont know where i've reached ,what angle i was,what's infront and what's behind.My thoughts grew tired of  patiently counting,my vibrations continued the count 10,11,12,13,14......(i felt like a sitting dock staring like a blind bat ) the count felt like forever.slowly my hand fondles ahead to reach the cold metal infront of me,closing my eyes is of no difference -"its still darkness all the same"
Then it started with a whisper,then two screams and ......... screams,it sounds like its coming from a thousand feet below,another passes above me -whoooossh,another scream just sped by me at arms lenght.
This screams are familiar,its.... its fear, exhiliration, anxiety, daring, adrenalin all mixed up (talk about bad mixture),just when i was to make my conclusions my carriage started moving again.At first steadily then .........all i knew was i was back on the crazy mad  loops at 200mph with screams all around creating a thread of uncharming echoes.
10 mins later,we all came to a stop.lights on and feeling dazed eagerly waiting to be unstrapped  from the seat belt "what a ride"we all said, "Dude that's not cool
ok back back back,this is the real picture - 30mins ago i paid to ride a rollercoaster in the dark.(beat that)
what such mad experience that was, we pay to go on a ride without knowing what to expect and how it will end.
i was over a thousand feet high (HIGH hmmmmmm lolz) IN DARKNESS ,switching on the lights and seeing how crazy we were riding would have made a few of us pass out (if not the whole riders)
is'nt it ironical that the journey and experiences we enjoy and engage ourselves in is just a rollercoaster in darkness.
Thinking:Where does it lead is the question?

Yep Free !

cheeky, cheeky, cheeky...thats what someone thought when he got my message.well shock shock ding dong.its real am giving out free stuff -tshirts ,posters (brands of "something perfect"),and books also.well there it goes,("he's crazy" you say) am just doing what God instructs me to do.wetin i go do nah.To get your free bundle just read one of the inspiring blogs leave a comment with your code name and phone no/bb pin.then ill get back to you asap,some might be personal delivery or you go pick up.
This is a long journey to the climax---just hook up to the community,there is absolute Sense Admitting You (SAY).
you're absolutely free to hook up your write up with me (as long as it's on the same road track with this vision)
for folks outside the boistering and noisy territory of Nigeria,getting your freebies is still a little puzzle,but bet ya ill get it to you.so ya all enjoy the archive and be a better person everyday.love love love
Lamii thanks (you know what)

HOW TO HIDE THE MURDER WEAPON

I stared at my plate with such disdain challenge, gazing at the magnitude of what I’m about to embattle. It’s been 18 minutes of subtle engagement with the palatables (spices) on my plate, now here’s the grand finale. This is the point where others say “am done” for me it’s “I just started” - what a climax -.
So I engaged this humongous meat bone (honestly it was), crushing, biting, scrapping, sucking, licking and crushing again –thinking only of the beauty of life in this embarrassing and satisfying process, (having an indurate expression ,I couldn’t even hear the hollering and chattering of kids around me, all was a tender mute)I continued what my mouth and teeth was good at doing – CRUSHING –
15 mins elapsed and my squinky face expressed VICTORY. ”What! Did you actually crush the bones?” my hostess expressed “or did you use something to crush the bones, how the heck did you do that?.....” on and on she went.

I actually didn’t know the magnitude of my damage until I humbly looked at my plate again,….the bone has been well crushed (victory).
“whatever you used, YOU REALLY MURDERED THAT BONE” said my host. I received that with a grand smile, a smile that lasted till the break of dawn – then a new thought kept running through my mind-
If my mouth was the murder weapon, I actually did a good job hiding it.i had the intents from my mind to crush the bone, and my mouth did just that.So now am challenged with reality, ” how do I use my mind and mouth for my living?”
The great book (bibile)says “in the mouth lays the power of life and death”.how many destinies have i crushed and marred.

“be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind” my murder case stops with the renewal of my mind, no wonder the bible said “Do not be hasty to speak when in the presence of God”(not because you have bad breath or otherwise) ,put your mind in proper order so as to articulate your words to the intellectual God .
God loved the word so much that he called himself THE WORD (how about that)
In Gen 1,nothing respected the presence of God until he spoke “…let there be….” (I guess God was putting His mind in order before He spoke,ha,ha,ha,ha) immediately everything went into scurry and obeyed His words.
After crushing the bones and satisfying “myself” ,I had a sudden precipitation to clean my hands and mouth – we savour so much to satisfy ourselves thereafter we look for the shortest ways to quickly clean up the mess.(the hurts, confusion,lies etc)
Why don’t you shut it! when your words are not salted .president Obama recently gave state of the union address, a hair raising speech (can imagine how much bags of salt would have gone to preparing the speech LOL). I sure do have a endless list of people who just speak incoherently or dangerously.(only if words come out as animated stickers, we would learn to keep it down)
WORDS can only show how better or worse off you’ve become – make conscious effort to speak ESSENCE.

I kinda understand why he gave us all one mouth, two would have been greaaaaaat destruction (double bone crusher ha,ha,ha)
Seriously I lay this in your mind to start 2012, - make every effort to hide the murder weapon, speak only the things your mind has pre-meditated, what you speak either diminishes or magnifies your situation.In the while buy some gum to keep the murder weapon fresh.
Chao.

Be job and not a job

The Lord said to satan, “very well then,everything he has is in your hands,but on the man himself do not lay a finger.Then satan went out from the presence of the Lord” –Job 1:12

Hello peeps, Christmas was quite studed,(at least the concept of its purpose is still very prominent and honoured in my thoughts).

So Christmas came and strolled on,well ill say welcome to the repentance week (yeah ,that week where everone prepares for a new year.)

Ok,ok I intend to make this article brief. Am back on the issue of job to wrap up the year. Satan leaving the presence of God must have felt like a sleek assassin working for the American government. Apparently he might have made calls to his agents saying “I got a job”.

What would the new year welcome i ask – is it tragedy, sorrow, joy, war, fear, regression, famine, victory, deliverance etcin all I know how job in the bible would have reacted if he was in our time –PATIENCE and  THANKSGIVING.

Yep that’s the key, challenges are inevitable but am sure those two key  words do work.

Bottom line is satan always has a job to do on us but the question is are you going to be like job,

So in the new year ,don’t let satan make you his JOB but you be JOB.

Chao, happy new year. promise to explore more on the human existence and how to be a better man.{what the frag is wrong with these boko haram numbs,jeeeezz} All I know is we are not of this world, and there’s more to you.

Thanks for visiting and kindly register.

mad goodies is coming your way in 2012,hey i mean it.be part of something big.

Pleased to meet you

Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

I've been around for a long, long year

Stole many a mans soul and faith

And I was round when jesuschrist

Had his moment of doubt and pain

Made damn sure that pilate

Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game

I stuck around st. petersburg

When I saw it was a time for a change

Killed the czar and his ministers

Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank

Held a generals rank

When the blitzkrieg raged

And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you ……-sympathy for the devil by the Rolling Stones

In Job1:6-7 Satan reintroduced himself<reannounced his resume to Jehovah.

Clearly by the lyrics of the song above,is is ok to sat satan was fair enough have introduced himself.Satan has always introduced himself one way or another yet his introduction is considered as DECEPTIVE.

Ok get this> “A guy comes to you and introduces himself  “Hi,I am killer,and I’m going to kill you”,you respond and say “And how do you intend to do that” the killer says “with Honey”>silly you says “waowcoooool”

Technically speaking satan’s deception is his introduction,Now am asking  if  that would imply to us as humans._ who you introduce yourself as is the real you.

Gazing at my phone one day, the screen switched to sleep mode, and suddenly the screen mirrored the image of my face,glaring at my features “hello me” I said, “who am I?” a long call question.

Saint paul almost concluded he knew all about himself until he found something else at work within –Romans 7:23-25.Taking time to settle the war WITHIN makes it easier for you to call for peace WITHOUT.

INNER PEACE – waow that is such a climax feeling, makes it so easy to introduce myself to every situation, person and circumstances. Only a woman who gave birth can tell you the feeling of the relieve afterwards (immediately the baby is out).it is impressive to illogically  sum it up that satan had experienced his own INNER PEACE, meaning he concluded who he was (disobedient rascal),despite it wasn’t what God wanted for him.This action gave him a new tittle from LUCIFER  to SATAN.

Looking closely at the movie “passion of the Christ”,Christ attained his INNER PEACE in the garden after praying a while, with sweat and lamenting. He rose thereafter with a fresh breath of relieve(for He was now at peace with the will of the father and his destiny)”let Your will be done” he said, Jesus  laboured enough to clearly know and understand the mind of God. He was no more at war with Nothing. Coming out of the garden His next introduction would go thus  ”This is who  I am –A Lamb for the world”-  “pleased to meet you Jesus” I would say.

I seek daily for the opportunities to attain this INNER PEACE (so that I can introduce myself better to the world)

Hoi !iaint talking about the popular super star trend ,creepy things that peeps say “AM ONE WITH NATURE,blablabla”.am talking about ,being aligned with the mind of God as concerns YOU, where you are ,what you are, your next step e.t.c except you attain that peace you will always be at war within.

Process 1:Always be grateful and thankful to God. maybe soon you will introduce yourself.”Hi, am grateful,am here to give thanks”

“Pleased to meet you” I will say.

INVESTIGATION OF NEGATIVE IMAGINATIONs.

JOURNAL OF:

INVESTIGATION OF NEGATIVE IMAGINATIONs.

PART 1.

72HRS JOURNEY OF HUMAN  SITUATION, CIRCUMSTANCE, EVENTS AND REACTIONS.

Jealousy ,chop alone,  Abuse housemaid, lies, police cell, unjustified slap, rage, back biting, more anger, misplaced, rape once, mediocrity, cover up, secrets, bad secrets, raped twice, over spend, drunk driving, set up, deception, spy, glutton, over confidence, covetous, desperate, burn evidence, denial,” this is the last time”, broken,  hatred, unforgiving,  “it’s  my first”, shameful, police net, addiction, “uncle touches me”, slave master, Agnostic, suicidal, pervert, lust, lazy, fetish, human trading, abusive, “he doesn’t deserve her”, gay, rape again, poisoned, hit and run, heart breaker, stripper, questions, “I am a bastard”, sex worker, blood sacrifice, unfaithful, twisted words, infectious, hypnotize, hypocrite, abortion, speed, infidelity, gambling, doubts, impersonate, cold feet, crucified, resentful, “it was her fault”, fake, empty promise, “can’t share”, “don’t mix with them”, hopeless, shrewd, “whatever it takes”, “he made me to it”, selfish climax, “I am pregnant”, “this can’t be happening”, abductor, unthankful, “I am fat”, ingrate, “I am not your kind”, rumor, irresponsible, ”one more and I’ll leave”, nepotism, “am done”, criticize, cover up, fake smile, religious, “you’re a disappointment”, flesh eaters, envy, greed, ignorant, adultery, liar, witchcraft, enslave, “you slept with a  dog”, blood feast, atheist, impatient, “am a bastard!”, ingrate, misunderstood, fraudster, “am a disgrace”, “I did it again”, snub, nymph, addicted, denigrate, break promises,  procrastinate, “nobody loves me”, “no good can come out of you”, animalistic, self degrading, “can’t do better than this”, hopeless, burnt out, “I need death”, fear, frail, “am I cursed”, ungrateful, wife beater, despise, displace, shut down, “I’ll rape her”, egoistic, insomnia, “am I really ugly”, haughty, “am tired, totally tired”, condescend.

Somewhere in there is YOU

Somewhere in there is ME.

WELL CookeD PLAn

“The day you sin,you will die says God

Justice must be served.

Satan’s contextual thought

“God loves Adam

 God hates sin

If I can put what God loves in what God hates, and put what God hates in what God loves. theeeeeeen if God kills what he hates he will be killing what he loves, if God sustains what he loves he will be sustaining what he hates.

I think I will give God a dilemma.”(Unfortunately satan was just living out the script God had already written.)

So in all of this logic,I’ve been  trying to get myself out of this predicament.(though highly unsuccessful).so what do I do with all this junk in me –masturbating,envy,jealousy,strife,lust,anger,cheating,murder,coveting,greed, lies ,the list is endless (did you just raise your judgmental eyebrow at my context, yeah right like you’re any better)

Ok back to me,

Living out this kind of growing and devouring lifestyle, an endless circle of pray for forgiveness then sin,pray forgiveness,sin again,pray forgiveness then sin and so on (you know how it goes, you do that too).So just in the same thought ful process as satan asked ,I asked myself “what practical way can I improve my mind status at least if I can’t totally clear the table.

And ‘pop’ comes the idea, like a bulb on ma head (now I feel like the moment in cartoons where the light is shinning on me, eyes pooping, big grin and a acending chorus on G note as soundtrack).

So I turned to the ideology of  LIGHT HYPNOSIS. (“he is losing it “i hear you say,but just wait nah!)

All I did was to create another circle for myself –cutting off early morning radio addiction, and several other things I listen to or watch –( am not so good at reading the bible so I presume this new circle will lead me to attentive reading).Selected audio messages on  of preferred preachers and motivators, worship songs and then I created a loop –over and over I listened to them, (it was so crazy that when I sleep I hear the messages from my subconscious, I see words in text). even when am not listening I still play it ,I might catch a helpful word or phrase –who knows-

Ok so the hypnosis is proving successful, my mind was beginning to replace words in my head – am driving am listening to the audio messages, am walking am listening, am working am listening …….(get yourself a ipod maan)

Gradually   my mouth started speaking what I’ve been listening to .nevertheless distractions came ,quite challenging being regimented but I kept the circle. soon enough I felt a part of the junk  signing out or shifting aside to allow room for more positive grounds. Its almost like when you enter a commercial bus and you have to nicely tell the passengers to adjust further for you to sit well.

After several weeks of this continuous experiment, it dawned on me the part in the bible where paul  spoke about renewing of the mind-“…….but be transformed by the renewing of your mind,so that you may prove what is good,…….” Rom 12:2

Waow how practical and logical, see am already trying to PROVE the perfect will of God.

So as satan actualized those plans (1^st paragraph), God had already planned his coming to reincarnate himself to justify us – Heb 9:19

It was a well COOKED PLAN.

Satan thought his plan was the end – TOTAL CONDEMNATION- (ask Vincent price of thriller to say those words,add some soundeffects to it  and it will sound better)

But really all had been fixed, we just needed to create the circle.

Unless you wanna enjoy wanking yourself to gloom or keep  at the mediocre lifestyle with your negative thoughts, then you better get yourself together and start the light hypnosis.

Chao  

Bloody artisans

BLOODY ARTISANS

………And the rain descended,and the floods  came ,and the winds blew,and  beat upon that house ; and it fell:and great was the fall of it.

                                                                                                      - MATTEW 7:24 – 27.

The mighty wonder I see is the standing eloquence of a skyscraper,the magnificence of such height and complexity is outstanding.more outstanding is the sheer process involved-Foundation, pillars, stages, stages, stages.

A gentle walk around the building site  was all I intended (having sorted the approval),its so hard keeping my attention straight with the dancing of the dust, sounds bouncing all over and workers bumping into me, clambering all over – barely noticing me. not long after wards I observe the labourers slowing down their work pace and looking in my direction.i was almost so sure something wasn’t aright with me,but found none…and the stare continued.

Quick one – stop the music, remove the ear piece and look around- that I did and there stood the module of attention.

He was literarily barking and pointing at a section of the building and referring back to the large blue print at hand. A handful of personnels around him just looked on in witty embarrassment(he was even more enraged by such blankness).He must most definitely be the chief architect.A distant folks around me (looking like remoulded Egyptian mummys in white paste) whispered amongst themselves “oga don start be dat” “no dey wey hin come,na so so complain”.A smile expanded on my face ,the silly fellows thought I was acknowledging their comments-they felt more encouraged.

“bloody artisans, bloody artisans ,cant they listen to simple instructions…..”the chief architect’s voice ranted on.(he must have had the usual experience with the Nigerian artisans)

My thoughts grained back to the structure in front of me and the people working on her,I tried to propel myself to think as the chief architect-he had every right to scream as he wished-time and money has been invested into this PROJECT.I took a rueful grin at some of these nutt cracked head workers ,a couple of them could just be compromising his duties not understanding  why they have to be chary and perfect in approach.

The situation and the structure seems more apprehensive to human growth or resurrection. Angels and demons working side by side on the human structure on different levels (looking like a progressive cornubation).what the enemy intends for bad turns out good.

We grow to have a dozen incompatible philosophies dancing about in our head a fertile construction site for the demons  to be at WORK. Our minds in a phase of doctrines being true or false, Academic or practical, outworn or contemporary, conventional or ruthless.

Aa a living structure that we are ,so many things are at work within us, these things working within us either MAR or MAKE US into a confounding failure or the ultimate structure according to blue print.

Yet in all of this there is a little hole for the devil to awaken our reasoning(nevertheless not his plans to do that ,talk about “all things working out for our good”)

What the devil aims is to make us attend to frivolous universal issues and withdrawing from the stream of immediate sense experiences – reason with me ,when you accredit vast amount of  unskilled artisans to work on a master piece,what do you expect a few years down the line-you’re right TOTAL COLLAPSE.

A quick pause at the base of the structure, throws me to thoughts “WHAT DO I THINK MOST?,WHO OR WHAT IS AT WORK WITHIN ME? –Unskilled ARTISANS OR PROFESSIONALS concluding the answers to that will tell me how my end  future will look like.

Have a great day ya all.

“the wrong perception from the human race

about the demons is to disbelieve  in their existence

,the other is to believe and feel an excessive uninterest

in them.they themselves are equally pleased by both errors.

                                                                                   -C.s lewis (screwtape letters)