Tuesday, June 14, 2016

WRITING FROM THE PULSE IS A SPIRITUAL EXPRESSION.

WHEN WE WRITE FROM OUR HEART WE ARE IN TOUCH WITH OUR EXPRESSIONS OF THE GOD WITHIN.

THE PURE HEART OF THE CHILD OF GOD IS CLEAR OF ALL WORRY AND FEARS OF THE WORLD.


So much sadness and worry the days of the last times will life bring to each sojourn,This is to tell each that the time is now and to clear all that burdens the soul.For home is our destination to the wholeness we seek.Within each, there is a knowing that only the soul keeps. Are we home already and not far away in a distant land?Can we feel and see the plan?The rains will come and go as the Earth sheds its woes.Can we even see our toes? Why do we observe the negatives of the world as if they are ours? The shadows of the weeping and the cries.The mother's and the Father's of all generations have set the pace.Can we read it on the face?The ages of the old ones told the story as we sat around the fire.Did we not become inspired?Some took up arms and others were left behind to pray for a new day.Only because that was their way.What is the way we choose to go?In the heart we all know.We hear the shots over the ones hiding in the stalls.Why do we drop and fall?We play dead but still He shoots.Did he not know we could not die some more as we lay on the floor?My friend laughed as he got many with bullets in his back.This was a gave me a life impact.Why was  I so afraid to die or get shot when I had a story to tell now. I know that death is not the end.My friend laughed as he was dying in my arms.Did he know something about the alarms?Was he prepare to meet his maker?I thought about the shaker.He smiled and looked at me with such a light was in his eyes of joy and peace.Was leaving or going his final rest at least? I remember the day we met at the club he was singing and telling us about his family rejection of the life he chose to live.He was suffering then.And now he is released from the judgments he had on him.I feel a release in my spirit also knowing he laughed at the way he grew.He was always loving and kind to all.And that last night at the club he was having a ball.We all love the darkness and the crowds and drank to each other with pride that swelled.We belonged and that is all that matter to us.We had heard nothing but fuss most of our lives.Why should we change our lifestyle so we fit? This whole thing was an accident. We didn't know how to love the way the world said we should.We love  the spirit of God inside was that wrong or right?He gave me such a fright.I guess he had seen the light.Now, what about my life?I can't forget that he laughed after being shot on that night.

CHANNELLING SURVIVOR AT THE CLUB

BRENDA BRADSHAW 6/14/16

PEACE







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