New Episode of my Podcast. Zeus, The Hidden Truth…
Phoebe’s Journey to France, A true Story…These are my thoughts, today.
Not dangerous, but the methods of tantalization are endless.
Not sure to be able to fight for many causes anymore.
How can we work things out saintly without any strings attached to methods?
A sentient being indeed Phoebe. Even a spiritual teacher is not ready to rescue me.
Now that I have pouted a lot, I will move on to a healthier spot.
I will not forget as mistrust, promises as such were made that were never to be fulfilled.
I taught I was was looking for answers to my life
In actuality, I am not
This intuition again
Rounding in my ear
Telling me to find that fatherly figure again
He chosed not to be there
Or perhaps he did,
My motherly figure does not know, her forgetful way surges again
So, how in the world should I know
What happened that famous day
When I was conceived
Perhaps a manly man you are
I could have learned a lot from your looks though
I made some mistakes, you were not there so, it caused me to lick a man’s toe
Only you could have stopped it they say
But my heart is perhaps yours, indeed
He said I know God was protecting me. He wanted to know what God wanted from him; so, he chased God to learn what he wanted.
Dr. Shay said I know God was protecting me. He wanted to know what God wanted from him, so, he chased God to learn what he wanted from him
This man’s first spiritual experience began with his mother. Vivid memories of singing songs and reciting satanic scriptures linger in his mind.
He went on to say, the Holy Spirit audibly introduced himself to him at an early age of 3 and a half. Apparently, his guardian angel had his hands full keeping him safe.
His name is Dr. Shay. Dr. Shay mother would attempt to burn down the apartment, drown him as she tried to commit suicide.
Emergency foster care stepped in faraway lands. Too much church was going on. He went from one extreme to the other practicing satanic rituals to worshipping Jesus daily.
Eventually, suicidal ideation came into place.
He was 10 when his father found him
Where was my father, I so needed him to save me
An opportunity did present itself for me to meet my father when I was 18 years old. My mother was responsible, she chose not to go further.
He eventually lived with his father and joined another church. Things didn’t work out so fabulously well. Dr. Shay father’s eventually dropped out of the church, it became boring for him. For generations, this family attended church and even leads to congregations.
What followed was unbelievable. Severe poverty and depraved living.
Dr. Shay lived in a roach and rat-infested, three-bedroom house sharing one bathroom. The lights and water were turned off frequently. Government assistance stepped in.
Being disgusted with all of this, Dr. Shay as a little boy ran away and eventually went to jail for felonious assault.
Difficult time does drive the poor man wild.
After his release from prison, he decided to attend college and eventually seek to know God because he seemed to be chasing this poor man after all.
Eventually, he became a preacher.
Dr. Shay remembered that God directly talked to him.
That’s the route that he took to receive his blessings to flow.
I chose a home Away from Hell, as he so labeled his article
Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken. ~Oscar Wilde
Today, it’s a feeling like no other. Stop tapping against the right side of my head. Unimaginative, that jealous rage within.
Doesn’t matter though, nothing that will change the flow.
I must stop my workout and be attentive to peoples rages.
Nobody has time for that or perhaps change the ways humanity has designed life
Not interested in dictations about who I ought to be, nor spying that which I have nothing that highlights me
Vain I am, they say.
So, in vain, I remain.
It’s a hidden world of deep secrets
Understandeth all why the journey is so long
I am not a peaceful candidate for this job
How many times have we wanted something that someone else has
Can we blame the internet? Yes and No.
Seeing what else is out there, what other people are doing, and what other possibilities can be unsettling, but “the grass is always greener” is an expression that’s been around for far longer than the internet, and one that harbors up ideas of never being quite satisfied with what one has.
It evokes mental images of peering enviously over your neighbors’ fence, or of someone risking life and limbs trying to get over a bridge.
Its called to mind Adam and Eve thinking that perhaps an apple held better things than the paradise in which they already existed and of Cain’s seething jealousy of his brother, Abel. Self-doubt, envy, and aspiration are all, to one degree or another, essential elements of human nature
The issue arises when fixating on someone else’s grass leads you to dislike or neglect your own-
When you are so caught up in how much better that person’s life is that jealously and misery paralyze you from improving your own