"22 And the Lord God said, Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live for ever:"
The final conclusion of all this is allways the same, there is no way out, we are doomed. What will have to happen will happen, we are really out of the equation in the sense that we are meaningless, we have no power, we are just spectators. Frustrating and enlightning. We have to search for something where we do mind and have power. The only higher entities that can become our partners in comunicating are Jesus and our HigherSelf, the higher entities I know of. God exists but I can´t comunicate with him, He´s too big for me to grasp. To deprogramm we have to chose Jesus, there seems to be no way around it, it´s trough Him. Those who don´t do that will end up choosing the other guy. 2012 was suposed to be the final deadline for this sort of thing but aparently was not.
BS, if deprogramming is so not difficult how to do it? I try to attain Jesus, there is not MY Jesus, I don´t have one.Elusive or not I have to attain it.
BS, sometimes you complicate things too much, things are already obscure enough. Some light shed from your corner would be greatly apreciated by us Transylvanian peasants...
Mind expansion involves moving beyond the limitations of signs and symbols - numbers and letters, language and thought. If you require the Secret Transmission, then make your mind fit to receive it.
Can you really turn your back upon the Devil?
Jesus turned and said to Peter, "Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the concerns of God, but merely human concerns."
Selective memory. Last night, my boyfriend attempted to indict me into Downtown Abbey (he loves the show) and sat me down to show me the first 15 or so minutes on Netflix. There was a part in which the gentleman of the castle descends the stairs and the staircase, the windows... I was speechless and terrified a little afterwards, I attributed my shock to a very handsome painting of someone of the house of Stuart, who I recognized. I knew those stairs. When I was Therese, I walked down very similar, almost identical stairs, while porting a dark dress and a tight corset. I remember those stairs. But why the hell would I? I remember parts of being Therese and a flash of being some medieval scholar man, but WHY? Why don't I remember killing someone in war? We've all done it. Why don't I remember all my heinous lives and what I did then?
But in the tale of Abel and Cain God protects Cain. Isn't that... sweet even? How can we say that God is vile and terrible to us when he protects us in such a way?
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God said, Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and
evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of
life, and eat, and live for ever:"
Yeah. All roads lead to Rome. *sigh*
Good cheese? Chocolate? Reading interesting novels?
Last night, my boyfriend attempted to indict me into Downtown Abbey (he loves the show) and sat me down to show me the first 15 or so minutes on Netflix.
There was a part in which the gentleman of the castle descends the stairs and the staircase, the windows... I was speechless and terrified a little afterwards, I attributed my shock to a very handsome painting of someone of the house of Stuart, who I recognized.
I knew those stairs. When I was Therese, I walked down very similar, almost identical stairs, while porting a dark dress and a tight corset. I remember those stairs. But why the hell would I? I remember parts of being Therese and a flash of being some medieval scholar man, but WHY? Why don't I remember killing someone in war? We've all done it. Why don't I remember all my heinous lives and what I did then?