367 Vow

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There are four vows to Gods prayer in ACTS, to adore Thee, to confess to He, to thank Him, and to supplicate to God. Jesus Christ is Thee, He, Him & God Almighty. And I believe resides with us in this wide World somewhere and everywhere, in our hearts and minds. He is by our side, holding our hand and showing us the Light and Love to God, Himself, in purity and well-being.

It is not hard to do.

It is doing it correctly when you are thinking of yourself only.

It would seem, everyone can have a go at someone else to have a good time together, relative to the others downfall, by destroying all their hard work to get them out of their heads, for which the other did not put themselves in. It is an ongoing condescending joke that cannot be taken anymore. What is it? A screw job. How come? Because someone says toy with them. And why it has happened? So, they can reign free and the other cannot make a stand against the spiritual drugging of their mind by the dead. Right now, I would presume killing or murder, would not make it better, but to have control over their fate, the perpetrator does not care for this hypocritical society. If it is all of us in, then we do not care, and that is why we must not live somewhere else in our minds at war.

I feel sexual abuse as a cognitive ideation must stop, spiritually, so never go there. The same abuse of our families by control freaks leaves us to uphold the law by way of the Human Rights Act. And that supporting the Black Brotherhood, we are all supporting a movement against the abuse of slavery in history, to stop violence, and to come together. Because the game is a spiritual drugged joke to upend misconceived superfluity. So, I cry for the children and their families, especially in the Black Community.

It would seem there is a pattern of control, trying to be each other’s doctor. One is seemingly different to the other, as we are all different to each other. So, we appease each other, contemplate and aspire. However, one action stops until another stops to accept the tempt of fate to close and find out something special must end, and be committed to, lived out and made real to be sacrificed, until you find the bad is passed onto another.

This is why provocation is the result of many lives, and when we empathise the rippling effect on the masses when one column falls down, and the roof caves in; we all gather over and beyond that abuse causing the control to rise as one innocent group of satirical criticisers of those who complain constantly.

Of course, on the other hand the dreamer, a positive column of support is always let down by realism and reality. But the dreamer always wins because they do not pass on the abuse but delete it. They are the full stop to all games.

Life is not a game, but a dozen prayers, an angel on your shoulder awaiting pleasance of relaxation.

Love AB X

AMEN