Everlasting apologies II

 

 How painful things are,

and how painful things can be,

yet painful of all is the human experience as a whole,

each sorrows carries it's own tunes,

we can express that sentiment,

that feeling with great ease and at times releasing a destructive path,

like a raging mighty river,

self inflicting all goodness crushed, as blind like a binding attachment it could not let go,

that pain...that sentiment...fine tuned sorrows, that rage we so madly revere,

for the yearnings souls that which pain holds, 

the easily channeled coerced, set free the chains that binds and release the stagnant

energies and be reborn with a new image of everlasting acceptance,

my apologies for the things I didn't say,

and regrets for not being heard, may the words of truth stand it's trials.

Rafael G Gonzalez 

Published on

5/3/25 3:03 PM

Sacred journey

 

 The emotional mask or veil of the pass is slowly being removed and the new you, forming the trust through that new awakening.

You acquiesce no trials or pressures, just a call that keeps the engine running and the fine tuning like a distress call, that your vibrating at a different level.

your not running from pass fears or moments that triggers upsetting response, the focus shifts and there are new chapters in blank pages to fill.

seek the moments and test the arrangements without words for cause, what ever is in the air that is worth engaging, make use of all knowledge gained and summons the highest power that which seeks and shapes that new path.

How many times do we break and how many times do we mend ? 

Life is like stitching and knitting...but we never give up on the call. As a filament that traverse in our holy path in the sacred journey of what is Divine, something will shake our deepest reserve that we are not alone. 

turn to Almighty God and see how troubled the enemy becomes ! 

give generously from your acquired gains, and the reserves that sat stock-piled for the moments to transition into that self assured purposeful call.

in the stillness, quietness, calmness ever enduring and patient, we give back to our Divine host all that which is rightfully his own.

in this order all that is sacredly guided to the highest power cries out Almighty God (YHWH) take me home...take me home.

Hebrews chapter 11 a resurrection awaits all those of faith, who defeated death, and their temporary absence had no authority over their eternal presences. As they await a promise to return from their resting place. In the hands of Almighty God their soul's recalled to memory and their works honored.

I wish we could one-day meet those challenges,

 Rafael G Gonzalez 

Published on

5/11/25 8:45 PM

 

 

 

 

Steadfast reaching out

                   Steadfast reaching out

One can find themselves easy, if adjusting to a superficial environment is easy contention ! Where are the adjustments ?

But the unseen, sighing... and yearns with words un-uttered (unspoken). It collaborates with messengers, and porters to herald the words. Partially digested, patiently it awaits...awaits for the total consume and nourishment.

In place are a chess-board of players, each one moves accordingly to the chess-masters wishes. The play-ground and field in turn becomes the host to which moves are made, to fill vacuums and gaps...subjects in a Kabuki drama oblivious comma,

Ancient drama, players the same, millennium's in the making, hour glass sifting, markers and signs all to obvious. Nations in parallel, masses awakens, consumer and destroyer ever present, a menace to yearn sighing the unuttered.

A call is made...I hear...I feel...sounds, frequencies, vibrations, colorful spectrum's of lights, I reach the same...why I'm I here ? Nourish with completeness of sacred expressions moves the player.

The benevolent host unuttered the scheme, foundations shakes...playing fields rearrange, the play-ground fruitful, never the forgotten. The endless cycle...or so it seems, what do they do ? Trapped in the belly of a time capsule allotted wishes that never metastasize ! Able bodies in trivial matters, charger at the gauntlet...the other side the unspeakable !

Restless in the quest to remain the under nourished, the contention tailor made or made to order...the host running thin makes for the next move ! Selection, choices, calls not for the many.

03/08/17

By: Rafael G Gonzalez