Questions For God!????
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To get to heart of the story I must delicately cut the skin and weave my way around the other organs that ones rib cage contain I think you'll enjoy either way.
So I'm lying on my uncle's couch fast asleep until the the ruckus in the kitchen woke me, Unks' yells out Andy you going to church?.I reply "Nah I'mma sleep in today." in my I just wake up voice.(barry white) enjoying the final days of my vacation and thinking I'll sleep all day. That totally didn't happen. However what did was exhilarating, somewhat uncanny and a bit shocking. I've heard scores of folks talk about being hagged but never had an experience of my own to hold onto until that day. After being up for a short period of the morning I decide I'd go back to sleep. There I lied on my uncle's couch temporarily paralyzed by this regenerative mechanism called sleep.. Open to whatever forces see fit to attack weather it be good or evil, with only the faith in my soul and the love in my heart for a higher power to protect me. Within my slumber I feel a presence so I open my eyes. It was as if some one was watching me sleep. -(We may say we are only humans but our brains are really great tools.)- I'm sure you've had a feeling as if you were the subject of the room before.
I open my eyes's and thinks hmm theres no one there, everything looks the same. until I attempted to move, I felt a unexplained force press against my head and chest forcing me to lye flat on my back. Immediately I begin to rebuke this spirt by saying: " What demon this is playing with me today dread?. After no response I began to pray franticly Demanding that this spirit release me form his grip, at this point I'm shouting at the top of my lungs and it seems as if I'm shouting into a black hole. This dull blank airy silence canvases the room So in the midst of praying I remember me saying release me in the name of Jesus" then the voice replied But what if I'm not a Demon???..... I'm dumbfounded at this point????? ... WTH is this is all I could think. Before I could formulate a response I was released from my temporary paralytic mode and functioning as normal Homo sapiens do.. The entire family had already left for church at this time so it was Me, Myself and God in that joint. (Literally) That's bizarre I thought, but I had this feeling that this was just the beginning. Boy was I ever so right, I tried staying up ass late as I could to avoid going to sleep! It worked until about 2:30. I woke up 4 hours and 6 minutes later drenched in my own tears.. Big man crying for no reason I could think off..... Fear maybe? The Task? I still don't know exactly.
Here I am sitting in a room with the exact same voice that visited me earlier. before I could even speak or ask questions He says to me. "I want you to touch the tile".. as I position my self to touch the tile as instructed he continues his instructions by saying "when you touch the tile, whatever you see or hear is what were up against!" I find myself on this flush carpet, the room was a bit dark, I couldn't make out a face of the other person in the room but the voice was most certainly the same. I creep to the door and reach out with my right hand to touch the tile and as soon as I do this DARK Ghostly like figure flies down the hall at me... I had bin pulled back into the room so quickly it felt as if I were a yo-yo being slung down at full force allowed to come to rest then brought back to the palm, or as if I were a puppet on a string allowed to slack off until the puppeteer decides it's time to perform. Next this window appeared and my shadow began to shape shift to that of all things that ressemble the devil!.. It wasn't until the fourth strike of lightning that the most vivid shadow reflection set in. At this point fear sets in, I'm seeing me react in a humanly way! While this spirit that visited me earlier whom I'm now assuming was the ever so present and living God, was extremely calm. I can recall swearing and all I was that terrified. I'm like what the FUCK was that?. What kind of devilish shit is this I'm dreaming? I found this detail the most outstanding I could hear myself screaming in my sleep through out the entire ordeal, so when I pitched up the first thing I did was look to see if I had woke any one up. Then I looked at the clock. There I lay weeping as If I'd lost my only son to a cold world the tears were uncontrollable. Nothing but lyrics to songs unsung running through my mind. As you may have realized I have a way with words my talent seems to be rapping and singing, days before I was actually working on a song to debut as a feature on my cousin's mix tape. The verse was to be laid on to the ever so popular Free Mason instrumental. Rick Ross is the artist for those that don't follow rap!. I couldn't help but to wonder was this a sign?. I didn't email my verse as a result. Was this God intervening? Was it his way of saying no son no music.. or was it a heads Up!..
Truth is i've had that experience. It still makes me teary eyed to this day!.. Its awesome and yet burdensome!.. You feel a sense of responsibility there after. It is simply NO JOKE! It feels like the little girl in the Shirley Caesar classic "I remember mama". (if you grow up in the 90's u know what it is.) Funny story I always thought if I could speak to God I would ask him: why's the sky blue? Whats an appendix for?! Why did you make this and that too?... Failed.... His presence alone is so overwhelming.. You'd just shut ya trap and listen! Then you would weep. Why? I have no idea, maybe because you then realize how unworthy and broken you must be as a being. Personally I thought will I be able to handle the task given to me. Moving Daily!. I'm very visual and He knows. I believe nothing until I see it happen my self and that was something I experienced and still haven't quite made sense of... Interpit as you see fit world but to those longing to come face to face. man I dunno if you want it the way I did, it's definitely humbling. The type of experience that forces change.
P.S. Leave a comment, feel free to read anything on here...
To get to heart of the story I must delicately cut the skin and weave my way around the other organs that ones rib cage contain I think you'll enjoy either way.
So I'm lying on my uncle's couch fast asleep until the the ruckus in the kitchen woke me, Unks' yells out Andy you going to church?.I reply "Nah I'mma sleep in today." in my I just wake up voice.(barry white) enjoying the final days of my vacation and thinking I'll sleep all day. That totally didn't happen. However what did was exhilarating, somewhat uncanny and a bit shocking. I've heard scores of folks talk about being hagged but never had an experience of my own to hold onto until that day. After being up for a short period of the morning I decide I'd go back to sleep. There I lied on my uncle's couch temporarily paralyzed by this regenerative mechanism called sleep.. Open to whatever forces see fit to attack weather it be good or evil, with only the faith in my soul and the love in my heart for a higher power to protect me. Within my slumber I feel a presence so I open my eyes. It was as if some one was watching me sleep. -(We may say we are only humans but our brains are really great tools.)- I'm sure you've had a feeling as if you were the subject of the room before.
I open my eyes's and thinks hmm theres no one there, everything looks the same. until I attempted to move, I felt a unexplained force press against my head and chest forcing me to lye flat on my back. Immediately I begin to rebuke this spirt by saying: " What demon this is playing with me today dread?. After no response I began to pray franticly Demanding that this spirit release me form his grip, at this point I'm shouting at the top of my lungs and it seems as if I'm shouting into a black hole. This dull blank airy silence canvases the room So in the midst of praying I remember me saying release me in the name of Jesus" then the voice replied But what if I'm not a Demon???..... I'm dumbfounded at this point????? ... WTH is this is all I could think. Before I could formulate a response I was released from my temporary paralytic mode and functioning as normal Homo sapiens do.. The entire family had already left for church at this time so it was Me, Myself and God in that joint. (Literally) That's bizarre I thought, but I had this feeling that this was just the beginning. Boy was I ever so right, I tried staying up ass late as I could to avoid going to sleep! It worked until about 2:30. I woke up 4 hours and 6 minutes later drenched in my own tears.. Big man crying for no reason I could think off..... Fear maybe? The Task? I still don't know exactly.
Here I am sitting in a room with the exact same voice that visited me earlier. before I could even speak or ask questions He says to me. "I want you to touch the tile".. as I position my self to touch the tile as instructed he continues his instructions by saying "when you touch the tile, whatever you see or hear is what were up against!" I find myself on this flush carpet, the room was a bit dark, I couldn't make out a face of the other person in the room but the voice was most certainly the same. I creep to the door and reach out with my right hand to touch the tile and as soon as I do this DARK Ghostly like figure flies down the hall at me... I had bin pulled back into the room so quickly it felt as if I were a yo-yo being slung down at full force allowed to come to rest then brought back to the palm, or as if I were a puppet on a string allowed to slack off until the puppeteer decides it's time to perform. Next this window appeared and my shadow began to shape shift to that of all things that ressemble the devil!.. It wasn't until the fourth strike of lightning that the most vivid shadow reflection set in. At this point fear sets in, I'm seeing me react in a humanly way! While this spirit that visited me earlier whom I'm now assuming was the ever so present and living God, was extremely calm. I can recall swearing and all I was that terrified. I'm like what the FUCK was that?. What kind of devilish shit is this I'm dreaming? I found this detail the most outstanding I could hear myself screaming in my sleep through out the entire ordeal, so when I pitched up the first thing I did was look to see if I had woke any one up. Then I looked at the clock. There I lay weeping as If I'd lost my only son to a cold world the tears were uncontrollable. Nothing but lyrics to songs unsung running through my mind. As you may have realized I have a way with words my talent seems to be rapping and singing, days before I was actually working on a song to debut as a feature on my cousin's mix tape. The verse was to be laid on to the ever so popular Free Mason instrumental. Rick Ross is the artist for those that don't follow rap!. I couldn't help but to wonder was this a sign?. I didn't email my verse as a result. Was this God intervening? Was it his way of saying no son no music.. or was it a heads Up!..
I have seen folk say man "If i coud talk to God I'd ask him"!!!!!!..... a whole heap of things man!...
Truth is i've had that experience. It still makes me teary eyed to this day!.. Its awesome and yet burdensome!.. You feel a sense of responsibility there after. It is simply NO JOKE! It feels like the little girl in the Shirley Caesar classic "I remember mama". (if you grow up in the 90's u know what it is.) Funny story I always thought if I could speak to God I would ask him: why's the sky blue? Whats an appendix for?! Why did you make this and that too?... Failed.... His presence alone is so overwhelming.. You'd just shut ya trap and listen! Then you would weep. Why? I have no idea, maybe because you then realize how unworthy and broken you must be as a being. Personally I thought will I be able to handle the task given to me. Moving Daily!. I'm very visual and He knows. I believe nothing until I see it happen my self and that was something I experienced and still haven't quite made sense of... Interpit as you see fit world but to those longing to come face to face. man I dunno if you want it the way I did, it's definitely humbling. The type of experience that forces change.
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