4 THE SKY WAS EMPTY

THE SKY WAS EMPTY

The sky becomes empty because of the conformity of man to carnality instead of spirituality.

I saw an empty sky and it seems as if all has faded away. Everything was only but the shadow of themselves including humanity. The remnants who have an insight into who they are are now rooming and trying to find the life path. A course too difficult to run because all aims at knowing what the missing orb of life is…

The Orb is missing...

If we can find the orb, our love for straying soul will be high. We will go all out filled with compassion to go out and preach the orb, which is the message of God, and administer the gospel, which is peace.

Luke 15: 8-10

"Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? And when she has found it, she calls her friends and neighbours together, saying, 'Rejoice with me, for I have found the piece which I lost!' Likewise, I say to you, there is joy in the presence of the angel of over one sinner who repents.

I love music so much, but it is as if music loves me more. Are you surprised at my statement?

Music is life; music is a person if you can find the way in. You will know the truth and enjoy life. What I sing, is a person that sings and Him singing simply implies loving me first (1 John 4: 19), above the emptiness and void that occupies my heart called self. Self would always want to puff up, even in knowledge. His life in me will tell me to, stay down! You do not have the right to drive and you have no place in him because I the Lord live in him.

Sometimes, the best music I have ever heard was the sound of my heartbeats. From nature's calls, I hear the waterfalls, the ocean waves, the winds and even the birds. I have come to discover no one can dislodge their perfect harmony, with unimaginable understanding to know what pause is and can pause to give the music dynamics that will leave you with only an option to dance and sing along songs even when you know not what they are singing.

In the roar of the waterfalls, an image of a fierce lion appears like white snow falling, down and vanishing into thin air like dew confronted by sunrise. I can still hear the call, Adam "Where are you?" and in my heart, it rings. I heard from the court of our gathering where we meet as a church, I hid because I can no longer hide from myself I am in myself. I am exposed and naked even when my clothes are on, my mind is bare and fallow, a ground to till and fill the content of Him that calls. I was ashamed of myself because I no longer know myself when I see the image in the mirror, oh! What have I done to myself? This is the question in our hearts. We can no longer recognize our identity in God because we have replaced it with self.

Identity was lost; eternity became scarce, even when in our hearts the seed He had planted. The image was dented and we could not stand any more in the ways to see and ask for the ancient path because the way we have lost and our faith was thwarted with fear of him who can kill the body but cannot touch the soul. Mission aborted, rest was truncated and dreams became futile all because we have all gone off course, but need recourse. I Am is not the cause, the course is the one who wants to be like I Am and suggests to us that we like I Am and we accepted.

What we want is not what we were designed to desire. When that is what we have acquired it will certainly burn us like fire. Though even when we call it passion, He does not need passion, what He desires for us to give out what others need is compassion. That is why in our hearts He wants His orb stationed.

The devil is a liar. The devil takes you in your thought to a filling station, with no one seeing him but you. He would ask you to turn on a lighter. How can you light a lighter to have yourself served fuel? However, that is what we like, we love adventure and sin has now become our venture. This may sound good because you need the fuel, but just lit; you will destroy others and have yourself destroy. In the end, have no fuel. The fuel of our desire burns with a passion that makes us desire hell, claiming all is well. Even when we see clearly that the fire is building up what looks like our hearts' desire even as we aspire to get higher all for a selfish reason.

Reality cooks in our mind even as our thought thinks. The Miya served with the Kuker with the kicker kicking our ass with the sweet meal in the cooker, we kukri kookier as idiosyncratic or unexpected crazy and insane weird knife ready to pierce our being of the essence. The knife the devil gives you is to kill you, not by himself, but kill yourself by yourself.

The current will leave the waves to sweep over from us the reality in the orb, even when we are on the forbidden path, yet feels comfortable. Because truly our brainwashed white to think less of who we are that looks like whom God says we are, that we are not. I do not mean we are not what God says we are, we are, but I mean the devil will tell us, we are not what God says we are. However, that is who we are. Truth cannot be diluted, it loses its essence when it's content you dilute because to your audience is like a hard nut to chew, do not change it all in the name of trying to condescend to the level of the understanding of your audience.

We need access to recess to progress in the right and precise knowledge to reach true life. It was all dark, grossly dark out here when seen from there, but the light though up there seems absent down here because we think we belong here when our abode is up there. With our eyes lifted to the sky, I thought I could take a flight there, this is not a lie, it is only in my imagination, but I know someday I will surely fly to glory, with the king of glory.

This was all in the mind. S paced up high even as I saw in my eyes stars from the endless span. S attracted the experience to become se and tends toward like to unite disappearing like ice to become SEL. While from a dimension underworld, comes a frequent thought invisible like signal and form of thought was formed as SELF. Instantly, I saw comets running like falling stars, Lucifer drops down like a leaf from the sky. He wants to be like the Highest in eyes of a man who is the star of God. Lucifer like a Hyades seen like a cluster from the earth ended up deceiving man to want to be like God in his eyes. This was what started the course of resisting God's will, but we forget that “like” can never be “likeness”, this is what gave birth to darkness. We can never be like God because God is God all by Himself, independent and sovereign above all.

Thought was ignited and fired from eternity with the rocket of divine eyes aided by light as its incidence. It hits the earth with the life of God. The reflection became light. It will interest you to know that life is Jesus Christ and His work is the light we must bear witness of because He is the very orb we are taking out from our system. For that reason, our systems are malfunction, because they are infected with the virus of self-bug from the devil and would soon completely shut down.

I saw streams not a sailor, like a tailor sown without a thread together and were never running apart even as they flow without a stop, I could see the current on top. I am not a sailor, but I am being sailed because I am a sheep on transit and with Him on the driver' seat driving me so deep in a relationship. Even when my part I couldn't keep, His love for me has never skip and that is why He brought me out from Egypt, but from Him, I still slip back because I thought what I need is meat, instead of resting in the love of the one who is my Lordship to worship.

Lest I forget!

I saw streams, but I am not a sailor, but I am being sailed and even as I saw, streams running into rivers of… that are never full because of the rivers of are running into oceans of…. That is never full, but I could not see where the oceans of is emptying themselves into, and I exclaimed! Something is missing from my point of view and I realized a tar is covering my view and that tar is from the start with my father Adam who could not answer the simple question, "Where are you?"

Where are you?