Lucette’s Muddy Water plays in my head, “I wash my hands in muddy water… in muddy water.” Dawned in all black, face tight with purpose, sun kissed, devil chased and on the outside I look like her dad’s worst nightmare but in my pocket is a ripped out Bible verse,
Pslams 55:15 Let death take my enemies by surprise; let them go down alive to the realm of the dead, for evil finds lodging among them.
a fight to remain Holy. Everyday is this battle against The World and… is the only way out to burst violently through its walls of faux hope?
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Those eyes of yours!
Do you shield them?
Do you open them wide, pry the eyelids back and stare at the worlds lie of success?
Those that span emerald to sapphire to timber and all around to any in between. Those eyes of yours have seen all there is to see!
The fives senses have been grabbed and ripped through todays world as if tied to a horse and dragged through the dirt road of punishment.
We’re shown death.
We’re shown demoralization.
Then, on our last leg, we’re shown this lie of success: an arrow of Hope aimed 6 feet under.
We’re shown, and interpret envy, we, at the expense of our purity, our thrown in to the fire and meant to melt away through the comparison of ourselves to the world.
Now to say, “this doesn’t inspire” is to be short sighted and wrong.
It should motivate one when they see another doing great deeds.
Yet ask, what about what I see motivates me?
I see him making money. I want to make money!
I see him bedding beautiful women, I think that may be fun!
I see her on a balcony in Lake Como, I would love that!
But we fantasize, we hook on these perceptions of achievement.
Now our motivation is no greater than the scoundrel who pulls the casino lever hoping for millions of quarters to drop so he can run to the brothel and like the snake eating it’s tail, he never escapes.
We becomes nothing.
We become devilish. Hollow.
Our striving is for nothing but our own gratification, our own human belief of what will make us fulfilled and to disconnect is to understand the lie that this is.
Must I twist my greedy fingers around stacks of hundreds to see this isn’t what matters?
Must I stand alone in my New York penthouse to finally realize the view from my humble cottage was more than I could have ever wanted?
Must I taste the lips, feel the breast, eat the thigh of every beautiful woman to realize my heart grabbed fully unto the one I, in my youth, threw to the side like she was nothing because I wanted more?
Must I get everything I ever thought I wanted to realize I didn’t want any of it and that it was the world that convinced me to chase it?
Do we need to jump into the flame head first to understand that sitting on the leather couch hand in hand with our love, a modest cup of wine and the laughter of our children gave me more warmth?
The age of comparison, while motivating one to do more, disengages the reason why.
Andrew Tate brained,
Jordan Belfort veined population that knows nothing of fulfillment.
Knows nothing of Divine pursuits.
Knows nothing of the journey being the meat and that what’s gained at the end means nothing if, through the whole of the journey, we were following the devils footsteps to a castle made of blood, walls of bone.
The road to hell is not a dark wooded forest with glowing red eyes on each side no! no! Do we believe the Devil to be this stupid! Do we believe him to show us where our soul will end up? He will promise great things! Yes! I’ve heard these whisper… I’ve read over and over the power of Jesus to turn down the same temptations we’re thrown:
“Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor. 9 “All this I will give you,” he said, “if you will bow down and worship me.”
10 Jesus said to him, “Away from me, Satan! For it is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.’[e]”
11 Then the devil left him, and angels came and attended him.”
He, on the side of this path to the underground, will show trees in vibrant colors, lined with healthy fruit, he will have a choir of demons dressed in their Sunday best singing the holy songs to you so you’re further convinced this is the way.
I beg, plead, as always this undercurrent of desperation shows up because I know the severity of all Humans decisions. More than that - I know how valued YOU (the one reading this word right here) are.
We must turn our aspirations to the sky! Shoot for the gates of heaven!
And above all, we must understand that the path there is rocky cobblestone of ups and downs and that the world, which operates under a different criteria of success, may never understand our Divine fulfillment.
This all a reaction to onlyfans managers. A reaction to those praying off unholy means.
I pray you get what you want. I pray the pure in Heart are free from your earthly reach.
The Devil works but God works harder!
With passion,
Winston
Souled Idea
Preacher on Fire
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