Category : Stories

Sub Category : Historical Fiction

I know of only one God creator of all all things therefore if I say to fire fire I implore thee if I asked water to hear me or the wind to be my breath these things are of God is powerful and its own right under the same Creator as your eye each having a parked play each important and respected to these Powers we give thanks thank you Lord for your gift of life we know not the things that we have done or do we know what we do only that each day each action every breath is all from you. Forgive us our selfish ways Lord our tongues too quick to speak we meet on this day no harm you know what is in our hearts still in the confusion comes around put these unkind thoughts to rest let a new day bring what you have willed amen.

God's chosen people? God does not love any one group of people more than another group! That would be unGodlike...
 God's love is all inclusive and encompases all of his creation. 
When they say God's chosen people they were likely saying that by way of survival those people had remained.  there for God chosen to live because they had not perished under the living circumstances and hardships that they were in it was survival of the fittest. In some instances it was sheer numbers that won oh, other times it was their cunning or the knowledge of the land or being skillful in battle yes different skill-sets were victorious during different times. So I guess you could say God's chosen ones but it is not like a guy with a big white beard and a list is making personal decisions on who's going to make it.

We manifest our truth because it is his truth. We control our destiny because we have the mind to do so. 
Because that is God's intent. 
Religion is something that is made up by men. 
 For men.  
 Against men.
    Faith and love are not religious factors.
 God is not a religious figure.
 Love is non-denominational,  International and free of charge...
 No race.
 No Chapel.
 No discrimination.

Preacher Man Don't Tell Me Heaven is on the earth I know that you don't know what life is really worth Bob Marley

"Half the story ain't never been told.
 Bob Marley."

History has a way of changing the meaning of stories or Legends  
due  in part to the passing of time . 
   For example the story of Jesus,  It is a beautiful Grand notion and perhaps that is the only point,  but the actuality of those things taking place?  let's think about it for a minute. 
Perhaps Jesus was a logger?  We  know he was the son of a carpenter,  and to be a carpenter you would need wood .   Is it possible that while out scouting for logs or  Timbers worthy of his craft that he became injured or ill.?
 Perhaps he had fallen from a great height or a tree fell on top of him? 
 Then when the people who were with him or the people who found him saw how hurt he was they acted quickly as to save his life. 
They devised a simple sturdy way to transport not only the injured Jesus but also his precious wood. 
He could have been in any state of unconsciousness or pain,  his ankles could have been crushed...  they could have used the thorny Vines to secure his head as it was the strongest thing they could find to keep his head from flopping around and breaking his neck!
 Maybe the 9in.  nails were there for handles as well as to secure Jesus to his makeshift stretcher with ripped cloth or linen. 
Then they used the laws of physics to move him and his precious wood to where he could get medical attention.
 Upon arrival they found he had infection...
 Wich had to be cut or lanced. 
  Perhaps his organs were ruptured and in need of repair,  removal and or cleansing from sepsis. 
 Then they covered him with clean white linen and laid him on a flat surface to begin healing,  the Cold Stone would keep his temperature from rising too high and after he rested and healed he returned back to work.
 The people of the time saw a bloody crucifixion and resurrection from death.
 Over time the story began to have religious overtones. 
 These were used to control and deceive Jesus's followers.  They wrongfully put the Good Men of his ilk into a position of murderers and persecutors.
  When in reality  they were his good friends and they saved his life...  perhaps his father or his Elders practiced  the most amazing Alchemy and Medicine of the day , 
 but because those were not a boastful people they were not concerned with recognition and fell victim to being forever immortalized and criminalized in the minds of religious followers. 
  While the real true evil comes in the form of ignorance,  and lack of faith in the good nature and love of our ancestral fathers.   Good men,  under the bond of love and friendship. 
 Fellowship that we could call the hands of God.