" 22 Ye worship ye know not what: we know what we worship: for salvation is of the Jews.
23 But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship him. 24God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth." - John 4:22-23
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Is God Stalking You, Too?
If you're feelings of paranoia are starting to stress you out then you might be sub-consciously picking up signals around you that are getting processed by your higher brain functions. The output might be something that you would rather ignore due to its perceived threatening nature. I say "perceived" because the results of the data-crunching going on in your cranium might actually be to your benefit. Someone could be trying to tell you something that others aren't getting. Question is...are you getting it? If not, then the perpetrators will move on to another of our race until they get a positive response. How do I know these things? Because I was one of those "subjects" being tailed. Long ago. I was unaware of it until I started blasting the locked doors of my psyche off their hinges with all sorts of "Wonderland party favors" until some "hooka-smoking caterpillar" gave me the inside scoop on what was coming.
Most people in this world are totally clueless and I try to make it my job to fill in the ones who really want to know. Their motives for wanting to know always vary. Sometimes they want to satisfy their curiosity. It brings them a certain peace of mind to know that they weren't crazy when they were suspecting that they were being stalked by someone. It never ceases to amaze me that once they find out who their pursuer is they lose the feeling of it all being a threat to them and they cease responding to the "prodding" by these "stalkers." Now, me? Once I found out who it was that was stalking me, I turned on them and confronted them with a barrage of questions. I was tired of running. I was tired of being afraid. I was finished with the "games" and wanted as many answers as I could possibly get out of this agency of "snoops." And I got those answers, too. Now I've been employed to help others who find themselves in my shoes to come to grips with the "Stalkers" by explaining the "whys" and "wherefores" of their mission.
Most people in this world are totally clueless and I try to make it my job to fill in the ones who really want to know. Their motives for wanting to know always vary. Sometimes they want to satisfy their curiosity. It brings them a certain peace of mind to know that they weren't crazy when they were suspecting that they were being stalked by someone. It never ceases to amaze me that once they find out who their pursuer is they lose the feeling of it all being a threat to them and they cease responding to the "prodding" by these "stalkers." Now, me? Once I found out who it was that was stalking me, I turned on them and confronted them with a barrage of questions. I was tired of running. I was tired of being afraid. I was finished with the "games" and wanted as many answers as I could possibly get out of this agency of "snoops." And I got those answers, too. Now I've been employed to help others who find themselves in my shoes to come to grips with the "Stalkers" by explaining the "whys" and "wherefores" of their mission.
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