O! God Now Come on the Earth

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Author: Syed Sabah ur Rehman

 

Understanding Today’s world is Arduous Task,

Like Filling water in the Broken Flask.

What were we and what we are,

All emotional Relations are Shifting Far.

 

Sentiments & sacrifices are mere words

They seem to be as we have Never heard

God has created us to survive,

but we are vandalising each other’s lives

 

who shed Tears is indeed the faulter,

as,it is nothing but just salted water.

Ecstasy is Altering in to Embarrassment,

No flower can Bloom in venomous Environment.

 

O! God now please stop taking our test,

come on the earth and abolish the tempest.

Original Poem entitled: O! GOD NOW COME ON THE EARTH © MereJazbaat.com, and Syed Sabah ur Rehman aka AATIF, 2016-2018 All rights reserved.
Republished with permission.
O! God Now Come on the Earth post © Memee’s Musings, and B.L. Memee 2017-2019. All rights reserved.
The wonderful photograph was taken by Emil Jarfelt and acquired through Unsplash. It’s a great source for free photos under the Creative Commons Zero license, so check it out!

Buyer Beware: There’s a Spamming Devil Out There!

Devil whispering in the antichrist's ear
Deeds of the Antichrist by Luca Signorelli;  1501

Fascinating.

I was just going through all of the spam that has been swept away from my blog, site unseen and came across a “comment” that WordPress recognized as spam and spirited away on my behalf. The sender spoke about a “personal experience” and finding a spell caster to resolve the issues. I found it funny. I have friends who are “witches”. I don’t ask much. I figure it is more of a deviation of druids or something, you know nature and such, not the devil.  I don’t figure it’s my job to save them from themselves. I don’t think they need saving.  We all worship and value different things. It is my belief that God loves us so much He gave us freedom of choice and we should respect the choices others make for their own lives. I also believe that God knows everything we will choose, every path we will take because He is ever present… past, present and future.  He loves me. He loves you. He’s got us covered.

But this particular comment felt different than how my friends talk.  It felt thick and deceptive, it felt like a wolf cloaked in sheepskin.  It intrigued me. I read it and now I’m sharing my thoughts with you.

Maybe I have changed, I don’t know. I know that everytime I read in the comment about my so-called need for a spell caster I thought to myself, BUT GOD TAKES CARE OF ME. I DON’T NEED MAGIC. I DON’T NEED TO MANIPULATE THE UNIVERSE OR INVITE EVIL TO CROSS MY DOORSTEP.  I continued to read the entire post. I noticed that despite the language appearing to be friendly and informative and hiding it’s true purpose that the writer, claiming to be without affiliation had a login name that included the 666. I thought that was funny too. Then at the end, just above the how to contact this “spell caster” she leaves the following list of things this man, this doctor, this spell caster can remedy.

Contact him for the following:

(1)If you want your ex back.
(2)If you always have bad dreams.
(3)You want to be promoted in your office.
(4)You want women/men to run after you.
(5)If you want a child.
(6)You want to be rich.
(7)You want to tie your husband/wife to be yours forever.
(8)If you need financial assistance.
(9)Herbal care
10)Help bringing people out of prison
11)HIV/AIDS and cancer cure.
12)Revenge and death spell.
13)Lottery winning spell.
14)Money spell.

Contact him today on:

Again, I just had to laugh… these are selfish desires.  One thing I am not, is selfish. Yes, I am a sinner.  But they certainly knocked on the wrong blog’s door. To conclude:

Buyer Beware:  The Devil is spamming for souls!  Personally, I think I’ll stick with God and my Savior, Jesus Christ. They have always done right by me, even when I didn’t necessary like it.  Thanks but no thanks.

Get Behind me, Satan!

Mining Material I’d Left Behind: War & Prophesy

HEAVEN

Writing 101 wanted us to delve back into our scrubbed drafts in order to mine for hidden gold and recycle some of our words for poetry. There are at least 3 drafts that I really was passionate about writing and then for whatever reason (lack of time/energy, forgetfulness, life) I never completed and did not post. Abandoning these three disappoints me because they represent some of my BIG thoughts and important moments in my life since beginning this blog. Below you will find a first draft of some BIG thoughts I was trying to tackle in a post and wish I’d kept on with and published properly.

I am not tonight in the mood to rip apart old material. This piece got lost and off track and certainly needed more draft revisions. However, I am going to share it with you as is… unrefined, unfinished and incomplete. Just because, well, just because I am choosing to do so. Perhaps I’ll do the assignment eventually. Perhaps not. They did mention a cool little app that turns your tweets into poetry (but my tweets didn’t turn up anything worth sharing) called Poetweet. You might like to check it out for yourself if this topic doesn’t float your boat or read that brief little post of mine which I just linked from ten months ago. Whatever. I’m just glad you dropped in.

Heaven, I’m in Heaven… or is this Hell? Living in Biblical Prophesy

Dust off your Bibles! The news we are following in our papers, on our televisions and across the Internet are clearly spelled out within its pages. It is not a book of ancient fairytales but a historical reference and a guide for modern day on who, how, and when the horses will ride, ushering out the Church Age and delivering us to Armageddon and Rapture and never-ending grace.

I was a child of the 70s and I have very distinct memories of doing Nuclear War drills in elementary schools.  Hide under your desk and cover your eyes… giving us hope that we would survive a blast — I mean, they were telling us we had to be careful not to go blind after all!  They were telling us that hiding under a tiny little desk that was open on all sides but above would mean the difference between life and death.  These were supposedly “tools” that would keep us safe from harm but in reality it was mass brainwashing of an entire generation of children.  

I understand that the fears and wounds of WWII were still fresh on the minds and hearts of the adults.  But for me, what those safekeeping tools did was create hysteria that lasted into my 20s. I grew up in the small city of Eureka, California just a few short miles south of town was the Humboldt Bay Power Plant and so when the and in 1983 the graphic and disturbing made-for-television movie, The Day After aired. And everyone in America watched in fear and silence and perhaps to learn more so they could be prepared. I still remember sitting their at my aunt’s house in Illinois (I was visiting over the Thanksgiving week). If I hadn’t been traumatized enough by all of the war drills I’d been forced to participate in during elementary school, this movie solidified my fears. No one in Eureka had survived. Not a single soul. Yep, my Eureka. Eureka, California was nuked in the movie because we had a power plant. From that night on I knew I was doomed. It could happen any time. Every time an air horn sounded (which was probably bi-weekly, or I heard the sound of planes flying overhead in the middle of the night I began sweating and shaking uncontrollably I was triggered: This was it! The bomb was about to be dropped. I was as good as dead.

Now I wonder whatever happened to all of those old air horns. I haven’t heard one sound in decades. I don’t know how I’d react if I heard one, especially if it blared in the middle of the night. I know that when I hear airplanes in the sky I still look up at night and if they awaken me in my sleep as they so often did in my youth, it still evokes fear in me.

Now I view the world as a much, much more evil and hate-filled place. And I do not think it is because I am an adult trying to compare the world of today to the world of a sheltered child. People ARE different. Children ARE different. The World IS on a slippery slope into Hell.

I was not raised with a strong religious background though I have always believed that God has been very active in my life as Jesus also watches over me. And I was never exposed to Revelation prophecies. Until recently, I thought the End Times prophesizers were zealous religious wackos. But as I watch and read the news each day I am becoming more and more convinced that The Bible, the book we think of as past history — if we are among those that view at as having any truth or value at all — is telling the story of what is happening in our world today. All nations are coming together against Israel. Earthquakes are occuring.  There are beheadings in the streets, heads on spikes, earthquake swarms at key supervolcano locations and people are holding or wearing signs saying they disavow their God… The world we live in today is scary to think about and Biblical requirements for the coming of the anti-christ and Jesus himself are coming into fruition at an astounding rate.

Pestulence
Sons killing mothers, children shooting children.

This post is dedicated to the children of the world, the sweet innocent ones as well as those poor children who are themselves soldiers in a religious battle that’s tenants they do not understand, a battle between Good and Evil, God and Satan, a battle that will come and go in the manner God has foretold us of.  God is timeless therefore he knows the past, the present and the future all at the same time.  And as scary as the world is today I am coming to understand that these horrible atrocities we humans are committing against one another and our children must come to pass in order for true peace, harmony and grace to be delivered.  I am finally going to be baptised and ask my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, to shower me with his gifts and blessings. I hope that you too will keep your eyes open and your lanterns filled.

Today is the First Father’s Day Without You

cbb8c43c-2880-49b7-9238-2a551c431ce7I miss you!  I miss you every single day.  Life without you seems less full, but I am adjusting and I am learning to be a stronger woman every single day. You would be so proud of me.  I wish I could hear the pride in your voice for all the things I am working on in my life, and my new-found love of writing… if only I could share my little short stories with you.  You had so many amazing gifts. I always told people I am a creative, I just have not yet found my outlet.  Well, Daddy, now I know I have; it’s writing.

And to think, I did not know of my gift to write until after you were gone, because God moved me to write a speech for your memorial service. I know you were there, sitting in that only empty chair between your Southern family and your West Coast family, center stage to the lectern. We all felt you. I know you know the words I spoke on that day and I wonder could you also hear my thoughts in my mind? I know God and Jesus can hear words and feelings; desires unspoken, but can our lost loved ones hear them too?

On the drive to the service I told Dianne that I was nervous. I had never been able to speak in front of a group and I was concerned, because of cultural differences between the South and the West Coast that some of my thoughts might not go over well, perhaps they might even offend people, I had no idea.  She seemed suddenly alarmed by my comment but calmly asked me, “Well, do you think you wrote anything offensive” — or something of that nature. I spoke from my heart and told her that from my perspective, of course, I had not. She seemed to relax and assured me that I should not worry about it then, it would be fine.

But of course, being me – the old, insecure me – when my turn to speak arrived and I stepped to the lectern I was flooded with nervous energy. As I said, talking in front of a group of people, especially a huge group of people, was really scary and for an instant that fear of offending popped in, though I was able to push it back down. I was there to do what I had to do. Period.

I had written my speech, printed it out and highlighted the areas I wanted to emphasize in yellow and the places I wanted to look up and make eye contact in green — that was a huge help! However about midway through I became extremely uncomfortable because the entire time I spoke not a single person shifted in their chair, not one. There were no isolated coughs, shuffling of the feat or giggles from the children. Just dead silence. And Dianne, well she never made eye contact with me though I tried so many times. I did my best to push on through, hoping no one could tell that I was feeling frightened and vulnerable to alienation or perhaps even hatred.

It is funny how our minds try to destroy some of us. When I was done I quietly returned to my seat. When the service was over, Daddy, you know what happened, people came to me, strangers mostly, hugged me with tears in their eyes, telling me what a wonderfully moving speech I had made. I remember one person I spoke with, a stranger to me, I confessed my unease because the room was so silent throughout my words. She said, “Oh, no, Memee, it wasn’t that at all. Your words were so moving, so sincere and your love flowed through that we were on the edge of our seats, unable to move, hanging on your every word.” Others wanted to comfort me and others told me that my ideas and thoughts were true.

Daddy, you couldn’t hear a pin drop, and that was GOOD. I thought it was bad, but it was GOOD. And then after the service, those 40 or so people who had decided to come back to the house, well, they approached me too, this time your close friends and of course family members. All told me how moved they were by my words and gave me positive feedback about my skill of writing, that I should keep at it and one person even told me I should join Toastmasters because I was a great speaker! Me!!

Anyway, Father’s Day is here and I want others to know how incredible you were and I want to honor your life again as I did on that sad day last September… and of course, selfishly – or maybe it isn’t selfish at all – I want to be sure that my Eulogy to you is in a safe place. Safe from destruction from fire, water, computer crashes, children, pets or even just lost over time and so I am sharing it here on my corner of the web.

I love you so very much and have to remind myself every day that you are no longer here to walk with me, but sometimes I do feel you and know you’ve joined me for a few quiet moments together. It’s not as fulfilling but it helps me to feel not so alone.

And now for the Eulogy: Continue reading

I Dreamt of Rapture

pi in the skySo last night, Easter Monday night, I dreamt of Rapture… yes, The Rapture. It was beautiful and magnificent and very, very real. The textures and clarity of the images were beyond what most dreams were. This was not one of those lucid dreams, you know, the kind where you are aware you are dreaming, I was 100% in the dream aware of my feelings and emotions and all of the wonderous sights occurring all around me.

It has been a long day and it is dark outside now. I was eager to get my dream down on paper — I should have actually realized that I could use paper! — before much of it faded away but WordPress gave me difficulty all day today. But I am here now and so I will share what I can with you. Continue reading

To My Children, Love Dad

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To My Children, Love Dad

Excerpts from the upcoming book: To My Children, Love Dad  By Chad Michael McDonald

“Does this mean I’m Christ-like? Far from it, I’m as imperfect as you, and I have decided to use my pains and sufferings to reach into the depth of my soul to learn to love. I’m not perfect at it, I still have people that I haven’t forgiven even though I truly wish I could. In many ways I haven’t let go of my past nor will it let go of me. I have so far to go, and, though at times I feel alone, I know my Christ is with me. Just as we are his, if we are to make the changes in our lives and cease the dysfunction that holds us back, if we are to become what Christ would have us become, somewhere along the way we must make Him ours. We must grab hold of Jesus Christ, our Deliverer and our Advocate with the Father, and we must never let go. If we grab hold of Christ, we grab hold of our Father in Heaven. We partake of the sacrifice, virtues, and doctrines that make Jesus, Jesus, and that make God, God. Continue reading

I Dreamt Ravens Were Flying North for the Winter

Golden Fields of Wheat at Dawn
Golden Fields of Wheat at Dawn

I was outside, standing in a wheat field (I don’t remember any buildings, just a lot of sky and the yellow cast of the sun on wheat).  The lighting was very much like in this photo in the beginning.  Perhaps I was out there to watch the sun come up, I do not know. In the following “scene,” the skies are blue with wispy clouds spread out across the sky, but the remarkable thing were the birds. Ravens. You know how geese fly with a group? This was a group of ravens flying very high above the fields. Continue reading