There was a Mighty Greek King He declared he is God.
GODS got mad and cursed him and his beloved wife killed him.
According to Greek code son must kill the killer of his father, before he can
become king. His son can be king only if he kill his fathers killer, on the other
hand killing of mother is the worst sin. He was called coward, and not a man
worthy to be king. One day he end up killing his mother and become the king.
GODS were upset with him and turn his wife into a bitch who torment him all
the time. According to Greek law he could not divorce the queen.
He suffered a great deal for years.
Finally one of the GODS APOLLO advocated that he should be forgiven because
the situation was very difficult.
GODS called the king and asked his side of the story. To every ones surprise he took
100% responsibility of his crime, and he will pay the price of his sin. In fact it is helping
him to be better just king, feel others pain and is the most popular king in history.
After his deaths he become one of the GODS.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Any man love his wife unconditionally will become GOD after death.
Every encounter I ever had left a mark, meant to teach me a lesson.
Now I reflect I was judgmental, liked some disliked some,
loved some hated some, good become part on my existence and
rest become the skeletons in the close,when closets over flow , I
end up having a grave yard. No knowing skeletons are rotting and
I have a rotten life & being haunted all the time from the grave yard
and live in fear.
Even my own skeleton is rotting , my flesh is toxic , sick heart
and dysfunctional mind.
Self purification is the only solution, I must LOVE everyone and
everything and learn the lessons I must learn , only way for self purification
Only then I will be able to clean my closets and dig the grave yard and learn the needed
lessons and live a heavenly life I was meant to live.
CAN I DIGG IT ???
I was born with body mind heart ❤️ , a vessel 🚢 and soul🧚🏻 the cargo.
it was journey of the soul. Destination was heaven.
Devil 🧛🏻♀️ high jacked the vessel and I become captive of devil.
Now I reflect my heart is broken 💔 dysfunctional, my mind 🧠 is intoxicated, my body is 🤮 sick, and I am searching for my soul.
I find my sick soul, need CPR critically sick. My mission statement, Physician 👨⚕️ thy heal self.
good news Work in progress, I declare independence. I am free , get to work.
Now Devil 👿 can not hurt me do not want to get close to me, know my love 😍 bugs 🐛 will kill all his hate 🕷 bugs and he will not be able to hurt no one, and I will be healed. Like Bible says, Physician 👨⚕️ thy heal self. I am able to heal the Devil 👿 if he agrees to be my patient.
spirtual being feel the pain of other, who give him pain, and pray for them That is the secret of the peace ✌️ they have.
human beings do feel their own pain .
Sick human being has the pain instead of finding the root cause and fixing it they give their pain to others, so others can feel their pain not realizing more pain they give to others will only increase their own pain, and the pain they give to spirtual being is gain for spirtual being the more pain more gain .
PS : everyone is serving their purpose.Pain is raw material, and can be recycled to be a gain, like your trash is my cash. ☮️
Past is a test. I get report card every day. If I learn from my mistakes, and answer correctly on retest I will got promoted, otherwise stay in the same grade, or if the question I answered correctly before, I did answered incorrectly on retest I will be demoted to lower grade.
Nature is giving opportunities over and over to be successful. It
Choice is mine.
Some deeds cause instant pleasure are usually attractive. But with time pleasure get less and less and become a addiction.
Some deeds are hard to do, no instant pleasure, with time become easier and reward keep increasing.
Some deeds are to gain fame, power , one may lie or hurt others give good feelings and are also become addiction.
Most humans avoid hard work , and become addicted miss a rewarding life, Why? What is my excuse?
procrastination.
What is yours?