Flow or stream of consciousness …

The 5 Books (given to Moses) by God … were a “stream of consciousness” … just letters, no punctuation marks … just letters not words … later "words were made" by Scribes … if you ever heard of the “Bible Code”…  computer software now… the first thing you have to do is remove the “words and punctuation's” from the first 5 books… and just use the letters (I know it makes no sense for they are just letters following letters) … some believe this was really a code from God that was given to Moses. To be made known in this day and age..

… if you have ever written code or learned how “computers speak” they speak in zeros and ones and in pure information … in this pure information is great detail once decoded 

 a pure stream of 010111000111110110100001001... in comparison this is what the 5 books of Moses first looked like abedbmeklitwioawr 
 (just letters of course the letters in Hebrew)  …. laced with information ... 

 A stream of consciousness … my brain works like that at times …a steady stream of consciousness and images  … not even words at times … letters for the thoughts are coming to fast to write … written language is to slow for a mystic … takes too much time … imagery is used this is faster … the imagery is placed into the thinking not with words but with “knowing” telepathically for lack of a better word … writing and speaking are lower forms of communication ... 

I can only use words / description that are in my lexicon … for lack of better "words" for a mystic it is like God is typing on their brain,  like it is a keyboard and produces symbols … structure …. Variation not common to the person … such as my thinking at times will be very profound … next it will be very down to earth … next it will be in “limerick my words have a rhythm to them” … then the brain is still … then back to normal … it can be most unsettling … this is why many mystics of the past have been considered "crazy"... their thoughts were so uncommon to the rest of society and as we tend to "judge each other using the standards  of ourselves, or what any given religion dedicates as being "spiritual" ... neither things, "being truth" ... This probably accounted to why so many women in the past were labeled "witches"  by humanity and the Church ... their thinking was more elevated then those who judged them ... 

 I guess another example would be “I am like a ventriloquist’s sock puppet”… it is the ventriloquist who is speaking via his “sock puppet”  

 words that just seems to free flow into my mind … fascinating … am I hard wired to always think God … or is God jump starting my thinking  …

                                      Working it through well I can’t, do you

Hang on to your faith

But its wrath

The smug with their words have they never been tested

Or do they think they are just blessed

Let’s see what they do when they are pressed

I speak of God in my daily events

Yet pain and sorrow comes in and I fold up my tent

Wondering why was this sent!

Then I remember the guy on the tree

Who hung there ever so patiently?

Did he have to work it through?

Eloi. Eloi. Lama sabachthani.

Did Jesus feel forsaken on the cross?

Or just expressing his humanity

Not the words of the Savior of the world

Just a man working it through

By the way he did this for you

He laid down his divine

By the Father’s design

To which he was resigned

Do not stop with My God, My God, why …..

Read the psalm through

And that would be number 22

It is the processes of working it through

And coming to agree

God never forsakes me

There are 100 plus places you would rather be

Until you learn from the man on the tree

To suffer it all patiently

He worked it through

And I think he is calling me too

To broaden my life’s view

It was not a matter of chance

It was done to enhance

From the man who was lanced

Can I do this?

No I can’t, don’t have to

The man on the tree did it for me

He showed me how

To work it through now

And it is to him that I bow

Still I am not a fan of my situation

It causes me frustration

At times humiliation

That’s what he went through

I am seeing life as he did view

Until he made it anew

 Mary Jo just work it through

How about you?

Below is another example of "thinking in limerick" about God 

My compass in life is my heart not my head

Hence my life has been filled with sorrow and dread

I write eBooks for others to read

I speak of life as I wish it could be

Giving visions of hope for all to see

The language of God is not hard to understand

It echoes in the small to the grand

He said he could make rocks praise his name

His gone one better and chosen the lame

Sometimes I wonder why he never sought fame

But speaks of a world so many leave unclaimed

He speaks of things that are simple and pure

Hardly things that will tempt and allure

His friends are fired and torn

Given a life to which they were born

As such they are belittled and scorned

Great grace what does that mean

For one such as me it can hardly be seen

I know he’s real and very much alive

And only through him can I survive

The fact is I wonder if this be the case

Will I ever be able to keep up the pace?

His tempo is fast and hard to learn

I have fallen so many times in this dance

But he always gives me one more chance

If I close my eyes I see his stance

And it is love from the man whose heart was lanced

My God, My God I am lost what is waiting for me

Be kind and reveal all things so I can see

Or are you going to be expecting me to trust

I am not good at trust or anything else

Maybe that is the point to abandon one’s self

Well you see right now it is a matter of health

I’ll move on to forgiveness I just can’t seem to give

Nor do I want to I just want to live

Two negatives I ask of you in this world that is yours

To keep my life and keep my resentments as well

Hardly a graced soul who speaks maybe a spirit of hell

My cry is common and ever so true we the many just forget you

Locked in our pain and our own little worlds

Children of God, yet we live in a zoo

Myopic pathetic and small when unfurled

People of God how can that be

When we do not care and keep nailing you to a tree

Isolation means to be alone

Something you know well as you sit on your throne

Generations are born and centuries pass

I wonder will society ever develop class

Maybe that is the problem they already do

Class as in cast that binds you

Locking the soul and men keeping them bound

Where is the key it must be found?

I heard a man called Peter was given a key

Yet when I go to his house I am charged a fee

Wasn’t salvation supposed to be free?

I have issues as you well know we all do the Bible tells us so

Blind men leading the blind who continue to bind

Free where can it be and by the way who really holds the key?

Wait I know it’s me

Given to all by the man on the tree

Religion is good it teaches you righteous manners

In the end it is Christ that matters

What you bind on earth will be bound in heaven

Just go to the bread and eat the leaven

The one who died and resurrected for you

The one who was betrayed by Peter with a cock-a-doodle-doo

You hold the key and he is the door

So bind your selves no more

Unlock the faith that is within

Allow your heart to be your compass and not your head

Then you will not worry what lies ahead

Rest well and be at peace

God is on his throne and he holds the lease

He has updated the palace and changed all the locks

And he invites people in from many flocks

Not just the guy who is called the rock

That is just a bunch of crock

I am called a Mystic and supposedly touched by God

I think that is rather odd

All things are touched by God and his rod

Mystics can be sadistic

For they demand that everyone be realistic

When they speak about God

Be realistic not egotistic

The key that opens the door is love

And everyone holds it in their heart; placed there from above

 Be realistic

We have a short way to go … just look in your chest bro

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