I have arrived to a point in where my wounds have their wounds, my blows have their blows and my scratches have their scratches.
Even my plagues in the form of friends and families have departed from me but no before marking.
But nothing, I have real faith because of searching and contention because of wanting to overcome and become better or taller as also in a better or taller place.
And I know that I will overcome. There is for me no march back because back there is nothing more and what never was and what never will be.
With me there is only one. He has hungered with me in silence. As the same as me he has also spend nights without sleep and because of lack of even a place to rest my feet and my head.
But when the spoils arrive, the spoils so much will be for him as so much will be for me because the spoils will be one, oneself as also the spoils will be himself because of everyone doing for the spoils oneself.
Now then, without contention or without friction or even without desolation thus there will never ever be overcoming or transformation or there will never ever be a higher place and much less a spoil which will be one oneself.
All ways give yourself the very best. And the very best that you can really give yourself is the truth herself. Seek her and she will truly begin to manifest or to show herself joyfully to you until she is inside of you and once she is inside of you or with you, thus she will speak with gladness and with joy through you just as your body has spoken for you, but this time your body will glow or will shine as the light shines…
Most of our lives we truly give our very best to others and then we have nothing for ourselves because we have programmed ourselves to only do and thus to only have for others whenever they need…But when we really need, need is what we really have and no one is there as we, as we did…
As long as the Mass Endures
As long as the mass or the multitude endures, thus there will be mass or multitude. But if the mass does not renew or does not surpass or overcomes to continue for greater even though the very same size, thus the mass or the multitude will stop from being or from existing because of not doing for more.
But the true is that there never was a mass or a multitude which surpassed or overcame, because to surpass or overcome has everything to do with everyone or because of one as one.
That is, the victory truly is of one and once one overcomes thus the mass or the multitude stays behind and also stops from being because of stopping from doing as one…
Thus, the difference or the surpassing or overcoming is made by one as one but as much more and when one stops from doing for more, thus one also stops from being one.
So that one continues existing and one continues existing as more, thus one truly has to do with the knowledge of continuing existing or of surpassing or of overcoming or of renewing, which truly is a greater identity of one as more.
That greater identity of one as more truly is possible if one presents oneself for her as one once presented alive at birth and one was granted a greater identity if one was born or if one presented oneself as son, son thus was the identity of one.
And if one does as son because as son one was born or one presented oneself, thus one also will achieve a greater title as son beloved and one has become as if the first born of the father because of one becoming the son beloved of the father and the father also has become as if father for the first time even though that beloved son was son number eight because of his birth.
But even though that new identity could come with power and authority and also with riches in double abundance, which truly are the five portions of the son beloved, that new identity is limited because of death…
That is, even though one has the power and the authority is if the father himself and the riches of the father also are of one, one is limited because of death.
To be continued…
Xmas is here, but not the light and the jingle, because Merry left, left a very long and a very hard disaster .
The green of the trees also left. The grass was pulled from the earth and she was now naked until the sun baked her into dust until the win blew her away. Power towers and telephone polls were broken as if tooth picks.
Cables, cables every where and also there at all times, but nothing more to see or to hear such as the telephone and the television, unless one had a power plant and now everyone could hear and share all the noise not wanted.
But either way, Merry Christmas and a happy, happy and prosperous New Year!
By Francisco Sanchez, Jr., Las Marías, Puerto Rico.