20230908-1124. Mat-006-012 † And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. KJV.
Once again, and as expressed to our favorite podcaster in one audio call, I mumbled under my breath something along the line that: there are stuff that I have to take to my grave.
Anyways, the spooky spook agents should know my profile and files by now and if THEY would dare to see that a bunch of politicians (for real deal) owe me lots of stash.
Per the horses mouth via a cellphone call and into my itchy earhole many slong years ago, he said: I promise. You’ll be an associate. You’ll be a happy woman.
Fast forward, I’ve encountered lots of vagueness by lots of these MGTOWs. And this intentional non-disclosure is probably for my protection and yours (if y’all are still reading my personal rants here after over 20 years).
Yeah, so that is my biggest grudge. But per our favorite daily messenger, his blog post suggested that I take up my grudge to the Holy Spirit. I’m humbled but mostly embarrassed for conflict between my selfishness versus my selflessness.
To this day, I have to keep my silence to stay alive. I’ve foregone my happiness, peace of mind, and freedom for security. I’m like other “Christians” who do NOT really have meaningful work just to survive on essentials such as food, gas, and rent.
I’m now forced into ministry work (too) – a dangerous spiritual journey if I ever reach my full potential, which I probably won’t because I’m NOT practicing effectively. I was trying my best to avoid Scriptures but I’ve opted to yeet demonz based on my incarnation. (I kinda sorta know my station or ward.)
That’s all. End of blogging. 20230908-1137.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!