Just Some Thought to Write

You were preparing for two cups of hot choco for your son and you and when all of a sudden there were thoughts that came to mind which you felt like they needed to be written as how an artist needed to start hiswall paintings right away when inspired.

 As you sat down to jot everything, there was a challenge to recall these thoughts because in an instant, they seemed like they faded from your memory with all these Christmas carols in the background. Ahhh, maybe it was the memory of your pieces of jewelry when they were stolen. You did not know why prior to that, you stared at its beauty as if it was the first time you saw them. Same situation just happened recently when you discovered that your last piece was being again taken away from you. You were writing and all of a sudden, you glimpsed at the ring from angle to angle.  There was a premonition, some sort of intuition of what was going to happen. You asked inspiration from God from what these people are doing and then you started reading anything that came across via Google. Your searched landed to Mayan Calendar. As you read through, it says there that the coming years after or prior to end of mayan calendar, intuition will work instead of reason and mental. Spirituality will be heightened. And you know God had been guiding you of what to come with your little pieces as used as sacrifice.  And you thank God how wonderfully you were chosen by Him to guide the people when in fact you are one sassy  girl, and as they say hot and cool, sweet but evil when swagger is shown.

 Another thing that came to mind is the memory when you were last harassed and attacked. You opened the Bible and asked for guidance. You weren’t able to memorize the verse but the message was clear. It is to remove the pride from these people and such goal is left in your hands. Come to think of it! When people are making your environment a hell to be entrapped to a place or group where they want you to belong and you resisted not the thought of being with these people but the system as to how they execute their plans, and along the way, they hit you with character attack of being proud, you realize it was not you who is proud at all but them. They want you. They come to you. They talk to you. They propose their plan. They eat their pride. But they could not. It does not matter how much pain you feel as long as you submit to their subtle whims. Then, you are not the one proud. There was a subtle harassment. There was a plot to make your environment a hell, so that you’d be directed somewhere else or to whomever who wants you. That is pride. And God is right.  The heaven knows you how humble you are. The heaven admires your humility yet the proud wanted to turn around situation and God said, take charge! --- You are the best of Asian art. Well, the last part is just an extension of the story which comes from imagination.