(Chapter 1) Where God Stands
What My Pen Thinks
(Chapter 1)
Where God Stands
(1) God is a Spirit, in whose image the first man was created, the head of all positive realms, and at the same time controlling all evils and powers.
Simplified: God is known and believed to be the Master, Creator and the utmost ruler above all ruling forces of the Universe. God and His virtues are magnified in the knowledge of a moral man.
As a man submits himself in thoughts and acts to doing and living positive and peaceful, he is naturally influenced to claim that God exists. His emotion settles his mind to believe that God resides in the heavens up above the sky, farther beyond where the eyes can search.
The conscience in the mind of a moral man believes that God is a spirit and his angels too are alike.
On the contrary, it might be difficult for a man who allows evils to dominate his heart naturally to think through these realms of personal acclamation and thereby blunt his mentality about God. At a stage after dwelling too long in evil can be made to believe that it is natural to be wide and tends toward cultivating wickedness as part of life that a man cannot avoid to live.
In the heart of a man who is a pagan, there is no consciousness about God's existence; the negative realms have stronger influence over his mind. The other world in the abstract environment and their components control his mind and tongue. The more the negative realms literarily force and dictate the life he lives, the more his mind inclines against morals; hence, he practically believes that there is no God.
Nevertheless, he believes in supremacy that there is one unseen power stronger than the wits of men, dictating the future antecedence. But he misses the real understanding to the liberty attainable around the knowledge of God from his responses to life, owing to the fact that his reasoning is void of God's fear and consciousness.
He either believes one little god presented with some visible graven image as its symbol. Above all, he takes Satan for the real God. But this real God only exists in the abstract realm. And from there, he controls everything involved in the Universe, from the past sailing into the present time, sequencing the unknown future to come. The 'Holly Book', called Bible is one good documentations of the histories of how, where and when in the past this God played some rolls in the physic societies. Some men had provable relationship with him, though in the spiritual realms. But those interactions were solidified by bringing whatever this God, in that old time, used to say to reality. These experiences bleed all over the global nations that many other tribes copied the acts of having direct relationship with this Devine God. And many other Countries and Cities around the World were highlighted in the Biblical texts, on account of emulation, visitation, or journey of the Israelites. E.g. Israel, Rome, Egypt, Babylon, India, Jordan, Lebanon, Utopia, Corinthian, Jerusalem, Serbia, Arabia, etc. all featured in the recorded contents of this Great Book.
(2) All men live bow, unto God or some gods.
(3) If Adam and Eve did not sin, how oldest would they have grown by now? How populated would the world have turned, if there were no death reducing humanity and all other blooded living things?
(4) Once upon a time…, watch against the future.
Simplified: History and his primary environment, as a story or a tale has no value and effectiveness if not to learn from what took place in it, in order to help the future not to fall victim of that miserable causality again. So, when one read a book or watched a film, the most important gain from such moment consumed and the price attached to the cost other than entertaining or fun, is to use it as some learning medium where by one can be aware of the comparative danger, lost or risk depicted (reflected) in the contents extracted, taking them as what can possibly come one's way too.
(5) A chance to remember the lost past? There is a grave called regret, the future worth rebuild.
(6) I met a Prince who never sleeps. His name is Time.
(7) Wisdom is a Treasure of Mind, as Foolishness is a Plague of Brain.
(8) Understanding and Knowledge are never gifts of Nature, but acquisition, those who possessed them either worked or paid for them.
Simplified: From time passed, the real meaning of ‘Understanding’ insinuated that it is a product of experiences of one who was, to some extent, considered wise. Lots of life-saving or other useful things you know their 'in' and 'out' by being involved or having learnt, probably by researching or by enquiring, about them qualify you as one that has the understanding in that aspect.
The longest agitating end or environment of 'Understanding' proceeds and lunches the boarder of the second abstract treasure, refers to as 'Knowledge'.
Knowledge is mainly acquired theories, password, Codes, Solution and counter-attack to problems, Challenges, lost secretes or incidences. When someone uses educational and informative aids and researches sourced from Books to run one’s life that is said to be Knowledge. One can use knowledge to gain understanding. Do you know that bank of Understanding registers a man with the Prudent? That is ‘wisdom,’ means being Wise.
Some Scholars, all around the World believe that they were not naturally borne intelligent, but by learning and by using the make-easier tools or methods to apply knowledge to the ways they go about their studying and researching, gradually, they became successful. The efforts and the prices they paid in their pursuit of excellence, in the process of time, closed on the gap between them and the naturally borne gifted.
(9) One good day, one bad day, one's life saved, test no man with furnace, no gold-man.
(10) Nobody wants to return from Paradise.
(11) Can Satan bless Stones for Bread?
(12) A mother without breasts cannot be cherished.
(13) A wealthy son begat many fathers.
Simplified: These verses, from (9) to (13) speak for weaknesses of all human beings. We all prefer to go for what is clearly certain to be of value and profit to us than to waste time and chances on fruitless attempts. We want rewards for our labors. We want return for everything we denied ourselves some relieving offer. We want our children to serve us latter in our old ages in thousands folds of what we invested on them, from their birth. We dream to escape everything that is painful and sorrowful in the future. No matter how older a man grows, he will never wish to die so soon. If the Biblical plot of Paradise for humanity was real, we had booked it on and on that, we would prefer the earthly habitation to be converted to that Paradise in the heavens.
The rich would never want to be the poor. The poor will always pray to God to help him out of the poverty. It is obvious that not all men on earth can be rich. Bible made it clear that even in the Paradise; the poor from earthly races were still featured. Maybe it pleased God that He created an ant so little. And for his glory to be so magnified, in the realm of gargantuan creatures, he designed Elephants, cows, horses, hippopotamus, whales and all other vast animals in the sea and in the field.
Unpleased, we human described our unsatisfied hearts for more and more until the graves reach us for the last calls to the journey beyond Jordan. The rich do not stop banking, aiming for more. The poor likewise works harder, as to change the striking of time that placed him in the barren-land from the spirit-edge.
We welcome the rich as if we are conspiring to dethrone the King of our land to install him at arriving our deprived poor lands. Nay, our emotional deceit is spreading on our disposition that we might source some bountiful substance from him before he bid us farewell.
Not quit long, an old wise man, apparently so poor walked his way to the gate of our Capital City, but we denied him entrance into the city. We cared he might be plagued, even from his look. We did not want to be infected by strange curses he might be carrying from nowhere. We short the gate against him. We knew he had no refined gold we can sell. He had no silver we can beg. He had no damsel we can request in bed. He had no strength to labor on our farm. Then, we would never endure to spare some tokens from what we had in excess to care for nothing in a man who was nearer to the grave.
We shunned the prophecy foretold that an old wise man would come from far away land to tell us what we should do to end the bareness eating our good harvests back into the soil. He would tell us what we must do to heal our female children from inheriting the ugliness of our ancestors.
He shall tell us where our king’s court shall be erected that we might surfer no more inversion of the strange warring ghosts, troubling our land from diminishing in citizens’ numbers. He shall tell us where our storehouses should be, that the demonic Kings would desist from perfectly speculating how much we have stored against the dry seasons when crops and other foodstuffs shall be in shortage, all over the world.
We never hoped to welcome a poor Messiah. We daily await the arrival of an old wise man who possibly, out of impossibility to have acquired such huge spiritual strength that can solve all these mystic burdens and still, have enough of time and chances to run around to source worthy wealth to make him indeed rich than the King of our land. So, we daily looked forward, nursing as we expect a wealthy savior. We do not want Jesus that did not have even five loaves and twain stick of fishes. We do not want a preacher without a boat.
We even stoned him, as he turned his back toward the face of the city gate, leaving for another place. Nearer or far away, we cared not to know. He waggled, as he was forcing his stiff legs into racing as of old. We fetched relieved that he left. After all, we would not be troubled by some diseases that might shed down from his stinking rags he wore. No poor old man to stress our women tonight begging for what to eat; and some drinking water.
The old poor wise man left. Three day after, the rich man too left and promised to return soon with other rich merchants. He promised that they would be trading with us. He said he was going to build very large markets in the central part of our cities. That was giving us impressions that we were going to be one of the richest nation in the whole world. We could not sleep without thinking and nursing the return of this rich man. We hoped to welcome him for the greatest angel we wanted to have around our city to make our land a place of secured gold and diamond, not somewhere so poor by invasion of other stronger Nations around us.
The rich man failed to return after three days. But when we did not expect him, he came. He did not bring the merchants; rather, he came with hired warlords. Flood of men on horseback rushing to the gate of our city in thousands of soldiers than the numbers of all creatures living in our land. They meant battling with us. They knew there was no how we were going to defeat them. Instead of rising up to the challenges, we all surrendered at seeing that these warlords had already captured our dear King. He was the strongest warrior in our land. So, we were lead captives out of the cities, both old and young, females and males, infants and suckling, crippled and healthy. They left nobody in the city than the sick. We were used as the carriers of all gold, diamonds, silver and all other treasures we had, by our own heads into captivity for our enemies in the clothes of angels.
As we reached the boarder of the land that banks the Dark-river, we sighted the old poor wise man we chased away from entering into our Capital city. He was taking some rest, after he had taking his bath for the evening. He sat down and waved his hands to us. He shook his head, “I only came to your gate to let you know how miserable the future of your land hides from your night dreams. I knew this but you did not welcome me to help you. You took me for a beggar instead. It was necessary that I should disguise that I might reach your Capital city safely. I know if I had dressed in golden and silver sleeves, I could have possibly been arrested and be harmed before getting to your land. With all pain I went through, denying myself of the rich life am living to help you survive been sold into slavery, you were too arrogant and selfish to live in freedom, hence.
We all busted into weeping as he was shouting in our native language from the top of the loftier rock that deepened her base into the ocean; knowing fully well that our arresters did not understand much of our indigenous language. He kept shouting, weeping at the other side of the gushing water that we made his mission failed. He lamented how farther he had walked to reach our Land. He knew that we would never return from the servitude that foolishness sold us into.
That was the story of how we sold out our future looking for help from gorgeous Devil. We welcomed the ensnaring rich. We were too blind by his buoyant décor to have suspected whom he was going to turn from the darker night into the dawning morning. That rendered us so weaker than prey from water. The poor who owned the secrets to our everlasting survival came indeed. But, the future fragility remained hardest to believe mystic, rolling from the softest sensations of what is called future. We bulled him, not knowing that we were ruing our chances of living another more freedom on the surface of this unbelievably departing land of ours. We were leaving all we have into owning nothing than our bodies. The memories of the fun and joy we left behind to the gate of the cities we were departing. The peace and the comfort we fetched from our homes and, the dreams we clung on the onward days. But we were here again, for another people who were going to be seeing us as useful for nothing than to make us serve them until death.
Lastly, he shook his head and said, “Goodbye, the angel saving needs not the herb to heal himself. Goodbye, your land shall be giving to a newer generation that shall be obedient and humble to welcome the poorest angel in rags.”
(14) A fool is twice as much troubled than a blind man.
(15) What fills your mind cannot feed your stomach.
(16) Do not sow on the Sea sand for water; the harvests of the wise men are by the streams.
(17) Who is mightier, he who dreams or he who interprets the dream?
(18) Can ugly Demons be friendly with beautiful Angels?
(19) Can a Princess fall in love with a Leper?
(20) Your face can speak your intent.
Simplified: Human sights remain the most sensitive part of the body interpreting the emotional message of the mind. It speaks for Happiness, Pride, Sorrow, Holiness, Expectation, Boldness, and Intimidation. The state of one's mind cannot be hidden from the translating signals of the lenses controlling the sights, taming it always to respond to the messages on the table of the mind. Indeed, one can pretend as much as possible to hide his feeling, but it is far from natural state of human disposition.
(21) Conquered by tongue is conquered by the snake.
(22) How do I help myself to always remember that my suit is common?
Simplified: Maybe for gold to be humble, diamond evolved. For silver never to boast too high, God let Bronze exists. That the sun might not see itself as the greatest brightness, God infused its burden with too much heat. Maybe there is nobody that actually knows where the biggest star situated. This verse remains a checkmating utterance against pride. You cannot be as rich as God can. You can never be as great as God can. But there can be someone, at somewhere that is as wise as you are. There could be someone richer than you could. There could be many writers who can do this job better than I can. Maybe the only thing I had was the timing and the chance. So, do not ever think that you are the only treasure existing in any undertaken you are crafty at. Go solo and always let God feel your heart of gratefulness. The most beautiful are not yet borne. And the richest, the wisest man on earth, are yet to be.
(23) An ant can see everything on you.
(24) The strongest secrete of a virgin is sex. Do not let her know that you know about it.
(25) A normal man does not have to create an odd in the crowd, he just adds himself to the force of the crowd.
Simplified: The word 'outstanding' never connotes riot identity. It is not even a symbol of negative or notorious uniqueness.
Rather, it boosts the expectation of the world around it. It gives the hopeless the needed help to believe in another day. It saves lives when the next possible arrival is death. In the absence of heroic contribution, it promotes uniformity in the societies. Do not misbehave because you trust your ego. Do not let those who relied on you down just because you believe that without you, they can never stand or accomplish anything worthwhile.
Positively, be passive toward being welcoming. You must be accommodative to earn favor of those in higher places to match up with those frontiers. You cannot go alone all the way. Some people must be there for you. Their testimonies foot your accreditation. The passage to the well that stores the dragons’ honey only welcomes the humble brave-men. The arrogant does not proceed too far before meeting destructions. Do not shout your way to fetch the lioness’s milk. She is hungrier than waiting to see you escaping.
No star sings in the sky, they only work all night to maintain their places and brightness. Learn to be calm and live peacefully against pride and foolishness that can describe you as unreasonable figure in the society. This you know will variably disqualify you as being irresponsible fellow in the community.
(26) The passage to the well that stores the dragons’ honey only welcomes the humble brave-men.
(27) Don’t shout your way to fetch the lioness’s milk. She is hungrier than waiting to see you escaping.
(28) No star sings in the sky, they only work all night to maintain their places and brightness.
(29) In the land of the wise, they do not crown the foolish heir of the Late King.
(30) A wiser poor slave is welcomed in the Palace than a foolish Prince.
(31) There is always a strange day among the strange mates, you do not ever be the stranger.
(32) If she employs every agent to tame the future, watch her, she is a snake in the spirit.
(33) If she is temperate and forgiven, of comely words and faithful in acts, wise and Happy-hearted, she is the angel waiting by the seacoast. Oh! Bachelor, marry her.
(34) Share in good a thing that other people love, which is the price for common blessings.
(35) A woman is never a goddess over her child, but she remains the prime spiritual-suitor on behalf of the child, before a deadly god or goddess.
(36) A right mind is an antidote for long life.
(37) A chance to progress? Wish yourself good luck, the return of what you have always been wishing others.
Simplified: This verse (37), contributes more emphasis on what local myths promote. Scientifically proved, it does not worth print. But, this same science substantiates the law of gravity. I am shielding myself under this law of gravity to elaborate an allusive claim that ‘what goes up here must come down.’
Always think consequence, when you are so wicked in your thoughts towards other fellow around you that you do not want to hear or see good things happening or coming their ways. Then, when the time comes for you too to hope for good thing to happen to you, you should be cursing yourself as you are always doing to others. You cannot always pay back in poor quantities and be expecting the best results. Your reaction to the world that gives the portions to hopers’ counts to decide what responds to, or determines your reward from outside.
(Chapter 2) The opposites that never crosses
(Chapter 2)
The opposites that never crosses
(38) If you do not lay good eggs, you cannot hatch healthy chickens.
(39) We are all victims of time, and experiences that painted our ways of life into what and where we are now.
(40) I have four brother-friends by western coasts; all of them were deaf and dump. One babbles in English, one in Germany, one in French, and the last one, so handsome twitters in Spanish.
Simplified: This Verse was extracted from raw fiction, there was a tale of an ancient slave who escaped by being dropped into the ocean, on account that his British Master thought he had died and they were too busy to criminate his dead body, let alone digging earth to bury him. So, they threw the body into sailing Sea. He was drove by the water to French-coast as a dead body and latter, life came back into his body and he woke up. He knew nobody and was let alone by those who saw him waking from death.
The tale described him as a stranger for the fact that he was captured and took away from African Nativity, not more than six months before this surviving in a strange land. So, he understood no other language than his homeland-tongue, which was Yoruba. To keep himself happy from loneliness, he derived a song which he latter translated into foreign language after many years. Then, he had learnt to speak in English, Spanish, German, and French. The verse was the sentence of his newly composed song after resurrecting from being thrown into the Ocean as a dead man.
Meaning, that a language you don’t understand meant nothing to you than babbling, and as meaningless as twittering of the birds on the stems. Though, you might be lured to cherish the beauty in the skin color of such a man, yet, he had no help to offer you with his words of mouth. It was said that he had friends who came all the way from all these four edges of Europe. They were more interested to make him their closest friend. Thereby, doing everything possible to help him understand and speak their individual tongues.
Oregon, as his Name sounded, married a Ukrainian Woman, and lived the rest of his life, somewhere in America. But, the epic fiction said his original name was in Yoruba meaning which was meant to be written without the last letter ‘N’ that was added to it by the White-men due to their tongues diversification.
So, in Yoruba Land, where the man named, Oregon in the United State of American, in the Ancient world originated from, Oregon was written without the last ‘n’ to mean too much trust in someone you love to the bridge of death. Oregon was the only child of his parents. His ancestors had the curse of having just one child in their marriages. This spiritual plague yoked his mother and father into having no other child.
His rich father thought him riddles and many secrets about his origin. Now, the raging of the western Tyrannies came overwhelming the Nations of Western Africa, he was captivated. His father and mother were both killed that same night that the slave traders raided their village; and he was not spared from being tied hands and legs, and was carried away into slavery. A lazier child at his tender age of sixteen from rich parents would remain of lesser agility. On this account, he could not survive the rigor undertaken of the tyrannies that took him away, being deceived by his handsome look to have thought that he was going to make a stronger slave on the farm. But beauty had nothing to say about strength, not fervency.
Note: If your background is attached to this place (Oregon, United States of America) identified in the fictional effort, count this no harm, the Author prides in free world.
(41) My heart is just a little home.
(42) A man whose tongue digs pits against the steps of his friends shall soon be removed by the gathering of many Saints.
Simplified: Do not be selfish in all things. If you do, you cannot be upright. Selfishness leads to many other habitual viruses. If you are selfish, you are bound to be covetous, robbery, insincere, and possibly bloody, and what more. You can be as rich as the Sea; time comes when the closest friends and relatives that benefited from your wealth from longest time shall abhor you. They know you are the closest grave to their souls, they know you are as dangerous as luring snare. They would not value your wealth as they care to sustain their dear lives. As soon as they sensed that, your presence in the neighborhood is becoming the loop for the evil they fear most to reach them quicker, they will scheme how to get rid of you at all cost.
It is costlier to be the killer tongue than to join the wagon of those who choose the right paths to livelihood. No one will see a reason to rely on information aired by a talebearer. Your friends count you as the worst of reproach they are keeping closer to themselves.
IF your wife, so beautiful, sees another reason to keep living in such vicinity stronger than conceiving the shame that your habit of saying what you did not see, spreading evil and fake rumors around the streets, then she will tender a divorce letter, sooner.
A reasonable child will think of disowning you from being his or her father. There comes another plaque of wrong allegation. What is done by unknown criminal shall be mounted on you. Every day you live, keep this fact in mind. You are not far from landing in prison, any moment from now. If the law enforcers had known what you live for, they would always see your presence in any part of the city as being suspicious, except your own residential environment.
That means your ways of living count much for how long you live on earth. Wrong habits can chase a man quickly to the grave. You cannot escape being hurt while running in the darkest forest. There is no darkest forest as bad demeanor. Choose the right habits and live by them to sustain the good dreams you nurse to actualize within your lifespan.
If your wrong choice of living notorious is costly than what the responsible fellow on the streets are paying to maintain the honor they are booking in the society, then why don’t you beat down the negativity surrounding your mind from breathing for positive atmosphere? It is just a step away from crossing to the right side of life. That step is, DECISION. Your determination to change from being an assassin, Robber, Liar, Fraudster, Suicide-mission guru, is all you need to break through. Just like waking from yester night darkness to a new morning. You are crossing from death to life. Live, and just for that, which is positive.
(43) There is hell in the reaches of an unbridled tongue.
(44) If a fool is introvert, he can keep many wise friends.
(45) If a fool is blind, he can live longer
(46) If you are wise, set to walk and work.
(47) If you are a fool, learn to work and sleep to rest.
(48) A wise man but not cautioned in words, is still a poor fool.
Simplified: This saddles much emphasis on effect of unbridled tongue and the danger it uses to cause. People who had once fallen victim of wrong accusations and were prosecuted suffered these merely because they were careless and unable to tame their tongues. Unbridled tongues got them involved in punishable cases and they ended up being enlisted culprits that must not be pardoned in order to send a warning of how painful such offenses weighed, to the societies by the law enforcers.
If a man is considered wise, but cannot still control his tongue, he would be made to suffer some hardship that the fools and the poor slaving in the land of freedom never seem to escape.
Lots of deadly secretes are confined in the wise men, most often, by the Noble of the lands, by Kings and Queen, the Rich Merchants and the Royal Dukes. Somehow, if these expensive secretes, so treasured, are let out of the bags, the confidants never mind fetching the penalties for such careless audacities around graves. If the traitor is relatively pardoned, he might still end up being expelled out of the Territory by the King or Queen.
And I write, Temperament, Tongue-bridling, Self-control, Ability to listen to other, Humility and Cleverness in learning, Quickened mind toward escaping from posing danger, are all termed as being Prudent. Prudency is also wisdom, wisdom is the Principal virtue and the greatest of all Natural gifts. Do not live hence void of it.
(49) No birthday is cursed, but some bad and cursed men were borne someday.
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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 06.12.2019
ISBN: 978-3-7487-2293-9
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