On The Wings of Hope : Prose

Various machines you have built, diagnosing the bodies. Numerous vaccines you have created, poisoning the blood. Lots of tablets you have churned out of various forms and colors. Selling all this you are now and money you are making, caring of people formally. Do you know whom do you serve now ? Terrified to learn this, you will be, surely.

But there are no consequences without a cause, and you continue powdering the consequences. And if the body of one with diseased spirit is ill – what is the reason to sharpen this outside decay ? Popup it will in different spot soon enough. For struggling against the Law of God you are.

On the deeds based there will be consequences, and impossible it is to alter the essence of the deed made, trying to clean up the consequences. From the very root one needs to start with. And where is the root of the human being if not in his spirit ? And where is his cure if not in the strengthening and purification of root named ? And thus a tree with powerful roots will have a top magnificent, and branches strong, and foliage green and juicy – for healthy is this tree. Why do you not study from wildlife, you, trying to work with human nature ?

For you have no need for human’s health, truly. For how will you keep doing that business of yours otherwise ? So, I tell you now whom do you serve, for you know all that in advance, still trying to escape the voice of screaming conscience. The souls of yours you are destroying gradually, like the souls of your patients, robbed by you, for the golden calf you are still seeking. But on the deeds based there will be consequences. For struggling against the Law of God you are.

And what is that Law if not the desire to see people harmonious, with roots spiritual strong and powerful ? And what are those illnesses if not the punishment for dimming of spirit, considered the third sin ?

As an injustice you consider that, but ask yourselves whether you know the ways of the Lord ? Examine the scrip of your soul – are there stones, carried by you for a long while, which have hunched your bodies ? But whether stones of insult, rage, hatred and feelings similar are wanted by the Lord ? Yourselves only you overload with them, only to accuse the God for the weight you are carrying subsequently.

Examine them now and throw away those stones on road of your life, throw them all into the dirt for the dirt they are.

And no need for the machines and devices various will you have, for they are incapable to shatter the stones of spirit, ever. For those healthy in spirit will have a healthy body once. For there is nothing impossible in the world of the Live God as there was. And who if not you have turned away from Him long time before ?

Giving you a word I am now, false saviors.

To throw stones of your rage in me can you. To threaten to dismember with scalpels of yours me can you. To try to stuff me with tablets of yours can you. But on the deeds of yours you will be given. For struggling against the Law of God you are.

And when the time comes – whether you can prove the ability to cure at least yourselves, I wonder ?

But those who want – may they remember of that point, from which their art of aiding human beings was born, and of the point, to which it will once return, having been cured soon from all defects of that industry.

18.10.2010

An unofficial appeal to the parasites

You address I today, mother Earth exploiting for your greed and avarice. You address I today, juices of human trust sucking endlessly. You address I today, ones consuming yet not giving back. You address I today, knights avaricious and thievish. You address I today, ones bathing in a sweet swill of own defects and of the way of ascension of human Soul forgotten. My word is for you, beings terrestrial and underground. My word is for you, stings of yours for the sake of others blood in their bodies and affairs sticking. My word is for you, of the work of Spirit who have forgotten, with a blissful laziness it having replaced. Word of mine is for you, parasites of this world, unreasonable.

Or have you forgotten those words of one’s affairs and requital appropriate? Or have you decided that not for you that was spoken, yet for others, foolish ones, on hump of whose you, oh smart beings, can travel further on? For live ones that was told, but whether you still live, I wonder, on tears, sweat and sufferings of others feeding? Or have you concluded, perchance, that exploiting others like that, as if they were cattle for you, will be neglected easily and from the hammer of punishment you will manage to escape perfectly? But who demonstrates those traits bestial in the first turn if not those, treating others as such?