who will join me to link the alpha and the omega? biblebookdeadthisliving

Originally posted by HIFIGUY
My Final ATS Post..

I have come to the realization that posting hear is a waste of my time.

Originally posted by HIFIGUY
If you seek a Lie..then feel free to seek a lie. The opposite of Truth is a Lie.

Esoteric said he sought the Serum to our afflictions.

I responded that Jesus Christ is the Serum. And to obtain that serum you need to honor his teachins and ways.

The message of Christ is the message of Christ.

Love The Father and Love thy neighbor. Let thy actions honor his teachings, and eternal life and the gifts which he wishes to bestow upon us will be made known.

ET? What do you know about ET.

Have you seen an ET?

Have you seen someone rise from the dead?

Have you held out your hand and risen someone from the dead?

Have you seen earth moved by ones mind?

Have you seen someone walk on water?

Have you seen someone breath underwater?

Have you seen Christ Crucified?

Have you felt Christ hands for nail holes?

Your word for today is DIVINITY

You don't know me

If you did, you would Love the Father and everyone around you
You would not search that which opposes Truth, but Truth itself

You would do good for your fellow man, and seek not the alternative
in word play or other
Kindness
Healing
Happiness
Joy

I have come to the realization that posting hear is a waste of my time.

Words without actions are dead. And the Word without acts toward your fellow man is empty.

The Lone Ranger Rides a white Horse. His horse is Silver.

Jesus said to them, "Have you never read in the Scriptures:
" 'The stone the builders rejected
has become the capstone[h];
the Lord has done this,
and it is marvelous in our eyes'?

43"Therefore I tell you that the kingdom of God will be taken away from you and given to a people who will produce its fruit. 44He who falls on this stone will be broken to pieces, but he on whom it falls will be crushed.

Father, Well get there...Im working on it

Originally posted by queenannie38

Eve did just that. " God...why shouldnt I eat the fruit "?
There was never any conversation between Eve and God regarding the fruit. God didn't bring it up nor did Eve have any questions. She believed what Adam told her ...or at least she believed that Adam fully believed his fear of the fruit of the forbidden tree was a FAIL-SAFE mechanism. She believed Adam had reasonable fears...and selective hearing and rather sketchy recall and his ability to accurately relate verbal instructions was lacking much in the thoroughness department. But still, he was cute and sweet and smelled nice when he was all cleaned up.

Hi Annie
great point you make... what happens when we believe in someone or something? We live and die by it.
I have little memory in my laptop so I have to make this quick... but in my travels I wondered about alpha and omega.. in the begining = sin, eat then die... how did this happen? Who were involved as per the story in Genesis? We have the serpent who tempted eve on the premise of death...then fell..or died. Then we have the redeemer who saves and washes sins... pretty ironic imo... Just what mask or karma has to be played out? If you were to kill everyone by telling them something and then 'enticing them to sin' wouldnt that require some pretty great feat like dying for everyone's sins?

will pop back to comment later, the pc is going to sleep!

lol well pc died whilst trying to post so lucky when I charged it, it remembered and so posting this 12 hours later.

Hi ET hope all is well with you!!

Nat
oh edit to fix quoteing & just to add to the truth debate... this thread is I believe open enquiry. When you consider there is 500 books that are omitted from the bible...just how much truth has been kept from us or twisted by man?
I think there is nothing wrong with scrutinising the word..looking at it from every angle.

cheers


[edit on 5-3-2007 by NJE777]

Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sate alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment at thy voice ... but, link by link,
Went counting all my chains, as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by thy possible hand ... why, thus I drink
Of life's great cup of wonder! Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With personal act or speech,—nor ever cull
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.

Sonnets from the Portuguese 7: The Face
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
The names of country, heaven, are changed away
For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;
And this ... this lute and song ... loved yesterday,
(The singing angels know) are only dear,
Because thy name moves right in what they say.

My Final ATS Post..

Originally posted by HIFIGUY
The statement was made that he sought that with opposes Truth.

For what reason exactly? So you can know " Not Truth".

If you seek a Lie..then feel free to seek a lie. The opposite of Truth is a Lie.

Esoteric said he sought the Serum to our afflictions.

GROW old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, ``A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!''

Not that, amassing flowers,
Youth sighed, ``Which rose make ours,
Which lily leave and then as best recall?''
Not that, admiring stars,
It yearned, ``Nor Jove, nor Mars;
Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!''

Not for such hopes and fears
Annulling youth's brief years,
Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark!
Rather I prize the doubt
Low kinds exist without,
Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark.

Poor vaunt of life indeed,
Were man but formed to feed
On joy, to solely seek and find and feast;
Such feasting ended, then
As sure an end to men;
Irks care the crop full bird? Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast?

Rejoice we are allied
To that which doth provide
And not partake, effect and not receive!
A spark disturbs our clod;
Nearer we hold of God
Who gives, then of his tribes that take, I must believe.

Then, welcome each rebuff
That turns earth's smoothness rough,
Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go!
Be our joys three-parts pain!
Strive,and hold cheap the strain;
Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

For thence,--a paradox
Which comforts while it mocks,--
Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail:
What I aspired to be,
And was not, comforts me:
A brute I might have been, but would not sink i'the scale.

What is he but a brute
Whose flesh has soul to suit,
Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play?
To man, propose this test--
Thy body at its best,
How far can that project thy soul on its lone way?

Yet gifts should prove their use:
I own the Past profuse
Of power each side, a perfection every turn:
Eyes, ears took in their dole,
Brain treasured up the whole;
Should not the heart beat once ``How good to live and learn''?

Not once beat ``Praise be thine!
I see the whole design,
I, who saw power, see now Love perfect too:
Perfect I call thy plan:
Thanks that I was a man!
Maker, remake, complete,--I trust what thou shalt do!''

For pleasant is this flesh;
Our soul, in its rose-mesh
Pulled over to the earth, still yearns for rest:
Would we some prize might hold
To match those manifold
Possessions of the brute,--gain most, as we did best!

Let us not always say,
``Spite of this flesh to-day
I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!''
As the bird wings and sings,
Let us cry, ``All good things
Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!''

Therefore I summon age
To grant youth's heritage,
Life's struggle having so far reached its term:
Thence shall I pass, approved
A man, for aye removed
From the developed brute; a God though in the germ.

And I shall thereupon
Take rest, ere I be gone
Once more on my adventure brave and new:
Fearless and unperplexed,
When I wage battle next,
What weapons to select, what armor to indue.

Youth ended, I shall try
My gain or loss thereby;
Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold:
And I shall weigh the same,
Give life its praise or blame:
Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old.

For note, when evening shuts,
A certain moment cuts
The deed off, calls the glory from the gray:
A whisper from the west
Shoots--``Add this to the rest,
Take it and try its worth: here dies another day.''

So, still within this life,
Though lifted o'er its strife,
Let me discern, compare, pronounce at last,
``This rage was right i' the main,
That acquiescence vain:
The Future I may face now I have proved the Past.''

For more is not reserved
To man, with soul just nerved
To act to-morrow what he learns to-day:
Here, work enough to watch
The Master work, and catch
Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's true play.

As it was better, youth
Should strive, through acts uncouth,
Toward making than repose on aught found made:
So, better, age, exempt
From strife, should know, than tempt
Further. Thou waitedst age: wait death nor be afraid!

Enough now, if the Right
And Good and Infinite
Be named here, as thou callest thy hand thine own,
With knowledge absolute,
Subject to no dispute
From fools that crowded youth, nor let thee feel alone.

Be there, for once and all,
Severed great minds from small,
Announced to each his station in the Past!
Was I, the world arraigned,
Were they, my soul disdained,
Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last!

Now, who shall arbitrate?
Ten men love what I hate,
Shun what I follow, slight what I receive;
Ten, who in ears and eyes
Match me: we all surmise,
They this thing, I that: whom shall my soul believe?

Not on the vulgar mass
Called ``work'' must sentence pass,
Things done, that took the eye and had the price;
O'er which, from level stand,
The low world laid its hand,
Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice:

But all, the world's coarse thumb
And finger failed to plumb,
So passed in making up the main account;
All instincts immature,
All purposes unsure,
That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount:

Thoughts hardly to be packed
Into a narrow act,
Fancies that broke through language and escaped;
All I could never be,
All, men ignored in me,
This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.

Ay, note that Potter's wheel,
That metaphor! and feel
Why time spins fast, why passive lies our clay,--
Thou, to whom fools propound,
When the wine makes its round,
``Since life fleets, all is change; the Past gone, seize to-day.''

Fool! All that is, at all,
Lasts ever, past recall;
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure:
What entered into thee,
That was, is, and shall be:
Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.

He fixed thee 'mid this dance
Of plastic circumstance,
This Present, thou, forsooth, would fain arrest:
Machinery just meant
To give thy soul its bent,
Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed.

What though the earlier grooves,
Which ran the laughing loves
Around thy base, no longer pause and press?
What though, about thy rim,
Skull-things in order grim
Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress?

Look not thou down but up!
To uses of a cup,
The festal board, lamp's flash and trumpet's peal,
The new wine's foaming flow,
The Master's lips aglow!
Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou with earth's wheel?

But I need, now as then,
Thee, God, who mouldest men;
And since, not even while the whirl was worst,
Did I--to the wheel of life
With shapes and colors rife,
Bound dizzily--mistake my end, to slake thy thirst:

So, take, and use thy work:
Amend what flaws may lurk,
What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim!
My times be in thy hand!
Perfect the cup as planned!
Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!

Robert Browning