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Living intentionally is a life of power. It is choosing your way regardless of all the goings on around you. It is a cup of hot tea and a morning ritual. It is an altar ever before you and that altar is called your heart. I am wondering why God is bringing me to a destination the way He has.

Do not steal.

Stealing is for those who lack, and most of the time the lack has nothing to do with materialism or greed, or even need. Most of the time it has nothing to do with tangible things. Do not steal another’s peace. Do not steal another’s joy. Do not rob God. Do not take a Spirit Bride and use her for greed and to rule in lust to judge another. How do we steal? We are in a state of fear, those who desire to are learning to overcome it. It has been on my mind, this thing we call living intentionally. How do I define this task I have, my soul purpose here?

“whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

-Phillippians 4:8

I have been someone who loves to meditate for as long as I can remember. How do I keep a mind focused on the lovely when I have been called into a life of battles and survival –facing a hidden war?

Everything is open to me right now. Every door is open. I am sitting in the hall of the Mental Universe –the thoughts of the world, the Universe, the Realms –not the tangible one. I am on my knees and every door is open. A superhighway of thoughts and intent. It is my breath before me and an awareness of every single thing passing by an open door.

What will move? What will venture into my path? What will break my concentration and draw me in? What is worthy for me to turn my head? What will it be? Perhaps I will not move or be moved. Perhaps I will speak and move the Universe at the right moment. God is in control. How does He want me to focus my mind? On pretty and pure things while I see the horrors of the world unfold before me? What is the shaping? What is the molding? What is the profit to my being, besides the prevention of the atrocities?

A shield of faith.

Think about pure things, focus your mind on such things? Let me introduce you to a life that is different. “We are doing something different.” So, God says. I find myself asking, “how then should I apply all these things when I spend the days seeing the most incredible horrors?”

Ho do I become so shielded that I remain in a refuge while also having a mind perceiving the horrors of the Universe? Yes, a question I have been struggling with for so long now. I am hoping to gain clarity, wisdom, and insight into this very unique way of being. I am hoping it will come soon. For now all I can think about is a favorite Psalm:

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
            Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

      I will say to the LORD, “My refuge and my fortress,
            My God, in whom I trust!”

      For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper
            And from the deadly pestilence.

      He will cover you with His pinions,
            And under His wings you may seek refuge;
            His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.

      You will not be afraid of the terror by night,
            Or of the arrow that flies by day;

      Of the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
            Or of the destruction that lays waste at noon.

      A thousand may fall at your side
            And ten thousand at your right hand,
            But it shall not approach you. –

—The first several verses of the 91st Psalm.

I am asking Him for no more P.T.S.D. I am asking Him for justice and for it to land very heavy upon those that it should. I am asking Him to show me what I am to learn in this hallway in the Universe where i perceive the minds of those around me. If one person ventures in thought in a way to construct an intent, a perceived intent to act and send harm towards me, it pulls out in front of me like a scene and a future timeline I must end.

Survival.

Survival of the fittest? This is survival of the one God has chosen to accomplish a task. Who will I be at the end of it? I trust, I choose to trust, and I choose to believe, that no matter how much the pain wells up within, that a day of recompense is coming and a day of healing that will make dull the memories of the past and bright the day of the future. I look at those responsible for what has happened to me and I have moments when all I want is for God to put them through a double portion of what they have done to me. It is His. Let there be justice.

I have been enjoying reading the thoughts of Buddha. Some of his thoughts are so insightful. Why did he not attain to the highest evolution of man? That is –to overcome death. There is more to it than meets the eye, and as insightful as he and others have been, there is a key that opens it. I have been told to reach out and take it.

We are an evolution of God in the flesh. The next phase will be immortals in the flesh. The more I speak, the more I see the dark realm rising up against me. I am pressing upon a thing and a way to be in the mind that is a threat to everything.

Understand it has nothing to do with perfection or mistakes. This is paramount to attaining to a place in the non-tangible Universe that is fully in His presence. In His presence is immortality.

One of the most enjoyable things I do to live intentionally in each day is create a morning ritual that is like an alter. It is intentional. It is thought. It is purpose. It is a divine thing. I take stones to work and I place them out in a way that represents a prayer. They represent steps on a journey. They are before me all day long. I focus on their intended meaning in reference to my personal evolution and how I am purposing my journey towards a deeper understanding of Self and Him. They are beautiful and they form a path on my desk. Each day I wrap them up at the end of the day and then re-place them the next morning. I do not leave them out as if they are mere decor. It is an act. It is a prayer. It is a prophetic act and an alter before His throne. It is my heart presented to Him. Every morning I lay them out and I make a cup of tea. In this way I am purposing my day and my thoughts to Him.

I am attempting to live intentionally with ceremonial acts of worship even while perceiving the Universe and intercepting terror. Let’s see how long I can remain out in the open Universe in the superhighway of thought without a need for retreat. God is in control. He holds no judgement against me in any of it –whether fully engaged or in quiet retreat blocking it all out.