Imagination or Vision?

Imagination or Vision?
I was just thinking and my meditation took me far into the world of imagination. I see the good, the bad and the ugly sides of imagination and I realised how much it has to be understood.
I see how much is made from imaginations, we love to be entertained by imagination as much as we love to entertain it. How many fictional books is being released everyday? How many movies are being made daily out of the imaginations of men? Probably they'll end up selling much more than realities and more acceptable than true stories. I love true stories and so do many, the truth is that they are so few and may be drab and boring. Not for lack of materials, six billion people and probably as much that have lived before them provide boundless materials from experiences unimaginable.  But non fictions still remain less than that which came out of our imaginations.
Man's needs coupled with his imaginations have produced unimaginable progress for mankind. Blessed be the mind that imagined man on the moon, blessed be the one who imagined the greatness the race has attained and the innovations that brought us here. And such are the benefits of imagination being positive and progressive and God borne.
Essentially, I see that the capacity to imagine is God given and it is a free world where all things are possible. Man has the right to day dream and travel far and wide, enjoying what time and space cannot afford him, living in so much pleasure he cannot pay for and filling his life with joy and happiness at the same time without a reason. I believe it must be therapeutic within it's instinctive bounds and not beyond for it shares the same boundaries with insanity.
As much as man has the right to dream and day dream, he can't live in the dream world. He wouldn't survive there. You must wake up to make the dream come true. Man must wake up to live the dream. If the the imagination would not become a stronghold for the enemy. The enemy of destiny would prefer you stay there, he'll prefer you build a castle in there then he can take over and become an evil king in an empire he didn't build.
Our imaginations have boundaries and we must maintain the boundaries to be safe.
Imaginations run on the fuel of ignorance and born of lack of the knowledge of reality and jointly sired by our desires and wishes. When ignorance and wishes combine in an un-inquisitive mind, it creates it's own realities that take such away from the path of vision.
Now that I'd mentioned vision we must find out how they relate.  Vision brings the possibilities that we are yet to experience. It is that light that shines into the heart from the heart of God. It is the progressive revelations of the things God has created which time has deprived us of seeing yet. They are spiritual realities concerning the planet which their time hasn't arrived. Vision is the revealed picture of the end and of purpose when it is fulfilled revealed from the beginning. It is the light of God shinning on the path of the good works ordained before that we should walk in in the now. It is beyond mere imagination which may not be stable and when stable becomes a stronghold. When it is vision, eyes hasn't seen it, hear is yet to perceive it and it won't enter into the mind of man except revealed into our spirits.
But we prefer imaginations to the realities of vision. It suits the flesh better and more easily accessible. Why must I take the pain to build according to what was shown me on the mount? What if the plan shown me will deprive me of my dreams and aspirations? There thoughts rise against the knowledge of God and strategies take over from divine instructions. And it is defensible, we have results to show for such after the order of the tower of Babel. Would God always scatter the tongue to bring failure to the evil imaginations of the heart of men? No! And why? I know not, but if He does, evil won't be on the earth anymore and we'll all follow God as zombies and not from our free will betraying the original design of man. He made us free moral agents.
This is where our warfare is. Our lusts war against our souls. Our aspirations war against divine instructions, our ambitions wage war against our vision. Our mind wage war against our spirits. The eternal war between good and evil. Man would love to do whatever he deems good even if only for now with dire consequences later. He wants to be known, he wants sexual pleasure and some even imagines rape, he wants money and materials and these desires fill the mind against higher thoughts. They fight the more noble desires. Yet he can achieve them with his God given gifts and potentials and so why not? But working with imaginations that stem out of mere interests, selfish desires and inordinate affeftions are abuse of the working of the mind. The battle we see physically and the present territorial occupational warfare may not be of vision but of ambition borne out of evil imaginations to satisfy the flesh. When imagination is empowered above vision, ignorance is enthroned over knowledge and man walks on in darkness sparking his own dim lights aside divine illumination.
The weapons of our warfare aren't carnal but mighty when in God. It is fought by the knowledge of God's vision. The prophesies gone ahead make for successful expedition in spiritual battles. The knowledge of divine instructions pulls down strongholds and cast down imaginations and thoughts that exalt themselves against the knowledge of God. And when our obedience to the heavenly vision is complete, then comes the vengeance against every disobedience to our vision.
What is in store is far above what we can ask out of desires or imagined out of ignorance left to the power already released to power our visions into fulfilment.
What is the light shinning in your heart?  What are the instructions coming from the heart of God? Lift them above your personal desires and aspirations and that light will take you far. Rate your imaginations below your vision. Leave out imagining what has not been revealed. Excuse the thoughts and the imaginations of other minds that are yet to be spoken out and if you need to know then just ask. Don't imagine things you can investigate, you might be wrong and the wrong imagination will take away from vision. Don't let imagination bring you to conclusive statements about people and issues. Prejudice comes out of realities laced with imaginatons. The irrestrictive and non-submissive nature of imagination makes it undependable and only knowledge borne out of investigation and research would handle it. When imagination is taken for reality, catastrophe always results. Life only thrives on the true picture of things, people and events. There are things we'll never know this side of heaven though they'd happened here but they'll not be replaced by imaginative rebuilding or reenactment no matter what. It's a pity that we love lies and will sit watching a lie made into pictures for hours unending being entertained and some will still live life as if those lies were true. Some will even treat actors as if they're the imagined characters in reality format. But man must grow beyond rating imagination that high. Man must be in charge of his imagination and not let his imaginations control him. When imaginations take the driver's seat destination isn't sure anymore. Let vison drive and destiny is sure.
Good understanding procures favor. Good morning. Thanks for reading and keep visiting evansademanuel.blogspot.com and follow the light of vision always...

Where went Innocence?

Where went Innocence?
I woke up with the thoughts of innocence. I believe innocence is a virtue. The freedom it brings is unspeakable. It permits no burden and what sweet rest it gives.
Innocence is a world of unconsciousness, an oblivion of an unending horizon, a clear and clean sight of eternity and peace.
I see a child with no care who weighs not his word or act, not even what he hears. Sleeps when sleep comes, struggles for nothing and careful for nothing. No complexities, loves without restraints and his pains lives only for a moment. Spank your child, he will yet love you still but when bastards are reprimanded it becomes a fight.
Until we get born again and become like a little child, the kingdom of God isn't sure. Childlike faith produced by childlike innocence opens heaven's doors, welcomes the soul to eternal bliss and prayers to the answering chambers of God's throne.
Apostle Paul said he was alive once but was slain by the coming of the commandment. Who kills innocence? When did I lose it? When the death that lives in the culture and the principle that has corrupted my progenitors saw me, they attacked my innocence and called it foolishness. I saw that I had been naked and being alive became secondary, I'd rather be covered and look good though dead than be alive this naked. I took the forbidden fruit and the seed grew in me to point fingers and hide from taking responsibilities of my errors.
Yes, innocence looks like foolishness, naivety and simplicity may take the same shape and who can explicitly tell the difference? And so we spurn innocence yet wonder why no one has it anymore.
I've seen innocence lose opportunities and so look like foolishness. I've seen innocence cry and it looks too weak to survive among men. I have seen innocence punished for telling the truth and make sincerity look like a vice.
Who ever respects innocence? Yet we wonder why men have become so cunning. Innocence may look disrespectful but can be sincere but we must be politically correct even if it slays innocence and so we rate the respect we desire above innocence and so we create subtle scheming snakes.
When a man deceives his neighbor and earns big for it we call him wise. When a politician robs people of their lives but comes home with his loots as a benevolent man we applaud, if he had to depend just on what he's paid and couldn't afford to spray currency notes he becomes a bad man. So he desires to be rich and loses his innocence. We love it so and so it has been. He made it who has it even if he stole it, he is the success, you fail if you don't have it to show. So we lose our innocence.
I've been saved by innocence, I'd gone by trouble unconsciously. If I'd known that it was my lust that was been appealed to maybe I would've fallen for the temptation but I'd walked on missing an opportunity to sin in my naivety and now that I'm wiser I saw it but without a regret, grateful for my innocence. So I believe that what my innocence made me lose won't be an opportunity, traps do have open doors too. In a world where we take advantage of situations to advance selfishness, many have added death into the pot ready for a sumptuous meal.
How do I wake my innocence up again, how do I become a child once more and not be called a fool? Being born again has become mere religious parlance and many who claim such status still betray innocence. Insincerity props up here and there as we cover up in fear of one another. How I wish I can be naked and not be ashamed. How I wish we can be our brothers' cover when they go naked. So the fear of the pain of truth pushes us away from innocence.
Truth and innocence are inseparable. But not many see innocence in truth especially when truth isn't in their favor. If I innocently tell the truth that implicates a brother will that not be termed an intentional move? If I sincerely make a move in my strides that makes another looks bad, how would my move be interpreted? Would it not look as if I had a prior motive to cause the final unfortunate event? This format of thinking robs us of our innocence, it makes us watch and weigh our words and acts so that we can speak and do what is acceptable even if not coming from the heart. We love to look good and be impressive maybe that can earn us some positive movements and acquisitions not caring about our innocence. Yet we ask 'where went innocence?'
We need our innocence back even if it means not looking good or a loss of opportunities. It'll require boldness and a carefree mentality. Ambition won't help us, the childlike contentment and dependence are needed. We can't be desperate to belong and be innocent. We need faith in God and in His providence to remain true. Leave out the sense of being monitored and do what's right without the fear of going wrong. The fear of failure must not be the motivation for success.
I must despise mistakes and not worship sin. The fear of sin isn't the cure for unrighteousness, it is the fear of God that keeps from falling. I must not fear going wrong if not on purpose, I must be free. My fear of being correct robs me of innocence and may cripple one who endeavours to be right. I must be myself and not blend to what is expected instead of changing to become better. I must remain innocent ready for the consequences of being true.
I know also that innocence too can be misinterpreted and is open to suspicion but even if wrongly assessed the joy of innocence remains and the truth stays still.
So keep your innocence and let nothing tarnish your sincerity, if you go wrong let it not be out of a scheme, to err is human, depend on God and good will come. In the quest of looking good innocence goes missing. We can be naked and not be ashamed...and the burden of covering rests on those who are so laden. When you love to be sincere you will cherish other people's innocence. Good morning. Share this and keep visiting evansademanuel.blogspot.com and stay sincere and innocent!

The complexity of Forgiving Me

The complexity of Forgiving Me!
I had hurt a beloved. All sorts had gathered to push me to. My head rang with the song of Bob Marley. 'I shot the sheriff...but I did it in self defense'. My advocate said I should shut up and say nothing, he'll talk for me. My crowd are ready to fight for me, they trusted me. Witnesses could not prove I did it, at least not intentionally.  The judge couldn't pin it on me. I should be uappy but I'm not. The one hurt wouldn't talk, making things worse. That one too may be pitying me for all the troubles, who knows? Isn't that what love ought to do? And I should be happy things are going my way. But I am not!
My conscience flogs me. Even when God has forgiven me. The blows so heavy I wonder why no one hears, the pains piercing I wonder why the blood won't flow to show. And I should run away from it but I won't. It isn't enough for what I did. My conscience smites me. What would I pay to atone for my mistake? What would take my guilt away? I justify the guilt, the pain is right since I was wrong.
I cry. Deep, painful cry as Peter did when the cock crowed. Who will forgive me? Where is my acquiter? Where is my justifier? Who will tell me I wasn't wrong and would be right to me? Even if the gavel lands with freedom for me from the courts of men, will I ever let it be in the court within me? To me, the full course of 'their laws' isn't good enough to pay for  my sin even if I had pleaded 'not guilty'.
Did I plead not guilty? May be I only echoed what I was told to say, do I believe that really? I doubt. So in court I wept and yet not enough. I wept for the one I'd hurt, the one I love.
If it had been another who had done this and not me, I would be there to fight such to submission and made him pay to his last rand. So I fight and I really would submit to anything. I did what no one should do. I want to pay.
But what would I pay? What can I pay? The other crowd wants me to pay, maybe I'm really on their side inside me. Aren't they right? Because I am ready to pay. Then they overheard my pains and readiness to pay much more than they demanded. They backed out. Watch that man, he may inflict more pain on himself than what we want. We need him. They want me counseled. And the counsellor said 'Son, pls forgive yourself'
Is this a joke? How would that ever be. How would I forgive myself when it's obvious what I did? I wish to punish myself forever and I'm sure many won't mind. He said again, 'Son, pls you have to forgive yourself!' And I cry the more.
How do you know I hurt? Can you feel the blows within me? What will atone for my sin? Someone has to pay? I am ready to pay. He replied, 'Son, yes, someone has to pay, but you won't be the one to dictate what to be paid, Let the law help you, but you have to permit that by first taking yourself out of the law courts of your heart and let yourself be here'
I kept crying, but I did what I shouldn't do. How I wish they would let me inflict the pain to pay till I'm satisfied even if it would drain all life? But the counsellor won't let me. He said the world needs me and my purpose wasn't to die for a mistake I made. He said I wasn't born to make the mistake and dying to pay for it pays no one and would fulfil no purpose that benefits the world and I would have deprived the world of what good is left in me.
Yet I felt shortchanged and it's hard forgiving myself. I only felt I deserve the pain. But now I would still pay. I'll do by living to be a blessing and hurt no one no more. The counsellor told me someone took the fall for me and paid for my error. He knew I would make the mistake, He knew everyone would make the mistake and so He paid upfront and now there is no more condemnation for me if I walk with the counsellor. Now I can submit to the law and whatever sentence would be good enough.
When I accepted what the counsellor said, and believe in what His Friend paid, my conscience stopped the blows and the pain subsided and I can live again but now missing the friend that I had hurt. But we'll meet again to hurt no more! We remain friends forever!
What a miracle it was to forgive myself. What a joy to feel loved again and what great desire to love again. When we learn to forgive ourselves by accepting God's forgiveness we live for a better course that brings true meaning to our lives and enriches life for others to enjoy. Forgiving self maybe complex and would be fought by those who wants vengeance but we would need it when it is all over to face life and be a better person on the path of fulfilling life's purpose. Good morning! Share this and keep visiting evansademanuel.blogspot.com and learn what the Counsellor said, forgive yourself!
-To all hurting under the pain of 'justifiable' self-condemnation for hurting those they really loved- We all have been there, every true love has been there!

Crippling Emotions!

Crippling Emotions!
My notebook is open and my fingers ready, my mind is full of thoughts but won't flow to my pen. They aren't clear enough. My skills aren't depleted, the gifts and the calling of God are without repentance so why wont I flow? I remember I earlier had an altercation with someone and my mind is still riveted to the moment long gone and now as I wish to produce, the way is blocked.
In the evil day, the mother comes to birth but the strength to deliver departs. What takes away the strength to produce? What curse causes fruitfulness to hide? Strength is sapped when the mind is burdened with error and crippling thoughts hold fast to the labourer. No negative emotions permit progress. Be it anger or sorrow, vengeance or sadness, none supports fruitfulness so long it is in control of the man. Does the wrath of man work the righteousness of God? Does ungodly sorrow work repentance? So long I enjoy my lusts, only greed will reign and not love. If I let the sun set over my anger I waste the day. When I submit to the influence of drugs and other substances, solids or liquids, I submit to strange spirits and pull out from under the influence of the Spirit of God; two captains don't rule a ship same time. When I walk in the flesh, I can't walk in the spirit same time. When I took pleasure in venting my anger, I lost the treasure of inspiration and became crippled. But would I place on my chest a placard reading "Do not offend"? Or how do I handle being provoked so as to preserve my inspiration?   Would I run from relating so that I can be safe? Segregation doesn't confer self control, every negative emotion is rooted in the reclusive recesses of the mind and may not need a second party to grow.
When I scorn others and condemn people, when I slander and hate with impunity and think low of others without proper considerations, I need no partner in my loss of control. When I exhibit fear and nurse self insecurity and I'm pushed into error I need no accomplice to permit these strangers in my life, so my seclusion isn't an answer.
I have to face it and fight to preserve my productivity. I am glad I had discovered what sapp my inspiration and weaken my hands and now I have to deal with them decisively. I have to take hate far from me and embrace joy instead of sorrow. I must not take any offence offered, other people's mistakes shouldn't become my own business and burden, fear and phobias must be expunged from my life and faith must take the place of doubts and unbelief. I must cuddle self confidence, the sense of insecurity should have no place in me, I won't fear the worst case scenarios of what man can do to me, greater is he that is in me than the wicked threatening me. I'll expunge the sense of competition, and its twin, envy will go with it, I compete with no one but with the possibilities within me. Inordinate affections, the desires of incontinence and lack of contentment won't live in me to inflict worry and anxiety; I'll not be fretful, I'll rest in hope.
Hate will clear off my mind and love will take root deeply. I'll forgive easily and hold no wrong enough to push me into punitive retaliation. These strangers won't stop me, I refuse to stoop before them. To many it may be wise to sometimes rent these ghosts for some dirty jobs, I'm sure paying them off might not be as easy as hiring them, for once they are engaged they don't like to play the second fiddle, they boss and dictate the controls; I refuse to be under the power of any.
Does that make me a fool then? Well, if it helps me to concentrate on fulfilling my purpose on the eath then it is wise. Why should I be wise enough to lose my reason for being? It is foolishness to exert yourself and lose your life.
I'm sure after this the tempter will come fanning my temper, to destroy my resolve, and his earthly testers too will employ their jesters to make fun of my 'foolishness' and to cast their doubts betting on my failure to be what I would be and bring forth the fruits of the garden of God within me, but the husbandman is with me and the keeper of His vine won't sleep nor slumber, and I know on my duty post of productivity and purpose no power would pluck me from His hands.
Would men try? Yes! Would demons fight? Yes they will but all of them will fail for my righteous cause. The accusers will rise, the fowlers will set their traps eavesdropping to find faults to give the dog a bad name to hang it but I know whom I've believed and my redeemer is strong; having done all, I'll stand and love will prevail.
Nehemiah's Sambalat and Ezra's Tobiah won't ever succeed if we concentrate on building the walls of God with joy, the strength of the righteous.  Let no negative emotion stop you even those I'd not mentioned, when you accommodate them they relocate you to stop you. Live free, be in charge
and manifest to the fullest...Good morning, long time... Be good!
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The Economics of Poverty

The Economics of Poverty.
I think today of poverty. It must have been a major troubler of my thoughts. I think of the devastation and the inhumanity of poverty and the injustice baffles me. If there are enough resources and much food in the tillage of the earth I wonder why it's distribution remains tilted, overflowing to a side and drying up at the other.
Some say that's the way God had made it, I can only agree to that if the sun's universal theory has been a lie or if the number of hours differs from one end to the other in a day. Or that some breath some other air than that which everyone else breathes. God made the rich and the poor but he didn't make any poor rather he daily loads us with benefits and all things to enjoy.
If it is my own poverty, it would have been baseless complaining, what baffles me is the poverty of the world.
Maybe it's my judgment of what poverty is? Maybe I'd used luxury to define what poverty is, which would be technically and realistically wrong? I speak not of lack of  extraneous gadgets and funds for cruising around the world in luxury but of lack of food and raiment and even some thin tin to cover the head. I speak of devastating poverty that put human dignity in bonds such that intimidates even the most resolute.
Such may be excused if there weren't enough resources to go round, but if there are wastages on the other side of the see-saw while even the crumbs do not get to the other side, then the ensuing poverty is uncalled for.
I see dryness in the midst of the ocean, I see affluence and the oasis of desertland in its belly. I see riches and abject poverty as if in display of humanity's variety show. Different degrees of human genre degeneration. Economic classes that hardly offers promotion only the best moves on.
The resources of the earth is for all, afterall we all met it here so no one has its eternal certificate of occupation, no one can lay claims to his own possessions. It is for all just like the air, the sun and the moon. He only holds it in trust for others for a season. We brought nothing into the world definitely we'll take nothing out of it. Everything belongs to those alive.
The error of the world born of unbelief in the purpose of the Creator tells us resources are scarce and It can't go round. So we fight for the limited things and those who couldn't have should die, they don't belong. But they have refused to die and they have no other planet to go, even if Mars used to be water filled, I doubt if it still has any as I speak. So to where do we ship the poor? We all belong here and there's nothing any can do about it.
But I see daily how the poor make the rich. How the peanuts are gathered for the rich who thrives on his daily trade. Since the poor won't die or disappear rather in the majority he scrambles for a place at the overcrowded bottom of the food chain and supplies nutrients for the lone ranger at the top of it.
Maybe that's why a group of people should have a leadership system that mediates. Maybe that system should prevent the natural oppression of the poor, as the rich further cuddles his insatiableness, he wants more and more and so his appetite gets bigger and bigger. What belongs to all should be his alone. Not that he consciously thinks so but his appetite won't take otherwise. To him this is his day and every dog has its day.
But how much really does it take to live and have a good life? Do I have to earn a six figure in the double stroked capital es to live to the fullest? Do I have to be known by Forbes to be homo sapien? I sure don't think those who live at the valley of silica are more human than those who live in the desert of Somalia, life and death are common denominator. In life joy may be more in somalia as he listens to a moonlight tale of his forefathers from an old uncle enjoying the breeze of the oceans at twilight, while pains of divorce and betrayals smare the flushiness of the perfumed palace. Life is more than possessions.
Should we then make poverty king? Or blame the rich for being rich or blame the poor for being poor? We can also praise the poor for being so and the blame game would still do nothing.
I read in my Bible, that the resources of the earth is meant for all and that the promise must be sure to all the seed. The powers that makes it unsure either, physical or spiritual aren't of good. And when one comes to the position of leadership such should be on the side of God and not on the side of greed so as to make the promise sure.
When one controls the sustainance of all and has to be the one paid for every grain ate, he has the power to either make poor or rich and can alleviate poverty at will. But if the desire is to be among the few at the top of the ecosystem of human economy, the poor will have to keep pain and paying for him to keep scraping the skies where only a few lives peradventure he would someday top the chain.
Why should nations with majority poor be the one with most luxury gadgets? The mediators are accomplices and the poverty artificial. If you fold my straw and asked me to suckle, while you afix a pump to the teats of the breasts and you suck the milk into a lake for you and your wards while you should be my guard and you still wonder why I am lean? Poor nations should ask their leaders, for so the Lord hasn't ordained it.
Every nation is a garden of Eden but leaders' choices would manage it and the result rates them to keep them in or out. When you see the poor under your leadership and you cringe not you deserve not the position and you are only a waste. When you lead the poor, strive take him out of the mire, and let him have his share of the wealth of the earth, does he not deserve it? Leaders move men to better portions and places even the non human and the non living breathes fresh air when a true leader reigns.
He who works not should not eat but when he who works eats not you have someone else taking his meat. When you see working people becoming poor, there is an oppressor around. Oppressors make poor. When strength and skills are employed in wisdom and time is spent to birth new things life answers back with good if well managed and leaness is put far away. When weaknesses sets in the strong is called in to support and each one is a brother's keeper. When the brother becomes greedy, corruption would not sustain  a nation, decadence only dismembers and poverty comes in to reign. So millions live under a dollar or two and their billions are stored in one man's lakes and to keep the lakes overflowing to more lakes the eyes must be shut to the cries of the poor. That's the economics of poverty. May your straw not be folded, may your lips find the teats may you suckle the breasts of the El-Shaddai, may your lots be better but be your brother's keeper. Good morning. Share this and keep visiting evansademanuel.blogspot.com and let me know you came.