Dear Narcissist

Do not talk to me or pretend to be my friend ever again as you are clearly vengeful and vindictive, and jealous. You're a gossip, a rumour spreader and not only overbearing but smothering too. You are irresponsible and calculating, you need to take responsibility for what you think, say and do. Do not play any mind games with me, directly or indirectly. If you say sorry to me, you do not mean it. Play your games with someone else, who doesn't know any better. You put on a friendly demeanor to everyone, so you can get away with things and manipulate people and situations. 

Do not approach me or where I live ever, as I will take the necessary action to prevent this. 

You are obviously very disturbed and want me to think this is all in my mind, well, I'm not a child, I've experienced people like you before, you're extremely traumatized and put your trauma on others, I will not be another one of your games. It's over, end of.

Pain

Pain is a killer,

It's sharp, it cuts and it tortures.

But pain humbles,

Pain brings patience,

Pain brings prayer and peace,

Pain brings the ungodly close to God.

It takes the arrogant down and lifts the spirit up,

It makes one think of meaning and ask questions,

And it gives all the answers too.

It's because of love, we lose our worldly will and come close to the Holy,

To fight it you struggle, 

To accept it you gain much,

To overcome it is Grace,

To learn from it shows wisdom,

From pain we gain more than we lose,

And when it finally ends there is only joy, ease and

a grateful heart. 

Men of these days

There was a time in history when men were told you're weak if you cry, 

You're weak if you express your happiness and delight in art and nature,

You're weak if you are mentally "unwell"

You're weak if you refuse to fight in war and kill,

You're weak if you refuse to be aggressive in any way, shape or form. 

Today?

I see strength as being true to yourself and not backing down,

I see strength as goodness and standing up for yourself,

I see strength as being honest and genuine, and truthful and kind.

Shedding a tear is not weak!

Fore Alexander the Great himself back in the day wept as he had no more land to conquer! Can you imagine!

I weep when I feel joy in my heart.

When my daughter was born I wept.

When my brother came through near death to live his life I wept.

Knowing my mother is safe and healthy I weep.

You ask what does "man" mean?

Man means Andreas!

Look it up!

Man means courage!

Look it up!

So when you see me or any man, shoulders hunched, head bowed, don't judge, but ask yourself, what's in the heart of this man?

I've taken it off

A man is not a label, 

He is not defined by the drug he takes,

By the names he is called,

By the insults he receives,

By the reactions of others to him.

To be given the label of freak,

Because your father is a freak, 

Because your brother is a freak,

Because you cracked and became a freak yourself, 

To be given that label is no longer a burden, no longer a trap or a reason to point the finger and say this man is insane.

That label I was given from birth because of my father,

Because of my brother,

Because of me,

Was a driving force and will remain a driving force, 

and now from this day it has become a lit furnace, a furnace with undying flickering and piercing flames.

Yeah, I took the drug,

To calm my mind,

I was given no other option,

But now this fire burns on its own,

Without stimulant,

Without a chemical reaction,

But only with the determination a man has within his mind and within his very being, within the entirety of what he has. 

I came out from a dark place into a dark place all those years ago,

That was the seed,

Not money,

Not glory,

Not fame,

But to endeavour, to persevere, to understand.

Now my eyes see broad what that young fellow I was did back then,

Full of emotion he ignited an unrelenting flame that grew stronger day after day after day,

So that now I hold the brightest of lights in my grasp

And I've taken off that old label,

As when you are in the midst of any suffering you are not weak, that's a fallacy,

You feel exhausted, exasperated and devastated, but that, that is the crux of strength,

To not fold, but to get through and overcome,

So that you can replace that insane label with the label of strength. 

A Spiritual Force

A Spiritual Force 

Space, time and matter were made by God, as it is written in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 

He exists outside the vastness of space, time and matter, but is also present everywhere and filling all things. 

He's made up of three Godheads who are one in essence, the Father the invisible one, the Son the mediating physical body of the Father, and the Spirit preceding from the father and descending upon the Son. The only way we can know the invisible Father is through his son Jesus Christ who walked the earth with us, and we can only know Christ through the Spirit that descends upon Him and us. 

As He's outside the confines of the matter of our brains, the molecules of our brain and therefore our body cannot be trusted in any way to know how we ourselves were formed if we are merely randomly made molecular structures from billions of years of evolution. 

How can we trust our own thoughts and theories, how can mere matter create such emotions as love, anger, jealousy, hatred, envy, determination, faith and so on, and how can we know and trust these feelings if we are merely molecular structures?

Gas, liquid and solid which make up matter cannot make itself if in the beginning there was nothing. It doesn't have the capacity or capability to create itself, it requires something outside it to create it.

Our brains can never understand the workings and complexities of God, if I understood fully the greatness I would not worship Him. He is above and beyond my understanding.

It is with a spiritual force that only a true loving, all powerful God has can help guide us to see and know the truth of creation and life, and the right way to live and to exist.

Perfect love is perfection itself

Challenge the state of affairs, whatever they may be, 

but let hate feed hate, 

I'll feel the love and the power!

Challenge the masses, why not! 

Relinquish your chains and

Never be afraid of being outnumbered. 

Be Daniel in the Lion's Den, 

Let your heart chime like Big Ben and

when your faith is unbreakable,

You will become unshakeable. 

Create within you a clean spirit, 

So you don't rely on people, 

But, they will listen, 

And become closer to miracles. 

Calm your spirit, calm your internal self, your blood, organs, muscles, skin and bone, 

Feel no animosity for your self or others, 

But don't be nice, be GOOD, stand your ground and accept only positivity. 

Positivity is electricity to the soul and a golden key which opens the door to unique realms. 

There's hope for us all,

Revolutionise your heart,

Like Saul became Paul,

He who is blinded by the light will see the light. 

Defiantly be happy and courageous,

Fore bold is gold,

If you're strong be gentle, 

If you excell be humble,

If you carry great intellect show faith,

As nobody stands alone, nobody is a monolith, nobody is perfect apart from those perfected by perfection itself! 

I refuse

I refuse to become bitter, 

My faith will never fade, 

I refuse to grow old, 

The child will never die, 

I refuse to give up, 

I will strive on and on, and on. 

I will whistle my tune and sing a song, crack a joke and laugh from the heart. 

I will be silly and crazy, and weird, 

But never stale and old, or wicked and cold. 

I will be bold and boisterous, kind and keen, not timid and flat, or vicious and mean.

I refuse.

I will always be inquisitive and want to learn more,

I will always be spritely and alert, whether in the body or heart,

I will not fade, even if it seems that way. 

I will look out the window and be mesmerised by what I see,

The treasures here and there, the beauty to be behold, the life that is everywhere, the life that I mould.

We cannot control everything, but we can think how we want, the mind moulds our existence, what we think is what we become, the point is love, joy and fascination, though life is not always fun. 

Life can rip into our souls, tear us apart, but we fix all the pieces back together and begin a fresh start. 

We renew and regenerate, adapt and change, but the core that inner child remains. 

I refuse. 

I will play games and be innocent, not kill in war. 

I will fight many battles, but not hurt others.

I will show compassion, not twist a complex tale, 

I will state the truth gently, not put you under a magical spell. 

Imagine a ripe fruit, a pomegranate or such, or an ancient gift, an elixir, but you don't share and you don't care, and you grow old and tired, and alone. 

Imagine the opposite, the transformation that would occur, if you share life and live with hope, your youth would remain, time wouldn't exist, you'd never be torn apart, but just peace and love would be.

I refuse.