“This is my flesh and blood, take and eat it.”
So what does it mean?
Well, He’d just been discussing his timeless doctrines, so… based on common sense and what I’ve come to know as context, the originator of this proverb was talking about something totally different than the carnal mind can conceive.
Believe what you want to believe I for one won’t call good enough full grown. I can’t leave half-truths alone.
There’s a galaxy of unknown questions waiting for the perfect answers to dance with on the tip of a double-edged tongue. Someone, anyone? Who will leap over the distractions? And skin deep attractions for a fraction of the powers concealed for each to reach toward?
How can we reach these if we are always too busy? Too busy to come to the wedding feast. To busy to celebrate internal unity. How can we preach something we’ve never individually achieved?
Better believe we’ve been warned of the wolves in sheep’s clothing. but is this only metaphoric? Bear with me, I’m simply bearing my heart so care to share or feel free to tear it apart. You won’t be the first wolf put to sleep for me.
I put it out there for a feast so here’s to the best in me…
I think if we search deep, some piece inside cringes at the terror in this statement. If clothing is something we wear and there’s an entire universe that we can’t see with our eyes out there and in here… then who’s to say that isn’t how these unseen things play and think of you and me? Living spaces, temples, and houses… isn’t this something to at least worth considering?
Right there in the same book, it says we fight not against what can be seen as reality dig in deep, what a clear warning when paired with ‘we fight not against the flesh and blood… No human being is really my enemy, ultimately skin deep is never what’s rising against me, so then could it be… That maybe we are the clothing for something we can’t see. Funny there’s only one things I’ve found extending armor to anyone who cares to partake in it…
So, that voice inside that tells your mind you’re better off on your own… or that maybe the negativity you are feeling is a good thing? It isn’t you… it doesn’t even belong to you. What if I told you, you caught a mental virus but the good news is you can tell it to leave… Tell me you can’t feel it creeping up to tell you you’re just too much. Your smile is a crutch, you have no reason to laugh so much… tell me you can’t feel it keeping you from connecting or creating heat with any living thing, and the more you listen to it’s negging the worse that it gets…
So, you tell me, could it be we contain something in each… which wolf we feed… Are you following me? I can’t slow it down. I’m going to the cloud for a download now.
From clown town to cloud town won’t come back down not for anybody… I got things I need, not one of them is physically maternal… My instinct tells me, my children, come to me in a different sense. My sentence is time spent. ready to be beamed up from this crazy stuff, please don’t let me be a conduit for anything else to be drawn into it.
I am going to pick and choose from the menu. I want a little more patience If I’m meant to tune into this. Give me my fill of substance to counter the bitter essence of bootilicious culture shaming little boys and girls into body hatred, basing substance on things bound to fading if bound to fake things. Real things only ever grow in beauty never forget that. The deeper your roots tap the more likely to find water where you are you will be fruitfully. Remember that and you’ll go far kid. remember that…
Don’t forget that… If life gives you a dead branch make a baseball bat and hit a homegrown homerun the way you always pictured it… paint and create the way you were made to and don’t let the darker shades in life get to you.
You never know what you’re gonna get, our favorite village idiot once spoke, and I quote “Life is like a box of chocolates… ya never know whatcha gonna get…” Thank you, Mr. Hanks. I hope your character in this dirty little game never stops runnin’ cause the pipers coming…
Proving once again, sometimes it’s the things we learn early on that get us along when the sword comes swinging on life’s pendulum… *run forest run!* little Janie’s got a gun, what you put her through was no fun… the box of rotten pieces Smithers speaks of was her little brother on the run… Now the deed is done she done found her knees and left the loaded gun to the fools who feel the need to use them…
come one come all, come observe the whores fall, I am merely an illusion of the pants, a witness sent in advance to tell you of my missing robes… A sign and a wonder. Oh, how I wonder how this will play out for humanity… how will they deal, how will they feel when they realize it’s all been for vanity… a passing wind a weightless delusion… Underneath it the impending end of everything they’ve grown attached too….
What will they do? What will they do… when it all falls down, oh what will I do when You finally dig Your hands into this clay, molding a brand new day…
Burn it down, burn these debts of humanity to the ground, and from their ashes grow a beautiful tree, the most beautiful anyone has ever seen. Let the fruit be lifegiving.