Evil effects for Evil Spirits
Drinking can hardly be called an acquire habit-
One’s efficiency is impaired, as is ones imagination, inventiveness and quickness!
No longer does one have sun-clear eyes, and in time turn into gutter-wolves!
This is an evil corner in life, should you end up there:
This is a corner that flourishes with both women as by men!
The common corner language is coarse, degrading, debauchery.
Pre-eminent respectability and discretion, laid down for the morbid craving.
Unhealthy living creates unhealthy appetites and desires.
The home life vanishes for the public bar.
Drinking exhaust you, I know, I’ve been down that road!
Sour stomachs, bad sanitation, one’s existence is deadened by the ugliness of living in the gorge of alcoholism.
So these are some evils of drink, drunkenness-
Nothing new, for the drunk has the curse of many miseries-
And because of many miseries!
But I have no space here to talk on the miseries per se, those that make people drink-
But until the evils that cause people to drink are taken care of, it will not be abolished…
That is to say, well-intended efforts are often futile.
If you want to help, understand the person’s environment, it is called simple sociology!
Christ understood this: he healed the sick, fed the poor, and gave hope to the despairing-
Where you will find poverty, is where you will find those with no jobs, you will find more drunkenness than you can count, check the ghettos, slums and if need be under bridges!
No big secret.
Catch the young before they fall into the vicious social fungus that fosters this lifestyle!
Move if you have to.
It is better to live in an underground igloo, in the Arctic, where you’ll be warm in the winter, and cool in the summer,
fed and healthy (where I have visited)-
Better off, than to live in a city where one can trace the source of his or her evil effects, to the social toxic misery that surrounds them-
Those so called evil spirits that keep coming, and endlessly coming
Until you swallow them whole, and thus have their evil effects!
11-24-2014 (No: 4632)
(In Poetic Prose)
Last Words of the Soul
Before the soul reached the divine ravine, to where it would be turned into spiritual matter, it was halted, called back to Earth, by Earth: to where physical matter, carbon was its basis for life in its primordial universe, – before, it transcended into the cosmic outer spheres of the universe, beyond space and time; this all took place, upon the death of a citizen of Los Angeles, California. The embodiment of the soul, its essence returned to the room where resided the body it had left, captured by Earth’s electromagnetic forces, by way of its natural center core. Within a gravitational dragnet, Mother Earth, created a parameter, an inherent tendency for the soul to expand, if it so desired: and allowed to give to whomever it wished, its last: desires, wishes, and fears. The Earth pulled out of the soul at that given moment, all this, -the soul having a weak nuclear force of gravity-for that internal and sacred moment, and having had no-boundary, -and yes, the soul had its own mind, and it needed to say to its loved ones something, and the Earth’s intuitive spirit picked this up – And its last words were recaptured, in its own language, and moved at the speed of light, to the souls of those it had left behind; although nobody could read the language of the soul, they could feel it, sense it. And the Earth knew that, and then the soul from Los Angeles, found its interstellar space wormhole, and the Earth let go, and the soul let go of the earth, allowing it to go on its journey, to its Maker.
No: 4604/ 11-13-2014