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The Royal Temptations
Who remembers the Royal Tennenbaums? Smoking in the bathtub with a 33.3 chance of TV electrocution, running into oncoming traffic on purpose. Enjoying my nuked garlic bread, instead of biscotti - as the perk brewed, I had an epiphane. This is where the prophecy manifested again. Don't test God. I was getting frustrated during the grueling process of filling the filter, et cetera. It reminded me of trying to cross a busy street, with its required patience and focus. Just jumping out whenever and praying not to get hit is testing God. Test yourself to try to make coffee with poor coordination. Allow others to test you, therefore testing your longsuffering required to accept them or at least their actions to a point as things only they can change. Also, stop and allow your rational mind to bridle your emotional mind, with they're powers combined, they are the dialectical behavioral therapy WISE MIND. There could be a chance that you could learn something, be it that you're actually in error, or that this person opposing you needs help. At some point, at least temporarily cut bait, but forgive 7×70 times. Discern the spirits, don't listen to everything. For what you do listen to, salt that data. Check the proof or test your faith. Either way and all in all, Jesus is letting Satan tie his own noose. We're on the 13th wrap of that bad boy that'll direct him the way of Judas "Benedict Arnold" Iscariot. I'm using heavily again, and I now figure I'll stick to schedule II seditives - use your imagination, and hierba. The only uppers I'll use is something for ADHD, coffee, and cigs. I can pass the test with myself by admitting that I am powerless over snowflakes and going fast, and that my life has become unmanageable. Now, I will come to. My life got twist-turned upside-down, but with everlasting joy, hope, and peace always inside and frequently without, I know the Serenity Prayer, by Reinhold Neuburn will materialize as me in the near future. Hey, I said last year that I would go more than 105 days. This time it was 120, after two 60 day stints in the last four years, bringing the amount of clean time I've had since in my mid-twenties to about a year. I'll shoot for 180 starting at midnight tonight. That's just how I timely roll, shout-out to mon frere's skating career. Yes there is a lot of cryptic easter egg hunting to be done with this post, but the harvest is plenty with few workers. Montana, Uriah and Alex, I want to question birthdays and holidays and speak in and interpret tongues. I've seen God many times and the spiritual world. I once had a dream in 2012 after fasting more diligently than I ever have, in which an angel typed into a tablet and the screen's contents would appear on his forehead. I saw the number 190 appear on his head. My newest novel - my first Christ-centered publication and a masterpiece I pray - is currently right around that many pages. I then turned, saw Christ with a mask on, and then faced the angel with the tablet. His forehead then said 90. I believe that's my age of death. My good friend Terry convinced mi hermano that I was the king of the nobodies. It reminded me of the prophecy spoken around my date of birth. I'm no textbook great leader. As God is unequivocally King of Kings and as silly as "king of the nobodies" sounds, should I kick this drug habit anytime soon - pray midnight tonight - and turn this hope, joy and peace into the fire its meant to be, Y-W-H will show the spiritual self way more favor than the old man that prayerfully will be suitably more subdued. I seek and speak to Him in spiritually voracious reverence. I usually almost ace tests. Anyone who really knows me, of course knows that by most accounts I'm an inglorious criminal and addict that's sunk lower than the glory of the definition of "failure". All have failed and fall short of the glory of God, walk the Roman Road. My closest acquainted will also tell you - as I just this moment get the spiritual equivalent of a second wind, and the timed air freshener sprays like eternal water refreshed me - I'm ripe like a fig tree that grows love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, longsuffering and temperance. Not only people, but their instigators from the fiery pits will be testing you. Some of you, God saw under the fig tree before time began. That is an unconditional election. He saw that droves of people would commit blasphemy of the Holy Spirit, KNOW AND FEEL the glory of baptismal fire, and reject it. That's why evil exists and there's still an all benign God - thank you Emmanuel Kant - since DOUBT brought FAITH into the world. Thank you Soren Kierkegaard. So those of you that don't nourish your roots and become like the seed the sower threw in rich topsoil, there is always joy, hope and peace awaiting at the feast your Father prepared in the presence of your enemies. Once we realize that all we need is saved from this drive like I have: sex, drugs, violence, crime and all of those immediately gratifying vices that kill our spirits and are noticeable in behaviorally deficient posses from first sight, we COME TO step 2. God forbid one should suffer prolonged exposure to these behaviors' UV rays, but anyone remotely near mine the age of 31 knows life freaking sucks ALL THE TIME on some level - even if you're a Christian. All I'm saying is that even my good friend Ralph, I won't tag you for you know who you are, said that his believing loved ones are noticeably more joyful, peaceful and hopeful than he the agnostic. So how bout those Royals? No, those royal urges to blow it, or spin out of control. Please read carefully. Blowing it, and spinning out of control are the subject matter at certain meetings. May I find one soon. One has the power to return me to sanity, May I find Him now.