So I was perusing through Amazon looking for various things when I saw this odd yet wonderful product for doctor who goo (a.k.a the flesh). I just found the presentation of the doctor dismembered and placed in various places in the goo amusing and worth sharing with fellow bloggers.
There are times in my daily walk that I fall short of everything I could be. But I know that my God never falls short or doesn’t give His all.
I wake up an hour before I have to leave for work so I can spend twenty to thirty minutes minutes reading my bible. But as soon as I get to work I don’t talk as much as I should about God and the blessings He gives.
I just ask for prayers today. I’m so confident in what I have but my fleshly insecurities get me down way too often.
“I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.”
When I read this I think of animals. How they are governed by their flesh, their primal instincts. When they are hungry they might kill or steal, they engage in polygamous sexual behaviors to procreate and keep their species alive, they live in fear. The flesh is bound in lower frequencies of anger, fear, and individuality. The flesh is governed by survival.
As humans we wear the flesh but we should dwell in the mind and spirit. The flesh still gives us instincts living in the state of survival, but our minds are in control. We have the power to step back and reflect. Survival is not the highest truth for us higher beings, love is. We should use our minds to remove ourselves from primal behaviors and instead act in a state of consciousness. Choose to create beauty and love, which is God.
1. Think of five times in your life when your animal instincts took over/ take over, where you were governed by survival and your lower frequencies.
2. Take time with each of these moments of survival to sit in silence for 5 minutes each. Let your mind be controlled through love, unity, and consciousness of your ability to choose your life’s path.
3. Know that you are alive and will thrive for evermore.
♥ For mine to accidentally bite yours too hard while kissing. (Kaguya lol)
Accidents happen all the time
Send one of the following for my muse’s response
Night came into the desert, invaded its reaches,infected every creature with passion for survival. They were two of them, two targets for long black arms, greedy for any confrontation in the ferocity ofthe night’s reign. Their grip was tight, lethal, their embrace poisonous. Hecould feel thin sticky blackness absorb the entity of his body, crawl into theflesh of the one he fought against, thirsting for the fire of the collision oftwo wills, yet, the suffocation of the darkness was nothing in comparison with
the obsession against her female frame, with the might it scorched him with,
turning him into what she was so willing to get from him, an animal.
hungry, he pinned himself to the body kept under in the security of his weight,
his lips drinking the taste of her mouth, strong, tart, intoxicating with spice
like nothing else he had ever tasted, savouring the stinging pressure of her
teeth she buried into them in their contact to provoke his fangs to hook her
tender pinkiness. A tilt of his head, he dove deeper into her mouth, rushing to
feel her cunning tongue with his. He encircled it, rubbing it as tension
pierced him to the very core. His hands, shaky in their firmness, tore her
outfit, slid under it to grab her flesh and revel in its crawling under his
touch. Her erect teats got clenched with his raptorial fingers as he pushed
himself forward, thrusting his tongue out and back in, sucking her hitching
breathing, mixing his saliva with hers, forcing out a moan out of her throat
that echoed dully in his heavy head. In his ears that were unable to perceive
anything as soon as his mouth knife broke at the stab of pain.
Tremendous pupils wide, thunder blueness changed
into embodiment of ocean death, he screamed chaotically at the force of her
fangs that had gone through the thickness of his tongue. His gaze of obscurity
bore into hers as she released him to drown in the shade of scarlet that wasn’t
intensive any longer, that was attenuated with blurriness of apology against the background of impudence.
It was an accident.
The accident boiled his veins, however, the
mixture of sensations, of lust and anger prevented it to find liberty in an explosion,
the unity was too undivided to grant that expression of humiliation and ardency
to the creature that kept her wild sly gaze on him with curious power. Sweat
trickled down the lines of his body, trapped in his military uniform, as the
wound sent spasm in his trembling numbness at her strange expectation. Eyes
only on me, she liked to whisper into his ear when he was carried away by his
need. A hesitation, then his head lowered to let his mouth cover hers for
another assault, drops of blood spot her lips, and come apart in her moisten to
nourish it with his taste and decorate with his colour. It was a nice reminder
for him about the fact they kept fighting even in a fraction of sin.
It was a beautiful reminder that an end was
always a beginning.