BIRTHDAYS ARE MANMADE

I am turning 60 this coming October the fifth.  

Six of your manmade decades.

But………………

“What is time?”

There be many theories regarding it. 

Many interpretations of existence of measured moments.

I believe in our existence on this plain of space/time continuum. 

We are here. 

We will ascend.

We begin passing as soon as we inhale our first birth breathe.

“Death“, as we believe it, is inevitably a certain fact.

Our lifespan is pre-measured. 

We are birthed and we will ascend.

Someday.

Maybe even this day. 

Society measures time to control the masses. 

Subliminal controlled behaviour to corral the people. 

Night time is for rest, relaxation and mating rituals.

That is, unless you must work so as society does not  tumble into disarray. 

Daytime is for employment, subliminal slavery and serving the elitist government cronies. 

All this measured and metered by a “calendar”. Whose first day falls upon the death of a “Messiah“.  Numerous faiths share this calendar, yet, others measure from the earliest recordings of their said “faith”.

“I cannot be party to a measured,  metered or structured guideline for life and it’s  existence.”

I am simply “mature”. 

No longer a suckling adolescent. 

No longer a “youth” awkwardly stumbling through puberty. 

Some say I am a “man”.

(True story – I Googled it.)

My belongings are old, my knowledge is ancient and my life experience is constantly expanding over new horizons. 

I have not wore a timepiece in twenty or more years. 

Normally I do not carry a cellular device. 

I usually have no clue as to what “time” it is by your learned mind.

I do know I “exist”, now, back then and, perhaps, tomorrow. 

By constantly observing time you are subconsciously “counting down” your days.

“WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT?”

Although my life is currently chaotic,  I exist with the comfort of watching the rising Sun and enjoying the rising Moon. 

I do not recognize this as a day, but, rather another of the Blessings of Yahuwah and an honourable position as a LightHouse – a Watchman in a  modern day Tower of Faith.

Hineni, my Lord.

When my existence in this continuum fades, my Ascension to the Final Light begins. 

So …..

“HINENI, I’M READY MY LORD”