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The Void 

Ironic is the fact we all feel an endless void inside of our beings 

Which proves we secretly long for eternity in the skies, space and heavens outside of our grasp 

We mourn and wail and fear death and see it as the greatest crime against life 

Because there is an inner witness screaming out, telling us death is unnatural, 

That's because we miss being immortal 

Why do we hate to feel so alone? 

Is it because something tells us we are actually connected to one another's most hidden thoughts and innermost feelings through a complex web of vibes and information? 

Are we mad that we see it and our neighbor, who is really our brother and sister cannot because they are so blinded by their greed and insecurity? 

they do not allow us a hug, scared we'll take their coat; simultaneously coveting ours as added shelter and warmth against this cold habitat we've created.Ironic is it not? 

The body heat generated from one body hugging another would sustain the fearful neighbor's warmth needs, yet this intimacy terrifies him/her, because he would then have to open his chest to receive the embrace, becoming vulnerable to possible further daggers to the heart 

We mask our pain with masks made of mud and cement 

We cover our pain and nakedness with robes of barbed wire 

We laugh with one another, while laughing at one another, while mocking at one another 

Pouring out hypocrisy, yet mad when receiving no loyalty 

Full of hatred we play, only to receive wages of depression 

Disgusted with our reality, we look for escapes; anything to numb our numbness 

Past the numb, a paranoid battered and bleeding heart cries out for justice and relief, but finds none 

Looking down for so long, we haphazardly glance up every blue moon; looking for a sign, ignoring the blue moon 

All creation shakes their first at Creator; only after creating a fabricated world where we crown ourselves Creator, worshipping His creations 

Blinded we fall and stumble, yet He calls 

Emprisoned we scream bewildered in our cages, while He offers His hand 

Only the brave can stare through the illusions of odds going to war against us, and look past to see the portal, the gateway,  the way out. The Way 

The endless void we meant to be filled. 

Ecclesiastes 8:11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in their hearts, yet so that man can’t find out the work that God has done from the beginning even to the end. 

12  I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice, and to do good as long as they live. 

13  Also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy good in all his labor, is the gift of God. 

14  I know that whatever God does, it shall be forever. Nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it; and God has done it, that men should fear before him.


Welcome to the inner chambers of Son of God. 

I've always been a ponderer, a day dreamer, a boy with too much imagination. 

As I grew, this never left me; only matured into an embrace of philosophy causing me to be a deep thinker; wanting to know the secrets of the universe as God revealed them. Wanting to explore the recesses of the minds and hearts of the wise and learned. 

I understand these views are not shared by everyone, and can be considered a waste of time. 

You are welcomed to stay, but this blog is not for you. 

This blog is for my dreamers. My explorers. My truth seekers. The ones who lay awake at night not satisfied with the mundane. Those whos hearts desire is to be liberated from the shackles of the norms of society. To the brave hearted who challenge the status quo. 

To you, it is my honor, privilege and delight to present to you.... 

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