SEVEN gODS ONE MAN - SASANI

SEVENN gODS ONNE MANN

Human; all the most useful, that is

disused.

Imole Latona (Sasani Eldis)

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This book is dedicated to you as human.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Foreword

Preface

SEVEN gODS ONE MAN

GOD IN THE FLESH

SEVEN gODS

HUMAN

Acknowledgement

About The Author

Foreword

Do you still answer human?

You must have been looking for a book that delves into 'human' and

all his abilities; here it is, you have just mined one!

All in your hand, is a book on your identity. Dare to consume it!

Do not read the lines in isolation, imbibe every detail and posit

imagery; dwell therein till you know who you are.

Evaluate if you are a super-human after digesting the content of

this book; therein lies the secrets of sacred human power and

'godfulness'.

Have this in mind; this book will not essentially help to achieve any

material craving for super power nor to attain any special abilities;

that is too cheap and elementary. There's no need to fly in the sky,

perform miracles or do wonders of any fashion, you know having

read this book. In fact, it contains no mantra or any evocative power

of such nature. The miracle is existent already, and all that is in this

book is a telescope, that which is enabling in view, for all of the

miracle which is already existent, ever-abiding, in the place of you! If

you were looking for magic, this book identifies the wand and the

magic; just say 'abracadabra' and the magic appears, which is all

that you are!

Preface

What is human?

The first name given to man was 'human' and afterwards; by

tradition, there became several other names. By virtue, we lost the

essence for which we were so named. We call him who is yet unborn

(or yet to walk), a 'baby', boy and girl do we call him apart, male and

female, a gender of which we call them disparate. Man has a name

from christening rites, to fill a gap created for him, an erroneous

opinion, fallacious intent of his begotten background. His innateness

is supervised by the mind and cognition. He grows from a 'child' to

an 'adult'. Howbeit! We have made distinction among his members!

Man does not necessarily have to be different from another; in fact,

there is no other. We have seen the differences, we have made our

mind after them, and from our base mindset rather than mindfulness,

we worship the moon, the stars, the sun, the trees, the earth, time

and some vain materials, things so cheap as common, as separate

gods. We have arrogated unto ourselves the praises of different

images, foolishly. Alas, these things do not exist. We act aside the

consciousness and we are consumed up, so that the creative force

that birthed life gave us up to our base doctrines and blind

appreciation.

We can break this spell off our necks; calling good riddance to the

god of ignorance! He has been hallowed for too long; and is as well

passed down the generations of the earth. His blindfolds are

everywhere over our acute eyes. He is a marionette whose cords of

taut strings are set over limp beddraggled puppets! Yet, man knows

the truth, he seeks it, he speaks it, but until it is made manifest, he is

yet to be free.-(for the kingdom does not consist in talk or wisdom,

but the demonstration of power).

Someone would ask; "Is there a truth?" Yes, there is an absolute

truth, from which all truths derive, which is it that; 'everything is

consciouness', beleive me, believe you, it is. The demonstration of

the truth in itself is power!

SEVEN gODS ONE MAN is one of the truths that pin-points the truth

that; "Everything seen, heard, felt, known, thought, unseen, spoken,

among others, are all a Consciousness."- Pure Consciousness is

the virtue that everything consists of everything, everything is one

piece and all the same, there is a puzzle in which the pieces appear

separate; however, when all these pieces fall into place, the puzzle

becomes one!. Man consists of the trees, waters, rocks; and they all

consist as well of man.

Read SEVEN gODS ONE MAN, it will turn around your perception of

human.

My advice is that you read each line slowly, like you are just learning

words and how to read them into meaning. It will help your

appreciation of every good that is in store for you.

By: Latona Samuel

SEVENN gODS ONNE MANN

GOD INN THE FLESH

T

here is a wind at the market square, and as it rises, the air is

strewn with pure dust. The sun goes down the horizon set, the

rim of the earth beams with the golden retreating sun in dark grey

tuft. But assiduous merchants seem less persuaded by this, they

would rather keep a hand on their merchandise, and the other, to

draw a customer by; and by dint of no regard for disruption would

any trade-lord react.

My presence at the scene is unannounced. A dealer in fabrics calls

out to me; "Sir! You should come for this, the best clothing material

for noblemen trousers, thank me later.”

It is placid, I can't make out my thoughts. So, I amble around like a

lost stranger in wonderland.

"Sir! You would pick this up for your child who cries for toys every

now and then"

"Man! This is but the choicest flour for your pudding." On and on, the

blares and clatters in the market arena drone on.

By a bend in the passage, tracking the length of stalls, and

tents, I come across an apothecary. It is isolated and sacredly

situated, in extremity to the axis of assembled merchants and their

stocked space.

There, the air is a bit dank, plus there is a sweet and moreish

cocktail aroma of potent herbs, some cures from which smell gives

away flavoured mixtures, aromatic concoctions, tonics, elixirs,

apozem; distinguished antidotes, potent cures for which few

creditable drugstores in the hood can barely afford. A thick aromatic

smell wraps me up as a breeze sets in motion about me.

I can feel my muscles relax, my air-bags dilate and allow for more

pure lungful breath. My chest-beat registers a reserved rhythm, not

having to take any of the perceived preparations for whatever

therapy they were made for.

There is a stillness in the atmosphere over this space of the market

square, a bit of noise counts as a sacrilege.

I observe a gaunt-looking old man in the workshop on what

appears to be a vocational apparel with two sizeable breast pockets.

Age weighs on his wrinkled skin. He doles out salient instructions to

the apprentices and stewards of the noble drug-firm with short

stuttering calls. The brevity of his long-drawn commands evokes the

memory of my father in the late world.

Soon afterwards, there appears a majesty, with a preceeding

envoy down the passage to the drugstore. His look is that of an

eminent lord, with his retinue of sentinels skirting the ample passage

to the peaceful drugstore, as they approach, the ground makes a

noisy protest from its trodden sand with meticulously built tiny bricks,

by the grace of porosity from aeration and soil particle growth, in a

matrix from the soil that no man treads.

The bulk of the liege's weight harnesses the strong arms of four

brawny figures -all built like a shithouse. They appear in braced arms

and plump chest that berates a common man, puny in figure. I do not

know what the regal household has to do with a low-class, howbeit,

an appraised custodian of medicine in the land of Ymuritir - maybe

the health of the royal parson is at a dire stake. I learnt that it is an

offense to refer to any drug dealing health personnel as a

conventional or rather presumptive 'healer', after all has been said

and done to keep any fortean aptitude in healing and divining

practices censored from public admittance, by clandestine relief.

In Ymuritir, execution was brought to the doorstep of any

stranger in possession of black magic, divining power, witchcraft or

any form of special abilities, not licensed for use by the Seven

Customary Tenets for the Prcatice of the Paranormal- the questions

is, what delimits the normal?

The old apothecary is seen receding into an inner chamber with a

short retarded plod on a disorderly and less coordinated steps. You

can see the curse under his breath as he goes. Apparently, to him,

the minion of ill-fate has taken on a bidding, visiting at the wrong

hour on an unwholesome score to settle.

With a snap of the finger, from the regal personage, guardian knights

assail the store. A number of workmanship of the drug firm lay off,

messengers and loyal apprentices to the apothecary scurry off in all

directions, safeguarding dearly precious lives.

There, in the middle of the turmoil from ransack, is a faithful and

brave member of the apothecary whose calling bear higher

attestation to the fortitude of his standstill and unflinching

steadfastness! In spite of dane guns, dirks and blades that have laid

many souls bare of their bodies. Gruesome guards overturn vials,

pots and jars, containing the bodies of laboriously synthesized

concoctions and priceless cures that offer their life-saving, secondto-none

potency to the whole clan of Ymuritir and tons of

beneficiaries innumerable from timbuktu, as far afield as miles could

count for.

Dr. Highwater lost the permit of his practice in Ymuritir by the order

of the council of traditional medical practitioners. The council had to

revoke the charter that had allowed men like Highwater in practice.

Many, in the company of noble drug lords have created factions on

their esoteric interests; spilling water over the dry powder of trust and

companionship. There are reports of how in history, constituted

authorities came against native doctors, in a bid to protect the

masses whom their service was administered. Leverage was placed

on the balance of trust and professionalism; trying the codes and

common ethics, and by so doing, taxing the norms of their practice.

But this vicious trial exerted on Highwater is to be regarded as an

obsolete needless indulgence, convincing for the past practices but

unwholesomely adoptive for such a prime time of furtherance in

practice of medicine.

Doctor Highwater had sneered at what he called a docile threat put

forward by the referendum from docible associates, polling that he

be exempted from the profession and relieved of his duties in the

clan. He sure has his guns, having studied and gotten the required

certification, so he rather sticks to his loud guns than surrender to

less versed members of his associate practice.

Here is the comeuppance as a result of his incorrigible

displeasure to the penalties and retributive measures taken against

him on a number of occasions. Now the outcome is quite

unpalatable, his own life is sought after by his own assembly. Even

the seat of throne has a wage of penalty to pay him. Highwater

trespassed the code of a ruling that; “none but from the auspices

of the king shall execute judgement on (on behalf of) another. ”

Zamiri's daughter is nuts.

Some folks unraveled it, their sanctioned culprit placed a spell on

the daughter of Zamiri. Zamiri's daughter had earlier testified against

Highwater's son on a case of murder. His only son was requited of

his evil communication, his head was called off!

Highwater got crazy in his mind from emotions. The grievances of

pain from his loss outweighed his commitment, virtue, zeal and

patriotism to all that he would live for, serving the land with full loyalty

and care.

His time is up, by virtue of the numbered days. By now, he should

be in exile. He would have done all that is in legendary service to

suffice for an indelible memory of himself for all and sundry who

inhabit the land and neighbourhoods; but much more is in offense,

his own life is sought after.

Zamiri is in relation to the chief who is in charge of the king's court

affairs. He had conspired with a number of notable folks in their

offices to put Highwater away and ruin his fame in the land and his

plaudits in the minds of many folks. They seek to stop his breath too.

Now that the king has come visiting, he would not know what it is

to unfold for his plight sake.

''Where is your master?" A gruff voice pours on a still member of the

drugstore, still looking as if it was all an event beyond the palpable.

He stares around blankly, turning in short steps into the chamber

where his master churned out his masterly orders, more so,

formulations that quickened a count of souls.

''He was just there, you shall see him if you would search closely,

perhaps in the cell where you've refused to touch.''

Four guards move towards the cubicle where the attendant has

pointed, they find a barely open half-door to let them in in a

procession. Each was gentle and careful of what step to take and to

what sideway -they believed the report about Highwater, that which

affirmed his characteristic eccentricity as a human.

One of them tosses a boll of cotton on the side-bench into the

chamber, expecting a retreat or rather an impulsive movement from

their stalked prey; for a stunned-to-numb capture- like a decoy into

bringing their frigging wanted fellow into submission or a total stun

from fret, so they contrived. But Highwater has refused to be

smoked out of hide-out- what a shame of their sophisticated

contrivance. A grim expression on the sweat-adorned face of a

guard on assignment feigns a duty-bound lord, a taskmaster that

never goes back on.

Pretty time is spent in search for the subject of their worries. A

snap of finger from the personage and the knights retreat, to receive

fresh orders, implicitly.

The master feels there is much ado in trifles, in the effort to turn

him in. So they confer, like an attorney with the fore-front man on a

battle-front at a temporal retreat point.

In no time, the wreckage and remnants of the drugstore bustle the

air in reckless flames. Out of the flame rises a blur figure, like a

phoenix with drooping arms and eyelids almost closed in death, but

ready to quicken from the morose premonition.

It's a new day...

In the king's court, an elderly man in long apparel approaches

the seat of throne with an artifice in his wiry trembling hands- the

custom duty of a courier who has brought a tiding in the guise of

what seems like a Yoruba's hieroglyphs- 'aroko'. There, in the fore-

room to the court, the flautist rend the air with encomium in praise of

the king.

The king feels disgusted at the sight of his message, he looks so

provoked::

"What sort of defiance art this? Utter dishonour from a common

man to the lord whom the whole of Ymuritir kingdom adore!"

"What kinship has an outlawed commoner to a more-than-original

citizen of the land?"- the stratum of the pasture where the cattle

graze has become the sod and not the greener side.

It is the time for the Festival of Mirth, 'DDimanka' (in the

parlance of the antique Ymuritir festive tradition). The people of

Ymuritir celebrate, in a tradition, the life of their youthfulness. Young

and old folks with agile and ageless body, not weak to bone,

summon their souls to join in tradition as well. However, Highwater,

who they all wish no lot in the business of a new day has just

become a day older. He is a day older than his soul consigned to

Hades. He walks graciously in his silky off-white garment into the

square where the whole clan has to gather and observe the rites for

the ceremony.

Dr. Highwater, even after being outlawed as a citizen of

Ymiritir, has ever kept the dark forces from propelling with its evil

arms. He made a business of keeping the evil at bay. He vowed

to life to continue in his power to keep evil at bay.

The devout with his placid mind would go into a utter silence in his

habitual meditational divination, for peace, countless hours,

continually for days, and years. He has been busy discarding

deeply planted roots of insalubrity and infirmness on earth.

The ceremony has just begun and the whole Ndala square is

becoming occupied with folks who have forever been devoted to the

culture of causing the air a stir. I will not give a count for the

populace on such a cause, numbers will count and still fail.

The colours of ribbons around attributive maypoles are in a blend

with the colours on their beautiful apparels; and other items of the

regalia do bask in the identity for a plumage of an arched rainbow in

winter firmament.

Dignified elders are seated around a set-apart place from the

common ground, raised of puffy sacks impregnated with god-knowswhat

cluster of rubbish- this seems to be in vogue of the custom as

well. Fully braided lasses are dressed in chipmunk-striped skin attire

and laced with peacock feathers.

Into a distant length of the ceremony; the elders, observing the

ordinances of their momentous celebration gulp and topple countless

wine cans till their eyes become embittered with redness, and their

senses imbue with nasty fancies. Dr. Highwater appears like a

naughty community agent, the one who hitherto has been fully in

service until the grant for a furlough. He bears sulky sharp eyeballs,

a pair that when you see them, you think you have seen a dreadful

wolf at night. He seems to dichotomize the souls of folks who all

observe their human ritual, in every bit of the ceremonial moments.

The projenitors of DDimanka and the novel initiates of its institution

never meet over a conference, to iron out the opinion for which the

ceremony holds- to the young cohorts who are called to it, culture is

always full of esteem. It should be embraced without a concern

whatsoever.

Woe to the unbegotten son of whom shall query its validity! -there

are fishes in the river of DDimanka, all you need is a hook, line and its

sinker, so you can catch one!

It is soon enough on time, as if a stage were prepared purposefully,

for the uninvited one. The one has come visiting on a clear mission,

to take off the swing of the storms they all celebrate. With a languid

deftness, his trudges find their way towards the centre of the Ndala

Square, he is seen making periodic curses with his foggy and heavylasting

breath. As the whole crowd watch a saintly figure approach

the stardom of the occasion, a relapsing hesitance upbraids their

abandon to the mirth they all enjoy, with the merriment and revelry.

The grass along his field path at the square seem to flourish under

his sandaled feet. Leaves flourish as if they have just sprouted out of

a new order of growth. His way leads to the centre of the arena, with

somewhat imaginary kind of magical gleaming lamps railing his

sideways, to adorn his gracious path. The air seems to be still, only

making a motion after the lanky saintly figure that tarries in every of

his step. He is wrapped in a costly breeze-filled buff robe which

billows as much in worth- of such a worth as a sizeable ‘ndirigi’ (a fat

cow). As the splendour of his presence emerges before the sight of

the populace gathered around, a mute silence imprints the air in the

premise. For a long moment, muscles of reaction relapse and the

whole world awaits a speech from an arrogated chief speaker.

An ill-natured look on the face of Highwater is unnerving.

He begins;

"I have come at the mercy of a good will and I will say what my mind

shall bear me speak. I have come to make a proof of all the years

that I have spent with you in shades of what you have known me for.

This festival ought to be a most celebrated substantiation, but in a

more profound way than this."

He adjusts to comfort with a short stillness of breath, whereupon he

continues; "There is no intention to blemish something or someone,

we are all learning in the imperfection of a flesh, to be revealed to

us. I became this way, by every eyes that saw my birth. But none

shall tell of my death, I shall not be demised. I am so alive! This is

that which is worthy of celebration."

His facial expression drops as he glances across the square

with a facile visage.

"We shall be undermined by every caution from cultures and

dogmas. And many among us call it profanity; to live beyond the

culture, the significance of which Indianas are different from

Caribbeans. But I find no offence to talk about what is true."

"The nature we have chosen, we have made an utter mess of it, with

sincerity, that is quite offensive on our human behalf."

"We walk the earth, we drink and eat of it; but none of it belongs to

us. We do not belong to a place nor a time. The taboo is that we

have made possession of everything in touch to us; howbeit, we

have never been separate. We associate with events and things;

however, we should not become unequally mismated with the

world."

At this moment, a definite silence rips the air. Accordingly, whispers

from side-talks surge the columns and rows of the Ndala square.

Sooner, their expression is going to hush his drowsy voice.

With a public signal made from an attendant of the regal personage,

silence falls once again.

"In all my attempts to tell somebody something, I fail to convey the

message, the distraction, the noise amplifies louder than said. But

I'm not afraid, the truth which I struggle to speak is resounding from

within you and its forthrightness is in us all. By yielding totally inward,

to this truth, we shall get us to ‘Nirvana’ -a state where all is at

one." /at-one-ment/

Seemingly, consciousness, in the flesh and blood, does not

get through life easily; but flesh and blood have nothing to inherit in

life. We are like a mas of dross (remnant from metallic refinement),

in the flesh, and having passed through a furnace of pain from

learning, the Self, carves out his own image, maybe a hundred times

before the elected is gotten from it, whence we are born again of the

incorruptible nature. Only then shall pain be known no longer.

You might have discovered that the knowledge of a thing gives us

more concern about it. It is not so easy to say, but it is more difficult

to know. We are confined to certain cultures, ethics, beliefs; and

while we think that we make decisions in ingenuity, we have only

been persuaded to take a decision from the things we have

learnt. /indoctrination/

The illustration of pain was well developed by an eminent

philosopher who gave this allegory;

Consider a simple and palpable man with tabula rasa, whose

hands are shackled and legs fettered to a wall, in a dull cavern, for

years. His face is straight-laced on a wall abreast, he can only fix his

gaze on the field before him, he can’t turn sideways or even cast a

look sidelong. Behind him is a fairly high ground with burning logs,

on a distant patch. There are people, humans, or some other life

creatures like him; perhaps, burdened and walking along the high

ground, along it, so that the shadow images of the transitory

creatures are portrayed, by the influence of the flame from the

burning logs, on the wall before the shackled man. His simple but

hidebound mind can work on a little thing; ‘this might be this or that,’

and if for a long time his mind works on the shadows before him, and

later he is able to give a slight turn, in some other direction, maybe to

even catch a view of the passage behind him, therefrom, he derives

a combative pain, in his whole body, for this change and the

inflammatory influence of the fiery flame on his eyes.

This describes a typical human life. Right from infant, the mind is at a

copious peace and tranquillity, until events come by and place their

figure to be observed, and a man is predisposed to always turn in a

new direction to appreciate novel things. That is the mind that tags

with pain.

Through these pangs, if he bears, he learns and the pain is dispelled

after a while- he can get used to it. Pain is recurring because a man

may not watch a passage for ever, he has to turn, change happens

while trying to catch the sight of every moment. In due course, he

learns from the prospects in life, he also learns pain and he is never

afraid to turn, he is never upset by pain to learn.

Reposeful in the look on his face, dr. Highwater fades away in all his

discourse, he falls into a cloying relapse;

"Well, we are one, yet we walk the earth in various human clothing.

This is painful."

He repositions himself witha a slight turn to his right side. He faces a

novel side of his audience;

"However, these are my words in a dumb-silence of heart; all that is

given is taken. In this, many of us revel, we often feel as the giver,

and then, the taker. In reality, we never do give and we never do

take, just like I speak to you, I do not; there is no action, no subject

and neither is there a receiver of action, it is all obsessive as in a

drama. Like you see, not all days are the same, such are the times

which we have created, in a way, to bring forth our thoughts, ideas,

imaginations and vibes, like costumes fit into a character play,

making a use of them to suit our plot. We ought to live, day by day,

leading a perfect life. It is not that we do not have a significant

control over the affairs of time and chance, that we are caught in it,

experiencing; we have to choose our reality and that changes

everything about our world. Choose to know who you are and do

wisely; in this wise, we shall fall in love with the drama in the most

entrancing incarnation."

In the message from Highwater to the regal personage and his

associates, he expresses his abhorrence for the action taken by the

king in a bid to ruin him and his undertaking and put his back down.

What a seedy corruption from the conspiracy of racketeers who have

for long besieged his domain as a traditional healer, in their vast

company. His good service has been vyed for, to be written off. No

thing is as bad as an ego that feels enmity and malice.

Apart from the acuity in his practice, Highwater is a sage whose

touch on everything is divine. I tell you, so is yours as well. Your

touch is divine!

Dear one, your touch has the divine imprint on it, that which the

universe has been waiting for. Use your touch on everything and let's

unlock the secrets to our universe, together as human!

The unruly system weighs down heavily on forces like us, to

repress whatever it is that protrudes from the treasures within

towards our space- the system trades a threat for a soft heart. If all

men could be in their godly nature, walking the earth as a spirit; then,

the face of the system that is re-sculpted by masquerades, by

shameful cowards who fumbled and cringed from the human identity,

would be trampled upon. Consequently, human can become really

human again.

...Read more about Dr. Highwater in the book; 'Too much to be

Human?'

∞∞∞

BREAK

Dispell THAT NATURE CALLED 'FFEAR'

What if we let go of light and life, immeasurably? What can't

we lose if we hold on too tight unto quantifiable affairs, and we

nurture the fret of losing every state we relish, every safe period, every

straight path, every brilliant smile and every entrancing drama.

Forget it! There is a freedom of walking into every state and out

of it; that no attachment in the first place makes your life free from

the dictates of fate, and chances that this incarnation is full of. I tell

you, every modicum of fear is evil set in place.

I'm just writing to you brother, so you could know and do better. I'm

not saying you should be all too relaxed to give it what it takes to

weave your dreams, to set your goals and hit it as men choose to do.

But as sons of God, dear, we have no destiny, no purpose, and no

dream separate from God's and we do not toil as mere men. We do

not get entangled, as soldiers, with our ordinary exuberances and

pitful affairs of the civilian. He has given birth to us to do His work.

"He who looks outside dreams, he who looks inside awakens"

_ Carl Jung

A host of us are here making a great upheaval to God. We simply

ask God to deliver us from His will, that our corrupt interests and

civilian desires may be done. Some folks suppose that God does not

listen, and a few others; that God does not even exist. Yet, who

beats a drum and expects a thorough silence save a deaf man? He

that gave the hearing, shall He not hear?

Say this; 'O lord, let your will always be done on earth through me

as it is done in heaven. Amen.'

Whatsoever a man sows, so he shall reap. You do know that your

heart is heaven and the rest alludes to the earth, the inferior

netherworld that speaks less of your nature. So, you should not live

like your conduct is whole on earth when your fullness is in your

father's house, full of light. The realities, expressions and love

infinite, that which I speak of, are resident in your heart, be wise! Out

of the heart proceeds the issues of life.

God is busy making things happen, be calm and immovable. He

has spun you, and so you should dance to it effortlessly, in absolute

surrender, from your ever wandering mind. He watches everything

as it dances to the spin from His own. God can not contradict his

own nature. He is not bipolar. So if we would as well, surrender, we

could spin according to Him.

However, God bestowed man with a sole tool to wield on earth, the

body (a carnal contraption with integrated fabric of biological

molecular codes). These codes are God's inscription, written as a

template on the soul, so as to be read -God is the author and every

book is man in His form, waiting to wake up (such that we read from

its lines into consciuosness).

Man has a carnal body with so large a number of members in it, all

fleshed up in an art of awe; the head, arms, chest, bowel, gonads,

legs, the innards and other internal details, and peripheries of the

systems too. How wonderful!

Break Ends

∞∞∞

GROWTH

Wondrous things happen to a kid, a young fellow whose cognitive

and intuitive ability is just learning familiarity with kinesis, the

movements of the body (tongue, eyes, head, et al. in order to

communicate and respond to stimuli)- among all others in

conditioning.

I remember, whereupon a time I stamped my feet before a blobbing

little fellow; seemingly nonplussed, the poor kid ceased to cry,

bemused at the sight of my kinetic action, the artistic movement,

began to giggle. Most likely got challenged by this novel behaviour, a

behaviour which caught the attention of a learning mind.

Many a men, in the manner of a young fellow, fancy growth in

this wise, as increase in dimensions of various aspects; mental,

physical, spiritual, etc. Mentally, you learn new possible things as

you go aging in time. You learn to speak a kind of language, write,

walk on your limbs all by your own, learn to drive, paint, to even

profess in one thing or the other; so that we all could count how

much a man has grown by measuring all these adds. However,

growth is beyond the garnered skills or acquired characters with the

appraisals that come with age and process. By this appreciation of

mind capacity, it might seem that you created more space to crest

the knowledge of that which is attained. It is possibly truthful, but the

truth remains; you have always been commodious for such a content

to fill in.

Howbeit, the essence of growth is a touch on your ability to

unlearn all these things, get filled up and become empty again. That

sounds ridiculous? Yes, it is ridiculous that somehow we depreciate

in effort and mind quality as age falls; our mutual attendant of

growth, from the start of age till the close of it. The essence of

growth is unbecoming, with all that we have made of ourselves. I am

not permitted to say more. If you care to know how you grow, find out

in your best wish.

The nadir of growth is where you learn and earn new things, get

the adds and think that you become of age a grown man, full in

stature from every information and communication which you have

been subjected to it.

Consider a body, I mean a physical flesh, it gets nurtured by certain

values from nutritional diet and we see it in its stature and the tone of

its skin; howbeit, the bones weaken with age, the skin sags and falls

away from the aged bones, the eyes dim and every member of the

body can not build up from nutrient no more. This is the growth that I

speak of.

I

Of extant death, straddling a mortal body; I blindfold the

eyes with which I see, I deafen the ears with which I hear, I

silence all of my voices and I am still, so that I may grow. O

poor self, how can you be quiet in fear of death when the Grim

Reaper trails in silence? Death is growth, it is rebirth.

When you feel your life is strapped by a sturdy safe belt that is

strong enough to keep you from falling under intense gravity, you

start to take a count of loss it would be if the feeling is gone at once

from a doubt, a fear from ominous threats and macabre. That is not

atypical of the fear of death, as we age from birth, but only few do

know that death from the body is rebirth!

A stone thrown from the mountain top might just take its trajectory

and fall back to the mountain. The course matters as long as the

force takes a decision to throw it into space, it attains a peak, and it

drops. The force returns to a force, the stone returns to a stone,

when their impact is separate agains.

Much depravity has been displayed from roles played out by the

mind. A perpetrator, man whose heart knows no authority over the

mind basks under the depravity of the mind, this is an everyday evil.

Rescind this evil, every day, take no concession for the dawning of a

new day on the grim dark of false growth which instruments as adds

in all measure of its macabre ventures. Become this, become that...

It's not growth.

A Hermit

If you have a vast ocean of knowledge from which you draw, your

afflictions tends to be more, howbeit your joy tends to be immovable

Who do people say a 'hermit' are?

As a hermit, you are an adept, you sit aplomb on a threespike

star, you bleed as flow, you stop not, you become faint as

smoke and fade out into thin air, and where these events

happen, is in your best intents; in writings, in words which are

written in regard of you; because every line read about you to

me, is perpetually affirming in perfect esteem of a n elite, an

enlightened one who you are- a hermit!

Where we live is within borders, yet the space is infinite and

bounds are unwinding. Our coastline is not found and so is

everything lost!

It is yet indefinite; man is insane; he goes a’ fetching where

they go a’ disposing, he goes a’ stalking where they go a’

receding. He does not feel to be part of the world. He holds the

weight of the world, and waits for a rescue. But the virtue of

God is upon you, so authority follows you as a shadow. You are

complete, even in that you subsist as human.

∞∞∞

The story told about Highwater belabours the awareness that

human is a special string of paranormal forces, the character of

which is to be held in this writing as an extraordinary medicinal

healer with natural frailty too. The system in which we operate

despises us very much. That is the virtue of every sleazy defense

from an egotistic trait, the gene that works enmity, betrayal,

conspiracy and division among men who have not been made to

stand on equal ground of abilities. But every man is allowed to grow

as much as he would into the Self, that human, a god-being that is

sacred and anointed over the whole of God's creation. A man may

not live beyond the divination and communication of his mind, while

on earth. Out of the mind proceeds every issue of living. Envy and

malice is what a reprobate mind would resolve in when he can no

longer be at companionship with his own parties that subsist as

human. He feels insecure and left behind, so he launches into ruts

that have no way to take him into that which he sincerely desires,

which he has seen in another. Such was the disrupt from the

communication of associates with Highwater.

SILENCE -The Miracle-Worker

Silence Heals

T

he principle of healing and restoration is a prevailing salutary

force that is resident in the creature of human. It rules the birth,

death and rebirth of every substance and non-substance. This

principle of vitality is wielded by mindfulness, through meditation

(prayer) and sincere desire. Silence (as well) is a touch on the

countless energy channels in the flesh- such as the body rivulets in

the body are bathed by the pool of life- the blood. Silence is blood to

energy channels, a sure access to the vibrational frequencies of the

energy locked up in the atoms of our human whole character. We

renew the mind by allowing the mind (energy port) to resonate (be

reinformed) with the locked up frequency information within every

cell of ours.

When I talk of silence, I do not refer to a state, where you

seem to have swallowed a demon that does not make you talk- a

dumb-monger! Silence is a conscious resistance to your every

reaction, whether good or bad, unpractical or expressive; silence

from every thought, inquisition and worry that each moment prompts,

why and how things happen, silence from what to be done and what

not to be done, how and how not to do them. This is the sacred

silence that God spoke of when He said; “Be still and know that I am

God.” Silence is a stillness which is so gracious on earth as it is in

heaven. The body is in alliance with all of the energy port (mind), in

silence. You gain a practical control of all the so called fortean

abilities which you inwardly possess, that which is as well human.

Let me inform you, there will be no monster made of you as you

become pure consciousness. With all of you informed, that you can

feel every atom of your body, you become as gracious as ever and

you never die, because all you have become is consciousness and

not a flesh anymore. Consciouness is ever-present, it does not go

away and neither does it draw nigh. Consciousness is neither dead

nor alive.

A magician (not a trickster) or a miracle-worker would just have

to conjure a thing up by performing a science of translating an

energy into a particle, so you, an audience, could see, touch, hear

and feel it for yourself. As crude and primary as your thoughts may

seem to you, they are like a little disturbance from a droplet of water

to the rest of a static water body, and ripples come dancing all along

the face of the water. This brings our awareness to the fact that any

little thought in the sense of it initiates a shift in energy and vibration,

and this may transcend a physical definition. The knowledge and

truth of energy bands and quantization will guide us into this reality.

Science is not altogether a notion anyways, The principle of partclewave

duality is never a phenomenon, it is reality boiled down to

science.

of this?

"As tiny as a seed of faith, fallen unto the perfect ground, its death

is a magical silence to fall upon all our heart cries, its growth is

response to the mindful things we command and answers to questions

we care to ask and fruition for things which we care to sow as

seed!"

THE HUMAN MIND

How can man be without a mind, or a quiet one, in the light

The infallible mind (brain) is delimited by virtue of knowledge.

Knowledge derives from the cardinal pieces of information we are

exposed to, by the senses. There is a kind of feeling that is

poignantly avowed in all that we do. It puts us in an opinion that we

are privy in foreknowledge about anything, ahead of time. This

feeling is referred to, in some custom language as de javu.

A centrally placed pineal gland, superior and anterior in the

anatomical structure of the brain shows how a third eye impales from

the frontal lobe of the brain. Our practical eyesight is for vision of

objects in characterized dimensions- say in 2D and 3D. But the

pineal gland, when indorsed by decalcification, is open to the

blessed lot of our wide and seamless imaginations, the land from

where all the impossible is seen, felt and touched through the hands

of ingenuity- (John 14:2- “In my father’s house are many mansions, if

it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for

you.”)...culled from the Holy Scriptures...

Why you find difficulty to live; your cells reject the kind of

existence that is here around you, it is so disparaging! All you are

surrounded by in space; the people, the empty ambitions, the noise,

the aura is indiscriminately squalid and that tempers all about you.

But you have to transcend all of that, earlier than time. You are pure

awareness and the things you count to live are teaching you to stop

counting.

Space and time is the illusion that blindfolds human. You have not

seen all that you have to see and know yet, so you can't stop

counting things. Things appear, they disappear, but they are not real.

However, you do not have to shun the gathering of things, that does

not make them non-existent. You only have to wake up, open your

eyes and see that there are no things. Consciousness is all of the

energy playing in different froms. It is quite unbearable for our state,

but the identity that you bear is from God, so you are not less

whatsoever.

Love is fast winding up in time, a good place for the heart of man to

be, 'Eden', the abode of Love (God). The enemy of Love appeared,

he brandished the power to be the mind, a weak mind that did not

thirst for the Creator was compelled by the impostor of the mind, that

the truth could be a lie, that reality could be a sham.

If only a man could sort the place of the mind in learning to act upon;

he would know a right not to budge at every craving desire, every

pleasant attempt to lure him into the abominable which would stop at

nothing in playing the mind against the heart.

SEVENN gODS

The Seven apparitions that appear in a flesh

When we see the gods apart, we call them separate, and that's

the major reason that we have a major dysfunction in the

human carnal system.

"Even if human was dark as night, his ghosts would light him

up; that there should rather be one night but seven days"

Even if as a human in the flesh, we should walk the earth as a wired

bot, we need not be conditioned by the rot system, the invention of a

lost human grace, where the energy is but a damn negativity. We

have not so learnt of our source, to be a corruption. So, there is a

need to re-wire your human system, attune yourself with the source.

This is the singular power and hope for the human bots on earth,

once a robot is open to receive the right command, he can function

appropriately automatically, effortlessly; where everything falls into

place.

The good news is that these ghosts (gods) work harmoniously

together as human. The one who has found a god has found

another. That connection, that place of joint in the pantheon of

the gods unlocks the powers of the carnal senses and provides

the key to the magical senses beyond!

All the gods spoken of need one or more worshippers to nourish and

keep them in shape, the worship is in a form of offering to them; in

the way that food worships the belly, the sound worships the hearing,

and so on..

It is in the Scriptures, in the book written by John the apostle,

the 10th chapter, in the verse of 34. It speaks about how the first

human regarded human as 'gods'.

Jn10 vs34...Jesus answered them:: "Is it not written in your law, I

said; ye are gods?" -

You are gods, I am gods, we are gods.

Deeper than the veins in our flesh, livelier than the blood in them,

are these seven witnesses to our human life on earth. The seven, for

the sake of a count, reside in a pantheon.

This pantheon is the carnal body of human that we carry through the

whole earth journey. In this form of a flesh, the gods are in constant

conversation, and the effectual communication of these gods builds

man up.

You should get to know these seven gods that consist the human

incarnate and how to wield their powers and make them work in your

favour as human. In the other wise, man is a detriment to himself, his

powers work against him, he sets his own house on fire.

Nobody gave us the manual as to how the human creation should

best apply. I am glad to let you know that these instructions to guide

us as human is in our make-up, the code is in us. The usefulness of

human reveals in the effectual communication of these gods. The

cognizance of this dispells how that we disuse human.

The names of these gods are mentioned for the sake of their identity;

they might not bear any more effect than a noun would do; to

identify. However, the essence is human!

To you, this might find some analogy to the gods mentioned in the

Greeek mythology, this is however not a myth; it is reality! It would

be totally horrendous to make the mind of a creedful myth in this

definition.

There are special characters in which we perform as human on

earth. They are called the 'senses'. We may demean them as

commonly five; objectively, however, that would be simply superficial.

Howbeit, the nose is for a smell, the spirit is for discernment!

All other gods are toys, a child's play, in the playground of illusion,

except the spirit.

'FFo-Tous'- the god behind Sight/Vision

The god behind sight seats on a throne at the innermost

chamber of the eyes. The chamber is etched on both sides of the

crown temple grafted of the third eye. Those carnal eyeballs are an

evidence of his consolidate attendance. The pair resembles two

softball tissue masses each hinged in a cranial socket.

If I may ask you, beloved, what does it mean to have sight?

I guess you would just say; it is just the ability to see things, the way

they appear. Well, if that is, maybe it is partly true.

To the carnal eyes there are things /howbeit, there are no

(objects)-

illusion is at play/- which are in a character like our human

things,

carnal nature, so apparent for sight, and even tangible for touch!

These objects are termed as 'matter' in their dimensional status.

Matter is said to be anything that has weight and occupies space,

space is perceptible to the eyes and touch.

Weight is perceptible by gravity to touch; and time system- how

things get heavier with time- (the time yardstick is constituted of

perceptible change). The role of this god is to relay a low-frequency

energy to the backmatter of perception pool (the deep seat of throne

is at the root of optic lobe of the brain), and that produces a

communication. What this does is to empower these identified

objects (matter) in their defrequencied state and make them into a

tangible person of perception. FFo-Tous has demigods as the pair of

the eyes. The eyes are the flesh of him.

The god of sight; that I have to call FFo-Tous, for the sake of regard

in this book, has his kingdom in a stable hemisphere of the brain. A

little anatomy of the human incaranate has it proven that the optic

lobe of the brain has poignant character receptors with sensitivities

for light frequencies.

Light is a magnate microcosm that elates the perception of FFo-tous.

It is a fast travelling quanta of photons. It does not elude him

anytime, as much as he is at his court.

We are able to see objects (matter) because light from the source

reflects on the objects before us, the reflected light reaches our

eyes, signals are sent to the brain, the brain (backmatter) deciphers

the information in order to detect the appearance, location and

movement (time) of the object we are sighting at. This is the science

behind sight and I would love to lay emphasis on the key terms;

'reflection', & 'decipher'.

Reflection is a two way thing, the lens in your eyes can reflect the

light as much as even an opaque object would do. But what I would

like you to know is that a mirror can only reflect the image of that

which is in its view and the image tends to take the dimension of the

mirror, in glancing angle and size. What it means is that, you are a

mirror of the universe, your eyes can see the objects in the

dimension which the lens through which you see are set. So,

sometimes, you see things the way you are, other times, very

unlikely, you see things the way they are.

The concepts of colours overlap in the spectrum of the white-light as

we have in the uv-ray is another thing to behold. But not in this

piece. Just to let you know that even with your acute 20-20 vision,

you are being conned to believe what appears.

You can think of light and FFo-Tous as a pair of pioneer partners in

the investiture of creation of tangible things. The creation of the

visible (tangible) became real to sight when light appeared and FFotous

garrisoned it!

"..So that things which are seen (revealed by light for the garrison

of eyes) are made from the things unseen."

So, if something does not appear to you, it does not mean that it

does not exist. What God has prepared for you is even before

creation, including your imaginations and beyond!

The volition of the service in this pair has a lot to tell us about

everything that is worked upon; the workmanship of which is sight!

FFo-Tous fulfils us with sight and perception is the way it is.

The god of sight has a good side to the body of light. He creates an

ambience that portrays every identity of an elite object to his subject,

in time and space, so that man feels to be part of the living, a space

he has been made to fill and secure its existence.

As a sentient being, man needs the code of sightful perception. We

carry on with our everyday living banking on the rein of light and the

absence of it- day and night.

Wield the power of your sight as a god, it gives vision and you see

better, clearly.

Blindness

This may be regarded as loss of sight. But to see it in two places;

wether sight is lost or light is absent, it is objective. We can debunk

the fact that there is light only when sight is impaired.

In the loss of ability to see, wherewith light is present, FFo-Tous is

unanonymously absent. At times, FFo-Tous desolates his temple of

the eyes and man can be said to go physically blind. The temple

might just be out of place in some others and FFo-Tous is left with no

operable station. For the light works a dimension of sight. It

Vision

Sight is a forerunner of vision, maybe it is rather otherwise! So, the

cordiality of what appears in light and what we do see are a couple

with slight differences.

"Therefore when you run into the sight of something, know with all

knowledge that it is wrong to say it as a swing into vision; not all that

is visible is revealed."

Let's delve into the book of truth a little once more, don't you doubt it,

the evidence of the scriptures is but the truth! It will help you

appreciate the gods which I talk of better.

The Book of Matthew in its 6th Chapter verses 22-23, a Bible comes

in handy on this one::

"The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy

whole body shall be full of light."

In this chapter, be careful not to regard this light spoken of as a mere

illumination, that might be a virtual identity of it, but the reality is that,

light is revelatory. The significance of what this excerpt borders on is

the unity of the eye, the oneness of the eye, the alignment of sight

and vision. What is seen and what is revealed are one, where this is,

the whole body shall be full of light, that is, all other gods shall bear

you witness that that which you have seen is real and it is revealed.

Certain times, a man leans overtly on sight and calls it apart from

vision. Doing so, he falls into the pit of incongruities, he may see a

square shape today and then a triangle on some other day. His

perspective is getting informed by the level of his epistemic

cognizance. However, not all the gods bear witness to the sight

when it is different from revelation. They are discorded with it, though

they do not cry it loud.

FFo-Tous is a god too human too be true, once you learn to be at

one, he reveals all to you. He seats as an accomplished master on

the throne of your attention. You just go ahead and be the master of

your god. Your vision is as clear and supreme as the intellect and

epignosis which you allow the backmatter pool to accumulate, the

mind in place of this.

'Human! When all you have is a vision, do not be uptight, it is good

to lead in all that you see.'

'Ac-ostos' the god of Hearing

Sound is a perception with the noblest appreciation. The saying

of such translates that we spend less energy for it; because the

universe we are in it is a transaction of energy, energy is spent,

energy is gained. What we give comes back to us so that we take

from it. Talk of sound, by paying even less attention to every bit of

disturbance to the free-flow in our vibrational space, you can catch

the flow going for a pulse where it goes ahead and melts into a

sound!

Some scientists compare the sense of hearing with that of a tech

radar's receiving vibrational impulse, and registering it in a pitch of

quantifiable frequency. However, that technology may appear to you

as it is, but it is a classic archetype of the human sense of hearing.

The character of which we talk of as god Ac-ostos

Ac-ostos seats as god on the throne of sound perception. Between

silence and high-end shrill notes, the ear settles or tingles from

notes. Before any human begins to hear any sound, Ac-ostos has

to reckon with the water and wind.

What has water and the wind got to do with this? The water has the

force for balance, and the air is the impulse carrier.

Balance is key to every posture that gives us allowance to perceive

sound in perceptible comfort. So the audible nature of a sound is

specified wtih an instrument that scales off all of the interference.

Sound is a melange of several pulses of disturbances which when

balanced edifies the hearing sense.

How much can one hear if he has not been spoken to by any sound?

It happens that until a sound is made, audible enough, the sense

might just seem not to function. Howbeit, sometimes, this character

of Ac-ostos is a bit incredible when there is ability to hear even the

faintest sound from vibration in the surrounding air. When silence is

heard, invisible is seen, then there is said to be the paranormal.

There seems to be a miracle as well about thoughts, musings and

intuitive cognition and all human ideas which fashion of existence

does not appear to most of the gods of human.

We might be able to explain the sources of the all-natural stimuli we

receive in all of the senses (the breeze that blows in our path, the

temp difference, the light, the sound, and touch) the impulse with

which the backmatter god dialogues!

The $64,000 question is; who confers on human all the ideas and

thoughts that are etched on our human writeable core? The mind

appears to pick some message off the hook from pearly coast of

attentive listening. Every message implants within a dogma, a

principle, conditioning from which our human conducts and

affirmation define. Every belief, every solid proof, strong assertion

derives from the information-reward system which is kept intact

within the core of the mind, rather than a garbled concept from

surreal dreams and imaginations.

The truth and essence of our human nature, however, has been this

garbled for too long!

The god in deft sense of Touch (feeling)- Thigmos

Late on one of the moony nights, when we lay down on the

patio in the yard, in our humble abode, there appeared cold dark

tendrils before our eyes, reaching out for our lukewarm mortal

bodies. It was so horrid, and while the other gods were asleep,

Thigm-os caught up with the air and felt the cold grave hands of

gravity... The rest of the story is all that we still feel today.

GRAVITY - A PULL ON TOUCH

Gravity is a microcosmic force, an appointed minister of

movement and impulse. It helps human to reach throughout space. It

carries the message of mass and quantitative constitution through

distance and time.

The sense of it is subtly regarded as touch. The character with which

human receptiveness translates every stimulus of touch is resident

as the god 'Thigm-os'.

The skin is a body surface that encloses the host of organs and

other vital parts of the body. It is the barrier between the external and

the internal carnal environment. In our external environment, we

receive certain stimuli, impulses such as one perceived as

temeperature differences, mechanical effect, and others; all of which

are categorized as the sense of touch. That is what we feel when a

fellow touches us, or we have a breeze blow across our face, this

innervates the god of touch so that human can be complete as a

sentient being in his palpable natural environment.

However, one sense informs another. For examle; the eyes inform

the sense of touch so that one can see the object of which there is

impact or contact, from which a touch is felt.

One mindful thing to consider about the character of touch is that

human crosses the path of touch for sight and taste at times. How

can this be? Come along in this poignant explanation, it would be the

spur of understandimg;

It is explained here in a quite detailed practical analogy. Rather

than study everything as covert, we do in part. Consider the integral

parts of the human incarnate, how they are wound up in a flesh. In

such regard have we brought this part for sight under light, for study.

Let us assume that there are optical fibers (some cables which

transmit signals on the scientific principle of internal reflection); these

fibers in the circuit of a gizmo, they run side by side, transmitting

optical signals at different frequencies even though under application

of the same current. As some experts would call it, 'lead and lag

phases' in the energy dissipation along the fibers causes the

continuity; peradventure, the wire crosses!

Imagine that the insulating material of two contiguous fibres melt and

are exposed to each other, there happens to be somewhat a

crossing of wires that leads to the miscoordination of electrical

impulse.

Anaphia

Would it be of a little wonder how it is possible for human not to feel

a touch? How could it be that pain is undone from the

The god of Taste

Honey is so sweet to taste, kola is bitter, vinegar is picric sour! How

come?

In the mouth, there are mouthparts which are assembled in pouchy

cover, and the tongue sits robust in the mist of their assemblage.

Any edible substance that introduces has a turn to take on the taste

buds (certain cellular units grouped in fashion of their

chemoreceptivity). The character of taste is somewhat peculiar and

similar to that of smell.

The god of Smell

The olfactory lobe of the brain is a perceptive organ that is

receptive to the volatility in a trillion kind of odours. Odours are

certain chemicals present in concentrations that are able to travel

through air by diffusion, in all directions. When odours get to the

nose, they affect the members (demigods) of the god of smell- the

olfactory receptors -which in turn serves as a conduit of smell

signals.

Olfactory receptors are sensitive chemical receptors that detect

changes in chemical concentration. To boil it down, there are

particles that make up the molecules that are innervating to the

sense of smell.

Olfactory receptors have been found in human sperm. It is thought

that they actually detect chemicals produced by the egg, and swim

towards this 'smell'. Who knew that smell could have such an

important role to play in the inception of life itself!

Smell signals through the pathway within the brain which connects to

the amygdala and hippocampus. These mentioned centres are

connected with emotion and memory. So, one can easily have a lay

down the memories with just a smell. Human is said to be the one

with the poorest sense of smell as a living being, but you know

what? I do not believe this, we have just used the sense less.

Anosmia

This is the term for the lack of the sense of smell. Some people have

the larger part of the genome deleted from birth while others lose it

during their lifetime as a result of illness or a kind of disease. This

points to the fact that in most cases recorded, the human memory

and pyschological well being at large is impaired. What this is driving

at is how essential smell is to the carnal character of human. The

details of how it enables our life on earth is cordoned off the attention

on the aromatic, putrid and foul smell that we use to please our

human sense of natural appreciation.

The Soul

T

he spirt, soul and body are believed to be the components of

human. We have so far talked about the body and its carnal

gods in attendance. We may now talk of the god as human soul.

'Soul' from the original Greek word 'psykhe' is referred to as the

spiritual or immaterial part of a being, even animal, that is regarded

as immortal.

Looking at the original word 'psykhe'; it means "to breathe" to

commute between death and life, to commute between heaven and

earth is soulful. The soul holds our human virtues together, it binds

us to our natural essence.

The human soul, likewise some animals, is said to comprise of

mental abilities, reasoning, character, feeling, consciouness,

memory, perception, cognition.

The god in the face of soul connects the spirit to the body, so the

other gods can receive information from their spirit through the soul.

A battered soul is a poor carrier and intermediary. The best is to

harm yourself as human with the greatest weapon for excellence,

purifying and guarding the soul consciously. Eschew the corruption

of the soul in every way.

Be gentle and soft on your soul, even in a harsh world on the body.

In some early writings, the soul was either immortal or mortal. There

it was in the teaching of Socrates to his members at Athens; He

besought them saying; "it is good to excel in matters of psyche (soul)

since all bodily goods are dependent on such excellence."

John, from the Christian scriptures understood this when he wrote a

wish;

O my soul! It gladdens my heart that I tell you about the human soul.

All we have talked about in the host of the human incarnate are

fleshed up in what we can hold tangibly in the evidence of body

parts and organs. But the organ of soul is so tangible, more than

tangible to be seen, touched, felt, heard. In the pantheon, all the

gods communicate, the soul is the middleman between the temporal

field in which human subsist as a flesh and the ethereal haven of

consciousness.

The Spirit

The spirit is the identity of the creator in human, this god is a subversion

of the omnipresent one. From the Spirit birthed spirits which

now inhabit the mortal and corruptible. It sounds like; God shared

himself into bodies, the incarnation of which we profess as human.

And he gave each spirit the autonomy to yearn for the wholeness, or

to even disown it!

The spirit controls the atmospheres of all other gods, all the carnal

communications in the flesh of the mind are received in a sort of

aura and telepathy by the spirit. The spirit thus informs God,

inherently, of all that transpires within the body of human. God

chooses to communicate to the carnal body too by sending message

through the spirit, and if an open mind that receives, not blotted by

sin (mis-identity), is matched with the word of God, the other gods

are informed by the word of God and changed.

The spirit god can be anywhere, be in any clothing just to fill any

space; in the Universe, a collective entity of everything.

The spirit is for discernment, the mind is for awareness, and both the

carnal and the spirit parties are all Consciousness (God). God is

Consciousness.

The best god to live in the human make-up, on earth, is the spirit and

a good (renewed) mind enjoys the spirit god who identifies at all

times with Consciousness.

Note the difference between god and God in my mention.

HUMANN

"Human; all the most useful, that is

disused."

W

hat comes to your mind when you hear or see the word

'human'? What a great name to have called you and me by it!

In essence, do we really care to delve into the realities of

this identity?

Many a times, we do not seem to care about the figure behind all the

titles, so we identify with many things non-original. But the essence

of 'human' should find interest out of all in your consent.

If only man has been a good student of his lifetime, not even to talk

of eras in which age has been classified, you would have a good

probe into mankind and his nature. You could gain a tangential brief

on our social fuctions over time. Marginalize what it is entailed in all

material ingredients of our living on this planet. Reliable history is

the better scope into where you belong, which race and what

independence rights you share as human. The only race I know of is

the human race, but colour, culture, and other boundaries have

maimed our oneness.

Humanity was never a topic to be given a memorial in the days of

creedful philosophies and epistemic credences; Aristotle, Socrates,

Paracelsus, Hippocrates among many folks to be mentioned were

cheers to knowledge among their enpantriate cheerleaders of

science and astronomy. They had an outlook into their world and

what advantage there ever was adopted into the human race. They

sought for knowlegde, as they were open to it, knowing that it takes

only a near-perfect mind, conscious and rich with knowledge to lead

a good living.

Supposedly, every unit of knowledge about human in all that entails

was the basis for living. So they vouched for the promulgation of

their however credulous philosophies, propounds, beliefs, all to the

guidance of their immediate environment and prosperity. As the need

for knowledge arose, the quest for it ran commensurate. Hence

schools, but a lot of brainwashing and indoctrination is done to the

impalpable minds of younger generations and the filial set that

caused the vile seed to grow were heathens. There were heathens

like some of us today who held knowledge in higher esteem than the

self, shove it down the chicken throat of fatuity! Ingenuity lost course

and we are here burdened with crass knowledge.

The regal parsons in their noble kingdoms gained power and

dominion from cults who professed higherknowledge, written on

papyri, some spelled as mantras and others put into scripts. Deep

knowledge of the ancient upon which the world is built, to know and

learn. There were priests in occultic temples whose mind attained

attunement with every subject they meditated on, and the results

were pieces of garbled gleanings from their long-stretch but

disciplined mind exercises. Some were sculpted on underground

caves, innermost temples, in caverns where esoteric beliefs were

shared by occultic priests in minsters where seances woke the dead

people from morgue to inquire of the higher knowledge. But all this

amounts to a fugitive wishing for acceptance everywhere. He should

rather come out of hiding and renounce that identity.

Etymology

/Hu'-man/- English adopted; 'Hu' means God, and 'man' means

'mind'...Originally coming from the earliest Sanskrit word,

"mana"

noun- From the original(Greek); anthropos

From the original (in Latin); humanus, homo

From the origin (in French); humaine

The latin representation of human in the original translates to

'humus' which means dirt or soil. Conversely, the other originals

translate to the habits, behaviours and the features, traits which were

identifiable of people, of the early people and the one God who is

believed to have created them.

In this chapter about human, I'd like to feather the essence of

human to the barest truth.

Concerning human, there are a lot of answers waiting for questions

unasked. If man could just be brave enough to ask the right

questions about human. The most valuable essence of creation that

we never care to know. Without the epignosis of human, we are like

one who is at novitiate in driving considers a reckless drifting and

nitro-burning in a car through a jaunty path that he knows nothing

of! Anywhere is sure to be destination in which journey usually does

not end well.

Man of Dust (humus)

Dust has the attribute of a mass of particulate matter, from which

every physical figure, every haughty and hallowed nature's object

molds into shape. Ritually, from a wonder, geometric algorithms,

man took fashion out of energy-matter poise to form his anatomical

structure. So does every form that surrounds man. Every fractal from

individual creative input conceptualized as materialised objects

(matter), to cognition, prowess, flair, wisdom, intellect, intelligence

and feelings. among other surrealistic elements of the set is

profound. To delve into fractals is like the brain learning about itselfs!

The Uni-verse is one code like in the essence of our learnt

biological DNA, the genetic nuclear dust material that every creature

shares for characeristics and alterations. Other microcosmic

characters like climate and weather, water current, land and sea

breeze affect these material codes, alter their make-up and result in

the change, differences in our physial appearances. Howbeit, we are

all the same! We are fashioned out of a peculiar precursor dust

material, the clayey dust- Ea'-rth.

The earth in some other language is gaia- a self-replicating body in

possession and care of all intrinsic elements of regenaration.

The Human Character from an Atavistic

Background

Geological eras in the history of the earth space is deemed fit

for the amplification of details about earth and the aeons of time,

from which man began on earth.

In some large-scale natural science, there is need to study the earth

from another time perspective, independent from human activity.

Before the beginning of the calendar era in years, there had been a

prehistoric eons before present(BP) from where an account of

creation in the Scriptures (the account of the Genesis given in the

holy bible) would accentuate. How were days assumed before the

present days of calendar days, what was the yardstick of time?

Chronology is a good way to study man in his advances towards

nature, a good way to know how man has been worked upon by the

space he fills and by his perception through the time all of which has

produced a binding conditioning on the human race. The

conditioning is what we observe in trails of characters, behaviours

and attitudes to several stimuli today. Trends follow a pattern and

take a turn when cycle is done, over and over again, upon the hinge

which human nature has been pivoted. It is pivotal to learn human

sincerely than to be filled with a school of thousand thoughs of

knowledge, notions that do not approve better than an emptiness

and lack of purpose, and proffers no fulfilment!

"Man who knows less of himself can not know better of the world

around him, if there was ever a world around"

_ Sasani

As men (in the plural count), we suggest differences in that we cover

a wide space on earth; in separate bodies. This appears to the basic

mind, so we characterize our individual space with an acceptable

lifestyle ingrained into personalities. So we craft our systems;

cultures, ethics, religions among others to suit the convenience of

our stewardship to the context of humanity. Based on personalities,

the system fails, based on generality, the cultures flop.

We see obejects which are apparently inanimate and we make a

conversion from their constituent and derive our supports from them,

we see the sun, the moon, trees, waters, rocks, and make use of

them, some herbs for medicine, vegetables for food, water in dams

for hydropower and others we weed out of the way, just to serve us

better and man our own space. The earth has always been a natural

belonging from the start, the immaterialism of human gave birth to all

that we now take integral part of it, in the material. Civilisation has

come through the appreciation of world knowledge, but human has

not got better from the knowledge of himself! The sham in our

identity has been for too long!

Can there really be a true human nature? Surely, there is, but the

conditioning of a sham for too long has made it seem impossible.

How Man Began

FFirst Man:: (in strident exasperation towards his confused state)...

"What is all these? I've got no explanation for all the questions

boggling my mind..psst!"

Angel: "Why does your voice rankle in trouble O man?" "DDo not ask

questions, man was not made to be worrisome, why do you boggle

your mind with all these worries, about who you are? I am your guide

into human."

God: "Let man ask questions, if truly he desires to know. In the

knowledge of time, space, change, he shall be consumed up; but in

epignosis of his own reality, his true self, what he ought to know, his

fellowship with us and fellow gods, he shall be built up. However, he

has a power to choose."

FFirst Man:: "How shall man be free from all these questionables that

surround?''

God: "You shall stand in pure awe and esteemable wonder of all the

things that you see, feel, smell, and touch; the sway in awe informs

your mind power and in the stillness are all questions answered by

you."

∞∞∞

You are the consciousness of the stars, the sun and the moon,

the heights and the depths, you are pure awareness. How shall he

who is the answer to all things continue to question everything?

Human is at the centre of all that God (the creator) has made. He

has put all about himself, his infinite nature, into all things being

made, and everything informs about himself- so human is the centre

of God.

While all human efforts and desires are mostly fleshed of the

ordinary, they are at times full of divine passions. Human needs to

strike a balance between the two parts. God is happy with a man of

balance for this is the human sacrifice, all of which is offered up as a

life on earth. This is the human ritual.

By the call to be the dust; till the land, toil as much to have sweat

drops turn to gold. By the call to be a spirit, it is a call to fellowship,

honour it in prayer, in meditation, in all of worship.

I have seen men who in all of their attempts try to make up for every

aspect of life by their nature of dust, but it is the spirit that

quickeneth; the flesh profiteth nothing:: the words that I speak to you,

they are spirit (I mean your essence) , and they are life. How the

spirit quickeneth is according to the nature of human, a life giving

spirit; as compared to the latter human nature, which is a living soul,

whose mind of what is and what is not made him lose identity.

Our essence as human is to quicken, to make alive, all in the works,

the space, time and other dimensions that a n earth man (the vessel)

can bear in the mind, the human artifice of a living soul. Whatever

dust or not man was made of; human is simply divine.

If you have the scriptures (the holy bible) handy, read more about

the first man in the Book written by Moses; Genesis, the first chapter

and the 27th verse. Know more about the man of dust from the

second chapter, the sixth and seventh verses.

It reads;

First excerpt

And God said, "Let us make man in our image, after our likeness:

and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl

of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every

creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth."

Second excerpt

"And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and

breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living

soul."

If you understood this, you would innerstand it! What it does

mean to dwell in a human clothing? Yes, every man ought to know.

The clothing is not human at all, there are clothings of unalloyed

gold, silver, pure diamond or rather some gemstones;

notwithstanding, the clothing is not human at all, by no dint of a yard

of its fabric!

The writer says to you; 'there is a lot of human that walks without

clothes, so naked; there are many clothes without human in them.

Though the wound may tarry in healing, the pain may cut deep;

but you are ever preserved, come winter, come summer, sun or rain;

you are ever preserved, the rot can not get within.*_ The cloth

may fade, be rumpled or become tattered, by the ravages of time and

chance.

The first man, referred to in this book as the firstborn of all

creation is human as well and he is the prototype of everything, for

everything was made by him. And as every man begets that same

nature, by coming to the realization that creation is pure

consciousness, we become the same and we start to regard human

from the human point of view. Human is not flesh. The flesh is just

like a package, with a seal that carries the product to so and so

place for presentation. However, the product is ever abiding untill the

package is undone and the content is released to the sight of men.

This human carnal incarnate is so deceptive, we look at how vast the

universe is, and we say; "I am in this world"

However, man does not consist in the world, human is the world; and

while the clarity of his identity is yet made, he tries to find himself in

the world, and he often asks; "why are these things happening to

me?" "Why am I born into so and so place and family?"

His confused state as well says; "Everything is wrong about this

world, we need to leave it alone." Howbeit, nothing has ever been

wrong with human, even, nothing is surely wrong with the world.

Maybe the human mind has no impossibility, and so as he calls the

world wrong, he becomes wrong afterall!

When the firstborn came in the package of a flesh, to show us

the true image of who we are; he left no fiddling confusion about how

it was to redeem man. Man can only be redeemed by showing him

himself. Only when you have successfully registered a conviction in

man about who he is, only then is he able to become peaceful. All

his troubles, his endeavours are made to just find out who he really

is. However, there is a lot of distraction.

Every man-made desire is a weapon to rob himself off of happiness.

Man made money, thinking that could buy him the elements of joy;

alas, he faltered! Every thing has given him a concern, that he might

have to gain one material and another, to fill his unending depth of

desires.

He has mansions, cars, jobs and investments, friends and families

all wrapped around him, all to futile advantage, but not all bad to

surround his carnal space!

The only fort where man finds safety is the place of mediocrities, in

the sub-state of his mind haven. In the seat of cushioned

complacency, he sits aplomb in it. I forget at all times that I am

human, I think of a flesh, a weak and humble thing that reeks with a

lowly acridness. I think of how my members are separate; the ruin

from it is that I fail as a man that I profess. I see things, I call things

apart. The caprice with which I desire every ridiculous thing is an

utter failure to human. As long as I profess it, I continue to fail. I

gather things with my mind in labour, so vehemently, that things

come to me; and easily, they go away from me. I know that this is by

no means human in nature.

Acknowledgement

I take a good chance to celebrate every human who has pulled with

me on this big project. Thanks for supplying and as well reading this

book. More is to come in this light. I do not take your support for

granted. You have been every motivation towards getting this job

done.

Special thanks to Oludam, CEO. CreationHub, for designing this

book cover. It is a blessing to have you.

And to you who have read this book and become of the light of its

knowledge, praise to you. We meet again!

Remain in the light...

SASANI ELDIS

About The Author

Sasani Eldis is human

like you.

SEVEN gODS ONE MAN - SASANI

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