The Faux Pas Press #170: Reign

The Faux Pas Press #170

Reign

By Chambo Fresh

Okay. Sometimes in the sandy symphony of curiosity, at the bottom of it all, across timezones and questions, you still have to make clean choices. By clean I don't mean always moral and perfect, I don't mean always giving and true; I mean simple and clean. I go to the bathroom, I prepare a meal, I make my bed. Private victories before facing the Nephalim. It may not seem like a lot to some, it is clearly elementary and simple. Almost absurd. At least, that is how my mind works; constantly striving for a spiritual, unreachable perfection. Today, in the hallow and hilly lands, I am breaking it down nice and easy; don't have to solve it all today. And if I try, God will show me where my own mind confuses the real purpose behind it all. That is how it is for me.

Feeling stuck beneath the rubble of evil, transient thinkers planting unrealistic seeds from ungodly forms of perfection. I just have to know that, in all of my goals, there is something simple, something achievable in them all. I make a list of ten things to accomplish today, ten simple, workable parts in a much greater vision for my life. Just ten workable things. One of which is to write on this blog. Silly? Probably. But I can not live according to the World anymore, I have to simply listen to the still small voice inside. Not matter how long it takes you to reach an aim. There is vibrational intensity in all our thoughts, a simple meditation on a word perhaps: victory, or champion, or love. Whatever works for you. A simple word: reign.

I've said this to the Lord of Infinite Light today: reign. Be my captain and author; I will just write with you. All the success that awaits is already yours. The prayers you cast like they carry no weight, even they are heard. Caution to you on the words you speak. I know they are powerful; I have seen their residual every single day. The programming changes with each kind word we speak to ourselves and to others. We are what we aim to be. Just break it down nice and easy: read spiritual literature for 30 minutes, prepare my gear for battle, dope my weapon, load my magazines. Easy. Then work that shit every so carefully to the fulfilling of clean dreams. Turning it over to the Highest Powers, saying, "You reign. You author it. You finish it." At least this is how my mind is working today, not solving all problems today. But solving some.