This topic hits home for my life span has just reached
The number of years my Father and grandfather lived.
They both were diagnosed with lung cancer in their 55th
year. I will complete my 55th year on Feb 14 2018.
My father’s first words that I remember was:
“Son I will never lie to you nor will I ever guide
you the wrong way because I love you too much.”
That sounds like the words
of a truly heavenly father to me.
He kept that promise all his life and lived with me
in my home his last 5 years of his short life.
He wanted to write some books and watch his
grandchildren grow up. He took the news of his
illness with grace and dignity. Telling me
that I would see him again when I reached
heaven. On August 14 1999 society lost someone
they would say was average at best,
To me it was when my God was laid to rest.
I was 36 then he was 56. In 2011 I looked into
the mirror and claimed his truth. We have the same
green eyes and I was looking into my father’s eyes
They were not the eyes of a liar. His spirit has
guided me to a deep understanding of my purpose
in this life. I Give all the praise, honor and glory
to my heavenly father for creating me into the
man I am today.
The self evident truth is overwhelming when I
realized I had to give back the most precious
gift that is given to us all. “MY TIME OF LIFE”
I wrote this all out on paper and filed
it at the court house in the county that
deemed me indigent. I had nothing left
but my christian faith and the product
thereof.
If you take away my faith now
you really would be taking
the last thing I have on this earth.
I interpret my freedom of religion
to be the freedom to choose the
heavenly spirit of my earthly
father to do the lords work for
me. his spirit alive and well hosted
by the lord of host Jesus in my
heart. I give all I have left to
him. My flesh belongs to him now.
I have no free will to go my own way
I must do his will and write his books
in his personal Identity.
letting him live through me.
His personal Identity belongs to him.
he has living flesh.
he has a living spirit.
His kingdom is self evident.
In 2016 I worked and drew paychecks in his name
I purchased a truck registered to him
and now he will write spiritually inspired books.
Can a dead man do these things?
He shall surely gather more evidence that
he lives as time goes by.
why? to establish the self evident
truth that you do not die when you
go to heaven, but you go to heaven
to live and live more abundantly.
I could not have conspired all this
without his divine spiritual inspiration.
Takes more than one to conspire.
He did not guide me the wrong way
and I have inherited his kingdom
of heaven on earth.
My father gave a name to five
children from two broken
marriages. I was his first born
son and the only child he GOT
custody of.
He was a last born son of 6 children.
this truth self evident makes me
the first fruit of the dead and the
only begotten son of my God.
The first and the last together again.
A father, son and the holy spirit
of the most selfless man to ever walk
this earth Jesus.
He lives to provide and protect me.
I live to finish his work.
Heaven is where the heart is
and that is a fact.
I laid it down with Jesus
and my father came back.
I know what having a personal
relationship with god is now.
I also know pastors and preachers
are not all sincere when they
preach their beliefs.
Jesus is not a preacher of his beliefs.
Jesus is a teacher of the truth.
My father who art in heaven
Winston McKinney be his name
his kingdom has come
his will shall be done
on earth as earth is in the heavens.
He always promoted the KISS method
of understanding.
KISS=”KEEP IT SIMPLE SON”
I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.
Nerevar 2 years, 1 month ago.
