Not a Good Day/Abraham’s Bosom
Today was a day, but it wasn’t exactly good. I’m grateful for everything that happened, but I still got upset for a few minutes. Let’s just say I have to literally fight every day of my life to continue just trying to earn money to pay my bills. It’s a battle that’s been getting at me for quite some time now, and it always finds new ways to try to slither in.
What I do is my livelihood right now, and it just seems like some folks knowingly partake in trying to hinder that. I don’t know how they do it and sleep at night, but apparently, they can, lol.
So on the one hand, I have to fight ever-changing algorithms and the sick Fs who design them to play with our lives. Then I have to keep an eye on the watchers, schemers, plotters, etc.
Only about 5% of “incidents” that happen are random and unintentional. Everything else is quite intentional. I know this because I receive information sometimes before things happen and sometimes while they’re happening. This “intuition” has never been wrong a single time. I’m not paranoid or anything like that, but I’d probably have a heck of time convincing anyone of such.
This is what I mean about being tired,, though. I’m tired of having to battle just to exist, and not even comfortably. I am literally fighting tooth and nail every day of my life just to stay afloat. Not even to have anything extra.
When I get money, I pay bills straightaway and have nothing left. But there are some who don’t even want me to have that. Imagine that. Someone despises me so much they don’t even want me to make enough money to immediately give away to the bill collectors and landlords else, ha-ha.
I almost ran out of gas today.
Every single one of my bills went up at least $50 for this month. These people just make up random payment amounts on a whim, it seems. SMH.
What made me feel a little better was the little bit of Scripture reading I did. I dug into a few of “Jesus’s” parables because I wanted to know more about what happens after death. I won’t lie. I really didn’t understand it, so I wasn’t sure about a lot of things. The parable of the rich man and the poor man cleared up a lot for me. I saw it in a different “light” today than I’d ever seen it before.
It seems that in the “Old Testament,” saints would go to “Abraham’s Bosom” and be comforted after they died, while the wicked would go to a place of heat and torments. Of course, some things might be different now. Like I don’t know if there’s such a place called “Abraham’s Bosom” anymore, but maybe the concept is the same.
Just going off of that, I gathered that there’s only limited communication among the deceased, and no one who is in one “area” can cross over into the other “area”. For example, Lazarus could not cross over into Hades to bring the rich man water or whatever.
The rich man could communicate with Abraham and inquire things of him, but he couldn’t directly communicate with Lazarus.
He also could not ask Abraham to have Lazarus go visit his family and give them warning messages. Abraham’s response to that inquiry was, “They have Moses and the Prophets. They should listen to them” and “If they don’t listen to Moses and the Prophets, they won’t be convinced by a risen dead person either.” Not verbatim, but you get the gist.
The parable mentions nothing of us here in the earthly realm communicating with the deceased. So I’m inclined to think there’s a chasm between us and them as well. It’s like a very thick closed door, like I was saying the other day. I could probably force it open, but I don’t think there’s anything good behind the door I can actually see. I think there are nothing but lying spirits behind that door.
Also, I’d have to be 100% willfully disobedient and willing to “defile myself” to force it open. Not worth it at all.
Long story short, I take my inquiries to the Almighty. If He doesn’t have an answer for me, it’s not meant for me to have. He has given me some things, though.
Other than that, I only interact with the living or the life forces in whatever material a deceased person has left behind.