The key to every door is what makes to access the needs,
knowledge in an area is what is needed to access the area. Money is what can be use to access needs, money answer all things.
Recently I encounter a reality, who told me that money is not all I need. He told me all i need is him, When I converse with this entity he told me his name was Believe
he told me he is always between my needs and reality, he told me everything I desire can be access through him,
Believe walk me through all my needs, as he patiently enlighten me about access, he told me the first thing to do is ; to established that what I need is legitimate, after that I should make up my mind to acquire it.
After that I should never give up, until I see it come to pass , he told me that other people that have encounter him called him Faith
He said all things both plans and desires of the heart can be attain through believe
He said money is good but no virtue can be compared with simply believing
My companion left me thinking, He came in to change my dogma
- Believe it is possible
Believe you can do it
Believe it’s attainable
Walk though attaining it and simple posses it.
Time was when I had nothing, my rich friends fled and left me all alone, I accused them of pride, heck I even called them wicked
Time was, I had a lot, I fled from my friends who had nothing and did to them what I accused my rich friends of doing to me.
Time was when I was a child, I saw my father as a mean man, I said he maltreated my mother. I swore to myself that when I grow up, I will not allow anyone treat me unfairly.
Time came I grew up, I even got married. I perceived that my husband will maltreat me so I maltreated him first. I did to him what I accused my father of doing to my mother.
Time was when I had no job, I blamed my teachers for not teaching me well, I blamed my father for not sending me to school at a younger age, I blamed the Government for not providing the enabling environment.
Time came and I got a job but I did not really like my boss. He was always scolding me for coming late to work and for doing a shabby job. But it’s not my fault. My home is far from my work place and since I did not graduate from a good school I can’t really do much.
So you see, the problem is always out there and it’s always other peoples fault. We hardly accept any blame when things go wrong but when things go well, we take credit for it.
Would it were that I remained poor, I would still be humble , would it were that I did my job well, I would still have a job, would it were that I was nicer to my husband, I would still be married,
WOULD IT WERE THAT WE ACKNOWLEDGE OUR OWN FAULT.
There is a hole inside of me that makes me feel so empty, A hole that yarns to be filled,
It’s so deep that it makes me cry for help,Makes me want to go solo away from everyone,
My heart aches for this hole to be filled, Because in its fill is my highest expression of life,
Many came to fill it but left it with a greater vacuum, Much more bigger than it use to be,
It looks like I am in a dry and a thirsty land, A place devoid of life; absolute desert,
I hope you know that there is a hole that can’t be filled by any man? Not your Boo, Not your Bae, not your honey pie, nor your parents ,
There is this hole that lays in there, Every being was carved out to desire fulfillment.
In our journey to fulfillment, values must be added, Our heart craves for fellowship,This hole responds to deep fellowship, Therefore Love with every strand of you
Until the hole be full, do not relent.