For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved RESOURCES Share Dear God in Heaven, I come to you in the name of Jesus. I'm sorry for the way I've lived the things I've done. Please forgive me and cleanse me with your precious Blood from all unrighteousness. According to your Words (Romans 10:9) I believe in my heart God raised Jesus from the dead and He is alive. With my mouth, I confess the Lord Jesus Christ as the Savior of my soul, at this very moment I accept Him as the Lord of my life. Right now, according to God’s word which cannot lie. I'm washed, I'm safe, I'm born again. I thank you Lord Jesus for dying on the Cross to give me a new life, an eternal life. Teach me your way that I may follow. Amen. __________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒©

When equality is no longer served by justice, moral lose its course among the people. Without fairness, unreasonable ordeals lead to the demise of a land. AMERIHOLLOW by P. S. Wilmot Little Tommy and Jack his father the storyteller, walk through the Badlands in hurry to their outskirt settlement as the sun set in the northwest. The shadows of the boy and the man grew behind them as the curiosity rise within Little Tommy. He firmly held to his father’s hand. Why is it the Badlands, the boy asks his father, does not good prevail bad, is there hope for the Badlands to ever be a good land again? Jack was one of the many who dwell on the outskirt of the Badlands, by shuffling through the waste of what was once a land of hope, they piece together scraps for a hope for another day.    Though the land stood in silence, but the past of its greatness could be heard in its failed structures. The roads that once brought together civilization and people now serve as the display of man’s failed idea, partly covered in the course of nature. At least the failures of the past and nature did come together, displaying man's broken ingenuity. Cover in green grass and vegetation with the rise of the earth from beneath the feet, soiling the concrete that once lay below the fast-moving feet of the inspired people of the land. Indeed, fast were they and their desire for a change and impatient for a result to a change. As little Tommy continues to tug on his father’s hand, Jack snaps out of his thoughts. Gently pulling the boy by his side, he replied; son, when equality is no longer served by justice, moral lose its course among the people. Without fairness, unreasonable ordeals lead to the demise of a land.   Looking up at his father, little Tommy curiously asks again, what does this mean? With a gaze in his eyes and love for his son. Jack firmly held to the child’s hand. Son, when people dispute because of their indifference, without addressing the reason for the many indifferences, they engage in a battle without an objective. They struggle to overpower one another. This was Jack way of saying to the boy, we have lost it all.    One might conceive defeat based on life’s condition due to a certain situation. Nevertheless, the moral fiber of life will serve as a perseverance and a compass to that which is right. Regardless of life’s position. Doing that which is right will exalt all people, but the compromise of good for evil is a reproach to all people.    Jack and Tommy shuffled through the badlands as it was customary to the boy and his father, scavenging whatsoever they see fit to take home, but the lack of findings on this day open an opportunity for discussions between the boy and the man. Questions and answers, learning and reflecting. Due to the lack of finds on this trip, Jack decided to take a path, a path the dwellers of the outskirt forbid to tread thereon. As his hesitation causes his steps to gradually slow, he found himself trailing his son’s steps. As curiosity grew within the child, Tommy pulls onto his father’s hand, looking ahead, he took the lead in the walk. In the distance was something massive from the boy’s perspective. Grand, but hideous, notable but hollow. It must have been something of importance, but now vandalize. Even for Tommy, his curiosity was stalled as they came within a much clearer view. Awe-stricken, his steps gradually match the pace of his father’s. Almost simultaneously Tommy and Jack stopped. Although the dwellers of the outskirt live without an elected governing system, but their past did govern their existence. This mindset dictates Jack’s decision as they stood gazing at the past and the future, at once.    This hollow of a structure represents the past for Jack. A past too familiar that he dares not to tread upon. Whereas, this represented the future for Tommy, an insight to this failed structure which embodied their past, might give him a better understanding of the future. Without further delay, Jack implies their shuffling through the Badlands was done for the day. Tommy gently weighs his backpack in his left hand, lifting it past his abdomen meant a little was there, or almost nothing therein. Nevertheless, he trusted his father’s decision. Walking back to the settlement was rather quiet, and baffling, but he knew his restraint would grant him another visit to the Badlands with his father. As they drew near their humble dwelling, the sight of dimmed lights lite up sporadically as the evening transition to the night.    This was a time the dwellers of the Settlement gather and trade their findings or give and receive. However, the forbidden path earlier left an impression on Jack. Not of joy, but of uncertainty, a drawn back to the past, the present became obsolete as he walks hand in hand with his boy. Blocking out the chattering and the buzzing of the social of the night trade. In hope to retire for the night by giving the boy to eat whatsoever was left from the previous day.    His short-sighted plan was short lived, when a gentle, familiar, but a striking voice pierced through his thoughts. “Well, well, aren’t you two brave men going to stop to check on an elderly lady?” For the first time, Tommy parted his hand from his father’s hand and ran toward the voice. This was Mrs. Fiducia, she was the remnant of what a family ought to be. A considerate, kind, and caring woman, although she suffered the most loss among the inhabitants. Yet, Mrs. Fiducia was the one who always gives the most. Her appearance did commanded respect from all. Her silver hair, orderly kept in a bun, adorned with a proper attire regardless of the time of the day. Her keen stares were usually followed by a burst of a welcoming smile. Everything she did was somewhat different, but familiar. As Tommy embraces her, she reaches out and embrace him by removing his backpack. Leading him toward the side of her home was a trough. It is time to wash up, Thomas. This was one of the primary examples of the uniqueness of Mrs. Fiducia, while everyone calls him Tommy, she calls him Thomas. Jack stood about a foot away watching the two, as she helps him wash up. Walking past Jack, her hand gently rests on his shoulder; we await you inside for a late-night dinner. The simplicity reflected in her home was the theme of the homes on the outskirt of the Badlands. She had less, not because she lacks anything, but her willingness to give to those in need was the true reflection of the simplicity of her home.  As Jack leans over the trough, hearing the voice of his son relaying the events of the day from within the house, without a doubt he reflected on the memories of having a family with a mother for his son. Walking inside the home, he soon realizes that the quality of life is not predicated upon the unavailability of that which is missing, but how the present is interacted with, will determine the happiness or the sorrow to bear. The happiness of Mrs. Fiducia was the appreciation for the present. She was the host for the night, and she did serve with gladness. The struggle, however, for Jack was embracing the warmth of her home, while avoiding the preserved memories of the incident which led to the absence of her family. For a caring woman like Mrs. Fiducia, it was certain she misses her family. Nevertheless, she wholeheartedly cherishes those in her presence, and the opportunity to love others. There was never a dull moment in her company. Even as dinner progress, though the conversation was between two adults. However, she always finds a way to get Thomas involve during the time at the dinner table. Looking in his direction, she conveyed; Thomas, I think it is time you learn other things than scrapping beyond the outskirt. There are a lot you could learn here at home; don’t you think Jack? Jack was a friendly man and easy to get along with, but he bored a silence burden. The responsibilities of his past which has become apparent to his present. Before he could answer to the question proposed to him, her hand reached out across the little high square table and rested upon his hand. It is ok, Thomas and I will have a lot to do in the coming days. As she arose from the table, she urges Jack and Thomas to continue their meal, what was left of it. Returning with a pitcher, she then refilled the boy’s cup with more water, while passing the remaining of her meal to Jack. She added, dessert is out on the roof I will need your help bringing it down. The least I can do, after eating all your food, he replied with a smile. For Mrs. Fiducia, this was the reward of her day, a full stomach with a smile. As she walks toward the backdoor of her home, Jack hurriedly ate what was in both plates and passed the rest to his boy, eat up Chip while I help Mrs. Fiducia. She stood in the doorway waiting for him, walking out together, she closed the door while looking back, and making sure all was well with Thomas at the table. Jack was a tall man, there stood Mrs. Fiducia looking up at him, he knew something was on her mind more than a dessert and he was right. When she said to him; they were spotted earlier. Instinctively he knew what she meant. Standing before her, reawakening was his past through his recollection. Before the outskirt became a community of dwellers, it was a place of constant assaults of raids and attacks. Before all that, it all started on a late winter of March. As nature engages in the transition from winter to spring, so were the people of the land. This was the time for a systematic change of governing among the people. An upcoming and a promising journalist was walking the tracks, the tracks he made in his mind as a crucial part of his day as he treks through the buzz of the city life. He ensures to keep his thoughts within while blocking the full commotion of those things around him. For him, this was a way of being in control and building upon his aspiration, for him and his family and his ideas to succeed, whilst he exercises for a daily walk. His walk through the city timely led him to a distance where the crowding of the city was behind him, and before him was the noticeable change in the appearance of the construction of these buildings, grand they were and spacious were their surroundings. The quietness of the location was sporadically infused at times with the chirping melodies of a flock of birds in the distance or at times in close proximity. Every now and then, interrupted were the sounds of a barking of a dog, but soon the quietness of the surroundings did outlast the barks. This was a place and the time for the liberation of the thoughts of the trekking journalist. Though he held to his thoughts, but unlike the city, he was now free to listen to the surroundings. He knew the tranquility of this setting will soon transitioned once again to the buzz of the city, where he customary embark on a train ride, back toward the outside boundary of the city limits. Therein, he would walk the remaining of the way enroute to his home on the outskirt of the city. But for now, the quietness felt as though it was wrapped up in the soft soothing wind, brushing against the skin and producing relieve to the perspiry from the movement of the trek. Even the perception of the daylight was soothing to this day. The soft glow, giving ease to the eyes as far as one was willing to see. The calmness of the wind enhances the mind’s ability to decern through the ears. Although hardly was anyone seen outside, but for the size and the splendor construction of these homes, one could spend a considerable amount of time within, while being content. The pavements without and the lawn were all evenly kept, meticulously presented, giving the eyes the delight, while walking and admiring for all to see. The guilt of a professional concerning their job is the constant urge to incorporate often times those things that are being experienced on a lively basis. For a journalist he felt within, how can I incorporate all that is being perceived into my journal? However, at times, one ought to live the moment rather than a constant attempt to capitalize on the moment for an occupational means, or for a career advancement. Certain experiences are meant to be orchestrated as a building block of who we are as a part of the whole, but these experiences doesn’t conclude the story of us. And not all things that are experienced are meant for an audience, but there are those that are a lesson for the individual. Seeing the beauty and experiencing the calmness around him, he reasoned through a question. Can an impactful story make a good journalist, or can a good journalist make a story to be impactful? The more the people of a society evolve in accomplishing those things that are beneficial to their needs, without a reminder of where they once were. In their present they soon forget their past and their future shall be of irrational decisions, the precipice of a collapse as a nation. These were some of the evidence at hand. Consequently, his routine walk was more than the need for a physical exercise, but a time to think over those things that were defining them as a people. The need not to forget the past, while embracing the future, by learning from the past to honor the sacrifices that were made that the undertaking of the present will continue to usher in an appreciative future. For without gratitude, one almost never appreciate what they have, and they are prone to unknowingly lose it. Interrupted were his thoughts with the sound of a scream piercing through the surrounding area and penetrating through his consciousness was the dreadfulness of the sound. Yet all stood still around him. Unlike an echo, the dreadful scream did ring louder, yet again. As his mind races, vast became the surrounding in his sight. Though the screams continue, yet there was no one in sight, but him and the pristine majestic size buildings, silence they stood. As if time has come to a standstill, but within his chest rapidly beats his heart, contemplating the need for an action or the lack thereof. The once calm cool breeze he previously enjoyed, was now like a chill of shock through his skin and into his being. In his mind’s eyes it was hours ago he treaded upon the exact location with little Tommy, in the present of a hollow of a structure. However, the sentiments of his expression now as he stood before Mrs. Fiducia was that of a rumination of the past with the emerging feelings of devastation of which he managed to control through resentment within, for all that have happened and continues to, through the years. With her head tilted upward looking into his eyes, standing outside with the door shut behind him, he stared not into her eyes, but beyond her presence into the horizon. Calmly from without, but raging from within from those words he did hear moments ago, they were spotted earlier. Now, dusk was the view of the horizon of the outskirt of which he motionlessly stared into. Buzzing was the night chattering of its dwellers, but his immobile stare indicates he heard not a word, but the commotion of being trapped between his thoughts and the actions of the past. Soon he was again trapped, but for the awakening into reality, as the door let-up at his back, with Mrs. Fiducia arms finding a way around him, in an attempt to let Thomas out. Jack slowly regains his awareness of his present surroundings while letting go of the burdensome feelings from within by realizing he must assist Mrs. Fiducia. Towering over both Mrs. Fiducia and Tommy, he reaches for that which was at the top of the slanting eaves of her humble home. Be careful now, was her considerate and always caring voice, as she steps back while embracing Thomas by her side, they both watched, as Jack steadily brought down a metal frame on which lies various fruits that have been nicely cut and evenly lay out in the sun for the process of dehydrating the fruits. Aimed at preserving the fruits for later consumption while preserving its nutrients. There is a time when individuals advance in their will and their abilities by the means of the creative process of the mind. To create with the assumption of improvement to their surroundings, and to life and living. But what is the essence of improvement if those that are being improved through their will power has not the will to get along one with another? Such were the people before present. From their broken ingenuity, now wise were those who must now learn the comfort of life and living isn’t always predicated upon the ease of the progression of life, but learning that every situation brings with it an opportunity for an understanding to be unlocked and the revelation of who we are and what others are to us. They could once predict the rising of the sun and the going down thereof, with minute details of any altercation of the atmospheric occurrences. But what was the sun to the people who assume they had it all through their ingenuity? But for now, life must be seen through a new lens so that life continues through the awareness of a purpose and the simplicity of those things that were always there, although they once never care about. Like that of the rising of the sun, tasks must be done while its light graces the skies as its warmth serves multiple purposes including the preservation of their food and their hygienics wellbeing through their vesture. The act of dry-cleaning through evaporation, but for now dusky was the surrounding of the outskirt as the night gradually came into effect. The dealing of the dwellers at this time differs from that of the day. For this was the time the dwellers of the Settlement gather and trade their findings or give and receive. At the side of her home where Tommy previously washup before the meal was a trough, and above the trough was a window which serve multiple purposes. For now, she carefully led the way assisting Jack by the holding of the metal frame covered with fruits as he held on while following her lead until it was gently placed on the stool area of the open window. She then reaches down to the trough, extracting a lengthy wooden board wherewith she covers the trough. Allowing Tommy to stand thereon, giving him a view of the dehydrated fruits that were before the three of them. To be continued ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© Share

One who talks more than thinking, will talk without thinking. Study to show yourself approved unto God, a workman that needs not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth. The greatness of the Word of God is its integrity, by which it is without error nor deception. If contradictions arise, it is the reader’s lack of perception. So then, let it be an opportunity to gain a better insight. The passages below are some of that which we avert, for the lack of understanding, but with a willing mind, they shall be made known. To answer a fool, or not to answer a fool Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest thou also be like unto him. (Proverbs 26:4) The verse above, is saying if you answer a silly question from a person who's up to no good, you are just as silly as the person who asked the question. This is plainly understandable. However, when we read a little further, the preceding verse gives another take. (Proverbs 26:5) Answer a fool according to his foolishness, that he not be wise in his own eyes. This is not a contradiction with verse four which urges us to answer not a fool, in comparison with verse five ; which state, answer a fool according to his foolishness. In essence, both verses are consistent with their instructions for the believer toward the fool and their foolish question. The idea of both verses being consistent is that, not all things spoken to us by a fool need be responded to. However, let us be wise and allow not the fool to get away with his or her foolishness less they think they are wise. To sum it up, we have ears to hear, eyes to see, but with the mouth we have a single tongue. What goes out of the mouth, cannot be easily returned. Let us observe more, by what we see. Let us listen more, by what we hear, but speak only when it is of importance. __________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© > Related topics < Share

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Study materials, Books & Resources. Blogs/Articles with Miscellaneous Writings accommodating Fine Art & Illustrations, Drawings, from A Walking New Man website Share Prayer to Trust in the Lord Thank you Father, by your Grace I stand in your presence by faith. Teach me your way, O Lord. Replace my fear of the unknown with the knowing of You because in You is Your good will for me. Bless my heart to trust You that I may show patience in my endurance to know You. Teach me beforehand that I may comprehend the changes that are at hand. Teach me Your promises that in tribulation I may see Your love for me. Thank You for becoming a man. Now I know You know the pain that I sometimes feel. Conform me into Your Words. That You may watch over me more than all. Great is Your faithfulness, in Jesus name I pray. Amen. ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© RESOURCES

The accumulation of things doesn’t make a person, but you as an individual can accumulate anything to make you to be whatsoever you want to be. If for the right reason, it is not only for the betterment of you, but for those around you as well. We are never where we are in the present without someone somewhere being what they were to us in the past. BACK Naharre By P. S. Wilmot With the sounds of chattering, unpleasant it became to the being of Naharre, the fourth of six siblings in a family of many. He could not make up the words that were spoken. For all spoke at once and no one spoke at a time, Naharre perceived in his mind. If I can only find a place of solitude in this house. It is a new place of dwelling, there has to be somewhere isolated. He pounders. Many are the doors, any door which leads away from where I am to where I want to be, will do. At the moment, weak and feeble was his being to get up hurriedly and leave. Although his mind kept not its peace, but wanders. Even so, slowly his busy and agitated mind coincided with his feebleness, as all faded away gradually. Could this be it, could this be my door? Naharre thought. Though I hear the chattering, but it’s like I’m behind this solid door. Now my peace and quiet seem to be near, for me, on my time. Just the way I like, for myself. The family’s new home differs from the lakeside home wherewith they all have come to call home for many years. Now, a new house was to be their new home. Though the mind sees the transition before the physical body experiences a change. However, at times it is the mind which rejects the change that is at hand even though the physical body is in a new place. This new place was Woodland Shrub. The new home of Naharre and his family. Naharre’s door led to a somewhat different presentation than the rest of the home of which his mother had articulately furnished. Though it bothered him not for a minute, but empty was the room, the pathway which Naharre’s door led him to. I can change some things here and make it my own. The walls of this room seem a great distance away from him. However, the room was in no wise a larger place. The discovery did not end through the perception of the illusion of the walls of the room. In the right corner of the room was the only furniture it seems, a big chair. To the far left up on the wall, was a glow clock visible in the somewhat dim atmospheric presentation of the room. Beneath the clock was a second heavy wooden constructed door. His alone time soon became a time of suppressed questions. For those things he did not fully understand, he brazenly accepted. Thereby suppressing the many questions so that he cannot judge his actions of wanting to be away from his family. But in his mind, he ponders. How can there be two doors to a room, where does a second door take me in such a room that is partially dark? In his consciousness, present with him was the many chattering of the voice of his family. Howbeit, the walls of this room did give him the control of the isolation he so desired. Quietly, this led to the occupying of the big chair. The physical characteristic and the impact of the chair was instantly felt as he sunk within its cushion and formation. The ease to his physical being did not once again calm the mind as his eyes became the window to his consciences through the things he saw. Precisely, the clock in the dim light above the obscure door. Although he rested in his pasture, but his mind finds not its place of peace in the present. The glow light of the clock became a howl to his dim surrounding. The chattering continues, seemingly guided toward him. At which point though he knew his family’s whereabouts, but they knew not his situation. The longer he accepted his isolation the more he was inclined to distance himself from the chattering. Leaving him with all but one decision, the obscure door beneath the clock and the going through thereof. Partially standing and leaning with his both hands on the armrest of the big chair. Louder became the ticking of the clock. With his attention drawn to the glowing light and the door, fading became the voices with the passing of the time on the clock. But more persistence was the voices to his awareness. The dim light of the room became like fetters of a hindrance to his ability to judge or reason. Moving forward, Naharre walked toward the door, reaching for the knob while yet a distance away by the stretching out of his arms. Therein, he realizes unlike the wooden construction of the door, the doorknob was made of a solid iron and cold to the touch, it felt. Pulling him further toward the unknown. The weighty door swung open without any effort on his part. Seemly a period of oblivion ended with the awareness of what was now before him. He could have never imagined. Even in his desire to be isolated, he now felt such an encounter must be spoken of with his family. Quickly, he turned to the door of his entry. As fast as he turned, startled he was with his body slamming into an obstacle. Unlike the inside of the room, the wall out here was the same as the surrounding. Rugged and bare, like a cliff. The door wherewith he entered remains, but as a cut-out of a marking, but without a handle or a doorknob. For a moment, Naharre knew he was no longer within their new home, and he was not alone! Facing the cliff-like wall, the realization of his action was before him as an obstacle. Having both hands and palms spread against the rugged barrier. The place of his solitude he has always desired was now an experience to behold. Therewith, he stays put. Knowing he was not alone; he stalls his turn as he palms the rugged barrier. At which point all that was around him became a reminder of his family. The chattering was now clear, and it was the calling of his name repeatedly. At the back of him was the sound of a waterfall, as though it was in its final stage of flowing. Trickling slowly was the flow of the water from the rugged iron-like rock formation. On the surface was the spread of puddles like lagoons. Moreover, in the center of it all, was a man. Slowly turning, the eyes of Naharre came in contact with the man. Naharre instinctively flinched. But the man moved not. Thick was the hair of the man. Thick and curly, but through time, the appearance of the man’s hair gives the impression of a drooping formation over and around his hunched shoulders. Not for a deformity to his being, but for the unflinching holding of a rod in his hands. As Naharre observed in nervousness, he perceives the rod was a fishing pole which the man held on to motionless without an expression. Nothing moves except for the occasion shimmering of the streaks of grays in his hair was like a splatter of white powder. Periodically there was a deep gasp from the man. Yet motionless he remains in his somewhat static surrounding of which Naharre was now a part of. Therein, his sensibilities were liberated, hearing he heard things he could not once hear. Seeing, he saw things he couldn’t see clearly before. For the man before him was himself, but as an old man. Now, before him was his discernment. Nevertheless, diffused was the potential fear, but heightened was his awareness of the surrounding. The puddles and the lagoons remained, he was free to see, observe and experience. But the man stays confined by his propensity of doing what he chooses to do, the holding of the fishing rod. Although he fishes not in the lagoons, albeit the paddling pool beneath his feet was a place of fishing, without flinching. Strange was the sighting to Naharre, for he knew about fishing through the company of his grandfather, and this was not the way it was to be carried out. However, he knew this man was a version of himself. For at times our actions and decisions may put us in various conditions. Becoming aware of this, he felt not a connection to the man. Through this, clearer became the chattering which drove him away. Now these were the voices calling his name so that he goes not astray. Like an individual trapped in a small room, the sounds of the calling of his name amplify and boomerang the walls of the hard rugged place, triggering a tremors-like effect and the shaking of his being. Even the waterfall, he felt the splashes on his face, once and again and continually. Intense became the tremors and the calling of his name amplified and heavier was the splash, soak to his being. On his back he realizes he was, looking up at the many faces of his family with gladness in their eyes looking upon him with Grandpa Memento, or Mem as he is called. A nickname shared between Naharre and his grandpa. Standing, holding an empty water pitcher in his arms with a smile on his face toward Naharre. There Naharre lays comprehending in his thoughts what has just happened while being glad to be in the presence of his family. What was the dim room that I walked through and the hard rugged place I was just a part of? These things and more play in the recollection of Naharre as he lay in the presence of his family. Welcome back, Harre. Spoke Grandpa as he let down the empty water pitcher with a smile of relief on his face. At the moment, Naharre must absorb the spattering of water encircling him as well as absorbing the experience he knew not how to put into words, as he rested with his family by his side. His mother spoke not a word, for his action and the results thereof which had led to this incident. Nevertheless, her love for him could be seen beyond her silence through her actions and her body language and the urgency she shows in the preparing of his favorite sandwich as she returns again in the company of the family by his side. Propping him up and giving to him the sandwich followed by the careful placement of a dry towel she placed around his shoulders and neck. From the time of his previous encounters to the present experience with the family, glad they were and appreciative he was being with them. However, for the most part, the pleasantries in merriment have been through expression rather than a physical contact like that of a hug from his mother. In particular that he missed and silently looked forward to. But through his alienation caused by his actions which led to being confined in a strange rugged hard place; now in a familiar place his guilt became one more confinement. For this time, the uncertainties were the barrier of not knowing how the family felt about his previous doings. Many were the thoughts circulating his mind, but one was the action it took for the recomposing of his mind and his awareness. Tugging below him with a slight weight thereon, his eyes did follow downward coming in contact with Ginomai. The youngest of the six siblings. Unlike the others, being glad for his return, but somewhat still being aware of what happened. Ginomai held back not their expression of gladness while forgetting the wrongdoing of Naharre and climbing their way up into his arms. Until the two were arms around body and head in chest embrace. With gladness in his heart yet again, the burden he once felt was now clear to all, like the honest transparent accumulation which built-up below his eyelids and glided in the flow of tears on his cheeks as he held on to Ginomai. The lesson to Naharre was made known. When the haughtiness of the mind has risen beyond the means to reason for the consideration of others. At times, it takes the smallest of things to bring the mind to a humble place of reasoning and the appreciation of others. Or what we are to those who greatly care about us. For every life moment there is an experience. This was a new life’s moment being experienced in their new home. Before now, at their lakeside home, Naharre though being young, he was by far the most expert tour guide at Lake Same, the largest lake in the land. Many were his encounters with the people from all walks of life and their exciting stories. For Naharre, this was his moment and an experience all for himself in which he took pride in the harboring of his importance. Until the family’s decision of relocating to a place unheard of by many, Woodland Shrub. Unlike the opened and established lake shores with its many mansions aimed at tourism and the attractions thereof. Every road and path of Lakeview was cutout for commerce and wealth. Even the grass which ran alongside the shores or pavements were kept accordingly to accommodate the appearance of Lake Same. On the contrary, here at Woodland Shrub, most paths had to be made on a daily basis. For the preparation of their move, Grandpa Memento and his son, Naharre’s father worked endlessly in secrecy for a surprise to the family in clearing a great portion of the family’s land. Which was now covered in lush natural green grass-like lawn. Bordered with beautiful vegetations and plant life, even with an artesian well in sight with individual trees, big and small. Weaving below their trunks were the scattering of boulders of all sizes. Some fully seen while others remain partially visible with crystal clear babbling brooks flowing round and about the rocks. Ahead in the distance was an unseen waterfall heard by its sound through the overhanging of the branches of trees and vegetation. Though unseen for the time of the season due to the fullness of the leaves on the tree’s branches and the growing shrubs. But one could smell the purity of the cleaner air through the negative ionization of the waterfall effect on the surrounding. Peaceful and calm, it was. So was the experience of Naharre, lying on the open porch of the family. Having been brought out unconsciously. For the first time he greatly experiences these things. Although it was present upon their relocation to Woodland Shrub. However, if the body experiences transition but the mind is unwilling to change. Therein, the individual is trapped in a past, while failing to see the present that they are a part of. This was the case with Naharre, refusing any meal with his family for many days until he wandered into an unfurnished room of the new home, wherewith he passed out. Seeing himself as an old man, trapped in a place, doing what he loves to do, fishing, but doing it the wrong way. Such was the thick hair hunched over, old man. Surrounded by waters and lagoons, but he fished in a small paddling pool. For at times, the individual is excessively fixed on what they want and how they want it, consequently the individual fails to see greater things that are around them. The fear of time, like the dim clock that controls the individual action to act now or never. Often time, this fear will lead them into a cold hard place of their entrapment. Like the old man through the wooden door, but was now sitting in a hard place. Doing what he loves to do, but without a result, for carrying it out in a wrong way. As the gentle cool breeze soothes Naharre, he awakens from his thoughts while giving Ginomai a tight embrace of love and appreciation. Though he hugs but one of his many siblings and family for now. But in a single hug was the love for them all. The waterfall he previously encountered was in a perishing stage. Now, loud and soothing was the roaring of their waterfall out in the distance. Piercing through the sound of the waterfall and cool breeze was the passing by of a Great Blue Heron. Familiar was the sound to his ears, as both grandpa and Naharre looked up with a smile. Often the two have heard such sounds on their fishing trips in the past. The present was now and a new life to be. Taking turns was each individual family member giving Naharre a hug and a welcome back greeting, but for their large size as a family, they all at once collapsed on him with a joyous group hug along with the little giggling Ginomai gladly trapped in the middle of the group hug. With a relief, spoke Naharre. It was a nightmare. Grandpa took his hand in his hand, and he spoke out that all may hear. Though he spoke to Naharre, but in so doing he addressed them all. Harre, in the hours of our sleep when our nightmare haunts us, it is time we wake up to our reality. Striving to do the right thing in the present while we are yet awake, that we may find rest and pride in our dreams. The accumulation of things doesn’t make a person, but you as an individual can accumulate anything to make you to be whatsoever you want to be. If for the right reason, it is not only for the betterment of you, but for those around you as well. We are never where we are in the present without someone somewhere being what they were to us in the past. So, learn to ask yourself, what am I to others? I belong here, replied Naharre. As they all walked together beneath the shades of the trees alongside the babbling brooks with a large silver serving plate filled with freshly prepared varieties of food. All together as a family. Many in numbers, but in one accord. ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© For Group discussions, check the group page: Pages Speak THE PAGES SPEAK Share

Explore a profound journey of personal growth and spiritual understanding. This introspective piece delves into themes of forgiveness, progress, and the quest for true understanding amidst life’s distractions. Discover how change begins within and how seeing beyond our perceptions can lead to transformative results. Miscellaneous Writings Clarity A Prayer for Clarity and Change Beyond Perception: A Journey of Growth. The Essence of Progress: From Process to Result Share P. S. Wilmot A Quest for True Understanding Lord, thank you for the awareness of your presence in my life, even in times of my limited understanding. Your awareness serves as a reminder to focus amidst the many distractions. Lord, encourage me to see beyond the things that I perceive, for what they truly are. In doing so, the decisions that I face may not be made based on my limited understanding. Through patience and growth, may the decisions I make be acceptable in your presence. My ways are driven by passion, but they often do not lead to a better direction. However, through the recognition of my actions, change is initiated. If I expect to see changes around me, may those changes begin within me. If my actions have caused offense to my fellow men, knowingly or unknowingly, I seek your forgiveness. May I become a better man and mend those broken fences. And if anyone has wronged me, let it not be a distraction that prevents me from seeing the many good things ahead that you have in store for me. Lord, help me to see beyond the things that I perceive, to their true essence. Progress is the formation of new things. May I learn to accept progress. A process will eventually lead to results. Let me learn to look beyond the process to the result. Even when I’m weary, may my strength not be predicated on the tasks I’m undertaking or the progress that is unfolding, but on the results that are yet to come. Strength May the Lord give to you, according to the riches of His glory, with might to be strengthened through His Spirit, in regard to the inner man. Ephesians 3:16 ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© REQUEST A PRAYER Prayers awalkingnewman.com Writings

Miscellaneous Writings Miscellaneous Writings The True Preacher J esus answered and said to her, Everyone drinking of this water will thirst again; but whoever may drink of the water which I will give him will not thirst, never! But the water which I will give to him will become a fountain of water in him, springing up into everlasting life. The woman said to Him, Sir, give me this water, that I may not thirst, nor come here to draw. Jesus said to her, Go, call your husband and come here. And the woman answered and said, I have no husband. Jesus said to her, Well did you say, I have no husband. For you have had five husbands, and now he whom you have is not your husband. You have spoken this truly. The woman said to Him, Sir, I perceive that You are a prophet. (John 4:13-19) The woman said to Him, I know that Messiah is coming, the One called Christ. When that One comes, He will announce to us all things. Jesus said to her, I AM! the One speaking to you. (John 4:25-26) Then the woman left her waterpot and went away into the city and said to the men, Come, see a Man who told me all things, whatever I did. Is this One not the Christ? (John 4:28-29) Those who desire the Lord must come to Him willingly and sincerely confess their wrong doing, if they do not know they are wrong. It is the preacher's responsibility to use the Gospel in preaching holiness with love that the sinner may know they are at fault. Although the glory is not simply for one to confess their wrong doing, but true confession exposes the shame of sin and the evil thereof by shattering its hard exterior. Leaving it wasted and unwanted. Then the Word of God comes in, and mend the damages cause by sin. ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© BACK #Salvation Share

Biblical resource through the Walking New Man website/Quotations page-7 Time is the distance worth traveling. P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer The strength of the body is in the understanding of the mind P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer I am a Christian, and I speak to Christians – I am a true Christian, and I speak to true Christians. I love and venerate the religion of Christ, because Christ came into the world to deliver humanity from slavery, for which God has not created it. General Giuseppe Garibaldi (1807-1882) Italian general, and nationalist leader. Considered one of the greatest generals of modern times. The time has come to turn to God and reassert our trust in Him for the healing of America - our country is in need of and ready for a spiritual renewal. Ronald Reagan 40th President of The United States from 1981 to 1989. Actor and politician. One who talks more than thinking, will talk without thinking. P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer Page 7 All the miseries and evils which men suffer from vice, crime, ambition, injustice, oppression, slavery and war, proceed from their despising or neglecting the precepts contained in the Bible. Noah Webster American statesman, a pioneer of education, writer, lexicographer. The author of the famous Webster's Dictionary. The present is before the future, men cannot live in the past in hope for the future, without the realization of the present. P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you an automobile. Billy Sunday Accomplished and a popular American baseball player, with 170 RBI, in the prime of his accomplishments and fame, Sunday walked away from the game becoming one of the most prolific evangelist of all time. A walking New Man Holding on the failing past is the stalling of the future, but an open hand is a willing heart for a change, in Christ. P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 HOME

The Lord chooses to use whom He pleases, let us then who are called by His name be ready for the doing of His will. The Proclamation of Cyrus Lead me Lord, I will follow The Master's hand. LEAD ME LORD I WILL FOLLOW Praying through the darkness, into the light The darkness comprehended me not The Master's hand. LEAD ME LORD I WILL FOLLOW 1/3 Now in the first year of Cyrus king of Persia , that the word of the LORD by the mouth of Jeremiah might be fulfilled, the LORD stirred up the spirit of Cyrus king of Persia , that he made a proclamation throughout all his kingdom, and put it also in writing, saying, Thus saith Cyrus king of Persia, The LORD God of heaven hath given me all the kingdoms of the earth; and he hath charged me to build him a house at Jerusalem, which is in Judah. Who is there among you of all his people? his God be with him, and let him go up to Jerusalem, which is in Judah, and build the house of the LORD God of Israel, (he is the God,) which is in Jerusalem. Ezra 1:1-3 Here we have a non-Jew, Cyrus , a king of a heathen nation, nevertheless, for the influence of a Godly mother, Esther , the impact to her son as a child, continue into his adulthood, even as a king. The Word of God endures forever, therein, the best gift given is the impartation of the Word to those we love. The Lord chooses to use whom He pleases, let us then who are called by His name be ready for the doing of His will. Like in the proclamation of Cyrus king of Persia : Who is there among you of all his people? his God be with him, and let him go up to Jerusalem, which is in Judah, and build the house of the LORD God of Israel, (He is the God,) which is in Jerusalem. The proclamation of Cyrus, was for all of God’s people. The return to Jerusalem is a type of a revival , which is the return, or a recovery from a state of neglect. Have we neglected who we are through our shortcomings, for the doing of that which is wrong? Therein, may we rebuild the temple, a physical temple to the believer of old, but symbolic to us today, the rebuilding of the temple of God, represents the restoration of our lost liberty in Christ Jesus, so that the gospel is preached for the deliverance of the captive soul, to set men free. Therein, the rebuilding of the temple of men soul which has fallen into ruins by reason of sin, may be restored. It’s hard to take the first step when I don’t know the way Each turn is so uncertain I’ve learned to walk by faith But you give me a promise That you will never leave You will lead and guide me Lord, I do believe Lead me Lord I will follow Lead be Lord I will go You have called me I will answer Lead me Lord, I will go. The best gift given is the Word of God, and the prayer of a Godly mother endures forever in God's presence. RELATED TOPIC Share #songs

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