No Kill Today

On the day when an eclipse becomes an avalanche, how do we pray for comfort?  Is it best on our knees or with hands held in a circle?  I find comfort in the image of a golden tree.  It is said that it is the tree of life, but is divined with a rod, not Kaballah.  I study the truth in many forms and never get stuck with the serpents.  Those are the splinted and shattered deceit of female tongue.  I have opened my heart time and time again to see the ugliest visages to ever inhabit the planet.  The tomb went BOOM and it was Nigeria vs. a channeling Irishman on GIN.  Today IRA is not just a retirement account.  Police could not be in the middle.  Blood was drawn and there was an absence of authority.  I knew to just make the minuteman JUST BREATH and stay away from the lethal blow.  In the end, women blame me for these encounters.  The energies are rising as The Mormons council me and lead me in scripture and prayer.  This same circumstance happened in my Chung Moo Quan dojo, and thus it had to close down and my Master Mike moved on.  Oh well, Mike, we had a good year and a half run, and then he sent me to private kickboxing lessons with the world champion, Keith, for another year and a half.  I found my footing and then moved past the light to exist in the darkness.  I can be a balm, but I am judged no matter what I do.  Well my dojo line starts here, with the maintenance man, Mike.  He was on scene and saw what mean really is.  Just know that there will be no more playing the cops because they ARE extremely educated on all of it, and no longer wish to be the ones who help or look away.  They will not walk away.  I chose to sit for a few minutes and then move on for some Chinese, and then to Starbucks.  Changes need to be made, but I will concentrate on taking in the life of Nephi, and Moroni, instead of The Jackson Square critical issue list.  I will have faith that The Father and Jesus Christ will hold me in this time and allow me my anonymity for now.  Thank you for stopping be, Mormon educators.