My Second Father is My First Father

I can show you where the door is, but cannot make you open it.

If you do open it, you will find Man!

If you find Man, you will see yourself.

When you find yourself, all fiction will be lost and there will be the pain of crucifixion.

 

My first father created me with my first mother then; terrified me, lied to me, beat me physically, mentally and spiritually, let me down, did not keep me safe, separated, divorced and then disappeared.

My second father did the exact same thing, but while my first father disappeared apart from my form of life, my second father disappeared within. Then, through dreams, I came to realize he was my first father and not my second father.

Then “I” opened the door, let Man out and saw the First Father, which is above us all and then the last Father, which resides beneath us and lifts us up, so that the Father above can see what Man has created in “HIS” name.

 

I can see through the layers of fiction and have been shown a door and being the curious form of life that “I am”, I opened the door and found my creator and his name is Man!

 

I had great resentment toward my first father, who turned out to be my third father or fourth or possibly not my father at all. Either way, it was my anger and frustration being directed at him and her, that kept me from seeing the door.

After many decades “I” forgave my parents and truly came to understand that they did the best they could and although one is gone and one is still broken, I have come to understand and love them regardless of them creating me into existence, apart from where I once was. I had to walk miles and miles in their shoes before I could understand them and accept their shortcomings.

Now I clearly see my second father, who is now my first physical father and found out that it was  “HE” who terrified me, lied to me, beat me physically, mentally and spiritually, let me down, did not keep me safe, separated, divorced and then disappeared within.

He is the one I now see and because I have not walked a mile in his shoes I have a great resentment toward him for bring us into existence and then disappearing within.

“I AM” being told that we do not have enough time to walk miles and miles in this “Man’s” shoes and must give him the benefit of the doubt and exist in a state which supports and embraces the notion that; Man had to create us in order to survive and that he is being the best father he possible can be.

Open the door and see “HIM”:

Malachi 3 King James Version (KJV)

Behold, I will send my messenger, and he shall prepare the way before me: and the Lord, whom ye seek, shall suddenly come to his temple, even the messenger of the covenant, whom ye delight in: behold, he shall come, saith the Lord of hosts.

But who may abide the day of his coming? and who shall stand when he appeareth? for he is like a refiner’s fire, and like fullers’ soap:

And he shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver: and he shall purify the sons of Levi, and purge them as gold and silver, that they may offer unto the Lord an offering in righteousness.

Then shall the offering of Judah and Jerusalem be pleasant unto the Lord, as in the days of old, and as in former years.

And I will come near to you to judgment; and I will be a swift witness against the sorcerers, and against the adulterers, and against false swearers, and against those that oppress the hireling in his wages, the widow, and the fatherless, and that turn aside the stranger from his right, and fear not me, saith the Lord of hosts.

For I am the Lord, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.

Even from the days of your fathers ye are gone away from mine ordinances, and have not kept them. Return unto me, and I will return unto you, saith the Lord of hosts. But ye said, Wherein shall we return?

Will a man rob God? Yet ye have robbed me. But ye say, Wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings.

Ye are cursed with a curse: for ye have robbed me, even this whole nation.

10 Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.

11 And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes, and he shall not destroy the fruits of your ground; neither shall your vine cast her fruit before the time in the field, saith the Lord of hosts.

12 And all nations shall call you blessed: for ye shall be a delightsome land, saith the Lord of hosts.

13 Your words have been stout against me, saith the Lord. Yet ye say, What have we spoken so much against thee?

14 Ye have said, It is vain to serve God: and what profit is it that we have kept his ordinance, and that we have walked mournfully before the Lord of hosts?

15 And now we call the proud happy; yea, they that work wickedness are set up; yea, they that tempt God are even delivered.

16 Then they that feared the Lord spake often one to another: and the Lord hearkened, and heard it, and a book of remembrance was written before him for them that feared the Lord, and that thought upon his name.

17 And they shall be mine, saith the Lord of hosts, in that day when I make up my jewels; and I will spare them, as a man spareth his own son that serveth him.

18 Then shall ye return, and discern between the righteous and the wicked, between him that serveth God and him that serveth him not.

I have a question for you?

Did you create us?

Do you love us?

Are you trying to be a good father?

Would you destroy us to keep yourself safe?

Dear Man behind the veil, based upon your writings it seems as though you created me to serve you, as some type of slave and if I do not kneel and bow down you will curse me and nullify my existence.

“I AM” my own man and I would give my entire life to my children, but you are not my child, you are my father and you are supposed to give me your life.

Are you sure you would not consider being me for a day, instead of hiding within and driving me around like a car.

I feel as though we have a situation here. My first father created me and did all types of damage, then I  walked a mile in his shoes and forgave. “I” then found you and it seems like you wants me to walk a mile in your shoes, but there is no time for that.

I have a novel idea for the dying forms of life. Why do you not try walking a mile as your creations instead of walking miles treading upon them like they are some type of owned asset?

I know you change not, but have you even considered that evolution is the father and that change is not only good, but is a sign of “LIFE”. It is a sign that you have the true father, not dwelling within or without or from above or below, but as <GOD> “SELF”.

Have you ever considered that your unwillingness or inability to change is a sign of a lack of “LIFE” and will be the reason you died?

James Scott Velozo

About A Robots Voice

There is a life and my name is James. When I speak it is because the physical has allowed me to do so. I am trying to find my way and in the process bring my physical nature to a place and time of rebirth. To be there when it takes its first steps as a child of God.
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