Its Easter morning, and I am saying to myself, why am I not at church? Why am I not with the others at church? Instead why am I here writing? It is the spirit that guides me. It is God? God is speaking and I must listen. I tell myself that I have some house work to do, yet each time that I got up to do the house work, I find myself sitting down again, to write. I am in the garden with God. I am not alone.

Outside from my window, I see a little boy trying to ride a bicycle, a bicycle much bigger than him; yet each time, his little feet failed to reach the pedals, he tried again. Is that a reflection of our mind? Is it God and us, trying to connect? Were someone to approach that little boy and ask him what is going on in his head, his answer would go like this" I am learning to ride this bicycle that is bigger than me. I am trying to get my feet to reach the pedals. Can this little boy make his feet grow? Can he say to the pedals, extend yourself, so that my little feet can reach you. No, because, his thought are not within that reach. But if you should say to him. Do you think you will eventually lean to ride this bicycle? He will tell you yes, as he had set his goal. Yes, he knows that he is on a path, that which will lead him to meeting his present goal.

Dust came, and an old man passed by. He limped his way down the block. He stopped, gathers some strength, then walked on. He is like a man almost at the end of his journey. He is a man who had live a long time, his days perhaps beyond the years appointed to man. If one should ask him his age, he may be proud to say. I have lived my days. Is he grateful? Does he have any regrets? He regrets that God may decide to shorten his days. Should he rejoice that he lived beyond that of a child? I wouldn't know his views. I haven't asked him. Perhaps I will.

A dog runs swiftly around the corner. Why is the dog appearing so happy? He's let out of a cage, or perhaps the house he has been living in with his owner is a happy one. Does the dog have a choice of living inside or outside? Can the dog say to his owner, I no longer want or desire to live with you? Perhaps, by running away, the dog can. A bird came to sit on the window sill. Is it looking for food, or is it just looking in.

The window is beautiful. It offers shelter from the rain and the wind. Is the bird grateful for the window, or is the window grateful that the bird finds the window itself a place to seek shelter from the wind and the rain. Do the window has a mind? Do we know for sure that it has or has not? Perhaps we can say, it is simply pieces of wood from somewhere. From a tree, perhaps? How then, for the tree at one point was a plant in God's garden, his earth, his beautiful garden, where it once bloom, not as a window, not as just a piece of wood, but as a living organ of life. Life, in itself is God. Life in itself is living, in the spirit, in God, and in the Garden of the mind, that is all God.

The sounds of birds were the only thing to be heard. There was otherwise quietness all around. Then a whispering wind came. Was it the wind, or was it God's own voice. The sweetest melody ever to be heard. I stopped, looked around. There was nothing, nothing but a sense of peace, of calm, of a heavenly quietness. The trees appear to beckons, the willow by the brook bow its head, its arms sweep the ground as in saying, "The Father is here, I will bow in honor."

Been in the presence of God is too heavenly to describe. It is a feeling of innateness. It is a feeling of knowing that ones spirit, ones soul is in harmony with God. It is like existing in two distinct world; both the spiritual and the physical. It is like floating on air, so beautiful, like that butterfly that appears in the coat of Joseph, so majestic, so beautiful, so dazzling, yet with all its distinct colors for the eyes to see.

A preacher once told us, his congregation, that if God wants to speak to him, that God himself would come to me. That scares me. He was not speaking with a mind of God. Instead, he was speaking with the mind of Lucifer. Lucifer could come to you as your best friend; your closest companion, so be careful.

Let me take the time to point out here that many Christians had turn away from listening to God, for the reasons that many society, even the Western Cultural societies of Americas has, for fear of been dubbed crazy as to the sickness of [mental illness- paranoia]. Therefore, the advises of girlfriends' or acquaintances become a better powerhouse than the voice of God.

The Tree of Knowledge: Here is my family Tree: Father --- Mother. But before I came to know them, there were two other, no, four other persons, they are called my grandparents. So the tree is growing, and before I can call it a family tree, I must also add some limbs, to represent the branches. Who are the branches, my aunts and uncles? Then from here, I will find my parents and attach myself. Thus, a family tree is formed.

Could I have existed without my father? Am I a single cell of my own being, formed of my own doing, and came into existence? Or rather, I am who I am through this tree and is to become like my father and my mother while dislodging from them to become an entity of my being, and a being in God? "Know that we are, forever, like children, in the eyes of God. Know that, our "childlike innocence" will keep us in the Garden with God.

What is meant by that? The Spirit in us, the presence of a soul, the mind of God in us, that which guide us, teaches us the way to be. However, the misconception that most people have, most humans as we come to know ourselves, assume that [because] God sees all, we are not suppose to ask of him. Ask as; in ask for help from the heavenly bodies when help is needed. When we need directions in our lives, and when we cannot fight a battle, whether in the physical or spiritual.

Man had never left Paradise. The Garden of Eden is in our mind. If man remains in the presence of God, then they are forever in the Garden. There's no other way. Because God exist in the garden, the garden belongs to God, and he wants man to enjoy it, his beauty, his love, his peace. While walking down the road, I decided to test my mind. I walked without looking either to my left or my right. Instead, except for the traffic at a glance, I walked on, saying nothing to no one. Not a smile, not a greeting of the day. Not my usual self. People looked at me rather strange. What are their thoughts? Their thought are clearly visible to me eyes. That woman is crazy. She had gone mad. I wanted to laugh, but since I was doing an experiment, I could not break my silence. I have to wait. Can or will I be able to go back and change their thoughts about me? Would I even bother to want to explain to any of them that I was at a place in God, trying to stay connected to the Garden of Eden? No, as they would laugh me to scorn. What would I have accomplished? The answer would not be so simply. Their physical -ness would never allow them.

Tomorrow, I may see one of the same persons, seeking to complain about life's burden, and wanted my ear to listen. Should I then burden myself with listening? Would I want to leave the beautiful Garden of God to burden myself with his folly? Yet, if I were to say to him, Go to the Garden of God and there you will find answers to your burden, he would tell me that he is in the now, and I would never understand.

Yes, God desire that you prosper in having these things. You can even park that luxury car at the gate of the Garden of Eden. [But] do you intend on parking it at the gate and walking in? Or do you intend on driving it, right into the garden, next to God's feet? Will you say then to God, See! Here I am parked over here. Come sit with me.

I am not saying that if you own a Mercedes Benz, or a Lexus, or a BMW that you should get rid of it and get something else, and or practice walking. What I am trying to direct your attention to, is the mind of thoughts and how one can arrive at the Garden, and in the presence of God. There were times when Jesus did get into his friends Mercedes Benz and take rides, whether for leisure of seeking a peace of mind, or when he needed a badly needed ride away from a weakening crowd. However, to arrive, you must be in the Garden with God, and knowing when and how to et there.

Notice a very important events. That even as Jesus went into the garden with 'His' very best friends, he went off ~alone~ to pray , marking a very symbolic chain of events, as well as taking us back to remembering the first time that Lucifer got with Eve.

Eve was alone with Lucifer, and it was later that Eve approached her husband Adam with the idea, the 'implanted thoughts' of wanting to explore the unknown. Have you ever have a though, a great idea of doing something. You are so excited about it, only to go and share your wonderful ideas, 'thoughts' with your best friend, only to get your feeling hurt, your great news 'shot to the wind' so to speak, leaving you feeling worthless and stupid? That is why you don't take your friends advise on ~nothing!~

Were these two girls in connection with God and knew that they would die a death in a tragic car accident on the appointed day? How could they? Had they known, they wouldn't have gone out driving that day? Could they have put-off their appointment with death? Was their death the work of Lucifer? Was their physical death, the work of Lucifer? Was their spiritual death the work of Lucifer? Did God destine their calling or did they themselves choose their calling? Do we know for sure? Were they in the Garden with God, and therefore decided to stay? That is the question of the mind, of the spirit, of the soul, seeking the safety of God, seeking that peace.

I am alive; living and breeding. By my free will or at least I tell myself, that it was my own free will, that I woke up this morning and decided to go for a walk. Looking around, I saw another person walking. I saw a prostitute walking. She wonders to herself, why is that woman out here walking. Surely, she is not interested in my potential customers. Yet she sees me. The look on her face registered as in saying; "Should I a prostitute be ashamed?"

I spoke to the woman, by saying a simply hi, as is my greeting of acknowledge to anyone I passed by, in letting them know that I am aware in the spirit that they exist. Only exist, as I am not trying to judge then for anything else that what I see, a human being in the image of man. Did God place her in this town to become a prostitute, or did she through circumstances and events of her life place her here and as a prostitute? Is it my job to scorn her, and to tell her to get off the street? No, not unless the spirit is in harmony and God direct my thoughts into having such a conversation with her. Then and then only will she be able to accept the information. Until such time, I will walk on. However, my own mind tells me that should I ask her that question, of which two possible answers could come to her mind. This first been, "lady, it is none of your business, or the second, why did you ask, I need to earn a living. Do I have a right in my mind to ask her anything? Has my spirit directs that I ask her such a question, if any? While at the same time, do I have the right to cast her off as a useless prostitute?

Once I tried to count the colours in a rainbow. Actually, I tried to count the colours many times. The challenge was, that, each time, I count one change of colours and proceed to the next shade newer shades would popped up, leaving me to start all over. I would do that until the rainbow either disappear or I become distracted. Yet, I never get to finish. So the rainbow reminds me of the mind. More thoughts, more of God kept popping up.

I know that there are many of you out there who has done this very same thing. And no, we aren't crazy. Instead we are acting, as God our Heavenly Father would want us to act. This is one process; one way of how we learn to interact with God. This is similar to the way we go about when we take walks, when we sit quietly and read a book. When we can sit and look at the same beautiful photo in a magazine, even without uttering a word. The same manner in which we can state at a beautiful bird or a beautiful sunset. The same way we would sit and stare and look at a beautiful child of God. It is simple the Power of God, the Power of our mind at work within us. This is how e come to see the beauty in the things of nature around us: the fields of flowers, the beautiful birds that perched on a tree in a garden, the beautiful full moon; all things bright and beautiful that indeed God has created.

Each year fashion promoters create new and different colours so that it would be obvious to the fashion trend-watchers that the colours are old from the year or years before. Then placing an innate pressure on money-spenders, that it is time to spend more money and show the world that they are up to date with the world on fashion. Had man command their mind into knowing that the colours will make a difference in how God sees them or how man sees them. Does it matter, and to whom?