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    Death and Decisions

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    Jesus wants His People to become perfect.

    Let's break this down to where our thoughts see perfectly, at least guide and steer it to ascertain the who how and why.

    A Crafter created angels what are spirits to aid the Crafter in whatever the Crafter desired to be done. He created a helper to aid.

    Each spirit has their freedom, free will and endless time. These spirits enjoy a grandeur, are joyful, at peace, bursting with light from within.

    A Crafter brought forth from his pool of fine products, a soul which has a spirit, a slightly different, but new creation. Out it came, there it is! look it's ready to be placed in to clay.

    A man is born.

    The Crafter gave to this new creature, the ability to reason, rational thought, the ability to grow it's understanding to arrive at a high level of thought to perceive, to witness, to think,
    to conclude, to summarize, to penetrate with thought the minds eye, to imagine and create new thought to arrive at a higher conclusion, elevating his understanding
    to come to a more defining perfect thinking to view something as simple as a flower with it's intricacies, lines, colors, to reveal to his mind what it sees. Definition.
    Visually. To visualize. The mind must see. That's how it works. It must conclude by thought which at times are inconclusive to bring to a fuller understanding.

    The thought must become a visual in the mind, in some form. A trail of, pieces to build to something perceived already or to become something new.
    We must see it and then capture it. Today to capture something there are cameras, printers. What man sees with his eyes and what man has written to view.

    The convenient ones he likes, the inconvenient ones he shuns, and disregards, tosses aside or reserves for later. The ones he understands he may keep them, and seeks more knowledge to know more.
    What is available to be understood. Overload happens, because there is simply an infinity out there. The mind becomes tired there is too much.

    Thus man is given this rational mind to come to conclusion to gain complete understanding at least that is the goal.

    The Crafter is generous and allows man to learn so man can grow his knowledge and understanding to understand the Crafter and the reasons for the man's existence.
    The Crafter not only crafted the dwelling, the land, but also crafted seed to fill and other quadrupeds as companions for his life.
    The Crafter provides the man nutrition from the land, water to quench his thirst, food to appeal to his taste as well as nutrition to sustain.
    The Crafter sprouted vegetation, natural resources called trees, flowers, plantings of all kinds and categories to give good sight and thought, for joy.
    The Crafter is peaceful, kind, loving, generous, gracious, good natured, and has an endless Bounty for the crafted being.

    The man was given life, and given what is necessary to sustain that life granted.

    If the man wonders off, he leaves the food and nutrients, begins to wither becomes, malnourished, starves, has to return to the place where all is prepared for to sustain
    the man's life.

    The Crafter teaches, gives to man which was crafted to receive and grow his understanding. The Crafter supplies all concerning the well being of the crafted being.

    Many say dependency today, to be independent. But no one is really truly not dependent. If there were no plants of a kinds, animals to kill, water to quench, then
    all would die. Rot.

    The ignorant says, to be independent. This is Satan, a twisting of truth. Man without the Crafter simply would not exist. If the Crafter decided to cease plants and animals,
    water and sunshine, the man would die physically. His soul would continue on endlessly without end.

    Thus the ignorant, who doesn't use the rational thinking to perceive the roots of existence, lives in ignorance and dies in ignorance. The appears with it's soul to the Crafter
    who then asks why have you been ignorant?

    The ignorant is entertained by other thoughts which it was allured to. Always a lure. The crafted being, unwise to the roots of existence, wonders off starving, malnourished.
    Malnourished in thought, the understanding is incomplete, has not enough. Has the wrong idea of existence, of it's creation.

    1 Created
    2 Created by He who provided everything to sustain the creature.
    3 Given knowledge to seek after the correct one that brings good fortunes and endless existence the only way it was supposed to live. Which if it departs from this, it dies living in a void
    tortured.

    Free will, time. The Crafter has every available means to sustain every faucet of the created being. If it does not remain and use the good it was given, it dies.

    A plant dies if water and sunshine ceases.

    The being dies, in two portions of it's life: his body and his soul.

    The Seducer wants to kill this being, and claim a dead being, filling up his kingdom with carnage.

    Hell seeks to fill up the abyss with dead beings where no true Life exists, but beings dead and existing in a tomb.
    The abyss is a tomb of great proportions of dead beings.

    The Crafter has provided every means necessary to grow the intellect to be wise, grateful, loving, at peace, with good will.

    Death is not having the Crafter robe it with Life, through and through. Life.

    The Crafter created a garment for the being called the soul to be robed with. Thus the Master Craftsman.





    Peace be with you always


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