It was answered this wee hour. That I am seated on the Kursi. No more doubt. I am God Almighty. So beginning today, I invoke the power to quit smoking. That is the meaning of Ayatul Kursi to me. It gives me the permission to do whatever I like. The first will of the Kursi then, is for me to be free.
I said it myself. The greatest thing that ever happened to me is the freedom from cigarette slavery. This is it, then, that freedom. To no longer depend on a crutch. To be free from the pitcher plant's poisonous grip.
Just like that, I no longer desire a smoke. Why would the Almighty God depend on a poison? The timing is perfect. I am 100% confident I can let go of the evil that man does to himself. This is the most evil ever imagined by man doing unto his Universe Within.
It is the right timing, too. Before I open the next carton. Let the carton be the last. A loaded gun. I sit on the Kursi. Surely I can look at a loaded gun and not pull the trigger.
The cigarette tastes horrible, and I struggle to finish the tail end. Now, only I can give permission to stop. There is no higher man fully functioning above me. I am it, the Almighty God.
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