What is destiny? Continuing with the story.

After God, your god would have said, "Kill them all," and they went out in search of them, to do just that to them; kill them, all of them. But after they came with trickery and would have trapped the people, his very own beloved people, mi pickney, you even. They'd trapped you into sparing them, too, no? No. Well, if you say so, Dell, I'll go. After those things, though, like, after they were to find out later what had happened, why couldn't they go back and fix it, often? You know the story, don't you? Go, and read it, go read Joshua chapter 9, there's a hint for you there, on those lines.

Their very own god (it would seem) would not allow them to undo that mess. Then those same people were to become a snare to the people? well, I guess. God's very own people, and without rest, from then on, and even until now, well maybe, but they could not and cannot seem to be able to do anything to change that situation fact. They were not allowed. Not even via the same method the tricksters had used, to make them bow to the noose, and borrowed, from them that day. Destiny, or what? Whose destiny was that? What was the original intent? Which of the two scenarios was predestined for them? Which of them was destined to be so from the start, by the great god of art, at its inception? Or from when those commands were first given to you on the fork, to start and digest them? Am I allowed to nyam? I mean, ask. Am I allowed to ask? Like, really?

My dad and mom wouldn't have had a problem with it, like, with me doing just that? sit, sit. Yes. That's it. That which you said I did, that had invoked your fury. How did you become so important to me and my life, in the real scheme of things? Like, with the wife, and in your mind?

My dad is gone, too soon, I'd say, went before I could even get to pay him back with the rod, you know, like, the same way he'd laid it across my back that day, long ago, "Oh, my dad. But even before he up and went, I'd forgiven and loved him with such reverence. And Mom? She thinks the world of me, much more than she ought to be, and the evidence of my indigence is piling up high for her to see. Yet, my mamma loves me, and would not have found any reason to react and treat me as you have treated me this very day. And for what, because of writing a book, away?

Why should you test the spirits and the gods? If everybody were to say, "I'm right," and the other person or the other group is wrong. Or, even if they should say, mine is the right way. It would seem to me to imply that all of the others are wrong ways, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it be far more likely that all of those "ways?" Including but not limited to, yours and mine, and those in the doorways, even? Wouldn't it be more likely that all these ways are indeed wrong than for all of them to be right? If that is true, isn't it incumbent upon every person to examine closely and carefully what they are believing in? Before heading in to do it, and sin?

What if, after those examinations, one realizes that what one believed to be right for all this time was, in fact, wrong? Should such a person continue in the wrong, just because she has been doing it that way for so long, like, all her life? Or should that person then contemplate an about-turn, on that very night? Didn't the lord (in the Bible itself) ask the people to examine, reason out, and consider things? To bring forth their strong reasons, and such the likes? (Isaiah 41: 21.)

Didn't that entreat designed to get them to change from one way to another? Change from how they were going, and start going another way down the line, to go in another direction, and go and find? Like, ways to start doing things differently? If so. Why then are these people so afraid of change? Why such a great emphasis on how things used to be for them? This would seem to imply that some changes have already taken place as it is, and those changes were not so much for the good of seeing the pigs.

Or maybe? Perhaps it was not to their liking, more or less like the Viking. If that is also true, isn't a change back to where we once were, or where we ought to be? Wouldn't that be a logical "next step" for me? Wouldn't that amount to some form of change to get them the vex texts to read? Such irony, though. The opposite should have been so, like, true for you and folks like you; for people who are in the business of converting sinners into becoming saints, like, brand new. But what do I know? Nothing. That's why I go a-searching, seeking out, cursing sometimes, and examining things. Peradventure, I might learn and discover a thing or two, or even three. Discover some worthwhile stuff for me. Am I even allowed to ask these things, even via texting, three?

Imagine a song and then begin to sing along. Well, if you want. Or start asking some "what if" questions, like. What if there? What if there were no magic, just logic? No spirituality, or even deity, but rather, just wit and common sense, as in the Eighties? What if folks were to start taking a commonsense approach towards things, what might the outcome be like? Can we imagine, for a brief moment in the night, and think about these things?

I never did know much (not that I know now either,) but? I knew enough to have known that I'd found purpose, possibly my true purpose in life when I'd stood up, acted up, and spoke up, then I saw the people's reaction to the shakeup. Priceless. There are some things about me you see, like, I don't like the clinging, so I went ahead and damaged the stringing. While they're dancing to the songs you're singing, I will rise, and I'll take to the skies, because these wings of mine were made to fly. And then again. They seem to think that it's their God-given right to beg, so they come to you and your door saying: you know I don't come to you a lot asking, but I want to ask you now, to give?

What kind of people do those kinds of things, to live? Maybe it's because the megachurches are doing it and seem to be doing alright at doing it. It means that everyone should be doing it, including you in it. But you're not them, you're not mega. You probably should have and could have been, more than just a beggar. Or to become, if only you knew how to do it like them, mi bredda, son. But what if it means that you have to show concern for the few, the ones and twos you already have, before you're given the more you seek?

Or more like, if you want to get the many you crave, first, do this. What if you need to learn how to care for the few you already have before you get to get to the many that you crave? People don't want to feel like they are there only as numbers to prop up and feed the beast, the one with an insatiable appetite, like this. Then when they're in trouble or are found to be in need, in a situation that could have been easily averted with proper instructions to feed. Like, teaching, guidance, how-to instruction, oh please, forget that one. Those that they never did get from you, Batman.

Probably because you didn't have it to give, and the god or religion you were peddling wasn't real, therefore, she didn't know it herself, nor did you, or any of the above, but now, chew. Do you think that you have done well? Do you think that you could have done better than you have? Now the chickens are coming home to roost (meat to the hogs.) Are you willing to let her, then go ahead and bed her? Are you even thinking at all, or is that too much to ask of you? Who does those things anyway? What kind of people are they? I don't know what to say about them, they. And about how some of us happen to behave, or more like, misbehave.

We love to talk about blessings, what blessings? What blessing is this when the very best of us have to leave the place of our possession, to go a-messing, with thieves? Out of our birthplaces, our birthrights too, to go into the other man's territories, and work off our shoes. In those very places, he would have appropriated to himself at the expense of those other people. Including, but not limited to, people who were the same as you and me. Then bring the very best of you and me to come into their place and build it up, for them, and you gladly go calling and calling it an opportunity and a blessing. Whatever else is there to show, and there's no guessing.

While back at home, your home, and mine, our so-called leaders are there busily trying to get the very best of the rest of us, to follow the same route, there in line. With the hopes of getting your remittance money flowing back to them, behind. So that they may be able to continue in the pretense that they are really something; that they're relevant. Our so-called political leaders, sure are relevant, right? "Right." The day is coming though, a day when they (we even.) The rejected people and their children of the evening will be accepted when what they did will be accepted.

While the other side's works won't be. Even so, here's my question to yoah, all of yoah. These very people, this very church maybe, this very man, too, maybe. Is the status quo the way to goah? I'd say, "Hell noah."

Oh, wait, there's more.

Do you know something the other people of the world don't know? Are you now, or at any other time, better? Can you honestly say that you're living better than others? Have you been on par with them, at any time living well, living as well as the other people of the world are, and swell? Then tell me. Who taught you what you now know? The thing that you say or profess to know that others don't know. Who taught you those things? Did your ancestors before you know that very thing? How far back did they know it, and coming in?

How well did it serve them then, like, while coming in, and forward on from then? If you could go back in time ten thousand years or more and have the power to direct the course of your ancestors to shore. Would you have chosen the same path o'er, as they did? Based on the answers to those questions and the quiz. Let me now venture out and into the boat and nudge you at the task of asking another one of these. Just this once, please. Why are you so comfortable at the bottom of the pile? Why is it that, even though everyone else but you know, you're at the bottom; the tail, the hewer of wood, and drawers of water, are you, in detail?

Oh yeah, I know, that includes me too, now go to? You didn't have to remind me of that, boo. But why? Why do you go around thinking and acting like that, saying that you are the head? Do you know what the head looks like, though, Ned? My, oh my, just a few more of those silly little questions for the production line, Baby Generation, of foes. To be continued.

Note: Some materials from the book, may be omitted here, from time to time, this is one such time. But you can pick up a copy of the "Backsliding book," wherever book are sold, and get the full story.

WritingElk.