Everything’s Gonna Be All Right!



Everything’s Gonna Be All Right!

I know a lot of people are hurting today. I know this because I too have my ups and downs, my smiles and frowns, my trials, pain, heartache and sickness like everyone around. But because of my hard times, I am grateful, without them the great treasure of true love I would have never found.

But this entry is specifically for my dear friends, one, (you know who you are Sher Sher!) who I spoke with earlier tonight, and just felt like I didn’t have the right words to say. I hope this entry will say what needs to be said. To help lift up those who are going through truly hard times, those who have lost loved ones, who are ill, who cannot pay their bills, those who feel like there may not be a light at the end of the sad tunnel they find themselves in.

This entry is for all of you, you who I love so dearly, who I wish I could somehow reach down inside your lives and rip your fears, pains, shame, guilt, and sadness away. However, as much as I wish I could, I can’t. We all suffer from the cares of this world, but I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, every bit of our pain will seem as nothing when only the beauty of who we became is revealed and many are healed because of it. All I want you to know is…. every little thing will be all right.

Below is a simple poem I wrote years ago, I wanted to share examples of great and beautiful things that only come from adversity. I hope it gives you the hope you need, in your time of need. Because I promise you, even these hard times are paving the way for a life we never could have imagined, a life that is indeed a dream come true, a life we all will find.

But first, an old original song I wrote years ago. It’s called “Everything is going to be all right” sung by yours truly, and no I won’t quit my day job so don’t worry about me trying to go off and start a singing career. I just hope the below song and poem helps heal the wounds we have all recieved “in the house of our friends”. Jacob

Press play… listen and remember as this song ends, so too will your troubles. So have hope, trust that all things work together for our good, stand tall, be brave, and above all else LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! I hope you enjoy the song and poem:) Peace


GROWING PAINS

Where would the flowers be without the manure to help them grow?
Could they ever bloom without their seeds first placed in a deep, dark, horrible hole?

Can a sunrise be as beautiful, if there was never a dark night to rise above?
Can a relationship be as strong without parts of us that are hard to love?

If not for the suffering of the oyster, there would be no pearl left behind.
Laughter would not be as wonderful, if tears never first came to our eyes.

How could we become patient, if we never had to wait?
Could wine be as sweet without the smashing and squeezing of the grape?

Like the flower and its seed, we may feel trapped and believe we will never break free.
Like the sun, we may wonder when will be our time to shine.
We may feel alone because so many seem to hurt us all the time.

We may be sick. We may hurt like the oyster for the pearl.
We may have lost everything that seemed to matter to us in the world.

We may cry, fail, and like the grape we may be put beneath another’s feet.
But there is more to our life’s trials for our eyes to meet.

So hold on, you will rise, you will shine, you will finally be free.
We all have days like these, but these are not the days that will always be.
Your moment is coming. It is not as far away you as you have believed.
Life has been our teacher, preparing us, guiding us, and one day we all will see.
We may feel like a prisoner now, but because of it, soon we will all know what it is like to be free.

When a bad dream gets out of control we wake up because the suffering is to great for us to know. This is why we suffer, why we cry, why we endure, our present suffering are forcing us to understand that there is more.

You are not your body, your pain is not your own. These are like nightmares that aren’t really true but this you don’t yet know. But soon, even these sufferings will force you to wake up on your own. It is then you will see, you are God’s child and you will rule your life from God’s throne!

JACOB

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THIS IS FOR YOU WHO IS ME



THIS IS FOR YOU WHO IS ME

This if for you, the one I love, the one from above, who fell into hell and forget all was well.

I know now it’s hard to tell, as tears begin to swell, in this dark place you dwell.

But there’s a light from within, flip the switch and you’ll begin to see in this darkness that you’re living was your only sin.

I know your crying, so many lying, many in the place I used to be. But now I’m free to come and be who you need me to be. An extension of you, you see. Not different, not separate, not her or him, not he or she. There is only you in me.

Me in you, that is true. But there is nothing you can do to change, rearrange, or undo the hard times that have come upon you.

No magic ceremony, no mystical names can be shouted or touted, to teach you the lie from the truth. And all I can do is hope I’m getting through with these lines I’m now writing to you.

Thoughts, thoughts, swelling around, hard to track down the smile hidden beneath so many frowns.

“You’re no good”, “You’ll never ahead”, “You’re a loser, you’re better off dead”, “I’ll never know peace, I’ll always be broke.” Can’t you see these are the lies on which you choke.

You are your words, your words are you. You can be what you want be, you can do what you want to do. But you don’t believe that is true. You forgot who you are, my son, my daughter, I know it’s hard when you exist in a country that is far.

This place has erased your memory of me, which is really you, and you which is really me. This place has chased away your peace. This place where you find yourself to be, you molded and formed and created, you see.

“I knew that would happen”, “I knew I wouldn’t get that job”, “If I had a gun a bank I should rob”, “She left me, she’ll get hers, I’ll track her down and make her hurt.”, “He cheated, he lied, now he’s going to cry, I’ll show him how he hurt me, when I take my life.”

My child can’t you see, these words are not coming from you, who is me. You’ve believed you are something that you are not meant to be. You are gods, you see, just like me, who is you, who is me.

Life and death is in the power of the mind and tongue, fears and tears ignorantly forced on the young. Cursed from birth, creating the sad image of what you’ve become.

What happened to your life, my daughter, my son? What happened to rolling down a hill to just have fun, to holding hands, living life without a plan, laughing until your belly hurt? But now it’s only work, work, work, at a place that only brings you heartache and hurt. You can’t find the time to see that your job is but a sign of where you are in your life. Do you really believe there is no reason or rhyme, yet you choose to lose when victory in everything has been yours all the time.

My child, my son, my daughter, my sad friend, in the end, you’ll see, that you’re me, and I am you, together we are one and what you do to others, and what you have done, is the reason you have begun to crawl, and are too tired to walk, and because you feint when you begin to run.

Don’t live in the illusion, in the negative projection of what you have believed yourself to be. When in fact you are me, can’t you see? Close your eyes, look inside, that is where I hide, I, your true life.

The beginning and end, my son, my daughter, my friend, that is who you are in your country that is far. And when you wake up, after your hell shakes up the spirit within your mind. You’ll be still, sitting on a high hill, with the sun shining like it’s never shined before. And you’ll ponder the words, I’ve asked you to ponder before, the words you forgot were words that were actually yours.

You’ll say to yourself, after climbing out of hell, “I am Lord, I know this now because I am still.”

Peace, be encouraged, “all things are possible to those that believe.”

Jacob
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