Security Part Two.

I'm in the Post Office parking lot and my spirit says go to John 3...Water baptism has been heavy on my heart but I apologize not just any old random person will be immersing my being into water and symbolically be the physical representation of the doctor at my spiritual birth.

So...my spirit says go to this specific church. So instead of the plan I had for the day I did as the Spirit told me to do. I get there and ask to speak to their prominently known pastor. [Because I'm learning to speak at the appropriate times, I was writing everything on a tablet] They eventually led me to the lady...It's spiritually bananas crazy because I was given her name yesterday on one of my excursion rampaids (spelling?-who gives a fuck?). GOD IS BANANAS! Anyways, so I was asking the lady about talking to her pastor and we got into "talking" about baptism. Basically: she just didn't understand my spiritual perspective...and she asked to pray for me (I "said" no) and it's crazy because right before she laid her hand on my head I heard tongues and I was lead to place my hands over my ears. Then she went at it with the religious stuff. I can dig it but after she prayed she told me I was selfish and I was confused. After praying she got so impatient with me writing and she had this mean vibe about her. Im learning that it's not was goes into your body that defiles you but what comes out of your body that defiles you. It was crazy because the Word of God started flowing with the pen and paper then it went verbal.and she went to get security. I kept it as humble as I could but then when she started really contradicting herself I remembered the scripture "Zeal for my father's house will consume me" (i'm bad at quoting exactly where it's at but it's all sealed in my heart). She didn't even try to get the pastor and then when we "talked" about baptism she wanted to assign me a date! Tomorrow isn't guaranteed! What if I died on my way to the car? This salvation thing is so serious to me and every moment is precious as I continue to get my shit together. I may not have it all together, but I try my best to be respectful to every soul I encounter. I felt as if my soul was trampled and spit on and ripped apart by the hateful energies in the atmosphere.

But then this kind lady came and took me into her office and we "talked".

It's crazy because I could really feel the fruits of the spirit in her and she tried getting the pastor for me but he was unavailable. But I really felt a sense of completion after spending time with her and hearing some things in the atmosphere. and now it just makes me think of the times when I didn't bear the fruits of the spirit yet I claimed to know the Lord God Jehovah Elohim through Christ. But praise God that it's a process and we have to undergo a series of discoveries through personal events in order to bring out the true manifestation of the God Spirit through our flesh.