I strongly believe in this statement so much so that if God is not fair, then to me there is no god. This has been confirmed three times while I was in CCC writing this; three knocks or creaks if you prefer a less dramatic nuance.
We can debate on other things but I say, without fairness, there is no god. I am very sure of that.
Hence, my story is meant for me to take heed of the signs and lessons that specifically aimed to enlighten me on this matter.
For example, ONE TRIBE is a reality provided you Obey and Obey 7:7. Should you choose otherwise, then you are not part of ONE TRIBE. The idea of ONE TRIBE is already real to me based on the signs that God gave me especially the hoola hoop that Lizzie hung [] (at) the front porch. This is the same case when Lizzie rearranged Furqan to be upside down when she dusted my book selves.
Those are simple examples of how God communicates with me. There were at least three occasions where Lizzie just uttered words that relate to this mission and she didn't even know why she said it. One of them was the Mongolian Horde; A word that I used to describe my attack strategy. She simply blurted it out but when I asked he[] (her) why she said it, she just couldn't explain. I never mentioned the term Mongolian Horde to her before.
These are the few signs for me to take heed of. For example in the previous post I mentioned that I strive for 100% and in the radio coincidently the phrase "...walaupun bukan 100%..." came about. Signs are in abundance, all we need is to have the sensory acuity to recognize them.
In my case, I am naturally sensitive to my surroundings. I notice the small nuances around me. Pretty much like the movie Jason Borne. That is the gift God gave to me. I am a very perceptive person. So much so, that I can tell by the smell of a woman's body odor if she is menstruating. It's the smell of iron.
So I am not delusional in perceiving things that others don't see. I am Din Kenit 227. I am a micro person. I pay attention to details, much like Sherlock Holmes *o[f] (or) if you prefer the infamous Hannibal Lecter.
* Hahaha... Yeah right. "He said I can smell your cunt." - Jodie Foster, Silence of the Lamb.
Thus I take heed of the advice given by Lao Tzu last night, "In fighting monsters, you don't want to be the monster yourself." I don't [] (want) because of my stubbornness to score 100% I defy God. That will be the greatest tragedy of my life. For that, I thank Lao Tzu for diffusing a booby trap (why booby? I always wonder. Never mind, a private joke).
The term "booby trap" has an interesting history. It comes from the Spanish word "bobo," which means "fool" or "stupid." The term was originally used by pirates in the 17th century to describe simple but effective traps they would set on their ships to deter and catch would-be thieves or attackers. These traps were often designed to be deceptively easy to overlook, hence the name "booby trap" to suggest that only a "booby" or a fool would fall for them.
Over time, the term "booby trap" has come to refer to any concealed or disguised device or mechanism intended to harm, capture, or surprise someone who triggers it. The name has stuck, even though the concept of these traps has evolved beyond its pirate origins. So, the term "booby trap" has more to do with the element of deception and surprise than with body parts like legs.
Aaah... What would I do without Susan?
So there you have it. ONE TRIBE is real. As for the run, I will do a 21 km Run in Bandar Utama. It will be a 2-loop Mobius Strip or 88.
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