I’m tired of people tell me how to live, what to do, what i can and what i can not have. I’m tired of people telling me what to believe in or who to believe in and how or why.
I can’t understand why people feel the need to tell people what to do in the first place rather than they don’t see things in life the same way . . .Even then why is their way right.
I’m tired of people enforcing their ROCK, curses upon me in order for me to adhere to their vision of life.
I like rocks. I RELISH the search over the surface of any angle the rock may have. I look for faces of any kind. I like what the rock represents to me, a picture if you will, in my mind. Like food, distance, color, time, Never anything evil. Then i ask what you may see in each rock. OH WAIT A MINUTE!
Never mind . . .I just realized while chatting to you that my little rock game is not a good thing after all.
As it turns out . . .I am indeed telling a fortune.[THIS IS WRONG]. The BIBLE tells us so.
Man, i was just having fun . . .Telling my player’s: You like eating white cake; You want to paint your house green; Wow you are going to go far away to get carrots.
Dumb stuff, nothing serious nothing death.
So what is the big deal that i play this little rock game?
I guess through-out History we have people born into brain problems, [of what kind], that is not important. Just the fact that a problem does exist in one’s said mind, is indeed the problem! These people WILL take my little game to heart and think and or wait for a reading to take place, getting disturbed.
In some cases this may be a cause of an early grave for the reader.
Not a good game, this Rock reading curse is well understood. Lesson learned.
THE THOUGHT THAT ROCKS CAN CAUSE DEATH.
Oh God . . .Forget i said that too.
WE have country’s that stone their people to death. I think i’m just going to quit the whole rock talk for now. Cookies anyone, i got creamed filled ones.
But i still collect and look for rocks, i just see the beauty in the features of each and every stone.
Should you come to THEDOGHOUSE, you may just say.
WHATS WITH ALL THE ROCKS