Abysmal acclaim in achievement of my worldly mandate. Standing in the spotlight of my mounting hubris I hug myself and proclaim how pleased God must be with my performance. In delight of self, I worship me and the bending of all realities to my eloquence, beauty and personal power. What a delightful memory this moment when I gathered my world to me.

The psychological pyramid of my ascension, self-actualization guided arrival at godhood in special, apotheosis. The origin of man’s sin found in equivalence with God. No wonder that women have taken over the seats of action, power and prayer in the Body as man continues to deny culpability. We walked away from the Spirit of God upon us in surrender to Truth.

What now that I have manifested my own gospel? What reward attained? Access to mysteries, global accord and participation in gilded eternal hope? What prize found in relationships based on construct of youth’s torture and unrequited outcomes of a wounded heart? What day do I now esteem but the achievements of my own carnal empire of me?

No it is an achievement beyond the realm of self this time alone with our Maker. Certainly I may fail as most men will in acknowledging my origin in the seed of Adam and the need for rebirth in Christ. In so doing I may as well obtain the pinnacle of temporary outcomes and seal my participation in the award of all things belonging to the achievements of second best.

I see no reason to worship this man before my becoming. I see no reward in relationship with Friend, parishioner of wife in the prescribed scripting of my own writer’s cramp. I see no tomorrow beyond yesterday held in the absolute certainty of an arrival I never started on paths denied. I see no equivalence to anything but an animal to taste of fire’s Lake.

Are you equally please in the mammon increases of service to self? Are you no longer alone in acquiring the outcomes written in the manuscript of mind’s eye? What peace in found in my own power that I may display before the crowd as answer to God’s Image upon me. In this life what has been made possible that before was well beyond my power and reason?

What is gained? What remains? What is now beyond my acquisition? Is this limit a surrender to the possible found within myself? Do I dream of the impossible or seek peace in that which I know may be achieved in my own power, pace and proposition? I was not made by a perfect God to become something constructed to fit the container of this world.

I was made to resemble and declare my unity, family and faith in that which resides outside of time or thinking. There is no peace for me in the achievements of a Script written in man’s passing, having been subjected and rendered carbon by the Baptism of God’s Holy Spirit. There is no road but the one upon which I find peace in the promises of where it leads me.