Contemplations of The First century CE

My mind eyes have been expressively opened to the
cause of my repeated cases of intrusion by others on
my very personal space, in honest remembrance of a
question posed to the Son of Man in the first century
CE by one of the original disciples,” Peter”.

My Lord, how many times should I forgive my brother’s
Transgressions against me? The answer was an infinite
Uncontainable number, encrypted as seventy times seventy;
Meaning imperfection is our given disposition, not our given
Acceptable life style of self-expression, by virtue of our likeness.

For that which you beheld the Son of Man doing, so shall
You do; remembering the divine choices given to flesh of
true intelligent origin, made alive in the animated likeness
of He Whom seats in the center of realism's breath, just as
the Son; missing nothing, because of decisions given to us.

The actualized growing of our own inner souls, by our lifting
Up our brothers on a continuous basis; never tiring, because
Their life is in truth our own. In contemplative remembrance
Of the Son of the Most Highs transference here in the flesh
Physically setting the doable true pattern by his example us-wards.

My mind eyes have been expressively opened to the
cause of my repeated cases of intrusion by others on
my very personal space, in honest remembrance of a
question posed to the Son of Man in the first century
CE by one of the original disciples,” Peter”.