Reply to Where Is God? (by Michelle Dee) By Frankie Lassut

God is everywhere. God gives free will. We don't understand this, because it allows souls their agendas When planes crash, sometimes people die But what if contracts were finished? Millions starve on television screens What of the masses in their billions who allow it? All those masses need do is give 50p to charity collectors, and then they feel good...they've done something! What if the money goes in the pockets of the rich ... it usually does ... it's their will Armies slaughter thousands ... nay, millions ... But, we, in our thousands build the slaughter weapons ... and breed generation upon generation of soldiers ...

When floods and storms drown many, God is on the other side ... waiting for those who chose to drown everyone's always at free choice on many levels The body isn't you, the soul is you, the body is the spacesuit When one of his flock decided to leave, it's because he chooses to, and God has no say When the Jews gave their lives ... same thing The devil doesn't exist, disappointed kids danced in the school gym When the towers came down, that was free will of mentally ill people God doesn't judge, her love is unconditional God? God's everywhere ... Observing cranky behaviour that fills great history books, newspapers, and magazines ... all helps the real God, the ECONOMY.

Copyright Frankie Lassut 2008

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