Photographs: Mind, Heart and Soul

Photographs: Mind, Heart and Soul

She sat at her chair.  Her desk so neat and clean.  Organized from one end to the other.  Why the hands in her hair and face down kissing the wood.  Photos and photos on the walls, shelves, and cabinets.  "Quit," she screamed.  "Let me be."  No photos moved.  All so still.  Images of loved ones gone to the Heavenly land and some young still years to go.  All so quiet.  Yet, the chatter.  Chatter to the mind, heart and soul.  "Live life to its fullest.  Grow up.  Be what you can be.  Grab happiness when you can.  Think of me.  Face the thunder and lightning of living.  The words of men sometimes go against the words of God.  Be 'more', 'feel'.  Don't forget your memories, but live your life."  All the chatter.  From this photo to that photo.  All non-stop.  Why not leave the room?  She knew they were right.  She knew she needed them.  For afraid of the world was she.  "Grow up for what.  It is so much fun being a kid.  Who wants to grow up?  Who wants to be 'more'?  Who wants to 'feel'?  For what?  I need no one.  I am me," she said.  "Grow up," the special photo said.  "Time for childishness is gone.  Silly is one that never wants to be 'more'.  I felt the fiery hell on earth; its heat and blaze.  Moving darkness with fear and fright any moment all in the name of country and family.  Live your heart, 'feel'.  Search for 'more'."  Oh, the other photo so mad, "Don't be 'more'.  Eyes of men and women and the words they will say.  Don't be 'more'.  Don't 'feel'.  The pain and hurt to get to the gate of Above Cognitive.  Do you want to be 'more'.  The journey so hard.  Thunder and lightning all the way."  The chatter, the chatter, driving her mad.  "Above Cognitive, the journey, to hell with him and Him."

From the seed of Satan within her, the Devil rose.  More chatter, more chatter.  Photos, bicker and bicker.  Fight my battle for me, the demons said.  As she pulled tighter on her hair.  Her mind knew the unknown if she went this way.  The loneliness she would always have.  Always being a child.  Others wanting to hurt her because of her goodness within.  The trust of a child.  Then, her heart told her to follow him.  A man he is of not a kind you ever knew, but loves you for you.  Faithful and needing of you.  What more, your needing of him.  "Fight it all you want," the special photo said, the image of him in her mind, the memories, "hate him with all your heart, but love him with all that same heart and 'more' for he will make you 'more' than any other.  With happiness to come."  "Happiness!" she yelled.  "What is so good about being happy?  I was happy so many times before and others hurt me so."  The other photo, "Right you are?  Don't trust him.  He follows his heart and feelings.  You need not that.  Happiness comes not with the journey to Above Cognitive."  All the photos felt God shake his head.

The soul the last to talk.  The soul, the least understood by man.  For the soul, the spirit of God within man.  The soul forever fighting the seed of Satan within man and woman.  The Devil and the demons arose from the chatter and the bickering of the photos.  Her mind and heart called forth the soul to save them from such evil, such temptations.  All the photos begged to be saved.  The past haunted her and created such doubt in God.  How can her soul call out to Him?  She understood not that the soul is part of God and so was hers.  God never left her and human weakness is Satan's friend.  God has always loved her and had faith she would find her way past her human weaknesses and call out to Him.  With faith, her soul called out, "God save me."  All the photos called out, too, "Save her for us.  We love her, so."  The special photo was so quiet after.  He knew God could only do so much.  He wasn't sure if she could stand up to temptations and herself.  She so much wanted to be wanted and loved, but she knew not people.  Thought she did.  He prayed her soul would awaken with God's spirit with such love.  The other photo had no such faith.  She knew the past and knew her child, but she prayed her photo would awaken her to be the real her she could be.  God rolled his sleeves and His spirit awoke her soul.  She could feel His strength, His love, and His faith.  Temptations, Satan, all which stopped her before, no more, the gate of Above Cognitive stood before her.  The key she sought.

No photos dare she of him, for fear she would be weak to her mind, heart and soul.  All the evils of her past she placed on him.  Only now with the new awoken spirit of God, had she found the truth.  She loved him.  No longer afraid of thunder and lightning.  No longer afraid of the words of man.  No longer afraid of herself.  No longer wanting to be a child.  Wanting 'more' and 'feeling' the world; 'feeling' the spirit of God.  Her mind energized to be more; to move ahead to be.  Her heart opened to happiness and him.  To 'feel' love and not just the words of man about love.  Her soul, bright and shining with its awakening to the truth of God.  And for more, to journey past the gate into Above Cognitive to find more truth of God.  Photos chattered no more.  Bickering gone.  All spoke to her through her mind, heart and soul.  All from the land of Above Cognitive.  Or, were her hands still in her hair writing the words of the story of the journey to Above Cognitive.  All alone.