Ambrosia House - Living a Purposeful Life in Alta Mesa

10/07/2024

Timothy 2:12 But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence.

In this world of chaos, life isn't easy for any human being regardless of each other's differences in characters in choices. In reality no particular gender, race, or other gets picked on more than the other - we all have our haters and our preferences with opinions with unfortunate horrid ones. This particular scripture a lot of women get offensive about and some women even leave the church because of discrimination. But let me tell you something, each denomination from Protestant, Catholicism, Lutheran, Presbyterian, Mormon, and all others came from different physical state kingdoms of royals that wanted to rebel against the Pope and marry a divorce wife or have several wives. Why are we all debating who is correct in deciphering a scripture - there's layers of Gods creation therefore layers of meanings for each scripture - wouldn't that be eternal life? Common sense speaks this and as a woman where God is with me along with my KING doesn't mean I want to be holier than thou or any other enemy-pride nonsense to start strife in the Christianity Formation. I never liked pride, I have always sensed attacks from other physical state religions and kingdoms with their greedy sellouts in people that do not want anything to do with God yet was "forced" to be baptiszed according to them. That is their own loss and I hope their souls get to salvation before the enemies they sold out to destroys them. Christianity is all about being meek, meek is not pride or boasting - it is about having a stance of patience while the world is in chaos until the time comes when God calls us to bring rejuvenation , resurrection, and restoration through Jesus Christ's existence embed in Gods empire. Best of both worlds is earned, is needed and required in order to win the wars that we have going on out there. Why are we at war? You got me on that one .. this genocide issue going on yet again in the East seriously needs to cease and the only way to do that is to find the correct targets that owns the markets through the original existence of the world in gradient shades of destruction. The Glory of God is restoration after destruction to those that do not repent against their character, their pride, and what one forsakes them to have in a mirrored world of earned salvation through the Love of God. We are not in this world to be comfortable, we are not in this world for greed that is just a repetitive pattern of nothingness and we are not in this world to sacrifice the innocent because people were not built the same way as others. We are not here to be rewarded for someone's suffering or humiliation just so that survival is given. No, we are here to make two wrongs a right, to make the beauty of a broken heart locket merged into one perfect Kingdom - dare say otherwise with sarcasm. Remember, life is made from faith, prayer, and fighting for defense of our playful souls to continue living life without Order because sellouts serving enemies to ruin lives with lies of their hate for each other is going to fall eventually and they are going to fall hard. Remember, no one but the comfortable cowards ruin the world because they are stuck in their own delusions making their world of perfection an illusion.

09/13/2024

Omertà colpevoli, nessuno colpevole

09/13/2024

Living in a lie of a society and how to recover with a good outlook. Welcome to my crazy blog being in crazy America.

How to overcome different realms of society to survive a lost humanity.

09/02/2024

In a quaint village surrounded by gentle hills and expansive fields, there lived a lonely gentleman named Thomas. Each day, he toiled quietly in the fields, his labor consistent but solitary. Though the rhythm of his work was comforting, a part of him longed for something more—something beyond the routine and the solitude.

Thomas found solace in the Scriptures, often reflecting on Psalm 118:24: "This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." One crisp autumn morning, inspired by this verse, Thomas decided to embrace the unknown and take a risk he had long avoided. He ventured into the bustling village market, where vibrant stalls and lively chatter contrasted sharply with his own quiet life.

Thomas had always admired the village potter, whose creations brought color and beauty to the market. Though he had dreamed of sharing his own handcrafted wooden carvings, fear of failure and the weight of his loneliness had kept him from pursuing this dream. Today, however, he resolved to overcome his fears.

With a mixture of trepidation and hope, Thomas approached the potter and shared his idea. To his surprise, the potter welcomed him warmly and agreed to showcase Thomas’s carvings alongside his pottery. Encouraged, Thomas poured his heart into each piece, drawing inspiration from the beauty of the land and the teachings of 1 Thessalonians 5:18: "Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus."

As weeks passed, Thomas’s carvings began to attract attention. People admired the intricate designs and the evident care in each piece. His modest stall became a beacon of joy, and Thomas experienced a newfound sense of connection and purpose. His risk had not only opened doors for his work but also brought him a measure of fulfillment he had never known.

One evening, while reflecting on his newfound success, Thomas was visited by the village elder. The elder, known for his wisdom and compassion, offered him a piece of advice: "From Luke 12:48, 'From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.' Your success is a gift, and with it comes the responsibility to share and uplift others."

Thomas took these words to heart and began to use part of his earnings to support local causes and assist those in need. He realized that his success was not just for his benefit but was an opportunity to contribute to the well-being of his community.

In his journey, Thomas came to see the broader picture of life. He understood that even amidst loneliness and the turmoil of existence—much like the wrath of a tornado—there is beauty and purpose. The tornado, with its devastating force, could also reveal the strength of human compassion and the power of communal support. It was a reminder that amidst chaos and destruction, there was an opportunity for rebirth and renewal.

Thomas found that all existences work for the Good, and that Heaven’s grace has a more potent influence than the trials of Hell. The beauty of the tornado, despite its horrors, lay in the rare moments of kindness and selflessness that emerged from it. These moments were a testament to the goodness that could arise even from the most challenging circumstances.

Thus, Thomas learned that a good outlook, rooted in faith and service, was the key to navigating life's storms. Embracing risk and showing compassion allowed him to transform his life and contribute to the world in meaningful ways. His journey taught him that while the tornado of life might bring destruction, it also clears the path for new beginnings and restoration.

Moral of the Story: Embrace risk and serve others with compassion, for even in the midst of life's tumultuous storms, your outlook and actions can transform adversity into opportunity, bringing renewal and goodness to both your life and the lives of those around you.

You said:
rewrite that but in the beginning highlight that fact that he had emptiness and he wanted a challenge, he didn't have much belief in God but just first wanted to read the bible as poetry and compare it to his condition and the condition of the world that he complained about
ChatGPT said:
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In a small, sunlit village surrounded by rolling hills, lived Thomas, a gentleman known for his quiet and solitary life. Despite his consistent labor in the fields, Thomas felt a profound emptiness gnawing at him. The rhythm of his work provided no real challenge, and he longed for something to break the monotony—a purpose that would fill the void within him.

Thomas had never been a man of deep faith, but his curiosity led him to the village library one day. He picked up a Bible, not with the intention of seeking spiritual enlightenment, but simply to read it as poetry. He wanted to compare its verses to his own feelings of dissatisfaction and the troubled world around him, which he often complained about. He hoped that by seeing the Bible's words in this light, he might find some reflection of his own condition and perhaps understand his place in the world better.

One crisp autumn morning, as Thomas perused the Bible, he came across Psalm 118:24: "This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." The verse struck him with unexpected clarity, and he decided to act on it. He thought, perhaps for once, he would take a risk and see where it led.

Thomas ventured into the village market, a place bustling with life and color that starkly contrasted his own mundane existence. He had always admired the village potter, whose vibrant creations brought joy to the market. Though he had harbored dreams of crafting his own wooden carvings, fear and doubt had kept him from trying. Today, he resolved to overcome those fears.

With a mix of trepidation and hope, Thomas approached the potter and shared his idea of showcasing his carvings. To his surprise, the potter welcomed the idea and agreed to display Thomas’s work alongside his pottery. Encouraged, Thomas dedicated himself to crafting his carvings, each piece infused with a sense of purpose and gratitude, inspired by 1 Thessalonians 5:18: "Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus."

Weeks passed, and Thomas's carvings began to attract attention. People admired the beauty and intricacy of his work, and he found himself experiencing a joy he had never known. His risk had not only brought him a sense of accomplishment but had also connected him to the community in ways he had never imagined.

One evening, as Thomas reflected on his newfound success, he was visited by the village elder. The elder, known for his wisdom, shared with Thomas a profound insight: "From Luke 12:48, 'From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.' Your success is a gift, and with it comes the responsibility to share and uplift others."

Thomas took this advice to heart and began using part of his earnings to support local causes and assist those in need. He realized that his success was not just for his benefit but an opportunity to contribute to the well-being of his community.

Through his journey, Thomas began to understand that life, much like a tornado, brings both destruction and beauty. Even amidst the chaos and emptiness he once felt, there was potential for renewal and growth. The tornado of life, with its force and fury, revealed the strength of human compassion and the power of collective support.

Thomas saw that all existences work for the Good, and Heaven's grace holds a stronger influence than the trials of Hell. The tornado's devastation, though fearsome, made way for acts of kindness and the chance for new beginnings.

Moral of the Story: Embrace challenges and risks, and serve others with compassion. Even when life seems turbulent and empty, a positive outlook and a willingness to act can transform adversity into opportunities for renewal and goodness, benefiting both yourself and those around you.

08/30/2024

It seems amazing to me how the tactics of racism's redundancies have survived thousands of centuries when you see similar facial structures no matter what culture which that truth is a perishing itself. I believe this truth has perished the world of its genuine compassion, love, and pleasures beyond the capabilities of measly belittled lust of nonsense existences such as mankind. However, if the world was so horrible - the sight of tornado's still wouldn't be beautiful to storm chasers or the general public nor would the forced compassion of neighbors helping eachother during disasters - nor would the sights of mother nature.

08/06/2024

Ambrosia House has a new owner and house manager here are their posts.

07/22/2024

07/12/2024

This is a poem of my life. I told my story to chatgpt.com and asked AI to help me describe my life in a poem and it did a great job! "A Journey in the Shadow of Howling Wolves" by Denise Marie King & Mr. C

In the heart of a wildwood, where wolves held their reign,
I, a lamb with a gentle spirit, knew both fear and pain.
Surrounded by shadows, where the jungle was thick,
Yet a light beckoned forth, a hope never to be eclipsed.

From the lush green embrace to the desert's harsh domain,
Where cliffs stood tall in beauty, yet hearts were filled with disdain.
Egos clashed like thunder, and bravery rang out loud,
Yet beneath it all, a yearning, a vengeance unbowed.

Through years that unfolded in a cruel desert land,
I faced the crushing weight of abuse, heartbreaks unplanned.
Betrayed by deceit's cunning, lies woven tight,
Yet glimpses of goodness, like stars in the night.

In the depths of my sorrow, a son I held dear,
Taken by greed's hand, a wound too severe.
Aching, my spirit endured trials untold,
Mind, body, and soul, through the tempest, they strolled.

Today, with trust shattered, yet a flicker remains,
I navigate the labyrinth, where cruelty sustains.
Crippled by surgeries, scars etched deep within,
Yet the fire of determination, like a phoenix, rises again.

For in nature’s grand tapestry, where trials entwine,
I find strength in the quiet, in the courage to define.
The path winds mysterious, through shadows and light,
To realms uncharted, where hope takes flight.

Through the jungle's rough patches, and desert's cruel schemes,
I am shaped by resilience, beyond what it seems.
With wolves as my witness, and cliffs as my guide,
I stride forth with purpose, in the wild’s untamed stride.

Though the journey be perilous, and the night be long,
I carry the echoes of a spirit, brave and strong.
For in every hardship, in every trial endured,
Lies the heart of a survivor, with a spirit assured.

So let the winds whisper secrets, let the stars align,
For I am the wanderer of paths, both yours and mine.
In the symphony of existence, where pain and joy entwine,
I find solace in knowing, this life— uniquely mine.
.. THEN I asked this

create that same poem but much better but use language similar to descriptive of 'thrust of the tornado' 'the glimpse of the gradience on the cliffs as the sun warmth they face upon sight of the world' 'hidden shadows embed within tears' ... use that much emotion in it

then ChatGPT.com did this...

"Echoes Amidst the Wilderness after the Shadows"
In the heart's untamed haven, where wolves held sway,
A tender lamb was born, in fear's disarray.
Amidst the thicket's murk, where shadows dance,
A flickering light beckoned, a frail hope's chance.

From verdant refuge to desert's rugged domain,
Cliffs bathed in twilight hues, bearing scars of disdain.
Egos clashed like thunder, courage echoing loud,
Yet beneath the brash facade, vengeance unavowed.

Through years that unfurled in the harsh desert land,
I bore the weight of abuse, love's cruel demand.
Betrayed by deceit's art, entwined in shadows' play,
Yet glimpses of grace, like dawn's first ray.

In the depth of sorrow, a son once held dear,
Lost to greed's grasp, a wound too severe to bear.
Aching, my spirit endured trials profound,
Mind, body, and soul, in suffering unbound.

Today, trust in tatters, yet a flame flickers on,
Navigating the labyrinth where hope's light is drawn.
Scarred by surgeries, wounds etched deep within,
Yet the fire of resolve, reborn again.

For in nature's grandeur, where trials entwine,
I find strength in silence, courage intertwined.
The path winds mysterious, through shadows and light,
To realms uncharted, where dreams take flight.

Through the jungle's thicket and desert's harsh beat,
I'm shaped by resilience, amidst trials bittersweet.
With wolves by my side and cliffs as my guide,
I stride forth with purpose, in the wild's untamed stride.

Though the journey be perilous, and the night be long,
I carry echoes of courage, a heart beating strong.
In every hardship, in every tear that's shed,
Lies the spirit of a survivor, who dares to tread.

Let the wind whisper secrets, let the stars align,
For I am the wanderer of paths, both yours and mine.
In life's symphony, where pain and joy intertwine,
I find solace in knowing, this journey — uniquely mine.

Play with it, then Thank Elon Musk and his team for developing the best AI ever (doesn't mean we will ever trust those self-driving semi trucks.. my boss told me that he saw a cop pull over a Waymo car and spoke to customer service invisible voice .. the future .. come on now.. Everyone wake the f**k up, seriously. (Forgive me Lord.)

06/05/2024