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Tuesday 21 July 2015

THE SECRET OF MY LIFE


 
THE SECRET OF MY LIFE
(The gospel truth)

Whether its the hundredth time meeting this or first, it still worked magic for me and so can't help but share. What if I told you, by this same trick or lesson, I got practically every favour from people who had already disappointed me for same requests, would you then pocket your doubt and sit for it? Okay, what about I showed you, the dictum I had over the day to day happenings in my life, just because I applied this simple act of.... (hold on, its a multi million old lesson and I can't let go that easy). Did you know that, like my Brother Dr. Wiredu Kyei Bright said, we were not born to work like donkeys just because we want to be rich? Once I read an article online, which said to become successfully rich, first, ignore the advice of your mother. Don't accept the old fate, which said, money is not everything on earth, happiness is blah blah blah, well, that is some pretty piece of advice always coming to us in tatterdemalion pair of trousers and dirty cap to match. Like Marianne Williamson said in her A Return To Love poem, "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure, it is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,gorgeous, talented and fabulous. Actually who are you not to be?". So tell me, who are you not to be rich, we are almost always scared of applying basic lessons of life and nature, in our journey to self reliance and financial freedom. We are most frightened by our successes than our failures.

So today, like an angel sent from a corner in Heaven, I have come to tell you the same old sermon, but this time with much emphasis, in the continuation of A Return To Love, Marianne said "we are all born to shine, like children do, To make manifest the glory of God that is within us, is not just in some of us, its in everyone. And as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give others the permission to do same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others". You will agree with me when I sit here and tell you, that was a whole lot of wisdom there in the poem. So, before I come with my sermon, I would request that, you become born again. Born a new pattern of thought, change the mythos of old that said 'No pain, no gain. No sweat, no shirt. No work, no food. No school,no job. No cash, no wife.'

Once you have forgiven and redeemed yourself from the shackles of your mental slavery, open wide your palm, take a deep breath in and out, then wipe your face using your opened palm. Now, that is the first regular step to riches. It is in this position, the secrets of this BIG TURN THAT YIELDED ONLY SMILES are communicated, they consist of a severely disappointed heart, a tired life and a willingness to overcome at all cost. I will herein, use my story, the better to enable you appreciate in full, the secrets am about divulging, which I trust you will equally apply with hope. You may want to keep it with same strict caution that, you will only communicate when it works for you with same precautions as taken by me, never to speak it straightforwardly or naked, but always in suspense or periphrasis.

Now, by this length, only those who mean business are still reading, therefore its safe to undress this woman who only births favour, riches, authority and above all peace.
I am not coming from a well to do home, right from class 3, I have struggled to get my wants, my parents were doing their best with our educational needs and the rest joined the wants. I was also told to politely reject money offers, (Thank you Sire, am okay. Oh pls sire, am okay.....then we reject the 50p dash), that was my Mum's theories working magics in our lives. So, as a little boy, who was brilliant in school and everyone's toast, I had mates from rich homes befriending me. I visited their homes after Saturday classes and we played games on their large LCD TV screens. Don't blame me, right from infancy, I have never contented my status. I keep struggling to catch up, I have always been the rich boy in a poor home. While my sisters settled for a pair of shoes for the whole academic year, I managed to buy myself two or three additional ones. When they were okay with two course meal, I was enjoying three with elevensees and desserts. In high school, I was leading a group of rich boys and no one ever doubted my stand, until the very dying days, when I took one trusted friend home, he asked me too many questions about how then , I had lived that good, time didn't permit me to answer him proper but the little was "my environment is poor, my mentality is rich, therefore my being is rich". Still keep calm, the trick is unfolding.

Now, to the question you probably asking yourself, how did you make money then?....... I asked, for lack of better word, I begged. Oh yes, I was a beggar. Fortunately in my case, I wasn't stationed by the roadside with a disability. I walked on two feet, swang two hands, to their offices, in their homes and sometimes on phone. I would say, "Mr. Agyemang, I am in need of this amount and my parents can't afford it, would you mind helping please?", as simple as that, and the response "the system is hard oo, my children school fees and my wife is pregnant and my work is .... and me too ...Ghana and the world .... and Russia.." hahahahaha, I learned a lot of world history and finance issues by this act. I got so many disappointments that, it got to a point I made fun out of them, if I wanted to laugh, I would call and ask for money, then the person starts singing his troubles and I danced in laughter. The letdowns harmed my relationship with all those who couldn't help. Its either they felt too guilty to fraternize again or I felt too hurt to approach them once more.
Then THE BIG TURN, I read in a book somewhere in Junior secondary school, that, we must blame nobody but ourselves, take responsibility of everything that happened to us. That was the whole gospel, the whole secret. I visited all those who failed me and repeated these words, " Am sorry Sire, I have disappointed you and myself, I should have realized the economic hardships of today before approaching you for assistance, please forgive me and continue to smile with me", in some cases, I knelt down to show my remorse and in others, I did it with much humility,so I knew that,not only Job was humble. And the response this time after a day or two "Cliff, how are you?, meet me today, I have something for you", they came in multiples of the amount I initially requested.

Time rocketed and I grew up and didn't need money that way again, I needed to be a man, I needed favour for employment and favour for almost everything. And it worked again. After I was rejected in a job interview, I wrote a note to the head of the panel and I said "I am sorry, I gave you a bad time doing what you didn't want to do,rejecting me. I should have acquired all the necessary qualifications before applying, that way, we both would have been happy thereafter. However please consider me a friend and share with me the smile of your company when next you see me on the street, obviously searching for another job. I am sorry and thank you". Then, after a week, he called and asked if I was employed and I said nay, he replied, "we needed a spirit like yours, please see me first thing tomorrow morning" and I started working.
So the secret is, always blame yourself and accept responsibility, make the other party feel safe but never fail to ask, because you need more of the disappointments to earn a tired life and then the secret to willingly overcome at all cost. Like I said in the beginning, its an old lesson, but you never had it this way. Try it, and if it works, share but in the manner so described herein.

"GO OUT THERE, ASK FOR EVERYTHING, IF YOU ARE REFUSED, THANK GOD, YOU NEED MORE OF THAT, ACCEPT RESPONSIBILITY AND APOLOGIZE AND GET RICH, FAVOURS, AUTHORITY AND PEACE." ~~~Oppong Clifford Benjamin~~~

My first OBE (Out of Body Experience)


My first OBE (Out of Body Experience)

It was 6th March, 2010. It was the independence day of my country, Ghana and I had spent the whole holiday indoors watching the ceremony on TV. I stepped out briefly to have a tête-à-tête with a next door neighbour. Our houses were separated by a wall and we chatted over the wall. She was Dede. Dede was my partner in metaphysical sciences and we both tried a lot of things.

She was almost always quiet and self reserved. She was extremely knowledgeable. I jealous Dede's head. She was the first lady I tried telepathy with and she was my first tutor in meditation until I mastered the science.
It was forty five minutes past five that faithful Saturday, when the sun was about resting from a busy day. Dede positioned her head closer, and I knew she had something for me.
"Cliff you can try it one more time tonight", Dede said with much conviction in her eyes. "But I have done it so many unsuccessful times, how different is today from the last time", I asked with so much worry in my voice. It appeared astral projection was not meant for me. Or maybe I was too anxious?. Dede encouraged me to try it once more for the last time, and handed me a folded piece of white paper. "Good luck and all the best!", she wished me as she walked away.

Later that night around 11pm, I opened the paper Dede had given to me and I wasn't surprised at its content. That was what she did when we both were going to try telepathy. They were short notes she had prepared about soul travelling.
I laid very still in bed and everything in my room was calm except my thoughts. I battled so many sounds and thoughts in my mind. For once I thought of death, I wondered if my soul never returned to my body or if it delayed and my body was carried to the mortuary in the morning. Many funny thoughts were teasing my little brain. Suddenly I heard my phone rang and it was my mum, she had called to tell me to pray before I sleep, I was more frightened by the call. My mother never called me that late in the night, had she had some revelations about me. I didn't ask her why and said a very fallible good night to her. She might have sensed the fear in my voice.
I was terrified but I badly needed to experience some thing mystical. It was fun listening to Dede tell me her stories about the many times she travelled out of her sexy body. I needed this and felt this was my last chance. Dede had assured me of success earlier that day and I believed Dede so much.
Just when I could close my eyes, my phone rang again, and the sound awakened a certain panic in me. This time it was Dede on the other end of the line. She had called to wish me well and had advised that I tranquil my mind. That too was a science I learned from her.

It was 12:10am and the atmosphere was gentle. The wind blew in through the half opened window. And the curtains that covered the windows could be seen dancing salsa with the shadow of a trouser I had hanged on a nail in the wall close to the windows. I walked steadily to my mirror and I wasn't sure I saw my reflection, well whatever I saw was a mental picture. Finally I dumped myself in my bed and buried myself in a piece of blanket. I started to lull my thoughts. When I had gained control of that, I was able to calm myself. I laid down there motionless and I breathed through my anus.

I entered into my conscious 'sleep' stage, when I could see everything through my random access eye, though my eyes were closed. I focused on my breathe so much and made sure I didn't let go off my only chance of living.
Abruptly I felt very cold and something like electric jolts within my body, though it wasn't painful. I could sense the changes in my body, and my mind couldn't reason with the happenings at the moment. I just didn't understand what was going on in my being but I had promised myself that I was going to do this come whatever.
On the spur of the moment, I could hear voices, but I wasn't sure of who they were. I adjusted my sub conscience such that I could appreciate what was discussed. I heard a voice like that of Dede, she seemed to be giving me instructions and another on my right side was making comments.
I suddenly woke up from my sleep shouting Dede's name aloud. My cousin quickly dashed into my room and requested what Dede was doing in my dream, but I said nothing and she returned to her room.

Then again I forced myself to sleep and I could hear same voices. I ccouldn't feel them but I just knew they were present. I paid attention to that tiny voice and it was Dede, this time she sounded clearer than previously and instructed me to breath through my nose. When I did, my soul was fast leaving my body. I could feel some emptiness occupying me. Then fear gripped me at last, I stopped breathing through my nose and the soul fell back into my body. The other accompanying entity took the piece of paper Dede gave me and drew my attention to the number 8 item which read 'let your doubts evaporate with your fears, then breath faster through your nostrils'. I did and saw my soul leaving my body, but a tiny ray of light like a cord still connected me to my body at the umbilicus. Dede held my right hand and slowly pulled me towards her. Just when I was about getting off the bed, I turned to look at my lifeless body. I was smiling at it. I was so glad I finally experienced body and soul separation. But the greater part of the mystery was ahead, the travel of the soul.
I could feel Dede moving farther, she held on to me but I felt a sharp pain in my tummy like I have been stabbed right there. I forcefully gained my freedom after seconds of struggling with her. I then saw my soul entering back into my body and eventually gaining consciousness. I woke up from sleep and I was frightened to go back to even close my eyes. I went to the living room and watched DW tv till morning.

In the morning, I saw Dede and she was so amused. She teased me because I couldn't endure the pains of separating the soul from the body. And I have since then tried all sort of crazy stuffs with Dede, until we finally relocated and I left behind my Dede in body, but we occasionally met in spirit.
This morning, news reaching me from Dede's cousin says my friend, Dede, when she went to sleep didn't wake up and so she is dead. I am so scared, I have a feeling Dede is not dead, I feel she has travelled to some where very far and encountered evil lunar spirits. I don't know how to cease her body for a while. I am afraid they might bury my friend alive. Am so confused now, because I just don't know how to explain this complex story to her parents. I weep for Dede's soul. She is too young to die, she is not dead, I know and believe so.
What should I do?

Euphoric Sepulchre


Euphoric Sepulchre

Dry bones
A soul
A spirit
A grave
A party
Music and dancing

Wet eyes
A biscuit
A cake
A smile
A funeral
Mourning and dirges.

Barefoot To Success


Barefoot to success

I am walking down this mile
On naked foot without a smile
It is an abandoned dark road
And I am left lone with my load
A sack
In the sack
A dream
In the dream
A goal
In the goal
A plan
In the plan
A future
Heavier to break the suture

Here
No love
Or no time to love

Here
No blink of an eye
Or no time to shed tears

Here
No time
Or no day and night

Here
No weather
Or no rains or sunshine

Here
No feelings
Or no thirst or hunger

All I have known
Is marching on
No breathing
Or no time to rest

Faith they say will bring the light
Until then our fate is still in the tunnel

Haiku


 

A disc of yellow sun
Hiding behind dark clouds
In the twilight of the day.

A Cup of Future

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