Masks

Wow! Everywhere I have turned, people are at still at odds about wearing masks.

One side calls the other potential murderers of old people. Another side professes rights and freedoms. So, I turned to the ultimate authority—God. Where do most Christians turn for answers, well to the Bible, of course, albeit, it is an incomplete book and at times aimed as odd influence. However, through the discernment, looking into our own hearts, we work our (the people of Earth) way diligently through worldly (define this) matters to determine what truths help us to grow closer to God, to have the best possible relationship with Him. Through scripture, through our hearts, and other divine words and tools (including dreams and visions). For I have had many.

We cannot be our own authority but we can express ourselves through free will. Since the advent of a dark force that has been fixed on causing division and chaos in our world, let alone our country—think deceiver—God has suggested that we turn inward, to manage things in our own temples because we certainly don’t control anything outside this temple. The worldly (ego) tries to make us think otherwise. Wives? Husbands? Do you disagree? Then, what in our righteous minds, makes us certain that we have the answers for someone else.

Please, do not offer free advice where it is unwarranted. Often, people do not come to the table fully informed and with compassion, but with quick tongue and intent on being right or winning the debate even if it means hollering, to express their opinions as though it greatly matters. I mean in terms of lives or life. In other words, allow me my right and privilege to be wrong.

Let me put it another way. I don’t have the answer for the person who calls me a potential murderer. I only have the answers for myself. And, the person who talks about rights and freedoms? They have legitimate concerns from what I can tell. Yet, their idea of rights and freedoms may differ from my own, and these may at times appear opposed. I do not think that another person can hold authority over another. In other words, one person cannot tell another what to do. Each person’s action meets its consequence based on a set of unique experiences—a series of events that unfolds for the lessons that must be learned in this incarnation.

That said, I will not fear what God has in store for me, well, for several reasons. One, foremost in my mind, is that death in whatever form, releases me from this incarnate form into another, I will not fear. (Research reincarnation, and different forms of energy). Call it God’s plan. I take on a different shape, and perhaps a different mission. That is God’s domain and desire. I did try to look up specific references to wearing masks in the Bible and didn’t see any specific guidance.

I do know how masks were used in some instances throughout history, upon slaves for example. They block identity, for one. In my mind, they are effectively a muzzle. They also block off air. I know they do not work. One because it says so on the packaging. Something to do with particle sizes of the unseen (microbiology). Plus, the process fails. They are worn intermittently by people. A store clerk takes it on and off while meeting and talking with customers. You cannot see anyone smile. You can barely hear them speak. Hence, the reason for lowering it or removing it. It blocks more than verbal communication. Most of how we speak to each other occurs through body language which includes facial expressions. They are injurious to us because they reduce oxygen intake. I learned early on in life that we need oxygen to help our physical functions work correctly, including thinking clearly. I personally think that masks are part of a spell—do I mean magic or stirring-a-cauldron type of magic? No, not really, but it is the suggestion that you are lesser. In a way, a person has submitted to this so-called order or mandate. It, in effect, is submission, but to whom or what?

Some people call it mandatory. It is not. There is no law of the land which says anything about having to wear masks. Those who enforce mask wearing and issue fines, well, they are committing to a sin, in my book, in infringing upon the expression of fellow beings.

Do not hate nor fear me because I refuse to wear a mask. If there are enough of us who submit, what is next? Will you blindly follow?

I also will refuse any vaccine. I had enough of those in the Army. Yet, it was my right to refuse them, I was told that would limit me with regard to career. Yes, this was an infringement against my rights, both personal and lawful, what I could say or do in defense of my own body (temple), but eventually God will hold ALL accountable for such trespasses.

Again, I don’t ask anyone to agree with me. But look deep into your heart, and ask if you are OK with yelling at someone to put on a mask, or take any other actions because it suits you, it is your desire, and perhaps you say, doing so helps you sleep better at night.

You can yell at me all day and all night long but what purpose does that give you, even when I won’t put one on. Force me, over my dead body. Yes, you will have to kill me for this to happen. So, again, I ask your purpose. Look deep into your own heart for answers that will help you. And for those of you who call yourselves Christian, reexamine what that means if you have ever doubted certain actions and words.

Published by: frankmarquezwritings

I'm a writer, and have been for most of my adult life. Without making this sound like a resume, I wrote creatively in college, dabbling in poetry, short stories and play writing. Later, I became a journalist, public affairs specialist, copy editor and eventually a guy who ran his own newspaper. Now, I'm back to letting my imagination run wild in some new creations including a science-fiction novel. Somehow, I also managed to teach English to high school kids, and roam the battlefields of Afghanistan as a field historian. Field historian may be a misnomer considering all I did was write abstracts summarizing military unit profiles and missions that included hundreds of interviews of troops and contractors in combat. I grew up in a small town called Gering, Nebraska, before escaping to Pomona, California, where I spent my last two years of high school, graduating from Ganesha High School in 1983. I have a Bachelors in English from the University of La Verne (1987), and a Masters in Education from UNLV (2007). In between, I worked for government - the Army and TSA. I served tours in Panama, D.C., and Tokyo, all thanks to a teacher who encouraged me to see the world before I settled down. As hobbies, I run, hike and bicycle long distances. I have also been known to surf and ski. I now live in my hometown after moving back in June 2015. I get to see family on a regular basis, breath fresh air, and not have to ride the D.C. metro or get stuck in traffic. In fact, I ride my bicycle whenever I can. I'm happily married to my wife Lisa, and we watch over a pack of fur babies, our dog Charley, and three cats Spike, Bootsy, and Franky (his shelter name). If you should ever visit me in west Nebraska, be prepared to feast your eyes on paradise.

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