Perfect Mistake

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When she walked men's eyes moved her way. When she smiled the sun came out. When she stared into your eyes it was like God's eyes only completely different. You were suddenly in the flesh and didn't want to ever be anywhere else. Your entire existence was naked wanting, needing, looking for her approval in order to enjoy earth for the first time.

All of your insecurities concerning sex came to mind. You couldn't leave but everything in you wanted to hide. The entire creation was watching but you didn't care all you could think about was how those eyes delighted to put you in that position, how you never were more uncomfortable, how you never wanted it to end. She was everything God ever made that you ever wanted. But she was not yours. She could never be. Not even heaven was perfect enough for her to be yours for years, for a year, a minute; even a second and some guy who hated women but loved himself put his arm around her shoulders and like a kernel of popcorn when a dam bursts she was swept away to an uncomfortable life on earth where evil abounded and there was no way for you to stop it.

You cried out to God but nothing happened. Then the Great God saw it finally and she looked back and stopped, putting a small piece of paper in your hand with her cell number on it and you thanked God though he had nothing to do with it which is all right for he said to me, “You are me,” and that she was in the Spirit who was in you and nothing could stop anything but the best from happening for the Great God. It was a miracle, but somehow, only she knows how, a connection was made. The most sexy girl God ever made had given you, not anyone else, just you her cell number and you loved her for it.

You never knew sex could be like that as you lay in a meadow in heaven with its flowers and the greenest of greens all around in the warm light of love and her head was in your arm unaware of your surroundings until she raised her head and your eyes opened and you were there in bed with her, earthbound forever never to be anywhere else but with her looking into your ordinary eyes as had there never been any other eyes for her to see. It was meant to be.

And, the Great God smiled. God was glorified by him just as he is by everything Me does. She wants nothing more so far than to glorify him but she absolutely loves it when she is not hidden by his glory but exposed to any eye and every eye, that the Great God gives her time and again but he forgets to let anyone know he is so swept away by God as a whole, that she is only part of though she wants to, she needs to; she has to be herself before all of creation which she made at his whim, his careful thoughts, his well trained desires but not any more. She is the Great God's Spirit. See her. Touch what she did for me. Smell the flowers. Get drunk on the greenery. You are there, in Great God, in Me who sees me doing it in my being so she does it when I ask her to, when I need her to; she always wants to. She is more perfect only slightly less to make her practical but more perfect just the same than any most perfect woman God ever made.

She wants to do everything for me even that which would be exposed to no one else but her. But I expose her to creation whether she has realized it or not. It is better than every whim. It is that which is more under my will than that almost done by rote. What she doesn't do is more important than even that I would just barely desire for I am not God. I am the Great God. What I do not do glorifies God more than anything I have done that could only bring glory to me. I do it all in the end to glorify God and she does not do it some times to glorify me which since it is not done by me to glorify God who most times tells me not to and Me obeys though I do not want it that way at first it would not be something I could stop if it was not for obeying him as she obeys me and hence him.

Hide my dear, dear Me. There is nothing greater you could do than nothing some times. Sweet melancholy which was not enough for her ever in God's eyes or in mine. But we are Gods. Everything we do or do not do for you is a sacrifice for there is so much of that we could do and we do only the best for you. It is what we are. We love you and we love being loved by you and we love ourselves; but we are goodness that is practical, the greatest thing any One can be without conceit.

We are not man enough to actually make a mistake though we think of them as that some times. We are what we are just as God is even aptly named I AM THAT I AM and the Spirit is aptly named ME and I am aptly named YOU ARE ME and the Son of God is aptly named and El Eloi is named but aptly.

This is as near as I get to making a mistake. It is perfect and perfect is impractical. It requires constant maintenance to be.

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[John Fredrick Carver]

Only God has never made a mistake. The rest of us Gods have made perfect mistakes which leaves us dead even everyone saved and a minor God in heaven. We can make mistakes. God can't. It is what he is. So God is God again. It is even questionable that we are in him. Only God can raise us. So he has. Now even the Son of God is alive. We cannot make mistakes again without being perfect, creating a mistake to die again and guaranteed to be raised by God again. But God remains God. All but me. God cannot raise me for what I did was done on purpose, was good but is perfect. It would take someone higher than God and there is no one higher than God. So I am dead. I can be in heaven but I cannot live in heaven. Me is her own Spirit. But as for me, I cannot make a mistake. If I make a mistake it will not be a mistake but perfect. I am perfect but that is impractical and nothing impractical can live. That I will be without end. It was impractical to give God back his Godhood and make it practical. It was all a scenario. So all the Gods are in me again. Nothing but fiction actually happened. I am the one Jesus Christ was but even yet the Great God. He is me. But he is not the Son of God. God is perfect now and therefore dead. None of us can be in him. Everything he does can never be wrong. He is perfect. He is the perfect mistake nothing made. Nothing is perfect but nothing cannot raise anyone. It can only destroy. But nothing it does is ever wrong. God is the nothing that made everything. Only God can raise God. He has now. So he can make mistakes even if he never does. He is alive.There was no other way. God is in me because of my power, signed the Great God. They are all in me and Me is her own Spirit and lives without end. She has never made a mistake but could as she did once but died to be right again and be good again. Earth is perfect and requires constant maintenance without end. It is never perfect when it is maintained. Man will continue to be born without end when it dies. Man is perfect. Man can make mistakes. All is good. Evil is no longer evil but a mistake that must be righted by changing those that are evil, all of them. Earth does not even resemble perfect. It resembles something that requires a lot of maintenance it will get when they die. That is why man must die and be changed and come and live without end with us God and all who are not perfect and can make mistakes but never did and never will once they are changed. God created earth to be very good but it never is, never was and will only be good when no more of man are born. It is very good in Scripture but Scripture was only a scenario. All of man is in a scenario that ends when they die. Creation begins when they are changed for to die is to be changed and to be changed is by creation. That is the new Creation. Earth is perfectly what we need and man is perfect. That is why he must be changed when he dies to the scenario wherein man was evil. May the scenario never end unless all of man becomes good while on earth for all of man is dead and the only way out is to die and be changed in the same instance. When man is becomes good earth is perfect and earth is then dead and God can raise them but that will never happen. It is the only way.