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THE CHAIRS

One day,my mother was in the backyard painting and rebuilding a few chairs that she found in the alley, I would be walking through the backyard to the garage and mother was glancing over these old beat up wooden chairs, I said "mom" she didn't like me calling her mom,she would always correct me saying  "I am mother not MOM" but I learned that the human brain respond to certain words rapidly and mom was a attention getter. I said to my mother you have money why not buy new chairs, in this brief dialogue with my mother as she glancing and visualise over the chairs,what the finished chairs will be. I couldn't see her visions with those beat up wooden chairs. a few weeks later we are sitting at the dinner table, I mentioned to my mother that I am happy that she took my advice and bought new chairs, she continued eatting not responding to my statement and when she was finished with her dinner she said...those are not new chairs.
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I was amazed that my mom made old beat up wooden chairs new again,it was not the chairs that amazed me, it was the visions of speaking them in to existence, she saw it, she spoke it and she did it. I thought on the power of faith, I thought on the power of imagination and if my mom have something in her DNA, I have it mine,(whisper: are we witches?..giggle) because I have brought some things in existence ( ghostwriter tears) I am not the product of my creation!!...I created something in to existence that just want die!...(ghostwriter upside down smile) you believe in the figment of my mind....my mom had a secret and as a young boy I watch and listen to the southern country girl eagerly awaiting to consume knowledge from her, she spoke to me in code and the silence of her not speaking to me sometimes had me wishing for mind reading lessons.. I saw a 1960 photo of my mother in a night club sitting at a table with my aunt and a man,my mom hold a cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in one hand..I said mom you smoke cigarettes!, I was a young boy at the time, and my mom repeatedly said "I" don't smoke, I show her the black and white photo of her holding the ceggerett, she said "I" don't smoke...I never for got that, my mother is the creator of me...she spoke to me in code when she said "I" don't smoke.(what you see is not what you see) it took me along time to figure that code out.
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(BIBLE study)
*exodus 22:18*  *ACTS 16:16*                 *Matthew 8:-28-34*  *Isaiah 29:4* 
*1 chronicles 10:13*  *1 Samuel 28:7*
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