Sewer of the seeds of Addiction. Hear his voice in Elton’s words.
What are emotional coping skills? If I am in recovery my life is no longer unmanageable. Unmanageability comes like a wave from Hell, and Pandora’s box all mixed up into one kaotic life style. That is what the addict endures when they are in their addiction.
But what about Suboxone and Subutex? What about Methadone? Well these are options. Being on Methadone as a clear step up for any Heroin addict who has fought the fight and lost the war of dope sick. Plus addicts are broken by lack of endorphins. They suffer from birth unlike other people. Why? Many addicts have the God hole. It’s needs filled. God is the only One who can fix the addict. If Subutex or Suboxone is your solution you have no right to condemn yourself for not being normal. Let those who don’t know the addicts pain spend the day unmedicated.
“My Grace is sufficient for you, in weakness you are made strong”.
Enduring the war against $$ dope sick lands the addict in places we don’t want to remember. If you have a marketable body you could sell that and it doesn’t run out. But selling your body is its own Hell on Earth. Given men and their putrid ways. Granted there are upper echelons’ of prostitutes who make their own rules. But when the addict is desperate moral boundaries are crossed.
Then you have a problem called “apostasy”. The act of going against one’s own heart is how it used to be defined. Men & young men who war against the dope sick have skills. Stealing is their go to asset. Home invasion is their common practice. But no young man goes into a strange house with the plan of hurting anybody. At least most do not, we hope. Yet he walks into grandpa sitting on the toilet. Now he’s faced with the problem of identity. Will grandpa identify him? A mask is his only safe option in the home invasion scenario.
Shoot out the cameras! Screams his partner. Get the video tape! Get the usb! Get whatever is recording our actions by camera.
Desperation strikes again and the young man has to live with what he allowed in his life. Did he kill grandpa? Perhaps. Perhaps. He goes into the empty-looking home and starts filling his bad with jewels and anything of value that he can sell or pawn. If he pawns he’s pegged. Black market is the only safe rout for his sales.
So we have a prostitute, and the thief. What other ways are there to support a $300 dollar a day dope habit? Skills are all they have. Some may be fortunate enough to have hacking skills. But those rules are always changing.
So the hooker goes from the street to the hotel. Then she moves up with a new wardrobe and the right jewelry and make up to the high end hotels. She meets a guy who showers her with money and gifts. He keeps her on his payroll for years on end. She is a slave to him in spite of the pretty gifts.
He rents her a house in the hill country where she is blessed with the good life. And then when she is 29 her sugar daddy sells her to the highest bidder.
Into white slavery she goes. Back to the bottom of the pile of hookers. Now she feels the dope sick wielding it’s sword of suffering. The beautiful young women is torn in two by abusers and relentless problems. It doesn’t end well.
And where is our young man? Uh oh…he’s either dead or imprisoned. Few addicts make it out alive. And that’s by design. A design called depopulation and programs of the mind. The program starts with demoralization of the child though they seldom recognize it. And it ends with demoralization of the adult.
Who will deliver us from this body of death?
Thanks be to Jesus the Savior to the drug addicts. He is the deliverer of those who war against the dope sick demon of fear.
“Bullshit” says the pessimistic addict. “The boulevard is not that bad!”
But Elton mocks your cries to Jesus saying that’s only for pussys in his programming. What did I mean by “you were programmed to be an alcoholic/addict. ” But moreover you were programmed to NEVER SEEK GOD AT ANY COST. Make no mistake your put on Earth for only ONE REASON. To choose your eternal home. At judgment all and it’s coming very soon for all. Don’t be the one who hears “I never knew you, you are you”.
Salvation only comes by Faith. During life. During life. Seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you. Lyrics. Writers commentary in italics.
“Blue-jean baby
L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty-eyed
Pirate smile
You’ll marry a music man
Ballerina
You must’ve seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me
Always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks
Out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back
She just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad (the hell it’s not says the girl who Jesus rescued from Hell & Death)
Piano man
He makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on
She sings the songs
(the propaganda song poses the girl of the boulevard dancing in the sand, singing, she marries a music man, she is free. Right? Elton holds her close pretty eyes, deceptive (pirate) smile.)
The words she knows
The tune she hums
But oh, how it feels so real
Lying here, with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Blue-jean baby
L.A. Lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty-eyed
Pirate smile
You’ll marry a music man
Ballerina
You must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
Now she’s in me
Always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Oh, oh, how it feels so real
Lying here, with no one near
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today”
