"For whosoever exalth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted."  (Luke 14:11)
     These are the Greatest Words ever spoken.  They were first spoken by Jesus Christ.  I know only one other person who ever repeated them.  Jesus Christ, did she ever repeat them.  Although I did not want to hear them at the time, now, I would give my company to be able to hear them uttered again by that same sweet voice.
     My mother, God rest her soul, would repeat them to me each and every single time that I would claim to be God.  God knows, I believed that I was the be all, end all, most magnificent one myself, and myself alone, at the time.  I even had proof  right there in black and white.  Page seven of Das Energi, the book I had come to believe in, contains just these three simple words; You are God.
     I would show her that page after making my claim to being God.  She wasn't buying.  She would simply say to me:  "For whosoever exalteth himself shall be abased, and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted."  I refused to believe in something so simple, so subtle, so sublime, so, at those times I would do the most outrageous things in order to make others believe that I was God.  By God, if I could not convince her, my own mother, I was going to die trying to convince others.  That's how I ended up in so many mental hospitals.   I had reaped what I had sown. 
     Mother, sewed all her own clothes.   Little did I know at the time that what she had sown in me; respect for her and my father, love of Jesus, and a strong educational background, would later on in my life produce, this: My Life.   
     Never did I hit her, or him.   Every night as a child we would pray together a prayer that began like this:  "Gentle Jesus meek and mild look down upon a little child."  She taught me how to pray.   As far as I know she prayed
silently every single night of her life.   That was a practice I had given up after I decided it was really a waste of time to be praying to myself.   
     Just before this:  "The woman clothed with the sun,"  died, I knelt down beside her by the bed in the Master Bedroom of our house.   We prayed  together for the last time.   The words that proceeded from her lips were in another language.  She spoke in the tongue of Angels.   Don't get me wrong, it was all done in English. 
     It was the most Wondrous, Immaculate, Perfect, Devout, Devotional, Spiritual, and Humble, Melodic Exaltation, and Grateful Thanksgiving, for a blessed life.
     Very few people are blessed with the opportunity to have as a mother a tenured third grade teacher.   She taught in East Brunswick, New Jersey for over thirty years and was among the first to be awarded a prize for having done so. 
     Our house on Colonial drive in the Colonial Oaks section of East Brunswick, New Jersey was a very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, fine house.  With  five bedrooms, four bathrooms, living room on its own level, dining room, family room,  kitchen with all modern amenities, laundry room, upper and lower finished basements, dark room, a bar and a grand foyer.  Most of my life I lived like a king.  Yet, I still don't know how to walk on water, or raise the dead.  Until I learn how, Jesus remains king.
     I thought that I believed in Jesus.  I knew that I did.  In fact, I believed so much that I would only read the red letters in a Red letter edition of the Bible.  To this day, I have not read the entire Bible.  Yet, Jesus was living proof of the truth of these words.   I mean that literally.  His submission to my mission had earned him the once only, previously conferred privilege, of resurrection.  And that prior honor was granted by himself to Lazarus. 
     I understood the true meaning of Jesus' words, those that I had read.  God knows I'd studied them enough. What I knew, I knew well, but that was all I knew.  What was brought to my attention vividly, accurately, and the most publicly, was, that I was reading only passages of the Bible. I did not "know the whole story."  This was brought to my attention by Robin Quivers on the Howard Stern Show.
     By following his own advice, the humble Lord Jesus had changed the entire world.  No man before or after had ever achieved the level of power, fame, or might.  I will, I still have might.  I know now however, that if I am ever to do so, his way is the only way.  He said so.  I am the way, the truth, and the life.
     The Mighty Lord God, however has ways of making believers of everyone, even the most haughty.   Unlike his Son, God is not always subtle, gentle or even nice

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