ALL LIFESTYLES 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️& LIVES 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ ARE MOVIES DIRECTED BY GOD KING YESHUA JESUS ETERNALLY

 

 

Meanwhile to build upon what we were discussing that God King Yeshua Jesus is the Movie Director and we are the actors and the world is the stage hence scenes ...there is a global stage a national stage and a local stage. The acts are our cv and networks we possess. Every word we speak is from the movie director and every thought is from the movie director and every action and interaction is from the movie director and every human is part of the script and always plays their part perfectly because the script of the movie director is perfect just what he wants. So thanks for understanding God's Movie aka our Lives

Shakespeare shockingly discovered what we said even before tv and cinema came...here is his summary.

Founder of QSTPS 

Arthur Owiti/ DJ Kuchu/ Rex Arthur Tendaishe Owiti/ Owiti 

Shakespeare's Summary

By William Shakespeare

(from As You Like It, spoken by Jaques)

                                        All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion;

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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