IF IT DOES NOT WORK WHILE ON YOUR KNEE, DO IT BAREFOOTED

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There is a connectivity and interactivity between our feet and the earth, a such that even if one eavesdrops he/she will not be able to interpret the conversation.

 Sometimes we go on our knee before our creator yet it seems his hands are shorten to help and  hear us out, Our feet and the earth have a symbiotic relationship ( a give and take relationship ) our feet give her problems and the earth in return offers solution. 

The  earth is the first born of all that is created, therefore as a first born it has prominence before our creator.

 In the Tiv speaking tribe if a child is cursed and he needs to be set free, the eldest member of the family uses water in a  Calabash, he takes a little in his mouth and spit it on the child and says: " on behalf of my four fathers I set you free", and life becomes easier to the child. 

That is the kind of prominence and Authority the earth has, as a first of all the creatures it has the power to set free on be half  of our creator. 

Whenever people rise against you, whenever life is full of turbulence and challenges and you prayed yet it seems it is not working out, kindly  connect with the earth, off all your clothes in the middle of night then come out barefooted  and look up the sky, if you can cry, please do! and talk to our creator on whatever bothers you, then you will be set free. If it doesn't work  while on your knee, do it barefooted.

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