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“The Gospel of Bile: When Manifestation Gets Cancelled”

Have you ever tried manifesting something into your life—money, love, peace—and felt like the heavens put you on hold?

A lined notepad page titled "Manifestations," listing wishes like a Range Rover, house in the Hamptons, beach plot, and gold, with a pen symbolically canceling the dreams.

You’re not alone. Millions across the globe read books like The Secret, repeat affirmations, visualize dream homes… yet nothing shows up. You start to wonder: “Am I broken? Or is the universe just deaf?”

Let’s talk about it. Not to bash the book—but to build on it. Because maybe, just maybe, there’s more to the law of attraction than we realize. Maybe the full story needs an Open Book—one stitched with golden threads of divine timing, purpose, and brutal honesty.

The Secret Isn’t Wrong — It’s Just Need Boost

Let’s be clear: The Secret has helped many. Some of us even think in “Secret” language now without realizing it. We try to keep our thoughts positive. We visualize good things. We work on gratitude. Beautiful stuff.

But here’s what no one told us:
🌀 You must grow teeth before you eat meat.
🌀 You must have hair before you need a comb.
🌀 You must become the person who can hold what you’re asking for.

And becoming that person? It’s rarely clean. It’s the boxing. The shaping. The losing. The humbling. The time when your prayer seems ignored—because you’re being prepared.

The Universe Sees Through Our Tricks

You can’t “fool the universe” by pretending to be loving. You can’t affirm your way into authenticity. The system works—but only if you’re real.

We forget: the universe is good. And goodness sees through masks. You can’t “trick” goodness into blessing your selfish ambition. This is where divine reality kicks in.

There was a man named Moses — not the Red Sea one, just a regular guy from Africa with big dreams and even bigger prayers.

Moses was born to shine. His angel, Gabriel Junior, was excited. The scrolls were glowing. This guy had prayed, fasted, and done midnight declarations. Heaven cleared his breakthrough.

Then the delays started.

Day 1: Moses insulted his debtor who came to negotiate.
Day 2: Moses bribed a cop to skip a traffic ticket.
Day 3: Moses hit a bar, drank cheap liquor, and slept with a prostitute.
Day 4: He passed an STD to his wife.
Day 5: His wife — broken and in pain — went back to the same church to pray for healing.
Day 6: Moses woke up for midnight prayers, yelling: “Father! Bring my destiny now!”

Gabriel Junior paused mid-flight. “Uhm… is this the same guy?”

He opened his record. Every prayer he made was followed by an action that cancelled it. Heaven’s ledger was bleeding red. Eventually, Gabriel Junior filed for reassignment. He couldn’t keep vouching for a man who was undoing heaven’s effort with every flesh-driven impulse. God approved the request.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Africa, Moses is still praying.
Loudly. On a holy mat.
Next to a bottle of holy oil.
Holding a list of decrees from TikTok prophets.
No idea his angel left five years ago.

Now there’s confusion in the divine matrix.

Welcome To The El Shaddai Open Tourney

This is the version they didn’t publish is the ping-pong between you and the universe. Where your thoughts matter, yes—but so does your soul. Your intent. Your track record and the universes’ target for your being.

Think of it like playing cosmic tennis with God. You serve effort, truth, and love. God returns blessings, alignment, and growth. The rally continues—only if your soul stays in play.

Africa: We Missed the Memo (or Couldn’t Read It)

Africa is rich. We’re sitting on gold, oil, sunshine, and rhythm. But for many, that wealth hasn’t translated into ease. In Europe, when they discover oil or lithium — it sparks innovation, infrastructure, jobs. In Africa, the same discovery could mean:

  • A rebel uprising
  • A tribal war
  • A president overstaying “to protect the resource”
  • Or ten contractors paid and none showing up

In Europe, vaccines are rolled out to save people. Here, some receive them at the airport…
Then divert them elsewhere for profit. Some are even sold to private clinics or left to expire, while press conferences speak of transparency.

In parts of Europe, they apologize for things they didn’t do. You could accidentally bump into someone in the street, and they’ll say “so sorry” while smiling at you. Now try that in downtown some parts of Africa. You’ll be lucky if you escape with just a glare and a few uncensored words in three languages. Many people will even instantly check their pockets if their phones and wallets ar still there.

In Sweden, pedestrians actually use crosswalks. Drivers wait. No honking. No insulting your mother. In Africa, a zebra crossing is a suggestion. It’s a polite drawing on the road where you can be reminded that life is precisous and Zebras exist. If you get hit, people will ask: “But why were you walking like you owned the tarmac?”

In Massachusetts, a CEO just lost his job for hugging a coworker at a Coldplay concert — because, well, boundaries matter. In parts of Africa, your boss might hug your waist, your promotion, and your future — all in one sweaty embrace — and HR will ask you to apologize. in many places, your CV is your body.

Here, even presidents have died mid-thrust, and it’s politely reported as “passing away while in office.” In Denmark, presidents resign over plagiarism. In Japan, they quit for mismanaging public funds.
Here?

In Europe, a product fails safety checks — it’s recalled. In Africa, that same product finds a second life:

  • Sugar declared unfit for consumption?
    — Check the black market.
    — Now showing: “Deadly Sweetness” at your local store.
  • Rotten maize due to crop failure in Brazil?
    — Just rename it.
    — Offload it to a desperate country with weak port oversight.

Result? A tidy profit for a few, And diarrhea for many.

And then, with stomachs churning and hospitals overflowing, we gather for overnight prayers, wondering:

“Why does Africa lag behind?”
“Why won’t God answer?”

He did. We just cancelled our own manifestations. Our angels were halfway down the runway with our blessings —then we went and harassed a debtor, bribed a customs officer, or stole medicine from a public hospital.

Even if your bed is made of holy cloth, even if you shout in tongues loud enough to shake the gates of heaven, Nada.

Because Heaven keeps the books and the Ledgers must balance, Angels are suffering moving from heaven and Africa with manifestations and cancelations.

Maybe we missed “The Secrets” memo. Or maybe the memo came in a spiritual language we weren’t trained to read. Because honestly, much of our continent still runs on man-eat-man energy.

We sabotage those who rise. We hide jealousy inside prayers. Even religion has become a leaderboard in some places. It’s not condemnation. It’s an observation.

But here’s the good news: memos can be translated. Mirrors can be cleaned.
Africa’s story isn’t over. But the alignment must begin within.

You Can’t Manifest Outside Your Divine Assignment

Let’s close with this hard truth:
You can only manifest what your purpose permits.

If you’re called to heal, your success will come when you’re doing that.
If you’re meant to serve, your joy will manifest in service.
You can’t lie to the universe and you certainly can’t outmaneuver God.
So maybe… your prayer hasn’t failed.
Maybe it’s still being edited to fit your purpose.

Final Thought: From The Secret to Sacred

So don’t throw The Secret away. Just let it grow up with you.
Layer it with faith. Let it mature with purpose. Pair it with what we’ll call The El Shaddai Open tourney—where your energy meets God’s timing, and truth replaces tricks.

And one day, without noticing, you’ll look around and realize you’re living the life you once only dared to imagine. Not because you manifested it. But because you became ready for it.

As for Moses, Barachiel wrote a note:

“Dear Lord,
This manifestation was on track. But the vessel has veered. He prays for gold but lives like bile. Shall I pause his breakthrough?”

God replies:
“Let him walk through his consequences. Let him know: No blessing survives bile.

Moral of the Story:

God’s system is not a bribe shop. You don’t manifest blessings by polluting the path they must travel on. You can’t infect others with spiritual bile and expect divine champagne in return.

In the Eshaddai Open Book, God weaves blessings when your moves match His rhythm. But if your hands soil the fabric, even heaven hits the pause button. y the way, the sequel to this spiritual comedy is called ”The Theater Effect That Cancels Your Prayers” If you’ve ever acted holy but lived like a Netflix villain, that one’s for you.

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