The Taj Mahal is a large building.

I saw it with my own contact enhanced eyes. India is still dirty and filled with abominations. Wer working on that. Me and God and some other people. Talk later.

BUbye,

ali

Tales of extreme cleaning and more electrocutions

I got electrocuted again today. (golden star) I also heard that the girl who we were cleaning the unclean worms out of just recently became completely clean and received the HS. By HS i do not mean Holy Cow dung. The word i mean rhymes with cheez-it. Slant Rhyme. I think if i called someone a slant rhyme it would be a huge insult. It's like "Almost...but not quite." Like one tool short of a tool box type thing. Your such a slant rhyme. :)

Also, today we cleaned a very very dirty (for lack of a REALLY STRONG DIRTY word) flat. It will be made into a girls home. (golden star) We got a little over zealous with the water buckets. Swashing whole walls and taking no heed of the many open sockets. We were fools. Before we were fools we sang and prayed 2 Corinthians 3:17

Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom.

Im going to use the word good for the way i feel about Jesus right now. Because the word good to me is so hearty and simple like an infinite Amish soup. Do amish people make soup? Jesus is Gooooood. mm mmmm mm MM MMMM!

Today i wanted to never leave india

Today i wanted to leave india and cry to my mom and tell her everything thats been happening with many many hand motions and facial expressions

Today i wanted to have more room in my stomache for the bruschetta i made for dinner

Today i wanted to be forgiven again for not pressing in 24/7. because He is just so good and Hes worth it

Today i wanted prayer with the virginia team to go on till He came back.

hmmph. i think thats it.

ALL love and ALL freedom to ALL signed sealed delivered from God to me and to you like a really long time ago but just a reminder,

ali

my thoughts

have been imprisoned by the physical world lately. Ive been very busy talking to people and touching things, nothing bad, just regular things like salt shakers and money. one good thing about these heavy physical days i have is that i have very good dreams. like last night i had a very nice pet rodent. extremely friendly flexible fellow. soft. no one else liked him but me!

We have a team in from virginia. Such sweet ladies. Wev been going nonstop. In the beginning of the trip i had 90 vitamins for 90 days in india. Theyre half way gone. :/

cheers to more mind wandering time in the future,

ali

I took this picture from my porch

yesterday . Two men on the roof. Blog later, not now,

bye!,

ali

My grandfather checks the weather in Delhi everyday,

from New Jersey. He told me in a letter. I think this is very sweet. He wants to know how hot i am. I suffer thinking about breathing lungs full of cold woods. I am happy where i am. But i can add to this happiness by getting excited by the future. There is so much to look forward to :)

-finishing my gun

-getting up and cooking lunch

-showering in a few and not getting electrocuted

-chia break

-planning my halloween costume. (we have a party to go to!) im either going to be a classical music fairy, or a dove of peace, i need to find an olive branch tho.

-planning dances for my girls. We are going to do a spoken word and dance performance to the great commision. its going to be hot.

-getting ready for the team of women coming in. I just love humans.

-the sebastians visiting with there cool kids

-thanksgiving

-learning new bollywood dances to teach

-fun lesson plans

-cleaning and painting new office and home of hope.

-going home cuddling with my sister. Getting fat with desserts by the fire.

-a good christmas tree

-a good hug from my dad

-night walks in the snowy woods where the stars are so bright they look like there stuck up in the tree branches.

So. im looking forward to that. not missing. i just thought about that word on its own and couldnt figure out what it meant. I think miss and regret are cousins. I am not even going to get involved with that family. Bad blood.

Gosh. I told the girls the other day that most of the time i feel like scrooge on christmas morning. They thought i was inferring that i was stingy with my presents. Ha! no. like when he says "Im just so happy, i dont know what to do! i must, i must stand on my head." He stands on his head and then the maid screams because she thinks hes gone mad. Theres to many people in there right minds. Sillyness is next to Godliness. I aim to be ferociously silly and happy all the time. I think il tell my grandfather in a letter what the weather is in New Jersey. Thats all,

bye,

ali

I am frontiering a new intercession project.

It involves jumping over stray dogs and shouting a prayer. "Lord rend the heavens" "Break the chains" "Pour out your Spirit" etc. it is challenging work, but someones got to do it. Sometimes I look out the window and see the many many stray dogs out there and i sigh. There is so much work to be done. Today i made a gun out of newspaper. IT IS SO COOL. tonight im going to paper mache it to make it stronger and then im going to paint it. I went with hard k over to a friends house she had a meeting with the mother and i occupied the kids. They were super creative and awesome. I came up with the idea to make weapons. cause ive just been itching for a fake gun. ever since a western party i went to over the summer i borrowed a six year olds fake long range rifle. i ran around the field shouting threats. of course my gun is solely to be used for fighting evil spiritual forces. You know how sometimes spiritual needs sometimes make you want the physical answer? Like when your bored you are actually spiritually hungry so you eat physical bread not the living bread? ya kno? So in response to me viewing and experiencing allot of spiritual warfare i want to have weapons spritually and i guess also, physically! So my gun is purely a symbol. but its also super fun to play with. And im going to make them for my friends out here. And were going to use them in prayer. well at least i will. "Set the captives free!" PEW PEW PEW! I think Jesus likes this. Me and him just crack up all the time.

A verse.

"Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words."

Romans 8:26

So Cool!

bye,

ali

(I would like to give a shout out to my homegirl Liz and her cool husband and children, because i said i would and also because i wish Elijah was here playing fake guns with me. Also to the Aptekarevs love and miss you guys so much :) )

I have a real problem

when chai vala's hand me burning hot cups of chai and i am not able to put in hindi words "please don't let go i'll burn my hands." I just wind up making an anxious face and crying in fear and pain "nahi! nahi!" (no no). I recently find out that paagal is more used for "mentally challenged" then "crazy". Therefore: screaming "Mai paagal hu." and laughing is not so appropriate. This is now a closet pleasure. So I went away to panchkula to a christian school retreat with kids from slum backgrounds and mixed hindu and christian teachers. We stayed in a youth hostile there with all the kids and teachers. The rooms were large airy and yellow. On the floors twenty to thirty thin mats layed dressed with old colorful blankets of tigers and elephants. It was a very run down, colorful, and beautiful place. Allot like india itself. We lead devotions, did art and writing activities, and lead some worship. The first night there we went to the slums and I got to dance with my bare feet in the dirt. :) So 2 things really effected my heart on this trip.

-At the end of the last night, a speaker spoke and they had an altar call. People came up and gave there lives to the Lord. We were invited to pray for them so i put my hands on the back of one girl and started praying in tongues. Almost instantaneously she completely went unconscious and then started manifesting. Luckily i caught her haha! I actually said out loud "well that was unexpected!" then i looked around and was like does anyone have a modesty cloth? haha! i love my h.o.p. peops! So to cut a long story short we opened up a can of unclean worms and was trying to get the unclean worms out of the can for 5 hours. Im trying to speak in code. She had seven worms and we were talking to them. It was really intense. We would say "call on his name!" And she would lose her voice or pass out. It made me think "who is this person that just saying his name unclean worms flee?" My name, ali is a "broth made out of a starving pigeons shadow" compared to the fullness of who i am. Wasn't that just a spectacular quote? My friend once read a book about abraham Lincoln and it was in there. I was so impressed i commited it to memory. It's funny. That that particular quote is the only quote i have memorized. !

-On the way home from panchkula on the train i had a window seat. I looked out at woman and children in the sun and heat shaping and drying cow dung for fuel. Rows upon Rows of drying dung. There was very little vegetation aside from a few clumps of palm trees. The garbage was as grass. In the middle of this scene was a small ornate temple tent erected for the hindu gods. I just got angry. And really broken. Im just so pissed at the devil. you know? Like "how dare you?!" Lord claim your people. Have mercy on India God. Im just so upset. but this is how im supposed to be. Im deeply offended by the devils works.

I want to have faith enough to lay my hands on the body of India and deliver it completely. Death is everywhere here. Its on the faces of the people. And i am sick and tired of it.

On a lighter note!

When i was away i saw

-an ant that looked like a dog

-a scorpion being swept away by a stream

-a giant rainbow grasshopper. dead :(

When i got back i got

-electrocuted multiple times by a live wire in the shower. fun fun DOUBLE FUN

so i was in the shower and i was touching the wall because i put my hair on the wall so it doesn't go down the drain and clog. So i put my hand on the wall and received in turn a giant shock up my arm. And i thought o God, my back must have gotten really bad cause whenever i move my arm and hand like this i get a giant shock! I remembered seeing at the chiropractor when you have to check off your symptoms on a list and one of them was "tingling sensation in hand and arm." I imagined the checking of the box, the physical therapy, the trouble this would cause me. I prayed. Lord no not now. Heal me God. I proceded to touch the wall several times confirming my injured spine that resulted in nerve damage. It was only when i stepped of the shower and tried it again that i had realized mistake. And at the realization that i was completely soaked in a wet bathroom with a live wire i left in quite a tizzy. Hope you all are well! So much love from India.

Moving from glory to glory always,

ali

Im back :)

Delhi kids enjoying the fresh air at Panchkula retreat. Ive got a lot to say, and il tell you once i get a good night sleep. k?

love you all,

ali

I found a new Joy...

and it is in waving my hands about wildly, rolling my head back and saying "Mai paaaaaagal hu." Direct translation. "I am crazy." I do it when im alone, I do it in good company, and im working my way up to a public display. This habitat of Joy that i created for myself is best performed in good company when it is NOT appreciated. It becomes slightly awkward and 10 times more enjoyable to the performer. I had a dream last night that a blonde woman i know lay dieing in a street. The spirit of my middle school's secretary appeared. Everything went silent. She glided to us and spoke "Abraham" into the dieing woman. I think she got better. Im going to Panchkula to work at a childrens camp and sadly will not be able to blog for a few days. :( YOU BEST BE LEAVIN ME COMMENTS.

Luke 10:38-42

Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, "Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me." But the Lord answered "Martha, martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her."

Two thoughts.

-Martha seems like a total pratt. Yeah Martha, im going to empty the dishwasher, can I have just a few minutes to talk to Jesus Christ? I mean. Coooome ON!

-I think Mary and the prodigal son should get together. Theyd be a hot couple.

One unrelated thought.

-pomegranate and bitter yoghurt. Perfection.

Peace to All,

ali

My nose piercing resistance gland...

has an infection today, and is partially disabled. A man in sirojini nagar spilled a bag of tiny gold rings and studs in front of me and some friends today and I almost drooled on the counter. Small detailed things make my heart stir and I could have this heart stirring thing on my face! How bout that!

So this morning we did a dance workshop at a children's home with kids from slum backgrounds. It seems that all the young men here like to dance like Michael Jackson. I was frustrated with my lack of hindi but then i started dancing, we had a real good time. We had prayer time and the kids answers were really mature for there age. The translator translated a 7 year old boys answer for me. The question was "how do we glorify God?" He said that he glorifies God by crying for his friends who are unsaved and still in the slums. What can i teach these kids who are so rich in spirit? Well they didn't know how to stretch for starters, so i showed them that before we danced. but really. Im sitting here right now squishing ants with my thumbs and flicking them. Im kinda at a loss for words. I always pray for people to have a revelation of Gods love. Because everything is just 3 bazillion times better when you know that. So i think i can be a living revelation of Gods love. K. thats a good answer i think.

On the topic of Gods love. I was listening to a Misty song the other day, she sings it all spooky and intense like "the way of God is the wilderness, its always been the wilderness, he's going to teach you to walk in the dark." And oddly enough it reminds me of running errands with my mom when i was younger. Most of the time I had no clue where we were going. I would sleep while she was behind the wheel. My sister would complain of car sickness. We may be in Shoprite for 4 hours. I might find the paper towel section crawl into the shelf and lay down on the "bounty" roles for a bit. The point is i would have no control. You are forced to live in the moment. Another instance was when my mom was sick. For a couple of days while she was in the hospital we lived from phone call to phone call and waited a heck of allot. When you know you are protected by someone who completely and fully loves you, like LOVES you, is infatuated with you like a new bride? ya know what i'm talking about? the wilderness isn't scary its enjoyable and fun! And whenever we do go through a rough spot it just gives God an excuse to show us how much grace and love he has for us, we get to experience a deeper more intimate level of him. We are only moving up you guys. Or down depending on the analogy. Even if today sucked, even if most of your life has totally sucked! (im sorry :( ) but your probably meant to go super deep! He's bringing you to a deeper place. HOLLAAAA.

urg. where the heck is Hosea?! o

Hosea 2:14

"Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her. And there I will give her her vineyards and make the Valley of Achor a door of hope. And there she shall answer as in the days of her youth, as at the time when she came out of the land of Egypt. And in that day, declares the Lord, you will call me "My Husband" and no longer will you call me "My Master."

nighty night,

ali

(haha i just found out "Nacho" is the commanding rude form of "to dance" in hindi. So "Dance!" is "Nacho! NACHOOOOO!" i want to get really angry and start screaming this.)

k. end. bye.

India, yesterday you scared me...

I very much want to tell you about how she scared me and I typed the whole thing up in amazing detail but because the encounter was so incredibly dark I decided not to post. Just know it had to do with a giant ET doll and a possessed woman. YUP. Just ask me to tell you the story in person. Maybe then il have the courage.

Today is Ghandi Ji's birthday and the last day i will eat papaya. I gave it three opportunities to impress me, and it failed miserably every time. Because it is a holiday the sabzi vala (vegetable seller) will not make his rounds in front of my house. And i will not be able to get my zuchini and chinese eggplant. I love going to the sabzi vala and buying a fruit i dont know. I am very adventurous in this way. I trust it will be good cause God made it and no man was involved in the creation of it. Fruit and vegetables and grain are the purest cuisine. God wasnt influenced by the chinese and greek when he made a watermelon. It is a pure God thought. The beloved sister of the professor of lightning bug science, we'l call her "questionable highlights" once told me that she liked to watch lightning strike because it was a direct way of seeing the will of God. He is like "and i dont want that tree. zap. or that dog. zap." Okay that was a total side note. The girls I live with here in India laughed at me the other night. They made a cooky looking broccoli salad with mayonaise and cheese. I would not eat it. They teased me and said "Ali, if we said this was an Indian dish you would eat it." Yeah, pffft like i would fall for that girls. There is one genre of food that i am completely against, and the characteristics of which are hence

-more than 3 ingredients

-unnecessary dairy involvement

-recipe developed by a 30+ woman attending a barbeque in the suburbs

to this i say, no thank you.

On the subject of cooking, every night i have been venturing with Julia Child to Paris in her book "My life in Paris". Its fantastic and I think I know why. My favorite part of every book is about eating. In Harry Potter I relish when they go to Hogsmade and enjoy there butterbeer or have trifle tart. I remember when i was younger in the Phantom Tollbooth they went to a fair and ate letters. The "I" was icy and icecream like and kinda pepperminty. Julia Child's book is solely about eating and cooking and atmosphere, and i want to live with her and go to the market and buy crusty bread and butter. Do i have anything spiritual to say? Not really! haha. except Jesus is our bread. He is a good father. If you ask him for bread he will not give you a stone. I like to feast on the Lord. In him all the fullness dwells. My mom makes chocolate bread pudding and its my fave. So im changing it to Jesus is the chocolate bread pudding of life. Is that blasphemous?

ali