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Whitney Houston, like so many other people all over the world, fell to the glitter of false gold. Many of us do. That gold is not the block we can hold with our hands or see with our eyes necessarily, or take to the bank and convert into money, but it is the lust of the eyes and the flesh, the restlessness, boredom, and foolishness that can entice us into experimenting with things, thoughts, and places to go that we shouldn't. I understand she started using drugs as a youngster with her crack-head brother(s). For so long, she was able to hide her addictions and deviance, but we cannot hide what won't stay hidden.
I was saddened the day I heard she had fallen for BB, the womanizing bipolar drug thug. I had a bad feeling from the inception of that tragic relationship. When she deluded herself into seeing that connection as a worthwhile challenge, she was inviting the darkness to completely take her over - in the form of love for an undeserving man. One must continually move farther and farther from the Light to end up there for so long. She made an unbalanced exchange. Even if she is completely clean, she will continually be still considered on the pipe or some other hype, as most of these comments attest to. The proof that God hasn't forsaken Whitney is, beside herself, her daughter, who is a beautiful young lady.
Lovely roses can spring from cesspools and dustbins, such as that relationship was, and Whitney could not escape it without much pain, danger, loss of money, friends, and a livelihood for such a long time. Maybe she'll be forgiven as readily as the Britney-type people of the world. Some people would have just died from the sheer exhaustion of the things she endured and still does. As we all do or have done in the past somewhere in our existence, she set about to bring down her own house, herself. Also, no lone culture can be blamed for the drug-induced hell that some of the living exist in.
The Devil is like God in the sense that he's willing to take anyone that comes to him. Whoever yields to his suggestions and invitations will fall by them - the high, low, and in-between. Some people fall way down into hell, and come back by God's Grace. Further, he doesn't always allow them to look or sound like where they have been. On the other hand, some who have once made their beds in hell, come back looking like rocky road and sounding like a toad in multiple ways. God knows why, because both are brought back by Grace. At any rate, they have been somewhere any sane person would not want to go, and would do everything to stay away from.
I don't believe Whitney is leftover fodder for the church house as a washout. It's a pity that usually only when people have been down in the depth of humiliation, they are thought suitable for God's purpose, for example, like having nothing better to do, or that nothing else would have them, forgetting or ignoring that we were made for good purposes, and we don't have to wallow in the Pit to become fit for what we are already prone to do - follow after light without distraction, or with determination as we hope others the best. I hope the Whitney songbird the best. All it takes is her willingness to receive it, and suffer her past mistakes until it hurts no more. Love and Light are that kind to us.
Were Dr. King not a reverently prayerful man, I believe he would not have been able to maintain his inner and outer composure unceasingly, take care of his family all the time, love his friends and his enemies simultaneously, face death threats and still act as though he had not even heard of them, lead a multitude of different personalities - many of whom did not know each other; meld different races and ethnicities, different religious affiliations, different economic backgrounds, etc., and yield them to God's intent as one coherent whole, with one focus, one love, believing in one faith (human equality) even though many faiths came together in power - of overcoming much evil in high places. And the work goes on.
No one can maintain that one-pointed ninja faith in something unless he has an inner guide talking with him on a personal level, one on whom he could lean while looking perfectly composed to others. I always felt he was one of the most unpretentiously humble-looking men (including my teacher, and the Mahatma) that I had ever seen, All of them gave me the same feeling - that they were real. (Mind you, the Mahatma died a year before I was born.)
I really believe that every true and dedicated soul will have a deep prayer life. Every well needs to be full of water, or else it is chokingly dry, it's got no source to draw from. Dr. King knew God was his Wellspring, from which he drew all he ever needed. In those times I feel he might have sense death walking with him daily, but they both knew death could not touch him until he was finished. I can imagine those thoughts helped to shape his prayers to the Source of his strength, and therefore he was prayerfully not afraid.