Category: A Poetic Voice

‘Rejection Undone’ (Sinking/Dead Body Visions)

He who ignores discipline comes to poverty and shame but whoever heeds correction is honored.—Proverbs 13:18

 Rejection Undone 
  
 I'm not going to worry
 I'm not going to try
 I've given up
 the vestibule
 I've given up
 the cry
  
 I'd never even considered
 being part of the dart
 stabbing my own mother's heart
 just to fit in
 with the cart
  
 I'm not going to feel sorry
 I'm not going to say
 good-bye
 I've given up
 on slobbering drool
 I've given up
 on asking why
  
 I'd never ever surrender
 I'd instead
 wear the cuffs
 I would have never
 given her up
 and I did scream:
 'that's enough'
  
 I'm going to be 
 part of history
 I'm not going to sway
 in their giving up
 in die
  
 I've given up
 being the blind fool
 I've given up
 trying to understand
 those who easily abuse
 I damn-right refuse
 for them...curl up
 and lie
  
 I've learned the secret
 to the mystery
 you can't hold me down‒
 in your misery
 or hold me accountable
 for your broken
 unhealed self
 or put me on a shelf
  
 my mother taught me well
 ‒not to adhere
 to cards dealt
 to fight...get myself
 off the shelf
  
 I listened to her actions
 as I watched her suffer
 rejection
 she taught me not to stay
 too long
 in self reflection
 she taught me the 'Way'
 and to speak
 what I had to say
 ‒even if they all 
 walk away
  
 I'm part of the last generation
 not wanting to be a part
 of the reflection‒
 who settled for rejection
 for we refuse
 to be part
 of the collection

(May 27, 2021)―‘Rejection Undone’ was written in 2020. David chose it for these visions. I have two in which to share with you. A real-time vision and a meditation/prayer vision. Both seem so surreal to me and they make me cry, but He, that would be God, wants them written and given.

Real-time visions. I’ve written about them before. The first came soon after the visions of August 2019. Sometime before this, we experience an earthquake. It was a minor quake rolling off of the one that had taken place in California. But for me it was absolute. To feel the Earth move beneath you is really scary. The light fixtures in my condo moved, glasses rattled. So when my bed shook, I thought we had had another one. We did not. It was my first real-time vision. After I felt the bed shake, the word unstable came. It happened again months later. He, that would be God, shook my sofa…again unstable. Then one day I was on my walk and the sidewalk moved. Not literally for everyone else, but for me literal. It was very unsettling. I actually extending my arms to gain stability. Then I noticed all the cars just continued, no one noticed. Unstable. Then one day He had me walk on one of the floating docks here at the lake and then told me to close my eyes and turn…shaky, He said.

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‘Telepathically’ (the Curious Vision)

He seems satisfied that He has met my curiousness, so He fads into the darkness and I’m drawn from the vision. I hear faintly God saying, ‘Write what you see.’ And so I have.

 Telepathically
  
 I'm sitting there
 but I'm moved somewhere
 I'm out of body
 inside my mind
 in a different place
 a different time
  
 He's† my guide
 in a dance
 through the air
 in the Kingdom
 in face-to-face discussions
 in drawn-out visions
 straight to God†
 ‒absent are knots

 I trust Him†
 He† takes me within
 shows me secrets
 even though
 I'm far from being perfect
  
 He† speaks to me
 never moving His† lips
 I hear Him† perfectly
 without a slip
  
 the mind is a wasteful thing
 when you don't use it
 to hear Yeshuah† sing  

(May 10, 2021)—‘Telepathically’…that’s how I see Him. That’s how I hear Him. And last night was no exception. I’ve seen Him many times now, in many different situations, but seeing Him with the sickles is scary and beautiful at the same time. I was in prayer last night, in a trance of sorts as I am when He sends me a vision.

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‘Death of the Sound’ (The World Death Vision)

Then I saw the mourners. Mainly mothers. Everywhere I saw the black body bags again. I saw trucks stopping by homes to pick them up. Then I saw the body bags being stacked in what looked like a school. I knew that once the school was filled, they would burn the school down.

 Death of the Sound
  
 they had it all there
 they had it in graphic
 but they lost it
 for the conditioning aspect
 years of architect
 for its group
 in collect
 ‒played you...in perfect
  
 here's the over-the-head prospect:
 it's never been about
 government
 it's been about good and evil‒
 what's controlling
 every concept
  
 there was a war‒
 an inside secret
 kept them from hearing
 the Holy in Spirit

 oh! the confusional outlet
 played a joyful trumpet
 sung in the choir
 of false prophets
 of money-hungry shepherds
 as they sat in Comfort
 as went around
 the pickpockets
 as they hid
 to smoke their cigarettes
 after raping the innocent
 after killing for profit
 all exclaiming
 'God made me do it!'
  
 there, there:
 they enjoyed their well-designed
 omelet
 they had a choice
 in it
 their lustful secrets
 filled their pockets
 ‒then came their final sunset
 when they were awakened
 to it
 they saw the asset:
 they were just a puppet
 ‒a magnet for hire
  
 all those lies
 overcame Truth's benefit
 luxuries in a false coronet
 as everything in God's† perfect
 flushed down toilets
 as they entered satan's
 raging pit

(May 3, 2021)—‘Death of the Sound’ written in 2020 along with the direct message from God written days before. It was chosen for me to include with this vision.

[(May 16, 2020)—I published this several times online: ‘Karen, get your notebook. Write. It is I, the Lord Almighty. The time has come. The gates are fully opened. You will understand as time goes by. The wound is deep. Many will cry. The streets will be paved with hurt. They will see. What long ago they hid. Their deception will become known.’ ‘What deception?’ I asked ‘Write Karen, that is all.’ Then He was gone.]

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‘Listen! Oh Arrogance’ and ‘Your Mother’s Tears’ (Flight of the Pigeons Symbolization)

Shackles. Black ones around solid white pigeons. Spin tops. What does it mean?

 Listen! Oh Arrogance
  
 you say you are christian
 but clearly‒
 it's a thoughtless decision
 ‒leaving out the crucifixion
  
 so here's something
 in consideration:
  
 we aren't in competition
 we ARE in cultivation
 separate in conception
 separate in our conclusion
 but in between‒
 we are to help each's corrosion
 through a mere conversation
 to help the Conversion
 that Needs to take place
 in our Resurrection
  
 it's a wiping away
 of the contamination
 of the corruption
 without basking in the explosion
 without leaving another
 in the concussion
 without some caution
 ‒a given salutation
  
 be careful...your declarations
 you are also
 under evaluation
 by the One
 in charge
 of your creation
  
 listen carefully
 to the instructions
 there was only One
 made into perfection
 ‒the Harvester
 waiting for your Retribution
 ‒it's an individual
 invitation
 by-way of the vine‒
 the collection
 by-way of the Faith
 in sanctification
 by-way of
 preservation

(April 10-13, 2021)―Two works for you to read ‘Laying It Down‘ and ‘Tell Me, My Lord†’. They were both written in 2019. The first is instruction on some Yeshuah love and the second is a prayer from my heart about myself. Yes, myself. We have to first look within ourselves before we can start thinking of fixing others, or planting those God seeds. It is of false hope if you take on God’s work before fixing yourself.

‘Listen! Oh Arrogance’―written June 5, 2020. The individual self has to heal. The vine is broken. In ‘Aliens Are Not’, written Feb. 2021, Yeshuah said that the worse lie was the collective lie…when people stand behind a lie just to fit in. Examples would be the Jews when they crucified our Lord and the Holocaust. There’s two kinds of self-preservation: 1. Healing self. 2. The deception of ‘saving‘ one’s body instead of one’s soul! The difference between these two is the difference between the Kingdom and the pit.

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‘A Lie’ (Hole in Sky and Earth Vision)

The following vision seems to be a piece of a puzzle. I say this because of the water experience written about in ‘Strange Times’ on March 12, 2021. There were many visions and dreams in 2020, but the recent ones have been different. 

 A Lie
  
 how can you tell 
 when Truth is gone
 when a role is played
 when the look...sincere
 is no longer near
  
 how can you trust
 not make a fuss
 when it’s not quite clear
 which way they’ll turn
 in the early dawn
  
 how can you tell 
 when the Lie is born
 when facts become a game
 when a tale starts 
 to take shape
 when you’re caught 
 deep within 
 the web that’s sewn
  
 how can you stop 
 the spinning zone
 when others start 
 their campaigning crop
 when their 
 make-believe song 
 stabs at your heart
  
 how can you speak out...warn
  
 when words twist so fast
  
 when Truth easily can change
  
 when all is gone
 when you’re the outcast 
 and
 no one comes to mourn

(April 3-4, 2021)―‘Fatima’ 2020. I watched this last night. I don’t believe in coincidences. So much has happened in my life time that I’m sure, 100-percent sure, that everything that happens in our lives have reason. This past week I was led to ‘A Lie’, written in 2009 and included in Book 2 of my series, and ‘The Birth of Truth’, written in 2019 and included on my website keleger.com under God’s Mercy, the subpage November 11, 2019: The Avenging Angel. I have been having a very hard time with the will to sit down and write this. Writing for the Lord is scary, frustrating. I see all that is happening around me and wonder how did we get this far because of the things the Lord has revealed to me.

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‘Everyday Human’

He came to save HUMANS. He was put as head of the human. The human is the body! We are ALL humans, thus we are all sinners! NO ONE escapes this.

 Everyday Human
  
 I don't write for kings
 or even queens
 or those suffering
 in wealth
 ‒they truly don't know
 how to find self
 they're too busy
 in stealth
 ‒filling unfillable shelves
  
 I write for the everyday human
 the ones struggling
 the ones somewhat comfortable
 in their lost existence
  
 I write with insistence
 a certain arrogance
 only found
 in a Lord†-driven cadence
  
 He† called me 'prophet'
 I can't live
 anymore candid
 everything's changed
 hearing His† voice sing
 feeling His† discipline's range
 ‒knowing Truth
 isn't found in gold rings
  
 to write for Him†
 passing it to them
 I'm forced in solitude
 ‒a well-schooled tool
 creating a vestibule
 inside each one of you
 for the sake 
 of what He† asked
 me to do
  
 no, I don't write for kings
 or even queens
 I write for the struggling
 of means
 for those wishing dreams
 of being kings and queens
  
 I write to say
 that's not the Way
 in all these Words
 He† has me say

(March 23, 2021)—Please read all the way through in order to understand truth. ‘Everyday Human‘ was written March 19. After the writing, I was led to pages 1584-85 in my Bible: Paul. I didn’t do anything with the piece. Then today, no writing came. Just pages 1416-17: Yeshuah. After reading the work and then both sets of Scriptures this morning, I bowed my head and cried.

‘Everyday Human‘ is written about why I write all these words. I don’t like to publish work that involves me. I really don’t like calling myself a prophet. I don’t feel so worthy. The sets of Scriptures are about what Yeshuah expects, what God expects and what is often the result of that expectation.

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‘Strangled Times’ (Pacific Ocean Visions Continue)

A rapture is not when bodies mysteriously leave the Earth as the false preachers have you believe. A rapture is when a large number of SOULS leave the Earth. 

 Strangled Times 
  
 a plateau has hit
 sending all into
 comfort's well-endowed sit
 a place in fit
 where no banging of fists
 lives
 just the comfort of it
  
 where money-fires are it
 where ego-seekers sip
 where pride gets its grip
  
 it's an evened-out trip
 one that'll soon
 take its dip
 ‒an allowed-incoming flip
  
 it's the plan of it
 the way of it
 the confusion of it
 a prepared dip
 for the coming
 man-driven apocalypse
 not zombies from death's grip
 as man sees it
 but death
 as in the pit of it
  
 they are zombies‒
 the walking dead
 an emptiness of Spirit
 destroying
 all the good
 of it
  
 rape and pillage
 leaving ugly‒
 in the wake of it
  
 God's† hand spewing it
 for His† anger of it
  
 you won't escape‒
 His† wrathing fit
 He† asked for the praying
 of it
 you laughed at it
 pledging your idolization
 to it
 so He's† done with it
 He's† hardened
 in His† Spirit
  
 it will take generations
 one, two or three
 for the complete of it
  
 then He† will hide in it
 man will have to sift
 through it
 without…out loud
 questioning it
  
 unveiling
 a deep-hidden secret
 in order
 to save it
  

(March 12, 2021)―I tuned in to Amazon’s Music for the awards and what songs had won. Sad. The words in some of those songs, messages…telling us all where we are headed. I know where we are headed. On August 25, 2019, I will remind you over and over, God said, ‘The Button’s Been Pushed.’ There is no…NO…turning back. Everything He has shown me in the visions, the photographs, and the writings will happen. The visions: the first parts have happened. You just don’t know God in order to understand what He sends. It’s time to learn.

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‘I Am but Lowliness’ (Rough Waters Dream/Building Crashing Vision)

‘…I couldn’t tell what it was, maybe 1 very tall building, maybe 2 or a whole bunch of them, but whatever it was, it was so massive that it could be seen out in space…’ from the Buildings Crashing Vision

 I Am but Lowliness
  
 I am but lowliness
 the one they don't see
 I'm walked over
 I'm spit upon‒
 beaten and abused
 robbed and tortured
  
 I am but lowliness
 the one crying in depression
 the one carrying heaviness
 the obese, the skinny
 I have moles and wrinkles
 I am full of scars
  
 I am but lowliness
 barely getting by
 struggling for money
 doing anything for money
 I'm the disadvantaged
 the forsakened one
  
 I'm but lowliness
 hung on a cross
 betrayed, lied about
 scream at and cursed
 I pretend it's okay
 but I'm dying
 from all this ugliness
  
 I am but lowliness
 worthless to man
 a means for wealth
 for someone else
  
 I'm the one sabotaged
 manipulated and controlled
  
 ...but worthy
 to Him†
 for He† called me
 and I heard
 for when I was weak
 He† was strong
 and He† held me
 'til I landed
 on my feet
  
 though He† test the vine
 to see
 if they'll be kind or mean
 with every tear from me
 more worth
 He† gives to me
  
 I am gold
 a heart‒
 He† keeps from getting cold
 He† makes me bold
 say it
 breathe it
 for He† called me
 to do it
  
 I am the lowliness
 all around the world
 He† sees me
 in Him†
 I am free
  
 worthy
 for these tears are His†
 for this pain is His†
 and I am
 for He† is

(March 8, 2021)―‘I Am but Lowliness’ was written December 23, 2020. I was directed to this piece to include with the Rough Waters Dream and the Buildings Crashing Vision. I was also directed to the two Scriptures included with this writing.

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‘For This Moment’

We must remember why we are going through God’s wrath and for what reason He’s giving us a break.

 For This Moment
  
 thank You, dear Lord†
 thank You for letting up‒
 this has been so hard
 seeing Your† wrath clearly
 as people...struggle
 through the dark
  
 thank You, Lord†
 for the lessons
  placed in hearts
  
 this welcoming break
 doesn't show
 what's truly at stake
 but for those living
 breathing Faith
 Your† Love is everything
 ‒making bells of Joy ring
  
 for this moment, Lord†
 thank You
 for each nation's settlement
 we praise You†
 we welcome in Your† Son†
 ‒the praising has begun

(February 24, 2021)—A prayer of thanks. We must remember why we are going through God’s wrath and for what reason He’s giving us a break. And He is. Pray. Heal. We are a people of God. In ‘Aliens Are Not‘ Yeshuah teaches us some very important lessons. Today, He taught me, or reminded me, through Paul in 1 Thessalonians. (I included the entire Scripture for you down below.) He reminds me that what I’m doing is important, that everyone who hears and speaks His words are doing important work.

He has reminded me over and over, and in ‘Aliens Are Not’ He spells it out clearly, that material things are not from Him. I knew this. Do you know this? Yes, He said that if you want anything, ask in His name. True. But Yeshuah doesn’t give wealth in the sense that you know of. Money, things…are not his thing! God searches our hearts. God knows what we need and if we abide by Him, He gives what we need…note: what we need. Yeshuah fulfills grace. It’s a spiritual, Godly thing. And…it is not easy. Nothing good ever is. But if you want it bad enough, you will do anything for it…living the way of Yeshuah is that ‘anything’!

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‘Punishments of Me’

This is My name forever, the name by which I am to be remembered from generation to generation.—Exodus 3:13-15

 Punishments of Me
  
 You† give, You† take away
 I've seen the dark of night
 I've seen the brightest of Your† Light
 I've written it all―outright
 including this plea―wrong or right
  
 You've† taken me down
 turn me up-side-down
 round and round
 I plea with Job in sound
 how much more 'til I'm found
 ‒in the complete of bound
  
 I'm doing the work
 my body withering in hurt
 my heart, with Death, does flirt
 my eyes filled with dirt
 how much longer will my legs‒
 vertical―surf
  
 You† give, You† take away
 ‒a constant revolving sway
 I pray every day
 sometimes, struggling with Faith
 holding on, Happiness‒
 one day, You'll† pay
 maybe, that day‒
 I finally finish these Words in say
  
 how much longer, Lord†‒
 how many more days must I wait
 ‒too much time in weigh
 passed me by
 so much gone away
 so much Anger said
 without anything given in brave
  
 hear my Words, Lord†‒
 please return my grateful, Humble way
 please return a home‒
 where Peace remains in stay
 ‒I'm just asking today
 for You† to hear my say

(January 10, 2021)

Moses said to God, ‘Suppose I go to the Israelites and say to them, ‘The God of your fathers has sent me to you,’ and they ask me, ‘What is His name? Then what shall I tell them?’ God said to Moses, ‘I AM who I AM. This is what you are to say to the Israelites: ‘I AM has sent me to you.” God also said to Moses, ‘Say to the Israelites, ‘The Lord, the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob—has sent me to you.’ This is My name forever, the name by which I am to be remembered from generation to generation.’—Exodus 3:13-15

‘Punishments of Me’ was written July 10, 2017. I was struggling. I had a job to do for the Lord, I always knew it, and it had been years since the promise ‘Write and they will come.’ They didn’t come. They still haven’t come. But then I know the truth of my work now. This work isn’t for this generation. It is for the future. This generation, I’m told, has failed.

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