You are worth every bit of struggle. It is up to you to take those struggles and help others with theirs. That’s the meaning of being the body and Jesus† being the head. He† is with you. Never forget that!
Undo What's Done
you are His† son
a tiny dot of sun‒
that can wage wars
beneath the stars
from so close
yet so far
I feel it all‒
deep inside
‒you have
what it takes
undo what's done
‒show the world
your sum
you are His† son
larger than life
cut by a knife
bleeding deep‒
from the inside
‒throw it, throw it
far from your outside
grow outward‒
don't hide
prove to Him†
you are more‒
than just a son
‒you are a light
shining
from a darkened sun
(Written September 25, 2019)
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink. Oh, how true that is!
The Divine's Chase
simon peter drew his sword
a high priest's servant‒
stood before the Lord†
down came peter's arm
a broken ear
sounded the alarm
before His† disciples
before armed men‒
Jesus† healed that ear‒
without needing a friend
still...eyes were crippled
in shackles, He† was taken
‒His† disciples had forsaken
all around today's world
worshiping of many gods
still a bended swirl
‒so long ago
what was written
twisted and twirled
miracles shown to all who seen
a resurrection on bended knees
still
illusions behind smoke screens
as common as movie screens
why are you trying to see God†
when you couldn't...can't
even see His† Son†
you can't even feel His† Spirit†
you can't even be that clever
you question the unseen
but clearly
you've felt its beam
you don't question the seen
but clearly
allow its soul-spirit stealing ream
you follow all these mega-churches
with their millions in fame
their fancy sermons
with lights that gleam
‒ages of expensive suits
and seats so clean
but you don't see
the poor on the street
living in dirt
everyday...with evil...flirt
you don't see
these millions
helping them
finding a way
to shoulder them
no...too much a burden
reputations in forbidden
on goes their money...overseas
where eyes don't really see
‒truth of the unseen
stories, stories, stories
history, history, history
how 'bout present day
all it takes...is faith
instead of mri'ing the brain
searching, searching, searching
for God's† remains‒
try looking inside
maybe with Him†
you'll actually collide!
(September 9, 2019)—My fuck-you church awakens again! I sit day after day waiting for people to change, waiting for them to actually mean what they say. It’s been over 10 years now and I watch them fail their tests over and over again. It’s really sad because to say that you love then to crucify someone that you called friend, to ignore your parent when they’ve done nothing to you but say the truth, to ignore your family because they are doing what they are supposed to do is not following the way of love.
Continue reading “‘The Divine’s Chase’ and ‘Chastisement…Useless’”You must learn to fight with your mind!
Backlash
He's† coming
His† fierce wrath
–a warning
that will steal your laugh
He's† waited
as you gently
took your bath
seeing you
enjoy your treasures
He's glad
His† simplicity‒
riddled with an interesting sass
if you fall too far behind
on the graph
He† has an unwavering strap
administered by
a father's unconditional love‒
in a dash
giving you a chance
to bounce back
from your deep, darkened nap
but you haven't read
the telegraph
you haven't heard
the endless knocking raps
you haven't heard
the crash, the clash
or the blast
you haven't even heard
the slush
of His† slow drag
instead
you waddle like an ass
pretending to celebrate
honor His† flag
while others...with a bat
so willing to bash
round and round
lap after lap
slowly distorting Him†
in every class
mixing it all up–
commoners can't even grasp
leaving it all
to be given in mass
not willing
to take on the task
–it's all been a trap
the mark of the beast–
will be an easy lash
they will be willing–
without any wording sass
let alone
a flame from a shiny blast
how to measure gullibility–
the strength needed
to cure this rash
will take more
than attending a mass
or around waist
wrapping a sash
in the mind
will come the nag
–a played-out invisible rag
strange thoughts
making a face sag
doubt...oh! how nasty!
its constant drag
heaviness and confusion–
mixing it all up in lag
there's a better way to combat
this dark invisible rag
–powers hidden
once sealed–
too high to be grasped
it's now time
to bathe in its vast
opening it up–
the vaults...down...smash
mind for mind...slash
taking control back
before the Lamb† comes
in a flash
open up for a higher stash
–sorting through trash
with an energy in splash
yes, He's† coming
a warning in passing
a chance to be given
for a new class
a higher way
fighting in blast
a choice in self's brass
–thrive in eternity's musical jazz
or fall in evil's
forever fire-pitting trap
(August 24, 2019)―Wow! is how today began. A jolting out of bed at 4 a.m. to write. I didn’t want to get up. Three times I was literally jolted out of bed. I finally got up and I’ve been writing ever since. That’s what I’m suppose to do: keep writing.
I mentioned in a few writings that I’ll eventually have a section on here about my meditation journey…it will either be in a category or an entire section to itself. All I know is that I’m on an extraordinary journey and I’ve been on this journey for years now, only this time it’s elevated, and I’m to share the entire process here.
Continue reading “‘Backlash’ (Crucifixion Vision)”I am woman and my faith is my Choice!
What Says You
defiance in its true nature
reaches those too immature
to know the difference
‒a veiled struggling creature
avoiding words of the one
true teacher
over two thousand years ago
blood fell on hands‒
those in the know
as they began to sow
deceptions made
of silver and gold
dawning black hats and robes
ignoring what Jesus† came to show
choices of ignorance
they choose
‒God† released His† grasp
His† hold
time slips in its venture
here and there...new adventures
‒words remain
from the one and only teacher
He† will come
without another lecture
He† will come
in storms of weather
they'll be no guessing‒
go on being the hater, the abuser
you won't have to wonder
when it's time‒
you won't deny
the presence of the creator
so go on...go!
be the reason
for destruction...hold
be thoughtless and bold
He's† coming!
He's† coming
absent silver and gold
He's† coming to decide‒
who stays, who goes
who rises, who He† shall behold
152...a good number to consider
ignore...it doesn't matter
He's† never been the taker
‒a constant in giver
lessons, tests‒
giving all chances in reconsider
now His† patience is on the damper
time is over...in chatter
get on your knees‒
be the prayer
change your heart
to the honest giver
repent in matters of sinner
‒time in choose
is now on the ledger‒
no turning back‒
He's† becoming the taker!
(August 8, 2019)—My spiritual journey is continuing. I’m not really ready to talk about it but I’m sure there will come a day. Today, I was led to Acts…pages that I never marked up. I have been questioning my journey lately. I’m a woman…as a former Catholic…I asked: I’m a woman. What authority do I have to talk about such things? I’m not kidding. The Catholic church has re-positioned the woman below man for hundreds and hundreds of years. I’m lucky to have finally had my eyes opened to their cruel injustice…truly against anything the Bible teaches!
Continue reading “‘What Says You’”Healing individual and nation byway of God’s tests!
Time Allotment
there were so many‒
but not quite like the three
babylon, rome, egypt
babylon wiped from the map
rome...an enemy-insertion trap
as egypt turns
to left-over scrap
there were many other nations
tribes around the world
worshiping their gods
in a swirl
disappearing...gone
‒their gods' validation
God† over-shadows all others
they last quite a while
then smothered
God† doesn't interfere
doesn't even bother
‒leave them to the world's wonder
just how many gods
are under the thunder?
once mighty rulers
having gold and emeralds
hundreds of years‒
forcing slaves
to dry them tears
in each heart
placements of fear
thousands of years
controllers held dear
all before: Jesus† appeared
slowly, slowly rulers
of such magnitude...disappeared
are you blind...think so queer
that you can out smart‒
thousands of years!
just three: babylon, rome, egypt
oh my! thousands of years
they had reason‒
held their egos so dear
forcing love to the rear
live by hate, pride‒
the shield...instilling fear
but barely old enough
to even see rough!
built up pride and ego
not even three hundred years!
laugh, laugh, laugh
‒the emptying of the glass
chances were given
to help you last
‒you're just using it in sass
sweet, sweet land of milk and honey
days are coming less sunny
countries with more maturity
countries with much more history
fell to the feet
of the Mystery†
ancestors left
with no one to call majesty
‒take heed to that of sincerity
you're wasting a gift‒
too young...a baby
not even close to maturity
ego, pride, greed‒
wasted years in cruelty
falling to the hands
of evil in royalty!
(July 5, 2019)—I was led to Ezekiel again today. Political mess. Shootings again in America. Not schools or theaters this time…Wal-Marts! I ask: Why not Target, or the malls, or Walgreens, or any other branded store. Why Wal-Marts? Strange occurrences. The schools. Sure there were a few out-of-sort shootings trying to throw it off, but mostly schools. Then theaters. Random? Across the country. Even less than six minutes from my house! Then a concert…I’m thinking it was going to be the first of many, but then security took over. Stupid really…to target a place like Vegas…that shit spills all over the country. I went to several concerts after. Security is high! Now stores….
Continue reading “‘Time Allotment’”The veils revealed through Ezekiel 38 and 39.
When You Are Sure!
self righteousness
won't get you far
look to the stars
get out of your cars
stare
not at mars...stars
your petty judgments
your petty arguments
have not compared to wars
the Lord† has charged
out of peace
He† can forge
start from nothing...wars
use the enemy
for a cause
that didn't exist
until veils barged
your evil thoughts
won't get you too far
for He's† in charge!
you don't have a say
on your part
when He† needs
to move forward‒
His† barge!
(July 16, 2019)―I’m to write my truth to you. A lot has been going on in my world and it is happening fast. I seem to have written enough about the healing…what we are responsible to do for ourselves. Now, the writing is upsetting in a way. I’ve had some hormonal days topped with the upstairs neighbor having strife…I’ve been sucking up the energy, and then getting this spiritual awakening (go ahead and smirk…I had to look all this up myself), now these writings that are coming. I’ve been crying for two days.
Continue reading “‘When You Are Sure!’”Testimony: One of God’s messengers. Saying YES to the Big Man Upstairs…no matter what! My 4-year journey for love, no matter the consequences!
Testing Will
He† knows me deep within
He† knows I'd give in
then...feel the guilt of sin
He† held me
within this evil den
all along–
as I felt alone and abandoned
as I cried and cried
struggling, fighting
–evil's bid to win
four years in this brethren
a feel of insanity's hymn
negative thoughts...pounding
smothered in foreign emotions
evil aware of the reason
–knowing
the purpose of my season
sometimes
losing it without praying
lost in extreme's commotion
at me...came every explanation
learning my self
in its manipulation
evil tried to win
it tried everything
digging its teeth within
my angels were fighting
holding me in their wings
'til I was in delivering
–my will weakening...strengthening
a day-to-day variation
–wanting it all to end
this sixth sense
gave its warning
the stay kept on coming
along with each
secretive manifestation
in hiding
as anxiety and panic
kept attacking
my self-esteem
furiously stripping
burying me in ignoring
playing in my sexuality–
what was left
of its intention
through emotional baiting
fight's annihilation
this dizzying world
kept me sinking
'til my hands
living in jittering
my eyes...blurring, drying
my hair in constant falling
my weight in agonizing gaining
my chest in heavy palpitations
my body lost
in fatigue's aggravation
my mind fighting negative
horrid inventions
my mouth became
acid's salutation
from yelling, screaming
foul annotations
to a vicious appeal
in chanting
I held on tight
to the calling
knowing...soon...it was ending
pleading and begging
praying and sleeping
dreaming and imagining
–holding on to
the coming glorification
packing and moving
God's† quick verification
to do it
even through questioning, doubting
–it all wasn't fabrication
or some childish exaggeration
but a purposeful delivering intention
–a message coming through....
fighting evil's blocking mechanism
for a soul in saving
me: a favor in returning
as God's† hardened instrumentation
I took it in breaking
codependency's formulation
–holding on tight
to God's† coming verification
all...
leading to enlightening, awakening
a coming out
spiritual connection
(June 13-July 6, 2019)―In this article: I will recap some events that led up to today where I’m sitting; I will show and explain how numbers work when it comes to messages and I will show how signs work (I’ve included pictures to demonstrate what I’m talking about); I will talk about the veils; I will talk about receiving messages and delivering them; and I will reveal God’s Grace once again, and how He shows His gratitude when we do what He wants us to do. So, sit back, grab a cup of coffee (because this is a very long work), and get ready to be amazed! God is powerful. God is just. God is sincere. God makes a promise and shows His mercy and delivers once we complete our vows and/or the missions that He requests from us. Learning to listen is key!
Continue reading “‘Testing Will’”Don’t change your independent self because of another person.
Channel
a bird flies when its free
it stagnates
in captivity
its colors blossom
in variety
fading in ambiguity
‒plucking them out
in atrocity
in nature...the act in free‒
all the same
in its facility
a trapping technicality
‒being free has its complexity
as a woman
in her diplomacy
giving true
to her effeminacy
when treated
with significancy
when she's satisfied
in her sexuality
she falls into compliancy
even in another's complacency
giving up her self-sufficiency
even her style in flossy
being, at first
blissful in buoyancy
as it goes...comes the decadency
becoming aware
of the deficiency
–a broken down fallacy
as she meets each exigency
outward...comes her adamancy
as gone goes her sexy
–an inward building pudency
her usual controlled diplomacy
loses its bearing
to rampancy
as goes the controlling austerity
saving-money hostility
‒slowly caving
in her impetuosity
attention...gone its notoriety
even her newly shaped nudity
once praised with delicacy
gone...with looks
words in vulgarity
stripping
all her sexy naughty
–leaving vagueness
in commonality
lack of interest
opens a familiarity
once ignoring
so much secrecy
once ignoring the mendacity
pulling forward
all its perfidy
as gone...all her sensuality
understanding
its diverted generosity
she becomes lost
in recalcitrancy
–the precious kitty lost
to lunacy
all for giving her free
to submissive captivity
for the awakening
of her sexuality!
(May 9, 2019)―It’s funny how life repeats itself when we don’t learn the lesson the first time around. The funny thing for me is that I wrote about this before. I guess it pays to write about it again. The woman and all of her charm and personality has a way of turning into the woman her man wants her to be. Hold on before you scream: That’s not true. I do have a very good point.
Continue reading “‘Channel’”Actions, in spite of resentment, still say LOVE
Love in Action
no matter the resentment
it was given then taken
actions of love
still...not just a must
but a do
it's all giving
without judgment
helping without faking
actions in love
doing
without needing a clue
it's helping another
without commitment
being truthful
without manipulation
actions in love
doing
for words are not enough
it's getting over
the resentment
‒those taking without
returning the give
actions in love
still...a beautiful mark
on the heart
in the making
(April 30, 2019)―Resentment. I’ve written a lot about resentment in Book 12. It’s part of the codependency deal. A codependent will give and give without thinking of themselves and then they begin to resent it because they carry the expectation of being given in return. Of course, the given in return doesn’t happen most of the time. A codependent is a bit fucked up in a sense because of this expectation.
Continue reading “‘Love in Action’”You deal and accept the physical damage caused by narcissism’s carelessness
Shouldering Damage
upon her shoulders
carries the weight–
shouldering damage
from those who couldn't stay
–a go-getter
they couldn't take
she...never wanting‒
any kinda hate
‒that was never
her intended fate
‒she let love lead the way
ending in heavy price's
to pay
only in moments
she lived in sedate
all them medical doctors
had to medicate
she just needed room‒
a bit of space
to grasp the idea
of her body ache
never using it as an escape
‒it hurt...and she was its bait
she knows she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–but others led her to fall
not caring the damage at all
upon her shoulders‒
she wears the cape
an anti-depressant to mask
a different kinda ache
–emotional chains
she couldn't tolerate
a burning heart
left in saturate
mixed with anger
lust and hate
screaming
without intentional berate
from love
that just couldn't stay
then again‒
she let love be her mate
a heart damaged‒
in too many ways
–again...a turn in obliterate
a brain burned in uncultivate
all that damage‒
on her shoulders
in blissful weight
men who couldn't bear
the cape
of her physical‒
being in waste
she knows she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–but others led her to fall
not caring the damage at all
she now wears‒
a suit of armor
from love's mate
as the heavy scars from fake–
I can't stay
you...I could only tolerate
builds her face
straight to a destiny's fate–
the writer in massive create
she...to never deny God
in whatever she faced
so she shoulders damage
left behind–
by carelessness
and self hate
building her rose‒
from a destroyer's
intentional state
she knows‒
she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–others led her to fall
not caring
the damage at all
oh! how
she can stand tall–
she picked herself up
from the fall
using the rest of her life
in God's hall
lost to true love's
missed call
she knows‒
she gave it her all
–it was not her
that caused
the fall!
(April 24, 21019)—I was sent to a heart specialist today. Although I’m 50, I’m always the youngest in the room when it comes to things like this. (I started saying this phrase back in 2013 when I returned to the VA. I was always the youngest in the room back then.) So, I’m sitting there going through Scriptures, keeping my mind occupied. I didn’t want to think about why I was there. Then I got called to the back. A slew of tests were ordered, including a monitor, which I’ll have to wear for a week.
Continue reading “‘Shouldering Damage’”
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