Tag: awakening

‘The Silence of Still’ (Written from a Vision sent by God)

The mercy of the silence will be unexplainable.

The Silence of Still
(Written from a Vision sent by God)
  
 can you hear the whispers
 through the air
 the conjugating of birds
 shh...hear them go quiet
 the low howls of hounds
 the uneasy purr of cats
 the cattle all laid down
 even the horses lie on their bellies
 their necks stretched out
 their eyes focused
no wheres
  
 the waves that raged
 now are calm, smooth
 except for the slow bumping
 against lifelessness
 against broken shores
 where once stood beautiful structures
 glazing in the morning sun
 now lay invisible images
 lost in the silence of still
  
 shh...can you hear the whispers
 the crying of the trees
 their battle long gone
 watching the water come and go
 its dark, mucky vortex
 surrounding the hollowness
 of the silence
 their departed leaves
 withering in mixed congregation
  
 shh...shh...can you hear the whispers
 tiny ants coming out to feast
 hungry flies gathering around
 surveying the air
 lurking in the stillness
 ready in their devour
 of what's left
 of the silence
  
 shh...shh...there it is
 far, far but so very close
 from low, deep in throat
 a piercing wail
 like never heard
 an unmatched sound
 human...animal?
 how can one tell
 it's engulfed in the stillness
 like a look looking
 but not seeing
 it's bathed in rage
 a blanketed depth
 so darkened and mellowed
 that it stills the stillness
  
 shh...shh awaken to the whisper
 the sound of inconceivable
 as the ants begin their march
 as the flies settle their position
 as the leaves give into their stench
 as the trees weaken their hold–
 their roots release the Earth
 as they fall to the ground
 lose themselves
 to the wet cape below
  
 the silence stares
 listening to the anguish wail
 coming from deep, deep
 as the sea returns to the sun
 wrapping its arms around
 the silence
 begging for beauty
 to be seen
 as she rocks back and forth
 begging the trees
 begging the cows, the horses
 all those in the wild
 'stand up, stand up'
  
 but shh...shh there's just the whispers
 low, low...the stillness
 as its look keeps looking
 but can't anymore see

(December 22, 2019) The above describes a vision sent to me from God.

Note: The photograph was taken November 9th, the bride and groom, the Sign of Jonah.

‘Backlash’ (The Crucifixion Vision)

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.

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‘Time Allotment’

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: Yeshuah† 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….

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‘Solitary Confinement’

The truth of planting seeds by-way of Jeremiah! It’s time for hurting to take the personal responsibility to heal.

 
 Solitary Confinement
  
 they're out there enjoying Life
 those who Lied and betrayed
 while she sits in silence
 waiting for her time
  
 they all believe the opposite
 of what is True
 they are all blinded in fool
 while her tears cause her to drool
 praying...her inward tool
 for being condemned
 doing what she was supposed to do
  
 all abandoned her
 deciding to judge
 where no judgment was due
 pitying her–
 where no pitying was due
  
 so she accepts the cross
 ‒knowing full well...who's in charge
 in the waves of other's flaws
 like a rage doll...she was tossed
  
 but her hopes
stayed with the Light
 their insecurities
weren't even her fight
 in her eyes
she just watched their blight
 screamed at them
in her troubled fight
 thinking it was her right
 standing up for herself
against the night
 those suffering for lack of insight
 in only the Lord†
can things ever be right
  
 yes, she watched...screamed
 with all her might
 years of blight‒
 but it was never her fight
 ‒she was already in the Light
  
 so she waits...sometimes in cry
 accepting the silence
 her temporary confinement
 forever lasting enlightenment
 as those who suffer inside
 play with false lives
on the outside
 ‒the lost coveting what they lost
 concealing in Lies...lost
 not knowing what it means
 to take it to the cross
  
 yes, they condemn her, judge her
 placing her in depressed...lost
 when all the while‒
 what they refused to see
 she was always a Faithful child
 of the Boss!

(July 23, 2019)—There’s a lot going on but little of nothing. What’s taking place in my life is not on the outside per say. I never really knew what was meant by Spiritual Awakening. To be honest, I thought it was all a bunch of crap. But I could never deny the things I’ve experienced when it came to the spiritual world. All the experiences I’ve written about in My 12-Book Series, well, they actually happened. Everything I’m experiencing now…it’s actually happening. It’s not in my mind, or some crazy deal. I think this is the part that separates the spiritual realm from the rest of the world. People go to church every day all around the world, but they really don’t understand what they are hearing or reading about because so much is left out of those preachings.

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‘Hold Them Hard!’ and ‘Rest in Certainty’ (God)

Our Lord is demanding of today’s society through Ezekiel: Accountability and personal responsibility! 

 Hold Them Hard!
  
 don't let up
 they must see Love
 it's coming from above
 ‒not in some tattered glove
 to the side...to be shoved
  
 give them the hard
 look beyond the stars
 way, way up...far
 help them remove scars
 rise up...be hard
 ‒make them see the cards
  
 don't give up!
 hear Words of the morning dove
 they are all the cubs
 make a fuss
 even if you have to cuss
 don't...don't give up
  
 so many are in starve
 Needing Life in carve
 open up, open up the jar
 be the Worded bar
 know I'm† here in hard
  
 instruction in the shove
 My† little turtle dove
 no worries for the fluff
 I'm† done with that stuff
 it's coming
to the push and shove
 and...I'm† the shove
 I† give you the boxing gloves

Note: I wasn’t sure by this time that I was being fed the Words until His voice because clear in the next piece. He did not identify Himself in the above piece.

(July 18, 2019)—This is the second work today. This afternoon. I had no intention on type this stuff up today, or even posting, let along writing a second. I was led to yet another section of my Bible that is not marked up, nor visited since 2007. Again, the theme continues. If you made it to this one, you’ll need to go back to ‘Orchestrated Part’. This is the first time this has happened. I did several in a row on codependency, but nothing like this.

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