‘Distinction Made’

A warning to America. A call for change.

 Distinction Made
  
 america listen to the warnings
 europe pay attention‒
 to the sayings

 words coming...pouring

 offsprings of edom–
 a world in pillage and death
 –stripping God's† people
 of rest
  
 He's† tired of the mess
 He's had enough in digest
 –from governmental conquest
  to man-made churches
 –all of it combining
 with its deceptive separation
 in guess
  
 the ways of babylonia
 the same sin-engaged agenda
 corrupting systematically
 shielding...everything
spiritually
  
 God's† been listening
 chances have been given
 over 2,000 years
 as His† people–
 quaked in fear
  
 His† prophecies sent
 in slavery...they spent
 –by your hand–
 don’t you understand
  
 like the jews' torah test
 –in deception...you dressed–
 His† laws
 in your manipulative best
 disguising made-up truths
 –turning everyone
 into fools
  
 oh, pray! oh, pray!
 the new land of milk and honey
 stolen by
the edom of loony
 captured by
 a sneaking-in crony
 –this place...the new home
 to His† tribes–
 He† threw the bone
 fulfilling
 His† passed-down prophecy
 –coming through for them
 saving them...one by one–
 He† brought them over
 –a handed-down, four-leaf cover
  
 oh, edom! oh, edom!
 raping and enslaving
 this beautiful maiden–
 now the mother of her
 ‒turning His† flower into a zoo
 stealing her
 ‒she didn't have a clue
  
 you tried to conquer the world
 almost winning the swirl
 –God† finally sent you
 in a twirl
  
 over two hundred years
 –you broke His maiden's walls
 oh! didn't you, dear‒
 solidly placing
 God's† people in fear
 now...comes up the rear
 islam...joining hands to shear
  
 oh, beautiful maiden, God's† dear!–
 casted-out little deer
 making friends with enemies–
 quite queer
  
 poor, poor beautiful maiden!
 courted and manipulated‒
 by the seductive new babylonia
 ‒God's† given so much to you
 oh! this vengeful-enemy agenda‒
 has more pillage...on you...to do
  
 it's already turned
your beautiful innocence‒
 into a sinful crop
 prostituting you out
 forcing in its clout
 controlling...everything
 you were about
  
 oh, forever lost virgin!
 –so young, yet so dumb
 not protecting God's†
 great big crumb
 ‒a beautiful land
 with the whole
 of the sum
  
 you have given into fallen
 to the evil spreads
 –edom's favorite jest
 
 God's† wrath is awoken
 His finger...pushed the button 

 ‒He's† left you alone–
 hoping you'd find your way
 on your own
  
 giving you vastness–
 intelligence, technology
 beauty in mercy
 protection...a massive army
 but you failed Him†
 you open-handedly gave over
 His† precious four-leaf clover
 –forgetting He's† the Creator
 forgetting His† Son†...your Savior
  
 too late, too late
 it's all begun
 His† cycle...to begin again
  
 you abolished hearing
 you abolished seeing
 He's† pleaded and pleaded‒
 but you concealed
 that of listening
 preaching myths and tales
 putting up His† existence–
 for sale!
  
 oh, watchmen! oh, watchmen!
  those in listen
 –go against this captured fest
 speak, speak, speak
 God's† wrath is on the move–
 there's no turning back
 for Him†...they didn't seek!
  
 wasted, wasted, wasted
 oh, beautiful land of gems!
 oh, mountains and lakes!
 oh, crops and fields!
 oh, forest and streams!
 –a land so free
 but not easy to keep
  
 the doors have opened–
 God's† turning
 on your precious land
 the enemy isn't sneaking
 –its already in
  
 God's† wrath awoken! 

(September 20, 2019)—‘Distinction Made’…is one of two writings that came through this morning. I’ve taken a break from meditating because I am told to build God’s Mercy…the page here about what God, Yeshuah and David are showing me. I can tell you this: I’m being guiding on how to do these pages just like I was guided on how to put together my books. I’m to display all the pictures I was told to take, to reveal a part of God that few get to see. No, I don’t feel special. Actually, I’m nervous and a bit afraid. But God knows this. So, I’m being helped.

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‘Suffering is Personal’

You have a choice. I chose my journey because God’s more important than man…yes, even my children. It’s up to man to have enough faith to fear Him as much as I do.

 Suffering is Personal
 
to cry is to water seeds
hunger is to know how to feed
–those in need
those accustomed
to being the weed
 
to the Word I shall heed
no matter the cost–
no matter how much I bleed
it is written
it is my forever creed
–my vow, my chosen deed
 
all this hope I shall mead
I will adhere to what I believe
good...I will constantly conceive
open all that I am
for what I'm to receive
 
if I stand strong–
I can always be naïve
wear my heart on my sleeve
allow others...me...to deceive
allow others
me...walk away...leave
I'll never
in negative...weave
their meddling notion
in unbelief
 
I'm His† child...this vine
forever grows through weeds
forever planting hope's seed
forever holding strong–
my intentions
in all I believe
for all creation:
the sun, the mountains
the animals, the sea
the entire Earth...everything
that my eyes see
even this air that I breathe
comes from the one and only 'He†'!
 
I'm His† child
open to all
there is to see
moved by what is unseen
what is to be
what is already deemed
all in the hope for souls
to be Redeemed
–picked...one by one
those taken for weeds
but have been already chosen–
for the light...deemed

August 26, 2019

‘He† Said’

If you have ears, Hear!

 He† Said
 
He† said it once
He† said it twice
still...they're not worried
still...they don't bow
still...they ignore
the same
they don't hear His† name
 
I cry for them
I cry for me
tormented just like them
wanting more
for my self
glorying
for my self
just like them
 
He† said it once
He† said it twice
it's the same
for they forgot His† name
and the reason
His† Son† came

(August 25, 2019)―I’ve been tormenting myself over the visions I’ve been shown. How can one accept that they have been placed in ear shot of the Lord? But I remain faithful. Some things have happened that I didn’t record here, some that I did and are worth repeating. The one huge fact that my vow, pleaded and made in 2012, was to ‘write for You’…meaning the Lord if He rescued me from my peril. I didn’t say ‘I’ll write 13 books’. I said ‘I’ll write for You.’ And as I wrote previously, He reminded me of that this past week. God takes things literally. He doesn’t, like we do, add stuff in there! That’s a very hard lesson to learn.

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‘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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‘Channel’

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.

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‘What Comes Out’

Anger: How changing this one emotion can change your entire life!

 What Comes Out
 
she weighed
the things she's said
‒those retaliating words
she weighed
the things she's done
thinking it all hard love
but it was anger
‒acting out
over another's danger
 
what makes you do
these things?
 
she pondered the question
the only answer: retaliation
she bowed her head
in confession
responding to those living
in secret
putting her in the dark...deeper
 
she weighed
her lost of control
‒all man things took their toll
grabbing at her in hold
her...letting it all
use her in bold
 
anger's put her in the red
shaped thoughts in head
then actions without thought
knowing the wrong
in every heart beat
then came further heat
 
she weighed
all these things
knowing too late always rings
seeking truth
sets off anger in sing
it's her life
not just some fling
 
she sighed just a bit
thinking these things
anger's become a distraction
at times
giving satisfaction
‒the evil whore's demolition
 
she bowed her head
in greater confession
this her greatest sin
one...with‒
she no longer
wants to blend

control‒
a fight she's determined
to win
‒using gratitude
from God's† den‒
the only way to contend
‒be put in the light
from way deep within

(April 27, 2019)―There are 2 large garbage cans that came with the house I live in. When we first moved in, they were in the corner of the garage. The side where I park my car. My car door opens up to the wall side of the garage. I have boxes stacked in there, which I never unpacked also on the side where I park my car. About a month ago, we were told by the landlord that we had to clean up the backyard. After the winter, the pine needles and pine cones had added up. So, in order to make my job a little easier, I moved the garbage cans to the side of the house, inside the metal gate. Since, they were out of the way in the garage, I moved over some boxes, which made getting out of my car easier.

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‘Shouldering Damage’

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 prices
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.

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‘Hidden Treasure’

Discovering the hidden treasure in yourself!

 Hidden Treasure
 
I found it
in the mince of broken
it was afraid and hidden
an abundantly harvested token
‒over used and forsaken
 
I took it in
without fear's notion
‒not even feeling a demotion
I bathed
in its scented potion
rolled around
in its storied creation
 
I overlooked‒
its wicked formation
for I saw‒
a different translation
‒one that needed
a believer's gratification
one with a heart-filled formulation
 
I listened
to its every beckon
sometimes, in stages of drunken
 
all around...deemed it poison
something to be shackled‒
in a far-away prison
 
I threw out‒
traditionalized opinions
nothing stuck‒
rotten or forbidden
its scent just heightened
‒nothing could be wrong
or mistaken
 
I moved like lightening
intentional burns‒
gone...forgotten
‒days passing slow, steadfast‒
good ridden!
I drove it‒
to an endless vacation
‒whatever conviction
out...came my eviction
 
I smiled as I saw its rising
all my stops...fully opened
pulling it out of hopeless‒
with my inner-most motivation
‒a darkened star had risen!
 
I fought everything
in grand petition
every inside concentration‒
I put aside
rose to the occasion
‒with the fierceness of driven
this hidden treasure
overcoming every treason
to become the lamination
of a new generation!
 
stop!....
 
reveal
came its different ideas written
all avenues taken‒
off records...stricken
–beating all those defeating‒
overcoming...petitions
a losing validation!
 
I lost to its mention
‒there...in its private station
came to life‒
its own treasure hidden
in all its careful motions‒
belts and strings
forcefully tightened
 
I craved to be enlightened
–nothing valued...given
anything to elevate my vision
halted in moments of frighten
 
I fought constant bent roads‒
tried to straighten
tried to remember each lesson
through all that glistened‒
it had its own secrets woven
‒knowledge in listen
mixing up pointless decisions
taking all the forgivens
icing them‒
in the forever of frozen
 
yes, I found it
in the mince of broken
it was afraid and hidden
an abundantly harvested token
‒over used and forsaken
 
but all the good of will‒
off...steadily shakened
breathing‒
living a horrid token
in anger's hidden conviction
‒all that's been stolen‒
on others
its constant reliving
 
it found its way‒
in rebuilding
using knowledge given
slashing‒
all help's salutations
keeping to itself‒
a stolen formulation
‒to avoid sharing‒
treasures hidden
as I sit
in lost wanderings–
moments
I took it
out of forsaken
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Commentaries: Matthew 13:44-46

[k. e. leger’s Note: This article and all that goes with it from biblehub.com is not originally written in the English language. It was translated and I will correct spelling and punctuation as in keeping with the meaning of their content. In some places, I had to let it be. I hope that you enjoy this piece anyway. This goes with my article title ‘Discovering the Hidden Treasure in Yourself’.]

Ellicott’s Commentary [Introduction]

The kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field.—Probably no parable in the whole series came more home to the imagination of the disciples than this. Every village had its stories of men who had become suddenly rich by finding some hidden hoard that had been hastily concealed in time of war or tumult.

Then, as now, there were men who lived in the expectation of finding such treasures, and every traveler who was seen searching in the ruins of an ancient town was supposed to be hunting after them. As far back as the days of Solomon, such a search had become a parable for the eager pursuit of wisdom (Proverbs 2:4).

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The Case of the Buried Treasure

by Ray Stedman, Authentic Christianity

[k. e. leger Note: This article was written June 27, 1971. Please take note how this article, written 48 years ago, still holds true today. This really helps us to understand the struggle with Israel, and why the governments are acting the way they are. This goes with my article titled ‘Discovering the Hidden Treasure in Yourself.’]

In the great series of parables in Matthew 13 our Lord gave us, as He said, ‘The secrets of the kingdom of Heaven.’ The kingdom of Heaven is God’s work among men, God’s rule and authority in the midst of human affairs. In this series, Jesus is revealing the work of the kingdom as it is going on throughout the centuries of this present age since His first coming and before His return. We come to the fifth parable this morning, the parable of the buried treasure.

I don’t know what that may evoke in your mind. It always reminds me immediately of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island, of Long John Silver, and doubloons and pieces-of-eight, peg-leg pirates, and all the exciting things usually associated with the idea of buried treasure. It is intriguing to realize that Scripture deals with this subject as well. It recognizes the allure and the mystery, which always gathers around the notion of hidden treasure. God has His buried treasures and He is speaking of them in this parable.

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