‘To Be Known’

I can’t force this knowledge on you. I can only share what is given to me. And I do it willingly.

To Be Known

all the things I saw‒
dear children
‒even through you
the Wisdom of old
still applies fully
‒is still true

except one

the wicked will not be
forever
if they turn from their ways
‒seek Yeshuah†

the righteous will not continue
if they turn to sin
(for any reason)
including―protecting their offspring
‒their pride and self

it is best to accept persecution
because of Christ†
then to forfeit it
for a luxury's night of sleep
or a bowl of extra soup

God† does not change‒
what He† hates He† hated
what He† adores He† adored
what He† forgives He† forgave
what He† disciplines He† disciplined

my children, you tested your mother
for no reason
‒for God† tested His† servant
even through her offspring
‒to get her to turn on Him†

‒He† could not do it
for her love for Him†
is immeasurable
‒He† comes before you

this is how it should be
with your own life

my children, if you can't leave
your mother, your father
your sister, your brother
your son, your daughter
behind
to serve Christ†
‒you aren't for Christ†

don't mock the Lord†
for He† shall test to see
if your word is true

(September 6, 2023)―I was reluctant to share these today. And both of Them gave me time to think about it. Just like in the Crucifixion Vision, Yeshuah made me take the time to think about my decision before answering Him. This is Yeshuah’s nature. He wants you to think about it, consider all the options….’

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‘Lessons Given’ (God Answers Me)

I can’t force this knowledge on you. I can only share what is given to me. And I do it willingly.

Lessons Given (God Answers Me)

why does Wisdom
hold Herself back
why―when veils go on
does She hide Herself

what good have I done
if those I touched‒
must travel this same road:
the testing for humility
by God†, Himself†

‒not before they watch me
go through mine‒
struggle and falter
without losing hope‒
hugging to my heart…my faith
like a ragdoll‒
shielding me from the tears
I cried

how will they understand
‒the faith given to them
was always true―real

what lessons did I teach
as my fall crumbled‒
all around me
‒my resurrection
proving fruitful
‒not in material possessions
fame and fortune
‒but in pure peace―humility

how―in this world of materialism
will they see through the wreckage
‒peer inside truth
Wisdom…Herself

I gave to my children‒
all that I have
guiding them, keeping them safe
teaching them the ways of God†
‒building in them
an honorable character

how is it
that it seems to have rotted
‒gone out of them
all that I taught them

what use have I been
in all that I gave my life
up
for

'let Me†, your Father†, answer you

it is to each person
in this modern world
‒that will become ancient‒
that humility is reached

it is the choice given
when they leave their parents
and become their own

trust in the process, servant
the process that you wrote about
they will find their way
just as your husband will

bless be the one
who reads My† words
for understanding

you are hope
for those to come'

(September 6, 2023)―I was reluctant to share these today. And both of Them gave me time to think about it. Just like in the Crucifixion Vision, Yeshuah made me take the time to think about my decision before answering Him. This is Yeshuah’s nature. He wants you to think about it, consider all the options.

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‘Travel Notice’ (Yeshuah and the Sword Dream)

‘….Let this be written for a future generation, that a people not yet created may praise the Lord: ‘The Lord looked down from His sanctuary on high, from Heaven He viewed the Earth, to hear the groans of the prisoners and release those condemned to death….’—Psalm 102

Travel Notice (Yeshuah)

it's been set in motion
this thing called life
you can try to stop it
that's your very life
you can continue to sit
that's your very right
life will still be
the commotion
that set forth

all will happen
a rearrangement of time
but the path
is still in line
with the Father's† hand

this you should understand

['how's My† rhyme?' He† asked
I just smiled]

it is so
the instruction will come an end
and left
are words from the Father†
and from the Son†

it is I†, the Son†
welcome to your life

it is not a bad way
if you do good deeds
treat people with respect
honor your parents
seek refuge in Me†, Yeshuah†

those few things
leads a life
in salvation

not everyone is called
to preach or to heal
to teach or to worship every day
but everyone is employed
charged
with these few things

and there's a point
I†, Yeshuah†, knows
the hardships, the struggles

do you understand
that these things are given
to keep you safe

I've† given instruction
on choices
so has the Father†
these, choices, are important
for the building of you

you, each person, has to choose
which choice
their life is to follow

do you think
being rich and famous
is a good choice?

I† would think that over
if I† were you

being rich and famous
is a difficult choice
those who achieve this
often don't make it
to the Kingdom of God†

they get stuck
in matters of the world

just think about this
if all the rich and famous
would feed the poor
and do all the good things
the Father† desires
then there would be
no more hunger or poor
or any of the uncomfortable things
that happen to people

let's talk about the children
for a moment
from early days
tribes have taken the innocent
and sacrificed their purity
this is done
to their false gods

the Lord† Almighty hates
these things

do you ever wonder about abraham
and God's† call
to sacrifice his only son

do you understand this?

abraham was going to follow through
not only because God† said to
but because it was part
of that society's normal
a good test for him

sacrifice of the pure
is still happening today
that coupled with the sexual desire
of children
and employing that desire
is what the Father† hates

there is nothing more revolting
and it is of the evil nature
done by the fallen

people know this is happening
it happens in their own families
yet, you are not disgusted by that
but you watch a movie
that has made millions in money
and write that it 'opened your eyes'

how is this possible?

your mixture of emotions
is fascinating
your handle-ment of them
is sad

I† revealed to the prophet
another dream
concerning the torture
of the children
she doesn't want to believe
but being a prophet
is seeing all
that I† show to her
so she may tell you
and you will ignore her

[added note: you ignore her
because, as I've† said before,
you want to participate]

it is the same
since I† came into the world
as the Son of Man†

the mockery of God†
is taking a sharp blade
and piercing a young child
without one emotion
from the screams of the child

His† wrath will be devastating
your desires will increase
the road coming
that every single person
on earth
will be forced to travel down
will be unlike anything
man has ever seen

get your pens out followers
there will be a lot to record
[not much of what you write
will survive
so be abundant in your record]

be careful of record
lies will be vast
multitudes will fight
for attention and praise
much more than
what you see now

prepare for this journey
prepare your offspring
pass on all words
of the Lord Almighty†
entrust it to their hearts
the generations that follow

for the world that's coming
is a fallen one
no one will be left to teach
or to preach or to minister
they will all pass away
many by force
there will be no books
no guide

this coming generation
will be left on their own
with the desires of the generations
that live now
and two more to come

you, all who live in the world
have made a huge sacrifice
a necessary one
one that is needed
for the end of this age

freedom

you are fulfilling God's† plan
when all told in the word
is fulfilled
and the new earth
and the new heaven
evolve
and change
where the old fades away
completely
and new re-begins
the clock reverses
from scratch
they will march

prepare for this path
it has already begun

confusion seeps
and will consume
many will be lost
to confusion

pray, teach, instill
tools of the Lord†
for darkness will cover the world
not just one nation
but all
for the sins they have
released themselves to

the starting over
has begun
you are going to get
what you desire
all nations of the earth

seek Me†
I† am the refuge
you will need

if they have ears
let them hear
if they have eyes
let them see
read every word
prepare
God's† wrath will consume
before His† anger subsides

(August 17, 2023)―I’m sick of the word religion. God is not to be put into a box. And that is just what society has done! They have gathered Him and ‘included‘ Him in the same box as false gods and evilness. Shame on you! He is NOT your worded, categorized anthem. God IS! He is NOT a religion of your choosing. He IS and Heaven IS! Yeshuah IS! They are more real then we on Earth are.

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‘A Gone Again Flower’ (God)

‘…before the appointed time arrives and that day sweeps on like chaff, before the fierce anger of the Lord comes upon you, before the day of the Lord’s wrath comes upon you. Seek the Lord, all you humble of the land, you who do what He commands. Seek righteousness, seek humility; perhaps you will be sheltered on the day of the Lord’s anger.’—Zephaniah 2:1-3

A Gone Again Flower (God) 

mixed emotions
brings in more confusion
without knowing Him†
the one I† sent

why are you so light
in the head

open up the vessel
spread
stop seeing the color red
listen to words read

it is in these words
that I† lay
the Father Almighty God†
whimsing up courage
for you to pray

as time moves on
the course set
for a country's vastness
all the words sent
through the ages
were sincere

I† don't waste

a pillaging
of the innocent

in secret
you don't hear
their cries
but out in the open
you may see common sense

how dull you are
to pillage My† seed
your sexual gratifications
your impurities
enormous and vast

an awakening wonder
open your sleepy eyes
to the ways of God†
Me†!
the one and only living
creator

you've been asleep for too long

I† am moving
feel Me† moving

My† seed longs to hear
your retribution
your redemption
against all your 
condemnations

why do you remain
so silent
until silence is screaming
in red

it is not metal upon metal
that causes your bleakness
it is the absence of Him†
that brings the weakness

'o prostituted forum
spiteful need for greed
more and more things
taking the place of Me†

hypocrites!

I† call you in play
the vastness of your
ignorant display
your entertaining ways
your adulthood gone astray
wanting the innocent
to grow too fast
in your enormous vastness
in your enormous solitude
of compliance
to man's awesome
greediness

awaken 'o massness
of multitudes
you have shut down 
humanist
the emotional bases
of life

you have taken confusion
passed its blame
on young minds
who aren't mature enough
to compute

you 'o adultness
trying to force the compute
changing portions
of the innocent
without their mature consent
pushing your greediness
on their young minds
giving them maturity
in immature minds

'o blasphemous agony!
you have forsaken
the seed of My† youth
passing blames
instead of ownership
you are at hand
in My† wrath!

'o arrogance of time
your sympathy doesn't count
your waywardness
will ripen

the children will come
into maturity
and strip you of yours!

you let them be misused
for comfort
without understanding
without vanity of trial

'o justice see truth
wage your scales
My† Son† holds the sickles
His† time of judgment
will increase

'o arrogance's mindless fruit
your idols
have forsaken you
your entertaining worship
has betrayed you

it cannot save you!

more will return to Me†
more will be rescued
before that dreadful day

time moves time
that of the drug-out nine
don't listen
don't listen
hear the bells toll

watch from 'afar
you'll know your role

the appeasement of Me†
falls against you

these words could save you
or destroy you

the Lord Almighty God†
moves the pen
this isn't luxury
this is set in stone

My† stone!

awaken 'o world of nations
see greatness fall
see a coming age
when they'll watch these words
written with a pen
breathe

I† am He†
the alpha and the omega
seek the holy one
the one given authority
to give and to take

redeem yourself
'o prostituted one

the combine
a formidable change
agility of hope
to reappear

says the Lord Almighty†
the sovereign of all

not before My† waves'
complete
a Father's† hand
upon an unruly child
for striping the innocent
passing the blame
ignoring the homeless
beating My† gift to man
pillage of the sick
for moneys

your slavery will be
spread wide
after a wailing
an indescribable howl
through every street
without songs
without merriment

suffrage
for adults who can't be
who need idols
who need comfort in stuff
instead of parents

suffrage
for children who can't
take care of their parents
who tuck them away
not to be seen
to die alone

My† wrath is incomplete!

for nations of uselessness
the result of your
immense control
is seen in its trueness
when control is taken
from your hands

the people can't think
for themselves
they lack My† commands
they lack self control
for they believe things
will breathe
for they think money
will breathe

you failed 'o leadership
you put them in illusion
a basking manifestation
of imagination

reality means nothing
reality what is

I† am!
I† am IS!

you are because I† am!

I† am sovereign
over all
no place goes unpunished
by what is sovereign
over all

grace, My† grace, comes
if you follow My† commands
if you take My† Son†
as your leader first
above man

I† am!

says the Lord Almighty God†

(May 28, 2022)―He then led me to Zephaniah 1:14-18 and Zephaniah 2:1-3.

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‘Love in Action’

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.

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‘Knife’

Surviving the Knife of Those Who Betray You!

A sample from Book 12

(April 21, 2018)—That knife becomes weaker when we gain the support of others, when we start to see the true meaning behind our life. That knife doesn’t come out that easy especially when you see everyone’s true disclosure.

There’s so much to say, then there’s nothing to say. I have this much on my mind: If they don’t want to see you, it doesn’t matter what you say or do, they won’t see you.

I’ve said a lot here on Facebook. I revealed a lot…but there’s a lot I haven’t revealed. So you only get a piece of the puzzle…never the whole picture. Why? Because I do have a life and part of that life is private as for everyone else. There’s a lot of pain I cover up…and, yes, there is still pain. There will always be pain because an entire portion of my life has been wiped out…and not by choice.

I tried calling my daughter. It appears that she’s changed her number. I think that odd because the words I last typed her in text were answers to words she said to me, but I’m held totally accountable. Why? Oh, because I’m 49 years old and should know better. I’m the mom…but that doesn’t come into affect when I’m called by my name instead of Mom. Just saying….

 Knife
 
it was put in there‒
nice and tight
when I move around
to the left, to the right
it reveals its price
‒how it changed my life
the strength it took‒
robbing my mind
the way it makes me wanna fight
even if it isn't right
even if I said...say...things impolite
I was...am...gonna fight
‒even while speaking of the light
 
at times, I feel like a poltergeist
a faded memory...sliced and diced
forgotten the way I was
forever entombed in what I've become
not a homicide
‒a genocide of all that was nice
womanly, motherly...dignified
downgraded to a parasite
‒not fit for normal's life
 
should I be lost in contrite
bowed down in pity...outright
or was I absolutely right
turning childlike
begging for help‒
from Jesus Christ†
 
who has the right to decide‒
I'm the sacrifice
in order for them‒
to have their paradise
 
who had the right‒
shift truth to lies
bury this knife
in what used to be‒
a mother, sister, daughter, wife
 
in me...it so mystifies
how everyone becomes tongue-tied
when abuse is in transcribe
‒the victim screams in alive
how extreme...me...it mortifies
that, no matter which way‒
death...comes in die
twist, twist, twist the knife
gone daughter, sister, mother, wife
 
rebuilding exemplified
the alibis become jives
words in wisdom...just implied
while words...wombs...rob the mind
memories of building the first life‒
took one times forty-five
 
pull, pull, pull out the knife
time in modify
is there another forty-five
my, my, my how it mystifies
what comes of‒
pulling out the knife
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‘Ex-foliate My Soul’

You have to leave others out of ‘self’!

A sample from Book 12

 Ex‒foliate My Soul
 
I still hear the winds blow
I know, still, from and to
the direction it goes
I depend, too much
on human souls
‒directing my emotional role
 
these feet‒
so stuck in muddy ground
I've lost the feelings
of being found
trying to understand
hear...every sound
I've stumbled away
from which I'm bound
 
raise me up, oh Lord†
unclog‒
these maggot-filled holes
rub your sands deeply in‒
pull me out
as you wash away clean
the filth
of this infested bowl
help me again‒
feel fit and lean
where I once had strength
of a lion
‒the sanctuary
of a crystal clear stream
 
enlighten my heart, sweet Jesus†
relight this drive
I so carelessly left behind
enrich my soul
wash away the corrode
so me, in ease, I can stand
on my own two feet
understand words in my heart
having strength to sort
‒without falling apart
 
yes, Lord†, raise my tempo back up
so I can feel, once more
the unstoppable me
‒that pure individual feeling
of being free
without the need
of another's glee
 
I open me up‒
mind, body, soul
I'm, again, letting go
so...whichever the winds blow
matter is not needed
for I'll be free again‒
in the total of
letting go
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‘Thank You for the Time’

Let yourself learn from the lessons given!

A sample from Book 12

  Thank You for the Time
 
I often mix up the rhyme
wanting the rhythm
in times
then I think
this life of mine
has to end some time
 
thank you, Lord†, for the time
the silence
the frozen bones
thinking deep...on my own
without stories to tell
‒just a visit home
 
thank you, Lord†, for this time
everyone has seeds sewn
everyone to everyone...cloned
beeps from a wireless phone
passing on‒
without really being known
 
I thank you anyway, Lord†
for this time
for bleak bitterness
in my mind
for the tearing love
in my heart
‒I once fought so hard
feeling so torn apart
in this space...I am caught
reading words‒
to me...once taught
 
thank you, Lord†
my lessons are mine
listening deep‒
watching go by...the time
wondering if enough‒
I've been kind
 
no backwards
only forwards
can I move the line
taking the lessons‒
building new rhyme
understanding the journey
through time
is not just mine
 
thank you, Lord Jesus†
for all those moments
in time
I'll bring them all in
play with them
in my mind
then cherish the rhyme
after all, You've† given me
the time
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‘Hands to Hold’

Is race going to continue to rule your life?

A sample from Book 10

 Hands to Hold
 
you come at me
you're not discrete
bold...unsure
 
maybe there's a gun in my hand
maybe I've some contraband
 
or maybe I just like hands in pocket
or wearing my earphones in my car
so I can answer this here phone
for this car absent of bluetooth–
protecting me and you
 
or maybe you're angry–
having a bad day
I pass your way
through your veins runs hate
so I become your play
 
I'm just like you‒
generation after generation
passed through
without obligations
to changing the view
 
–it all seems like voodoo
we both–
not really having a clue
‒taking it upon ourselves
get off that dusty shelf
change the view
so our kids
won't suffer too
 
maybe I do have a gun
–anger raging in stun
do you see inside of me
my hard history
maybe my hand shakes
though you can't see
–you're so angry
not seeing what's at stake
 
maybe I did some drugs–
stopping the pain
keeping from going insane
but soothing I didn't gain
all looks like a game
emotions adding to more pain
 
then you come along
thinking I'm a thug
you want to cut me down‒
stump me like a bug
without knowing the deal at home
why I'm here–
a gun...all alone
 
maybe don't yell
talk...love–
let it swell
 
instead of jail–
lead my soul to help
without making me
hate myself
 
I, too, want peace
between you and me
 
maybe instead of arrogance‒
show understanding
compassion
 
I don't want a free ride
just a reason...inside
not to cry
 
I am tough
I've got muscles, tats
my life has been rough
–crazy and all that
it doesn't mean
I'm just stuff
to pluck
 
a handshake
a hug
 
–that just might be
enough
 
I'm a human being
I don't mean to sting
 
just a little bitter
please, your anger–
could you reconsider
 
look at me for me
God's† child
making my way...like you
through the miles
 
–the past is gone
this is now
together–
we can make it all
worth while
if we just remain calm–
approach each other
in mild
without death coming in fowl
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‘The Hanging’

When You’re Caught In Silent Abuse

A sample from Book 1

 The Hanging
 
the heart thumps
a thunderous bolt
tightens and roars—
wrapping, squeezing
like a sailor’s rope
 
hunger escapes
while sleeplessness eludes
jolted and battered—
feeling the vapor
of a flowerless fool
 
shaking
with rupturing chills
cold and hot—
not quite understanding
this weathering thrill
 
voice over voice
cloud the mind
yes or no—
eyes turn cold
moisten
then go blind
 
searching for light
yearning to yell
craving an escape—
this pending doom
to a bottomless hell
 
beneath there’s bound
to be salvation
somewhere to run—
‘til then
there’s only damnation
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