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‘He† Breathes’

‘Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light…’…John 3:1-21

 He† Breathes
  
 there's a temple
 it's aged and pristine
 a glorious monument
 celebrated, cherished
 there's a cross in this temple
 an image solidified to this cross
 I look at it
 I crumble inside
 for they do not know
 why
  
 there was this boy
 He watched His parents work
 He did what He could to help
 but He kept hearing a voice
 from why deep inside
 He said:
 'do not be afraid
 you'll soon remember'
 you see, I was veiled, too
 so that I could learn truth
  
 it is normal to feel different
 when our Father speaks to you
 He changes you
 the deeper parts of you
 so do not fear
 it is more normal
 than living on earth
  
 to believe is to truly feel
 this unquenchable desire
 way deep in the heart
 to love our Father
 with everything we have
  
 it is normal...to feel this love
 when the heart is pure
 it is normal to question yourself
 for to offend our Father
 is the worse thing
 for a believer to do
  
 rest in Him
 the one who gives life
 fear Him
 for He also takes life
 be patient in your rest
 go about daily chores
 forget your troubles
  
 trust in Him
 our Father knows
 come to Me
 and I will show you Him
  
 love is all you need
 a heart bursting with joy
 for each other
 without curses and hate
  
 lean on Me
 I'll make your burdens light
 trust in God's journey
 for you
 He will make you whole
  
 let Me comfort you
 invite Me in
 I'll pave the way to the kingdom
 in love, through our Father's mercy
 forever and ever
 amen.

Note: The photo that accompanies this work was taken on October 15th when God sent the Phoenix, which is the symbol of New Birth. I have to say that I didn’t not choose this photo because of the Phoenix. David led me to this particular batch today. Fitting! In this particular image is the angel. This is just one of many amazing things God has sent to us!

(January 16, 2020)―I blushed and felt shy after writing what I heard today. I knew who was talking to me. Then I heard God ask after I wrote it, ‘You adore My Son?’ I said, ‘Yes.’ He replied: ‘As it should be.’

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‘Tested Hearts’

‘If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.’―Author Unknown

Tested Hearts
  
 I tested them you know
 to see how'd they flow
 to see if their love would show
 to see...if they were real
 in gold
  
 every, single one–
 fell to the flo'
 just hit it...out...sold
 my little libido
 love's true row
 –they so easily
 put it out in the cold
  
 on me, they all rolled
 put me on death row
 for a popularity show
 'she's crazy ya know'
 –all for a people-pleasing fold
  
 I tested the forceful in bold
 just to tell myself–
 'I told ya so'
  
 easy...so very easy–
 they'd made me the mold
 for themselves...blame to unload
 –without a second thought–
 any love for me
 to hold

Note: The photograph that accompanies this piece was taken October 15th after I asked David to prove himself again by sending me a daisy. I knew the spiritual world could manipulate technology by what they had already shown me in the previous photographs and by a message put on this website (I left them up) back in August. When I was reviewing this set of frames and noticed the daisy sun, it was a bow-the-head moment. This was also the day the Phoenix was sent over the water, to reveal new birth is coming. In this particular frame: The daisy sun, the promise made to me in the pink bubble and the ray of purple light: Jesus blessing the promise.

‘Dried-up Noise’

‘Perhaps that itself is the very answer: as Creator of the universe God can and does act in ways that confound men. Death undoubtedly has a totally different significance to God than it does to man….’―The Daily Bible, In Chronological Order, 365 Daily Readings

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken October 15th when God sent the Phoenix, the symbol of rebirth. This photograph is another example of God’s energy. He manipulates the green Orb to reveal His footprint!

 Dried-up Noise
  
 the voices tingled in my head
 repeated phrases it said
 words in condemn
 words in criticize
 words in broken malice
 –bringing my heart to dread
  
 I listened for a time
 put it in rhyme–
 to draw lines
 –casting it all aside
 then pulling it back inside
  
 all those words–
 written and said
 words people used as lead
 drowning me in their dead
 –pounding me over the head
  
 for those words...out...I bled
  
 laying on my bed
 not kneeling beside
 laying...in stillness
 staring out...in semi-light
 –this blank picture
 in...did reside
 wondering about all these lies
 asking:
  
 'what's the point...why
 what's the hard...in kind
 –where folks don't even try'
  
 crying my eyes–
 'til they were red
 all that noise...all of it–
 poundings of syllables
 over each...my heart–
 continued in bled
 –over lost thoughts
 I became wed
 pondering the breaded words fed
 covering me with their heated lead
  
 then it began to happen

 unknown masked covers–
 I began to shed
 piece by piece
 stripping them off of me
 laying them out on the table–
 carefully examining them–
 debating if I wanted to keep 
 this one or that one
 yelling at some
 praising others
 –laughing over the fun of some
 agreeing with those
that led to hard lessons
 ridiculing those
that made me feel
silly and dumb
  
 across the table–
 all of them I spread
 some: kept me above water
 in tread
 others: mended brokenness
 with the tinniest of threads
  
 some: out of me...came the best
 others: made me sit back in rest
 while still others:
 seemed only to be a contest
 lost in a conquest
 of an enjoyable fest
 –those brought out the sexiness
 ending in me being less
  
 through all of them–
 came an abundance of noise
 shaking up my poise
 trying to sink in...my voice
  
 so I had this choice:
 picking through each–
 as they laid there
 on this simple table–
 used to wine and dine
  
 no, not I...it wasn't the time
  
 as I looked at each–
 I slowly awakened from blind
 moving from this carefree feline
 to something more magnificent
 –not a lioness falling in line
 but more of the spectrum
 of a roaring lion
 –taking that dried-up byline
 'I am fine'
 to something closer to divine
  
 each little façade
 that set up a moment's drive–
 I began to divide
 'til the table was full of times
 overflowing...actually
 –moments of self
 I didn't recognize
  
 a little...I cried
 I over-indulged at times
 in what I ate
 adding a bit of weight
 –trying hard to saturate
 what drove each mask to sedate
 –what invited in the noise
  
 but that was it–
 I wondered in surprise
 there was no drinking it away
 there was no sexting in obliviate–
 that led to sex in fake
 there was no desiring need
 to get high
 or even serious moments
 of wanting to die
  
 I sat...laid...stood–
 all in unchartered wonder
 asking myself: why
 –I pondered this mystify
  
 from the bedroom to the bathroom
 from the living room to the kitchen
 even the spaces in between
  
 reading social media on the bed
 binging out on the sofa
 sitting at the table–
 smoking cloves, drinking sodas
 fixing coffee in the kitchen
  
 staring at empty space
 staring at all I possess
 singing along to my favorite tunes
 talking it out with myself
 talking it out...to the air
 talking it out with God†
  
 asking over and over:
  
 'what had changed'
  
 wondering, searching
 as I starred down at the table
 then the questions stopped!
 each piece...I began to shred
  
 as each piece met its death–
 its destructive words...fled
 like a menacing rodent–
 they just up and left
  
 something began to happen:
 the table's clutter
 began to become less
 each mask staring back at me
 each tiny piece of each whole
 saddened its face–
 and just up and left
  
 the weight....
 that laid heavy on me
 in rest
 became less and less
  
 'what is happening'
  
 I kept asking–
 without trying to answer
 in guess
 words just didn't come
 instead...something unknown:
 in self...less and less
 I wasn't anymore feeling–
 like a guest
  
 the words that once
 tingled my head
 the words that I pondered
 –brought me to dead
 just left
 without...anymore...contest
 over which ones–
 I dreaded...would be next
  
 not anymore
 came a need to call
 came a need to text
 came a need...up...sex
 came a need...words in fed
 –sit around and dread
  
 empty...the table–
 bare and neat
 all that laid on it
 –without fighting
 I let go: shred
  
 I looked in my bathroom mirror
 –there she was
 the one...behind...I'd left
  
 on my face...added lines
 in my hair...a silver shine
 oh my! all that time
 –my she was always
 waiting inside
  
 I stood there...listening
 nothing
 just memories of dried-up voices
 –all that...with me...toiled
 finally became soil
 beneath my feet!
  
 out of blind....
 there's nothing in front of me
 but time
 unknown, undiscovered
 but...still...time
 –a newness in divine
 that I didn't know was mine!

(January 1, 2020)―I was led to Ezekiel this morning. The Parable of the Cooking Pot caught my eye. (I will explain it below.) I read it, then asked, ‘What to write, my Lord?’, but I was empty for a while. ‘The heart’…were words that kept coming through. I sat there for a while…still empty,  then ‘Dried-up Noise’ bled on the page.  It’s truth. Yes, the continuing story of my own life being used as a symbol of life in a way. And…God: After writing this and typing in the parable, I was led to read more, then type in the rest of the Scripture under the two titles: ‘Siege of Jerusalem’ and ‘Siege Announced to Ezekiel’. It gets even more interesting: I’m directed to read the explanations by my Bible’s commentarians. I’ve read all of them once back in 2007, and since then, I’m not compelled to read them over often or include them in my commentaries. Today, was different. For good reason. God is answering me in a very big way!

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‘The Sending of Lies’

‘…The new wine dries up and the vine withers; all the merrymakers groan. The gaiety of the tambourines is stilled, the noise of the revelers has stopped, the joyful harp is silent….’―Isaiah 24:1-23

 The Sending of Lies
  
 God's† mercy is upon thee–
 when asked
 for a place to be
 with a good-weighing heart
 –absent of deception and deceit
  
 pray that you see
 all the angels sent
 see to it...their time
 is well spent
  
 God† works–
 in ways mysteriously
 in the smallest set
 of flowers seen
 to the destruction
 of your security
 He'll† raise you up
 to free
 or bring you down
 to your knees
  
 the heart...a scaled commodity
 God† praises its divinity
 but first–
 He's† going to hand you over
 to the enemy
 –this...is life's certainty
  
 there are a few things
 He† needs to see
 it's the process of He†
 –seeing....
 'are you worth the light
 of eternity'
  
 so He† takes away
 the moon, the sun, the stars
 darkness becomes–
 your reality
 –destruction changes
 your me
 in mind and heart–
 you struggle in fighting
 –depending on His† variety
 which cross is your certainty
  
 there...down there....
 comes in the enemy
 setting your heart to stone
 confusing your mind–
 everything seems wrong
 –fighting your every bit
 of strong
  
 it'll offer you some peace
 it'll tell you to ease
 –you...it's sent to burn
 push you to the limits
 –see what decisions
 you'll enlighten
 in firm
  
 for years and years–
 it'll stick around
 tearing you down
 piece by piece
 it'll bring in–
 hurt, anger...even disease
 leaving behind
 the final key
 in destroying you
 with ease
  
 shame
  
 its ultimate end game
 –what's left behind
 the struggle
 of crossing the line
  
 God† is watching: patiently
 –the ask from a good heart
 sets the good vine apart
  
 'what will you do'
  
 as one by one–
 His† angels appear
 a ragged-out homeless chum
 a raging woman
 pushing you to dumb
  
 the looking glass–
 staring back at you
 the enemy enjoys its play
 it'll pull you further in
 welcoming you–
 in its den
 it'll send false friends
 put you into win
 –it'll build your pride and ego
  
 'those angels have to go
 this isn't...that kind of show'
  
 oh! no, no, no!
  
 your heart still confused
 –back around you go
 the same show–
 again and again
 as you keep on seeing
 every angel sent to you
 –forcing the enemy
 to drool
  
 'run..they're the fiends
 hide within
 shh...I'll bring you to win
 –all the world's possessions
 I'll bring on in'
  
 God† continues on watching
 tapping His† toes
 waiting
 sometimes...shaking His† head
  
 'oh my! back around again!'
  
 He† hears you beg and plead
 He† sees your heart bleed
  
 'oh that vine...so diseased'
  
 but...He† waits patiently
 for your heart–
 to finally heed
 –knowing the worse
 could very well
 lead you to the hearse
  
 the ultimate end game
 shame
 the hardest part to heal
 God† very well–
 knows the deal
 –shame carries
 the strongest seal
 –it's the humble
 that awaits
 after the stumble–
 the over and over rumble
 –for shame:
 destroys, steals, and kills
  
 it is the ultimate real
 that which breaks
 a man's strongest will

Note: The photograph that accompanies this piece was taken on October 23rd when God sent the first dragon and the All-Seeing Eye.

(December 30, 2019)—Shame: Again the poem came first this morning. This is really odd for me, especially since the Scripture usually inspires the poem. Instead the poem is coming, then I’m led to the Scripture that backs it!

Shame. This is the latest topic that has been a chief instrument in the writings. You can’t heal unless you deal with shame. That emotion that has you in chains, that which binds you. You can’t testify that you are not ashamed if your actions and words say it all. And I’m talking to the ones who need to hear this. Oh, it won’t be right now. No. The time is coming when you will NEED to hear this and just anyone won’t do. God will send you here…His words will be waiting.

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‘Laying It Down’ and ‘Tell Me, My Lord†’

‘…I am the gate; whoever enters through Me will be saved….The thief comes only in to steal and kill and destroy…’He is demon-possessed and raving mad. Why listen to Him?” (John 10:7-21)

 Laying It Down
  
 these hands are up
 accepting this love
 come, gather round–
 this joined-together vine
 is all but enough
  
 take this chalice
 drink from the cup
 –you brave little cub
 this journey...not a strut
 it's a slow walking 
 in rub
  
 go on, take it...drink up
 but be warned little bug
 in will come...the judge
  
 then they'll be the tug
 some will come to bluff
 –making the drink
 a little tough
 there'll be a bit
of obstruct
 –some bumps and stuff
 maybe a little more
 in rough
  
 you may have to shed
some blood
 a time or two–
 you'll be covered in mud
 even some crud– 
 when you try to be a stud
 –it's just a kick
in the butt
 for being somewhat smug
  
 don't worry...it's just Jesus† love
 when things get too dicey–
 He'll† unplug
 give you a bit of a shrug
 but not all-together...pluck
 He'll† just help
 through the hiccups
  
 He's† patient...seeing
if you'll give up
 watching you
 with brotherly love
 pushing you
 to come out of thug
 –understand the tug
  
 go on, take it...drink up
 –it's unconditional
 and full of love
  
 but there isn't any luck
 and at times
 you'll get stuck
 in will come...floods
 jitterbugs and fluff
 you'll have to be
 strong enough
 decide differences–
 that moonstruck stuff
 and the real of love
  
 no, it won't be easy–
 so much will turn to muck
 you may see handcuffs
 even be awe-struck
 by the wrong products
 –just keep your head up
 things will ease up
 along the way
 somewhat
  
 it's your choice to drink up
 the hard love
 gets you through
 the rough stuff– 
 when Jesus† wants
 you healed enough

 –once you get over the fluff
 you'll see the true love
 that didn't give up
on you...in a puff
 ‒that's the truth
 of Jesus'† love
  

Note: The photograph taken November 9th is one of many. It is God’s energy. The orbs…changed into His footprint. You don’t have to believe me. It IS all the same. Maybe you should start paying attention instead of hanging on to hate and anger. God is sending you all of this because He loves you, not because He’s trying to trick you.

(December 29, 2019)—The ways of Jesus are simply amazing. He speaks to me when I’m troubled. I woke up around 2:30 a.m. after again laying down and saying, pretty much the hell with it all. I wrote about this man texting me. Horrible. I write about me being alone and how my family pretty much oused me out for their own sins. I write about how people don’t read these writings or even consider them to be true. I’m working on faith, except for the small signs I’m sent…like the text I received day before yesterday.

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‘Careful Watch’

‘…judgment and justice have taken hold of you. Be careful that no one entices you by riches; do not let a large bribe turn you aside. …’Job 36:16-21

 Careful Watch
  
 He's† taken the chalice of my womb
 sent it away
 He's† taken the depths of my knowledge
 stripped it and remade
 He's† taken the love in my heart
 succumbed it to death
 ‒strangled it in plea
 forced me into bleed
  
 He's† forced me to see man
 the depths of his heart
 from the agonizing of sin
 as he pillaged my soul
 to see breaks of beauty within
  
 He's† taken my pride
 emptied its glass
 He's† smashed my vanity
 revealed how beauty doesn't last
  
 He's† placed His† hands on me
 holding me down deep
 'til all anger seeped
 ‒as on my bed...I selfishly wept
 He's† forced me to see
 depths of insecurity
 every seam of my body
 ‒forcing me to look at it
 in sincerity
  
 He† strangled my throat
 stripped me of my prideful-laden coat
 He† put strips of silver in my hair
 lowered my cheeks
 ‒keeping me from smiles
 as I laid down to weep
  
 He† sent rivers to my eyes
 He† laced me with horrible scenes
 ‒revealing man's discrepancies
 truth in what he denies
 ‒right before his very eyes
  
 He† brought pain to my heart
 as I listened to man's lies
 ‒lessons from He†
 forcing me to see‒
 the depths...inside of me
  
 like the thunder in the night
 He† forced me into fight
 turning me inside out
 struggling through a blind man's sight
  
 He† waged His† war on me
 taking me from a marsh, soggy land
 to a desert's broken sea
 He† swarmed me with locust
 He† opened up the lion's den
 devouring me down to bones
 covered in a blanket of skin‒
 not seeming my own
 ‒lost and unsure
 of where I belong
  
 He† singled me out
 forcing me to see man's empty clout
 He† filled me again with knowledge
 put a strong whip in my hand
 slashing a worded belt
 pulling empty judgment
 from man's mouth
  
 He† forced my body in paradise
 striping this mind
 with His† roll of the dice
 ‒using my voided, naked body
 as an eagle grips a helpless bunny
 He† took my heart and mind
 drawing out evil in kind
 ‒as I crossed every line
  
 ―†―†―
  
 His† power is beyond
 anything known to mankind
 He† can force us to see
 what He† wants us to see
 He† can force us to hear
 what He† wants us to hear
 ‒nothing is beyond His† reach
 it all happens‒
 for Him to teach
  
 man thinks he understands
 man thinks he's reached
 the depths of God†
 man throws:
 'listen, we can teach you'
 'listen, let us correct you'
 but man is wrong
 God† controls every song
 His† whispers are louder
 than the lowest of sounds
 His† eyes pierce the thickest of walls
  
 man can not teach
 where God† instructs
 His† knowledge out weighs
 any man's scale
 His† abilities are beyond
 any notion of achievement
  
 He† can bring you pleasure
 endless treasures
 then in a swipe of His† hand
 destroy with a swift puff
 of the sand
  
 who can dispute
 who can say they understand
  
 who buries themselves in science
 thinking they are in control
 of their conscience
 who can perform surgery
 thinking they are in control‒
 their knowledge is their own mastery
  
 who can build their wealth
 thinking they rule their money
 thinking they outsmarted
 the one and only Creator†
  
 who bows down to statues‒
 man's endless idols
 thinking praying to them
 will grant their request
 thinking God† doesn't see
 their devotion to idolatry
  
 who controls industry
 thinking they themselves
 came up with the designs
 came up with the formulas
 came up with the ideas
 who writes a book
 who sings a song
 who acts in a play
 who plays an instrument
 who dances a dance
 who paints a picture
 who mothers a child
 who marries a wife
 who does any type of art
 ‒any type of skill
 thinking they rule their nest
 thinking they are excellence
 ‒above all the rest
  
 lost sheep
 in a blind man's sea
 ‒not looking at the truth of He†
  
 the Artist† of artists
 gives you the heart
 ‒you have a responsibility
 through this given creativity
  
 He† puts it all into motion
 from the slightest of movements
 to the biggest of bangs
 from the slightest of whispers
 to the loudest of declarations
 ALL...at the mercy of His† hands
  
 —†—†—
  
 SEE in ALL things‒
 God† created
 ‒there is nothing
 that does not belong to Him†
  
 He† sends the good
 He† sends the bad
  
 ALL answer to Him†
  
 who can say
 tomorrow will be theirs
 who can say
 their lamp is good
 who can say
 they are seeing in careful watch
 who can declare righteousness
 through anger and hate
  
 SPEAK UP! ANSWER!
  
 He† gives knowledge
 where knowledge is due
 He† gives wisdom
 where wisdom is due
 He† will give, He† will take away
 He† will veil‒
 seal your mind
 seal your eyes
 seal your ears
 when He† needs to move you
 when it's time for you to prove
 the depths of your heart
  
 He† will send in hard love
 He† will challenge the depths of you
 ‒see what lies deep in your heart
 He† will shake you
 He† will rattle you
 He† will put before you
 what your mind cannot conceive
  
 when He† calls you
 He† will seek you
 when you turn on Him†
 He† will darken you
 until you answer Him†
 until you blast open your heart
 until you face your self
  
 that's
 that's
  
 the mercy...God's† help
  
 that's
 that's
  
 the reveal in judgment
 ‒the love of a Son†
 coming in‒
  
 for only then
 have you opened your eyes
 in careful watch‒
 you see truth all around you
 you become aware‒
 those blankets in deception
 that try to again steal you
 ‒absent is hate and angre's drool
 for Jesus†, you become the fool
 LOVE...LOVE is all around you
  
 that's
 that's
  
 when true knowledge awakens
 you become just a child
 your Father† tested you
 your Father† challenged you
 ‒you've learned...at last
 how to win your prized key
  
 by the force of heal
 from wounds buried deep
 ‒what God† wanted you to see
 destroying the shame
 that kept you in captivity
  
 that's
 that's
  
 when you are totally free
 ‒no fear to see
 for you surrendered
 to the ultimate Holy in See†!
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‘Ringing of Ears’

Humble. When you break, when you fall to your knees and feel shame leave your body, you aren’t afraid of people: No! You become afraid of the LORD!

 Ringing of Ears
  
 it's been pushed
 by the Lord†
  
 'say what I† need you to say'
  
 I dug deep
 within my heart
  
 'I can't...it's just too hard'
  
 then He† stopped
 the coming of love
 ‒taking flight
 the wounded dove
  
 so I sat...thought about it
  
 'what more can I shift'
  
 gave in...so here it is:
  
 'whatever they say about me
 whatever words run deep
 it's the eagle that's going to seep
 ‒fall from its perch
 send many to the hearse
  
 it's not I...my little ole self
 who has to heal
 from the burst
  
 the eagle has surfed
 the wrong turf
 out stretched‒
 the hands of the Lord†
  
 think...think with your hearts
 the idol worship
 has to end
 the eagle has been taken
 ‒has become the fiend
  
 go away, go away
 my voice has to tell
 no matter the yell
 or who sends me to hell
  
 the Lord† has His† grip
 even if you call me a witch
 He's† in charge‒
 control of this ship
 your hat...go ahead and tip
  
 the eagle has deceived
 ‒what was given to her
 has been stripped
 no longer a graceful flight
 ‒the wings are soon to be clipped
  
 hear, hear what I say
 it's about to be the Lord's day
 hear, hear what He† has to say
 ‒the eagle's flown
 the wrong way
  
 down, down, down
 she will fall
 roll to the ground
 like a frustrated ball
 oh! how once she stood tall
 ‒helping every bit of y'all
  
 sad, sad rings these bells
 as with my ears‒
 I openly, loudly hear
 the fall is drawing near
 the Lord's† strapped me‒
 in this corner
 pledging...me move no further
 ‒unless I write the hear
  
 ring, ring goes the bells
 remembering...once the gentle flight
 the eagle way up high
 soaring through the open sky
  
 the Lord† took notice‒
 her careful ways
 hearing her calls
 helping in the save
  
 oh! how she lost her way
 that once beautiful eagle‒
 so large and strong
 how! over the edge
 she has gone
 as her young starve
 ‒sitting there alone
  
 open your eyes
 oh! beautiful eagle
 see how you lost‒
 your principle
 your strong hold
 has weakened
 oh! how the Lord†
 you have forsaken
  
 awaken, awaken
 hear the ring of the bells
 deaf and blind
 as you sit on a throne
 ‒one to soon fall
 for the Lord† Almighty
 has seen it all
 ‒His† hand is wrapping
 around the ball
 He† has sounded
 His† final call'

(December 27, 2019)—Today, the poem came first. After I finished writing it, ‘Open the book,’ came. Zephaniah. What is highlighted in the Scripture below is what I underlined in red back in 2007, the first time I read through the Bible. Amazing.

I didn’t want to write what I’ve been getting. I’ve been too afraid. God says, ‘Don’t fear.’ I still didn’t write it. Then I received a text conversation, which I remained in God’s grace, but the other person did not. Hate. Anger. Calling me names and criticizing me heavily. God: ‘Karen, do you understand now?’ Me: ‘Yes.’ Those who think they know me will keep on with their insults because they aren’t understanding God’s process. They look at the dark end of life, that which God puts us through in order to grow us, and that’s all that they see. Why? Because they, themselves, refuse to look at their own mirrors and heal. So, they blame. According to them, I am the cause of their issues. According to them, I was the worse person to cross their paths. According to them, if it weren’t for me, they’d be happy. Wrong on all three accounts. God is in charge. This…THIS…they don’t understand because society has corrupted them so bad that they believe God has no wrath. They believe that God is just there to give good. They don’t want to see that God is in charge of everything.

Here’s a point: The prince of the earth…that would be Satan and all its army…passes on what is good and tempting…the pleasures in life. It is saying, ‘Look, this way is easier. You don’t have to worry about the past. Move on and forget what happened to you. Here’s pleasure, money, comfort. You don’t have to be uncomfortable.’ That’s the test. God and money don’t mix. Doing what God wants from us is hard. What is lost in the mix is that the churches of the world…all those that has been around and our parents went to…they teach that all those pleasures are blessings from God and you don’t have deal with your issues. ‘Give it to God and let it rest…they are so easy to say.

You have to do the work! That’s HOW God works. You can’t just give it to God and forget about it. He wants you to deal with what hurt you. Oh, you can go on blaming someone else. Oh, you can say they are the worse person in the world. Right. God sees all. He knows the truth. That person you are blaming…they have a better shot at seeing God’s kingdom than you do. You keep blaming and you will blame yourself right into the pit. That IS 100% accurate.

Some really horrible things have been said to me in the past two months, from every angle of my life. Why? Because people don’t want to face the truth. They would sacrifice an innocent person to hide their secrets. Only…God knows all, so it’s a bit ridiculous looking at it from God eyes. I was told today that people are praying for me, but I know that these people who are praying for me have racial hate in their hearts. This isn’t of God. God said He would send some of His tribes into slavery, but He promised He would deliver them from it. And He did. So if you have hate in your heart over race or people who have died a long time ago who were once slaves, you are hating against God! Didn’t you know that? So, how can you pray for me, when you harbor this type of hate for God?

I was also told that there is another god out there that I don’t know about. In all my years, I know only ONE God. This kind of talk from anyone tells me that they are being manipulated by Satan. This is not the kind of talk that is of God. Didn’t you know this? Judgment. Blame. Hate. Anger. All of that is the test…through Satan…that God puts us through. I’m still called a hypocrite. Do you know what God says: It’s okay, Karen, you passed your tests. I know I did because He fixed my heart. But those who blame and criticize me don’t want to acknowledge this because they are still blaming me for their problems. God fixed my heart! Not a doctor. God. Of course, they will say, ‘There was nothing wrong with your heart in the first place.’ And then turn around and call me a liar. I was called that again today as well!

‘They will all hate you because of Me.’ God and Jesus say this over and over in the Bible. Don’t you understand what that means? I was told that my writings aren’t helping anyone, my books aren’t helping anyone. Who has the right to make that call? Only God. Have you ever thought that my writings won’t help anyone until after I’m dead? Did that ever cross you mind? Oh, I’m not worthy enough to write for God. God says: You are worthy, Karen. Shame kills. Shame destroys. People buried in shame will mutilate anyone who gets in their path of fake, of the hide. Well, God sent me to several people to get in front of that shame and put it in their face. And He wants me to write about my experience. Shame is one of the ultimate test that God sends. He’s testing hearts. ‘Everyone is invited, but not everyone gets in.’ Do you really know what that means?

A shameful heart is a sinful heart. You are pillaging your own self before you pillage all those around you who try to help you. Do you know that God’s unconditional love hurts? It makes you cry. To look within the depths of yourself…that’s what God wants of you. To humble you. To take pride out of the equation. The conversation I had today…full of pride. That person is far from knowing Jesus, yet this person said I didn’t know the Lord. Humble. When you break, when you fall to your knees and feel shame leave your body, you aren’t afraid of people: No! You become afraid of the LORD!

When you talk about the Lord and display hate and anger in all the same paragraph, you are NOT healed. You are not walking the Jesus Way. Jesus is the ONLY way to get to the kingdom. I walked the opposite way. Damn straight! I had to fall in order to rise. I had to die in order to resurrect. I had to know sin in order to know truth. That process hurts…it’s when nothing else matters but looking within yourself. You don’t concern yourself with the outside world. You don’t concern yourself with who calls you friend. It’s you and the Lord!

Here’s a secret: You can have tons of friends, but none of them actually is your friend. Look back on your life: When you were broke, who came? When you were at the end of your rope, who was there? When you were battling in sin, who called you out on them? Answer: The person you hate the most. The person you do NOT call your friend. The very person you betrayed.

The marks are on your heart. Their heart is cleaned. God works in mysterious ways. Truth. The ones who judge you…they are of the world. Only Jesus has the right to judge. We all go through the darkness. We all sin. We all judge. Humble. It’s when you fight your way in resurrection from all the sin you’ve committed, all the sins that were committed against you, that you start living in truth. Until then, the mask is on. Satan still has its dibs on you. Remember: God is the God of the living. When you are in death (sin…your darkness), He is not present. Once you get to that point where you ask for His mercy, Jesus comes in and starts throwing those crumbs. You have to be strong enough to recognize them. Like getting mail from an ex. Jesus is telling you something. Jesus is calling you. Random things like that are NO accidents. That is Jesus crumbs!

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‘Within Me’

‘…This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed….’—Luke 2:25-35

 Within Me
  
 blessed is He† within me
 for another child will be born
 one to be consecrated by God†
 to help those in harm
 ‒for His† first born came
 His† spirit remains
 in truth...for all's salvation
  
 He's† building His† army
 seeds planted to save
 His† love spreads
 pulling all who answers
 from the dead
  
 His† good shepherd will come
 against all odds
 bring true love in sum
 opening wide
 the gates of the kingdom
 ‒with his gentle seed
 he'll plant the helper
 the one who'll come
 to empower His† church
 stripping evil of its game
 ‒for Jesus'† spirit
 in him...will remain
  
 the good shepherd
 will join his wife
 ‒a marriage in God's† eyes
 paving the way‒
 together...a boy and a girl
 born to an aged mother
 who's granted favor
 by the holy Father†
 who'll be guided
 by Jesus the Savior†
  
 born will be a family
 to aid...fight the enemy
 ‒no evil...with them
 will take company
 ‒for Jesus'† hand
 will wrap them in holy
  
 blessed will come
 this new birth
 extending Jesus'† hand
 healing the broken
 fighting the enemy
 as God† begins the journey
 ‒calling some home
 then deciding the inheritance‒
 only His† tribes to share
  
 holy, holy the almighty Lord†
 embraces what's to come
 growing His† kingdom
 spreading love
 through a sum
 ‒the good shepherd
 made from a sinner
 paving the way
 ‒his seed's coming to say
  
 'two gates are opened'
  
 then he'll help the way
 for those choosing
 Jesus' Way

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken December 10th. The baby is at the left bottom of frame. This is just one of the babies God has put in the sky for me to photograph.

(December 25, 2019)―This morning I opened my Bible to Acts then closed it. With tears in my eyes, I asked God my usual question, ‘What do You want me to write about?’ But I added this: ‘Since I’ll be doing this for the rest of my life.’ I opened my Bible again and the Scripture pertaining to John the Baptist and Jesus’ birth. This is no accident.

I read through it, then ‘Within Me’ bled on the page. I write what I hear. I know I head this clear. God has been showing me a baby for a while now. This baby is not Jesus. Go look under God’s Mercy. He has put a baby in the sky several times. No, I’m not pregnant. I don’t even have a boyfriend. It is still clear that God is pointing this out to us. There are things that are being revealed to me that I cannot tell yet, but I will eventually.

When? Is this all really going to happen? I know God. Yes, it will happen. When? I’m not God. His time is not ours. I am His messenger. I write what He tells me. I don’t doubt that it is Him and Jesus that I talk to, although I question it all the time. God is in charge. He can make us hear what He wants us to hear. He can make us see what He wants us to see. So, no matter who is talking to me, it still is God. For He is in control! I fear God. Whatever He wants from me, He gets. If you don’t live your life this way, then you should question why.

He sent the words in ‘Within Me’ this morning, the day we celebrate His Son’s birth, for a reason. He directed me to this Scripture to tell me, ‘Yes, Karen, it is I you are talking to.’

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‘The Heart of Love’

‘Not everyone can accept this word, but only those to whom it has been given….The one who can accept this should accept it.’…Mat. 19:10-12; Mark 10:10-12

 The Heart of Love
  
 to give up the right
 in affirm
 paying a ransom
 in servant
 not letting our hearts burn
 or even be concerned
 –with any payment
 to earn
  
 it is taking what is learned
 live it in firm
 over and over...churn
 ‒holding tight
 in preserve
 wanting‒
 without coerce
 without a need–
 preach in some church
  
 instead....
 living it–
 without a rehearse
 watch it–
 spill in the universe
 seeking more and more
 to read its verse
 –without needed words
 in splurge
  
 it's in the appearance
 of the return
 credits earned
 –leaving nothing
 to burn
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‘Vastness of Discourse’

Everything is connected! Everything is NOT what it seems!

Note: The photograph was taken November 11th when we were sent the Avenging Angel in the sky.

Vastness of Discourse
  
 it never fails
 cruelty, disloyalty
 forgetfulness
 tiny bits...adds up
 to the vastness
 of ugliness
  
 the Lord† showing His† face
 only to be disgraced
 man-made disobedience
 the loaded gun of control
 –in their seamlessness
 of greediness
  
 nineveh...your given symbol
 truth of its legacy
 –a failed heart
 in its self-destructiveness
  
 you aren't any better–
 your stripping cadence
 forgetting then adhering
 –never knowing truth
 in all its easiness
  
 this lure of money's faithfulness
 has again...trapped you
 not knowing truth
 in holiness
  
 'why am I here'
  
 your constant weariness
 –your uncleverness
 due to the end result–
 the control of you
 power, wealth
 the seekers of the doers
 keeping you sedated
 over and over
  
 you...not seeing God†
 His† endless process
 thousands of years
 captured by your hunger
 for lust
 sexual, murderous mutilation
 –without understanding
 the connection of oneness
  
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