You are worth every bit of struggle. It is up to you to take those struggles and help others with theirs. That’s the meaning of being the body and Jesus† being the head. He† is with you. Never forget that!
Undo What's Done you are His† son a tiny dot of sun‒ that can wage wars beneath the stars from so close yet so far I feel it all‒ deep inside ‒you have what it takes undo what's done ‒show the world your sum you are His† son larger than Life cut by a knife bleeding deep‒ from the inside ‒throw it, throw it far from your outside grow outward‒ don't hide prove to Him† you are more‒ than just a son ‒you are a Light shining from a darkened sun
(Written September 25, 2019)
For the Children…It’s a CHOICE!
Renewing Spirit I wake up to an empty dawn raise my hands up give thanks...without a yawn knowing I wasn't deceived I wasn't a pawn by the One wiser than a fawn take me, take me whole in Your† arms...hold for I'm just in mold clay being recast in gentle's bold awaken me give me strength take me from Death‒ wash away my Sins put Joy in my heart weaken this defensive anguish steady my hands calm my pulse give me the Words to speak to them like a boss
(July 29)―It all led to the children this morning. It all led to the Coming and how it will affect them by way of their parents. Isn’t that something! I figured it was coming to this!
Continue reading “‘Renewing Spirit’ and ‘The Awakening’”Understanding depression and the veils by-way of Job!
Men of Songs I thrash out my complaints I take the hurt, the Blame put it all on my shoulders‒ knowing through all this rough terrain not one showed Sincerity not one came so I let tears fall like rain open my mouth my worded train feeling alone, empty worthless...plain wondering if I'm really insane I cast out my stones to You† ‒Your† broken little dame all these tasks my Life...so drained not knowing the final aim just take it all in‒ the arrows of false names on invisible ropes...I hang told...Life is but a game learn to play it...you win fame You† and I know‒ that's not how it's framed Life isn't at all a game You†...no one can tame someone so righteous‒ You† easily cast in flames and that person will never be the same when this heart feels weak in faint I look at all my I can'ts I re-hear all those filthy names know...none of them...I ain't but I know‒ I'm such a tiny piece of grain and the only fame to be claimed is that of Your† sweet, sweet name I'm so, so tired of being maimed so tired of lonely's strain what have I gained on this hateful, lonely lane I know it's part of Yeshuah's† name each and every vein I'm so weary...feelings‒ my work done in vain so, I call on you...Yeshuah† please take all my complaints straight to our Father† ‒pull me out this agonizing drain forgive all my trespasses turn me over‒ to at least one heart who feels the same ‒a bit of hunger a bit of tame to do works of Good‒ in Your† sweet, sweet name
(July 24, 2019)—Our mothers. Veils. Mercy. I’ve been having a hard time putting my thoughts on paper lately. It may not seem like it but it’s still true. I end up writing it in my head then when I sit down, the same thoughts that I had don’t come out. I didn’t want to write anymore. For the past week or so, I’ve been in a battle with my self I guess you could say. I’m tired. I’ve been doing this work for seven years now. I’ve been writing and teaching and learning for over 10. I’m tired. But I’m to keep going.
Continue reading “‘Men of Songs’”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.
Continue reading “‘Solitary Confinement’”God patiently awaits for you to choose by-way of Zechariah! The 4th message to you ‘Today’s Society’. It’s up to you to listen!
A Waiting Maze He's† not going to help what you can do yourself be wise, full of zeal each other...Truth...tell don't condemn your brother stay clear and calm of harm evil...raise alarms don't buy into charm recognize...yes, recognize what's in disguise your responsibility your turn to be wise see through Lies it's time to stop the randomize heal those traumatized ‒save them from Lies there's no such thing as elves ‒must believe in self feelings for another...felt in order for you to help you've wasted enough time draw that much Needed line understand...the Divine before it's too late to even try
(July 18, 2019)—I didn’t want to write anymore. Well, I got two today. The first ‘A Waiting Maze’ and Zechariah! The second ‘Hold Them Hard!’ and Ezekiel! Again…this is all concerning today’s society!
The Scripture I was led to this morning is about the Jews building the temple. This is during Haggai’s mission…some time around 520 B.C. This was NOT why I was lead to this. A theme starting in ‘Orchestrated Part’ and it is continuing…almost every 2 days. So, I’m going with it.
Continue reading “‘A Waiting Maze’”The veils revealed through Ezekiel 38 and 39.
When You Are Sure! self righteousness won't get you far look to the stars get out of your cars stare not at mars...stars your petty judgments your petty arguments have not compared to wars the Lord† has charged out of Peace He† can forge start from nothing...wars use the enemy for a cause that didn't exist until veils barged your evil thoughts won't get you too far for He's† in charge! you don't have a say on your part when He† Needs to move forward‒ His† barge!
(July 16, 2019)―I’m to write my truth to you. A lot has been going on in my world and it is happening fast. I seem to have written enough about the healing…what we are responsible to do for ourselves. Now, the writing is upsetting in a way. I’ve had some hormonal days topped with the upstairs neighbor having strife…I’ve been sucking up the energy, and then getting this spiritual awakening (go ahead and smirk…I had to look all this up myself), now these writings that are coming. I’ve been crying for two days.
Continue reading “‘When You Are Sure!’”Have you answered God’s call? He’s waiting on you!
His† Pickup
I talk to the air
pretending someone's there
–it's only fair
since no one sees
how I comb my hair
I go for days, weeks
in this brave affair
feeling angels everywhere
then I fall to despair
acknowledging
no one's really there
wondering
if anyone really cares
I go until I can't
my hand to face in cry–
this isn't fair
too long I've been waiting
for the care
working, doing
wanting someone truly there
but...just surrounds me
thin air
I get completely lost
in this temporary despair
then...comfort arrives
out of thin air
I was pushed back
and about to fall,
but the Lord† helped me.
the Lord† is my strength
and my song;
He has become
my salvation.
revealing there's someone there
someone who truly cares
waiting, fighting there
waiting to become fully
before the Lord...bare
dealing in past affairs
–having courage to dare
shouts of joy and victory
resound in the tents
of the righteous;
the Lord's† right hand
has done mighty things!
the Lord's† right hand
is lifted high;
the Lord's† right hand
has done mighty things!
victory is every where
I can feel I in the air
I will not die but live,
and will proclaim
what the Lord† has done.
the Lord† has chastened me severely,
but He† has not given me
over to death.
I know all won't be lost
in despair
I know there will be saved
so many little hairs
so I basked in this empty air
as...taking place
the attended affairs
open for me
the gates of righteousness;
I will enter
and give thanks to the Lord†.
this is the gate of the Lord†
through which
the righteous may enter.
I will give You† thanks
for You† answered me;
You† have become my salvation.
all things will be fair
as comes...the perfect affair
the stone the builders rejected
has become the capstone;
the Lord† has done this,
and it is marvelous in our eyes.
this is the day the Lord† has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.
seeing truth...so there
I anticipate
with welcoming flair
I know this heart I wear
–out of pure despair
comes a star's brilliant glare
o Lord†, save us;
o Lord†, grant us success.
blessed is he who comes
in the name of the Lord†.
from the house of the Lord†
we bless you.
the Lord† is God†,
and He† has made His† light
shine upon us.
with boughs in hand
join in the festal procession
up to the horns of the altar
in bowed head...I do declare
life is as it should be–
it's not in the tear
but in the solid of repair
that God† reveals
His† humble stare
You† are my God†
and I will give You† thanks;
You† are my God†
and I will exalt You†.
give thanks to the Lord†
for He† is good;
His† love endures forever.—psalm 118
(July 5, 2019)—I haven’t written in a while…been busy with the testimony of my recent events, which has proven not difficult, but more of a soul-searching deal that’s taking me nearing over a month now to work on. It’s okay. I have plenty time. There’s never a rush for things these days. In due time, they do come. But I have been working diligently and long hours. I went to bed at 5 a.m. this morning and woke up at around noon to people asking me if I felt the earthquake. No. I’ve been busy.
Continue reading “‘His Pickup’”Actions, in spite of resentment, still say LOVE
Love in Action
no matter the resentment
it was given then taken
actions of love
still...not just a must
but a do
it's all giving
without judgment
helping without faking
actions in love
doing
without needing a clue
it's helping another
without commitment
being truthful
without manipulation
actions in love
doing
for words are not enough
it's getting over
the resentment
‒those taking without
returning the give
actions in love
still...a beautiful mark
on the heart
in the making
(April 30, 2019)―Resentment. I’ve written a lot about resentment in Book 12. It’s part of the codependency deal. A codependent will give and give without thinking of themselves and then they begin to resent it because they carry the expectation of being given in return. Of course, the given in return doesn’t happen most of the time. A codependent is a bit fucked up in a sense because of this expectation.
Continue reading “‘Love in Action’”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.
Continue reading “‘What Comes Out’”Discovering the hidden treasure in yourself!
Hidden TreasureContinue reading “‘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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