‘Rejection Undone’ (Sinking Vision/Dead Body Vision)

(Sinking Vision/Dead Body Vision) He who ignores discipline comes to poverty and shame but whoever heeds correction is honored.—Proverbs 13:18

 Rejection Undone 
  
 I'm not going to worry
 I'm not going to try
 I've given up
 the vestibule
 I've given up
 the cry
  
 I'd never even considered
 being part of the dart
 stabbing my own mother's heart
 just to fit in
 with the cart
  
 I'm not going to feel sorry
 I'm not going to say
 good-bye
 I've given up
 on slobbering drool
 I've given up
 on asking why
  
 I'd never ever surrender
 I'd instead
 wear the cuffs
 I would have never
 given her up
 and I did scream:
 'that's enough'
  
 I'm going to be 
 part of history
 I'm not going to sway
 in their giving up
 in die
  
 I've given up
 being the blind fool
 I've given up
 trying to understand
 those who easily abuse
 I damn-right refuse
 for them...curl up
 and lie
  
 I've learned the secret
 to the mystery
 you can't hold me down‒
 in your misery
 or hold me accountable
 for your broken
 unhealed self
 or put me on a shelf
  
 my mother taught me well
 ‒not to adhere
 to cards dealt
 to fight...get myself
 off the shelf
  
 I listened to her actions
 as I watched her suffer
 rejection
 she taught me not to stay
 too long
 in self reflection
 she taught me the 'way'
 and to speak
 what I had to say
 ‒even if they all 
 walk away
  
 I'm part of the last generation
 not wanting to be a part
 of the reflection‒
 who settled for rejection
 for we refuse
 to be part
 of the collection 

Note: The photograph is from October 2, 2019: Wave Warning.

(Sinking Vision/Dead Body Vision) He who ignores discipline comes to poverty and shame but whoever heeds correction is honored.—Proverbs 13:18

(May 27, 2021)―‘Rejection Undone’ was written in 2020. David chose it for these visions. I have two in which to share with you. A real-time vision and a meditation/prayer vision. Both seem so surreal to me and they make me cry, but He, that would be God, wants them written and given.

Real-time visions. I’ve written about them before. The first came soon after the visions of August 2019. Sometime before this, we experience an earthquake. It was a minor quake rolling off of the one that had taken place in California. But for me it was absolute. To feel the earth move beneath you is really scary. The light fixtures in my condo moved, glasses rattled. So when my bed shook, I thought we had had another one. We did not. It was my first real-time vision. After I felt the bed shake, the word unstable came. It happened again months later. He, that would be God, shook my sofa…again unstable. Then one day I was on my walk and the sidewalk moved. Not literally for everyone else, but for me literal. It was very unsettling. I actually extending my arms to gain stability. Then I noticed all the cars just continued, no one noticed. Unstable. Then one day He had me walk on one of the floating docks here at the lake and then told me to close my eyes and turn…shaky, He said.

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‘Sanctification Deferential’ (Jesus)

‘Sanctification Deferential’ ‘King Agrippa had a choice. He made the right choice. Festus was following the collection instead of the elective or elected,’ words of Jesus, my teacher.

 Sanctification Deferential (Jesus)
  
 persecution is of choice
 and this you have
 the free-will
 to make a choice
  
 this is Jesus†
 the first son
 of our Father†
 the one and only creator
  
 this free-will is given
 it is a small token
 of our Father's† love
  
 it is reasonable
 you can easily
 understand it
 it is sizeable, measureable
  
 each choice is based
 on this free-will
  
 free-will has options
  
 these options are where
 deciding factors come in
 from deep within
  
 do you adhere to faith
 in what you know is there
 but cannot see
  
 or
  
 do you adhere to just
 what you can see
 ignore this enormous pressure‒
 a pressure you cannot explain
 or fear to explain it
 ‒that comes from
 way deep inside
  
 as the head of you
 this pressure is Me†!
  
 you are given the free-will‒
 a gift from our Father†
 through His† grace
 the Holy Spirit†
 ‒to choose to follow
 this pressure
 or to follow
 the collection
  
 I† advise
 that you choose wisely
 many choices
 cannot be unchosen
 and the marks
 which result from these choices
 are forever 

Notes: The photographs with this writing are from February 9, 2020: Rough Waters…Millions Will Die. He’s trying to speak to you. It’s up to you to listen.

Not only did He put the anchor but also a big J. Follow the link above to see all the awesome things He reveals to us.

(May 24, 2021)―Upon editing the writing, I got 2:22…Jesus! A photograph of my classroom drawing, exactly as I saw it, follows the dream. I didn’t count the number of flowers the teacher had drawn on the vines, so what’s in the drawing is just estimation.

Classroom Dream: I was a teacher. It was the first day of class. I was busy getting the students desks. There were more students than desks. There were tiny desks, regular desks, but they seemed all old desks. There was one student sitting at the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom who was clowning a bit, but the students weren’t following him, they were all quiet. I moved him. He continued to clown so I lectured him. I had authority and they all knew it and were well behaved. I had these tall skinny barrows, so I moved one and put it in the row by the door for a dark-haired, dark-skinned boy to sit on. He did without complaint.

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‘Trickle, Trickle’

I have read so much confusion, again something God has revealed to you through me, that it is ridiculous. But God tells me not to worry. It isn’t my issue. No it is not. If you don’t truly know God or want to hear what He has to say today, then you are missing what is going to come later.

 Trickle, Trickle
 
trickle, trickle
get a tickle
no need‒
get another's principle
let's be a wrinkle
maybe a freckle
 
trickle, trickle
out of the cradle
to the hospital
for a breathing bottle
 
trickle, trickle
two more with a tickle
soon hourly stays‒
build to more
than the middle
 
trickle, trickle
leaving behind principle
becomes regrettable
in parking lots‒
tents become normal
 
trickle, trickle
months added by decimal
more in wrinkle
‒black bags numerable
 
trickle, trickle
running around little freckles
four months in the cradle
maybe it's time‒
turn to the bible
‒no one's at the funeral

(March 20)―These sets of numbers were put before me today: WWI 1914-1918: 16 to 40 million causalities; Flue Pandemic 1918-1919 50 to 100 million causalities; WWII 1939-1945 70-85 million causalities (3% of the 1940 world population!).

Interesting isn’t it? 100 years and we face another pandemic. The 1918 pandemic was basically caused by soldiers coming home from the war and spreading it. Look at those numbers! Then there are other wars: Vietnam, Korea, then local wars where the numbers were extremely high and I’m sure all medical personal did the numbers and wrote tons of papers on the numbers.

The 100-year itch! Where death and carelessness and greed bites everyone in the butt! Theirs is no denying any of it. I watched the U.S. President’s speech today. Where was God in all of that? Is all of this an institutional study for academia and the medical and political fields? I really don’t think so. I think they are just as worried as everyone else. This isn’t the first time of a pandemic, but it is the first time the world…all nations…come together.

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‘Good of Earth’

Reason…in my personal life…because they had a dark secret as well! The guilty help the guilty. So, when the victim of a crime screams wolf….all the wolves help the wolf.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this writing was taken on October 23rd. It is the white dove that I write about later in this writing when talking about the Sign of Jonah!

 Good of Earth
 
healing begins
in the heart
setting pride aside
that which tears us apart
letting out the light
which brightens stars
building another's heart
by halting pain
from the start
 
without this healing bark
pain lives on
adding to its cart
more parts of the dark
stripping lives
–that mercy of heart
building the prince of the earth
–it's army in surf
 
it is only through
admittance, accountability
that we add a ball
in curve
understanding...fully
who we serve
 
by casting out
pain's dart
dealing immediately
byway of God's†
merciful heart
that we justify
Jesus'† part
 
His† death wasn't a fart
for the innocent–
always pay the heaviest cost
 
go to the cross
then sort
–the heaviness
won't be a part
 
hide in the dark
deny the sort
–the heaviness
becomes the burden
in pain's cross
becoming too difficult
to sort
leading us to
true intimacy
of the dark
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Brace Yourself!

God’s hand is coming and there’s nothing we can do!

I’d rather warn people then do nothing. I’d rather have all of this written down so that the future will know. I know God’s time is not ours. I also know that visions could be wrong. I also know God never lies. I also know that people don’t give a damn! They just like to call people names and ignore the One being who controls everything. Have it your way! You were forewarned.

Note: The following article I wrote early this morning on Facebook. I thought I share it here. All I truly know is that this morning around 4 a.m., I was jolted to wake up, received more visions to inspire me…see ‘Backlash’…and this jolting which felt like electric shocks happened 3 times! So, I got up and have been writing ever since. The visions are well explained in the article below. They are not just a one time deal. I’ve had them every day for 3 straight days, then I took 2 days off of meditating because I was devastated by what I saw. Then I saw the visions again 2 more days.

Someone is trying to tell someone something! And I’ve experienced this stuff before so, to me, this is really big! When exactly? Your guess is as good as mine. But these events took place.

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‘Men of Songs’

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 Jesus'†
each and every vein
I'm so weary...feelings‒
my work done in vane
so, I call on you...Jesus†
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
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‘Unconditional Terms’

‘Unconditional’ Fades When Another Takes Your Place!

A sample from Book 12

(July 25, 2018 [Didn’t post on Facebook.])—When toxicity takes its toll, there’s nothing to say or do.

A weak heart turns to go, finds a new heart to rip apart. A strong heart cries alone, struggling to regain ground, move on. You don’t lose to cheating. You lose to betrayal. That’s why those who don’t marry, stay single. They can just hang it up, move on to another. The faithful one can’t do this.

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‘The Bitch of It’

Sometimes you just gotta to be a bitch!

A sample from Book 12

  The Bitch of It
 
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒what is it!
 
first they want thin
then they want fat
first they want blond
then they want black
first they want
a down-with-it bitch
then they want
a church-going chick
first they want
the naught of it
then they want just sit
first they want
the free-thinking kind‒
intelligent and shit
then they make
the do-it-my-way dip
 
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒what is it!
 
first they want
drama-free tits
then they add the fits
first they want
the sex-driven licks
then they forget how to kiss
first they want real's click
then goes backwards the flips
 
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒setting confusion's tick
 
it's all the bitch of it
flip, flip, flip
when you're trying
to get a grip
the crap of it...clip
 
old bitches come in to sip
trying to slyly unzip
when down falls
their run-away crib
 
new bitches force in a rip
sending those pussy pics
flirting to get a hit
trying to fill
voids in the flip
 
for a secured woman's commit‒
it's all a big trip
a playground's nip
she doesn't have time to rip
‒quivering lips curl
to laugh's fit
because....
she's the bitch of it
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”Read Books”

Don’t Let Suicide Take You!

A sample from Book 7

 Read Books
(for Samantha)
 
read books
she says to me
write your story
she pleads
 
I see her sincerity‒
her begging
 
please don’t go away from me....
please don’t let hate win

 
I feel the hurt in her
‒so deep
when my words spill
I don’t want to be here
 
she’s exhausted
her please
 
please don’t let
suicide take you from me

 
so I fight
I stay
in this lonely world
created
just for me
 
for her
her sad pleas
how can I die
leave her
not free
 
so I must
read books
lose myself
in false looks
try to forget
this evil hook
and all he took
 
for her I’ll stay
make it through
another day
me and memories
of love I believed
of love which deceived
 
I struggle for her
try to hide this hurt
so her eyes
don’t cry
death...I push away
one more day
for her to say
 
mom, I love you
please stay
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‘Pillars of Death’

Depression: The Feeling of Your Own Death!

A sample from Book 7

 Pillars of Death
 
I'm an apparent suicide
who took
everything buried inside
‒sprayed it out
like pesticide
 
they call it a homicide
raging words
was all it took
for love to dry
‒leaving only tears
to cry
 
slowly I died
asking every kind of why
 
why only anger's words
was enough
to cast me aside
 
why my truth
was reason
my life
‒its very existence
to hide
 
my being
no longer resides
in hearts
I believed
could override
evil's prancing stride
 
they all cast me aside
for thoughts...words
I could no longer
hold inside
 
instead of holding me
as these eyes cried
they buried me
‒an unmarked grave
deep outside
with bugs and flies
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