‘Dreams Upon Dreams’ (Yeshuah)

They don’t see Earth as God does. She is His lady, His footstool, His creation. The Potter’s clay constantly evolving. She matters more than you. You respect her. He respects you. It is that simple.

Dreams Upon Dreams (Yeshuah)

imaginations are vast
there are Good ones
there are bad ones
to learn the difference
takes Humbleness

what is Humbleness?
it is Simple
respecting Earth
and all that she is

it is respecting people
Understanding
the vast amounts
of differences
accepting

staying focused
on the Lord's† Words
and all that He† says
all His† Truth

not parts of it
to suit your situation
not parts of it
to make Light
of your darkened thoughts

it is I†
the One that adhered
to all His† commands
as I†, Yeshuah†, had to give
new commands
but
staying with the old

I† had to stick
to His† Word
the Father†
while giving new
by replacing old
with one:
Love

it is not easy
stripping a tradition
from under stiff-necked
people
who like how previous
generations
molded their own ways
into the Father's ways

these ways of man
are not the Father's† ways

these ways of man
all from the imagination
of man
their own ways
to make their Selfishness
seem Righteousness

it isn't

building on high places
sitting in high places
are ways of man
ways of the world
and the strongest way
to see what lies
in a human's heart

Comfort can come
from many things
things don't breathe
they just sit there
monuments of stuff
not helping anyone

Comfort comes from
what breathes

Humbleness doesn't come
from things
it comes from what is
how you use the imagination
for the Good of man
from all aspects
not some
all

if what you imagine
disrespects Earth
in any way
but brings Comfort
to man
by things
it is a defeated purpose
a helpless try
disguised in wealth
of the world

the poorest of the poor
have My† sympathy
if only they would ask
My† giving
is Simple
to keep you Humble
to keep your soul safe

it is not in riches
that you find this kind
of 'safe'

be well with your Life
understand
right and wrong
adhere to right
even if wrong

the tempter's song
bullies you
teases you

right is the way
wrong is of the world

the imagination
a Vastness of thoughts
has to be sorted
prayed on
and wondered about

just because millions
of people
Want what you imagined
doesn't make it right

I† am He†
the One and only Son†
go in Peace
then Peace I'll† give you

(April 23, 2022)—I was awakened twice this morning. Once at 2:22 and once at 4:44. No joke. Then this morning I got 22 and 44 again. I’ve been up to ‘a thing’ lately. In fact, just the last few days. It’s a testing of sorts. I’m looking at buying a house. I’m not wealthy by any means. I live on a fixed income and I make do. In my mind, this house is extraordinary. I can have a vivid imagination and design beautiful things when I want or desire. It’s just that: Thoughts. What God has in mind, and I’ve always known, is simplicity. Humbleness. So, in the process of buying this house, which I’ve gone through the steps of the pre-approval process and picking a place that is simple, but being careful of what I asked for, because I’m fighting these thoughts of ‘much‘. It isn’t easy in the world that we live in.

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‘I Am but Lowliness’ (Rough Waters Dream/Building Crashing Vision)

‘…I couldn’t tell what it was, maybe 1 very tall building, maybe 2 or a whole bunch of them, but whatever it was, it was so massive that it could be seen out in space…’ from the Buildings Crashing Vision

 I Am but Lowliness
  
 I am but lowliness
 the one they don't see
 I'm walked over
 I'm spit upon‒
 beaten and abused
 robbed and tortured
  
 I am but lowliness
 the one crying in depression
 the one carrying heaviness
 the obese, the skinny
 I have moles and wrinkles
 I am full of scars
  
 I am but lowliness
 barely getting by
 struggling for money
 doing anything for money
 I'm the disadvantaged
 the forsakened one
  
 I'm but lowliness
 hung on a cross
 betrayed, lied about
 scream at and cursed
 I pretend it's okay
 but I'm dying
 from all this ugliness
  
 I am but lowliness
 worthless to man
 a means for wealth
 for someone else
  
 I'm the one sabotaged
 manipulated and controlled
  
 ...but worthy
 to Him†
 for He† called me
 and I heard
 for when I was weak
 He† was strong
 and He† held me
 'til I landed
 on my feet
  
 though He† test the vine
 to see
 if they'll be kind or mean
 with every tear from me
 more worth
 He† gives to me
  
 I am gold
 a heart‒
 He† keeps from getting cold
 He† makes me bold
 say it
 breathe it
 for He† called me
 to do it
  
 I am the lowliness
 all around the world
 He† sees me
 in Him†
 I am free
  
 worthy
 for these tears are His†
 for this pain is His†
 and I am
 for He† is 

(March 8, 2021)―‘I Am but Lowliness’ was written December 23, 2020. I was directed to this piece to include with the Rough Waters Dream and the Buildings Crashing Vision. I was also directed to the two Scriptures included with this writing.

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Four Discs Dream (God)

“…I will make your forehead like the hardest stone, harder than flint. Do not be afraid of them or terrified by them, though they are a rebellious house…” Ezekiel 3:4-11

It is 4:44 on March 22, 2020! It is Sunday. I was typing up Ezekiel when I was told to record the dream that I had early this morning before I lose the details.

The Dream: There was a hallway. It was long but interesting. It looked to be in a fancy home or office building. The wood was like dark cherry and dark oak stain. I remember seeing one door entrance to my left and a few to my right. The door entrances were surrounded by very detailed molding. The top of each had an arch to the molding. There were lines down this hall way, and shapes on the floor and walls although I don’t remember them. I just know they were there. There was nothing bright. It was all dark colors. It was exquisite and had my full attention. I chose not to go down this hall. To my left was another hall exactly like the first. I picked this one and began walking in it, but I stopped right inside the hallway because I saw spider webs.

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‘Backlash’ (Crucifixion Vision)

You must learn to fight with your mind!

 Backlash
 
He's† coming
His† fierce wrath
–a warning
that will steal your laugh
 
He's† waited
as you gently
took your bath
seeing you
enjoy your treasures
He's glad
 
His† simplicity‒
riddled with an interesting sass
if you fall too far behind
on the graph
He† has an unwavering strap
administered by
a father's unconditional love‒
in a dash
giving you a chance
to bounce back
from your deep, darkened nap
 
but you haven't read
the telegraph
you haven't heard
the endless knocking raps
you haven't heard
the crash, the clash
or the blast
you haven't even heard
the slush
of His† slow drag
 
instead
you waddle like an ass
pretending to celebrate
honor His† flag
while others...with a bat
so willing to bash
 
round and round
lap after lap
slowly distorting Him†
in every class
mixing it all up–
commoners can't even grasp
leaving it all
to be given in mass
not willing
to take on the task
–it's all been a trap
 
the mark of the beast–
will be an easy lash
they will be willing–
without any wording sass
let alone
a flame from a shiny blast
 
how to measure gullibility–
the strength needed
to cure this rash
will take more
than attending a mass
or around waist
wrapping a sash
 
in the mind
will come the nag
–a played-out invisible rag
strange thoughts
making a face sag
doubt...oh! how nasty!
its constant drag
heaviness and confusion–
mixing it all up in lag
 
there's a better way to combat
this dark invisible rag
–powers hidden
once sealed–
too high to be grasped
it's now time
to bathe in its vast
opening it up–
the vaults...down...smash
 
mind for mind...slash
taking control back
before the Lamb comes
in a flash
open up for a higher stash
–sorting through trash
with an energy in splash
 
yes, He's† coming
a warning in passing
a chance to be given
for a new class
a higher way
fighting in blast
a choice in self's brass
–thrive in eternity's musical jazz
or fall in evil's
forever fire-pitting trap

(August 24, 2019)―Wow! is how today began. A jolting out of bed at 4 a.m. to write. I didn’t want to get up. Three times I was literally jolted out of bed. I finally got up and I’ve been writing ever since. That’s what I’m suppose to do: keep writing.

I mentioned in a few writings that I’ll eventually have a section on here about my meditation journey…it will either be in a category or an entire section to itself. All I know is that I’m on an extraordinary journey and I’ve been on this journey for years now, only this time it’s elevated, and I’m to share the entire process here.

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‘Shelters From Storms’

Using our gifts the right way byway of Matthew! How do we discover our gifts? How to use them? How to multiple our inside wealth? Easy. Listen.

 Shelters From Storms
  
 take these gifts...give them more
 open, open...will be doors
 no more seeking to find
 say this is mine
 it shall be yours
  
 place bets on things
 instead of doors
 what's yours will be no more
  
 treasures are found
 in gifts stored
 open, open the doors
 heal from your sores
 be fierce...the Power is yours
  
 take these gifts...do more
 help the needy, help the poor
 put Life in their décor
 never asking what for
  
 open, open the door
 don't be the evil's whore
 take what you know‒
 take it and soar
 high, high...my little commodore
 what you wish...will be yours
 for without fear‒
 the Lord†, you adored! 

(July 24, 2019)―There’s reasons for everything! Twice during meditation this past week I was presented with doors. The first time there were two doors. They were white and side by side. I went to open the door directly in front of me and it was locked. My team (I actually can hear them.) told me to try the other. I did. It opened. I was cheered. I didn’t see myself walk through this door. I just knew that I had entered. And the manifestation process began. The second time there was just one very large white door. I opened it and saw myself walk through it.

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‘His Pickup’

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 

He’s Waiting On You!

(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.

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‘What Comes Out’

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

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

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

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

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‘Anger’s Infest’

Anger wants you steadfast! God wants you moving forward!

 Anger's Infest
 
feel it beneath your skin
evil's way of getting within
actions in horror's den
‒ways of evil's perfect sin
 
it'll trap you in cussing
it'll condemn you in swearing
pulling at you...probing
wanting your reaction
for it's only satisfaction
 
it'll take all
of your triggering notions
you...down...dragging
as it smiles
in sadistic laughing
craving your giving in
your fight...it's welcoming
celebrating
your mind's condemn
 
anger...evil's infested gem
words, actions
its consistency in playing
wanting you
self to defend
so it can celebrate
in its win
 
feel it beneath your skin
evil's way of getting within
actions in horror's den
‒ways of evil's perfect sin
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‘Humble of Mercy’

You Want It to Be! So Bad….

A sample from Book 12

 Humble of Mercy
 
she shivered in the sun light
thinking of words in the night
take care of yourself
make this all count
it's not as bad as it seems

 
–wondering...
if this is really all right
 
she covers her eyes from the bright
words...thoughts in her head
filling her morning's sight
you've heard this before
words of deception
he doesn't want you no more
don't let 'fool' be your salvation

 
‒wondering...
why the needless blight
 
then the bible's insight
saying it's going to be all right
 
the unease feels her insides
but her heart digs in tight
it was always him‒
since all the darkened twilight
why so hard to get it right
why so much fight
 
she washed her face
forced a smile to the light
dawned her makeup
ignored age's height
the saddened night
throwing sorrow to the wind‒
the need to cry...howl
all night
 
her heart sits right
she adhered to the boundaries‒
set outright
time needed with the light
she can't fight
without insight
cleansing her insides, beautying her outsides
letting the magic pour from God†
as age moves on
lessening her life
–each piece
becomes more precious, more fragile
 
learning not anymore
to gamble
what's wrong, what's right
just listening to the light
without a fight

(September 26, 2018)—

Keep me safe, O God, for in You I take refuge. I said to the Lord, ‘You are my Lord; apart from You I have no good thing.’ As for the saints who are in the land, they are the glorious ones in whom in all my delight. The sorrows of those will increase who run after other gods. I will not pour out their libations of blood or take up their names on my lips. Lord, You have assigned me my portion and my cup; You have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.

I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I have set the Lord always before me. Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, because You will not abandon me to the grave, nor will You let Your Holy One see decay. You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in Your presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand.―Psalm 16

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‘Aversion’

Forgive Yourself for God Has Already Done That!

(April 8, 2019)—The commentary for my piece titled ‘Salvation’s Need’ I speak about salvation and God taking grace away if we go against Him. A friend called and told me that God does not take away grace. I beg you differ.

Ever since the incident with the Jeep, I have been reverted back to feeling like crap. I can’t seem to return to the good diet that was making me feel great, nor the tanning, nor the exercising. I’m told to get an attorney and sue these people, but, at the same time, that’s not what I’m supposed to do. Faith. I’m supposed to rely on faith. I’ve been battling with all of this lately.

I finished my vow. I’m supposed to wait now. And my relationship with the sweet man…what relationship? All my values, morals, principles are in question right now…every single thing I stand for! The voice of death has crossed my threshold several times in these last couple of months because I’m so tired of fighting, so tired of people lying to me. I’ve been in a battle per say.

I have been working late on my website and getting up late each day. I had gotten myself on a schedule, but that has been thrown out the window. I suddenly have that rush again…like I’m up against a clock. So, this morning after reading a few things on Facebook, I got my coffee and sat down. My Bible and writing tablet staring at me. The pull to cry came from way deep inside. And the tears started to fall. I started to feel sorry for myself. I see my sisters posting about their lives. My little sister and her family. I asked myself, ‘Where’s my joy? Where’s my family?’

 Aversion
 
You† stripped me of life
sent me into strife
in order for me
to truly see the light
 
I knelt...prayed for truth
stripped of wisdom‒
made into a fool
only to rise then fall in glue
stuck in deceived...malice
drowning in the body's surface
lust took hold...every crevice
 
my mind stuck in evil's drool
lying, stealing...seeking revenge‒
all evil's time in consume
I surrounded myself‒
in the duel
bathing in its fumes
yelling, pulling, yanking
trying to see truth
‒in all I assumed
 
all its evilness‒
pulling me from the light
pushing me‒
to take my very life
over and over‒
keeping me in strife
leaving...I think not!
laughing at my struggle‒
in fight
holding me down from flight
suffocating‒
blinding my sight
 
I prayed to see truth
now I see evil's embedded rules
the play‒
leaving countless clues
lust being its endless tool
using love‒
in its game of fools
 
Lord†, I see the aversion‒
I see the message in truth
in my mind‒
the careless insertion
‒troubled heart
sunk in its inclusion
 
I know why they sink‒
into drugs...sexual immorality
they were too young
when it all begun
to fight evil's manipulating reality
get to the children first
‒You† showed me this
before any verse
revealing truth‒
way before my coming doom
 
then my 360...then the loop
three adults in evil's coop
the wreckage‒
I didn't know what to do
for I was encaged, too
 
get to the children first
 
innocence‒
pulled from the light
no strength
to put up a fight
‒growing up
with an inside strife
splitting the mind
evil...preventing
the thinking of twice
 
Lord†, thank you
for the truth
please clear my mind‒
fill me with You†
evil strangles
all that's true
I'd rather be filled with You†
than lust's
careless drool
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