‘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 Silence of Still’

The mercy of the silence will be unexplainable.

Note: The photograph was taken November 9th, the bride and groom, the Sign of Jonah.

The Silence of Still
 
can you hear the whispers
through the air
the conjugating of birds
shh...hear them go quiet
the low howls of hounds
the uneasy purr of cats
the cattle all laid down
even the horses lie on their bellies
their necks stretched out
their eyes focused no wheres
 
the waves that raged
now are calm, smooth
except for the slow bumping
against lifelessness
against broken shores
where once stood beautiful structures
glazing in the morning sun
now lay invisible images
lost in the silence of still
 
shh...can you hear the whispers
the crying of the trees
their battle long gone
watching the water come and go
its dark, mucky vortex
surrounding the hollowness
of the silence
their departed leaves
withering in mixed congregation
 
shh...shh...can you hear the whispers
tiny ants coming out to feast
hungry flies gathering around
surveying the air
lurking in the stillness
ready in their devour
of what's left
of the silence
 
shh...shh...there it is
far, far but so very close
from low, deep in throat
a piecing wail
like never heard
an unmatched sound
human...animal?
how can one tell
it's engulfed in the stillness
like a look looking
but not seeing
it's bathed in rage
a blanketed depth
so darkened and mellowed
that it stills the stillness
 
shh...shh awaken to the whisper
the sound of inconceivable
as the ants begin their march
as the flies settle their position
as the leaves give into their stench
as the trees weaken their hold–
their roots release the earth
as they fall to the ground
lose themselves
to the wet cape below
 
the silence stares
listening to the anguish wail
coming from deep, deep
as the sea returns to the sun
wrapping its arms around
the silence
begging for beauty
to be seen
as she rocks back and forth
begging the trees
begging the cows, the horses
all those in the wild
'stand up, stand up'
 
but shh...shh there's just the whispers
low, low...the stillness
as its look keeps looking
but can't anymore see

‘Collapse’

Maybe…it’s time to pray.

Note: The photograph, taken November 11th, when the avenging angel appeared in the sky, says again…the vision will happen at night.

 Collapse
 
as the turn of clocks
begins its reverse in tocks
shifting of rocks
shall tie some knots
 
shaky salted, soggy lands
will no longer stand
all those jagged, edging strands
pushing down
as sink, sink goes the sands
 
no use tying to docks
or hide treasures
in a steel, hidden box
 
no use trying for hot
stuck in cold
trottie, trot, trot
 
nothing will come
as in showers of band
nothing will go bang
by any hands of man
 
oh! as the turn of clocks
a passing by...no one can stop
or...over...hop‒
with a 'think not'
 
thoughts of 'I don't understand'
thoughts will come
from every clan
for to the stillness‒
they became faithful fans
never seeing 'I can'
in the forever of 'I am'
instead…away...they ran
 
passing...turns of clocks
‒just a tip from the top
a chance to untie tied knots
after...a rapture's
during-the-night rob
of what you thought‒
you had the power to stop

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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UPDATE 10: [19 Visions plus Conversation With David]: A Test For All Nations. Horror Awaits If We Don’t Turn to Jesus!

God’s Going To Show You Who He Is! These Visions Are Steps! The Earth Will Change Its Direction…AND A New Earth Will Become! The Mark of The Devil…How It Will Be Done. He’s Warning You. You Don’t Have To Listen! And…He Sent Me Orbs To Prove All Of This IS From Him!

God’s Going To Show You Who He Is! These Visions Are Steps! The Earth Will Change Its Direction…AND A New Earth Will Become! The Mark of The Devil…How It Will Be Done. He’s Warning You. You Don’t Have To Listen! And…He Sent Me Orbs To Prove All Of This IS From Him!

[I put this in the order in which the visions are coming. So the Updates are added to the end!]

Co-Writer: David…He’s from Heaven!

The Beginning!

NOTE: I’ve never experienced something of this magnitude…EVER! The things I write in this post are things that I saw in visions very clear and in the course of 5 (FIVE) different meditating periods throughout the day of August 16, 2019. I do not know why this was sent to me, but if you know who to pass this to, please do. Yes, it could be wrong. But FIVE of them! ALL showing the exact same thing then adding something each time. This is too out of the ordinary for me to NOT pass it on.

[ I posted the first paragraph of this article, along with visions 1 and 2 on my personal Facebook page and author page on August 16, 2019 because by the 2nd vision, I was really shaken up. After posting that and going into my 3rd mediation, I was given instruction to wait and repost or reshare with the world tomorrow, which is today. I’ve spent all morning with an upset stomach thinking nothing but what I saw, and was eventually led to Ezekiel, which I explain later in this post. I’m shaking a bit while writing this because this is so extreme in nature for me. I’ve had spiritual things happen to me…I thought those were extreme. This far passes that! And what’s more bizarre is what I discovered in research today: The Nostradamus prediction is at the end of this post!]

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