March 22: 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.

Taken March 1, all I saw were rainbows in the clouds…it was an angel.
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‘Call Her Witch!’ and ‘Uncircumcised’ (Jesus)

…I rather my child heart than adult B.S.! I see God’s vision a lot clearer that way!

 Call Her Witch!
 
join the unbelievers
chant it loud
 
'witch! witch! witch!'
 
then pick up your stone
–cast it on your own
 
you...the deceivers
gather your ropes
around her neck...tie
then watch her kick
'til she dies
 
chant it loud
 
'witch! witch! witch!'
 
go ahead...take pictures
with your phone
 
join the connivers
those living in the dark
crucify her–
show your heart
she paid for her sins
now let's see you
pay for yours!
 
in control...there's the Lord†
whom you already crucified
over and over
you continue your shame
calling it holy
using the Lord's† name
 
in your circles...shout
 
'witch! witch! witch!'
 
for she received wisdom
–your dark secrets
for you to heal
instead...her life–
you want to steal
 
go ahead!
chant it loud
 
'witch! witch! witch!'
 
the future will know
which of you
the Lord† almighty–
leaves in the ditch
scratching walls
of an endless pit!
 Uncircumcised
 
deep hidden inside the temple
lies the sanctuary
pumping gold and silver
–to and from
up and down
sometimes soft
sometimes hard
knowing a cleansing
–soon to be coming
 
the removing of the dark
from the sanctuary walls
takes time
sometimes–
a complete bleed out
a total rebuilding
for its beauty to shine through
for it's beautiful music
to be heard
 
it is in these times
marks of hatred are noticed
–that too must be cleansed
 
cut, cut, cut
 
'til all the baggage is gone
 
clip, clip, clip
 
every single loose grip
wiped out
 
a purification
as the walls are strengthened
rebuilt
the workers hard at work
each one
individually
working on the sanctuary
that is part of one
 
through time
its beauty shines through
the darkened halls
fill with light
and there's nothing left
but that bright
–and the sanctuary
is opened for‒
the entrance of life

Note: The photograph was taken in October 2019. The image on top of my eyes is the Hand of God on me. He is allowing me to take these photographs to teach about who He truly is. (I’m sure I’m not the only one!) You can see more pictures like this and the process that began the awakening part of this on the pages Third Eye (Spiritual Gifts), My Aura: The Love of Jesus, God, the Sun and Me, God Sends Love Orbs. I’m not concerned with the criticism of the titles of these pages or what I called things like Jesus Sprinkles on the page Jesus’ Army and Jesus Sprinkles...that is childish B.S. You name them whatever you want to name these things. I name them what comes to my heart, I rather my child heart than adult B.S.! I see God’s vision a lot clearer that way!

(February 28)—For the first time since I left him, I texted the sweet man. Since November, it’s been a monthly thing but he texts me first. And it always ends the same…anger. He not even coming close to resembling anything remotely close to healed. Me getting to the point of just driving in what God wants of him. All the rest…total BS! And…the man doesn’t see it at all. So, this time was no different…except that I sent the first text and it was to see if any healing was being done. None!

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‘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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‘Absent Gail Winds’

‘In the pride of your heart you say, ‘I am a god; I sit on the throne of a god in the heart of the seas.’ But you are a man and not a god, though you think you are as wise as a god. Are you wiser than Daniel? Is no secret hidden from you?’…Ezekiel 28:1-10

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken on November 9th. At the bottom on the left is what makes this photograph interesting. Whatever the red object is, it appears in two of the frames only. My shoes are solid black. There was nothing around me to have made this image. I have no idea what it was, but I know I wasn’t alone when I was taking these photographs! The significance of this day’s photographs are important. When you are unveiled, or when you decide that your pride is not as important as God, then you will understand all the photographs and writings here. God bless you, in Jesus’ name. Amen.

 Absent Gail Winds
 
a silence will ring
absent that drenching thing
‒a rumble will start to sing
an unusual vasting fling
 
it will come‒
from way down deep
a slow, rising to seep
in the air
you cannot see
‒not one wind
will the sea bring
 
from under the feet
something's coming
unsteady
from a small string
harmony in cling
to a sudden rage‒
bumping, shaking
 
it's earth, it's God†
oh, my! it's something
maybe good, maybe bad
it's still moving
after…the silence rings

(December 20, 2019)―I couldn’t sleep. I got out of bed and looked at the clock on my phone: 3:33 a.m. As I was looking at my clock, I saw it change to 3:34. I went into the kitchen and got bread out of the cupboard to fix toast. I looked at the clock on the microwave 3:33. As I was looking at it, it changed to 3:34. I went lay back down, but still couldn’t sleep. I got up and looked at my phone, 4:40. The double number again caught my attention. I went in the kitchen to look at the microwave, 4:38. I didn’t realize that the two clocks were 2 minutes apart! I went back to lay down and fell asleep. When I awoke twice more I looked at my clock at different times, just random acts: 12:44 55 degrees; 1:11 55 degrees! Everything happens for a reason.

When I sat to write, an even bigger surprise awaited me: Ezekiel and his prophesy against Tyre. Ezekiel 26:15-21 and 27:1-11 were on the first page I opened my Bible to. Reading it, I felt this really eerie feeling. The Visions. God has shown me matters of the sea since I was moved to this apartment. Now I know why. And He is showing me again and again, today…this is just too obvious to what He is saying. I didn’t go look for this Scripture. I opened my Bible and there it was. This is after these visions, after months of praying that this won’t happen. This is after God putting the images of the visions in my mind so I’ll remember what is happening when it does happen. This is NO coincidence! Everything happens for a reason. My clock now reads: 3:33 p.m.! I just took a picture of my phone to document this interesting event and the moment the screenshot was taken, it turned 3:34! This is NO coincidence!

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‘The Good Samaritan’s Heart’

‘They will hate you because of Me’ He said. He meant that. That evil whore is out to destroy all that is Love. Are you going to allow that?

 The Good Samaritan's Heart
 
we pay homage–
to the good life
dressing nice
buying nice
painting our faces and nails
wearing aftershaves and perfumes
wearing diamonds and gold
building pretty buildings
polishing its glass and steal
 
leaving out in life–
what is real
 
we raise glasses to toast
we eat and drink
gossip in the roast
we turn to gluttony–
our bodies reveal its sincerity
in pictures...it shows
 
we turn the other cheek
off...we blow
saying
'it's the good life
we've earned its glow'

 
then we pass them
on the street
cough it up–
'they don't try
they let their dreams die
oh, poor them–
let the devil fry'

 
then return to our
fat-ingested life
of fancy buildings
dry-cleaned clothes
shiny diamonds and gold
drinking merrily
with friends in loads
laughing and gossiping
–as another dies
from the fry
 
it is those
who were crucified
by those ignorant lives
who doesn't just walk on by
–they give up their life
for those lost in the fry
for it’s the reason
why
Jesus†...on the cross
died
 
and as they struggle
in their own lives–
they help
the poor, the meek, the mild
they comfort those mourning
they tend the sick and lame
having to beg for money
pulling in their pride
asking...begging
from those who crucified
from those letting Jesus† die
over and over
in the tears shed
from the fry
 
the good heart
willing to do their part
as the ignorant
tears them a part
for they know
this is just a stop
the part filled with knots
on their way to God†
–in His† house
where lives
no more knots
no timings of clocks!
 
 
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‘Time Allotment’

Healing individual and nation byway of God’s tests!

 Time Allotment
 
there were so many‒
but not quite like the three
babylon, rome, egypt
 
babylon wiped from the map
rome...an enemy-insertion trap
as egypt turns
to left-over scrap
 
there were many other nations
tribes around the world
worshiping their gods
in a swirl
disappearing...gone
‒their gods' validation
 
God† over-shadows all others
they last quite a while
then smothered
God† doesn't interfere
doesn't even bother
‒leave them to the world's wonder
just how many gods
are under the thunder?
 
once mighty rulers
having gold and emeralds
hundreds of years‒
forcing slaves
to dry them tears
in each heart
placements of fear
thousands of years
controllers held dear
 
all before: Jesus† appeared
 
slowly, slowly rulers
of such magnitude...disappeared
 
are you blind...think so queer
that you can out smart‒
thousands of years!
 
just three: babylon, rome, egypt
oh my! thousands of years
they had reason‒
held their egos so dear
forcing love to the rear
live by hate, pride‒
the shield...instilling fear
 
but barely old enough
to even see rough!
built up pride and ego
not even three hundred years!
laugh, laugh, laugh
‒the emptying of the glass
chances were given
to help you last
‒you're just using it in sass
 
sweet, sweet land of milk and honey
days are coming less sunny
 
countries with more maturity
countries with much more history
fell to the feet
of the Mystery†
ancestors left
with no one to call majesty
‒take heed to that of sincerity
you're wasting a gift‒
too young...a baby
not even close to maturity
ego, pride, greed‒
wasted years in cruelty
falling to the hands
of evil in royalty!
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‘When You Are Sure!’

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!
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