Tag: Ezekiel

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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‘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

 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.

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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
 Yeshuah†...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!  

(October 14, 2019)—There was this girl with a good heart. She’d forgotten all the times that she was forsaken because God gave her that kind of heart. When He called her, she answered. Her heart grew heavy as her life became nothing as she continued to do for God. She felt unworthy of His call. She cried and suffered alone…begging Him to leave her alone. But then He reminded her why she was worthy:

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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: Yeshuah† 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!

(July 5, 2019)—I was led to Ezekiel again today. Political mess. Shootings again in America. Not schools or theaters this time…Wal-Marts! I ask: Why not Target, or the malls, or Walgreens, or any other branded store. Why Wal-Marts? Strange occurrences. The schools. Sure there were a few out-of-sort shootings trying to throw it off, but mostly schools. Then theaters. Random? Across the country. Even less than six minutes from my house! Then a concert…I’m thinking it was going to be the first of many, but then security took over. Stupid really…to target a place like Vegas…that shit spills all over the country. I went to several concerts after. Security is high! Now stores….

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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!

(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.

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