He will not let you continue to parade your bull on His sons and daughters. He will take revenge. Why? Because He’s a very jealous God.
it's all up-wind, ya know
all these words
you know you heard
but you're still‒
shuffling through dirt
which way to flirt
just on anyone's coattail‒
‒just getting by
offering made-up alibis
hoping it'll all fly
‒so with them
you can lie
I just sit here
throw up a yawn
maybe a fart or burp
‒up that ally
I can't even surf
on too many shoulders‒
‒leaving me ask myself:
'what exactly am I worth?'
yhea, I just pass on
a little sigh
‒with telling the truth
I'm not at all shy
I went pass the sky
up into the universe
to God† the most high
He† made me see‒
of you…the seriousness
so go on now
this second half of life‒
to the Lord† I bow
no longer do I need‒
little boys to give me a wow
to the place that taught me
what it means
to be found
‒without having to first
Note: This set of frames was taken on November 9, 2019: Certainty of Visions. There are so many things right before our eyes that we refuse to see. In this particular frame, God is revealing something massive! In the ray, which Davidhas pointed out over and over, God uses the the energy to draw, paint. And I was overwhelmed this day by what David was showing me. Are you going to deny that the art ISN’T there? Why do you keep lying to yourself? God is the ultimate creator. This isn’t make-believe. Of all the things He reveals in the pictures, you deny them. So, He pointed out this particular day these paintings to you. And He ask, ‘Are you still blind?’
(October 3)―My registration on my car expired and I can’t renew it until I get a smog test done, so I went today to get one. Funny thing. I failed, or rather, it is incomplete! Strange how that sounds. My battery finally gave out. I got a new one this pass week. Well, these new model cars, mine’s a 2012, need to recompute! Isn’t that something! I have to go drive my car around about 40 miles for it to complete its recompute! Then I can get my smog ‘pass‘ so I can renew my registration.
‘Salt‘ was written before this happened. God thought I needed to learn a little more. Then He reopened me to the following Scriptures. Matthew 18:15-17 to be particular about it! I often scold myself for calling people out on their BS. I don’t do that to be mean. Way, waaaayyyy…far from that! I do it for them to repent, to make them see their errors and fix them. I forgive them. I always do. The turn side: They don’t forgive me and they further bury themselves in their debts to the Lord. And the Lord says to me: They need to recompute…have a rebirth in Me as you have. Give them time and you will see!
To love…you make that choice. It’s not changing your mind. To truly love, you can’t change your mind because it is not with your mind that you love: It’s with your heart.
Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken November 9th. The image of the double Orbs in the bubble, which appears many times since September 27th, stands for love…a two that becomes a one in harmony because of pure hearts truly loving each other and forgiving each other for each’s short-comings. The purple light coming from the bottom and shining on the Orbs stands for Jesus’ love. You can’t be truly in love without Him guiding you. He IS love.
it doesn't take much to love me –your enchanting laugh sharing everything inside (outside is too surface) it's that place...way down deep where I know you– and you know me –the deepest of secrets– we keep between God†, you and me –and no one else gets to see
it doesn't take much to love me in my arms...you're free to weep while letting me hold you– without having to be neat letting go...a time in baby knowing I don't think you're weak but courageous and strong– for letting it all out...seep
it doesn't take much to love me it's having our song– you holding me gently never embarrassed– to dance with me
it's touching my body desiring to hold me –whatever my shape...wanting giving me that security that it's my heart– that sets you free –not sexy or beauty
it's building me up in strength– gestures and words in tiny just because you are happy –to be in my company
no, it's not much to set me free putting me on a course– you...wanting– not needing...wanting to please in a world so hectic– slowing it down in ease –giving you back...all of it what you gave to me
Believing in love is hard after being let down. Sometimes, we just have to throw our hands up and trust in God’s plan. Those who don’t see God’s plan: they just keep going round and round. Trust in that Jesus Love. He’ll come through when He knows we are ready.
Spaces to Stay
I wanted to think you cared I wanted to believe I was more than a barbie doll to stare I wanted to be in arms somewhere...anywhere just to feel accepted –not just in skin...bare
I was wrong
a constant staring in air playing dress up– fixing my hair without a soul to care
just once...wanting to be more than just a dare to not dawn sex to wear –just being there believing...I'm finally free of the tear leaving behind every frightful scare that I'd be left for another in bare
I was wrong
the weakest link– everywhere the spear always wanting to be somewhere –in a different anywhere
in blank spaces I stare voiding empty glares all those running to somewhere spreading themselves anywhere –getting no wheres
God is waiting on you and you are taking too long to respond. He’s given you adequate proof that what is sent through me is from Him. Time is ticking. The button has been pushed. It’s up to you to decipher what He has sent thus far. He already knows that your faith is weak. He already knows how many people will die. Will you be one of them? You have a chance to change that number…more or less?
NOTE: Every word here is God’s message, not mine. I was to include how I feel and background information. Every link added here was by request from David to ensure that you KNOW that this is important. I’m also repeating myself again…this is very important. What I REPEAT, HE WANTS you to really know!
you are not better than me I am not better than you together we are sinners set in small parts ‒equal before the Lord†
we are given chances‒ jump over...under fences then judged by agendas ‒not circumstances
will we abandon others' needs or give until we bleed will we warn for safety‒ protecting others ‒even for precaution's sake or will we forsake know but not tell for fear of society's yell ‒that would sink us to hell
our judgment comes on merits not what we say ‒but what we do
how will we respond‒ will we see and hear in love or will we judge‒ through hatred, lies and fear
are we willing to risk ‒go against society's twist show our faith in Jesus† even as they attack us‒ condemn, crucify us
can we live as we speak ‒putting God† and Jesus† on social media walls‒ can we truly live the call ‒not be afraid to fall
you are not better than me I am not better than you together we are sinners set in small parts ‒equal before the Lord†
living our lives in parts makes it all‒ not hard for we are part of the Lord†‒ actions of the heart ‒instead of through hate, lies and fear‒ we live in sincere ‒without anyone to sheer
To repent and forgive ourselves and others is really hard, but a must and it takes courage and a warrior heart. Do you have it?
it's all in how you run your race leaving behind God's† grace for the better of mankind‒ changing their backward's trace relocating their hidden face to the onward‒ Jesus†-inspiring base
it's how you let the pace ‒what you put on your plate then‒ what others add‒ for taste ‒it's up to you in good faith choosing what to debate recognize evil's bait what's merely for the vase what's meant as a trait what's inward‒ to lace ‒adding up to hate
be careful not to move‒ with such haste it could all add up to common waste
if you veered from straight let evil drown you in mace‒ it's not too late ‒change that fate
Jesus† is ready‒ to hear your case ‒you are never a mistake you just carried‒ on your shoulders on your back‒ a bit of heavy weight
stop putting off‒ stop the wait ‒evil likes to place on you‒ an unsteady rate its lying trying to debase ‒deep inside you are a Jesus† mate
it doesn't matter‒ what...at all you ate ‒dig in...regain your faith
‒you'll find deep in your heart and mind‒ combined a bright, shiny ace as you lose pride and ego‒ move into a repenting state ‒willing in semi-sedate of your way in meditate
opening doors for Jesus'† way ‒forgiveness of self for your grand entrance‒ in God's† heavenly gate!
You are worth every bit of struggle. It is up to you to take those struggles and help others with theirs. That’s the meaning of being the body and Jesus† being the head. He† is with you. Never forget that!
Undo What's Done
you are His† son a tiny dot of sun‒ that can wage wars beneath the stars from so close yet so far
I feel it all‒ deep inside ‒you have what it takes undo what's done ‒show the world your sum
you are His† son larger than life cut by a knife bleeding deep‒ from the inside ‒throw it, throw it far from your outside grow outward‒ don't hide
prove to Him† you are more‒ than just a son ‒you are a light shining from a darkened sun
Forgiveness. It is not just about forgiving in general, it’s about all the little parts that go along with hurt…anger, resentfulness. It’s setting ego and pride aside. It’s not bowing down. It’s living up to God’s standards. It’s what truth is all about.
Erase Anger's Mark
to fix the heart erase...has to go– anger's mark –leaving not one trace of remorse
so how to start cleansing this heart to forgive all debts forgive being brought to death by another's empty head
completely put love in every place when their name is but a trace– on any person's tongue –not one word, or thought in any formed base –can hate lace
how to remove this force– that keeps wanting to have its course
how to convert it to love –remove the resentment glove –to completely wipe anger away
I ask for this answer –this tiny little favor if I'm to be a teacher –a hurt healer please tell, my Lord† my own heart– how do I wipe it off– those who broke it those who never said sorry or gave reason for it– –how do I cleanse it so I can teach it
Keep pushing through. The gifts waiting are far more than you ever dreamed. Cry, scream, slam your fist into walls…know it will be okay. Your life is just beginning.—kel
I Work For You
I'm here struggling, too run, jump...come through my energy I pass to you in flight I visit you my love I give to you helping you get through
I work for you say prayers in twos we said our adieus not in words of true but in faces of blue as pride and ego forced the cue –what's already written in the book of truth
I know you see it, too you feel my energy– in heart, get through leaving you in tads of confuse run, jump...come through –it's the spirit of soothe passing it all to you
look to the morning doves‒ as on the ground lies the dew no need to kneel in a pew just look up‒ they are watching you even hearing what you're thinking, too
I work for you in a manifestation clue run, jump...come through it'll be okay whatever you're going through keep going‒ the time line...right on cue I'll be waiting for you through all your doubt‒ through all the emotions that swarm you‒ give it to the words do God's† waiting on you urgency in time's review as I lay working for you knowing you'll get through ‒forgiven will be all your past dues
Testimony: One of God’s messengers. Saying YES to the Big Man Upstairs…no matter what! My 4-year journey for love, no matter the consequences!
He† knows me deep within He† knows I'd give in then...feel the guilt of sin
He† held me within this evil den all along– as I felt alone and abandoned as I cried and cried struggling, fighting –evil's bid to win
four years in this brethren a feel of insanity's hymn negative thoughts...pounding smothered in foreign emotions evil aware of the reason –knowing the purpose of my season
sometimes losing it without praying lost in extreme's commotion at me...came every explanation learning my self in its manipulation
evil tried to win it tried everything digging its teeth within
my angels were fighting holding me in their wings 'til I was in delivering –my will weakening...strengthening a day-to-day variation –wanting it all to end
this sixth sense gave its warning the stay kept on coming along with each secretive manifestation in hiding as anxiety and panic kept attacking
my self-esteem furiously stripping burying me in ignoring playing in my sexuality– what was left of its intention through emotional baiting fight's annihilation this dizzying world kept me sinking 'til my hands living in jittering my eyes...blurring, drying my hair in constant falling my weight in agonizing gaining my chest in heavy palpitations my body lost in fatigue's aggravation my mind fighting negative horrid inventions my mouth became acid's salutation from yelling, screaming foul annotations to a vicious appeal in chanting
I held on tight to the calling knowing...soon...it was ending pleading and begging praying and sleeping dreaming and imagining –holding on to the coming glorification
packing and moving God's† quick verification to do it even through questioning, doubting –it all wasn't fabrication or some childish exaggeration but a purposeful delivering intention –a message coming through.... fighting evil's blocking mechanism for a soul in saving me: a favor in returning as God's† hardened instrumentation
I took it in breaking codependency's formulation –holding on tight to God's† coming verification all... leading to enlightening, awakening a coming out spiritual connection
Don’t change your independent self because of another person.
a bird flies when its free it stagnates in captivity its colors blossom in variety fading in ambiguity ‒plucking them out in atrocity
in nature...the act in free‒ all the same in its facility a trapping technicality ‒being free has its complexity
as a woman in her diplomacy giving true to her effeminacy when treated with significancy
when she's satisfied in her sexuality she falls into compliancy even in another's complacency giving up her self-sufficiency even her style in flossy being, at first blissful in buoyancy
as it goes...comes the decadency becoming aware of the deficiency –a broken down fallacy as she meets each exigency
outward...comes her adamancy as gone goes her sexy –an inward building pudency her usual controlled diplomacy loses its bearing to rampancy
as goes the controlling austerity saving-money hostility ‒slowly caving in her impetuosity
attention...gone its notoriety even her newly shaped nudity once praised with delicacy gone...with looks words in vulgarity stripping all her sexy naughty –leaving vagueness in commonality
lack of interest opens a familiarity once ignoring so much secrecy once ignoring the mendacity pulling forward all its perfidy as gone...all her sensuality understanding its diverted generosity she becomes lost in recalcitrancy –the precious kitty lost to lunacy
all for giving her free to submissive captivity for the awakening of her sexuality!