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!
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
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!
Anger: How changing this one emotion can change your entire life!
What Comes Out
she weighted the things she's said ‒those retaliating words she weighted 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 weighted 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 weighted 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
I found it in the mince of broken it was afraid and hidden an abundantly harvested token ‒over used and forsaken
I took it in without fear's notion ‒not even feeling a demotion I bathed in its scented potion rolled around in its storied creation
I overlooked‒ its wicked formation for I saw‒ a different translation ‒one that needed a believer's gratification one with a heart-filled formulation
I listened to its every beckon sometimes, in stages of drunken
all around...deemed it poison something to be shackled‒ in a far-away prison
I threw out‒ traditionalized opinions nothing stuck‒ rotten or forbidden its scent just heightened ‒nothing could be wrong or mistaken
I moved like lightening intentional burns‒ gone...forgotten ‒days passing slow, steadfast‒ good ridden! I drove it‒ to an endless vacation ‒whatever conviction out...came my eviction
I smiled as I saw its rising all my stops...fully opened pulling it out of hopeless‒ with my inner-most motivation ‒a darkened star had risen!
I fought everything in grand petition every inside concentration‒ I put aside rose to the occasion ‒with the fierceness of driven this hidden treasure overcoming every treason to become the lamination of a new generation!
reveal came its different ideas written all avenues taken‒ off records...stricken –beating all those defeating‒ overcoming...petitions a losing validation!
I lost to its mention ‒there...in its private station came to life‒ its own treasure hidden in all its careful motions‒ belts and strings forcefully tightened
I craved to be enlightened –nothing valued...given anything to elevate my vision halted in moments of frighten
I fought constant bent roads‒ tried to straighten tried to remember each lesson through all that glistened‒ it had its own secrets woven ‒knowledge in listen mixing up pointless decisions taking all the forgivens icing them‒ in the forever of frozen
yes, I found it in the mince of broken it was afraid and hidden an abundantly harvested token ‒over used and forsaken
but all the good of will‒ off...steadily shakened breathing‒ living a horrid token in anger's hidden conviction ‒all that's been stolen‒ on others its constant reliving
it found its way‒ in rebuilding using knowledge given slashing‒ all help's salutations keeping to itself‒ a stolen formulation ‒to avoid sharing‒ treasures hidden as I sit in lost wanderings– moments I took it out of forsaken