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‘Salt’

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.

Salt
 
it's all up-wind, ya know
all these words
you know you heard
but you're still‒
shuffling through dirt
not knowing‒
which way to flirt
just on anyone's coattail‒
you skirt
‒just getting by
telling lies
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‒
it jerks
‒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
 
through you‒
I went pass the sky
up into the universe
to God† the most high
He† made me see‒
of you…the seriousness
of why
 
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
 
I'm duty-bound
to the place that taught me
what it means
to be found
‒without having to first
drown

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 David has 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?’

This is the original frame. What is happening is behind me.
David said blow up the ray, and this was what was inside of it…see the energy?
This is what, through the energy of the ray, was being painted. It changes by second, even less than a second. If you can’t see the picture, you are blind and you need to focus on why your eyes are blind because there is so much to see when your eyes are opened!

(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!

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‘Not Much’

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.

 Not Much
  
 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

‘Spaces to Stay’

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

‘Equal Parts’

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!

Equal Parts
  
 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
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‘Share Grace—Repent’

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?

 Share Grace—Repent
  
 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!
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‘I Work For You’

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
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‘Channel’

Don’t change your independent self because of another person.

 Channel
  
 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!
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‘Love in Action’

Actions, in spite of resentment, still say LOVE

 Love in Action
  
 no matter the resentment
 it was given then taken
 actions of love
 still...not just a must
but a do
  
 it's all giving
without judgment
 helping without faking
 actions in love
 doing
without needing a clue
  
 it's helping another
without commitment
 being truthful
without manipulation
 actions in love
 doing
for words are not enough
  
 it's getting over
the resentment
 ‒those taking without
returning the give
 actions in love
 still...a beautiful mark
 on the heart
in the making
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‘What Comes Out’

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
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‘Hidden Treasure’

Discovering the hidden treasure in yourself!

 Hidden Treasure
  
 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!
  
 stop!....
  
 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
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