‘Living Life’s Wonders’ (Yeshuah)

‘Living Life’s Wonders’ (Yeshuah)…think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble births. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things―and the things that are not―to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before Him. It is because of Him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God―that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: ‘Let him who boasts boast in the Lord’ [Jeremiah 9:24].―1 Corinthians 1:26-31

Living Life's Wonders (Yeshuah)

have you ever wondered
what are life's wonders

it isn't buildings
or artifacts
it isn't found in tombs
of ancient worlds
or under the seas
or in mountains

it is I†, Yeshuah†
let Me† tell you the truth

it is in mercy
of a giving hand
it is in the apology
of a sorrowful heart

it is in the hand
of a child
their first walk
their first smile

it is in a wounded soldier's will
to not give up
despite all that he has seen

it is in the morning's 
first light
as it passes through
the trees

it is in the heart
of the wounded
scorned and shaking
picking up pieces
of a scattered life
and becoming whole again

it is in the suffering
their very will
to take the next step
to redemption

it is the asking
for salvation
from an unbeliever
who never had Me†
to ask to have Me†

it is a bowed head
seeking the light
through the peril
of darkness

the wonders of life
can be found
in a grown man's tears
even when he is taught
not to cry

it is looking pass
long handed-down traditions
and discovering truth
apart from the reality
being faced
with a solemn heart
and a weary mind
but opening up hands
and saying 'show me'

the wonders of life
aren't anything to do with
materialism

it is living through
phantom plagues
with open hearts
protecting each other
caring with mercy
instead of blame

it is watching someone
carry their cross
with dignity
and not with hatred
but with love

searching the ground
for relics
is a waste of time
history is always
staring you in the face

look around 'o careless ones
there are faces
every where you turn
there are hungry mouths
to feed
there are people
without homes
or proper clothing
there are sick and dying
imprisoned and fatherless

the wonders of life
is taking what you have
even time itself
and sharing with another
without resentment
without even cause

you never know
which one of these
will be Me†
and I† am
the most wondrous
of wonders
the one you can call home
or not
the one who looks
after you
or not

the one handing out
salvation
freely
if asked for with heart
and a soul
worthy of self itself

the wonders of life
are easy to find
and require no money
to find

Notes: The picture David picked is from October 8, 2019: Oil Spill Warning. It is simple but not. You decide if you are being shown anything, or something.

(November 20, 2022)—‘Living Life’s Wonders’ was given on the 17th. After receiving it, He led me to 1 Corinthians 1:1-3 through 1 Corinthians 2:6-13. Here He talks about the Spirit, which is the most valid wonder of them ALL!

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‘Indecent Wrappings’ (Yeshuah)

‘Indecent Wrappings’ (Yeshuah)…It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.—Galatians 4:21-5:1

Indecent Wrappings (Yeshuah)

do you know what it takes
to love directly
to help people without remorse
to dawn love without
needing anything in return

you must give to be given
you must give something
to get something
from the universe
for the universe is God†
as all things are
the creation in its magnificence

all matters hidden
are only disclosed when He†
decides you are ready

as when I† came
it was time
a slow and precise move
as all things of God†

it seems like it is sudden
but it only seems that way

God's† hand is not rash
nor is it accidental


it is I†, Yeshuah†
a product of His† hand

you praise the divine
but do you know
what you praise

you ask for God's† hand
but do you know what
you are asking for

Notes: The photograph David chose is from October 23, 2019: The Dragon and the All-Seeing Eye.

(July 11, 2022)―I received ‘Indecent Wrappings’ yesterday July 10th. Interesting because in September 2021, He gave ‘Indecent Dressings’ which was the second longest writing He sent. The first was ‘Aliens Are Not’ in February 2021.

Allegory of Sarah and HagarTell me, you who want to be  under the law, are you not aware of what the law says? For it is written that Abraham had two sons, one by the slave woman and the other by the free woman. His son by the slave woman was born in the ordinary way; but his son by the free woman was born as a result of a promise. These things may be taken figuratively, for the women represent two covenants. One covenant is from Mount Sinai and bears children who are to be slaves. This is Hagar. Now Hagar stands for Mount Sinai in Arabia and corresponds to the present city of Jerusalem, because she is in slavery with her children. But the Jerusalem that is above is free, and she is our mother. For it is written: ‘Be glad, O barren woman, who bears no children; break forth and cry aloud, you who have no labor pains; because more are the children of the desolate woman than of her who has a husband’ [Isaiah 54:1]. Now you, brothers, like Isaac, are children of promise. At that time the son born in the ordinary way persecuted the son born by the power of the Spirit. It is the same now. But what does the Scripture say? ‘Get rid of the slave woman and her son, for the slave woman’s son will never share in the inheritance with the free woman’s son’ [Genesis 21:10]. Therefore, brothers, we are not children of the slave woman, but of the free woman. It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.—Galatians  4:21-5:1

You can read all of the visions, dreams and words, as well as see all the images and see the time frame in which they were given by clicking on Message Index.

‘Sanctification Deferential’ (Jesus)

‘Sanctification Deferential’ ‘King Agrippa had a choice. He made the right choice. Festus was following the collection instead of the elective or elected,’ words of Jesus, my teacher.

 Sanctification Deferential (Jesus)
  
 persecution is of choice
 and this you have
 the free-will
 to make a choice
  
 this is Jesus†
 the first son
 of our Father†
 the one and only creator
  
 this free-will is given
 it is a small token
 of our Father's† love
  
 it is reasonable
 you can easily
 understand it
 it is sizeable, measureable
  
 each choice is based
 on this free-will
  
 free-will has options
  
 these options are where
 deciding factors come in
 from deep within
  
 do you adhere to faith
 in what you know is there
 but cannot see
  
 or
  
 do you adhere to just
 what you can see
 ignore this enormous pressure‒
 a pressure you cannot explain
 or fear to explain it
 ‒that comes from
 way deep inside
  
 as the head of you
 this pressure is Me†!
  
 you are given the free-will‒
 a gift from our Father†
 through His† grace
 the Holy Spirit†
 ‒to choose to follow
 this pressure
 or to follow
 the collection
  
 I† advise
 that you choose wisely
 many choices
 cannot be unchosen
 and the marks
 which result from these choices
 are forever 

Notes: The photographs with this writing are from February 9, 2020: Rough Waters…Millions Will Die. He’s trying to speak to you. It’s up to you to listen.

Not only did He put the anchor but also a big J. Follow the link above to see all the awesome things He reveals to us.

(May 24, 2021)―Upon editing the writing, I got 2:22…Jesus! A photograph of my classroom drawing, exactly as I saw it, follows the dream. I didn’t count the number of flowers the teacher had drawn on the vines, so what’s in the drawing is just estimation.

Classroom Dream: I was a teacher. It was the first day of class. I was busy getting the students desks. There were more students than desks. There were tiny desks, regular desks, but they seemed all old desks. There was one student sitting at the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom who was clowning a bit, but the students weren’t following him, they were all quiet. I moved him. He continued to clown so I lectured him. I had authority and they all knew it and were well behaved. I had these tall skinny barrows, so I moved one and put it in the row by the door for a dark-haired, dark-skinned boy to sit on. He did without complaint.

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‘There’s This Time’ (God)

The ONLY KICKER: Honest heart! You must possess it. You aren’t healed until you have it! Get to that child heart. You do possess it.

 There's This Time (God)
  
 there's this time
 time times time
 this taught together
 to take together
 this time taught
  
 to twine together
 time times time
 talk together twice
 thrice together talk
 truancy times twilight
  
 tangle two times two
 time times time
 the twine twisted
 together twisted twine
 twine times time
  
 there's this time
 time times time
 twiddling tangled twist
 to touch together
 twice times time 

(January 23, 2021)—I do not pick these photo frames anymore. David picks them out. This one is from October 2, 2019: Wave Warning. The elements in the frames are explained on the page. Nothing happens by chance. No matter what you think: Nothing Happens Without Reason!

On July 19, 2020 I received and posted the following message: ‘Wow to you O America!’ Declares the Lord, ‘You failed to govern, you failed to correct your young, you failed to hear My warnings. Woe to you, you will know that it is I. The ravage of My wrath has just begun. Like Tyre, you will know! Woe, to the peach, who I will take. Woe to you who say you know Me and do nothing to help heal. Your place is worse than that of the rapist. Woe to the young. Woe to you! This is the Alpha and the Omega! The beginning and the end. Woe to you who have angered Me! Woe to you! A sign will soon be given. You will know that I, the Lord Almighty, am speaking to My servant. Soon you will know a prophet walks among you!’

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‘Soulful Fight’

True love. When you’re willing do hard love to save another person…when you sacrifice your own self, your own heart, to force the heal, God sees. When you do that, you’ve done Jesus’ work…laying a foundation for His love to take over.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken on November 9th. The bride and groom. The sign of Jonah plays an important part in this image. Resurrection. Heal.

 Soulful Fight
 
I went after the leprosy
with everything I had–
in my raging diplomacy
 
as you crucified me
I forced my eyes in see
there was evil lurking–
in supremacy
it had you by the balls–
sucking you up
in turbulency
 
so I forced the trenchancy
put my own life–
in uneasy
fighting in urgency
in a faith-based vagrancy
using a ferocious vulgarity
mixed with heart-filled tranquility
 
it was a war in predominancy
a constant in persistency
with a Jesus†-driven prophecy
in scripture proficiency
 
I refused to give in–
to its juvenile delinquency
as it continued
its obvious redundancy
 
no...I had a certain resiliency
a God†-powered superiority
–a whole lot of
bayou-girl tenacity
 
I wavered all my
constitutionality
plus my respectability
–my inward-driven notability
 
yeah, I rebuked its notoriety
with a whole lot of animosity
a bit of flavored immaturity
–a bit of raging hostility
 
no matter the difficulty
I broke its embedded dynasty
 
all to save your soul
from a firing eternity!

‘What Says You’

I am woman and my faith is my Choice!

 What Says You
 
defiance in its true nature
reaches those too immature
to know the difference
‒a veiled struggling creature
avoiding words of the one
true teacher
 
over two thousand years ago
blood fell on hands‒
those in the know
as they began to sow
deceptions made
of silver and gold
dawning black hats and robes
ignoring what Jesus† came to show
choices of ignorance
they choose
‒God† released His† grasp
His† hold
 
time slips in its venture
here and there...new adventures
‒words remain
from the one and only teacher
He† will come
without another lecture
He† will come
in storms of weather
they'll be no guessing‒
go on being the hater, the abuser
you won't have to wonder
when it's time‒
you won't deny
the presence of the creator
 
so go on...go!
be the reason
for destruction...hold
be thoughtless and bold
He's† coming!
He's† coming
absent silver and gold
He's† coming to decide‒
who stays, who goes
who rises, who He† shall behold
 
152...a good number to consider
ignore...it doesn't matter
He's† never been the taker
‒a constant in giver
lessons, tests‒
giving all chances in reconsider
now His† patience is on the damper
time is over...in chatter
get on your knees‒
be the prayer
change your heart
to the honest giver
repent in matters of sinner
‒time in choose
is now on the ledger‒
no turning back‒
He's†  becoming the taker!
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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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‘Men of Songs’

Understanding depression and the veils by-way of Job!

 Men of Songs
 
I thrash out my complaints
I take the hurt, the blame
put it all on my shoulders‒
knowing
through all this rough terrain
not one showed sincerity
not one came
 
so I let tears fall
like rain
open my mouth
my worded train
feeling alone, empty
worthless...plain
wondering if I'm really insane
 
I cast out my stones to You†
‒Your† broken little dame
all these tasks
my life...so drained
not knowing the final aim
just take it all in‒
the arrows of false names
on invisible ropes...I hang
 
told...life is but a game
learn to play it...you win fame

 
You† and I know‒
that's not how it's framed
life isn't at all a game
You†...no one can tame
someone so righteous‒
You† easily cast in flames
and that person
will never be the same
 
when this heart
feels weak in faint
I look at all my I can'ts
I re-hear all those filthy names
know...none of them...I ain't
but I know‒
I'm such a tiny piece of grain
and the only fame
to be claimed
is that of Your† sweet, sweet name
 
I'm so, so tired
of being maimed
so tired of lonely's strain
what have I gained
on this hateful, lonely lane
 
I know it's part of Jesus'†
each and every vein
I'm so weary...feelings‒
my work done in vane
so, I call on you...Jesus†
please take all my complaints
straight to our Father†
‒pull me out
this agonizing drain
forgive all my trespasses
turn me over‒
to at least one heart
who feels the same
‒a bit of hunger
a bit of tame
to do works of good‒
in Your† sweet, sweet name
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‘Testing Will’

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!

 Testing Will
 
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
 
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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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