A March Abroad (God) time times of nine a house of great wealth soon to be Mine† across many lines I† will refuse the time I† have refused the time what looks to be blessed is actually cursed what looks to be cursed is actually blessed all coming into align with the given time a march across lines look for Me† there you'll find the truth of My† wrath in the writings of the prophet you'll find the sign of the given time I† am the Lord† the creator of all time the riddle maker the writer of time itself don't confuse man with Me† don't confuse wealth with blessings wealth is not a blessing but wrath the ultimate failure of man if you look at wealth and see Me† you don't know Me† I† am not part of you your idols will be your destruction your tempest without Me† you have no line no surety of time destruction will capture your lands destroy your palaces obliviate your luxury I† own time I† fortify time I† put Myself† in charge of time the sole heir of its very nature awaken 'o wondrous hooves bite the bit feel the reigns I† am putting on you a warrior's stance will march against evil times be well servant of Mine† I† filled you up with poison then forced the air out after cramping your stomach after having you eat the whole pie not part but all all the sweetness seemed pleasant didn't it? then the pain came revealing what luxury is pain, uncomfortableness this is the times that surround you luxury bent over in pain I† see all there are no mistakes the choices were made they were the wrong choices all their luxury through all the nations squeeze the life out of the people the innocent the poor live in earth's dirt as luxury squeezes the life from them those enabling the squeeze will be brought to their knees I† am not the God† of wealth wealth is an instrument every cycle it abides by the world the sinful nature of man every time it takes over only this time it put earth in an imbalance of time I† will change earth I† will lower mountains and raise mountains I† will lower seas and raise them I† will split lands and join them all the wealth will have no place to go for they pillage My† people they took what wasn't theirs to take they created the hungry the sick, the imprisoned as I† put poison in My† prophet's belly filling her up bloating her belly so has the wealthy of the nations they put poison into My† people leaving them bloated in anger and hate suffrage their bloatness will explode as the gas passed through My† prophet's belly loud explosions will come from inside My† people but I† will cleanse them as I† will cleanse My† prophet's body of poison I† will resurrect them for the poor and suffering gain My† favor for the honest and gentle gain the Lord's† heart I† will encircle them with protection I† will give them strength when My† wrath passes through their towns villages and cities I† will spare their goodness so it can spread throughout the lands rise 'o wayward souls I† am here I† will protect you from My† own wrath seek the one I† sent grasp at His† feet leave behind your idols throw away your wealth seek what can't be burned and I† will reward you with My† kingdom but do not spare gentleness and love pave the streets with it in every nation bring your humbleness to the light let it be known I† am the Lord Almighty God† I† revel humbleness over all wealth wealth is a matter of the world humbleness is the proper course to My† kingdom the riches of true wealth
Notes: The photograph David chose is from October 23, 2019: The Dragon and the All-Seeing Eye.
(November 27, 2022)―What I’m about to write I was asked to write. The events happened on the 25th and after receiving this writing, I can only compare it to 2020 when my rectal wall was torn after God repeatedly asked me to write deep, meaning how He is in charge of all, the good and the bad. I had a hard time with this, but after tearing my rectal wall, I understood. After I finally got down what He wanted, He fixed the tear. It was supposed to take six weeks. He fixed it in three days.
I had some errands to do on the 25th and after the errands, I needed to fill my Jeep up with gas, so I pulled in at the store near my apartment. After I filled my Jeep, I was told to go get a pumpkin pie and whipped cream. At first, I was a bit jubilant because I’ve been on a diet for most of this year and I have lost a good bit of weight so I felt this was a good reward.
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