‘Party Line’

When you say you’re true to your word and in your heart, you are lying. God knows that B.S.!

Party Line
 
I openly say
all that I hear
I don't hold back
for He's† scolded me‒
for appeasing His† words
‒it's Him† that I fear
 
He† says I'm to deliver
for the glory of God†
I have seen‒
as well as felt
a small portion
of His† wrath
‒I don't need another
answer
 
if I don't speak
if I don't write
your sins fall upon me
I rather God's† glory
than your scrutiny
 
so here goes another try:
 
in my head
I see many more to die
deception on a rise
the holy three‒
slowly move into hide
but...first‒
a wake in divide
 
prophesy of false gods
after a quaking ride
four shifts‒
an equally timed slide
left to right
oh my! how they'll lie
 
all will feel
not daylight but night
a darkened weight
of uncontrollable cries
 
it's not governments
but God†
be careful what you say
He's† listening‒
on every side
‒guard your hearts
His† test...on high
 
it all began in the eighth
a two and a five
'the button's been pushed'
enjoy the ride
since you refuse to abide
'heal...come out alive'
 
this isn't a jive
God's† time...not ours
His† plans set to motion
‒He† does not lie
 
you are receiving
what the Boss† says
‒an open party line
it's up to you
read the words
I had to write
 
He's† consumed
all of my time
telling you what to do
‒His† unconditional love
right on time
 
all you can do:
ignore...say I lie
 
it's just a matter of time
watch, watch, watch
shake, shake, shake
 
He† closed you in
He† drew all the lines
for your time
forced...times nine
 
heal, heal, heal
seek His† Son†
close your eyes
your life is on the line
in all the words
He† had me write
telling you the time
 
now open your eyes
welcome to the party line!
 

(March 26)―I delivered a message last night, yet another direct message. I was told in September to contact this person, I didn’t want to. Then I was sent a dream. Forcing the issue. This time I have no idea what is in the heart, just Jesus thought of this person enough to intervene. Yeah, right! Today, pretty much called a liar again. All because people think going to the Catholic church and saying the rosary will save their lives. How misled you are!

So I sit down to write. Jesus knowing how I felt…the following Scripture. Jeremiah called a liar! Of course he was. If you don’t know God, why go to church…what are you seeking? You clearly believe man-made religion! When the spiritual world intervenes byway of another person, that person putting everything on the line to get the message to you, you don’t call them a liar, you don’t call up their kids and tell them lies, you don’t call them a witch, you don’t crucify them because you can’t admit your own heart!

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Four Discs Dream

“…I will make your forehead like the hardest stone, harder than flint. Do not be afraid of them or terrified by them, though they are a rebellious house…” Ezekiel 3:4-11

It is 4:44 on march 22, 2020! It is Sunday. I was typing up Ezekiel when I was told to record the dream that I had early this morning before I lose the details.

The Dream: There was a hallway. It was long but interesting. It looked to be in a fancy home or office building. The wood was like dark cherry and dark oak stain. I remember seeing one door entrance to my left and a few to my right. The door entrances were surrounded by very detailed molding. The top of each had an arch to the molding. There were lines down this hall way, and shapes on the floor and walls although I don’t remember them. I just know they were there. There was nothing bright. It was all dark colors. It was exquisite and had my full attention. I chose not to go down this hall. To my left was another hall exactly like the first. I picked this one and began walking in it, but I stopped right inside the hallway because I saw spider webs.

Taken March 1, all I saw were rainbows in the clouds…it was an angel.
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‘Historical Mockery’

“…The earth is defiled by its people; they have disobeyed the laws, violated the statues and broken the everlasting covenant…” -Isaiah 24:1-23

 Historical Mockery
 
I stand...watch
a blended time
tic-toc, tic-toc
on goes the clock
right, left, right, left
as all the earth will rock
 
I sit...hear from the top
their politics‒
as the clown went flop
so now a virus tries to chop
all eyes away
from the capturing sway
 
the heels of gog
already consuming the fog
run, hide little frog
you sat there like a log
tail between legs‒
shameful little dog
 
rock, rock, rock
tic-toc, tic-toc
the button's been pushed
told by the words of God†
 
laugh, play in your sexual immorality
drink, be jolly
it won't halt
the coming somersault
 
sway, sway, sway
splash, splash, splash
 
a timings of the clock
alls right on time
you don't hear
lost in deceptional minds
the broken vine
refusing to read the rhymes
all the important signs
 
be well, be well
the call came
the call went
messages sent
messages ignored
you've become the whore
the keys rest
in the hands of the Lord†
 
not, not, not
stop, stop, stop
too late, too late
the riddles from God†
to stop them
‒think not
 
you pray and betray
what's up, what's down
you'd rather play
instead of heal
this here...the deal
all's for real
 
rock, rock, rock
the timings of the clock
you didn't listen to reason
now it's out of season
so how about
something loud
from way beyond the clouds

Note: The photograph was taken March 2, 2020. I haven’t put up the whole set yet, but it was quite amazing once I realized what was being shown to me. You can’t deny what’s in that picture. I didn’t see that image with my naked eye. What I saw was these beautiful cloud formations with rainbow colors at the bottom of them. I’m sure they were ice crystals because the temperature was getting chilling and it rained that night. What came out in the photographs was a different story!

(March 2)―This not the first time I write about Isaiah’s vision of the last days. ‘The Sending of Lies’ was the first time. The same things are pointed out this time. But the words in ‘Historical Mockery’ are different with a whole different meaning then ‘The Sending of Lies.’

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‘Mocker’s Beat’

From the simplest of person to the biggest of corporations or non-profit corporations, lies are a dime a dozen. Job’s story is a symbol of how God works. He does not change.

 Mocker's Beat
 
the counsel of hypocrites
will never be it
they will smother
the best of it
 
to no wrongs‒
do they admit
they'll speak of Jesus†
say God† is guiding it
while bedding that and this
while lying...
taking no credit
‒for the wrong of it
 
they'll say all is good‒
enjoy it
they'll say God† saved it
when they were...actually‒
the poison of it
 
they'll say all that material bliss
God† gave it
they'll demand it!
‒they'll say you're a witch
a down-right bitch‒
when you don't give in
to their shit
 
it all adds up‒
to the job of it
those not truly in it
don't know the half of it
 
they're blinded‒
to the God† of it
‒for He† does the blinding
they're deaf‒
to the God† of it
‒for He† blocks out
their hearing
 
why does He† do it
‒they aren't His† kids
He† washes
His† hands of it
He's† not present‒
in the death of it
‒not even the Spirit†
sees any of it
 
He's† all about His† kids
those who know‒
the truth of it
they suffered for it
‒by the hands
of the mockers of it
 
He's† not in the materialistic
that's satan's dish
‒have fun with it
it's the prelude
to the pit

(February 10, 2020)—A few things have been bothering me lately. The healing of a narcissist is one of them, and the terror in which a narcissist puts on their victims. Their cunningness. Their manipulative ways. Their stealing, lying, cheating. All of it has me really thinking how can they be healed when they refuse to even admit they are not healed, and because of this line of thought, God shows me a lot in the Bible that relate to this. This morning it was through Job. I love Job! I wrote the process of God through the experience as it happened and in steps, that’s the books. Job wrote about it as an all-at-once experience and sometimes this does happen, but a lot of time it’s a losing of things over a period of time.

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‘Enclosed We Go!’

This isn’t a joke. I didn’t elect to spend all my free time writing all of this just for the sake of doing it to piss you off. God told me to write all of this. Did you hear that? He TOLD me!

 Enclosed We Go!
 
His† wrath is coming‒
‒a sending of bull dogs
with their spike-filled teeth
growling at the innocent
‒playfulness...they seek
in indecent
inviting willing men
hand in hand‒
their spears
their only needed weapon
‒confusing minds
controlling every line
 
His† wrath is coming‒
His† words will disappear
He'll† hide Himself† totally
–from every hemisphere
 
you'll search
but you won't find
unless you're one‒
in the divine
 
then you will see
parts of Him†
here and there
leaving you hungry
and thirsty‒
begging around every turn
'where is He†?
I need to know!'

 
His† words‒
will become your lust
His† words‒
will become your greed
His† words‒
will become your lies
His† words‒
will become your darkness
 
‒all the things you so love
better than He†
all that evil‒
you will trade it all
–just for one look!
just for one tiny glimpse!
 
how precious‒
He† will become!
 
after, He† closes
Himself† out
‒leaves earth in destruction
after He† hides
He† will become‒
ALL that you seek!
 

Note: The photograph that accompany’s this piece was taken on November 9, 2019, when God sent the Avenging Angel. He uses the light on my camera to show the coming night, night, and the coming dawn. He does this numerous times in the photographs on God’s Mercy. As His Seer, I’m instructed on what the changes in light mean in the photographs. God does not lie…and it IS God whom I’m speaking to!

(January 23, 2020)―I was led to Amos for the second time this week. There was something that the Lord wanted me see and I did finally. I had to include the entire Scripture concerning what Amos saw and heard so you’ll see how God reveals things through His prophets. But before…I have to release a little whoop-ass per say.

‘Wrecked Moments’ has brought out the judgment again. I can’t challenge this judgment or debate it. God and Jesus have already told me that you can’t debate truth. The truth IS and that is final! So, I won’t debate, but I will forewarn you, God always…ALWAYSSEES everything that you do. There are two types of responses: Your thoughts and your acting upon those thoughts. Meaning you respond to your thoughts, thoughts that you are not really sure of, thoughts you think out of ignorance by action, by doing…so, if you respond by commenting on my pages, I’d be careful that you don’t blasphemy the Lord. If you need to understand what blasphemy is, then read ‘Tests of Worth’…God gives us a really good example of it. Here’s one sure thing: I write for God. I hear the spiritual world that is His kingdom. When you question you don’t know who I am talking to, you are questioning God. God is ALL. He is in charge of everything! You need to fully understand this.

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‘Oh! Sorrowful Heart!’

‘…the whole land will be laid waste because there is no one who cares…’―Jeremiah 12:5-7

 Oh! Sorrowful Heart!
 
I felt a fragment
of His† heart
–barely a fragment
the sorrow buried deep–
I can't even start
 
He† looks east
He† looks west
–there is no one
I beg for Him†–
'look some more'
He† says:
'it's no use
they are too proud
even with the given tools
they conceal‒
what they're told
–they fear the crowd'

 
He† bows His† head
–shows me all those dead
He† wishes they'd understand
to whom they are wed
 
but they refuse to listen
as did their forefathers
–the law of love
they easily shed
so their egos‒
can get fed
 
as to me–
each time He† speaks
more silver...in sneaks
of more and more truth‒
wisdom....
He† gives me a peek
–clearly...the why
I see
‒then not–
all lost at sea
 
'do your part'
He† tells me
'it'll be okay'
He† reassures me
 
but my heart
feels the sorrow
time can no longer–
be borrowed
the harvest...soon–
to be sorted
the good from the bad
what will live
what will be burned
 
the judgment is spewing
a peach that won't survive
yet the target will die
before he finishes the job
 
a people up in roar
no longer able to soar
 
all across the earth
sticks and bricks–
equal the same
a spilled sorrowful heart
plants itself in every town
plants itself–
against every nation
 
oh! sorrowful, mourning heart
taking the children–
for its own
for it found no home
‒all sacred, holy love
disappeared‒
in trye's blood-soaked flood
 
'prophesy against them'
says the almighty Lord†
–all I want to do is pray
He† says:
'it's too late‒
they live in sedate'

 
so I cry–
I feel His† sorrowful heart
a tiny, tiny piece of it
He† bows His† head
as I close my eyes
see...all those dead
all those who forgot
to whom–
they were wed
 

Note: The photograph that accompany’s this work was taken November 9, 2019, Certainty of Visions. It may seem a random shot of my hair, but it isn’t. The V was put there and not by me. It symbolizes Vengeance. To further state His, that would be God, message, on November 11, 2019, He sent us the Avenging Angel, which He not only points out with the green Orb but also by putting an arrow in the sky to be sure that I see it and point it out to you. This isn’t a joke. This is as real as it gets. People from all around the world will start getting messages. Pay attention.

As always, the bold italic in the work is the words of God. He directed me to Jeremiah last night and the line that He wanted me to see: ‘because there is no one who cares’. You think He isn’t here for some reason. You think He isn’t paying attention. He is always paying attention.

‘The Sending of Lies’

‘…The new wine dries up and the vine withers; all the merrymakers groan. The gaiety of the tambourines is stilled, the noise of the revelers has stopped, the joyful harp is silent….’―Isaiah 24:1-23

 The Sending of Lies
 
God's† mercy is upon thee–
when asked
for a place to be
with a good-weighing heart
–absent of deception and deceit
 
pray that you see
all the angels sent
see to it...their time
is well spent
 
God† works–
in ways mysteriously
in the smallest set
of flowers seen
to the destruction
of your security
He'll† raise you up
to free
or bring you down
to your knees
 
the heart...a scaled commodity
God† praises its divinity
but first–
He's† going to hand you over
to the enemy
–this...is life's certainty
 
there are a few things
He† needs to see
it's the process of He†
–seeing....
'are you worth the light
of eternity'

 
so He† takes away
the moon, the sun, the stars
darkness becomes–
your reality
–destruction changes
your me
in mind and heart–
you struggle in fighting
–depending on His† variety
which cross is your certainty
 
there...down there....
comes in the enemy
setting your heart to stone
confusing your mind–
everything seems wrong
–fighting your every bit
of strong
 
it'll offer you some peace
it'll tell you to ease
–you...it's sent to burn
push you to the limits
–see what decisions
you'll enlighten
in firm
 
for years and years–
it'll stick around
tearing you down
piece by piece
it'll bring in–
hurt, anger...even disease
leaving behind
the final key
in destroying you
with ease
 
shame
 
its ultimate end game
–what's left behind
the struggle
of crossing the line
 
God† is watching: patiently
–the ask from a good heart
sets the good vine apart
 
'what will you do'
 
as one by one–
His† angels appear
a ragged-out homeless chum
a raging woman
pushing you to dumb
 
the looking glass–
staring back at you
the enemy enjoys its play
it'll pull you further in
welcoming you–
in its den
it'll send false friends
put you into win
–it'll build your pride and ego
 
'those angels have to go
this isn't...that kind of show'

 
oh! no, no, no!
 
your heart still confused
–back around you go
the same show–
again and again
as you keep on seeing
every angel sent to you
–forcing the enemy
to drool
 
'run..they're the fiends
hide within
shh...I'll bring you to win
–all the world's possessions
I'll bring on in'

 
God† continues on watching
tapping His† toes
waiting
sometimes...shaking His† head
 
'oh my! back around again!'
 
He† hears you beg and plead
He† sees your heart bleed
 
'oh that vine...so diseased'
 
but...He† waits patiently
for your heart–
to finally heed
–knowing the worse
could very well
lead you to the hearse
 
the ultimate end game
shame
the hardest part to heal
God† very well–
knows the deal
–shame carries
the strongest seal
–it's the humble
that awaits
after the stumble–
the over and over rumble
–for shame:
destroys, steals, and kills
 
it is the ultimate real
that which breaks
a man's strongest will

Note: The photograph that accompanies this piece was taken on October 23rd when God sent the first dragon and the All-Seeing Eye.

(December 30, 2019)—Shame: Again the poem came first this morning. This is really odd for me, especially since the Scripture usually inspires the poem. Instead the poem is coming, then I’m led to the Scripture that backs it!

Shame. This is the latest topic that has been a chief instrument in the writings. You can’t heal unless you deal with shame. That emotion that has you in chains, that which binds you. You can’t testify that you are not ashamed if your actions and words say it all. And I’m talking to the ones who need to hear this. Oh, it won’t be right now. No. The time is coming when you will NEED to hear this and just anyone won’t do. God will send you here…His words will be waiting.

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‘Careful Watch’

‘…judgment and justice have taken hold of you. Be careful that no one entices you by riches; do not let a large bribe turn you aside. …’Job 36:16-21

 Careful Watch
 
He's† taken the chalice of my womb
sent it away
He's† taken the depths of my knowledge
stripped it and remade
He's† taken the love in my heart
succumbed it to death
‒strangled it in plea
forced me into bleed
 
He's† forced me to see man
the depths of his heart
from the agonizing of sin
as he pillaged my soul
to see breaks of beauty within
 
He's† taken my pride
emptied its glass
He's† smashed my vanity
revealed how beauty doesn't last
 
He's† placed His† hands on me
holding me down deep
'til all anger seeped
‒as on my bed...I selfishly wept
He's† forced me to see
depths of insecurity
every seam of my body
‒forcing me to look at it
in sincerity
 
He† strangled my throat
stripped me of my prideful-laden coat
He† put strips of silver in my hair
lowered my cheeks
‒keeping me from smiles
as I laid down to weep
 
He† sent rivers to my eyes
He† laced me with horrible scenes
‒revealing man's discrepancies
truth in what he denies
‒right before his very eyes
 
He† brought pain to my heart
as I listened to man's lies
‒lessons from He†
forcing me to see‒
the depths...inside of me
 
like the thunder in the night
He† forced me into fight
turning me inside out
struggling through a blind man's sight
 
He† waged His† war on me
taking me from a marsh, soggy land
to a desert's broken sea
He† swarmed me with locust
He† opened up the lion's den
devouring me down to bones
covered in a blanket of skin‒
not seeming my own
‒lost and unsure
of where I belong
 
He† singled me out
forcing me to see man's empty clout
He† filled me again with knowledge
put a strong whip in my hand
slashing a worded belt
pulling empty judgment
from man's mouth
 
He† forced my body in paradise
striping this mind
with His† roll of the dice
‒using my voided, naked body
as an eagle grips a helpless bunny
He† took my heart and mind
drawing out evil in kind
‒as I crossed every line
 
―†―†―
 
His† power is beyond
anything known to mankind
He† can force us to see
what He† wants us to see
He† can force us to hear
what He† wants us to hear
‒nothing is beyond His† reach
it all happens‒
for Him to teach
 
man thinks he understands
man thinks he's reached
the depths of God†
man throws:
'listen, we can teach you'
'listen, let us correct you'
but man is wrong
God† controls every song
His† whispers are louder
than the lowest of sounds
His† eyes pierce the thickest of walls
 
man can not teach
where God† instructs
His† knowledge out weighs
any man's scale
His† abilities are beyond
any notion of achievement
 
He† can bring you pleasure
endless treasures
then in a swipe of His† hand
destroy with a swift puff
of the sand
 
who can dispute
who can say they understand
 
who buries themselves in science
thinking they are in control
of their conscience
who can perform surgery
thinking they are in control‒
their knowledge is their own mastery
 
who can build their wealth
thinking they rule their money
thinking they outsmarted
the one and only Creator†
 
who bows down to statues‒
man's endless idols
thinking praying to them
will grant their request
thinking God† doesn't see
their devotion to idolatry
 
who controls industry
thinking they themselves
came up with the designs
came up with the formulas
came up with the ideas
who writes a book
who sings a song
who acts in a play
who plays an instrument
who dances a dance
who paints a picture
who mothers a child
who marries a wife
who does any type of art
‒any type of skill
thinking they rule their nest
thinking they are excellence
‒above all the rest
 
lost sheep
in a blind man's sea
‒not looking at the truth of He†
 
the Artist† of artists
gives you the heart
‒you have a responsibility
through this given creativity
 
He† puts it all into motion
from the slightest of movements
to the biggest of bangs
from the slightest of whispers
to the loudest of declarations
ALL...at the mercy of His† hands
 
—†—†—
 
SEE in ALL things‒
God† created
‒there is nothing
that does not belong to Him†
 
He† sends the good
He† sends the bad
 
ALL answer to Him†
 
who can say
tomorrow will be theirs
who can say
their lamp is good
who can say
they are seeing in careful watch
who can declare righteousness
through anger and hate
 
SPEAK UP! ANSWER!
 
He† gives knowledge
where knowledge is due
He† gives wisdom
where wisdom is due
He† will give, He† will take away
He† will veil‒
seal your mind
seal your eyes
seal your ears
when He† needs to move you
when it's time for you to prove
the depths of your heart
 
He† will send in hard love
He† will challenge the depths of you
‒see what lies deep in your heart
He† will shake you
He† will rattle you
He† will put before you
what your mind cannot conceive
 
when He† calls you
He† will seek you
when you turn on Him†
He† will darken you
until you answer Him†
until you blast open your heart
until you face your self
 
that's
that's
 
the mercy...God's† help
 
that's
that's
 
the reveal in judgment
‒the love of a Son†
coming in‒
 
for only then
have you opened your eyes
in careful watch‒
you see truth all around you
you become aware‒
those blankets in deception
that try to again steal you
‒absent is hate and angre's drool
for Jesus†, you become the fool
LOVE...LOVE is all around you
 
that's
that's
 
when true knowledge awakens
you become just a child
your Father† tested you
your Father† challenged you
‒you've learned...at last
how to win your prized key
 
by the force of heal
from wounds buried deep
‒what God† wanted you to see
destroying the shame
that kept you in captivity
 
that's
that's
 
when you are totally free
‒no fear to see
for you surrendered
to the ultimate Holy in See†!
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‘The Silence of Still’

The mercy of the silence will be unexplainable.

Note: The photograph was taken November 9th, the bride and groom, the Sign of Jonah.

The Silence of Still
 
can you hear the whispers
through the air
the conjugating of birds
shh...hear them go quiet
the low howls of hounds
the uneasy purr of cats
the cattle all laid down
even the horses lie on their bellies
their necks stretched out
their eyes focused no wheres
 
the waves that raged
now are calm, smooth
except for the slow bumping
against lifelessness
against broken shores
where once stood beautiful structures
glazing in the morning sun
now lay invisible images
lost in the silence of still
 
shh...can you hear the whispers
the crying of the trees
their battle long gone
watching the water come and go
its dark, mucky vortex
surrounding the hollowness
of the silence
their departed leaves
withering in mixed congregation
 
shh...shh...can you hear the whispers
tiny ants coming out to feast
hungry flies gathering around
surveying the air
lurking in the stillness
ready in their devour
of what's left
of the silence
 
shh...shh...there it is
far, far but so very close
from low, deep in throat
a piecing wail
like never heard
an unmatched sound
human...animal?
how can one tell
it's engulfed in the stillness
like a look looking
but not seeing
it's bathed in rage
a blanketed depth
so darkened and mellowed
that it stills the stillness
 
shh...shh awaken to the whisper
the sound of inconceivable
as the ants begin their march
as the flies settle their position
as the leaves give into their stench
as the trees weaken their hold–
their roots release the earth
as they fall to the ground
lose themselves
to the wet cape below
 
the silence stares
listening to the anguish wail
coming from deep, deep
as the sea returns to the sun
wrapping its arms around
the silence
begging for beauty
to be seen
as she rocks back and forth
begging the trees
begging the cows, the horses
all those in the wild
'stand up, stand up'
 
but shh...shh there's just the whispers
low, low...the stillness
as its look keeps looking
but can't anymore see