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‘He† Warns’

‘He said, ‘Amen! May the Lord do so! ‘…Jeremiah says to a false prophet who dies because Jeremiah said so.

He† Warns
 
in Peace‒
He† won't come
to warn
 
He† comes to warn
in impending troubles
He† tells you
what to do
‒how to push away
harm
 
His† Mercy's in the Words
He† sends
it's not in pretend
it's not in blend
‒He† does it
to mend
 
so, bow down
heal
all the hurt
deal
it's not time to steal
it's time to heal
‒this is for real
a God†‒ordeal
 
in Peace‒
He† won't come
to warn
 
He† comes to warn
in impending troubles
He† tells you
what to do
‒how to push away
harm

(April 9, 2020)—I have been getting upset so much. I have said this before: They are just not worth it! God comes back: Trust. Yeshuah comes back: Trust and be calm! And David continues to guide me. I’m blessed. Truly blessed. But being blessed with this kind of spiritual insight is heart breaking! Why don’t you listen? Why don’t you see?

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‘The Sound of Songs’ (Yeshuah (Jesus))

God is real. Jesus is real. The kingdom is real. The spiritual world is real. You can live in denial all you want. But through out all the world: The sound of the horn has been heard! 

The Sound of Songs (Yeshuah (Jesus))
 
you have come to know
the Spirit of gold
‒it is in the fold
that you remain cold
 
open up...let it show
then you'll know
where to go
when you let Me in‒
I, the Lord, know
what it takes
to see gold
 
move slow, not fast
what I say is so
just let go
don't Worry who knows
let all the hurt blow
as the winds will sow
help you again...to glow
 
it is easy to flow
when you truly know
that I, the Lord‒
am the One that sows
 
once you let go‒
the hurt that has you
in cold‒
release it, let it go
come to Me
but come slow

it's better to be True
than be lost
in freezing cold
 
for in the warmth
lies the True meanings
‒where the heart grows

(April 7, 2020)—I’m still battling my medical issue. It has slowed me down, making me look at things really hard in a strange sort of way. I saw a video on my Facebook wall that had me on my knees crying. I don’t know what country it was in, but there was a Middle Eastern man with two children. The boy, a little thing, was hanging by his neck from a rope, holding on for dear life, half naked from the waist down. The girl, I’m pretty sure she was a girl, was also have naked from the waist down. The man had a switch and was beating these children. The girl was curled up on the floor. It looked like she shit all over herself. This evil man was just beating them. The kids were crying and screaming, and whoever was filming this didn’t help!

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Four Discs Dream (God)

“…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.

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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

(March 2, 2020)―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 Yeshuah†
 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!  

(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.

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‘Oh! Sorrowful Heart!’ (w/God)

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

 Oh! Sorrowful Heart! (w/God)
  
 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
  

(January 25, 2020) 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 dis-ease
 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

(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!

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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 Yeshuah†, 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!

(December 28, 2019)—A hypocrite. Shame. I addressed the hypocrite on my personal Facebook page discussing that I wasn’t a preacher. You can go read it. It’s public. Karen E. Leger…my page name. or k. e. leger my author page name. A hypocrite. I was called that too many times to count. Yeshuah called the Jews who were entrusted to teach the Law of Moses (God’s Law) hypocrites. Do you know why? Apparently not. I also heard that I needed to hang out with other Christians, so that they can correct me, by someone who calls himself a Christian, while calling me  names and saying I am the worse thing in the world and the cause of all his miseries. He is the second person to say such a thing in my life. How can I be the cause of another person’s misery? That’s the solid question.

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‘The Silence of Still’ (Written from a Vision sent by God)

The mercy of the silence will be unexplainable.

The Silence of Still
(Written from a Vision sent by God)
  
 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 piercing 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

(December 22, 2019) The above describes a vision sent to me from God.

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