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‘The Rock’

…He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom He poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by His grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life….—Titus 3:3-8

The Rock

the foundation sits on the rock
upon this foundation sits a wall
built from an overstock
voided of all clots

the wall‒
pristine and glistening
‒stones fitting every slot

together….these stones interlock

many weren't perfect
on the spot
some were rounded
others had bumps and knots
they were taken from the wall
casted aside
refined and cropped
until they fit their perfected slot

this doesn't come on the dot
there's always a stop
when they are covered in spots

for the wall is perfect
in every way
not one stone fills a plot
until perfection has its shot

there is a gate in the wall
it's a one-way shop
no other way to get around
no passing under
no passing over the top

there's no photoshopping
no foxtrot
nor any melting pot

which every stone
passing through
block for block
‒ through hard-knocks
passing times tick-tock
joined this and that flock
'til they saw the crock
backed up a bit‒
experienced a bit of paradox
decided the unorthodox
was a better flock

they rarely checked the clock
they just knew
they were wearing the wrong frock

yes, the foundation on the rock
is solid
firm without knots

it was set
way before man's clock
began to rock

each stone hand-picked
by those tending
the workshop
‒building a wall so strong
and smooth
without one, single glob

leading to a tower
filled with the choicest of stock

you see, the foundation on the rock
the gate in the wall
‒the very rock itself
are all the Son
leading the best stock
up the tower
to see the face of God

(April 10, 2024)—Part one of Similitude Nine given to Hermas.

Similitude Nine is a lot. And writing it the way God is instructing has been a bit scary. Everything that I’ve been taught since 2019, on who God and Yeshuah are, is spelled out in this similitude through a series of parables that are actually part of one.

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‘Undo What’s Done’

You are worth every bit of struggle. It is up to you to take those struggles and help others with theirs. That’s the meaning of being the body and Jesus† being the head. He† is with you. Never forget that!

 Undo What's Done
  
 you are His† son
 a tiny dot of sun‒
 that can wage wars
 beneath the stars
 from so close
 yet so far
  
 I feel it all‒
 deep inside
 ‒you have
 what it takes
 undo what's done
 ‒show the world
 your sum
  
 you are His† son
 larger than Life
 cut by a knife
 bleeding deep‒
 from the inside
 ‒throw it, throw it
 far from your outside
 grow outward‒
 don't hide
  
 prove to Him†
 you are more‒
 than just a son
  ‒you are a Light
 shining
 from a darkened sun

(Written September 25, 2019)

‘Backlash’ (Crucifixion Vision)

You must learn to fight with your mind!

 Backlash
  
 He's† coming
His† fierce wrath
 –a warning
that will steal your laugh
  
 He's† waited
as you gently
took your bath
 seeing you
enjoy your treasures
He's glad
  
 His† simplicity‒
 riddled with an interesting sass
 if you fall too far behind
on the graph
 He† has an unwavering strap
 administered by
a father's unconditional love‒
 in a dash
 giving you a chance
to bounce back
 from your deep, darkened nap
  
 but you haven't read
the telegraph
 you haven't heard
the endless knocking raps
 you haven't heard
the crash, the clash
 or the blast
 you haven't even heard
the slush
 of His† slow drag
  
 instead
you waddle like an ass
 pretending to celebrate
honor His† flag
 while others...with a bat
so willing to bash
  
 round and round
 lap after lap
 slowly distorting Him†
in every class
 mixing it all up–
 commoners can't even grasp
 leaving it all
to be given in mass
 not willing
to take on the task
 –it's all been a trap
  
 the mark of the beast–
 will be an easy lash
 they will be willing–
 without any wording sass
 let alone
a flame from a shiny blast
  
 how to measure gullibility–
 the strength needed
to cure this rash
 will take more
than attending a mass
 or around waist
wrapping a sash
  
 in the mind
will come the nag
 –a played-out invisible rag
 strange thoughts
making a face sag
 doubt...oh! how nasty!
its constant drag
 heaviness and confusion–
 mixing it all up in lag
  
 there's a better way to combat
 this dark invisible rag
 –powers hidden
once sealed–
 too high to be grasped
 it's now time
to bathe in its vast
 opening it up–
 the vaults...down...smash
  
 mind for mind...slash
 taking control back
 before the Lamb comes
in a flash
 open up for a higher stash
 –sorting through trash
 with an energy in splash
  
 yes, He's† coming
 a warning in passing
 a chance to be given
for a new class
 a higher way
fighting in blast
 a choice in self's brass
 –thrive in eternity's musical jazz
 or fall in evil's
forever fire-pitting trap

(August 24, 2019)―Wow! is how today began. A jolting out of bed at 4 a.m. to write. I didn’t want to get up. Three times I was literally jolted out of bed. I finally got up and I’ve been writing ever since. That’s what I’m suppose to do: keep writing.

I mentioned in a few writings that I’ll eventually have a section on here about my meditation journey…it will either be in a category or an entire section to itself. All I know is that I’m on an extraordinary journey and I’ve been on this journey for years now, only this time it’s elevated, and I’m to share the entire process here.

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‘To Not See in Shame’

Micah adds to the importance of the Choose!

 To Not See in Shame
  
 He's† coming–
 He's† watching and...tired
 nothing has changed
 all lost in Shame
 playing a tireless game
 for Simple gain
 ‒forgetting His† glorious name
  
 He's† coming‒
 your songs are deranged
 your mentality strange
 believing in sports' games
 gold chains and diamond rings
 leaving His† name
out of range
 condemning those who sang
 glorifying His† name
  
 He's† coming‒
 152 sets the range
 in time...sets the change
 choose which side‒
 you'll play your game
 then it will be set
 no more chances to change

 you choose
it's your time
 to arrange the change
 before time
gets out of range

(August 14, 2019)―It’s not fair you know. Being the bearer of such news. But it seems only fair. Micah in the Bible. I bet he felt a similar feeling. Only I’m not a prophet. All I know is that the book is written. The only one needed. No need for another. History repeats itself. The warnings always the same. How many times will it have to be?

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‘Pulling A Jonah’

Adhering to the Message!

 Pulling A Jonah
  
 you can run
but you can't hide
 upon you, lies God's† eye
 from one end to the next‒
 He† does not change His† tide
 He† remains the same‒
 in all colors of die
  
 no use in the pretend‒
 no use in loud or shy
 His† call to you to ride–
 to accept or to deny
 either way
you'll pay with your Life
 eternity in die
 eternity in the Light
 you choose
you have that right
  
 ‒that calling comes
from really high‒
 you can run
but you can't hide
 you...He'll† seek and find
 throw you in perils of Life
 'til you accept with every sigh
  
 cry little birdie...cry
 He'll† wait
'til you get the right high
 bowing your head
reaching for the sky
  
 He'll† force your comply
 He† knows your heart inside
 His† calling
from within or outside
 important for the rise
 He'll† rage the water‒
 'til you submit to the cry
 then you'll see‒
 the beauty of the Light

(August 13, 2019)―The things we do NOT listen to! Oh, my! Karen, you’re such a hard-headed child! Agreed! Agreed! The story of Jonah. That’s where I was led to this morning. I’ve written about Jonah before comparing it to the feeling of depression. That’s how I find the separate parts of each Scripture is: They tell us something different to each individual, but as a whole, the story of Jonah is much more powerful.

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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 Yeshuah's† name
 each and every vein
 I'm so weary...feelings‒
 my work done in vain
 so, I call on you...Yeshuah†
 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

(July 24, 2019)—Our mothers. Veils. Mercy. I’ve been having a hard time putting my thoughts on paper lately. It may not seem like it but it’s still true. I end up writing it in my head then when I sit down, the same thoughts that I had don’t come out. I didn’t want to write anymore. For the past week or so, I’ve been in a battle with my self I guess you could say. I’m tired. I’ve been doing this work for seven years now. I’ve been writing and teaching and learning for over 10. I’m tired. But I’m to keep going.

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‘Shelters From Storms’

Using our gifts the right way byway of Matthew! How do we discover our gifts? How to use them? How to multiple our inside wealth? Easy. Listen.

 Shelters From Storms
  
 take these gifts...give them more
 open, open...will be doors
 no more seeking to find
 say this is mine
 it shall be yours
  
 place bets on things
 instead of doors
 what's yours will be no more
  
 treasures are found
 in gifts stored
 open, open the doors
 heal from your sores
 be fierce...the Power is yours
  
 take these gifts...do more
 help the needy, help the poor
 put Life in their décor
 never asking what for
  
 open, open the door
 don't be the evil's whore
 take what you know‒
 take it and soar
 high, high...my little commodore
 what you wish...will be yours
 for without fear‒
 the Lord†, you adored!

(July 24, 2019)―There’s reasons for everything! Twice during meditation this past week I was presented with doors. The first time there were two doors. They were white and side by side. I went to open the door directly in front of me and it was locked. My team (I actually can hear them.) told me to try the other. I did. It opened. I was cheered. I didn’t see myself walk through this door. I just knew that I had entered. And the manifestation process began. The second time there was just one very large white door. I opened it and saw myself walk through it.

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‘Orchestrated Part’

The orchestrated part of the Jews in Jesus’ death…the same In me and YOU! The veils! The veils are put on to teach us, in order for us to grow! Trust is so very important!

 Orchestrated Part
  
 it was a very long time ago
 still...its people hold
to Pride and Ego
 passing on lies
 why the Christ†, on the cross, died
 they knew the why
 –at least some on the side
 but following the crowd–
 far greater than the One
up beyond the clouds
  
 a man who'd done miracles
 right in their faces
 they refuse to believe
was of God†
 they saw then denied
 all past scripture
went out windows
 all evidence given to see
 in their books
coming to Life
 ‒it wasn't Ignorance or Strife
 but veils hiding the Light
  
 they were presented the Truth
 still...they remained in fool
 those veils...heavy tools
 when God† has something
for you to do
 no different for the jews, too
 since Yeshuah's† blood
sealing covenant...in new
 for me and you…had to come True
  
 they were given a choice
 free-will's uncanny voice
 pontius...in his armored hide
 what ya want me to do?
 with a mixed emotion in his eye
 after all...he was a tool, too
 for the role he played with the Jew
  
 they had a choice: all they saw–
 this wasn't a game with toys
 this was a Life
put in their hands
 a Life of the Light
 to decide...their very right
 the ultimate test
 to trust and confess
 or to kill...remain in unrest
  
 the veils...so heavy to wear
 testing the hearts everywhere
  
 Pride, Ego...closed eyes
 to kill...Yeshuah† must die
  
 He† had to die anyway
 it was already a paved Way
  
 they weren't wise to that
 –after the third day
 everything became fact
 Ignorance came in
took its crap
 history didn't change–
 everything written
didn't change
 just the veils...God's† will

 ‒they didn't appreciate that
 being used as tools
 instead of accepting their role
 they denied
the Light's gold
 defying God†
a purposeful stroll
 passing on Lies...in deny
  
 some...sincerely
knowing the Truth
 but hiding, coveting
 wearing black gowns
 mourning their loss
 Ego, Pride's heavy cost
  
 they bang their heads
at the wall
 they pray, pray, pray
 in their heart–

 (God's† not going
to do their part)

 in their hearts
they must acknowledge
their part
 accept it, appreciate it
 then praise Yeshuah, the Christ†
the Lord†

(July 12, 2019)—Are you worried about your life? You shouldn’t. But I do know how it feels to NOT know. It’s a scary feeling. What would you do if someone came to you and gave you a message from above? Clearing up matters for you in such a way that it sort of all made sense. Would you listen?

There are so many examples throughout history that give us hope. If only ears were open. The veils. There’s much to say about them. Whenever you are lost in the darkness, the veils are on. Every time you think you were dumb in something that you did, you were in a way…but know, it wasn’t you…it was God…the veils. Each of us have a part in everyone’s life that we cross: We are the body and Yeshuah is the head! God uses us to test each other’s faith, each other’s true heart. Once we learn to accept that (the true meat of the Bible), then we can understand the why behind our trials and accept them.

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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 

My Continued Spiritual Journey and My Latest Revelations…Because God Said So!

(June 13-July 6, 2019)―In this article: I will recap some events that led up to today where I’m sitting; I will show and explain how numbers work when it comes to messages and I will show how signs work (I’ve included pictures to demonstrate what I’m talking about); I will talk about the veils; I will talk about receiving messages and delivering them; and I will reveal God’s Grace once again, and how He shows His gratitude when we do what He wants us to do. So, sit back, grab a cup of coffee (because this is a very long work), and get ready to be amazed! God is powerful. God is just. God is sincere. God makes a promise and shows His mercy and delivers once we complete our vows and/or the missions that He requests from us. Learning to listen is key!

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‘His Pickup’

Have you answered God’s call? He’s waiting on you!

 His† Pickup
  
 I talk to the air
 pretending someone's there
 –it's only fair
 since no one sees
how I comb my hair
  
 I go for days, weeks
in this brave affair
 feeling angels everywhere
 then I fall to despair
 acknowledging
no one's really there
 wondering
if anyone really cares
  
 I go until I can't
my hand to face in cry–
  
 this isn't fair
  
 too long I've been waiting
for the care
 working, doing
wanting someone truly there
 but...just surrounds me
thin air
  
 I get completely lost
in this temporary despair
 then...comfort arrives
out of thin air
  
 I was pushed back
and about to fall,
 but the Lord† helped me.
 the Lord† is my strength
and my song;
 He has become
my salvation.
  
 revealing there's someone there
 someone who truly cares
 waiting, fighting there
 waiting to become fully
before the Lord...bare
 dealing in past affairs
 –having courage to dare
  
 shouts of joy and victory
 resound in the tents
of the righteous;
 the Lord's† right hand
has done mighty things!
 the Lord's† right hand
is lifted high;
 the Lord's† right hand
has done mighty things!
  
 victory is every where
 I can feel I in the air
  
 I will not die but live,
 and will proclaim
what the Lord† has done.
 the Lord† has chastened me severely,
 but He† has not given me
over to death.
  
 I know all won't be lost
in despair
 I know there will be saved
so many little hairs
 so I basked in this empty air
 as...taking place
the attended affairs
  
 open for me
the gates of righteousness;
 I will enter
and give thanks to the Lord†.
 this is the gate of the Lord†
 through which
the righteous may enter.
 I will give You† thanks
for You† answered me;
 You† have become my salvation.
  
 all things will be fair
 as comes...the perfect affair
  
 the stone the builders rejected
 has become the capstone;
 the Lord† has done this,
 and it is marvelous in our eyes.
 this is the day the Lord† has made;
 let us rejoice and be glad in it.
  
 seeing truth...so there
 I anticipate
with welcoming flair
 I know this heart I wear
 –out of pure despair
 comes a star's brilliant glare
  
 o Lord†, save us;
 o Lord†, grant us success.
 blessed is he who comes
in the name of the Lord†.
 from the house of the Lord†
we bless you.
 the Lord† is God†,
 and He† has made His† light
shine upon us.
 with boughs in hand
join in the festal procession
up to the horns of the altar
  
 in bowed head...I do declare
 life is as it should be–
 it's not in the tear
 but in the solid of repair
 that God† reveals
His† humble stare
  
 You† are my God†
and I will give You† thanks;
 You† are my God†
and I will exalt You†.
 give thanks to the Lord†
for He† is good;
 His† love endures forever.—psalm 118

He’s Waiting On You!

(July 5, 2019)—I haven’t written in a while…been busy with the testimony of my recent events, which has proven not difficult, but more of a soul-searching deal that’s taking me nearing over a month now to work on. It’s okay. I have plenty time. There’s never a rush for things these days. In due time, they do come. But I have been working diligently and long hours. I went to bed at 5 a.m. this morning and woke up at around noon to people asking me if I felt the earthquake. No. I’ve been busy.

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