‘Hence, Shall I Cry’

‘…I learned‒stepping into the ring, there’s this thing, called lyING, ‒it’s the true viral pathogen…’

Hence, Shall I Cry
 
I  delivered the messages
for everyone...of all ages
for all persons
in distress...all its stages
 
I left me out of it
‒just plowed in it
saying‒
'dame, the hell with it'
as bit by bit
all that I know‒
bid their farewell
without a goodbye kiss
to them...I just became
the shit of it
 
I answered all of it
stood back‒
watched it play out
as their hate
tried to gain clout
I called them out
‒watched their love
turn to a drought
me‒
doing that turn-a-bout
as God†‒
to me...did shout
'you are Mine†!'
 
in Him†‒
rings no doubt
I wasn't about
to deny His† shout
 
so I shut them all out
learned what spiritual
is truly about
‒in the process
gaining some heavenly clout
 
now, for them I cry
thousands of years
‒shed....
goes the same kind
of tears
 
we look for something
clear
‒'please strip this fear'
but we're so caught up
Jesus†...God†
we quickly shear
without considering
‒even considering
the sincere
 
a repeat in history
as the veils aren't a mystery
 
so I stepped into the ring
just on faith...believing
tell them God's† warning
in the twenty-first century
thinking:
'they all talk about God†
they all talk about Jesus†
this is happening
they'll know what to do
in saving'
 
I was wrong!
 
I learned‒
stepping into the ring
there's this thing
called lyING
‒it's the true viral pathogen
 
the way turned into
the confusion
 
there's so much in saying
as I cry here laying
as they force my questioning
on what I'm hearing
 
then I read news
then I read people thoughts
 
then I say: fuck it
I'm gonna say it
every single word of it
why not be the crazy
of it
since they are all lost
to the confusion of it
what do I have to lose
‒earth isn't the prize
of it
 
so I throw my hands up
publish every word given
watch them pass them up
for the excitement of
the adversary's draw
‒the truth...too hard
for even a bar brawl
 
so here it goes:
 
millions will die
a virus then‒
a 4-point earth shake
adding up to over a billion
their spiritual beings sorted
‒the sickles are out
the harvest in a massive sweep
not man...God†
with Jesus† at the hem
 
then a moment of peace
as together people come
but not totally
massiveness in confusion
begins its choke
‒the tester gets released
all over the world
and a new leader emerges
many more die
 
God† and His† Son†‒
they go into hide
‒away from everyone
a massive testing period
begins its ride
 
years go by
the people learn a few things
dry their eyes from cry
find where God† and Jesus†
hide
discover secrets of undercover
little by little
a piecing together
‒God's† greatest puzzle
 
war…massive in scale
uprising‒
with God†...back in charge
faith...rebuilding
God's† people awaken
fully
His† protective
out-stretched arm
guiding them
 
miracles abound
the seven begin their testing
the enemy‒
long put under foot
truth of the inheritance
begins with true substance
 
the humbled
the true believers
emerge...rebuilding from the cold
bringing along
that which is sincerely old
and…what was strangely bold
 
with all the pieces brought together
God† and Jesus† rightly found
‒more is added
it becomes perfectly understood
God's† will‒
there are no bounds
 
this perfect wisdom‒
begins the new cycle
and with it‒
a new earth is born

Note: The photograph that accompanies this piece was taken on December 10…The Dragon, Angel, Mom and Baby. The dragon is at the very top, right below its tail is the angel. My mother is in the middle, her head is tilting to the right and her hair is short. Then to the bottom left is the baby. It is facing to the left with a baby band around his head and he’s holding something. I didn’t see this in the sky. All I saw was the cross which is on the left of my mom’s face. The rest appeared in the photograph as all the other messages God sends to me. To see…you have to open your eyes and take the sticks out of it first, then learn to see beauty instead of all the ugly. You will be amazed at God’s art!

(May 1)—I will keep saying it. A thousands times. A thousand ways. Until all those thousands turns to millions! I won’t stop until God calls me home. It IS that important! Those of you who don’t understand, you will never understand because you are not God’s kids. To Jesus, you do not belong. You have let go and fallen and you didn’t even try to get back up! It was your choice! So I’ll keep talking to the ones who are coming…they are listening. They may have to read the words I write over and over, but sooner or later they will get it. All these riddles are from God and Jesus! Direct or indirect…they are from the higher source of all of it!

The Scripture that I was led to today is easily understood. If you can’t see what I see, then you are blind. I’m not going into detail here today. I know this is fact: I haven’t read this line of Scripture since 2007. In my Bible, there were zero marks on these two pages until today. If you don’t know what that means, then you need to read more of me. This is really important.

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‘Deception’s Muck’

Liars tell you not to worry, not to fear God. Liars tell you that God is all love and doesn’t have a wrath, that He does not punish. They are lying to you! You should fear God!

Note: Picture from November 11th, the Avenging Angel. It’s sad when God is trying to get your attention and you ignore it because of your prideful, selfish ways. Oh, you know more than HIM! Liar. No one knows more than Him. Maybe He chose me because I’m not afraid to say the truth. Maybe He chose me because I’m not afraid to lose everyone in my life, including my children because Jesus and God are more important than they are. Maybe He chose me because I’m not afraid of man! I am afraid of God! And Maybe He chose me because I know He doesn’t live in a building and that He isn’t part of any man-made church! He IS!

 Deception's Muck
 
chaos has spread
through the nations
with my eyes‒
I see none of what they say
except fear and tension
except monkey see, monkey do
 
I don't see
what they say
where are these sick
where are the contagious
I see bulletins
I see internet's reality
lost in the dizziness
of its virtual distrust
 
no emergency vehicles
no poe-poe choppers
no white cloths‒
hanging from doors
no emergency announcements
coming through my phone
what is all this
rendition song
 
there's no big medical tents
there's no camouflage trucks
no security lines to duck
 
where are they
shouldn't I be seeing them
walking around with canisters
everywhere...some type of spray
 
Lord†, is this a trap
are You† really‒
tired of their crap
is this Your† way
hand to face...slap
I'm ready to hear
sounds from bugles...tap
 
nothing!
 
Your† ways in confusion
torment the mind
this isn't, at all, kind
please, my Lord†‒
release the line
You've† proven Your† point
to me...that's find
they'll remain blind
'til the right time

(March 16)—(I wrote the following on March 15) I wrote yesterday what I was told about the toilet paper. You can go ahead and read it, ‘Wipe Your Mess Away.’ A few paid attention. Then I went on Facebook a while later and nothing changed. I went on it this morning and nothing has changed. Why Facebook? That’s all I need. What I see and what I read is two different things. God wanted me to write again today and post. Jeremiah! He’s been directing me to Jeremiah a lot this year. What is interesting is what is said in the Scripture today! Very interesting.

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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.

‘Rebuke Me’

God is in Charge. Believe that or not…it’s a choice. Eternity means forever…unending.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken October 8. It was explained to me that what you see is God’s energy. He manipulates the round orb that you constantly see if the photographs to prove to you that what you see isn’t of my imagination. It’s up to you to believe.

 Rebuke Me
 
I've already felt the breeze
that which makes one freeze
the kind that rolls off tongues–
those doing evil's deeds
 
I've felt...deep inside...the need
become like the trees
swaying...back and forth–
feel inside their stagnation of free
even if a chain saw came–
cut them down by the knee
they're better off
than the millimeter
of a bad seed
 
so take your crimes...rebuke me
for I am as clean
as fallen leaves
without even having to plead
 
go on...get down on your knees
try...in your heart...to believe
that I've come...you...to deceive
–your abundance in receive
will be a constant in dream
 
He† said 'trust Me†'
so I stagger around
in watchful need
waiting around
for what I've seen
but...it's not for me to worry
bleep out all parts of history
 
for time is measured
in discrepancy
in which man doesn't understand
–can't possibly conceive
the mystics in heaven's mystery
 
so be brave
with a tunic in your hand–
let ego and pride cast the vote
turn the other cheek
believe instead
what you see every day
whisper in corners...rebuke me
for the Lord† said
'write what you see'
not
'write what you conceive
so they will love you–
it's best to be accepted by society
instead of think of eternity'

 
His† words...short and sweet
precise and demanding
what He† says today
in a human's guess of proceed
in an hour or a hundred years
–it's all in His† hands
breaks or makes
of a society
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‘Distinction Made’

A warning to America. A call for change.

 Distinction Made
 
america listen to the warnings
europe pay attention‒
to the sayings

words coming...pouring

offsprings of edom–
a world in pillage and death
–stripping God's† people
of rest
 
He's† tired of the mess
He's had enough in digest
–from governmental conquest
 to man-made churches
–all of it combining
with its deceptive separation
in guess
 
the ways of babylonia
the same sin-engaged agenda
corrupting systematically
shielding...everything
spiritually
 
God's† been listening
chances have been given
over 2,000 years
as His† people–
quaked in fear
 
His† prophecies sent
in slavery...they spent
–by your hand–
don’t you understand
 
like the jews' torah test
–in deception...you dressed–
His† laws
in your manipulative best
disguising made-up truths
–turning everyone
into fools
 
oh, pray! oh, pray!
the new land of milk and honey
stolen by
the edom of loony
captured by
a sneaking-in crony
–this place...the new home
to His† tribes–
He† threw the bone
fulfilling
His† passed-down prophecy
–coming through for them
saving them...one by one–
He† brought them over
–a handed-down, four-leaf cover
 
oh, edom! oh, edom!
raping and enslaving
this beautiful maiden–
now the mother of her
‒turning His† flower into a zoo
stealing her
‒she didn't have a clue
 
you tried to conquer the world
almost winning the swirl
–God† finally sent you
in a twirl
 
over two hundred years
–you broke His maiden's walls
oh! didn't you, dear‒
solidly placing
God's† people in fear
now...comes up the rear
islam...joining hands to shear
 
oh, beautiful maiden, God's† dear!–
casted-out little deer
making friends with enemies–
quite queer
 
poor, poor beautiful maiden!
courted and manipulated‒
by the seductive new babylonia
‒God's† given so much to you
oh! this vengeful-enemy agenda‒
has more pillage...on you...to do
 
it's already turned
your beautiful innocence‒
into a sinful crop
prostituting you out
forcing in its clout
controlling...everything
you were about
 
oh, forever lost virgin!
–so young, yet so dumb
not protecting God's†
great big crumb
‒a beautiful land
with the whole
of the sum
 
you have given into fallen
to the evil spreads
–edom's favorite jest

God's† wrath is awoken
His finger...pushed the button

‒He's† left you alone–
hoping you'd find your way
on your own
 
giving you vastness–
intelligence, technology
beauty in mercy
protection...a massive army
but you failed Him†
you open-handedly gave over
His† precious four-leaf clover
–forgetting He's† the creator
forgetting His† Son†...your Savior†
 
too late, too late
it's all begun
His† cycle...to begin again
 
you abolished hearing
you abolished seeing
He's† pleaded and pleaded‒
but you concealed
that of listening
preaching myths and tales
putting up His† existence–
for sale!
 
oh, watchmen! oh, watchmen!
 those in listen
–go against this captured fest
speak, speak, speak
God's† wrath is on the move–
there's no turning back
for Him†...they didn't seek!
 
wasted, wasted, wasted
oh, beautiful land of gems!
oh, mountains and lakes!
oh, crops and fields!
oh, forest and streams!
–a land so free
but not easy to keep
 
the doors have opened–
God's† turning
on your precious land
the enemy isn't sneaking
–its already in
 
God's† wrath awoken!
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‘He† Said’

If you have ears, Hear!

 He† Said
 
He† said it once
He† said it twice
still...they're not worried
still...they don't bow
still...they ignore
the same
they don't hear His† name
 
I cry for them
I cry for me
tormented just like them
wanting more
for my self
glorying
for my self
just like them
 
He† said it once
He† said it twice
it's the same
for they forgot His† name
and the reason
His† Son† came
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‘Solitary Confinement’

The truth of planting seeds by-way of Jeremiah! It’s time for hurting to take the personal responsibility to heal.

 
Solitary Confinement
 
they're out there enjoying life
those who lied and betrayed
while she sits in silence
waiting for her time
 
they all believe the opposite
of what is true
they are all blinded in fool
while her tears cause her to drool
praying...her inward tool
for being condemned
doing what she was supposed to do
 
all abandoned her
deciding to judge
where no judgment was due
pitying her–
where no pitying was due
 
so she accepts the cross
‒knowing full well...who's in charge
in the waves of other's flaws
like a rage doll...she was tossed
 
but her hopes
stayed with the light
their insecurities
weren't even her fight
in her eyes
she just watched their blight
screamed at them
in her troubled fight
thinking it was her right
standing up for herself
against the night
those suffering for lack of insight
in only the Lord†
can things ever be right
 
yes, she watched...screamed
with all her might
years of blight‒
but it was never her fight
‒she was already in the light
 
so she waits...sometimes in cry
accepting the silence
her temporary confinement
for ever lasting enlightenment
as those who suffer inside
play with false lives
on the outside
‒the lost coveting what they lost
concealing in lies...lost
not knowing what it means
to take it to the cross
 
yes, they condemn her, judge her
placing her in depressed...lost
when all the while‒
what they refused to see
she was always a faithful child
of the Boss†!
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