‘Maddening Chaos’ (Yeshuah)

• June 3, 2023: ‘Maddening Chaos’ (Yeshuah)…I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.—Philippians 4:10-13

Maddening Chaos (Yeshuah)

it is common to get things confused
in these days
most claim to know the Father†
they claim they know Me†, the Son†
they put Us† together
as though We† are one
and We† are
although We† are not the same
We† are different
I† never claimed to be the Father†
I† said He† is in Me†
and I† in Him†
this is true
He† 'is' in Me†
and that is where they get it wrong

it is the same
as He† being in you
each being on the earth
as I† now am

the Spirit† is a powerful being
to have the Spirit† within
draws the Father† to you
as well as Me†
if you are willing

a willing heart
draws in many things

is there evil in this willingness
no, once the Son†, Me†, enters
no evil can be

maybe confusion
and all sorts of other beings
but not evil
although what is bred by satan
tries
his beings are only allowed
for short periods of time
to draw you closer to Me†

is there other beings
that help each person
yes, there are many
one specific for each being
walking in the perishable
to help them, guide their path
to the kingdom

satan roams the world
but does not live in the world
all Spirits roam the earth
but they are not part of it

I† understand the confusion
the confusion the Father†
set loose
it is a well-equipped being
and is given a specific job
by the Father†

to know Me†
and to know the Father†
requires understanding
a higher understanding
that comes only after
salvation is given

until then, one must consider
all things
the choice is theirs to make
individually
it is not a forced consider
it requires thought
much thought
a weighing of scales
a measure of time given
to weigh accurately
for the choice required

the bible and torah
let's talk there for a while

when I† walked the earth
the laws of moses
and all the writings
of the ancient prophets
were written, discussed
debated and read
and analyzed
then taught to all God's† children

at that time
only the people of israel
a specific people
were given understanding

the ways of the Father†
always a mystery

it took time
it took strife and calamity
it took falls and rises
a richter scale of movement

before
the need for new
was prayed for
for all that was written
a messiah, a savior
to help their unbelief
to open wider
the doors of the kingdom

(I† have given the prophet of words
these details
and will keep giving them
for the call of understanding
beyond tradition
has been sounded)

then I†, the Son†, was sent
but those teachers
of the laws of moses
and many who followed
their teachings
did not recognize Me†
even though the Father†
gave word
for over a thousand years

tradition over came them

they refused to acknowledge
the truth of God†

according to them
the laws of moses
and the words of the prophets
were all there is

now, fast forward to today
the days of destruction
are upon you
and a prophet is called
one of the means of the pen
as all the ones before
warning as God's† love
always does

and as the past proves true
tradition out weighs
truth of 'now'

the bible, a beautiful thing
now stops the word of God†
and Myself†
with the final dream
given in ancient times

but was it the final dream
you do know there was more
don't you?

there was much more writings
given

as those who took the laws of moses
all claim that was it
God† spoke no more

as those took the laws of moses
and the prophets
and are still waiting in vain

as those now take the bible
and nothing more

why do you think
there's no more?

I† am here speaking
as the prophet writes
I† move the pen

as a future will know
the same as those before
each time writings are given
and they did not believe
and a being suffers
for they truly believed
and did what the Father†
instructed

do you know they called Me†
the very Son† of God†
beelzebub, the spon of satan!

I† have taught this prophet well
a 'she'
and she knows
she will be treated the same
but I† reassure her
I† comfort her
these words are truth

every time God† sends
new words
new ideas of the kingdom
which are not really new
but to man's ears
they are
opposition grows horns

venom spews out mouths
who proclaim they know Me†
and know the Father†

how can they know Us†
if  they can't even recognize
a true prophet
walking the earth

I† have sent visions
the Father† has sent visions
powerful ones
they will all come alive
breathe
as the words sent freely
and given freely

your opposition of what
is sent to you
does not hold in God's† court
and I† am the head of this court
and His† ways are just
as are Mine†
for My† ways are His†

continue to adhere to tradition
instead of truth
and face the Judge†
where He† will decide
all matters of what is just

(June 3, 2023)—Something was put before me yesterday that wasn’t new, but it is the first time it was in my face, in front of me, instead of online. And it shock me up a bit, but then I had my discussion with God later last night and things were given to me to ease my mind, like a discussion with someone who knows my mission, and my youngest grandchild, Phoenix, and his dad called me.

I can’t argue truth. I can’t debate it. And anytime I try, God wipes out the pride in me, brings me down low. I will admit, I was leery writing this for Yeshuah, because He addresses what I’m feeling. This isn’t the first time He does this. Then to bring me to the Scripture to back what He is saying to me is just awesome within itself.

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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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‘Good of Earth’

Reason…in my personal life…because they had a dark secret as well! The guilty help the guilty. So, when the victim of a crime screams wolf….all the wolves help the wolf.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this writing was taken on October 23rd. It is the white dove that I write about later in this writing when talking about the Sign of Jonah!

 Good of Earth
 
healing begins
in the heart
setting pride aside
that which tears us apart
letting out the light
which brightens stars
building another's heart
by halting pain
from the start
 
without this healing bark
pain lives on
adding to its cart
more parts of the dark
stripping lives
–that mercy of heart
building the prince of the earth
–it's army in surf
 
it is only through
admittance, accountability
that we add a ball
in curve
understanding...fully
who we serve
 
by casting out
pain's dart
dealing immediately
byway of God's†
merciful heart
that we justify
Jesus'† part
 
His† death wasn't a fart
for the innocent–
always pay the heaviest cost
 
go to the cross
then sort
–the heaviness
won't be a part
 
hide in the dark
deny the sort
–the heaviness
becomes the burden
in pain's cross
becoming too difficult
to sort
leading us to
true intimacy
of the dark
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‘Time Allotment’

Healing individual and nation byway of God’s tests!

 Time Allotment
 
there were so many‒
but not quite like the three
babylon, rome, egypt
 
babylon wiped from the map
rome...an enemy-insertion trap
as egypt turns
to left-over scrap
 
there were many other nations
tribes around the world
worshiping their gods
in a swirl
disappearing...gone
‒their gods' validation
 
God† over-shadows all others
they last quite a while
then smothered
God† doesn't interfere
doesn't even bother
‒leave them to the world's wonder
just how many gods
are under the thunder?
 
once mighty rulers
having gold and emeralds
hundreds of years‒
forcing slaves
to dry them tears
in each heart
placements of fear
thousands of years
controllers held dear
 
all before: Jesus† appeared
 
slowly, slowly rulers
of such magnitude...disappeared
 
are you blind...think so queer
that you can out smart‒
thousands of years!
 
just three: babylon, rome, egypt
oh my! thousands of years
they had reason‒
held their egos so dear
forcing love to the rear
live by hate, pride‒
the shield...instilling fear
 
but barely old enough
to even see rough!
built up pride and ego
not even three hundred years!
laugh, laugh, laugh
‒the emptying of the glass
chances were given
to help you last
‒you're just using it in sass
 
sweet, sweet land of milk and honey
days are coming less sunny
 
countries with more maturity
countries with much more history
fell to the feet
of the Mystery†
ancestors left
with no one to call majesty
‒take heed to that of sincerity
you're wasting a gift‒
too young...a baby
not even close to maturity
ego, pride, greed‒
wasted years in cruelty
falling to the hands
of evil in royalty!
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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 Jesus'†
each and every vein
I'm so weary...feelings‒
my work done in vane
so, I call on you...Jesus†
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
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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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‘When You Are Sure!’

The veils revealed through Ezekiel 38 and 39.

 When You Are Sure!
 
self righteousness
won't get you far
look to the stars
get out of your cars
stare
not at mars...stars
 
your petty judgments
your petty arguments
have not compared to wars
the Lord† has charged
 
out of peace
He† can forge
start from nothing...wars
use the enemy
for a cause
that didn't exist
until veils barged
 
your evil thoughts
won't get you too far
for He's† in charge!
 
you don't have a say
on your part
when He† needs
to move forward‒
His† barge!
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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
 
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‘Shouldering Damage’

You deal and accept the physical damage caused by narcissism’s carelessness

 
Shouldering Damage
 
upon her shoulders
carries the weight–
shouldering damage
from those who couldn't stay
–a go-getter
they couldn't take
she...never wanting‒
any kinda hate
‒that was never
her intended fate
‒she let love lead the way
ending in heavy price's
to pay
 
only in moments
she lived in sedate
all them medical doctors
had to medicate
she just needed room‒
a bit of space
to grasp the idea
of her body ache
never using it as an escape
‒it hurt...and she was its bait
 
she knows she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–but others led her to fall
not caring the damage at all
 
upon her shoulders‒
she wears the cape
an anti-depressant to mask
a different kinda ache
–emotional chains
she couldn't tolerate
a burning heart
left in saturate
mixed with anger
lust and hate
screaming
without intentional berate
from love
that just couldn't stay
 
then again‒
she let love be her mate
a heart damaged‒
in too many ways
–again...a turn in obliterate
a brain burned in uncultivate
all that damage‒
on her shoulders
in blissful weight
men who couldn't bear
the cape
of her physical‒
being in waste
 
she knows she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–but others led her to fall
not caring the damage at all
 
she now wears‒
a suit of armor
from love's mate
as the heavy scars from fake–
I can't stay
you...I could only tolerate
builds her face
straight to a destiny's fate–
the writer in massive create
 
she...to never deny God
in whatever she faced
so she shoulders damage
left behind–
by carelessness
and self hate
building her rose‒
from a destroyer's
intentional state
 
she knows‒
she gave it all
she wasn't some pity rage doll–
standing somewhere in stall
she answered a simple call
–others led her to fall
not caring
the damage at all
 
oh! how
she can stand tall–
she picked herself up
from the fall
using the rest of her life
in God's hall
lost to true love's
missed call
she knows‒
she gave it her all
–it was not her
that caused
the fall!
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‘Hidden Treasure’

Discovering the hidden treasure in yourself!

 Hidden Treasure
 
I found it
in the mince of broken
it was afraid and hidden
an abundantly harvested token
‒over used and forsaken
 
I took it in
without fear's notion
‒not even feeling a demotion
I bathed
in its scented potion
rolled around
in its storied creation
 
I overlooked‒
its wicked formation
for I saw‒
a different translation
‒one that needed
a believer's gratification
one with a heart-filled formulation
 
I listened
to its every beckon
sometimes, in stages of drunken
 
all around...deemed it poison
something to be shackled‒
in a far-away prison
 
I threw out‒
traditionalized opinions
nothing stuck‒
rotten or forbidden
its scent just heightened
‒nothing could be wrong
or mistaken
 
I moved like lightening
intentional burns‒
gone...forgotten
‒days passing slow, steadfast‒
good ridden!
I drove it‒
to an endless vacation
‒whatever conviction
out...came my eviction
 
I smiled as I saw its rising
all my stops...fully opened
pulling it out of hopeless‒
with my inner-most motivation
‒a darkened star had risen!
 
I fought everything
in grand petition
every inside concentration‒
I put aside
rose to the occasion
‒with the fierceness of driven
this hidden treasure
overcoming every treason
to become the lamination
of a new generation!
 
stop!....
 
reveal
came its different ideas written
all avenues taken‒
off records...stricken
–beating all those defeating‒
overcoming...petitions
a losing validation!
 
I lost to its mention
‒there...in its private station
came to life‒
its own treasure hidden
in all its careful motions‒
belts and strings
forcefully tightened
 
I craved to be enlightened
–nothing valued...given
anything to elevate my vision
halted in moments of frighten
 
I fought constant bent roads‒
tried to straighten
tried to remember each lesson
through all that glistened‒
it had its own secrets woven
‒knowledge in listen
mixing up pointless decisions
taking all the forgivens
icing them‒
in the forever of frozen
 
yes, I found it
in the mince of broken
it was afraid and hidden
an abundantly harvested token
‒over used and forsaken
 
but all the good of will‒
off...steadily shakened
breathing‒
living a horrid token
in anger's hidden conviction
‒all that's been stolen‒
on others
its constant reliving
 
it found its way‒
in rebuilding
using knowledge given
slashing‒
all help's salutations
keeping to itself‒
a stolen formulation
‒to avoid sharing‒
treasures hidden
as I sit
in lost wanderings–
moments
I took it
out of forsaken
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