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‘Give Me a Pulse’

The Lord said at the end the young will be disrespectful. Yes. He also said in the writings He has sent to me that confusion will be vast. Yes. It is time for us to make our own choice. You have a choice to forgive or not. 

Give Me a Pulse
 
a sacrifice on a cross
wasn't the only beat of the toss
‒opening up the vault
sent everyone in a summersault
seeing truly
who was righteous
who was false
 
adding to the one
with the highest pulse
adding ease
adding difficult
adding a given choice
to their final result
 
melchizedek sends word
as God† instructs the waltz
‒a judge to consult
love or a revolt
each has a cross
each has sins to exhaust
up and down
goes their waltz
then it's time to talk
‒take Jesus† along
for the walk
 
until the lesson's taught
each person is left
in sought
finding their own way
separately...together
‒but it isn't necessary
each is still caught
for the final result
 
all individual hearts
carefully weighed
measuring each scar
as its pulled out
the forgotten time-vault
‒waiting patiently
for the toss
 
the judge's final straw
a decision based on law
decided on your own draw

Note: Are you going to tell me it’s a camera trick? Are you going to tell me it’s normal for the human eye? I wonder. Because you would be wrong! These, the purple faces, are spiritual beings. Face it: You could be one of them one day. And depending on how you live is what determines your rank in heaven. These, the ones in the pictures, are extremely happy. They didn’t go to the pit! They are the eyes of God whom many prophets where shown in order to tell you! See more: October 7, 2019: Faces. God is testing all those who SAY they believe!

(October 14)―Thoughts. We are all basically on our own in the choices that we make. I was put into a very hard place over the weekend. I wrote a piece I haven’t published yet. I wanted to but the Lord says it’s not time. Instead this piece.

The Lord said at the end the young will be disrespectful. Yes. He also said in the writings He has sent to me that confusion will be vast. Yes. It is time for us to make our own choice. You have a choice to forgive or not. You have a choice to dishonor your parents or not. It’s not on them. My mother gave me so many reasons to dishonor her. I couldn’t. I would get mad at her, not speak to her for weeks, but then the need of her would come. I never, ever yelled at my mother, nor would even considered it, though at times I wanted to. I bit my tongue. She was my mother. My love for her outweighed anything she did to me. My father has been a different story. I saw the way he treated my mother. Everyone praises him. I don’t. I love him. I do. But I can’t honor him. So, I choose to forgive and let mom take care of the rest.

Instead of keeping me on this path of thoughts, the Lord moved me to truth…total truth. I’ve written many pieces about this, and it seems it is hard to believe to some because they are not taught this. I’m taught this by Jesus, and not only this. In the photographs, October 7, 2019: Faces, it was explained to me the hierarchy of heaven. It was also explained to me the fact that God is in Jesus and Jesus is in God and Christ is in me and I am in Christ. Do you understand this? God’s energy is in all of us. He tells us this at the beginning of the Bible that He has made man in His likeliness. That is why it is said that what we do with our bodies, we also do to God.

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‘Words in Wisdom’ and ‘Removing of Chains’

We have to break those chains. If we constantly carry that pain and keep feeding it then we never achieve total peace. We have to be able to lift that hurt off of us.

(July 10)―Today, I was lead to Psalm 107 (included fully at the end of the commentary for ‘Removing of Chains’). From that, I was led back into the past and Jesus made me cry. An order I placed weeks ago came in today. It was a dress. It’s the third of six dresses that I ordered in the size 2x. I’m not really a 2x, but I’m not a 6 or a 10 or even a 12 anymore. The 2x dresses fit loose and they are comfortable…COMFORTABLE is the key word. Then I was led to ‘Removing of Chains’ written in 2012. When I got to the end of that writing, that’s when the tears came. And David saying, ‘Yes!’ When you read it, you will totally understand. It is included below, as this is long…an afternoon-sit-with-coffee-or-tea type of writing!

Words in Wisdom
 
look up to what's up
oppression happens
in the mind
over years, over time
it brings on despair
something that traumatized‒
and wasn't...at all...fair
 
it took from you
it robbed from you
of an innocence
leaving your mind
in distress
your heart
in confusion
‒it became your affliction
your personal calamity
though you refused to see
too young, too naïve
‒you just saw
it wasn't the way to be
 
so you learned differently
a game of hide and seek
that moved you
to disbelief
 
you threw away empathy
not caring‒
way down deep
‒you learned how to surface
keep things out of seep
showing simple compassion
without making a decision
or turning it into
an intrusion
 
instead you learned to lift
take it off of you‒
to a cause...shift
then bounce it back
‒whomever got a whiff
 
you aced the summersault
getting out of discomfort
byway of other's vaults
‒it's easy for you to stomp
whomever comes‒
revealing your faults
 
‒from your mind
you built a special cult‒
those who live
in the same confusion
‒truth is abruptly put
in halt
cast out...the door barred
in bolt
 
you learned‒
became the master
in shield
‒the enemy
the hidden iniquities:
the unfairness
the immorality
the unjust
the wrong
the evil
the viciousness‒
all that you blame
passed around
with emotions inflamed
 
‒are yours....

Note: The photograph was taken October 7, 2019: Faces. In this set of frames, David points the faces out to me. I didn’t see them before. He said I wasn’t ready to see them. I point them out to you as much as I can. He also points out other things, things that pass a message on. I discuss these messages on the page, just click the link. You can see or not. All I can do is present. I can’t help your unbelief or your pain. I can plant a seed and give it to God. May the Lord always be in your corner. Amen.

Both ‘Removing of Chains’ and ‘Words in Wisdom’ parallel each other and then to read Psalm 107, either written by King David or Asaph, it doesn’t matter. This writing was written in a time when God clearly made Himself known in big ways. Today, He does it in simple ways that people can see…at least, those who CAN see.

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‘Death Groom’

The one thing that I did learn for sure: They hate anyone who wasn’t traumatized. In fact, they fantasize killing them or hurting them. It takes their own pain away. 

Death Groom
 
it fell on their lips
‒a rehearsed transcript
among themselves
alone...in their thoughts
 
truth has its way
in profit
‒thoughts in doing it
everyone goes through it‒
doing away with toxic
beating it with a stick
in their face...spit
yelling at them
calling them dick or bitch
 
‒thoughts of the innocent
roaring out in conflict
then to God†‒
an all-in-it submit
 
it's what truth does
in contradict
that which adds to affliction‒
the afflict
reasons to be called
dick or bitch
 
I've been the victim
in the script
among evil's summit
the test in transit
‒taken almost..to it
 
places...playing out‒
taking me to the pulpit
with lies on their lips
their eyes following a skit
‒they were going to do it
 
but something stopped it
not once, not twice
but thrice
I was the object of it
I was the bait in trick
 
but He† stopped it
took me out of it
as they paid for it
sunk deeper down
into it
‒for even thinking it

Note: The Dragon and the All-Seeing Eye…October 23, 2019. I read in places where people associate the dragon with evil. God says, ‘I am.’ He is ALL things. He says, ‘I am the dragon.’ And He has sent the dragon twice. I didn’t go looking for this. David tells me when to go take the photographs. God sends what He needs us to SEE. If you see it, you are open to Him and know Him. If you can’t see, you are veiled from the truth because your heart is full of scars. If you want to be unveiled, you have to do the work of unveiling yourself! It IS that simple.

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(June 27)―Things were revealed to me about my life this afternoon. I sort of knew this, but wasn’t sure. Now I know. After the revelation, I was instructed to write about it then I’d be shown the Scripture, hence, ‘Death Groom’. After I wrote it, ‘Open the book,’ and ‘Jonah’s Prayer’!

Jonah’s Prayer—From inside the fish Jonah prayed to the Lord his God. He said: ‘In my distress I called to the Lord, and He answered me. From the depths of the grave I called for help, and You listened to my cry. You hurled me into the deep, into the very heart of the seas, and the currents swirled about me; all Your waves and breakers swept over me. I said, ‘I have been banished from Your sight; yet I will look again toward Your holy temple.’ The engulfing waters threatened me, the deep surrounded me; seaweed was wrapped around my head. To the roots of the mountains I sank down; the earth beneath barred me in forever. But You brought my life up from the pit, O Lord my God. When my life was ebbing away, I remembered You, Lord, and my prayer rose to You, to Your holy temple. Those who cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs. But I, with a song of thanksgiving, will sacrifice to You. What I have vowed I will make good. Salvation comes from the Lord.—Jonah 2:1-9

My Lord brought me through all of what He put me in, as He used me as the ultimate test for others. The ex husband, the plantation and the sweet man were the three ultimate tests. Sure, there were an amazing amount of tests for me, and I, too, had to go through this ultimate test, but not like these three did.

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‘Death March’

Deal! Lies kill. Lies destroy. Manipulation and living a fake life…God sees ALL!

 Death March
  
 God† brings in tests
 evil, the prince of sin
 freely plays
 for the win
 –it's all testing
 each person involved
 in each test
  
 who's going to lie
 who's going to hide
 who's going to fall
 to ego and pride
 who's going to confess
 ease their soul
 to rest
  
 who's truly the enemy
 in disguise
 in captivity
 –on their backs
 a haunting spirit
 lost in unrest
  
 who's going to pass blame
 who's the target
 of their aim
 who'll seal it
 with a kiss
 of a snake's hiss
  
 God† uses each
 for each's test
 –those fallen
 to the hiss
 covering up their sin
 for secrets
 shh, hush, hush
 are best
 protecting their darkness
 as they steal innocence
 –do whatever it takes–
 blacken a stolen light
  
 God† sends in
 the hardest tests
 –the devil's unquenchable taste
 its darkened thirst of lust–
 to those His† heart knows
 will win
 –taking its time
 in condemn–
 rebuilding
 for His† brethren
 as the eating away
 takes its place
 of the one
 who brought in sin
 or rather–
 those covering up–
 the true ones in sin
 the ones forbidding
 the healing
 protecting their own skin
 –they are the ones
 to the pit...condemned
 failing God's† tests
 for their own
 fake rest
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‘Channel’

Don’t change your independent self because of another person.

 Channel
  
 a bird flies when its free
 it stagnates
in captivity
 its colors blossom
in variety
 fading in ambiguity
 ‒plucking them out
in atrocity
  
 in nature...the act in free‒
 all the same
in its facility
 a trapping technicality
 ‒being free has its complexity
  
 as a woman
in her diplomacy
 giving true
to her effeminacy
 when treated
with significancy
  
 when she's satisfied
in her sexuality
 she falls into compliancy
 even in another's complacency
 giving up her self-sufficiency
 even her style in flossy
 being, at first
blissful in buoyancy
  
 as it goes...comes the decadency
 becoming aware
of the deficiency
 –a broken down fallacy
 as she meets each exigency
  
 outward...comes her adamancy
 as gone goes her sexy
 –an inward building pudency
 her usual controlled diplomacy
 loses its bearing
to rampancy
  
 as goes the controlling austerity
 saving-money hostility
 ‒slowly caving
in her impetuosity
  
 attention...gone its notoriety
 even her newly shaped nudity
 once praised with delicacy
 gone...with looks
words in vulgarity
 stripping
all her sexy naughty
 –leaving vagueness
in commonality
  
 lack of interest
opens a familiarity
 once ignoring
so much secrecy
 once ignoring the mendacity
 pulling forward
all its perfidy
 as gone...all her sensuality
 understanding
its diverted generosity
 she becomes lost
in recalcitrancy
 –the precious kitty lost
to lunacy
  
 all for giving her free
 to submissive captivity
 for the awakening
of her sexuality!
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‘Love in Action’

Actions, in spite of resentment, still say LOVE

 Love in Action
  
 no matter the resentment
 it was given then taken
 actions of love
 still...not just a must
but a do
  
 it's all giving
without judgment
 helping without faking
 actions in love
 doing
without needing a clue
  
 it's helping another
without commitment
 being truthful
without manipulation
 actions in love
 doing
for words are not enough
  
 it's getting over
the resentment
 ‒those taking without
returning the give
 actions in love
 still...a beautiful mark
 on the heart
in the making
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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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‘Anger’s Infest’

Anger wants you steadfast! God wants you moving forward!

 Anger's Infest
  
 feel it beneath your skin
 evil's way of getting within
 actions in horror's den
 ‒ways of evil's perfect sin
  
 it'll trap you in cussing
 it'll condemn you in swearing
 pulling at you...probing
 wanting your reaction
 for it's only satisfaction
  
 it'll take all
of your triggering notions
 you...down...dragging
 as it smiles
in sadistic laughing
 craving your giving in
 your fight...it's welcoming
 celebrating
your mind's condemn
  
 anger...evil's infested gem
 words, actions
its consistency in playing
 wanting you
self to defend
 so it can celebrate
in its win
  
 feel it beneath your skin
 evil's way of getting within
 actions in horror's den
 ‒ways of evil's perfect sin
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‘The Bitch of It’

Sometimes you just gotta to be a bitch!

A sample from Book 12

  The Bitch of It
  
 what the hell!
all of it
 you hear that, you hear this
 ‒what is it!
  
 first they want thin
then they want fat
 first they want blond
then they want black
 first they want
a down-with-it bitch
 then they want
a church-going chick
 first they want
the naught of it
 then they want just sit
 first they want
the free-thinking kind‒
 intelligent and shit
 then they make
the do-it-my-way dip
  
 what the hell!
all of it
 you hear that, you hear this
 ‒what is it!
  
 first they want
drama-free tits
 then they add the fits
 first they want
the sex-driven licks
 then they forget how to kiss
 first they want real's click
 then goes backwards the flips
  
 what the hell!
all of it
 you hear that, you hear this
 ‒setting confusion's tick
  
 it's all the bitch of it
 flip, flip, flip
 when you're trying
to get a grip
 the crap of it...clip
  
 old bitches come in to sip
 trying to slyly unzip
 when down falls
their run-away crib
  
 new bitches force in a rip
 sending those pussy pics
 flirting to get a hit
 trying to fill
voids in the flip
  
 for a secured woman's commit‒
 it's all a big trip
a playground's nip
 she doesn't have time to rip
 ‒quivering lips curl
to laugh's fit
 because....
she's the bitch of it
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‘Do Your Thing’

When they’re paving the way for another ‘thing’!

A sample from Book 12

  'Do Your Thing'
  
 standing still, so rigid
 memories return, so rapid  
 do your thing
 words that seem splendid
 once before, becoming frigid
 leaving me in stupid
  
 words that shouldn't‒ 
but still stick
 like a repeated lick
too afraid to admit‒
 concentrating on self's wick
 leaves doors open for the slick
  
 that's just not it
 it's that aged-old skit
 played out...without a script
  
 distance begins the slit
 less hugging, more anger
 words constantly in twist
 ‒making the mind constantly flip
  
 there should not be panic
 when felt before
this tactic
  
 flip, flip, flip
 skippy, skip, skip
  
 the past's certain mimic
 leaves only you in chaotic
 breaking your spirit
 turning to God for guidance
  
 less comes the kisses
every ounce of erotic
disappears in a lick
 ‒the body is just an it
 you become invalid!
time with you, the omit
 things get drastic
leaving pure conflict
 and you are the reason for it
  
 how to be so quiet
 when affection‒ 
you can't even solicit
 pushed away...again and again
 leaving you frigid
 a body drowning
in an unhealthy orbit
  
 taking you're the reason
for it
 you're not pretty enough
you're too fat, too sad
 when...in truth's logic
their argument, distance‒
 all part of the already written
transcript
 ‒no need
    to repeat it!
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