‘Listen! Oh Arrogance’ and ‘Your Mother’s Tears’

Shackles. Black ones around solid white pigeons. Spin tops. What does it mean?

 Listen! Oh Arrogance
  
 you say you are christian
 but clearly‒
 it's a thoughtless decision
 ‒leaving out the crucifixion
  
 so here's something
 in consideration:
  
 we aren't in competition
 we ARE in cultivation
 separate in conception
 separate in our conclusion
 but in between‒
 we are to help each's corrosion
 through a mere conversation
 to help the conversion
 that needs to take place
 in our resurrection
  
 it's a wiping away
 of the contamination
 of the corruption
 without basking in the explosion
 without leaving another
 in the concussion
 without some caution
 ‒a given salutation
  
 be careful...your declarations
 you are also
 under evaluation
 by the One†
 in charge
 of your creation
  
 listen carefully
 to the instructions
 there was only One†
 made into perfection
 ‒the Harvester†
 waiting for your retribution
 ‒it's an individual
 invitation
 by-way of the vine‒
 the collection
 by-way of the faith
 in sanctification
 by-way of
 preservation 

Note: The photograph that leads this writing was taking on September 12, 2019. That day was amazing as all of those days were. You can find this set of photographs under the page title ‘My 5:55 Lake Visits‘. Everything that David explained to me is in the notes under each photograph. The sun and the rays are very important in the message God is sending. All of the orbs and the symbols are not camera tricks. They are what God wanted for you to see. Including what He does to my face. He’s talking. It’s up to you to hear.

(April 10-13, 2021)―Two works for you to read ‘Laying It Down‘ and ‘Tell Me, My Lord†’. They were both written in 2019. The first is instruction on some Jesus love and the second is a prayer from my heart about myself. Yes, myself. We have to first look within ourselves before we can start thinking of fixing others, or planting those God seeds. It is of false hope if you take on God’s work before fixing yourself.

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‘Syllables of Gems’ (Jesus)

THIS WAS GIVEN NOVEMBER 9, 2019! Of all the things, this was the most revealing! When I saw everyone wearing masks in March 2020, David brought me back to this particular frame, which I have posted over and over to show that this isn’t fake, that I am indeed speaking to Jesus and God and that David is real.

 Syllables of Gems (Jesus)
  
 He† stands firm
 His† words are just
 He† condemns or honors us
 depending on the tests
  
 His† righteousness
 spills on all of us
 not some nimbus
 adding to forgetfulness
 not anything colorless
 or even odorless
  
 He† is
 the bulk of liveliness
 breathing
 without anything less
  
 His† words are poundingness
 old and new
 without hopelessness
 but filled through Jesus†
 ‒a kind of love
 that brings togetherness
  
 hurry, hurry
 all of them...digest
 they will soon disappear
 ‒a hiding magnus
  
 so many volumes
 so many mediums
 puff...gone in selfishness
  
 not much of a struggle
 ‒'a hiding in lifelessness
 for not enough
 will fight
 for such righteousness
  
 too many
 like the play
 of evilness
  
 so off, off, off
 a planet in disruptedness
 as shhh......He† goes
 in willingness
  
 'a hiding from the temptest
 so prophecy awakens
 in willfulness
   

(January 19, 2021)—The following frames were taken November 9, 2019: Certainty of Visions. The art of the woman in the first picture clearly shows a woman wearing a mask. You see her eyes right above the mask. That image was in the shadows on the water behind me. David had to point this out or else I would have never saw it. This whole, entire photoshoot was to reveal God in a very creative way. The images of art in the shadows changes less than a second apart. I was overwhelmed and wanted to blow up ALL the frames, over 1,000, but God put a halt to it because I was so overwhelmed. THIS WAS GIVEN NOVEMBER 9, 2019! Of all the things, this was the most revealing! When I saw everyone wearing masks in March 2020, David brought me back to this particular frame, which I have posted over and over to show that this isn’t fake, that I am indeed speaking to Jesus and God and that David is real. God revealed Himself to you over and over through these photos but so many lies have spewed over the centuries that you can’t see Him! Open your eyes. Pray that they get opened!

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‘Wasted Time’

God sends signs all the time, but you still don’t get it. You have to learn His process first! War. Blood shed. Fighting over 136 acres of land…you DO NOT KNOW GOD!

Wasted Time
 
you're constantly trying
you're constantly studying
–so much time...wasting
gone are your days
as you praise
then argue and fight
in constant delay
 
how...how are you
living the way
 
tell me...honestly
all this strife
blood dripping on grounds
children dying so young
women raped and beat
killing, killing
 
how...how are you
living the way
 
can a child lead a lion
do cats and dogs get along
how...when colors of skin
cause you to bend
when shepherds
can't keep watch
instead build walls, laws
sending innocent men
to gold-controlled pins
 
oh where! oh where!
is the way
 
His† blood shed
with just words to say
a voice against this hate
put you in mixed sedate
 
signs! oh signs!
always looking behind
yesterday is yesterday
how is that today
when you pillage away
what He† came to save
 
wars are wars
weapons are weapons
the road...the way
is the only one paved
raising you up
out of the grave
 
see...hear
in the heart
the sign is near
always in awake
 
He's† staying put
patient in the wait
a new earth
another journey
–before that day
 
a renewing of spirit
until you get it
 
see...hear
destruction does await
–the way out
the saved
living the way
–is their new day
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‘Backlash’

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
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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
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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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‘Renewing Spirit’ and ‘The Awakening’

For the Children…It’s a CHOICE!

 Renewing Spirit
 
I wake up to an empty dawn
raise my hands up
give thanks...without a yawn
knowing I wasn't deceived
I wasn't a pawn
by the One† wiser
than a fawn
 
take me, take me whole
in Your† arms...hold
for I'm just in mold
clay being recast
in gentle's bold
 
awaken me
give me strength
take me from death‒
wash away my sins
put joy in my heart
weaken this defensive anguish
steady my hands
calm my pulse
give me the words
to speak to them
like a boss
 The Awakening
 
it is of great joy
those willing to voice
‒given a sincere choice
bent over
wrapped in foil
thrown out
like a broken toy
 
those from suffering
will be the saving
their choice
in their hearts
no need to sort
 
the warnings
are coming to pass
make the choice
make it last
listen to words
already cast
fires in blast
soon to be coming fast
 
love, love one another
protect each other
from evil's smother
know life
know how to cover
shielded in hope
for your coming Brother†
 
don't be weary
don't be tired
for the light isn't a liar
but from the One† higher
the One†, your deliverer
your mother, father
brother, sister
your everlasting Father†
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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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