‘Just Cause: An Adamanel Phase’ (Yeshuah)

‘No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the Kingdom of God.’―Matthew 8:18-22; Luke 9:57-62

Just Cause: An Adamanel Phase (Yeshuah)

be well in your thinking
time moves at its pace
a slow and precise one
not known or discovered

have the rhymes tricked you?

have they stunned you
yet?

have they caused Wonder
and appreciation
that the Father† could speak
so adamanel?

do you wonder the reason
yet
or are you slow in Understanding?

let Me†, Yeshuah†
continue to explain
so maybe Understanding
will become clear

don't haste in your awakening
but don't stay asleep
to the Wonder
set before you

don't be quick
in you calling of conspiracy
many Words have been given
over the centuries
many have taken Truth
and blended it
with aged-old traditions
taught by man
to match their own Understanding

things are not what they seem
but the Father's† ways
in all their mysteries
are for the better of man

slow down and seek Clarity
before acknowledging
what you think you know

it is Righteous
to seek Clarity
before gaining popularity
to fit inside a society
that is developed for gain

the Father's† ways
are not for gain
but for Understanding
building Strength
where weakness lies

let's talk traditions for a while
many claim I†, the Son†
am God†
I† never claimed to be God†
I† said We† are one
yes, I† said that
We† are
just the same as you are
one with the Father†

I† am the Son†
the first Son†
your Clarity is mixed
for reason

take hold of this Comfort
I† am not God†, the Father†
I† am His† Son†
sent to Clarify His† plans
for the future
you are part of this future

I† was sent
though I† have always been
to open a door
pave a Way
to the Father's† house

through Me†
He† revealed Himself†
in what man can do
if his Faith was pure

if he had Strength
from within
he could heal with his hands
he could speak to the wind
tell the wind to calm
and the wind would calm

this is unspeakable Power
the world does not Want
you to have
for it has no Faith within

I† hold back the prophet
her Words are Powerful
and many have come True
just think
if I† released her hands
but I† hold them back
for reason

the healer is being prepared
one unlikely
one you will ignore as well
I† will touch his hands
through the prophet of Words
and he will heal
for I† am healing him
his Faith is weak
but I† am Strengthening it
for his belief in the prophet
will come first
a mother foretold
through the pen
that lays in the hands
of a prophet

she doesn't Need to speak
around the Words given
nor does she Desire
to hide Them
for I† have taken her Fear
of the world
away

her boldness
comes from Me†, the Son†

look at the day
it is a beautiful day
the birds sing
the animals roam
the plants grow
as it has from the beginning

man is changed
those of the Earth
remain the same
although man weeds them
for his benefit alone

a change is coming
as is told through these Words
the future will Need Them
as precise as They are
as many as They are
to explain what was given
ancient blends with ancient

this time
this time that has come
has been precisely explained
by the Father†

the prophecy of long ago
does not just talk about Me†
the year of the Lord's† Favor
but also about Destruction
I† returned to emphasize
this time to come

you Need these things
being given by the Lord†
the Father† in Heaven
to prepare the young
so they can prepare their young

the Earth Needs to heal
the Father† will heal her
it has already begun

you cannot stop
what the Father† has set in motion
your Power cannot
overcome His†

He† is over all
and all will endure
His† wrath

it is no longer about one people
I† changed that
I† opened the door
for all peoples to have a chance
to enter the Father's† house
the path is narrow
still
for few choose to Repent

the map was given
the instructions
on how to find this path
but Greed overcomes so many
for the pleasures of the world
are inviting and soothing

I† offer a different kind of soothing
come to Me† and trust in Me†
and you will see these things
I† speak of

do you wonder how I† can
get the prophet of Words
to write these Words
then give Them to you?

I† show her things
I† reveal things to her
small things
things…when you read
about them
leads you to judge
her stability!

her stability is find
for she walks with Me†

your ability to judge
is the choice given
be careful
for you are being watched

the prophet of Words sits alone
no one goes to her
she should be surrounded
all wondering what I†
or the Father† will say next
but instead she is shunned
she is very strong
for I† make her strong

even to write this
Words I† speak of her
she cringes
but writes Them anyway
for I† am with her
all to help you
see Me†!

she is My† vessel to get to you
all peoples
especially all mothers
come to Me†
and I† will show you
the path laid

seek this instruction
seek all given
so you can prepare your young
for the end of the age

go in Peace
then Peace I† will give you

Note: ada manel is Indonesian for ‘there is a manual‘. 2026: Ada manel is Indonesian for ‘There’s a control panel.’; Ada man el is Spanish for ‘Adam man the’ or ‘the man Adam’.

(May 14, 2023)—The sound I heard was ‘a-da-ma-nel’. The only thing close to this was ‘adamant’…that sounded like what I heard. Adamant means refusing to be persuaded or to change one’s mind, which makes sense if you’ve read all that God has sent to me to give to you. I have been given many words that I am not accustomed to using and even foreign phrases. I give you them just as I heard them. This particular sound, as I was looking it up and got to adamant, the clock read 3:33. I know because my eyes moved to the clock for some reason…I checked the time for no reason at all.

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‘Dreams Upon Dreams’ (Yeshuah)

They don’t see Earth as God does. She is His lady, His footstool, His creation. The Potter’s clay constantly evolving. She matters more than you. You respect her. He respects you. It is that simple.

Dreams Upon Dreams (Yeshuah)

imaginations are vast
there are Good ones
there are bad ones
to learn the difference
takes Humbleness

what is Humbleness?
it is Simple
respecting Earth
and all that she is

it is respecting people
Understanding
the vast amounts
of differences
accepting

staying focused
on the Lord's† Words
and all that He† says
all His† Truth

not parts of it
to suit your situation
not parts of it
to make Light
of your darkened thoughts

it is I†
the One that adhered
to all His† commands
as I†, Yeshuah†, had to give
new commands
but
staying with the old

I† had to stick
to His† Word
the Father†
while giving new
by replacing old
with one:
Love

it is not easy
stripping a tradition
from under stiff-necked
people
who like how previous
generations
molded their own ways
into the Father's ways

these ways of man
are not the Father's† ways

these ways of man
all from the imagination
of man
their own ways
to make their Selfishness
seem Righteousness

it isn't

building on high places
sitting in high places
are ways of man
ways of the world
and the strongest way
to see what lies
in a human's heart

Comfort can come
from many things
things don't breathe
they just sit there
monuments of stuff
not helping anyone

Comfort comes from
what breathes

Humbleness doesn't come
from things
it comes from what is
how you use the imagination
for the Good of man
from all aspects
not some
all

if what you imagine
disrespects Earth
in any way
but brings Comfort
to man
by things
it is a defeated purpose
a helpless try
disguised in wealth
of the world

the poorest of the poor
have My† sympathy
if only they would ask
My† giving
is Simple
to keep you Humble
to keep your soul safe

it is not in riches
that you find this kind
of 'safe'

be well with your Life
understand
right and wrong
adhere to right
even if wrong

the tempter's song
bullies you
teases you

right is the way
wrong is of the world

the imagination
a Vastness of thoughts
has to be sorted
prayed on
and wondered about

just because millions
of people
Want what you imagined
doesn't make it right

I† am He†
the One and only Son†
go in Peace
then Peace I'll† give you

(April 23, 2022)—I was awakened twice this morning. Once at 2:22 and once at 4:44. No joke. Then this morning I got 22 and 44 again. I’ve been up to ‘a thing’ lately. In fact, just the last few days. It’s a testing of sorts. I’m looking at buying a house. I’m not wealthy by any means. I live on a fixed income and I make do. In my mind, this house is extraordinary. I can have a vivid imagination and design beautiful things when I want or desire. It’s just that: Thoughts. What God has in mind, and I’ve always known, is simplicity. Humbleness. So, in the process of buying this house, which I’ve gone through the steps of the pre-approval process and picking a place that is simple, but being careful of what I asked for, because I’m fighting these thoughts of ‘much‘. It isn’t easy in the world that we live in.

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‘Love’s Breath’ (Yeshuah)

Who will come and control the world? Who will bring disaster and war? We will: The ones who struggle with faithfulness.

Love's Breath (Yeshuah)

don't open your heart
if you can't be True
stay sealed inside
like so few

here's a clue
on what to do

I† had a passing view
as the clock struck two
one fine day
when I walked away

not a causal walk per say
but it was still a walk
and I† did go away

I† opened My† heart
totally…that day
there's nothing you can say
to make this go away

there's a lot of things
I† did say
before the day
I† walked away

there are a lot of things
I† didn't say
that you say today
that I† said yesterday

why such the stray
as traditions
you continue to portray?

I† knew My† heart was True
I† told you everything
you should do
I† told you what was to come
what would come True

I† offered all the clues
right before eyes
I† spoke to ears
who stood beside Me†

still…it was too vast
in nature
it was too much Love
it was too much
that wasn't 'stuff'
to make them give up
say 'enough'

it was too much

now look at them
a parade formed
after that day
the day I† walked away

they used My† walking away
not to regret actions
but instead
to gain a place

the surrender so sweet

they said then...Love
was too hard
as you say today
a rematch of the Words
I† did say

He† called Me† 'Salvation'
it is up to you
to seek Me†

your week in ritual
will not do
hypocrites do rituals
ceremonies and parties
without a Word spoken
about Salvation
instead gossip rings True

here I† am

Salvation

go inside and pray
don't be like the hypocrite
the showmen
in all their fancy dress
and masquerades

I† speak in Truth
Yeshuah†
the only thing I† can do
for the Father†
is over all
including Me†

His† commandments are sound
Just

Love

Salvation

it's the Way
the Way
that's been already paved
that day
I† walked away
leaving it behind
so We'd meet someday

(April 12, 2022)—After I was given ‘Love’s Breath’, I was led to Daniel 11:36-45. Greed. I think many have been looking for the wrong thing. God sees the world differently. He sees beings. Emotions are beings to God. Greed. Hate. Love. Happiness. Envy. Pride. The list is long.

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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 prices
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!

(April 24, 21019)—I was sent to a heart specialist today. Although I’m 50, I’m always the youngest in the room when it comes to things like this. (I started saying this phrase back in 2013 when I returned to the VA. I was always the youngest in the room back then.) So, I’m sitting there going through Scriptures, keeping my mind occupied. I didn’t want to think about why I was there. Then I got called to the back. A slew of tests were ordered, including a monitor, which I’ll have to wear for a week.

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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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‘Humble of Mercy’

You Want It to Be! So Bad….

A sample from Book 12

 Humble of Mercy
 
she shivered in the sun light
thinking of words in the night
take care of yourself
make this all count
it's not as bad as it seems

 
–wondering...
if this is really all right
 
she covers her eyes from the bright
words...thoughts in her head
filling her morning's sight
you've heard this before
words of deception
he doesn't want you no more
don't let 'fool' be your salvation

 
‒wondering...
why the needless blight
 
then the bible's insight
saying it's going to be all right
 
the unease feels her insides
but her heart digs in tight
it was always him‒
since all the darkened twilight
why so hard to get it right
why so much fight
 
she washed her face
forced a smile to the light
dawned her makeup
ignored age's height
the saddened night
throwing sorrow to the wind‒
the need to cry...howl
all night
 
her heart sits right
she adhered to the boundaries‒
set outright
time needed with the light
she can't fight
without insight
cleansing her insides, beautying her outsides
letting the magic pour from God†
as age moves on
lessening her life
–each piece
becomes more precious, more fragile
 
learning not anymore
to gamble
what's wrong, what's right
just listening to the light
without a fight

(September 26, 2018)—

Keep me safe, O God, for in You I take refuge. I said to the Lord, ‘You are my Lord; apart from You I have no good thing.’ As for the saints who are in the land, they are the glorious ones in whom in all my delight. The sorrows of those will increase who run after other gods. I will not pour out their libations of blood or take up their names on my lips. Lord, You have assigned me my portion and my cup; You have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.

I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I have set the Lord always before me. Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, because You will not abandon me to the grave, nor will You let Your Holy One see decay. You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in Your presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand.―Psalm 16

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‘Knife’

Surviving the Knife of Those Who Betray You!

A sample from Book 12

(April 21, 2018)—That knife becomes weaker when we gain the support of others, when we start to see the true meaning behind our life. That knife doesn’t come out that easy especially when you see everyone’s true disclosure.

There’s so much to say, then there’s nothing to say. I have this much on my mind: If they don’t want to see you, it doesn’t matter what you say or do, they won’t see you.

I’ve said a lot here on Facebook. I revealed a lot…but there’s a lot I haven’t revealed. So you only get a piece of the puzzle…never the whole picture. Why? Because I do have a life and part of that life is private as for everyone else. There’s a lot of pain I cover up…and, yes, there is still pain. There will always be pain because an entire portion of my life has been wiped out…and not by choice.

I tried calling my daughter. It appears that she’s changed her number. I think that odd because the words I last typed her in text were answers to words she said to me, but I’m held totally accountable. Why? Oh, because I’m 49 years old and should know better. I’m the mom…but that doesn’t come into affect when I’m called by my name instead of Mom. Just saying….

 Knife
 
it was put in there‒
nice and tight
when I move around
to the left, to the right
it reveals its price
‒how it changed my life
the strength it took‒
robbing my mind
the way it makes me wanna fight
even if it isn't right
even if I said...say...things impolite
I was...am...gonna fight
‒even while speaking of the light
 
at times, I feel like a poltergeist
a faded memory...sliced and diced
forgotten the way I was
forever entombed in what I've become
not a homicide
‒a genocide of all that was nice
womanly, motherly...dignified
downgraded to a parasite
‒not fit for normal's life
 
should I be lost in contrite
bowed down in pity...outright
or was I absolutely right
turning childlike
begging for help‒
from Yeshuah, the Christ†
 
who has the right to decide‒
I'm the sacrifice
in order for them‒
to have their paradise
 
who had the right‒
shift truth to lies
bury this knife
in what used to be‒
a mother, sister, daughter, wife
 
in me...it so mystifies
how everyone becomes tongue-tied
when abuse is in transcribe
‒the victim screams in alive
how extreme...me...it mortifies
that, no matter which way‒
death...comes in die
twist, twist, twist the knife
gone daughter, sister, mother, wife
 
rebuilding exemplified
the alibis become jives
words in wisdom...just implied
while words...wombs...rob the mind
memories of building the first life‒
took one times forty-five
 
pull, pull, pull out the knife
time in modify
is there another forty-five
my, my, my how it mystifies
what comes of‒
pulling out the knife
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‘Allegorium’

What it takes to keep love!

A sample from Book 11

 Allegorium
 
(what is it in life
if you can't tell
wrong from right
to see in sight
what is of great heights
to know
from a wrong fight
and a right fight
‒one worth the cry
one not worth the try)
 
there was a yell, a scream
an act of rage
mixed in scents of sage
 
she would leave
she would leave today
her bags...she began to pack
‒the stress off her back
 
she voiced everything
she wanted to sack
her mind lost in a haze
remembering
all those great days
‒reasons why she stayed
 
anger filled in a maze
this way, that way
‒which path to take
 
wanting to run
in spite of the fun
then in comes the pun‒
standing eye to eye
tears suddenly
fill in cry
 
we just can't be together  

shaking
coming from deep inside

I know

each not willing to move‒
standing their ground
knowing
without making a sound
it all comes down
to mixes in race
different traditions
different tastes
 
but that's just the base
to what lies beneath‒
experiences
in the lace
 
wanting her to stay
knowing
his moments in rage
‒can't keep her in a cage
from her mind
it won't fade
searching
for words to say
 
wanting nothing in fright
in his dark eyes‒
seeing the willing light
wanting her to seek it
please make it bright
understand the hard in my life
for it, I had to fight
sealing up everything inside

 
confusion succumbed‒
the sudden in rays
from his silent, pleading glaze
it's not just his aces and eights
that's on the take
 
she adds up the sum
to it, he wasn't dumb
every piece, every crumb
has to be sorted‒
to smooth out
the constant lump
 
another chance
another steady ride
taking each side
‒what's buried in hide
no matter how many lows and highs
wobbling
through pass homicides
all those moments‒
others confused their minds
making them want to pounce‒
in anger...quickly dive
 
thinking through it‒
hearing every sound
warnings, confusion, heart‒
feeling the surface of found
wondering where its bound
this constant round
has to sooner or later
release its hound
when wanting to stay
is all around
 
softly relaxing
the lines on her face
that unconditional
is not in a trace
‒it's in the base
of foundation's lace
without living in a race
 
what others see as a toxic tray
may just be
the difference in race
in raised traditional's case
‒angers set in
wanting to be erased
 
each learning to let go‒
what once slapped them
in the face
releasing anger's ways
that keeps trapping them
in a haze
‒exploding in a blaze
 
what is it in life
if you can't tell
wrong from right
to see in sight
what is of great heights
‒to know Yeshuah's† life
why for us, He† died
 
love is worth the ride
for it, pay the price
for the reward
everlasting life
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‘Depths of Heart’

Mind your heart or others will not!

A sample from Book 11

 Depths of Heart
 
protecting self‒
not letting any other
put it on a shelf
seems to be utmost important
‒above anything else
 
for in self
happiness lies
rises high
above health
any amount of wealth
‒pulling the heart
out of hell
out of the darkest well
 
for in truth heart dwells
untied from man's inhuman belt
released from whatever shelf
man tries to impel
keeping the heart from melt
‒happiness locked in a cell
 
get out, get out
see yourself‒
way deep inside
where happiness compels
in heart
where it truly swells
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‘Source’

Anxiety created from the fight against codependency!

A sample from Book 11

  Source
 
she waits‒
closes her eyes
breathes deep
‒her face tingles
her heart races
her palms sweat‒
a heat under her skin
rises...coming quick
 
shh...she repeats to herself
 
each sound
each speck of light

builds the burning

she fights
 
shh...again and again
 
don't do it...not again
she begs repeatedly
 
settle down, please
 
begging, begging

the exploding need

building, building
 
forcing her mouth closed
forcing her body steal
‒as tears stream down her face
 
begging, begging
 
can't you see...anyone
can't you see

I'm trying, trying...
my grip is slipping...

 
as she loses control‒
her mouth yells
or her tears fall
‒no matter who's around
down, down, down
she falls
 
back to a child‒
innocent, broken
just for a while
 
'til she regains
strengthens
to go
one more round
in life's paradigm
where between herself
and herself
she fights
 
hoping, hoping
 
the next time‒
she'll steady the line
‒that too often...
breaks her holding-together vine
 
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