‘Ringing of Words’ (God)

Emergency Supply List: As it was given to me. Brief explanations follow each picture. Again what I didn’t picture is medical supplies and soaps. These are important so don’t forget these.

 Ringing of Words (God)
  
 they're written in silence
 without ignorance
 without arrogance
 just the dance
 being danced
 without needing an advance
 taking each circumstance
 each sad prance
 each happy glance
 and building them
 into a forward dance
  
 the words continue
 their ring
 through each sting
 she...My† servant sings
 the poet of things
 lost in her fling
 with what heaven brings
  
 it's just her dance
 for a future's circumstance
  
 taking the silent criticism
 taking the family mocking
 taking  a lover's indelicacies
 taking the lonely blasphemy
  
 as she hears My† voice
 in cadence
 a rhyming reverence
 for history's reference
  
 it is I†
 the singer of songs
 the lover of words
 the musician of musicians
 the creator of creation
 the strong, mighty one
 who loves and disciplines
 who conquers and reshapes
 who lives forever and ever
 it is I†: Am†
 the only living God† 
 who breathes
 who sees
 who knows all things
  
 I†  am
 I† was
 I† will always be
   

(March 18, 2021)―‘Ringing of Words’ came March 10th. Then I was tired and fought sleep for three days. God rhymed. Perfectly. Of course He would. And I’m the one to deal with how to present such holiness. Maybe one day people will understand and see that He is really speaking to me. Maybe.

He directed me to Psalms 50 and 73 afterwards. Both of them fitting for me since I’ve been thinking about a home lately. I was told to pack my apartment up. I have mostly. But I’m waiting. For what? I’m not sure yet. But I do know that this virus isn’t over. I don’t want to say that. I want it to be over. But I keep getting that it isn’t. I keep getting reminded of ‘The Adjunct’ and what came before that writing. The virus is the addition to what is coming. And what is coming? The visions.

Back in September 2019, David had me write out a list of emergency supplies including toilet paper and water. Then in October, he told me to go buy them. I did. Then in March of 2020, he told me to go buy food…at lot of it…twice. I still have this stuff in boxes. Then two days ago I’m told to lay all this out and take individual pictures and make this post. I was told that it will help those who do not speak English because this warning is not just for English-speaking people. So following this writing are the pictures of everything he told me to buy. Add to that which I did not photograph is first aid items like bandages and infection creams and soap (dish detergents and bottled and bar soaps).

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‘Strangled Times’ (Pacific Ocean Visions Continue)

A rapture is not when bodies mysteriously leave the earth as the false preachers have you believe. A rapture is when a large number of SOULS leave the earth.

 Strangled Times 
  
 a plateau has hit
 sending all into
 comfort's well-endowed sit
 a place in fit
 where no banging of fists
 lives
 just the comfort of it
  
 where money-fires are it
 where ego-seekers sip
 where pride gets its grip
  
 it's an evened-out trip
 one that'll soon
 take its dip
 ‒an allowed-incoming flip
  
 it's the plan of it
 the way of it
 the confusion of it
 a prepared dip
 for the coming
 man-driven apocalypse
 not zombies from death's grip
 as man sees it
 but death
 as in the pit of it
  
 they are zombies‒
 the walking dead
 an emptiness of spirit
 destroying
 all the good
 of it
  
 rape and pillage
 leaving ugly‒
 in the wake of it
  
 God's† hand spewing it
 for His† anger of it
  
 you won't escape‒
 His† wrathing fit
 He† asked for the praying
 of it
 you laughed at it
 pledging your idolization
 to it
 so He's† done with it
 He's† hardened
 in His† spirit
  
 it will take generations
 one, two or three
 for the complete of it
  
 then He† will hide in it
 man will have to sift
 through it
 without…out loud
 questioning it
  
 unveiling
 a deep-hidden secret
 in order
 to save it
   

Note: Again I am directed to the page February 9, 2020: Rough Waters…Millions Will Die. The cross. In almost every set of photographs, I’m sent a cross somewhere. As you can see, the cross is very pronounced.

(March 12, 2021)―I tuned in to Amazon’s Music for the awards and what songs had won. Sad. The words in some of those songs, messages…telling us all where we are headed. I know where we are headed. On August 25, 2019, I will remind you over and over, God said, ‘The Button’s Been Pushed.’ There is no…NO…turning back. Everything He has shown me in the visions, the photographs, and the writings will happen. The visions: the first parts have happened. You just don’t know God in order to understand what He sends. It’s time to learn.

Pacific Ocean Visions Continue: In I Am but Lowliness, I talk about the Rough Water Dream and Buildings Crashing Vision and how it connects to the page titled February 9, 2020: Rough Waters…Millions Will Die. Then night before last I had a serious of dreams but only one part I remember clearly: The ocean raging and when He (God) said, ‘Pacific’. Most of the visions happen on the Pacific Ocean. There is something really big that is coming and it will affect the Pacific Ocean in a major way. I can’t tell you what. I just tell you what I’m shown and told. But they all add up to a huge change.

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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 PrayerFrom 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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‘Each Time’

God is NOT a religion. He’s everything. What part of this you don’t get? Jesus is Love! Working for them is hard. People will condemn you. The pit for them!

 Each Time
 
I don't have to write
what I feel
job already spun that reel
 
job tells how you deal
he explains the real
truth...so many conceal
words...sewn up...sealed
 
that's not my drill
here's my only
needing thrill:
have I touched one heart
just one...I look around
–there is none
yes, I've found none
without a whisper
without even one word–
there's nothing to sort
easy...there comes no clutter
to even...with...bother

You've† removed
every single one
–gone
even my little ones
there's no one
so, what I have won
 
I question
You† answer
share...You† demand
help them understand
what's eating–
the hearts of man
 
still..no one
not one single one
 
each time–
comes Your† demand
take my knowledge
to this deceitful world–
take a stand
 
each time–
less I have
each time–
love...I get–
not even half
 
instead...sacrifice
at Your† hand
for woman and man
evil to withstand
but...they chalk it up
to wantings of fans
 
for penny games
the pit's national grandstand
putting everything about You†
into a circus of alien brand
 
each time–
You† ask of me: more
alone stands at my door
You† keeping me from them all–
society's beck and call

I appreciate the stall–
Your† love
throws me up against walls
for You† catch me
every time I fall
 
each time–
I ask for someone
still...no one
for I'm designed for a two
in a world
where there's so few
who to You†...are true
 
each time–
I ask and wait
each time–
tears You† bring
in sad songs
to sing
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‘Soulful Fight’

True love. When you’re willing do hard love to save another person…when you sacrifice your own self, your own heart, to force the heal, God sees. When you do that, you’ve done Jesus’ work…laying a foundation for His love to take over.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken on November 9th. The bride and groom. The sign of Jonah plays an important part in this image. Resurrection. Heal.

 Soulful Fight
 
I went after the leprosy
with everything I had–
in my raging diplomacy
 
as you crucified me
I forced my eyes in see
there was evil lurking–
in supremacy
it had you by the balls–
sucking you up
in turbulency
 
so I forced the trenchancy
put my own life–
in uneasy
fighting in urgency
in a faith-based vagrancy
using a ferocious vulgarity
mixed with heart-filled tranquility
 
it was a war in predominancy
a constant in persistency
with a Jesus†-driven prophecy
in scripture proficiency
 
I refused to give in–
to its juvenile delinquency
as it continued
its obvious redundancy
 
no...I had a certain resiliency
a God†-powered superiority
–a whole lot of
bayou-girl tenacity
 
I wavered all my
constitutionality
plus my respectability
–my inward-driven notability
 
yeah, I rebuked its notoriety
with a whole lot of animosity
a bit of flavored immaturity
–a bit of raging hostility
 
no matter the difficulty
I broke its embedded dynasty
 
all to save your soul
from a firing eternity!

‘Pledging the Way’

Ignoring reality of the truth is setting yourself up for the final judgment. Are you willing to wait eternity in the pit for that final judgment? Damn, you must be dumb!

Pledging the Way
 
God's† utopia in affect
not hard to connect
dots in dissect
 
creating bodies in alphabet
in growth–
comes the pickpocket
taking each knowing nugget
–what sticks to mind
what drives us in let
it's all stored up
in chambers of secrets
to be used against us
like a useless puppet
 
in ways of interpret
how this picker
uses each snippet
sending out lives
to the toilet
if not taught the process
of the bullet
 
if taught in correct
we'd know it's all useless
for yesterday is gone
sins brought to offset
like untying a corset
letting our hearts breath
rethink in etiquette
asking for mercy–
so in comes the flower
in violet
 
then what happened
becomes our asset
changing the blanket in forget
to a lesson to teach
in rocket
 
the how in putting our lives
on a budget
living the way
with zero regrets
–that's God's† ultimate utopia
the love in magnet
without fighting useless
 
but...there is a useless
a warring jacket
with material sockets
bleeding blood from facets
masquerading....
as beautiful sunsets
 
learning the difference
warding off the pickpocket
saying
'go ahead....
take but you can't stay'

 
–it's all a sublet
learning sin's object
then letting go–
moving into the way
the total in accept
without losing God's† gifts
that which
He's† the architect
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‘Undo What’s Done’

You are worth every bit of struggle. It is up to you to take those struggles and help others with theirs. That’s the meaning of being the body and Jesus† being the head. He† is with you. Never forget that!

 Undo What's Done
 
you are His† son
a tiny dot of sun‒
that can wage wars
beneath the stars
from so close
yet so far
 
I feel it all‒
deep inside
‒you have
what it takes
undo what's done
‒show the world
your sum
 
you are His† son
larger than life
cut by a knife
bleeding deep‒
from the inside
‒throw it, throw it
far from your outside
grow outward‒
don't hide
 
prove to Him†
you are more‒
than just a son
‒you are a light
shining
from a darkened sun

‘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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‘To Not See in Shame’

Micah adds to the importance of the Choose!

 To Not See in Shame
 
He's† coming–
He's† watching and...tired
nothing has changed
all lost in shame
playing a tireless game
for simple gain
‒forgetting His† glorious name
 
He's† coming‒
your songs are deranged
your mentality strange
believing in sports' games
gold chains and diamond rings
leaving His† name
out of range
condemning those who sang
glorifying His† name
 
He's† coming‒
152 sets the range
in time...sets the change
choose which side‒
you'll play your game
then it will be set
no more chances to change
you choose
it's your time
to arrange the change
before time
gets out of range
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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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