‘A Watchman’s Journey’

‘A Watchman’s Journey’….But if you do warn the wicked man to turn from his ways and he does not do so, he will die for his sin, but you will have saved yourself.―Ezekiel 33:1-9

 A Watchman's Journey
  
 He† called to me
  
 write what I say
 write what you see
  
 bringing me to words
 already shown
 already written
 so new words
 can flow
 and His† light
 continues to glow
  
 He† shows me what's lies
 He† shows me what's right
 as for me
 tears fall through the night
  
 the button's been pushed
 there's no turning back
  
 as from power
 He† removed the agitator
 and installed the second enabler
  
 I watch in wonder
 His† wonder
 as His plague moves
 ‒as He† said
 riots and chaos
 fires and crowds
  
 I watch His† wonder‒
 doing all the things
 He† had me write about
 ‒as I have to bite my tongue
 as He† puts before me
 false prophets
 mocking Him†
 for money and fame
  
 confusion is set
  
 He† tells me
 as Jesus† sends words
 to teach
  
 heal...His† primary demand
 heal hearts plagued with shame
 Jesus' words to get
 ‒hanging onto them
 like a leech
 bypassing man's interpretations
 for the divine
 ‒where only truth
 I find
  
 He† called me
 He† opened my ears
 He† opened my eyes
 after He† resurrected 
 my I
  
 now it's only His† time
 that I make time
 for what He† has shown
 all nations headed to doom
 is coming
 ‒with zero power
 in stopping 

Note: The top photograph was taken September 13, 2019: Messages byway of the Sun: My 5:55 Lake Visits. You can laugh and say all the markings that David points out and I write about are just camera tricks, etc., etc. God, through all of this, sends me signs because He says, ‘You’re human.’ So after the big visions and preparing me for massive amounts of photographs and why He was doing this, He did what He did to the second photograph. This was a set of three photographs my sister put together many moons ago, way before 2012, for Mother’s Day. It had a glass front but during one of my moves, the glass broke. So, I had set the photograph on my dresser and when I returned home from one of these photo-taking adventures, there it was. The symbols you see there where NOT part of the photographs before! They just appeared. The orb on my daughter’s mouth and the symbol on mine is telling me that it is our mouths that keep us apart! My mouth affects her mouth. With my son, it’s what I say that affects His mind and that I need to think more about him! In the first picture the symbol is on my forehead. God calls me Truth. The symbol is in between my eyes. Later, as you can witness in the photographs of my face during this receiving the third eye, the photographs that David allows me to see him, is between my eyes or covering the top of my eyes. I’m told that ALL the symbols in these pictures as well as the sun’s reflective rays on the water have meaning. It’s a math thing. I’m not math. He said that there are people in this world who know what they are. I will leave that to them. My job was just to take the pictures and post them for the world, all nations, to have access to them. I did my part.

(July 1, 2021)—I’m tired. I know what I hear and I know what I see and it is exhausting trying to get anyone to listen. They don’t care. They want to spend all their energy blaming and accusing yet they have not one bit of reasoning behind actually protecting their lives. They bitched about the masks, called everyone who wore them sheep, controlled hypocrites. Then they complied, but…but…they hated being the SAME. Vaccines…of the rush kind…all those screaming sheep ran to get those vaccines.

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