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The Picture in the Tree

It has been sitting there for seventy long years, and nobody knew that it was there, it is just a simple tree erected in the backyard surround by an overgrown lawn, the owner is out of town and the ground keeper is nowhere to be found, the dog walkers walks the dogs every other day and the mailman stop by every day taking the same mail back and forth because there is no one to answer the door.
 
 Tornadoes have come and gone and it has weather all the storm. How did it got there when the tree is parachuted into the air, the eagle must have brought it there and the more I think about it, the more my spirit fear.
 
The picture has a story to tell of how the soldiers overcame the living hell, the line on it is very fine and the texture originates from the divine. 

There is something about it that raises my curiosity, if you place it underneath a magnifying glass it will take you back in time and teach you about the origin of mankind; the picture in the tree has something for you and me, you have got to take it down and you will know where destiny is bound.
 
They have been looking up at that tree for some time and didn’t know that a mind blowing object was sitting there, you have been running up and down looking for something that is not on the ground, those houses that were torn down a few months ago has several trees standing around and you have got  to erect a tripod under it and use the telescope to penetrate.
 
You have got to measure the distance from the house to the tree and examine every root, branch and the radius above and beneath it. If I use my right hand  to toss an object in the tree, the distance and time when it land is not the same if I toss the same object with my left hand. 

Look at those symbolic lines and the gradient beneath them, the people and objects are different and it will give you the evidence of angels flying around in the heavens; it is right in front of you.
 
The picture in the tree look like trees, the picture in the tree is blowing with the breeze, come let me show you something, the picture in the trees is sweltering in the heat, it has the complete story and the key to solving the deadly mystery.
 


Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024

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