I write here against the satanic temple, co created by lucian greaves. Who have been
Allowed to post a video of ( a ritual infant murder ) otherwise called a b o r t i o n on
You-tube i beleive quite recently? I invoke
God Almighty to soften, the hardened heart' to empower those who seek fairness, and wholeness among humanity
In this misguided and wicked time..When
Evil is being promoted as benificial, and good is vilified.' And freedom of all peoples face attempts to be curtailed.'
In Jesus Name i pray.)
LIFE IS ABOUT TODAY , NOT TOMORROW: BE AWARE
Each day has its trials.
Today, shouldn’t be different;
Just give it to God:-
All days are given by God;
And He will guide you through them:
There’s crucifixion;
There’s also resurrection;
And there’s ascension:
All canvassing days given:-
In living each day,
In God’s healing grace,
Give Him the praises:
Parallel in peace and love,
Perpendicular in life:-
Each day we are given,
Just seek God’s navigation:
Jesus will guide you:-
A tomorrow may not come;
End each day in thanksgiving:
I often wonder how far too far is.
while pushing the limits of my mind,
I've wasted away the things I miss,
I'm over what some say is real,
reality to me seems like a choice,
I've broken down and decided to heal,
now I haven't any poise,
Too far honestly isn't far enough,
pushing my mind even further,
what doesn't break me makes me tuff,
for the places inside unheard of,
Although I fear where I've been,
I've lots of things that I numb,
all of a sudden here I am,
staring at the damage I've done,
A lonely tear runs down my cheek,
it's the only one I had left,
speechless when I tried to speak,
and that silence I'll never forget,
Signs are everywhere, they are like clues that help us to see clear.
Signs are messages, like when your stomach growls, it gives us the sign that we need to eat and make us feel full to continue on.
Signs come from many ways, they are like the darkness before the storm giving us time to take shelter and stay clear.
Signs are sometimes not there, we have to listen to our intuition, we have to follow our own thoughts, that make sense and lead us to a safe spot.
Signs are sometimes bad, we look at them and feel confused, and think wow, that is not true.
Signs can be good and bad, they can be placed to make you lose your way.
So, look and think, long and hard, do not rush to follow a sign, think to yourself if its good, and take care of yourself.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
You breathe in the air, dear,
since no scars could make you sad.
I was more than I thought,
but right now I am stuck here.
I am not even feeling the ground beneath my feet,
neither can I feel the pen
nor can I see any ink.
It’s all plain,
and I am scribbling,
trying to form words.
O dear me,
you are being drowned
by your sunken thoughts.
But you are able to touch,
feel, and smile, dear.
And you are too young to realize
that no one stays here.
O God,
I wish I could have been less intelligent,
as I can see fools living happily everywhere.
The molestors of the innocents..Are predators, child abusers vile and disgusting ' i have forwarded the term
pred o viles.) Not the current term in ( drainstream media over-use.') Also being
Used on independant pod-casts..)
The term is more suited to Jesus..! It makes
Me boil up to see how so many re-gurgitate the bait, that was intended to be
In common use by now..They tell you a word..A plan.? Before its in force.' If you use the term p-aedo'phile...You need to learn more ( about psyops ) do some re-search and stop being a helpfull fool.?
All blessings I am not angry with you..' I
Just ask you do due dilligence.)
satan is strong in historical knowledge.'
It is what drives him on.' It is also his biggest 'weak point.' For he reasons this.'
God is full if mercy..He sent His begotten
Son to the cross to redeem sinfull humans
Last time round so this is satans plan.' he intends to pull many into sin, so he can hold them as hostages, in the endgame..So this is why we must bring as many in to Gods Kingdom..As all who satan gains will not
Alter Gods actions.' They will be lost
Eternally..Let us arise then, and advance in Gods name.'
actually aware that times are changing
i go back to the norm and the gravely familiar
comfort and warmth there works for me
regardless of all that i am obviously missing
that is, until i decided to grab some of the keys and turn some of the locks
the amazement of the ease of all the experiences and the life skills and life lessons learned brought forth unexpected regrets that were already there as an invisible, gripping pain
before i get to old, i think that i will blow the off the dust and clean off the rust of some of the remaining keys
once i see what is on the other side of some of those remaining doors, i may keep going and change my name to sam beckett
actually more clarified that my time is running out much quicker than my sleepy mind thinks
Never again to know fresh air,
Combing worms from my matted hair.
No one remains who’d ever care —
Tied to my grave, this lonesome baire.
I must escape the sun’s harsh glare,
Tread carefully down crumbling stair,
Descend into my crypt just there,
Where I sit alone in dark despair.
Upon my ancient worm-eaten chair,
Inside my vaulted charnel house lair,
Such a sad and accursed affair —
Never to rest, always aware.
This kind of death is so unfair:
No converse, no song, no whispered prayer.
A thousand lifetimes in disrepair,
Unattended, solus, solitaire.
Harshest sentence beyond compare,
Caught in this endless undeath snare.
Naught to do but eternity stare —
And comb the damn worms from my hair.
May we be blessed to make it our objective…our intent…our goal
to be aware and to stand up any way we can
to those with a shadow on their soul..
Of all the songs
You seem to be
The tuneless one,
Less subtlety.
God's orchestra
Has dealt a hand—
More toneless rasp
Than golden strand.
I wonder if
You long to be
A star
In morning's reverie.
Do tears well up?
Perhaps that's why
You paddle more
Than flit and fly.
And yet…
I see you
Standing proud—
Such confidence
In every crowd.
You waddle round,
For pictures pose—
Such character
Without a nose.
You dress with style,
All brown and green.
There's pride in how
You peck and preen.
You're grounded,
Yet you float and glide.
No treetop nest—
You strut with pride.
So maybe I
Prejudged your tone—
Less violin,
More slide trombone.
In that, the panoply
Of life
Requires such confidence
Amid the strife.
To show us humans
Not to compare—
Just be yourselves,
Be fair and square.
And when life gives you
Orange sauce,
Puff out your chest…
Just stay on course.
Move or walk
With those you confide in
So you can do whatever you want
Without being fearful or timid.
Pay attention
So you don't, fall a victim
You never pay twice
Maybe you lost attention
Letting your opposition
To take advantage of you again.
Stay strong, stand firm
But be fragile
To those
Who wanna see you on top
Not low, so they can glow
Your circle, your elevator
Into another realm or level
The people you keep either make or break you, be aware!
Showing your beauty
By your light of nature
And by your inherited sincerity
Nothing needs deliberate
Of teaching hearts
Of the judgments by eyes
Of the planning by head
Of the making up by hands
Let them acknowledge
The feelings of déjà vu
Let them meet and collide
To spark their skyline
To light up the cool night
Let the hearts dancing freely
With the flowing ripples of quiet,
To rhyme the shiver of music
By its light of nature
Alike the flower branches
Under the starry sky
Fluttering in the breeze
No need to do anything,
No need to disturb,
Let the long-standing feeling discover
The beauty that is firmly aware
Mind of the Heart
There is a river to cross we all think impossible,
The water is deep, it seems so improbable.
We sit and wait for help to come,
But being alone begins to dawn.
How? we cry, our fear and pain already drawn.
God gives a breath for us to take,
And in that space a plan we make.
To stand up tall and build that bridge, is the How? we cried, and blindly missed.
When the task is great and there seems no sense, take God’s breath, drop your defence.
Proceed with strength and remain aware,
More than your fear dictates your fare.
Faith, the most precious of riches, has proven to be the best builder of bridges.
My mask is slipping, I try to keep it on. It makes me feel scared, All my defenses are gone.
I never keep the same face,
Most of the time I feel out of place.
Who am I? Do I want to know? I am scared to find out .
Am I a friend or am I a foe? I don't think people give a damn.
Living this life is a sham.
What do I fear? I am not really here. I don't know which way to go, I feel so low.
All I do is sit and cry I keep on going but I don't know why.
I wonder if I am insane. Why is my life such a pain?
I wish that people could see the person that is really me.
This mask I wear is just that ,a mask
its a version of me that everyone will see.
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