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As Socrates calmed the council by speaking up,
Í, slow and aged, being sentenced to drink from the cup.
Being condemned by truth as guilty iniquity,
injustice phenomena throughout antiquity.
Í abide my sentence and so will you all,
perhaps it ought so to be, by a greater call.
My prophetic voice as guardian deity,
must warn you about trifling affairs of society.
Laws of nature and reverse equality to action,
will cause your spheres to become the sanction.
Death for me is impossible by mental discipline,
privation of all senses is the sleep without dream.
A passage from soul to soul in the eternal night,
prayers with respect to death, turning of the light.
I bear no resentment towards my accusers,
intention caused by fears belong the losers.
As long you care more for power and riches,
or anything else before virtues above, which is.
Time to depart for me to die, for you to cheer the live,
knowing that my journey as soul has no deprive.
Where are you're accusers?
I looked around
"There's no one left,
just stones upon the ground
They turned away
and left me, one by one."
He took my hand and smiled,
"Your freedom's won!"
That's how I feel right now,
if truth be told
The moral of this story
shines like gold
I think of those who meant
to cause me pain
they wrote the words
that brought the tears like rain
And though they bowed me low,
I did not break
the test of time I stood
My pride at stake
Where are your accusers?
I look around
there is no trace of them
there's not a sound
and time bears witness
to this age old creed:
"Accusers must disperse...
accused be freed!
Eileen Manassian
Two millenia past, and more.' A night gathering of the
Sanhedrin, which is i beleive of un-law? So not by day under
Gods sun, as Gid advised Moses, justice should be seen to
Be done, Yeshua knew that wrong would be done He also
Knew His accusers ' everyone' tortured and crucified unto
Death, just after forgiving His tormentors, he gave His last
Breath' He was taken down 'His body intact' no bones
Were broken. and such is the fact.' They took His body to
Josephs tomb, wrapped Him and left, they were full of
Gloom.' Yet Jesus In spirit went to hell, in the lowest depths
Did He show and tell ' many beleived and hastened to His side ' He ascended with them to our Father, the Word holds
No lies.' And then great power filled that room all of a sudden a light Intense, etched His form into those sheets.'
There is blood that has been traced and Its living still.' So We hear now my people a great light shone, enough power To shake the earth through the bedrock shows, and so now on to this one' His photo was taken, how typical said the athiest yet His Father
Could have had no camera..' As they were not invented
I hope my point is well taken.?
The mountains engulf and embrace me,
Like the sun shining through a window,
Pulverising the darkness and gloom,
With hopefulness and truth,
Making me aware of my possibilities,
Not numerous but few -
Allowing me to choose between two.
I prioritise, and focus just on one goal,
Resolve to achieve my ambition,
Find in myself my actions and am spurred on,
To proportion the gulf which stares up at me:
The chasm flees when normal people interact;
The unsaid but spoken disappears instantly,
Providing me with care constantly.
The view exists as humankind exists,
But while many people beg to differ with one another,
Nature eats up those who can't be edified -
Those who augment it with a god to trace,
Whatever is said, whatever is done,
Mustn’t be normal, easy - natural,
But rather should be contrived and conventional.
That we evolved is dear and liberating,
As a lover who wets her beholder’s cheek:
Faithful relationships soothe our spirits,
Connecting us with nature and public;
I know I came from the mountains and the hills,
From which I take courage, vigour and have duty,
From rugged, sheer beauty.
Is this beauty crude, or does it manage,
The looks of my accusers who bare me?
It dismisses them with assumptive glare,
Kindness gently certifies their stabbing buzz,
Until heaven and hell are constructs waiting to touch:
Which, but for the inside’s surmise, will indeed myself mar,
And but for my silent thoughts, which do the spartans bar.
The view also relinquishes flightiness for me to pour,
Over the collars of the parallel and the same:
Marched in by sociopathers, the directors of freedom;
I receive from naturalism’s stance, it's posit,
Billowing amounts of heart, drive and chance,
And decide to accept the opportunities which will embrace -
In concern - with well-being, affection and grace.
My suspicions, intentions and instincts see the complex,
How it should be deconstructed, with pleasure,
Out with the validated by a clergyman or Christian leader,
Who evince as harder and more boring than nails;
What entails then stimulates on into waving meadows,
And so, not silenced by the silence I sit in having cried -
Feeling accepted and taken - I'm respected to them deride.
When you saw that I had words
That were worthy of weight
You decided I was special
With access to the City's gate
When you saw that I survived
Great suffering and pain
You decided to get from me
Whatever you could gain
When you saw that I learned fast
Anything put before my heart
You decided I was the beginning
Of a fresh, from the throne, start
....to your throne
When you saw that doors opened
Outward to my vision
You decided that my God
Could also be YOUR provision
When you saw that I walked in grace
Among the wicked and vile
You decided I had the "stuff"
To help get you through your trials
When you saw that blessings poured
On and around me, from the heavens
You decided that you would get more
If you provided the leaven
...for your kingdom
Oh, but the moment, I looked like failure
And all the blessings were crushed to ashes
You withdrew yourself from the presence
Of my LOVE's necessary lashes
You quickly joined the throng around my tree
And provided the nails that bound me
....to death
I have no comparison for the agony of destruction
And the ripping of the soul from rejection
All are reduced to a mirror in my hand
So that my accusers will experience the power of deflection
This is the problem with worthy
When it lies in the hands of humanity
The height, depth, and breadth of LOVE
Will always be reduced by intelligence to insanity
I admit it!
LOVE has me
I am held captive...in my WILL
I WILL die for LOVE, with LOVE, and in LOVE, with my LOVE, no matter
...............the cost
Only a fool plunges in without weighing
The cost of treasure he wishes to possess
I am a fool above all fools
Because I found that nothing is more pricey than HIS REST
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-25-2018
The two rulers were King Ahab and Queen Jezebel
from the city Jezreel, in the land of Israel.
A vineyard owned by another man in the city
became a very coveted piece of property.
This is a plot of ground stationed in propinquity
to the royal couple’s palatial facility.
King Ahab sought a vegetable garden for the land.
He’d pay any price, no matter how great the demand.
The man owning the property was Naboth by name.
He was a prominent subject of Jezreel with fame.
Always a proud man forever loyal to his king,
Naboth declined the king’s great offer for everything.
“I cannot sell the land of my fathers,” he would say.
Therefore, dejected Ahab got up and went away.
Later that night, the king and queen were in the palace.
The king’s presence invoked the queen’s inherent malice.
Queen Jezebel noticed the king’s languid sullenness.
She asked, “Why do you have this sudden unhappiness?”
Ahab told her of the unfortunate happening.
Hearing this made her question the power of the king:
“What you have told me is the most ridiculous thing
The words you have spoken have an unfamiliar ring.
I‘ll show you how it‘s done. I can handle everything!”
She wrote a letter to the officials of Jezreel
told what they had to do, and affixed the king’s seal.
The message told them to place Naboth in position.
Two mendacious accusers in a situation
will remark of Naboth’s unfaithfulness and treason.
Once you do this, before Naboth takes another breath,
all of you shall take him outside, and stone him to death.
With the mission accomplished, the queen received the word.
Here was the brief evil speech of the queen the king heard:
“Naboth is dead my king; I said it would not be hard.
Therefore, go king of Israel and claim your vineyard.”
The prophet Elijah soon appeared before the king,
This man of God conveyed the Lord’s message he did bring.
“Your blood shall be spilled here, and also that of the queen.
Dogs will consume Jezebel, and little will be seen.”
Societal Issues & Perilous Times
By: Miracle Man
5/20/2021
Today, we are living in a world of chaos,
where many are engrossed in driving wedges.
Anyone who is different is fair game and racist.
Social justice, woke, and Cancel Culture is the narrative.
It’s like living in an old class B western movie.
Gun sales are skyrocketing, and many conceal carry.
We destroy past things and modify what we teach,
in an attempt to change History by polluting young minds.
Too many have the victim mentality seeking something free,
and demand compensation for wrongs that happened years ago.
Count your blessings and pray for our elected leaders
for truly we may be living in the last days.
Tom
2 Timothy 3:1-13 King James Version
3 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. 2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, 3 Without natural affection, truce breakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, 4 Traitors, heady, high-minded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; 5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. 6 For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, 7 Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.
Continuation of
Part IV: FORGIVENESS
Today Mariah of Magdala,
It's written not only of you but of your enemies
Do you discover Mariah of Magdala
We are all alike
In pitch dark, we hide our deeds
Our hearts judges know each of our secret doing
Yet we claim to be purer
Easier than it has been to curse out another
Mariah of Magdala!
Not a stone crushed on you
Did the earth swallow your accusers?
Where did your accusers turn to?
Were you in your own fear?
Did you witness their impurity?
Did the heavy hands find an emerging engagement?
Oh, was there a hasty chase call?
For they all left without conviction
The pain of your suffering. Mariah of Magdala
Understood by love
The pain of your deprival, Mariah of Magdala
Perceived by love,
The weight of your burden Mariah of Magdala
Lifted by grace
Oh, Mariah of Magdala!
How did it feel at His feet?
At that stint of most horrific verve
Your world stood still
But full of space
Being filled with divine love
Pain translated to eternal joy
Confusion met with a deeper understanding
Suffering filled out with bliss
Sorrow being afflicted to joyfulness
Animosity met with peace,
Lethargy killed with patience
Kindness kissed away hostility
Immorality bolted out with goodness
Your treachery hid by faithfulness
Oh, Mariah of Magdala!
The true assurance of divine forgiveness
Restoration for all portrayed through you
The sweetness of meeting with Grace
That manifests its purity to transgressors
Secretly showing with love our errors,
Lifting burdens of darkness,
Showing best how to grace the renounced
Giving the epitome price of forgiveness
Last Days
Written: by Miracle Man
1/27/2021
Like Sodom and Gomorrah the world is living,
we’re compromising daily, our morals, in stages.
Hurrying through life harboring some misgiving,
burning precious time, turning our last pages.
As clock time, becomes more time foregone,
we grasp for straws thought to be inspiring.
In time, many become an emotional pawn,
and the straws grasped, were seldom aspiring.
2 Timothy Chapter 3
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
Is Judgment Near
Miracle Man
2/11/2022
It’s more than a virus infecting the land,
we awaken each day to a state of paranormal.
My thoughts are that God has removed his hand,
and things will never return to being normal.
Prophecy is being fulfilled as each day goes by,
are we nearing the day when man will succumb?
Protest is rampant, and for free stuff is the cry,
the peace that man seeks God says won’t come.
2 Timothy 3:1-5
'This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.'