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The pain the curse called cancer or mildew let us pray a prayer for you
Now spirits behind this curse we petition the root every root to meet the truth.
Cauldron of witchcraft cooking the flesh of others we dismiss the powers that be and replace the plant that is planted by the sea tree of life upon every flesh to be healed if Jesus Christ our friend is real dismantle every hand of witchcraft every threat to life for we shall not die but live we will see this request happen by the power of the beaten stripes of our precious Lord a command is made and by his grace Lord give us this day our daily bread your words will never pass away heaven and earth may not stand. Still, we stand on this rock the name that is above all names and all things come forth and present yourself in this room now every spirit behind this cancer comes out every root every power of cancer leave as we place our spiritual hands on the pain and take a breather spirits dismantle the anchor's vehicles malignant tumors all demons involved in this sickness we rebuke you before the judge of all judges in the book of commands we command you to be plucked out of the earth and be planted in the sea you must obey nill and void yourself now to every evil growth dry and die in the name of our beloved Jesus Christ any and all satanic instructions to the body be dismantled this nanosecond all the poisons you gave and fed a spirit of death is charged in the presence of our all-seeing Great trinity God give it up evil spirit through the mouth or through the nose just a sneeze or through the tears of another Holy Ghost fire hotter than hot burn away every cancer cell we claim this already done our decree our petition before the Kingdoms table is granted! Amen and Amen!
December 31 Scripture Meditations Based on Revelation 22
Key Verse – Revelation 22:20 He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMING BACK FOR ME
Thank You for coming back for me with Your reward…
I’m Your child You’ve called as Your steward
Verily assured by Your salvation safeguard
To enjoy eternal glory onward.
Thank You for coming back for me with Your victory…
I’m Your redeemed You’ve saved from hell’s fury
Verily secured by Your Gospel story
To experience triumphant infinite history.
Thank You for coming back for me with Your might…
I’m Your soldier You’ve armed with truth and right
Verily geared by Your omnipotent height
To behold vibrant immortal light.
Thank You for coming back for me with Your majesty…
I’m Your servant You’ve charged toward productivity
Verily led by Your magnificent sovereignty
To follow perfect supreme authority.
Thank You for coming back for me with Your blessing…
I’m Your heir You’ve enriched for praising
Verily provided by Your generous enforcing
To delight in bountiful wealthy appraising.
Thank You for coming back for me with Your sanctification…
I’m Your saint You’ve anointed for transformation
Verily cleansed by Your daily purification
To value worthy virtuous commendation.
Thank You for coming back for me with Your achievement…
I’m Your disciple You’ve ordained beyond healthy betterment
Verily sealed by Your compassionate commitment
To excel in fruitful humble accomplishment.
December 31, 2022
The estate of my spreading life
has been plowed over many times.
Plantations have withered and been replanted,
grain fields have turned to dust,
have laid fallow for years
yet now the corn is high and golden again,
trees felled and burnt now grow tall.
Mind body and spirit maps
have had to be redrawn,
shorelines and boundaries moved.
However now I can walk my mind back into past times
and circle all the seasons of my existence
at once.
Barn doors are wide open to tomorrow lands,
My earth is still rich and good,
my store runneth over.
I am not the master here, just a worker following
a tilling, plowing, and seeding Owner;
I am charged only to oversee
this landscape of me.
When this soil I have worked
at last is blown away on the winds of time
a plantation of plenty
will be reflected in the mirror of eternity,
and I will be a servant of my most High Self
at home once more in my Master's mansion.
Inside a pocket, purse, or hand-
our lifelines, charged we're set to go.
The whole world's at our fingertips
to take us anywhere we wish.
Through texts and social media-
we interact with friends or guests
in every place around the world-
but, never plainly, eye-to-eye-
Only by word-to-word; the real
togetherness- a world away.
The sound of silence, ringing loud
but for the tapping of the keys.
Gods of technology spoiled us
with new existence on lit screens,
magnetically held steadfast
by magic, we can't live, without.
We wander in that world alone;
though side-by-side-together at
our parties, meetings- even worse-
besides that special one, we love.
Gods of technology trapped us
within this sound of silence; held,
locked up and mentally confined-
behind our shiny, flat smartphones.
Transparency is like a graduated cylinder
that exposes its contents to view;
When the liquid of clarity shows no obscurity,
the measure marks of sincerity stay true.
Transparency is like a window
that lets the truth beyond the glass be clearly seen;
When the curtain dances across the pane,
it turns into doubt's hanging screen.
Transparency is like a flashlight
that unmasks what darkness tries to hide;
When the hand of power turns the switch off,
though the battery of bureaus stays charged, facts feel denied.
Transparency is like an official receipt
that documents a record for authentication;
When the culprit leaves no certificate of traceability,
no item, amount, or date will show the transaction.
Transparency is like an open book
whose text declares what all have rights to see;
When the crook closes the pages of public awareness,
it covers the volume of its dark secrecy.
Frankenstein’s monster
bears not only his name
but his own body-parts…
heart, soul and spirit
invested in
all our creations;
also given credit
are Gods and angels,
more than passive participants
how they influence our minds:
(Mary’s poetic truth,
manipulating DNA’s--
new cures, and hells
yet to come….)
All science is fiction
and all fiction
our science—20,000
leagues of imagination;
infinite for the swimmer
as well the afoot, sorting grains
of sand where the sea ends
and the land-trek begins--
How far off
is the next mystery,
the alien in me asks?--
his serpent tongue
and doe-like eyes,
my terrestrial man
and my demons--real
as the absence of nose
on his green face.
We breathe in and out fiction,
planted on dead trees
or charged into space…
what grows,
may not be always truth
but always a reality.
No Judgement Jamie always was told
that judging others was vile and cold,
all her teachers did proudly attest
that living life without judging was best.
And the media reinforced these words,
to judge other people? Hateful! Absurd!
To judge was the make them a victim,
what peopled needed was more compassion.
So at sixteen, at a big school dance,
Jamie found herself approach by one Vance,
she’d heard rumors he was a player cruel,
wanting only sex, and bragging rights too.
But she was no bully to judge all his acts,
so she went with him to his car out back,
when she called him later, Vance, he just laughed,
and gave her Herpes on top of all that.
Then there came college, and time to decide
what she would do with the rest of her life,
her father said study to bring in money,
her mother said think if she would marry.
But Jamie would not make that decision,
she could not judge, would not build a vision,
just went with her gut, a choice so easy,
but nobody hires for gender studies…
After college, working in a dime store,
she met her a man with tattoos galore,
her father advised,”That man is a thug.”
her coworkers said they heard he dealt drugs.
But she was in love, who was she too say
if it as wrong or right to earn cash that way,
they moved in together, it seemed all right,
’till police dragged them both out one night.
After a night in jail, Jamie was clear,
but had no place to stay that was near,
the place she’d left, she couldn’t afford,
but she got a deal from a new landlord.
Got a new place in a rundown slum,
her dad said moving to that place was dumb,
but judging these people, that wasn’t good,
it was nothing more than a neighborhood.
Until one night, when a gang-banger charged,
stabbed poor Jamie for the purse on her arm,
she died according to her moral sense,
but at least she didn’t make a judgement.
He walked into greasy metals bars
soaked with a mind drifting over the divide,
but I could sense his eyes were bare...
charged as mistaken identity in a shoot-out
wailing for a flight out into this rusty cell.
As the door slammed to nowhere
on hinges of judgment's unbalanced scales;
my cousin knew nothing about tomorrows...
a head bowed to the ground: the earth
on his feet trembling from purgatory’s shame,
crumbling on prayers seemingly unheard
with a dreadful life thumb-marked by a gavel's bang.
Scenes flipped quickly within this hour
of ominous time : and I was cramped with angst;
not realizing that in a quick moment
he would have unsure tomorrows...
yet our family pledged, we shall break
all chains of evenings and morns,
until justice finds its way to atonement.
9/8/2015
Beneath kohl sky, the war of words rattles
As fierce lightning of his voice, my thunderous replies
Pour a lethal elixir, its venom malignant
Demanding a power struggle between forces,
On one tearing night which assaults the senses:
How whipping air deepens a rugged course
Where darkness gathers heightened energy;
Vicious as the gnaws of a charged torrent.
I saunter out to clear an overcast mind,
Breathing in the rain, the moist vapor
While my fingers raise high in soulful appeal
Until a dot of a star enters into my body...
Gradually, the storm passes by, as if
Nothing on the byway stirs a gory hour;
That in pure clarity, I open the kitchen door
And maybe, through divine intervention,
He embraces me in the middle of his vulnerability.
Perfect Storm Contest ---for Craig Cornish
10/4/2017
From the Heart to the Cross
The burden to carry on a journey slated
Weighs heavily on an outcome known to be ill- fated,
When Faith is the belief in hope for deliverance
Where humanity’s destiny hangs in the balance.
In mirrors dwell prisoners’ angst and desperate rot,
To lay their heads in the bosom of Madonna.
One way leads to the Saviour, the other does not.
Be it by choice, from the heart to the cross.
Comfort and joy. God will provide sanctuary
The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
Though Mary mourns, her anguish is temporary.
Unbelievers throw stones, yet His Word lives on.
His last hour on Golgotha shook civilization.
Angels triumphantly trumpeted the Lord’s salvation.
A madman with a hammer thrashes the Pietà1
To eradicate the metamorphic rock sculpture from history
That Michelangelo chiseled out of Carrara marble2—
Who made the seated Madonna larger and profanely stronger,
While cradling Jesus (whose appearance projects frailty)
As if having been chastised for allowing crucifixion.
A mollification for theological credence,
Neither reinforced nor inspired by biblical writings.
By appeasement, the sculptor admits conspiracy
With dogma, misrepresenting Christ to the living.
Mary’s demureness as she looks upon the contorted figure
Supports the illusion of her lordly stature.
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Notes:
1 Pietà: The “Pietà” is a sculpture by Michelangelo (1475–1564) depicting the Madonna cradling Jesus after His crucifixion. The sculpture was completed in 1500 and is housed in St. Peter’s Basilica, Vatican City, Italy.
On May 21, 1972, an Australian citizen vandalized the Pietà with a geologist’s hammer. The individual was not charged with any criminal offence but was hospitalized in Italy for two years and then released and deported back to Australia.
2 Carrara marble: Carrara marble is stone quarried in Carrara, Tuscany, Italy. The three most common types of Italian marble are Carrara, Calacatta, and Statuary (aka Statuario). Michelangelo is reported to have said that this was the most “perfect” block of stone he ever used.