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January 22 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 13-15
Key Verse – Exodus 13:14 And it shall be when thy son asketh thee in time to come, saying, What is this? that thou shalt say unto him, By strength of hand the LORD brought us out from Egypt, from the house of bondage.
FAITH IN GOD WHO BRINGS US TO VICTORY
BY THE STRENGTH OF HIS HAND
God brings us to His will along His redemption
Victoriously saving us in faith by His compassion
Valuably caring for our souls against sin-oppression...
Very loving is He Whom we obey for our triumphant transformation.
God brings us to His will along His holiness
Victoriously upholding us in faith by His graciousness
Verbally guiding our steps through His Word’s steadfastness...
Very strong is He Who lifts us in our walk of righteousness.
God brings us to His will along His miracles indeed
Victoriously protecting us in faith from enemies’ greed
Vocally instructing our hearts to do well through preaching creed...
Very great is He Whom we praise as He meets our need.
God brings us to His will along His fulfillment
Victoriously pushing us in faith toward prosperous development
Visually showing to our focus His glory in our church involvement...
Very firm is He Who lets us abide in His plan with sincere commitment.
God brings us to His will along His power to advance His kingdom
Victoriously directing us in faith by His wisdom
Valiantly propelling our diligence against slothfulness and boredom...
Very merciful is He Who hinders us against worldly stardom.
God brings us to His will along His hand
Victoriously ushering us in faith to His promised land
Visibly manifesting to our experiences His presence so grand...
Very awesome is He Whom we adore through Scriptures’ demand.
God brings us to His will along His leadership
Victoriously helping us in faith for fruitful leadership
Vigilantly watching over our lives around His fellowship...
Very precious is He Whom we esteem in our service and worship.
January 22, 2025
Permaculture design
is also Self-Other-Earth regenerative development,
with both political and economic win/win cooperative intent.
We have every reason to co-mediate
AnthroMind/EarthBody 0/1 co-binary structure
for active compassion/pleasure
in each of our landscapes,
each of our healthy relationships,
each of our win/win resilient transactions
investing our mind/body values
for dynamic ego/eco-synergetic
ecstatic-trending resonant polyvagal outcomes
for each of our private moments,
each of our public days,
each of our interdependent vocations,
each of our spiritual/natural panentheistic lives,
each of Earth's nested neuro/bio/ecosystems.
If CompassionAsUsual polycultural health
v monocultural uncurious narcissistic pathology
is how we invest most days,
then perhaps PermaCulture Design and Development,
could become more of an interdependently weaving Sabbath,
with mutual health and gratitude intentions and practices,
liturgies and dances and mystical songs of fire and water,
nutrient streams and healthy flames
of trust and beauty.
Sabbath Culture usually evolves through silent graceful waters,
noticing and listening and absorbing colors of nurturing light
as deep ecologically empowering wealth,
but,
in vast transitional global moments,
Queen Sabbath of PolyCulturing Designs
may also emerge a revolution
of silent karma-regenerating fire,
heating trauma triggers
inspiring Bodhisattva co-invested therapeutic intentions,
spreading globally co-incidental flames
of polypathic AnthroSpirit/EarthNature transmutation
Health-reasoned seasons
of resonant life
with resiliently warm and inviting
mutually therapeutic win/win treasons
stepping together away
from Business As Usual
win/lose patriarchal
anthro-privileged
rabidly monopolistic monocultural monotheistic monotonous monochromatic
capital hoarding
win/lose dissociative games.
SILVER AWARD POEM
ALLPOETRY July ‘26
Contest: Coexist
Prompt : Video based on Lyrics by Bono from U2 : video by Brian Eno & F That.
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his guitar strings I perceived as mine
heard composition as my core’s rhyme
hair thick as Neptune’s froth
saw it while I boiled broth
when he returned
I was aged burned ~
I can’t claim him, though etheric
organs hold him, when scarcity
rules, I keep charity —
she took what was pure, my adore
poetry mine he read in furore
though always I bless the Light
my singular delight
all day every day, Light my
singular might
at sun-awake I flutter lashes
on bed of clay and hay
thank God, ay, for another day
for human ; child and grown
we are His own, known —
all day every day, Light my
singular might
children run like soldiers
numb stunned
carrying guns succumbed
it was fanatical rulers who taught
difference must be fraught
killing like flies on raisin bun
paths stretch before us
we know clear signs
dimes they twinkle so
we can shine —
consciousness expanding
nature’s wish to embrace
everyone’s a wonderful ace
all day every day, Light my
singular might
new poets rise for veracity
no complicity
golden age on upturn
old philosophies churn
who separates for personal gain
to drown in own silly game ~
all day every day, Light my
singular might
I am not afraid
am a delight
counterpart will remove his mask
see all was just a farce
imposters do not last
fresh tasks on horizon
One Love is siren
at sun-awake I flutter lashes
on bed of clay and hay
thank God, ay, for another day
for human ; child and grown
we are His own, known —
all day every day, Light my
singular might
I am not afraid
am a delight
old philosophies churn
who separates for personal gain
to drown in own silly game ~
I am not afraid
am a delight
change the range —-
guitar strings to be tuned anew
no sticky glue when One under Sun
ageless a crystal sequence
Love Light’s consequence
I am not afraid
am a might
change is delight
change the range —-
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When you have an image of yourself inside your head
that image shouldn’t be an image that you have to protect
because if it needs protecting it’s an image to forget
probably protecting an aspect perfected
It’s inaccurate and untrue in this image just for you
which is not about you placing all those strengths of yours in view
as it’s equally important you’re aware of what you’re crap at too
live your whole life comparing yourself with last years you
The most relevant comparison is you comparing you
there’s no other way more accurate with an answer that’s more true
when you compare yourself with people you forget how you’ve improved
immaturity gets you moody when jealousy forms from what other people can do
And never ever rate other people on a weakness you can see
you shouldn’t be creating their weakness based on your belief
as what you seek is a desperate need to judge with negativity
make them look bad so you feel better but that is not a victory
You know you’re sad when you think you have control over your peers
people who become like that avoid facing common fears
terrified of finding out they’re not the image they hold dear
asserting presence helps them believe the false image they think they appear!
There’s nothing more impressive (than personality)
There’s nothing more attractive (than personality)
The truth is honest not pathetic (takes personality)
Ask a question don’t pretend to get it (development you’ll see)
Wrong believes it’s always right (tragic little people)
strength will reconsider sights (attractive little people)
wrong thinks changing isn’t bright (tragic little people)
Weakness is stubborn knowing best
because the personality protects the nest
your image of you adapts it never ever sets
you’re right when you’re wrong if it makes you reassess
Public policies are program designs
with regenerative health and safety vetted practices,
rooted in evidence of resiliently positive outcomes
Usually supported by some form of evolving theory
and/or systematic teleological perspective
about why interventions may be rationally expected
to progress toward more constitutionally protected healing
than unethical harming,
and at what cost compared to alternative governing strategies.
Producing executive orders
that are primarily reactions against existing policies
and/or regulatory procedures
without evidence that these reversals of direction
will not be more harmful than healing to people
and/or plants
and/or planet
is not developing healthy
or democratic
public governance
It is, instead, dictating autocratic,
and often kleptocratic,
promulgation of upper-caste preserving influence
without trauma-informed intent
to effectively respond
to mental and/or physical harm,
nor environmentally degenerative waste
risking thrival potential for future generations
Without any credible public service justification
for financial and neurosystemic trauma cost
intrinsic to reversing healthcare-informed direction,
specifically in comparison to extant legislated policies
now being replaced by executive fiat.
To preserve public service distinctions
between aristocratic caste-conserving ideology
and democratic-caste Constitutional teleology
please do not confuse President Trump's degenerative procedural disorders,
derived from fear of inevitable failure
and contrived from anger-mongering,
with democratically progressive
constitutionally resonant "more perfect union"
development of Left+Right bicamerally responsive
caste-interdependent governance
Organic trauma informed
resonant health and wealth serving
best ecotherapeutic practice
of resiliently safe sacred Earth stewardship.
”But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” 1Corinthians 15:57 of the King James Bible
Vanquishing blight for victor’s flight
My heart is gripped with mother's love
Assisting son’s development height
While he propels himself above.
Optimizing promise of hope
Vanquishing blight for victor’s flight
My patience is stretched with peace-slope
As special child smites spastic blight.
Beholding each milestone delight
My faith trusts God for strength and grace
Vanquishing blight for victor’s flight
Possible upon prayer brace.
Maneuvering wheel chair with zest
My dear son conquers struggling fright
Secured around faith's caring best
Vanquishing blight for victor’s flight.
August 11, 2023
2nd place, "U or V Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 8/13/2023
Apathy
Something considered fraudulent
-Deleted by Moderator or Administrator-
(Freedom of Speech?) =/= Inflammatory sentences
But what did they say?
"Don't ask questions"
{Questions} + Must + Be + /Asked/
The price we pay is -Deleted Word-
Don't be fooled by their lies
{Green Gold} {Privately Owned Prison}
Afraid of the boogeymen
{Reduce Freedom} (Prosperous Tomorrow)
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Reality = Tyranny Tomorrow!
-Sentence sentenced to development Hell-
Freedom/Wrapped/Chains
Gift wrapped by {Dictators}
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Camille Desmoulins was a poet at the time of the French Revolution,
his enthusiastic speeches were practically the trigger for
the inspiring Revolution of other revolutions ... he acted together
to his inseparable friend DANTON in l789:
Every revolution has its day,
every change has its time,
the eld leaves, it has to follow ...
the new always arrives and
installs ... the eld leaves for
its reality, faces the truth
with sadness or gallantry, or
tranquility...
France, cradle of Enlightenment:
Liberté ... Egalité ... Fraternité ...
1789 will be remembered ever
not to forget ... a milestone
of universal history ... 1789 ...
a poet ... a speech ...
Stutterer from birth, Desmoulins
with his geue, his verve ... he preached,
he who had already screamed for
female vote before, preached
for the republic ...
at his side DANTON, companion
from other eras ... in ancient Greece,
prisca eras: Spartacus and his
faithful squire ... through the ages
always together, always companions.
In the passages, noble causes
defended ... came the revolution
in France ... the victory and the guillotine ...
Victory has been achieved, his head
beheaded ...
Today in the present life, Desmoulins
is a journalist in Rio de Janeiro,
Danton engineer in Sao Paulo ...
according to the spiritists ...
Desmoulins spoke and the Bastille
fell ... the king fell ... the republic
arrived in France ...
Today the fight is spiritual, it is for
aggrandizement, development
moral of the human being ... today the
mission is to instruct man to
divine truths, for progress
spiritual...
One day Camille said on occasion
before the scaffold:
EDAMUS ET BIBAMOS CRAS,
ENIN MORIEMUR ...!
PS sugestões Song
Caroline cherie Aznavour
https://youtu.be/lLZq4ZoF7qQ
My ideas are in hiding
Afraid of the secret police
For they are in Kansas City
My poems are not wanting to goosestep
I hear glass breaking
It does not wake me up at first
But when it does I am in Portland
And my poem is standing on a man’s neck
I am screaming for it to get off
He is yelling that he cannot breathe.
Terror infiltrates me as I realize I am paralyzed.
I can hear my heartbeat; double-time now.
My ideas are in a fetal position, lying under benches.
Visualizing concentration camps
Oh, excuse ME! Internment camps.
Children being torn from their mother’s arms.
Crying and wailing. Cages. Dirty rotten government men.
My poems are turning themselves into stories.
I am no help. I am paralyzed. Cannot stop the thoughts though.
Swastikas are swirling around which is not comfortable.
Now the Klan! Are you kidding?
I am being marched out by chicken white hooders.
My writing is holding its breath, lying in wait
Thinking I will return. I may never be the same.
This new development has me buckling at my knees.
Someone cracks me across them with a whip.
Someone speaks German at me.
Crapppp! I barely know English.
That’s a good one my muse says, making a note.
I try to wake up, but there is someone sitting on my neck.
I cannot breathe.
I struggle,
I scream
Nothing comes out.
My worst nightmare, and of course it is three a.m.
The time I always have to go to the bathroom.
Something big is sitting on my neck and my head.
I give up, not caring about anything except breathing now.
It’s the Covid 19, my muse says. We are obsessed with it
I am so irritated, for it might not be my muse.
It might be another personality; I have plenty of them.
I sit quietly, waiting for the urge to write to pass.
Unfortunately, it never does.
When, while a father with two young girls,
ah charming children indeed
both wrapped around mine middle finger,
whose playful rebukes
this papa did heed
(who wished for a son),
he never did breed)
aplomb (fig your at Tivoli) found me
taking their fruitful lead
apple lee going bananas acceptable
mischievous behavior harmless misdeed
from this grown man,
sir render ring self to land
flat on me bum
as if drunk from mead
where playfulness my creed
years ago that streamed
by at lightspeed,
I experienced a
manifest destiny that freed
Aladdin side me, those decades,
sans long gone fatherhood
plus roles he learned to succeed
recalling catfights ('twixt
daughters) he refereed
who cherished those
offspring, he did seed
reckons adult opportunity
gifted yours truly mentoring
with excellence they did excede
to let loose once, and always frightened lad,
healthy development anxiety did impede
his spontaneity damned and leveed,
thus renaissance awoke to relive boyhood,
and prior to parenthood,
would be less apt to concede
how natural to bond with progeny
fostered by being keyed
into esprit de corps of biological charges,
now grown without need,
nor want of this
sudden embarrassment person,
whose absence in mein kampf did bleed
unstaunched sadness till affixing
available spare time with books to read,
and poems to write attempting to feed
an errant stray tear every now and again,
more pronounced as father time guaranteed
begetting precious bundles of joy,
how pedestrian days of yore like a tumbleweed
rocketed them thru preschool, kindergarten...
high school, college now this doddering
doth oft attempt (with futility) to reach them...
even cherished memories insync
with Jack and Jill Truck klaxon dost recede.