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Premium Member EveryThing Is Going To Be All Right

There’re wars and rumor of wars
There’s war going between Israel and Iran
There’s war between Russia and Ukraine
There’re those who wish to be dictators and kings
There’re riots, violence disturbance 
Uproars, outburst of uncontrollable conditions
Going on in this country and around the world 
There are families and individuals out of control
But everything is going to be all right
If you are living according to God's will
Everything is going to be all right.

God does not live inside of time
He is the Creator of time,
But does visit inside of time
And in His time everything is going to be all right
He created the heaven and the heavens
But He has given the earth to mankind
Believers and none believers alike
To Him a thousand years is like day
And a day is like a thousand years.

God has always been and will always be 
“By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God's command, so that what is seen 
was not made out of what was visible.”
 The physical universe we see, hear, feel and experience was created not from existing matter 
but from a source independent of the 
physical dimensions in time.

The Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit
Are with us at all time because they are One
And cannot be separated 
You may reject His words
But His word is what keeping the peace.
As Christ would say; “All this I have spoken while still with you. But the Counselor, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled nor be afraid.”
In Christ Jesus everything is going to be all right.


I

I should tell this story
I should start from the top
I should start from the beginning
I should tell it as it is

I should include some individuals
I should exclude some individuals
I should recollect my thoughts
I should say the words accurately

I should look at my life
I should look back at my life
I should evaluate my present
I should look forward into my future

I should face my enemies
I should conquer my fears
I should stand up for myself
I should indulge my experiences

I should tell this story
I should omit the full stops
I should leave the commas
I should continue

Death Is Kind

All of us are born under the sentence of death- 

and there is no reprieve, for death is the judge 

and jury- The Grim Reaper sits waiting for the aged 

while sheepishly it comes for those who have not yet 

tasted the petulant fruits of this world. There are those 

who dread death, but these are individuals who have not 

really lived. Death is just a caring mother who knows 

the secret of the universe and must fulfill her role. 

For who among us want to live beyond an enervated 

age. She is the only one who does not discriminate 


        Lu Loo sponsor Jan 21 2019 10 words 0 lines

Premium Member Heirs To the Throne

We are spirit chemistry, having a physical experience – 

No eternal stay in paradise
before atonement:

as much we are individuals
we are also a humanity – one in
the omnipotence of God, having
relationship to His Son, Jesus, The Christ. 

The sins of all, are the sins of one – 
the sins of one, are the sins 
of all. 
             
             When Christ ascended,
after having been crucified on the 
Cross (his blood shed to redeem man from
concentration of sin), He did not remain in 
Heaven (Separation between Heaven and
earth an illusion of lesser consciousness):

He came back instead to live eternally as 
the Spirit-enlightened (true immortal substance) 
of those faithful children who choose to
enter and abide within the fold of His Sacred
Awareness – 
                             
Brother and Lover, embodied in all Creation. 

Christ's mission was to awaken man, to live outright 
His Divinity – heirs of a blessed kingdom.

Wild At Heart

Wild at heart
By Michelle Morris
05/04/2023

I am wild at heart
I am wild and free
I want to be like the creatures
Out in the world I see

They are so precious
They are a visual delight
They're cute and cuddly
They live and they fight

Their survival is waning
As humanhood expands
We take over their habitat
Ignore environmental concerns

They deserve a life
That is precious and free
Where they can be wild
Without fearing extinction

I am wild at heart
I am wild and free
I want to live in a world
Where wild creatures all can be

© Michelle Morris, 2023

Thank you @wwf for sharing this photo* by Thomas A. Jefferson. The vaquita is critically endangered. There are only 10 remaining. 
worldwildlife.org/species/vaquita

"Vaquita, the world's rarest marine mammal, is on the edge of extinction. The plight of cetaceans—whales, dolphins, and porpoises—as a whole is exemplified by the rapid decline of the vaquita in Mexico, with about 10 individuals remaining." 

* Photo on social media and online.
Form: Rhyme


Should Prisons Produce Traumatized Individuals or Rehabilitate Them To A Fine End

Prison takes the body first—
hair, name, posture.
It teaches the spine
how to live bent.

A man enters with one wound
and leaves fluent in fear.
He learns keys,
the math of silence,
how not to cry out.

At night the walls inhale him.
Concrete is the mother
who never touched him.
Steel is the father
who only knew punishment.

Is this justice—
to enlarge the damage,
to make survival a scar
that never closes?

Rehabilitation would touch
the wound bare-handed.
Ask who he was
before hunger,
before the first strike,
before rage learned his pulse.

It would teach time
to repair instead of rot.
It would cost more.
It would return less violence.

Trauma is cheaper.
Trauma comes back.
So decide—
do we want men released
as sharpened instruments,
of death
or as bodies,
that remember
how not to hurt?

Bezirke

“Bezirke”



Bit by bit 
we build our walls
strict little districts
to pin our minds on
and keep the paper tigers out

Political Romantics
counting sheep 
and numbers 
we walk in our sleep
dreaming of doors

Opening inward
externally we are Bezirke
socialised in a stolen concerto
solo instruments with flat musical 
composition, indoctrinated

sucked in
sucked up
hypnotised 

by the totalitarian state
for our best interests 
mesmerised
moving our hips
licking their lips

Bit by bit
we build our walls 
Strict little districts
to pin our minds on
and keep the paper tigers out

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)



“Brandenburg” / Apparat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crdqTf8ZnKQ 







"A Hive Mind has no need for each individual part to have a positive idea of the whole, and to then repress its own inclinations by means of this idea. But in human totalitarianism, this is the central phenomenon, because they are all performing the same internal repression."



"The term “hive mind” refers to the apparent intelligence that emerges at the group level in some social species, particularly insects like honeybees and ants. ... Clearly the assimilation of human into a hive mind is supposed to be a bad thing, according to the writers of Star Trek: a unified consciousness or intelligence formed by a number of alien individuals, the resulting consciousness typically exerting control over its constituent members."









1. Bezirke/German

2. Totalitarianism

3. Covid19/Monitoring:
    http://a.msn.com/01/en-au/BB12Bbym?ocid=se2

4. Orwellian
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orwellian

5. Mass Surveillance
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_surveillance

6. The Hive Mind: 
https://majesticequality.wordpress.com/2010/06/13/on-our-fear-of-the-hive-mind/ 

7. Paper Tiger
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paper_tiger

Opening My Eyes To Divine Insight

Opening my eyes everyday and always blessing the world
I remember a time when walking just on grass or gravel
Not sidewalks or tar, or just having shoes on my feet
This is bare with all the feelings, hot, sharp, cold, and wet
Never once I swore with my bare feet, because I had no shoes
I would whoop and holler but I ran fast through the hot sand
I was always glad that I could do such a thing and not frown
Having such feelings of having such feelings made me feel alive
Some are not lucky just to have legs or arms or shoes or clothes
We as individuals always want more for the wrong reason
When did we become this way? To horde and to be so greedy
I have too much, but I still gather things why is that?
I do realize I can give most of the things I have away
But knowing that when I do the people that I give it to
They would sell it, or trade it or just horde it for themselves
I open my eyes and I don’t mind giving it to people who need it
I open my eyes to people who treat people with kindness
I open my eyes to actions that are freely given for the right cause
Never once I take to just take, that is stealing in my eyes
I ask or if they have extra I know to ask, if they say no 
It’s because they have a better plan for the extra
I do not need any more things; I am making things now to give
I paint pictures, I don’t mind it being free, and I love what I see
I will have enough to spare, give, and share, to the whole world
I won’t complain because I will have enough for all to see
Just like when I was young really I just wanted to walk
Walk alone, or by someone, and most of all just walk free
Through rain, sand, tar, gravel, and even grass
I cherish my arms and the things I had on as a child
I was so care free, nothing could ever bother me, accept 
Crying kids that had less than me, so I freely gave 
My slippers, my shirt, and sometimes I gave them hugs
That was just the way I was, I now know why 
I am who I am, because looking back at my childhood
I had really not much, I did not need much
I had my world, my brothers, and myself that is all I needed
Form: Narrative

Premium Member America's God

It must be clear that God's involvement with a nation or people does not exempt them from their insistent practice of human frailties and evil deeds.  Moreover, as one of his many mortal creatures, you and I would agree that we fall so short of His Divine Standard for our lives.  In spite of my shortcoming and occasional misdeeds, God is not 'finished' with me yet. It must be equally clear that God is a most loving and patient God, but there is a point of final judgment for individuals as well as nations.  At this writing, it does not appear that we have reached that point.  

There is no denying that historically, America as a nation has indeed done some atrocious things of which I am ashamed.  I will not address those matters here.  My point here is limited to the fact that historically, America has always acknowledged the Judeo-Christian God in its major documents.  
Also, this nation and the Christian church has held a Biblical worldview for centuries.                                                                                                          

God our Maker has always invited us to call His attention to the words He has spoken and written.  May we do no less in calling upon our nation to be accountable to the words it has written.  In reality, my faith in America is Faith in America's God.                                                                                             

And I say in closing, if for any reason there is a notion that God is finished with America, think again.  Indeed, both our nation and the church in America have much to be desired. But no!  I do not believe that God has allowed us to lose our 'God Positioning System'.  Oh, yes indeed; there is great cause for concern.  But make no mistake my friend; God is alive and well in the church and in America as a nation.  Again, God is not finished with us yet.  God does indeed bless the nation whose God is the Lord.  May The Lord ever be our God, and may He continue to bless our nation.
05202017cjPS
Form: Prose

The Deceiver

Those in power play on our fears and our ignorance.
They know that it's easier to believe a lie that one has
heard a thousand times than a truth that no one has
heard before.

These individuals tell lies sprinkled with half truth and this
is the most cowardly of lies. However, no one is a successful liar unless someone believes them; and we can easily see 
this happening today. 

Some say you can’t fool all of the people all of the time but
Judging from what we see today, it isn’t necessary; a majority
is quite enough. It seems to me that a tiny soul is living
inside a deceitful person.

The deceitful “leader” has a short blanket and when he  pulls 
it over his face, he exposes his feet.

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