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ARE U READY?
What if the LORD raptured His Bride today?
Would you be ready?
Do you have all your spiritual ducks in a row?
Are you repentant?
You could be standing in line at the grocery store or asleep from working last night.
You could be driving in your car or sitting in a church pew.
Are you ready?
What if the LORD raptured His Bride today?
Would you be completely distraught?
Would you be left standing beside a loved one who suddenly disappeared?
You screamed out in despair, “Why not me, LORD!!?”
Shock and disbelief overtook you and suddenly the room started spinning.
What if the LORD raptured His Bride today?
What if the playgrounds were empty and the saints were carried away?
What would be your next move now that the Antichrist can have things his way?
The point I am trying to say is this…
Seek the Holy Spirit while He can be found.
Worship the Lord in truth and spirit so you are not left sitting on the ground crying out in agony, “ Why me, LORD? Why did You leave me behind?”
Prepare for rapture.
Prepare now.
Seek to be filled with the Holy Spirit while He can still be found.
Gwendolen Rix
5-31-15
For my new friend Adam who I met on the way home from work this morning. You got this, brother!
2 Thessalonians 2:1-9
2 Now we beseech you, brethren, by the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, and by our gathering together unto him,
2 That ye be not soon shaken in mind, or be troubled, neither by spirit, nor by word, nor by letter as from us, as that the day of Christ is at hand.
3 Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition;
4 Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God.
5 Remember ye not, that, when I was yet with you, I told you these things?
6 And now ye know what withholdeth that he might be revealed in his time.
7 For the mystery of iniquity doth already work: only he who now letteth will let, until he be taken out of the way.
8 And then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with the brightness of his coming:
9 Even him, whose coming is after the working of Satan with all power and signs and lying wonders,
Saloon
Squeezed between office buildings
On lower Broadway
Desolate and out of the way
Faint neon sign marks the place
For the downtown art scene.
Poetry readings on Sunday afternoons
Only the regulars show up
Invited or not
Some mount the stage and
Recite a piece or two
To scattered applause.
The beat goes on
Summer nights fly by
No Sunday readings now
It’s Saturday and it’s a different place.
Crowd mingles
Three deep at the bar
A/C working on overtime while
Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On plays
Jazzy and soulful
A monster hit
To no one’s surprise.
A hangout for anyone
Bodies waiting to meet
An Agent.
Or maybe a Publisher.
Or a Rep.
Anybody. Somebody. Anyone know somebody important?
Naw, this ain’t the place
This is St. Adrian’s
A place for
Artists.
Writers.
Sculptors.
Working class dreamers.
Pretenders and losers.
Wannabes.
Lost children and
Casual loners on the prowl.
Carol, alone in a corner booth
Glass of white wine in her hands
On the rocks of course
Smiles at everyone like a Mona Lisa.
Jack Micheline
Bronx’ original Beat
Wrote River of Red Wine in ‘58
Manuscript under his arm
Waits for someone
To buy him a drink
Elaine, beautiful in a peasant blouse
Scent of musk oil like a halo
Motions
To the young men
Who watch her hands
Move like deadly weapons
Stan’s a photographer. Sleepy, one night
Left his equipment in a car
Morning arrives and
Broken windshield screams
You’ve been robbed.
Junior, a sculptor, needs rent money for a walkup in the East Village
Otherwise he’ll live on someone’s couch
Gil does commercials
Until he finds an old lady
Then Hollywood here he comes
And Glenn is a writer with lots of ideas
But no paper and no place to go.
No one asked what I did for money
Or where I lived.
I was accepted with a simple sitdownhaveadrink.
Sometimes there’d be ten of us
Squeezed in a booth or
Around a table
Talking and talking.
Any topic not important
Just to meet and forget for awhile
The nagging loneliness and rejection.
It’s well past midnight
Chairs scrape the floor and there’s an echo in the walls
Left behind are empty glasses and stale beer
As the place begins to empty out.
We leave
Hitting the still streets
Looking for a cab
Or the nearest subway
But before we do
We promise to meet again.
1971 (Hey Dude)
Hey dude, come in, come in.
Been a long time since we last smoked the peace pipe together.
Hey! I think it was during Hendrix’s set in Bethel, dude!
Here, let me move these Rolling Stones out of the way.
and the Taco Bell wrappers… There. Dude, let’s sit.
First, I need to change the record. Let me look here….hmm,
Iron Butterfly? Naw, too psychedelic. Blind Faith?
Naw, they’re too much like Cream. And I’m tired of them.
Hey, how ‘bout Led Zeppelin 3?... Naw, too new;
Ah! Let’s hear some very mellow Traffic music. This is cool dude!
It’s their second album…very trippy music...
Listening to this stuff makes me feel alright!...
Dude, Here you go. That hole there is like a carburetor;
Put your finger on it and draw in. Then, let go. Boom!
Dude! Welcome to the petrified forest, man!
Dude! I been kicking back here thinking about infinity, man.
My mind is constantly being blown thinking about how big the universe is.
Dude, we are so small, so infinitesimal, so minute,
in comparison to the absolute vastness of the universe.
Dude, here we are, riding on this huge ball of dirt,
turning through space at a thousand miles per hour,
and we aren’t even feeling it as we speed along,
like it’s not even happening, man!
You know, dude, we are so small, so very very small,
we’re all just a very small part of this vast solar system
with these humongous planets circling this huge ball of fire,
which are all just a very small part of this humongous Milky Way galaxy,
which is just one of billions and billions of galaxies in the universe…
Man, it makes my mind bend!...
Here, this purple haze from Michoacán will seal the deal, dude…
I also been thinking about God, dude!
We are all so small; we are all like spiders, just spinning our webs…
in this humongous garden called life!
So I must ask Dude:
What is God? Who is God?
I will tell you what God is! I now know! Dude!
Are you ready to hear what God is? …
Ice cream, dude! Ice cream!
Do you want some vanilla ice cream, dude?
I have a gallon in my freezer!
Think of the millions of people in the world right now,
the people of India, South America, Australia and even in Dinuba, California,
who at this very moment, this precise second in time and eternity,
are sitting there, eating vanilla ice cream.
Hey dude! Be right back!
“Do you like yabbies?” Barry asked. I replied “Are you sick!
I’d just like to ask you; now is the Pope a Catholic?” …
So we headed off across the ranges, where Barry’s cousin Ray,
had a dam that’s full of them on a property near Yea.
There’s no sophisticated fishing gear that we needed to get.
Just a stocking, string, piece of meat; plus a wobbly old scoop net.
The dam was quite a big one with tussocks growing ‘round the rim.
Within an hour I had scooped a bucket filled up to the brim.
We knocked off to have some lunch and to have a beer or two.
but in that hour we sat down we knocked down quite a few.
When I resumed my ‘yabbying’, my head’s spinning like a top,
and then I saw a frightening sight that made me quickly stop.
A big brown snake was sunning, between me and the dam.
The beer had made me brave enough to give this bloke a slam.
I picked up an old dry limb and gave it one tremendous whack;
it squirmed and twisted in death thro’s; then lay dead upon its back.
Barry claimed I was a hero when he’d seen what I had done,
not many tackle brown snakes; they slide faster than we run.
“Is that so” I said to him, and was sobering ‘quick smart’,
watching Barry in his stupor pick up the snake and play his part.
He opened up the mouth and then he got out his pocket knife.
Put the blade behind a needle fang, “Here’s what takes your life”.
Then said “I ought to skin him; it’s prob’ly worth a ‘pretty pound”.
Then just for fun he grabbed the tail and swung it ‘round and ‘round.
“Be careful mate!” I turned and ran; making sure, I’m out of the way.
“What’s the matter?” Barry laughed. “This mongrel’s had its day.
I‘ll show you something else” and held the snake behind the neck,
then put its head into his mouth; then he gave it’s nose a ‘peck’.
Barry seen that I was nervous; that he held me in his palm.
He watched me flinch and shiver when he wrapped it ‘round his arm.
“Ah that’s enough” he grinned, but I reckon he’d been rash,
then he swung it high into the air. We watched it fall and splash.
Barry laughed, “That’s ‘gunna’ give the yabbies quite a feed”.
Then something happened in the water that Barry didn’t need.
We turned to walk back to our strings - Barry’s face turned ashen grey.
It took a while reviving him when the brown snake swam away.
He saved my life, bid me "Repent"
My sins then on His cross were sent
I could not hide before His eyes
No way to pay, the cost too high
A Righteous Judge, though sinner I
"I knew Him not", my alibi
He owed me not one bloody cent
But on my debt, His blood was spent
I could not pay the heavy cost
Broken, hopeless, lonely...lost
In His light, my darkened soul
Washed in His blood, He paid my toll
Bridging the divide for me
I was blind, He made me see
He is the Way,
To Victory
He Is the King
A throne to rule
The debt of sin
He paid in full
The Lord is not slow concerning his promise, as some regard slowness, but is being patient toward you, because He does not wish for any to perish but for all to come to repentance. ~ 2 Peter 3:9
He who covers his sins will not prosper, But whoever confesses and forsakes them will have mercy. ~ Proverbs 28:13 NKJV
Repent, then, and turn to God, so that He will forgive your sins. ~ Acts 3:19
8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: 9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.
~ Ephesians 2:8-9 (KJV)
“Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross;”
~ Colossians 2:14 (KJV)
9 And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;
~ Revelation 5:9 (KJV)
something about prevention
here are your disasters to prevent
I will be working behind the scenes
just liuke the art of politicians to serve and protect
to repeat them one more time once we have it figured
Art of war the true prophets of riddle
forseeing the self fulfilling prophets we are
making nightmares come true
false prophet
a false prophet i wish to be
Here are all your dominoes falling
now get out of the way of fate
and make me crazy
let me go down in history as the one that was wrong
learn what you can in controlling everything
as oit falls apart again
to start over again on the next foreshadowed catastrophe
and how to learn to break free
Im a false prophet that would be a dream
living the nightmares in my head just in case
ensuring they dont come true
Call me the antichrist and take away my power
I'll tell you all of your disasters to come
and you have the power to lead eachother to safety through these dangers
We must work together
for this prophet is here with a plan to end the world
putting the pieces in place for the date with destiny
and end it all
plan to fail i do
a false prophet i wish to be
to go down ion history as blasphemous a liar
the perfect oxymoron
and all those around me are learning
Every possible disaster predicted
and the world is cornered in the stages of the game
one by one to prevent the inevitable
and juggling controls as the self fulfilling prophets try to make the miracle come
true and proof that there is a god through the terrorism of what not to do
I am a false prophet
go ahead send me to hell
I warned you of all ypour actiuons and consequences
If i end up there it means i won
and prevented everything i set out to
but how long can you hold back the inevitable?
welcome to the next level of life as a game
Im here with a plan to save the world by throwing it away
step by step day by day
listen carefully
plan to prove me wrong in soo many ways
if i burn in fires of hell for seeing the future and doing the right thing
i might be better off
Every staged protest
every feat of unequal measure studied and cornered to self destruct
but when one hand is doing one thing and the other doing another
are you noticing your blind slides?
A random thought on us..
For the past year, I've been getting to know someone as a friend. I wasn't looking for a relationship neither was she. I wasn't expecting anything out of it. I wasn't at a place in my life where I wanted to be with someone. And so, we would learn about each other. We would have meaningful conversations. We would talk about things with substance. Once the general stuff was out of the way, that's when we got into the deeper things. That's when we really started to open up to each other. That's when we showed our true selves to one another. Keep in mind, this is all happening in a matter of months. This was a process, and a very slow process at that. It like we talked every single day hours at a time. We're both living our own individual lives. We're not really scouting.. potential in other people
People crossed our paths that never seem to measure up. But we've always kept each other in mind, I went to go visit her mobay ,clear to mobay and spend time with her. The most fulfilling thing I got to do with her was to getting to know her better and to really know who she is as a person.
The intimacy was electric..There was a day where we literally sat on a couch for hours and we did nothing but talk and while that might sound boring, that was honestly all I wanted and it was so much fun. To someone to let you look into their soul is such a rarity these days, and I'm fortunate enough to say that I've been able to do that.
Honey what I have learned.. what you have to understand is you have to love someone as a friend first before you could love that person as something more because the friendship between you two has to have a strong spiritual foundation to stand in order for it to even have a chance to grow. Most people skip being friends ..There was never a friendship that was established between the two of you so when the lust wears off and the interest fades, what do you really have with that person? Nothing.
To my best friend, my lover,my soul mate..
'Stimulate a girl's mind first before her body, earn her respect first before her affection, and win her trust first before her love because only something genuine will last and it takes time to build."
Be patient and love will find you again.
The wrath of God
Was released in that day
He watched his son crucified
And then raised him on that day appointed
To fulfill what
All the prophets had revealed
For his anger of this wicked world
Was released through his Love
And sacrifice of his son
That broke those that seek
From the yoke of sin or death
The wrath of God
In this time
Comes from the division
Of ones following
One that has a mindset in this world
For Jesus has provided
Those with a broken spirit
And contrite heart
To inherit a new creation
If we can get out of the way
And allow him to burn
Away all the impurities
We have gained from this wicked generation
From which we received from our ancestors
The wrath of God
Is remaining in this wicked generation
For they believe they can withstand
And take care of themselves
For they can only see the things in front of them
And not the unseen battle
Of the spirit and soul
Resisting his love and guidance
To remain in death or forever
Seperation of the Omega and Alpha
Through Jesus we can
Inherit the spirit of fire
That gives new life and mindset
That will allow one to see the
Evil that runs rampant around them
The wrath of God
Indeed did not come to bring peace to this world
But division directly
Into those that call out
Seperation from the oldman
Breaking one free of themselves
To be reborn
Not of the flesh of this world
But of the spirit, truth and love
Do not worry trying to get your
Life in order looking for all the signs
For the only sign that will withstand
Is that breath of life placed within
That Jesus came to fulfill
We can not see it like the wind
But the effects and transformation
Of one walking in the spirit
Is a light in a world of darkness
When silver goes to a refinery
It is not appealing to the eye
But after it goes in the fire
To burn away all the impurities
One shall see
There reflection
As Jesus wants to show through
Those which allow
I Love all of you
And pray for your walk in the I AM
For we all need to use the gift he has given us
The hand does not work as well
When all the fingers
Are not in motion
Do not expect this world to comprehend
For he has paid the price
To bring you out of it
A Trip to the Opera
By Elton Camp
According to what I very often hear related,
Opera you should attend to be sophisticated
Just the same, it’s nothing I’ve known about
But I finally decided I would give it a tryout
How much different from a movie could it be
So I picked out one at random that I’d go to see
The very first thing that caused me some dismay
Was how much for the ticket I was forced to pay
I decided to go early so it’d be easy to find my seat
And what a bunch of snobs there were to meet
I figured tank top and shorts would be a disgrace
But you should see how they dressed at that place
Man with tux and woman dressed in a long grown
In my suit, uneasily it was that I looked around
Except for being old folks, I’d think they come from
Dancing at the very most fancy high school prom
I went in and found my seat to keep out of the way
As others came in, I listened to what they had to say
They spoke of libretto, aria, cadenza, and verismo
I hadn’t any idea what those words meant, though
But finally the curtain went up and the opera underway
Then I found I couldn’t understand a word they say
It seemed like some foreign language they were using
Ones who speak English they should’ve been choosing
Other folks there seemed to thing that it was just fine
But I wondered why they had to sing every single line
Not that I had anything against hearing a good song
But hours and hours of it was, for me, much too long
The story they were telling seemed awful complicated
That I had spent my money to come I certainly hated
And I wished that I’d eaten supper before I went there
But none of the others about any food seemed to care
I began to wonder when there would be an intermission
I need to go to the restroom, but did I need permission?
Finally I decided that about going I no longer could stall
Then found the restroom line extended plum to the wall
When the opera was finally over I’ll admit that I was glad
Because I never had expected it to be anything like that bad
I guess it’s because I’m a country hick brought up in the hills
But I sure found that going to the opera didn’t give me thrills
It feels like daylight is running in front of me with a radiant light brighter than the sea and a truck full of almond piled up in the yard while the chipmunks are shouting from abroad. I see some running about the yard and rolling their big eyes at me, some are running up the almond tree looking for a place to start their family.
The chipmunks can sing, and they can compose beautiful hymns, they can write modern music with their mouths and when they group together, they stand out; sometimes they have a strange look on their face and they are telling you when it is time to get out of the way. They come in beautiful colors and they are dressed up in shoes, you can see them faltering around with a staff and a crown and their long tails twist up in gowns.
It feels like daylight is walking in front of me with an I phone, an I pad and four giant cameras standing on a tripod position across the stream and the crew unloading equipment from the truck to shoot the next scene.
The cast is strolling in filling up the village to the brim; strange faces of all races occupy the town. A huge burden is lifted and something feels different when diverse cultures are at work and you are walking around in brand new skirt.
I felt somewhat elated, bridging the gap to wear a new cap, the philosophy of traditional time was not taught in colleges and universities but by ordinary men hanging out in the market places and under trees, having an ordinary dialogue but they were profound and philosophical.
Plato, Aristotle, Socrates, Pythagoras, and them were all friends. It was through those idle conversations the arts were born, it was from this idle chat the math's and science gave birth.
Mankind’s quest for answer could not be found in words, it was from the epoch of the soul that write those facts and manifest themselves in formulas and illustration that solve the world’s problem.
The genius of all ages is found in modern acts with a notable transformation from traditional sects to modern time. It is time to get out of your comfort zone and join the line.
It feels like daylight is shouting in my face and it’s time to enter the big race.