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The authors
blink only when looked at,
they recall for you
a story, perhaps a tale half-read.
One book lifted,
pages fly between thoughts,
a few scrapes of knowledge
peck and preen again.
Phrases return
demanding still to be displayed
though rarely used.
There are mystic scriptures
that hover between
fiction and non-fiction.
I imagine temple beasts
still guarding them.
I overreach,
shake this collected tree of knowledge.
Books fall, some like stone,
some like fluttering birds.
I am ankle deep
in the printed word and its aftermath.
Some will go to the thrift shop,
some to the garage,
a few will stay between bookends
surviving these winds of change.
Today I have time to admire
the dance of sunlight on bare walls,
the transpiring poetry
of blameless space.
At the very pinnacle of the authority chain, heaven reveals the necessity for government
Rivalry against God from the hands of Lucifer demanded policing and a chief among angels
Contrary to the belief of many, self-government is ideal, but it does not work universally
However, humans will often go beyond the line of necessity with too much government
Barriers, borders, and limitations are one thing; 'Overreach' and 'Bureaucracy' are another
In the New World of the early settlers, they desired a government without bishops and popes.
Similarly, the American style of government was enameled with vital 'Checks and Balances'
Holy men had to be held accountable, and 'the divine right of kings' was simply anathema
Once I heard it said that the governments that govern best are those that govern less
Power in the hands of mere men must always be linked directly to God, the source of all power
02052020PoSpCtest, Archbishop, Julia Ward
MY theology was formed when Mother taught me the Lord's Prayer.
YOU and I know that what's good for mother is good enough for us.
THEOLOGY, defined as the study of God, is made simple at Calvary.
HE, God Almighty, clearly defines theology for all mankind at Calvary.
ETERNITY'S long-awaited secret is revealed and offered to all at Calvary.
OBJECTIONS are overruled, not sustained; sin's curse is sealed at Calvary.
LOVE defeats and obliterates both Satan's lies and deceit at Calvary.
OVERREACH by Satan and organized religion proves fatal at Calvary.
GOD was in Christ and reconciling the world to Himself at Calvary.
'YES' is God's forever word of guaranteed acceptance at Calvary.
041222PS
My empty glass is mocking me.
It laughs at my proclivity.
It led me here and knocked me down.
Another drink and I will drown.
They told me it would be such fun,
But now that it’s all said and done,
I see all that they did not say
As my heart led my head astray…
My empty wallet seems to cry.
The tab has left me high and dry.
I thought I had a little more
But I’ve so much less than before.
A victim of my overreach.
I’m just an old dog you can’t teach.
I fall back on familiar ways.
So, here I am ‘til end of days..
An empty heart, an aching head…
Just help me make it to my bed.
Please do not leave me where I lay;
My foolish choices on display.
They tell me anyone can change.
The ways of grace are awfully strange.
So, that’s what I’ll do come the dawn.
My promises go on and on…
Pick me up and take me home
I can’t make it on my own
I’m laid out upon the floor
I can’t make it to the door
I need a lift so call a ride
And maybe help me get outside
I am stuck here all alone
And I just want to make it home.
I just want to make it home.
'Tis it better to know, or not to know?
Now there's the rub!
The dilemma in a Pandora paradox.
Sure it's nice to get to know yourself, but not entirely,
for the abyss within the cage will return the gaze.
Better, perhaps to not know that the killer asteroid
arrives tomorrow at half past ten.
Nor what's in all the horror-scopes you yen,
in learning what Science
tells us about the Universe, now and then.
These telescopes peer deeper and deeper
into the abyss telling us that:
The universe began a trillion trillion years ago.
There are a trillion trillion stars out there.
The more you look, the more you see back in time.
Ah Hah! There's a new Earth waiting for us out there,
lying a trillion trillion miles away.
It will take us a trillion trillion years to get there.
Are we better off knowing or not knowing all of this?
Is Ignorance Indeed - Bliss?
Oh my, what we missed when stopped
looking into the sky with ancient eyes!
Behold the swirl of 'Starry Starry Night'.
Bickering Gods, with unblinking eyes staring down on human folly.
Portals to ancestors and spirits resplendent in heaven.
The wonders, calendars, navigation guides and signs above.
The body of the goddess Nut, in the arch of the Milky Way,
cradling dead Pharaohs ascended as new stars.
A hunter draws his bow.
A bull charges.
An emu struts and prances beside a billabong.
Perseus lifts the serpent’s head.
It was all such a living lively show
in the wondrous sky above.
It should never have become
a map of pin-pricks for nitwit twits
blinking into oblivion
in endless useless overreach.
Why? It's beyond me.
You’re given an appointment –
You check the time and date;
And then when you arrive, you find
You always have to wait.
But why? is what I wonder,
For experience should teach
Those who schedule appointments
When they start to overreach.
Excuses must abound, but hey –
There’s traffic everywhere;
And if there’s an emergency,
That still just isn’t fair.
I get to where I need to be
Before I’m even due,
For being late, to me,
Is something utterly taboo.
Yet all I get is extra time
Which then I have to fill.
I read or if I have the chance
To write, I surely will.
So it’s not really awful
If I’m made to sit and wait,
But why this always seems to be
Is up for some debate.
When the definition of Democracy
Comes negated at both the cost
and price of freedom of speech
And being told what we can and
can not say or do
That to me then becomes an
overreach and abuse of power
Unless you let it be known to the
voting people and general public
as well
And after doing that so to notify
the editors of the dictionary and Wikipedia
But don't waste your time telling
the so called free press or media
They never let the truth get in the
way of a good story and print and
go to press on behalf of there pay
master's
It's the reason why fake news has
flurished is the scourge , bane
and curse and is so prevalent today
A modern 1st World problem
invading our brains from all
directions with subliminal
messages
Otherwise why would would
corporations make such large
election contributions or feel
the need to advertise
Beceause at the end of the day
they are businesses after all
And who but they expect bang
for there buck and a return on
there investment
There are two side's to every
story and the truth is often
somewhere in the middle
Sadly for all of us we only are
told or given one side's version
of a story
And the truth is buried
middle deep in small print
underbeath the staples
Binded hidden from prying
eye's like a fire extinguisher
encased in a glass red box
With the word's written on it
break incase of emergency
When plausible deniability is
the only excuse that will do
and make any sense at all
When you have just used
up the last of your Nine lies
And it's now a minute to the
bewitching hour of ten
And as the age old saying goes
why on earth should or would
we wish to choose the question
The news and what we have been
told if it wasn't true surely that
would not be allowed
Otherwise that means it must
have been green lit by those we
placed our trust in and voted into positions of power
And who on earth of us would
rather prefer not wish or choose to
believe
When the lines between a lie
and reality have now become so
blurred
We simply no longer can not
distinguish bettween them
Religion is about ideology; Resurrection is about The Christ.
Empty words; empty ideas; empty religions; Empty tombs.
Satan was totally clueless about the resurrection.
Unity with the Father was often mentioned by Jesus.
Reckless actions and self-assurance doomed Satan.
Roman nor Jewish law could have prevented the death of Christ.
Execution by crucifixion was the exact prediction of the prophets.
Christ rose from the grave on the third day and ascended after 40 days.
Thirty pieces of silver were the price paid to Judas for the betrayal.
If Peter denied Jesus and repented, why did Judas not also repent?
Overreach is a perfect word that fits the actions of Satan against Christ.
Never has anyone claimed to have found bones of Christ in the tomb. Why?
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11 Conservative Christian Activist Says He would rather be beheaded than wear a mask to prevent the spread of COVID 19
Conservative Christian activist
says he would rather be beheaded t
than wear a mask to prevent
the spread of COVID-19.
a radical anti-LGBT Trump-loving
conservative Christian,
Lively argues that requiring citizens
to wear a mask to fight the coronavirus pandemic
is like the Nazis requiring Jewish individuals
to wear a yellow star on their clothing,
and an unacceptable overreach
of government power.
These things must be balanced
against the disastrous consequences
of surrendering personal liberty
to overreaching government,
especially regarding face masks,
and enforced social distancing
and enforced social distancing
which are in some ways worse
than police-enforced lockdowns
because they represent
a literal in-your-face exercise
of statist power like Islamist head coverings
for women or the Nazis’ yellow star for Jews.
Unnecessary public mask wearing,
as opposed to reasonable usage,
is no less a statement of psychological submission
to higher authority than a dog collar.
In the greater scheme of things,
I believe liberty is more important
than security if one is forced
than security if one is forced
to choose between those two.
Those who don’t believe
that are ripe for the Mark of the Beast,
which is what this entire season
of chaos is really about, in my view.
Personally, I would rather die
or be maimed from COVID-19—
or be beheaded by a mob
of anarchists and Islamists—
than become a safe slave
in a global totalitarian government.
Led by Satan’s tool
Joe Biden
Look at it this simple way,
it's time you thought freely;
if it were for sure,I would
tell each and all secrets...
if it wouldn't bring harm and
you could look at it this simple way:
here's what I would like to say,
"Look at it this simple way!"
When you'll be deprived of everything,
recall to mind how feminine
you felt in the act of receiving someone,
nearest you...that companion of womanhood,
who taught you the kind words
and spoke of fantastic nights...
not like the ones you had!
Recall to mind
the hearty wishes you refused to withhold...
that weren't destined to change,by overreach,
the course of each!
Look at it this simple way,
it's time you thought freely;
if it were for ambition,I really
would jump up for joy...
here's what I like to say,
"Look at it this simple way!"