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The Eternal Holy Spirit is Eternal God and the 3rd Person of the blessed Eternal Trinity
The Eternal Holy Spirit is the love between the Eternal Father and the Eternal Son
The Eternal Holy Spirit sanctifies souls through the gift of grace
The Eternal Holy Spirit gives us grace which is Father Christ’s life in us
There are 2 kinds of grace Sanctifying grace and Actual grace
Sanctifying grace are
1st Makes us holy and pleasing to Eternal God
2nd Makes us adopted children of Eternal God
3rd Makes us temple of the Eternal Holy Spirit
4th Gives us the right to Heaven
Actual grace is a supernatural help of Eternal God which enlightens our mind and strengthens our will to do good and to avoid evil
All the special helps that Eternal God gives are Actual graces
He gives us these helps when we need them and as long as we need them
The principal ways of obtaining grace are prayer
And the Sacraments
Especially the Holy Eucharist or the body of Father Christ
If there's a chance,
Can we have this dance?
I will take a life's race,
will you come with me to face?
Tears flowered to my eyes,
save my soul,
will you do?
Don't tremble or fumble,
as I touch your lips
Yet express joy,
as I joke and play on gyst
Hero, that I want to be for you
Crashing all your hurts and pains
Be by your side, forever be
Vowing to be only yours,
Only yours...
But would you consider me?
Will you take me as well?
A lie
Never ever will you tell
"Only us", that you will swear?
by
olive_eloi
1:38 pm
03/18/2014
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"Supernatural power we humans don't possess, yet with our own way we can be heroes even for a day.... "
by
olive_eloi
Beating their wings hard against the wind
stars spring out soft, then slowly rescind
Unwinding their colors round fur line trees
the world as we know it falls at their knees;
Supernatural scents permeating the air
diffusing their magic with charm and with flare
Utopian eyes that wander then mirror
cool crystal waters that cloak and transmit her
Down in the orchard a butterfly sprite
with emerald wings to gage through the night
They dance and they flutter on wings of slow butter
hovering gentle to hither and skitter
inside a dominion of archmage enchanters.
A carpet of flowers surrounded by magic and dew,
slow sip aromas of chamomile essence & feverfew.
Development laps at emaciated canvas
Exponential images whisper a thousand words
Chemical dip shifts generic into candid
Graphic effigy given vigour by a brief submerge
Slippery minutes expand sqare memoir
Retrieved from squalid pool, jumped illustrious
Pregnant with wisdom from an embalm
Faith puts detail on paper basic miscellaneous
Source of light firms fine composition
Blankness bask enables solid ice to effervesce
Supernatural Spirit delivered christens
Fermented parchment finds miracles manifest
15th February
Philosophic Rearrangement
JULY 14TH,2015 "The Peace of God"
Satan is very busy and there’s so much hate
Come under the shadow of the Almighty for safety before it’s to late
Harder times are coming trust in Jesus accompanied with His Mercy and Grace
Our Heavenly Father, has Supernatural Peace.
that will put you back on course steady your pace.
God loves His people but He hates the Sin.
“Come all ye that are heavy and laden.”
Allow Me through the Holy Spirit to enter in.
Behold, I have given you the power, authority, to stand in faith,
to stretch forth thy rod.
Now enter into My Presence and receive
“The Peace of God”
I have observed that some of the wars of Israel, both ancient and modern, have been recorded and demonstrate a CELESTIAL infiltration greatly assisting and enabling their victory. Of course, there are those who always project such engagement of the supernatural as fairy tales and BESMIRCH the true history of the Israelite people. I prefer to believe in the biblical accounts than those of revisionist historians. I am forever anticipating the everlasting God who strengthens his people both Jews and Gentiles like the PINION of an eagle, enabling us to reach mountain heights otherwise impossible. I refuse to allow the impassioned THROES of hatred to blind the reality of love's immortal quest to restore all mankind to our original design and purpose. Not only God but nature itself pleas with us to make our short individual SOJOURN upon the earth count for something far bigger than ourselves. Indeed, may we allow God to reignite the light that was infused within us at creation. That light, so cleverly dimmed, smothered, and put out in Adam and Eve, must become LISSOME once more. When such becomes the state of mankind, the FIRMAMENT will give consent, and haters, greed-addicts, and power mongers will disappear like vapor from heated waters. Then, the lion will eat straw and cease the hunt for meaty prey. Then, weapons of war will be turned into pruning hooks. We will study war no more, and mankind the world over will REPOSE.
05222018PSContest, 8- Word Challenge 4, John Hamilton, 5P
The Dawn Sentinel pt2
Having summoned the forbidden guardians here in the heart
of the palace, illusion floats in anticipation while breathing
conjuration with ritual dress in unbounded souls, spellbound.
Revealing its kingdom, old sorrows, and shadows of the past.
But the invocation has changed.
The omen is now revealed, the yellow carpet flies wingless
Throughout the palace, a tempting abyss, one to run with
insanity from whispering noise.
The solar goddess seduced senses in claiming her supernatural
Kin have arrived as guardians of the light barrier of the higher self.
Her aura and presence eclipse the art of deception in the air.
As the inner illusion finally fractures, broken and cast aside.
Those symbols in the elements, a sudden burst of liquid amber.
The ancient invocation has ceased.
The palace air thickens with the scent of ozone, filled with scorched
Hot stones. Beneath the vaulted ceiling, give way, and loud squealing.
It can be felt throughout the royal residence.
The marble surface began pulsating, and the spider's webbing silk swelled
In deformation glow, shivers as the once forbidden shrine collapses.
And crushed under an unseen weight.
No more weeping elegies; by the celestial armor.
The solar Goddess descends, and with her come the sentinels.
They manifested in white energy; their presence smelled of the
direction of the sun and ancient lighting.
Their eyes are effervescent, bubbling with the fire of fluorescence.
Molten gold, stripping the veil from every corner, until the shadows
They start screaming as they dissolve, while dismantling the old altars.
With hands of eternal flame.
The old god has been burned out.
And Dawn Sentinels now stand watch over the ashes.
What twisted minds we have!
Fascinated by dark ritual,
sacrifice of human blood
to call black magic to our aid.
Alluring secret knowledge,
perilous complexities;
attempting to control
the supernatural.
How can this make sense anymore?
Two thousand years ago,
the Divine bled itself for us,
granted us power
despite our unworthiness and ignorance.
Freely given, and open to the light.
A ritual beyond our wildest dreams.
So condescendant, the Lord of the Light,
for all that we must do
is to believe,
and to eat,
And all is ours...
The terms of the pact really make no sense,
but God makes all things new.
3 June 2024
the gospel of Luke is the most detailed accounting of Jesus Christ
It reveals His conception, His early childhood and His missionary life
In the gospel of Luke he tells about God's 2 part master plan
to deliver a Messiah into Israel's hands
the first part of the plan was to send an anointed blessing
to Zachariah and Elizabeth for all their years of childless stressing
a son was finally born to them whose mission would be one of preparation
John the Baptist who would pave the way for the One coming to deliver salvation
the second part of the plan was the supernatural conception of God's chosen one
a virgin girl with a true faith to be the vessel for His earthly son
Mary was her name and in her the Lord God had found favor
the 2nd cousin to John the Baptist and now to become the mother of our Savior
Mary went to her cousin Elizabeth and told her of the Angel's words
at first she was anxious and troubled and then she thought it was absurd
then Elizabeth said, look at me, I carry a miracle in my aged womb
and if the Angel of God said that to you in your mind now make the room
we are connected by blood and it makes perfect sense and sound reasoning
that God would give us both a miracle
in order to do what for Him is most pleasing
and at that meeting the child in Elizabeth's womb
received the Holy Spirit and jumped for joy
the confirmation that Mary was the vessel chosen
to bring forth God's little boy
called to be a vessel Mary was the chosen one
called to be a vessel to give life to God's only Son
as God has a purpose and a mission for each of us
and all He asks is that in His word we learn to trust
for when God gives you a word the situation is already in place
and when God gives you a word just accept His infinite wisdom and grace
it might not make much sense to you but that's all right
just do whatever God desires of you and be acceptable in His sight
called to a vessel for in you God has found favor
called to be a vessel because of your obedient behavior
called to be a vessel by accepting God's purposeful hands
when you're called to be a vessel to carry out the Lord's master plans
(A lone voice whispers)
I always used to wonder
Where do Robins go to sleep
Then one dark night
Within a deep all-consuming lucid dream
At approximately one o'clock
A beautiful deity appeared out of the mist
Wearing a blue and white coat
Holding a Lily and a shining lantern
Across its shoulder, a golden trumpet and a branch from Paradise
On its golden belt
Hung a scepter and a silver scroll
As it strolled towards me
Within my illustrious sleeping streams
A strange palace of darkness
Where no birds
Flew or squawked
Its mysterious ever watchful eyes
Held me firmly transfixed
Like an ethereal heavenly hawk
Its bright white orbs
Swallowed me whole
As it whispered words
I'll remember
Until I'm old
Within the light of day,
We appear
Your beloved and even I
To watch over and visit you
To see and follow all that you do
When we, the blessed few
Waiting in the new spectacular bright white lights
In the glorious cathedrals of Atmos, shadowy arches
Cross over
When allowed a brief time
Before we are eventually
Reunited in a new form
To rejoice in hymn
Within your All Highs
Divine Church
Depending upon
The faith of your choice
To visit those we still
Love
To leave a sign or sing
A sonnet
Happily with echoes of our new voice as we too mourn
Then in here
At darkness
In
The Great In-Between
A place you all visit
Whenever you fall asleep
In deep dreams,
We always appear
For real spiritual shapeshifters
Like us
Never really sleep
We just transform into Robins
Through a supernatural technique
For sometimes they are merely vessels
We use
Just one of our everlasting souls keeps
So if you see one
And it sings
Looking straight at you
Remember this
It's just a beloved loved one
Maybe even me
Archangel Gabriel
Channelling
Through
And with that beautiful closing line
It disappeared quietly
Back into the receding winds that whined
Of the Hidden Divine
And when I awoke at eight,
I'm sure it met me
Sat on my old garden's wooden gate
My beautiful friend
Who loves to sit on the washing line
Whispering and singing
Hello
Sending shivers and tingling
Shooting
As I remember that dream
All the way
Up and down
My sinuous
spine
(C)
Copyright John Duffy