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Exaltation to Mary:
Queen of Prophets
To God be the glory
For enthroning you, Mama Mary
As Queen of Prophets – Queen of Heavenly Host
Among all queens & prophets – you are the foremost
You are the Most Blessed Queen
The Queen of queens, the Queen of Prophets, free of sin
The prophets in heaven bow down to you, oh Queen Mary
Oh Heavenly Queen, to you also glory be.
Amen.
-10/31/2019
(Dumarao)
*Exaltation to Mary as Queen of Heavenly Host
Only medium happy today.)
Only medium aware today.)
I was writing after being told
By God..The false prophets of
These latter years are the main
Or as I call them ( drainstream )
Information media; outlets re cap on the
The false prophets of baal.' The
Blood of saints and true prophets
Is on their hands, cue (isis mossad
Mi6 cia) etc, and media
Agendas pushing many conflicts.'
All Glory to the God of all.'
I follow my heart, my intuition
I believe in
Jesus's selflessness for people
the great father of the native American tribes
I believe we are all one with the mountains, trees, sky, earth, wind
I follow my spirit guides who whisper into my ears
I am clairaudient, clairvoyant and clairsentient
My power animals are deer, wolf, turtle, snake
deer reminds me to be even tempered
wolf helps me stand up for myself
turtle shows me a clear path
snake instigates new beginnings
I follow many prophets and teachers, some of this earth
others, in my dream state
my main mantra is that God is Love
I believe we are all here to love each other
that love is the ultimate guide.
Prophet of prophets, titled as messenger, guard of worlds
Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is
At the dream I told this poem, sultan of universes
Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is
Four lovers: Abu Bakr, Umar, Usman, Ali at every place
Express qualifications of four books of Lord
Fellow of God, Love of God, Messenger of God, Prophet of God
Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is
Anonymous
Translation Onur Ünlü
Beautiful chest of prophets is you dear messenger
Full moon at the closest sky is you dear messenger
Mirror of The Merciful, pure light of The Purest
Secret of seven coupled Opening is you dear messenger
Your light is bright candle, universes are to you dependent
Owner of sky ascension's crown is you dear messenger
Opener of the way of testament, founder of secret of prayer
Hope of Hudayi at the judgement day is you dear messenger
Allah oh Allah There is no god but Allah
Allah oh Allah Muhammed is messenger of Allah
Written By Aziz Mahmud Hudayi
Translation Onur Ünlü
Prophets of God, tell us stories, making us learn more about the afterlife.
Prophets of God, give us love and give us thoughts on life from the past and beyond.
Prophets have given their life, trying to make God words shine bright, making us able to see the light and lead us into our eternal life.
Prophets of God, are many, and grow each day as we pray and learn of our soul and the afterlife.
Like a building we are making, each word, each deed, lead us closer to our true life.
As we live in our 3D world, we are so big yet small in compared to the universe.
Did our prophets old and new, get the information from the universe, did it come from the air, and give them words that make us stare.
We pray for our salvation, that we may move forward to all the positive afterlife celebration, that we live our life worthy of Gods acceptance.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
The woman was a prophet,
though many forgot it.
She read the fates for others,
she helped many lovers.
Never once did she look into her own soul,
she never tried to find what would make her whole.
But one day, she wished on a star—
that she could find a love that would go far.
A man with a long beard prophesied his fate,
said he would meet someone great,
who orbits the same star
and would understand him—till they fell apart.
His life was a crowded place—
full of strangers who had promised to stay.
The man forgot his roots, forgot where he came from.
His fate, too, was read by another—who failed.
Trembling rain winds of fame
this game is just another regret
standing here on cold I so my fear
crushed my anxiety prophets and reality
cruel my intentions this is and never is
never to see and to never see eye to eye
cry for cry die in my arms
all the lies and all good buys
enter the fall, crawl into my pain
never the gain I am insane.
if this is who I am in my brain
than I will stay and I will pray.
Armageddon heat
false prophets are popping up
Colonels eating oil
“And for what, except for you,
do I feel love”
Wallace Stevens
Concealed in full view
there are sanctuaries where you
can go when the shrill noise
of politicians, preachers and prophets
gets too loud - the quiet
of a morning wearing a glossy melt
of frost honeyed in the glow of first light -
forest trails winding
under the whispers of tall trees -
a shoreline slowly emerging
from the stillness of a thick fog
as if it were letting go of a dream
and at the end of the street,
a place in the mind where a poem
frees itself from gravity
and with frail wings
lifts itself towards love.
in short, with care, i have read prophets careers and real lives stories
I do love them all
their efforts and honesty
appreciated
every prophet is like a perfect very beautiful lovely moon
the first one of them is Adam, the last one of them is Mohammed
so love all of them: Adam, Noah, Jesus, John and many to list
Allah's blessing, goodwill, grace as well as peace be upon all of them
Noah the prophet, was sent by God, to those who did not believe, he lived and preached a thousand years, but they still did not conceive. He begged and urged the pagan clans, but God had other plans. He built the ark at Gods command, to sail a mighty sea, they mocked and laughed when they saw the craft, but their doom did not foresee.
Moses the prophet stood tall and strong, and was sent to the Israelites. He came along when times were rough, and people hoped for light. With staff in hand he made a stand, where Pharaoh controlled the land. He was forced and banned from saving his clans, but God had other plans. They reached the sea when they tried to flee, and with Moses began to plea. But with Gods will, they crossed the sea, and Pharaoh ceased to be.
With bloodshed and crime, the beast shall climb, over the gates of hell. In acts of evil he drives his needles into peoples hearts and minds. On weaker minds he lives and thrives, with all the pleasure and joy. Since the beginning of time, while in his prime, he sought the destruction of man. In the pits of hell his kind shall dwell, because God is in control.
Saleh Ben Saleh
What proclaims
to save our souls
is killing its believers
Religion worse
than nuclear war …
born again deceivers
Breaking every
moral creed
stealing zero-sum
Ashes left to burn
and rot
—Yahweh on the run
(The New Room: January, 2023)
O how have I suffered such great graves!
I have been pierced by the swords of my kings
Injected with the liquid of their corruptions
They have rescinded my harmonious names
They have plucked away my treasures,
With every good of mine
Possessed unto themselves as stern,
And given them to foreign sons.
For self-benefits they have sold me to them,
And these Whitefaces treat me anyhow
Just like I was a cow;
To implore each their gem
In their own fathers’ land.
I, even I Africa, am replaced for a ring in my destroyers’ hand.
I have thought my kings would therefrom free me
But they yet serve them rather than me.
Woe to they that are presidents of poverty!
Wretched are the princes that pervert my people;
Cursed be the prophets that preach tribalism and nepotism;
And wicked are they that set my peoples asunder!
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