The taint is real and seeks to change, bind and rid your opportunity of standing this life for God. The Lord proclaimed the prophecy and the enemy knows the most important thing in this quest for power is to stop the chain of birth and rebirth through Christ.

From the outset, the children of man, or to be specific the seed of the woman was in danger. Each of them must be paraded, lured and conquered by their sin for power, lust or leisure and brought in to the dungeons of sin and judgment for death is the only cure in Dominion.

Over and over man were led into their own destruction, choosing death for personal gain, eschewing the promise of redemption, repair and everlasting for the fool’s gold of this temporary life. But there were those few who please God and kept their blood pure.

Methusaleh knew when his time ended that all false blood and tainted man must be swept from the Earth and having seen his grandson labor for one hundred twenty years he knew that mankind would be redeemed in the ark of Christ, the yet torn veil, the coming twain man.

It will be as the times of Noah our Lord said. In the times of Noah, the world population had to be wiped out as it was no longer human, the bloodline having been tainted by Angels creating the Nephilim. Noah and his family were the only people remaining “pure in their generations.

Where are we now. In that same time where all efforts of Dominion seek to taint our bloodlines, do away with those “unwanted” or even gain the right of prima nocta to impregnate those who would be human with tainted or strange flesh as the time of Sodom and Gamora.

Why are those who “take the mark” incapable of salvation? What is mRNA? What is double helix DNA? Why are there two strands of DNA each with 72000 proteins totalling 144,000? Why does this signify the signature of Mankind and also the method to taint humanity by adding strands or PROTEINS to the strands?

This is not some utterly complex story that we are told to confound our minds and test our IQ. This is the Bible that seeks to explain to all that God Loves us and how we are to endure with the Seal of the Holy Spirit to the end of days that is clearly upon us.

Walking slowly through the dream. Interpreting what little I may gather, finding places meant for greater men to sit and rest a bit. In the sandals of the Lordly I prepare. Having left behind any compunction or profiteering from the wisdom given freely.

What launch my boat has found? What standards bear, what monstrosities undone? Who determines nobility when bloodline and behavior are greater moorings to things that spin the universe? Who says what being complete has always been about?

By all right and embossed ribbon presented they have pronounced us lesser men. The dawn having prepared the few to look down upon the many. What blessings counted rare are frequently offered for the telling of our own tales?

Where do all the greenest grasses grow if not in the pleasant moments of my own belonging? Is satisfaction always beyond the next fence or better argument having proven the days are wanton? By nature I include the beloved in the moments precious.

They tell a tale of a forgotten man who was never known but they tell it with such fervor. Regaling themselves with words lived by other men, yet made weighty in the quest to make hearts feel wonder and passion, believing themselves included in the sky above the Maker.

Not inclined to be anywhere at any time or day I find the pleasure of simply walking, calmly through the things of spirit. Dandelions no less impressive than the finest crimson rose. What scholarly rag tells people of my mastery in things they cannot understand?

I alone may make this road amazing. Two may ride and ten follow but only one may make the hope real and the pain a trusted partner. The process is the end and beginning. To find the gold among the garland and the coal when dark is gone and light beckons onward.

How do we adequately explain the multiple subjects and veins of today’s Global Correction? Why is it taking such a long time for the forces of light to turn about the cancer and corruption that seems endemic to the entire world of nations? Why do all of these changes run concurrent with Biblical prophecy regarding the end of days? Why won’t people simply see the reality before their eyes that is so simple even children proclaim the truth in clarity?

What happened in the Garden? Adam disobeyed as his wife came to him having been deceived into believing that by eating of the forbidden fruit that she and her husband could be like God Almighty or even above Him. What drove her to this deception? What made the choice for Adam to disobey God and lose all that He, They had been given? Why is today’s worldly belief that “Knowledge is Power” the same deceptive belief that trapped Adam and Eve into diminished life for all man kind by releasing Sin and Death into the world?

How has the history of mankind mirrored the manuscript of this continuing battle between the “Earth Dwellers”, powers and principalities inhabiting this world and those of the Coming Kingdom of Christ Jesus promised as end of these current historical ages? This being a blog and not a book we must compress history and accept certain assertions to arrive at a conclusion in the coming minutes to avoid the days/week it would otherwise require to investigate the entire story extending thousands of years.

We must first accept that it is clear in understanding the two specific trees mentioned in the Garden we see the clash defined. Although most will remember the fruit of the tree of knowledge of Good and Evil they rarely remember the Tree of Life which was also present. It is clear Adam and Eve had to leave the Garden having eaten the first for it they ate the fruit of the Tree of Life they would have been caught forever in their sin without opportunity for redemption. God had mercy upon them and predicted that He would provide the answer to their dilemma via the seed of the woman.

Having been expelled and the gates protected by powerful angel, Adam and Eve were sent into the world until the prophetic revelation of God’s Lamb would take away the Sins of the world and usher in the Kingdom without end. Yes, this too would mean the judgment and punishment of the fallen, but the greater hope is that all who found themselves in sin would now have the Choice to find grace and everlasting life. Choice as we all concur is the guiding principle to real love as Love must be made by choice. That choice, forgive me for the simplification must be between the offerings of this world and The Kingdom to Come in Everlasting Life. It is possible to reduce this to that simplistic component. As, Satan promised Jesus Himself in the desert the gifts and bounty of this World.

Now to this day. There is nothing new in the world. We are simply looking at the same struggle between the Empire awaiting its king the anti Christ and those having been born again by God’s Holy Spirit awaiting the King of Kings and Lord of Lord’s Jesus Christ the King. Two groups waiting for their leader. One trapped into the temporary wins/losses of this world and a coming false god and the other: forgiven, redeemed to God Almighty, born again by the torn veil and the twain man having freed them from the limitation of the original struggle against sin and death. We simply believe ourselves unique as we believe the words of the world that we are an evolved species prepared for something transcendent.

What comes next is the evaluation of our current dilemma wrapped within the clarity of our present understanding that it is simply more of the same with a lot more tech and shrouds of the lies found in those seeking knowledge as he answer when it is simply a tool. Let us have chat about the circumstances armed with that wisdom and we will see that the same simple truths asserted at the outset apply as before. It is time for man to become awake or choose to incline themselves to a dark deception that will greet them and keep them in their separation for God and those inclined to eternal life.

They are wrapped in the embrace of the one who knows all about them. So pleased that they’ve chosen Him. Many departed choosing the road less traveled when we came to the crossroads or y in the pathway. It never hurts less, but it makes so much sense now. Not the sense that makes the heart hurt less, but the sense that the lessons God had for them were on another jaunt of the same path leading to the sunrise.

Love is the willingness to let go when what God has planned for those loved will only be found in their departure. This world hurts especially in the loss and loneliness, payment for letting ties go and fires die. It always matters that is why the pain accompanies each memory because if not we may forgot life’s importance and why God, though walking inside us leaves us to travel in a semblance of struggling alone.

My maturity only began when I stopped letting go in an emotional torrent of hurt and revenge, instead in a understanding effort to listen to God’s direction for their sanctification. Don’t accept the anointing if you want to simply consider yourself and your own direction or wants. The service demands a quickened heart to the hurts associated with friendships, teaching or partnership. People leave and some although you wish them to stay God has other plans for them that do not include your input and require your growth to overcome.

I do not fault you Brother, you can only see from here to there and unfortunately for us you can see that I have taken the path leading up the mountain and yours will go through yonder valley. Family I get it you wanted someone perfect and knowing that he would never come you looked for every reason, every mistake as opportunity for clean departure. You are no less loved. I understand the limitations of the human condition. God however loves in other ways.

I have always been good enough for Him and yet I strive in peace to be a more perfect man than at any other point in this lifetime. It is not a drive born of achievement or promised reward but one of love and respect. I have never been good enough for the world, especially when I joined them in their quest to dominate, achieve and make a huge mark on this existence. That is the crucial choice of the born again. We must leave behind those things inclined to mastery of this world for we are not longer meant for it but beyond.

Pain held dear, for things that matter so and for things that just will never fit into God’s Direction. If only things worked out to our liking at each opportunity but that makes no sense for men and women seeking the experience of trial. For the pain is our greatest enemy yet the smartest of our teachers, for it knows what will change the heart and mind in perpetuity. Loss of things that matter will forever be my most wonderful achievement. Never wanted it but was served up a regular dose until I realized that God had used me to get them to where they were always meant to end up.

Not saddened as the man in woolen hat, the smell of wet sheep and weeping grasses by the pond. Nor the dismal realization of winter’s frost upon this aged heart. The spark is lit and though a small flame coaxes the fire’s life, the promise of warmth, hope and comfort has beaten back the talk of ice and buried life beneath it.

No numbness upon the tip of finger or in the back of sullen mind. No fear of death as its sting is left upon the field’s above Golgotha. We may not be finished but the battle for everlasting was won and now we no longer fear the dark of night nor the shortness of our coming existence. All seeds have been promised rebirth.

These are the days of eternal Spring even though most have no cause to embrace new life. What is done has been done and we must always reflect, absorb and counsel in the midst of our decisions. That which resides beyond mountain’s curve is the truth in contemplation. It is for the mysteries that I live, having accepted the courses of reality.

What gift my words produce, what change my quiet council brings, what love is seen and accepted as genuine these are the whispers of remembering. Do men trust me, do children seek my protection and women have no fear against me? There is no reward but to be seen by the living as a man that will go on living in Christ Jesus.

Nothing may be taken from me that He esteems as truth. Clutch not the brutal things of men seeking point to place incisor. There are no cauldrons of wants and wishes brewing in the backyard of my intention. No spell to raise spirits and command that you follow the burdens of my commandment. Freedom is just that to do as you or God has bidden.

There are no rules or pursuits I have directed. Only God commands mine is only mentioned in hope that you heard and are driven, guided and led by All that God has given. For what promise may I give of eternal life but to repeat that which first arrived on hallowed ground to men only worthy as I by the gift’s of God’s provision.

Wooden heart and stone for blood swept by winds a toll to pay. Chasing dreams after midnight is a careful and solemn pursuit. At some broad age, self-inflective, we fail to see the value in stepping into the same old sodden hole where waters rush in drowning swollen toes. Blunting the beaks of birds pent on pecking clean every seed or nut presented. A quiet sort of morning, no happiness or worth accounted in decisions rarely considered.

A life time of departure and waiting upon a clock that never chimes and often leaves throats parched. Preparations made, grounds tended, sights aligned only to count our parties tardy on arrival. Nothing sure, winds change and some parcels too laden with burdens in packaging must be separated into broader baskets. Care for the most part is a gift of service for nothing other than the brief sharing of rye smile, wink and fond remembering.

Never been in charge, wouldn’t know what to do if required to guide someone’s deepest thinking. Roads, made to shape the legs and heart must be taken at the behest and motivation of the individual. Oft times it remains the seasoned professional will watch and blink when shot rolls into the rough, knowing each time a colleague is forced to reason the unlikely. Then to encourage not in form or fashion but simply having listened and recorded.

There is a reckoning of sorts for each man in passing. Having haphazardly or precisely chosen paths upon which to venture. The words choppy in reflection the waters frighteningly swift for timely departure. All things remind us that there is a common theme and efforts toward an ending. If we are attentive and our efforts aligned toward objective restoration the building is sound and stands against all weather. One footfall the tool for all achievement.

How important the start, launch or beginning. For timely race must be made when destination wanted. Most may take all due time if purpose is unsettled, but when mission critical and assignment both are certain. Then each step may be the determining factor in failure, fault or festivity. What shall be celebrated by chance when careful planning the only path to the impossible plateau or peak sought not in folly but intention, heart and purchase?

Look right through the window of me. No substance, curse or repository of wisdom. Simply an incandescent pylon bending and bearing the lights that shine through the prism leading viewers to focus upon that which resides beyond.

Is this escape or dungeon to not be seen by those in passing? This is greatest form of being alone when failing the recognition of the body that surrounds. Almost as if set in another dimension where touch, sound and hearing are restricted to like wave forms.

Looking past the plight of understanding. What are miracles but power and energy beyond the temporal significance. This mount upon which we stand is neither mapped nor present in the world of men, but set apart for worship, fellowship and presence.

Any pain found in my own clutching hand and heart. Holding fast to the things I no longer possess in focused ambition. This freedom is a hard lesson but the promise of rewards beyond my mortal thinking. Finding passages unlabeled in the darkness.

I cannot know the mind of God though he stands before me. Is this the shared suffering of living a life that has already expired? Is this measure of separation the greatest gift given unto the living that they may reside outside the worried world and give great love from beyond?

Accepting simply the walk in promise of ignorance’s removal. Predestination for adoption into inheritance I barely comprehend. All the wonders of an imagination yet to receive the base componentry of allegria found in joyful recognition of the place I have arrived.

Dare to dream. Let go the pain. Remember belief and recognition is where relationship with God begins. No more left to fate but resting in promise. My duty to admit and understand that which remains beyond the cusp of my weakened capture.

My heart would write of justice and polite concern by all men one for another. Alas, the dreams of men who would be content in nonexistent peace is a daft and lawless order. Once seeing our reflection yet turning away and forgetting our identity leaves us bereft of confident application. If I know the thing that is right yet have neither the charisma nor constitution to sponsor it materialization of what power may I claim my wisdom?

We yearn for the things seen in the blessed hands of other men and cannot look asunder. Ill content with the scarcity and poverty of my own failed grace I must spin and disrupt the healthy lives of those who have surrendered before their maker or their fate. I have enough, but is that enough quite enough to stem the lusts for more? How do I pretend around the innocent that I do not wish to consume for personal moments of happiness all they are given?

What horrific saga plays nightly in the minds of men that they cannot simply observe a thing a innocence or beauty without the ensuing moments of washing it down with an aperitif having finely crunched it to prattle in our ravenous jaw? Must every butterfly entering vision be stomped, crush or pounded into oblivion? What then the loving mirrors of mankind in love? Are music, dance and laughter implausible?

Oh, that I have forgotten all those things which were taught to be somehow socially acceptable, lost in the rubble of lives broken, tossed away or swallowed by the greed within our bodice. The smell closer to my heart repels and rebukes our understanding and self-observance. For all my magical or gleefully accounted acts of noble and fine intent, the revelation of my self is putrid as the open can of garbage.

It would not be that bad if it were only my heart infected, but it is the collective heart of man that disturbs me so. We posture and pester believing ourselves worthy yet in a moment of reflection reality reveals the malcontent and infectious disease that still infects our human heart and understanding. Until the innocent are inviolate and protected with ample mercy then the putridity persists, but we seek to do first and then analyze. How brilliant the possibility to think before we act?

Regardless of large hands and small controls there is no shame in losing one’s way on the way to finding it. Stepped back into the comforting shadow of my inspiration, surrounded by dwarfing giants, rhetoric beyond the audience and calculations too long to measure. This is the place of journey’s middle, foot kicked up on a stump, freshly buttered biscuit from the cast iron smoking as it asks the fire for more.

Dirt on everything, running water thirty feet away, but now is the time to sit and enjoy the season for no other reason than it is good to find rest in deep or empty thought. Greens and browns of woodland man I would assume that to most but the squirrels and fawns I blend. Birds chirp and casually sort through the assorted handful of seeds and nuts I tossed their direction. What is good you know it right away.

The evil does not consume my time. The pain that they leave in their wake captures my attention. For this is a walk of health and scars, leaving the tar and feathering to angry folks and wrapping the broken hearts, wounded memories and showing love as the answer to all communication difficulties. Sitting alone is good but barely kicks the meter when compared to the emotions and trying times spent with humans and dogs.

These are the winds of the Winter’s passage. A Spring awaits so cool and clean we may drink it down to slake our burning thirst for peace. Passion’s hope is that we are ambitious about anything noble. No more, it’s all about me. These are the days and years where Men find purpose and resolve even unto passing. That is the course of worthy outcome. To be measured not by successes but by diligent, perhaps relentless resistance against the dark, Knowing the Light of the World has come.