Nothing short of miracle. I pray for you the absolute achievement of every plan God has for your life. In Keeping with preparation for the coming King, that includes seeing the end of repetitive lessons, which traditionally are the most painful.

There is no competition between saints, only encouragement or need for separation of logistics and allocation of provision toward similar but alternate Godly ends. What God ordains for your direction, promise and fulfillment delights me.

All scenarios include praying for positive outcomes consistent with Holy Spirit’s council. I will miss you in this brief life in the perfect knowledge that God will allow us to be rid of this world’s nonsense in the perfect order of everlasting union.

There is no situation where I will invite the demonic into this ministry, nor will I wish for you to meet those elements of the powers/principalities of the dark. Our objectives are for the end to wickedness, meaning anything inconsistent with God’s Will.

So many nights I have awakened to cry out to Him for my continued failures for the Kingdom. However, sometimes I must succeed and be thankful for the opportunity to wisely serve, knowing the difference is the success which man seeks.

Forgiveness is the preferred state of abundant life. Any burden carried in my heart will inevitably slow me down becoming restraining difficulty on the road to mission accomplished. Light to travel means no self assigned encumbrance.

Yes, there are imaginations or iterations of daydream where things would perfectly align to produce a team that is consistent and committed to the mutual achievement of the objectives given this pastor for our combined success.

However, the commitment is essential and there never was one. Without that commitment and the agreement associated with a final decision maker that there be no argument or mistaken placement of accountability. Guaranteed chaos.

Mission work must always start out simply. Rebirth, departure from the world’s system, prayerful realignment with God’s direction, provision and endurance through the Holy Spirit and finally circumstances in worship that accord all glory to Him.

Taking steps at large investment, up front is worldly business, for it asserts our human vision and scripting as guiding projection for something to be written in God’s hand and timing. Abraham simply left to go wherever God would lead him.

Can we imagine right now where we would be standing in this ministry if we had simply committed and gone wherever God led? That is the price of leadership or the lack of a commitment to follow one leader in a chain of Command set by God’s Word.

I have no sympathy for my own disobedient heart, nor am I impressed by my own wishes to find something outside of this foundation of understanding. There is no happiness for me within the scenarios I write or have written, only defeat.

This life is about refinement for all concerned even God’s Will for the disobedient is governed by His loving desire to see all creation come to that desire to be like Him/With Him. My own established insanity would be achieved in seeking otherwise.

Am I perfect, the fact that I am here on this Earth defines I am not? Therefore the reason for being here is the process of becoming. Becoming what I yet don’t know for I do not yet know God as He is, but I will as His Word promised both of us.

Even if. Forgetting my place in this world. The choices I must make versus the ones I find expedient. Are lynching the thoughts of this embattled heart. Testing, Yet watching, the stock of my personal power plummet. To the depths of twisting tunnels and shrouded cavern. Nothing rises, but promise.

Hope is not wing, but rising air beneath it. Stretched beyond the ratchets of time. Chance figures the wager. Bargaining for more time, space or things to admire. No hands, no peaceful repose. Gone destiny, fed to the penchant of knowing something better. May not fill that dream shaped projection.

There are so many good things whispered by the moaning planet. Days long, sunlight strong. Well wishes in the crowd shouting kind things in passing. Forgotten buttons depressed for floors never shown on the planchette. Weakness found only in the bending will seeking another reason.

Focal cries of heart and daydream. To mince words and argue with chaos about time. Gravity forcing my feet onward to a dream I have yet to ponder. Alone, but reinforcement certain. Morning by the window-sill stuck together with the glue and alabaster. Our stock in shade falls without expiration.

To the foggy hut, with smoke filled eyes. Begging audience to forget the tears and misplaced feet. As slippery ground exposes plans yet lacking. Fast, squandered motion and the heat that leaks from friction. Finding myself someone else. With destiny and comfort in found in the cabinets of understanding.

Dawn forgets the expectation of its arrival. Dark seeking slumber begs for light to set it free. Compelled by wisdom, never found. In remorse and petulant musing we fight back against the rules, commands and worry. Selling ourselves to be slaves of heart and trifle. We willingly repress all candor.

Master not the steps and trial of this mountain. Wander with good recourse or intention. Lost at the foot of the mill, meant to breed the masses. Singular, select, chiseled from the cliffs we failed to cover. Navigate the depths and height, emotion asked and answered, but never invited to graduation.

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The glory found in today’s puzzling thoughts. Mind and hope make for profound recipes and unexpected dishes. Tomorrow’s path has its own worries.

What sum the total of love and the committed effort to watch further sun’s challenge the dark? Seldom swum streams welcome those brave enough to swim them.

Owned and filled by thousand star’s light. Mercy to contain that much power and still feel the embrace of humility. Dreams minister to the cadence and harmony sung at throne’s edge.

Impenetrable wisdom denying this journey made to waiting oracle. Within the realm of meditation, not on fire’s brewing, but upon the brew with dark and bitter outcome.

Inclined my ear with tilted neck leaning and gleaning silence for anticipated whisper. Struck blind by lightning and startling thunder. Running ahead of pack and longhorn.

Is there truth built into the mechanisms and articular appendage? Will waving these arms and expressing finger forma relieve anxiety or doubting? Watching the waiting waves.

I didn’t know I was going to know the reason for my making. I didn’t expect that every pain was part and parcel to upbringing. Raised to calculate numbers larger than my name.

Unto the promises of heaven I relinquish my unbelief and anger. There are no roads worthy of travel that include ill-surrendered burden. To the heaven’s I commit the dust and breeze.

With purpose I welcome the mountains before me. Let this eye not advise retreat. But confer in courage and spirit to the plateaus of morning’s mission.

To all quiet or moment’s of war’s mastery. To hear the bird beyond the bells and bombs enlisting the brave to follow, unto the road carved in stars and sadness.

Abysmal acclaim in achievement of my worldly mandate. Standing in the spotlight of my mounting hubris I hug myself and proclaim how pleased God must be with my performance. In delight of self, I worship me and the bending of all realities to my eloquence, beauty and personal power. What a delightful memory this moment when I gathered my world to me.

The psychological pyramid of my ascension, self-actualization guided arrival at godhood in special, apotheosis. The origin of man’s sin found in equivalence with God. No wonder that women have taken over the seats of action, power and prayer in the Body as man continues to deny culpability. We walked away from the Spirit of God upon us in surrender to Truth.

What now that I have manifested my own gospel? What reward attained? Access to mysteries, global accord and participation in gilded eternal hope? What prize found in relationships based on construct of youth’s torture and unrequited outcomes of a wounded heart? What day do I now esteem but the achievements of my own carnal empire of me?

No it is an achievement beyond the realm of self this time alone with our Maker. Certainly I may fail as most men will in acknowledging my origin in the seed of Adam and the need for rebirth in Christ. In so doing I may as well obtain the pinnacle of temporary outcomes and seal my participation in the award of all things belonging to the achievements of second best.

I see no reason to worship this man before my becoming. I see no reward in relationship with Friend, parishioner of wife in the prescribed scripting of my own writer’s cramp. I see no tomorrow beyond yesterday held in the absolute certainty of an arrival I never started on paths denied. I see no equivalence to anything but an animal to taste of fire’s Lake.

Are you equally pleased in the mammon increases of service to self? Are you no longer alone in acquiring the outcomes written in the manuscript of mind’s eye? What peace in found in my own power that I may display before the crowd as answer to God’s Image upon me. In this life what has been made possible that before was well beyond my power and reason?

What is gained? What remains? What is now beyond my acquisition? Is this limit a surrender to the possible found within myself? Do I dream of the impossible or seek peace in that which I know may be achieved in my own power, pace and proposition? I was not made by a perfect God to become something constructed to fit the container of this world.

I was made to resemble and declare my unity, family and faith in that which resides outside of time or thinking. There is no peace for me in the achievements of a Script written in man’s passing, having been subjected and rendered carbon by the Baptism of God’s Holy Spirit. There is no road but the one upon which I find peace in the promises of where it leads me.

Every glorious sign indicates our closeness to God’s unfolding plan and the return of Jesus. Praise God for placing me in a position of service for the last decade to pray, research and educate on a panoply of subjects weighing heavily on the human mind. God is of Order. Is it possible that He would want a relative calm in/through which humanity makes the most important decision facing us in this carnal lifetime?

Logistically, we have reached a point in travel mastery that we may circumvent the globe with relative ease by air, sea and space. With the airwaves, internet and speed to disseminate occurrence we now understand our world and those cultures that occupy it alongside. We have arrived at an era where there is great natural and manufactured tension to develop Global Governance. For the first time the fake trinity of government seeks to control this planet without God’s guidance or will.

Those who have inserted themselves in the unholy position between men and God continue to build tolerance as the basis for an ALL Faith acceptance. This prediction announces the soon/post arrival of Anti Christ waiting in position to elevate upon removal of the restraining spirit. They do not ask God for permission nor humbly beg forgiveness but instead assert their own godhood as sufficiency for blaspheming the Sovereign God of the Universe. Most if not nearly ALL mainstream and lesser manned religions/denominational outfits now claim their own authority to make rules, collect monies and conduct ministries with ideas inconsistent with Scripture.

Food and Water are now not our own but managed, polluted and poisoned with the express intent on governing God’s Creation. Those who offer little in asset or service are restricted access and left in poor health with the clear intention of eugenocide. Medical care is orchestrated, developed and disseminated to both commoner and Noble with different rules and rituals to logically limit reproductive health and longevity to narrow the classes. Love is in short supply except for those who see God’s coming restoration prior to His delivery of justified and long awaited wrath.

Yes, the pressures of this world as it strains to escape the Hand and Throne of God have awakened the hearts of those who would Know their God. We are seeing women return to the self governance of respect and union with good men. We are seeing youth not angered by their Fathers returning their inclined ear and heart to the Dad out of respect and gathered wisdom found in Christ. We are seeing the stage set for the grand ending written before time began to the puzzle of God’s Man. These are wonderful times to be tested and found wanton or true. This is the awesome and potent life of abundance for which Christ became man. In Jesus’ name.

Today is the day that God has given U.S. to rejoice, regardless of it esteemed value. It reminds me of the day on which Christ Jesus fulfilled Biblical redemptive prophecy riding into Jerusalem on the foal the colt of a Donkey. In that I will always find more joy than I ever deserved.

However, this day is important for reasons that yet may be unknown to the public. Today in America is 01/20/26, the one year anniversary of Donald J. Trump’s inauguration. Why would I mention this day’s importance and not be referring to that anniversary. This is the legal one year date of the end of “Belligerent Occupation” over America. An globally significant day in the legal realm.

The British, Rothschild, East India Corporate, Vatican merger into the Crown Global Corporation cleverly enslaved America in 1871 through legal ju-jitsu. They created a Corporation in Washington D.C., our Capital, that had been donated by the Jesuits of Towson Maryland, the Carroll Family per orders of Rome et al.

This diamond shaped city, run by Lex Fori Law (Canon Law) acted in Supremacy to the collective “Common Law” run States. This Corporation duplicated our Constitution almost identically, with the exception that it was now the Corporation of the United States to which we were pencils, employees, slaves. This is known as Belligerent Occupation in the Law of War/Armed Conflict.

Donald Trump’s inauguration ended this belligerent occupation of our Nation. Why celebrate our deliverance by God, through His vessel Donald J. Trump? Well, we are now a free nation, no longer colony of the King/Queen of England and their wicked business partners and this date signifies certain legal realities regarding the end of that occupation. After today for instance, ALL ALIENS must be sent home as they were too captives of that occupation. The Geneva Convention of 1949 section IV says so.

Additionally, the GESARA/NESARA deployments were launched today. Donald J. Trump officially withdrew all American military personnel from IRAQ. Why today, because today the Iraqi Dinar is revalued. Considering we have $35Billion USD in Dinar and Trump said we will not leave until we are paid for the entire rebuild of Iraq. These Dinar are most likely valued at $>40Trillion USD.

We also worked out a deal to purchase Greenland from Denmark and if this happens together with Alberta seeking separation from Canada as sovereign Nation we will be well on the way to establishing the North American United States to include Canada, Greenland and 50 others. When looking at this together with the dynamic changes facing Central and South America we clearly have reason to check our fears at the doorway to the new World revision.

I do not leap for joy on these things simply because it is good for America and the World but these occurrences are consistent with the world environment that must exist for the revelation of Biblical Eschatology. We are looking at a restitution of free people that may make free decisions for or against God. The new playing field is ripe for harvest and indicates the closeness of Christ’s Return.

Yes, all of these actions, including so many in the middle East, Far East and Europe set the stage for God turning His Heart back to the Nation of Israel. What joy does that bring the Gentile Christian? Well, for starters it announces the closeness of the end of the time of the Gentiles, The Bride, for who Jesus Died and took the spear thrust, just as Adam lost a rib. Are we allowed to rejoice the imminent return of our King, Lord and Savior?

Yes. I AM.

God thank you for showing the ungodly compendium of human aspects and frailty known as me. Cannot abide the show. So fortunate the masks I would have dawned never seemed to fit and try as I might couldn’t blend into each environment in which I sought concealment. Nope, not good enough for this person, don’t fit into to that aspiration group and too funny looking, short or ill-equipped with personality to measure up to that friendship click. What ws originally detested as loneliness has turned into a skinny, seemingly random path that led to affinity with Christ Jesus.

I am compassionate for the road and the burdens you must bare and my love demands I share your load for segments of the journey. However, just because I have a strong back and you have a lot of burdens does not mean that we will enter/reside in the chapter where you may demonstrate lasting contempt for my God, Faith, friends and beast of burden strength simply to get some occasional attention. Don’t need it. Be fine right here alone with; God, the few folks and critters that want me even in my fugly, poor, unpopular state of being. Couldn’t blend if I wanted to any old way.

Tried to dim the light, guess what it’s His and has no dimmer switch. Tried to keep myself separate from those who would see the light and hate me as the first hated him, they always find me anyway. Light is a hard thing to hide. Tried to tell them of the light and they labeled me with all manner of socially crippling criteria that they truly believed would paralyze my efforts and guess what this power is unmistakable, undeniable and impossible to exhaust. The only true choice is to share with those who want the light and love the rest because hating them compels carnal participation.

So amazing grateful for the missing tooth, unavoidable grin, sturdy legs and peace of mind that set me apart from those trying to assimilate to aspiration. The only thing I want to be is what I am. Not trying to be a better anything, because Christ has me covered. Whatever group I fit in with naturally is where I am staying. The comfort of not having to monitor/adjust my looks, wealth, perceived status or likeability quotient is part of the Peace of God. He knows what I need to change and will change it exactly when it is needed. To that guidance and Will I owe all allegiance, obedience and effort. Not because He terrifies me, which He does, but because He loves me more than He terrifies me and that’s okay with me.

Is this always about me or you? And can’t we simply review the concealed individual script to determine if that really is the most ardent path of pursuance? What is the nature of manipulation that we run around holding up a projection against people we meet seeing if they are indeed a match to that absorption? What is the frailty of humanity that we continue this role play instead of mastering the mystery before us?

Do I definitively have to have things my own way, every day, ad infinitum? Seems pretty boring after the first 1028 days. What is the nature of this human calamity, for it seems the disease of an entire species? Every one walking around with a pre-written scripting trying to emotionally or analytically locate people that match the predetermined roles such that the plot unfolds delivering a conclusion that is consistent with an outcome that rectifies our childhood or adolescent wounding.

Is this truly what we quest? How unfulfilling, especially when the realization comes upon us that we are conducting the exact replication of insanity in experiential form. How about getting over whatever pain was inflicted upon each of us that we may have a healthy human trial called life? It is not that I do not care what happened to each of us in youth, some of it quite tragic or horrific, but I fail to see the pleasure in reading the same sad tale over and over again praying for a different outcome. Especially when creating a new pleasant resolution with new ideas, people and opportunities is so inviting.

What is the addiction of the past that it captures all imagination and tortures it repeatedly? What is the misunderstanding of salvation that we seek to beat up the man or the woman who died on the cross of Christ instead of becoming the new creation He promised as salvation? Why are we transfixed with fixing the past before proceeding to the bright promise of hopeful future? Will you cater to the wounded child within you or delight in the splendor of the new relationship forming in the Power of God’s Holy Spirit? Are you born again or simply uttering the words in falsehood to fit in?

There is a universe of pregnant experiences awaiting your participation. Why become bottled up in the things and situations that didn’t go right and divorce or forgo those relationships, situations and outcomes that are married instead to possibility, prayer, hope and promise?

A quiet reach, white rushes, petals and bark peeling back to show the argent skin beneath. The Winter lingered, resisting the pressures of time and change, refusing to we gave way to planting. We moaned, understanding, prepared for germination, readied the ground and forest. Field standing wet and alone as the wind punishes all that give it reason.

Icicle eyelids and beard frozen tight to mustache. Cheeks of leather sadness and frost. Eyes beyond recognition of this lazy desert harshness. Looking for realms that few knew and even less ventured. Passages well lit and furnished with colored tarp and signets, florets and caramelized portraits. Nothing sloppy about great wealth, no mistakes in planning.

Tears refusing to flow as if frozen solid to memories that could not be forgotten, paralyzing hope in heart of mule and master. Cannot become that which you never made us, spoken slowly in description, too little to breed familiarity only whet the curiosity of cats and ministers. Leaving all the chance we blessed the harmonious union and walk away.

Dancing in fantastic vision, sung to life by sonnet with crimson and Torrie pine. Wrapped in soliloquy and suggestion we fed the lions of dessert and dream, lost to all logic, guest and admiration. Long silent pause as in words of forgotten meaning, explaining the whisper beyond imagination, technically adequate with emotions beyond eclipsing moments.

To talk so cheap, class, station and blood line forgotten, the realm of happenstance and chaos. Cobalt signalling the dawn on blued horizon as the fires of morning awaken beyond the silken black. Angry torch and fiery darts of treachery seeking to devour every molecule, wave and plasma. In captivity lost to amber and vermilion, festive in the purple-hearted.