A new set of world challenges suffered by mankind throughout history will refresh the character and enduring patience or rupture of modern thinking. People are being made ready for something at the tip of their consciousness, something many try to avoid or lithely describe as “spiritual”. Embracing the fallen speech of enslaving doctrine they seek anything that represents a harmonious development, even the depths of depravity and lasciviousness which promise only desperation and demise. For God is not the God of the dead but of the Living.

Few toughen their spirits against the dark rather pursuing in the caves and crevasse the long shadow dwelling monsters as they appear the strength of dark magic. Away from the light they entertain themselves in social bubbles hiding the sin that would recriminate them exposed to the light. Seeking any explanation manufactured or academic venturing an all in passionate expose of criminality, brutality and consequence believing that the streets hold the boldness to survive. When in fact all know that the farmer and the tenant living humbly in True Strength.

The bitter taste of blood and bile in the back of each mouth regret the defeat, fear and innocence destroyed forever upon the shoals of coming Hades. Yet, they coddle, blaspheme and bully any with un-defiled character to provoke the “survival of the fittest mentality lighting the fires of false bravado deep within. Not caring to prepare and rise above the storms of night and the fires of day they seek to find those who may be captured, tortured or consumed in short order. Ardently subscribing to the hope of the predator using the food chain for survival.

They thought John the Baptist easy prey a man living off the bugs and bees in the desert a harsh teacher. What causes men of city rules to imagine that those who dwell on the mountain slopes with sheep, keeping safe those precious few from lion, bear and wolf would be easily reduced to the fragile and vulnerable? What cowardice is formed in the hearts of young men that they despise those elderly few who fought wars living on the produce of darkened jungles or sprawling desert? Are we losing gene superiority by slow siphon of common thinking?

We are about to face the harshness of God’s Wrath having been built by our reprehensible thinking and action over the millennia of opportunity. He waited for obedience and sanity and was given a steady diet of contempt, disobedience and deception. How impoverished our stand and station? The blessed few showing the heart to protect in perpetuity the wonderful offspring of Godly marriage. The family familiar and tended by true wisdom as the seat of family survival in a world desperate to proclaim itself mad. Those standing ready love and shook their heads.

Always smarter people who play in the dark and don’t care about friends and family. Some lose these attachments reducing the things that go bump or visit unexpectedly. A thumb’s touch rotating up under the chin by the bottom of the ear the convergence of highways found. Shutting down one lane and its power source, destruction is not innocence but endurance.

There is no plan that accounts for the chaos of those willing to play roles of pure chance and hatred. Movement though often chosen as the tool of the fearful is often the best revelation of those things trailing in the background. Most wish to stay still, concealed comfortable having reviewed the environment for access and egress they wait for movement to reveal objectives.

It is hard to believe on nothing. Imaging that the creativity in your own mind is singularity separating you from the things that ground, connect and repair. True application of intelligence is realizing just how little it helps when fists, arrows or other projectiles fly. The dream is rebutted by truth in the midst of shame about having done no preparation in the physical.

What wakes the ministers mid sentence, but the conclusion or interruption have washed clean the perception of impregnability. Trash bags headed for the bucket an instant reminder that things add up and begin to stink as we play out we believe to be the normal. Chasing ideas the vast treasure of expectation lays bare that we really never considered air to be one of them.

No frailty in humility. The true strength of a man losing all inhibition, fear and bad decisions in the moments between fight, flight and celebration. All dances have a number of steps limited in this three dimensional plane. What happens to the psyche when it is educated to the Fourth. Clinical understanding lays crushed beneath the massive sledge of an oversized man’s clobbering.

Remembering that pain frees the ego from the next punishment. The movies portray men standing against each other for hours, when the reality is these things are done in moments. No speed and reaction not in fear but in massive redirection of force and matter with intention proclaim victors. On the ledges we find the solemn few who knew the front doors was inaccessible.

To the wind we committed our oaths and promises. Knowing that arrival always precedes delivery and objective. Climbing yonder mountain in advance of snowboarding or cliff jumping the other side prescribes there is always an order to things. Adjustments do not complete or master execution, overcoming all that is in your path allows you to sit or run as necessary.

We get their alone but we have always meant to be together at gathering. For that is God’s Will that all who belong to Him shall at some point be brought together in His Presence. Many paths, some believe they all lead to failure, some try too hard believing they must master every challenge this life offers. Some crawl, walks or run with rhythm expecting the Miracle.