Convergence of stimuli, thoughts competing, jostling for primary position in neuro conductivity. The conductor mitochondria forging its way across cell topography in deliver and receipt. All designed for orderly process of matter and data intra and extra organ, tissue or receptor. To the thinker, behind the green curtain works that cause a pause of momentary scramble for words, energy and breath.

Deprived sensors beg for input of a greater flavor or potential. Dumbed down by lackadaisical pursuit or overstimulation they struggle to get up in lethargy or fear of experiential electrification. Hide, we must conceal ourselves, shut down systems, clog pathways, throw the furniture of fear and doubt at the process in order to avoid incoming. What is the sound, trumpets, clamor, the trembling’s of heaven’s bells and the lyrical potency of Angels with a rushing as the crashing waves upon Olympus?

Awakened, enlarged, engrossed in the signal of a lifetime, only to find ourselves keening, teaming, lurching, stretching for determination at its passing. What escaped, what have we missed, nothing else matters now that the program key has been initiated, but we missed its transmission. Oh, my wicked disobedient heart to think, for a moment, if there were a moment to which all should be inclined, attuned, registered, now that pica seconds passes, excluding, impaling, defining my eternity in its passing.

Nothing else Matters, but awaiting the Voice of Almighty God.

We await all things being put under subjection to you. This world struggles, caught in the grasping aspirations of those who have lost power yet maintain its sweet, sickening lust until the moment you Return. Our nation appears beyond the call of human reason but never past the point of your Grace. May the Blind be given sight, the sick be healed and the lame walk this moment in the Power of That Holy Spirit that resides in My Heart.

This is not what you intended. This entire history of creation has been a travesty of departure from Holiness to a pursuit of the wanton. An embarrassment to the Name to which we refer our Creation. It is nearly unconscionable that you have allowed this departure to travel such great distance through time without reprimand. There are no words for grateful that explicitly demonstrate what I am feeling regarding your Loving Kindness toward me and this humanity you’ve given for my loving.

A hopeful heart looks beyond the corruption of the moment to something born of the mind’s knowledge in Truth. To that day I aspire, looking upon Your Return and reign as a blessing quite essential to the transformation of these people. Our Becoming will be born on our kinship to the Everlasting Spirit you’ve provided not by our own hand of science or clever contemplation. Around the curve we go and as this trolley picks up speed I begin to wonder how fast it can we go? To that evolution through re-creation an escort through the realms of tangible to that which is born in thought and dream I commit myself eagerly. Make me tomorrow, Lord.

Into the depth of your intention we offer our lives in service of your splendor. There is nothing for me here but the work set aside before time began. As child I follow your footprints my tiny feet barely leaving mark into the impression you have left in your passing before me. I giggle and wait for the sun to rise further that I might behold the expanse beyond the curves of sunrise. Into the magic wake I ride, propelled in righteousness and Truth knowing that there will be a day that never ends, where my friends, Brothers and Elders will find a seat at the table of abundance, together,

I took a handful of universe and smeared it across the pasty white skyline. Dropped in my scientific analysis of all God’s components, with a smattering of subjective understanding and served it freshened for the minds of babes to swallow. Then I shouted pejorative pretext of systemic genre and typified ideology, proclaiming water dangerous to drink and air promised poison to the lung of man. Finally bidding them pay a seasons earnings to watch giants and painted princesses whirl and twirl in fancy dances for the queen of the heavens.

Carbon, my well suited, soot-footed, dirty commando to tax the poor and give the rich more than they ever bothered wanting. Blasting off they sent wanderers to the stars that they might covet terra absent the unsuitable. Reaching below the surface to the seldom seen, raising mountains of Atlantis to worship all that creation made of God’s perfection. In dreams of death, they talked to masters beyond their veil, from whom they fail to ask evidence dealing hand over fist across the fence of time and dimension. Singing songs of stars aligned we gossiped of Utopia’s fall replaced by a regenerative tomorrow.

Plugged in the children and turned them to low power mode that they would ingest argent programming. Blossomed in their semi-autonomous, youthful exuberance they have challenged realities yet to be imagined with words reserved for the mighty men among us. No more problems as the sweet, opulent cinema lulled them to nirvana, snuffed out in our own scientific dysphoria, lights extinguished, candles kept and no more pursuit of purpose or ponderance of their Making. Fashioned for new passions, fighting battles of the mind in coveted daydreams carefully tended by watchers who hold midnight’s pleasure. By quiet hands the meaning of humanity is syphoned from memory, might and mystery, leaving soothing field’s of vanilla and perfumed perception.

Had to look to the future to remember what had passed. Nothing last’s forever except regrets that no one forgets the doorway to tomorrow. Something stirred in this nightmare of exclusion, this intrusion of the mechanical upon the flesh of creation’s bloody clamor for continuance. It is the peace and love absent in concrete prisons constructed by masters with no bother for care, worry or song. Science believing itself its own answers forgot God’s communication in dream and nightmare. Leveraging the assets of Creator He called His own Home to everlasting. Relieved of penitence and penitentiary they flew beyond the capture of man’s intolerant grasp to Freedom beyond the Veil.

Beyond me is a wonderful place to be. The only concern, not wanting to come back to being just me. So many cavernous maws, so many appetites, agendas and slippery slopes upon which it appears I have resided my entire short life. Rainbows in short supply in the dark dungeons of moss covered miscreants but the promise burns bright at the center of a heart so full it eclipses astronomical units of space. The enemy loves my clumsiness and I cannot even hold a pencil without breaking the tip, dropping it three or four times and missing the exam deadline. Dislodged from the corporeal inadequacies that have been tethering my progress, now to learn from God how to wield the fires of righteousness.

Never been loved and that mourns my weary little man. He blusters and boasts of conquering the moons of Jupiter yet has never been good enough for most and considered very little by those who should have defined matter and time. But those are things of belts and rings and never put food in a belly or cans upon a shelf. Beyond this, past the moorings of ships gone to wander, out where the treasures of wisdom and dawn avail, resides the Love of God for each of us. A ridiculous wonder, a splendor beyond worldly function or rhyme a mountain amassed for one purpose to demonstrate His adoration for this simple man. With plans so deep I hesitate to review them for I am overwhelmed by the connections upon relations upon convergence upon network all in grand concert with Time. For now a child’s gaze I look upon the wondrous as if seeing light at first, pausing to ask that faithful question, Why?

Running without faint walking in endless pursuit of wisdom and good, Earthly dirt. My shirt off color and blotches of white where bleach has “damaged” my ability to blend into humanity. Hiding in God’s Secret Place quite often laying wait for the enemy troops to pass. My heart and Spirit gain traction in the heavenlies as I propel to let off the brakes and rocket to the stars. The wheels of heaven are turning, the gates opening to loose the Host within, set to take War to the Fallen and Poison of the Living. Angels stand for millennia it seems looking upon the skies with execution in their eyes. They have waited to Honor the Almighty and take back what has been stolen by those who left their ranks. But to speak of such things I must reach beyond my stature and ask forgiveness in lacking understanding, words or depth. I am simply made to watch in dynamic Hope and yearning. For the moment I see the King. Even now I look for my place at the foot of His Throne a spot from whence my Eyes shall find rest in the knowledge that I cannot look upon Him and remain whole.

Jesus Made this worth it. As for my life it was never much to look upon. A series of slip ups, failures and self pursuit, amounting to naught but a history of self explanation or validation with a ticket to punch or a place to park. There is nothing good about me but Him and You. You are the Lord’s delight, as am I. I see the joy in His face in my minds contemplation each time He thinks or sees you and that makes it all worth while. Treasures royal of my heart and mind ye be. Yes, I will think on you and be filled. Thank you my Gracious Lord for something beyond just being me.

Watch over me, protect me from even those dangers or potential clumsy acts that endanger my walk. When in doubt remember what security is all about. In days of trial, duress, false happiness and extended hope, we are forced to define and repeatedly analyze our concept of safety on this Planet, in this nation, in my state, city, country and my current seat. What brings safety to all men that does not require this continual reflection or sponsor the whispering doubt to fray at the hem of tapestry? What makes you feel safe, A shepherd a guardian a gun? Do these allow for quiet slumber for contemplation free from the challenges of fear and self-loathing, do they give you rest in the middle of a torrid experience?

I am alone, no matter what I may prop myself up into believing, when a foreign enemy or criminal with horrific intent looks directly at me to cause harm, it is unavoidable. What then offers a sense of protection in this caustic world, prone to self indulgent rage and consumption? Are there places that have a rating that make them acceptable to those who would sleep soundly or raise their children without the customary constant concern for their safety and well being? What school provides protection for the innocent or old folks home has given people serenity regarding the health of senior family? Even now we see that Police themselves are in need of our protection from the influences that would personally harm them or take their funding leaving them incapable of standing between the innocent and the approaching hoard. What then offers relief, can you describe the path to your solemnity and serenity, perhaps mystic meditation upon the inevitability of welcome in to the universe for all things good and unholy?

My objective is love and understanding, offering a different path than the world which would leave you breathless. Perhaps a moment of awe at the miraculous would bring you closer to center, allowing your humanity to prosper? I do not counsel all people to conform to a truth that fits all sizes and offers peace to all who wish to inject their path into the harmony to which I refer. The only path to absolute comfort and a peace that confounds the fear, tyranny and troubles of this world is through having a shepherd outside of time, with the capacity to arm you, protect and direct you away from each trouble, knowing them before they occur. Jesus Christ is not some tyrannical commander who demands your loyalty in exchange for a strong arm group of thugs for protection.

Jesus is the Son of God, the Word in the Trinity, who was there before the beginning and will shine way beyond the end if we can comprehend what they even portends. He knows all things because there is nothing that has been or will be created that was not made expressly for Him, Through Him and By Him. He is the only path to a absolute, subjective and objective security in this world and the next. He is the only being in this Universe who created you and knew you before you were a thing inside your Mother’s Womb or a gleam in Your Father’s eye. He sees your future, knows your past and will surround you with an impermeable troop of protection that can see dangers before they come and stop them from following your escape. There is no other to offer prayer in the throne room of heaven but through the Good Shepherd, No other path to a quiet calm and peace upon Earth and an understanding of safety that surpasses the world’s comprehension and explanation.

If you want to sleep soundly, live without fear and know that you are protected from all things even the payment of death and separation from God for eternity the only place to find that wonderous gift is in relationship with the Good Shepherd, Jesus Christ watching over the flock even from those things that are “undetectable”, all will brought into the glorious light of God. Find Peace, Find hope, lose the grip of doubt and fear in this life and be assured of participation in the Next. Find Jesus Christ tonight. Let me know if I may help at all in your venture. In the Powerful Name of Jesus, Be at Peace.

We have been awoken to the missing components of relationship with a Holy God in the life of America and the World. We have remembered an identity that had been obfuscated or camouflaged by the angry shouting of those who hate all things righteous. We had accepted a bill for goods we never should have considered purchasing and now morally wish to return. We have again captured the attention of our Children, realizing uncomfortably their importance in the healthy future of our Sovereign Liberty, determining our own power and authority paramount to training them in the way that they should eventually determine.

What now upon reflection do we consider the righteous pathway to tomorrow? How shall we consciously and realistically deal with so many who have bought into the brainwashing shower of hate speech that once consumed all of America? Where do we send them if they will never agree with a destiny consistent with God’s Will for this nation? How do we comfortably deal with the outcomes in a fashion that threatens to label all involved hypocrite and taint the solution with the same flavor or absurdity presented by the Wicked? Into which mirror shall we view to find the image appropriate for a Nation that finds identity in Christ Jesus? To which Biblical tenets do we refer our children when considering the stance we must certainly take in Defense of this nation? What is the job of a Sovereign Steward of all that God has provided?

Do we have special revelation as none of this is clearly indicated in Bible prophecy regarding America? Can we be assured of U.S. involvement eschatologically when there are no scenarios that reference our inclusion? How do we reconcile the apparent respite for revival that may leave America spiritually transformed yet still assimilate her into the Coming New World Political, religious and military movement consistent with Prophecy? What explanation lends credibility to the evidence that this false leader of the Catholic Church seems hungry to begin both Church Apostacy and NWO? Where else may we be headed if all evidence points toward the Bible’s perfect description of the road before U.S.?

In Reflection, none sit upon Humanity’s fence of indecision in this era. All men must make choices to survive present and impending future circumstance. In our review do we find several choices that present themselves as obvious? Well, the answer can be nothing but affirmative. We either side with God and plan to escape the wrath to come upon disobedience and wickedness or remain in position aligned with worldly influence to hope upon science and men’s passion that we find a way forward through global consensus. Reviewing man’s history there is strong empirical evidence that man has never had such collusion or intention, that men in fact have always chosen the route of “Might Makes Right”. Meditating on that consistent adherence to ethos and moray which demonstrates that self importance and power will always direct the outcome, we must consider that any epiphany or awakening must then come from different source. If we do not look to man for our solutions, then we are left to look elsewhere. Logic, reason and history’s reflection demand a review and decision for Christ as the only answer outside our certain human destruction.

Days without fear and nights without lies. Prostituted character borrowed the helm of righteousness to ram the shore line with a cargo of contraband, feeding, seeding, fertilizing the sins of humanity with fodder. The poor forgotten used as bludgeon on credibility of thoughtful men. Storms sought not avoided, checks voided rather than cashed the earnings of the wicked. Where are the forgotten few, the humbly proud doing the right thing with no alternate expectation or timeline? What makes a man a winner, happenstance or fight for what is right and true? By God or Nature there comes a reckoning of recalibration when the scales are amended to read Zero and those of shallow character are counted Empty.

Petulance of ideological screaming first unbelieved and laughed off as some intranquil few. Now broadcast from dawn to dusk as if the masses embraced hysteria’s mantle. Gone the credulous folks with dirty hands and sweaty brow viewing the world through lens of practicality, replaced, sold into the historical annals as if common sense were meant to be uncommon. Delightful chaps with stirrup and work boot, standing for all good things as if nothing rude or disquieting existed. The cowboy, the farmer, the craftsman and the butcher, serving a community for the purpose of common resolve and good pleasure. For God so loved the men that these red bloods with constitutions born of cold fields and hot chow found their comfort in the knowledge of God’s adoration. No logical linear path between here and there, then and now, U.S. and them breeding clear evidence of infiltration or wicked injection. The time for healing long passed we now found ourselves committed to destruction or the Loving hand of God’s healing hope.

Contenders thinking themselves of better breeding looking down upon creation as if they themselves had been designated judge by God. Forgotten or conveniently avoided the Creators participation as a living God in the Creation He found worth His dying. Have we served folly for so many generations that we have completely rid ourselves of reason and understanding of whose sky we find our heads beneath. Gambling with eternity is the stuff of those who have already lost and are seeking some small measure of escape or pardon for previous exception. We shall not go the way of the Fallen, but many will choose to usher them to the edge of lake beyond and find themselves upon the slippery slope of no return. Contending with an Almighty Presence who duly warned all of His coming Wrath and Judgment. Those thinking themselves above the Almighty’s vision will sadly be undone, unwritten in history’s documentation, never to be remembered or even recorded to the hope of fond recall. The property of humility the only key to escape Holy dispensation for all things were created as God spoke those faithful Words of Light.

Without the evil, black, darkness of oppression and disgusting sin would we see the Need for a Holy and Righteous God. Without captivity there is no Need for Freedom. Without snares there is no cause of crying out for release. Without depression there is no understanding the warmth of joy and giving. Without doubt Hope never carries you through the obstacles and difficulties to brighter days. Without death the joy of Life Everlasting makes no sense in rational discussion. Without God none of it would be.

Without Love we would never know the true power of Creation. Without promise we would never hold on to something we can trust. Without fights we would never struggle harder to overcome those in opposition. Without righteousness we would all just kill, steal and destroy. Without an understanding of God we may never know the Peace beyond circumstantial reason. Without care we will always be alone. Without a night the day cannot refresh the past and without dreams we cannot see beyond imagination to make the impossible real.

Without Earth we would have nothing to cherish and protect. Without children no hope of carrying on into a future yet unknown. Without the fall we would lose the greatest harvest. Without fog we would never need a lighthouse. Without dogs we would spend our lives wondering about the existence of unconditional love. Without cats we would be less independent. Without War we would never pursue peace with passionate resolve to end them forever. Without Faith it is impossible to please Almighty God. Thank Him for giving us each of seed that we might choose to grow it into blossom without which we would never hear those faithful words. Without Christ there is no redemption, forgiveness, sanctification and glory. Without Choice Love is irrelevant to all.

They told me that the universe had heard their cries and provided understanding and resolution to their dilemma. I love people so I didn’t ask which universe, or did the universe have a phone number or just how did the universe think and respond to their requests? Instead I listened with seriously intention of understanding for I don’t listen to people waiting for them to take a breath in order to provide them with the benefit of my grand wisdom. I truly wish to hear what they have to say, what they think and how they see the universe. Apparently they see the Universe as some unnamed God that knows needs and provides good and bad outcomes based on karmic karmamonitor that determines our worth.

They told me there are perfect frequencies and that these frequencies when reached indicate the transition to a new world. Accordingly there must be planetary or stellar alignments and we must have achieved a certain mantra to be included in these transitions but that is all determined by some destructive or creative entities that may only be reached through either dying or taking a potent mixture of psychedelic medicines and herb. Coincidentally, I remember reading this matched some Buddhist, Hindu, Mayan, Aztec, Egyptian and other mythology/religion and thought to myself that doesn’t seem too pleasant to have to die to transform, take drugs or somehow reach some period of evolutionary equipping. But you always want to love the person not judge the story, so I listened intent upon understanding their purpose and direction. What I found was a quest for power, magic, wisdom and transhuman hopefulness.

They told me of a God who doesn’t love but expects pristine obedience, even to the point of authorizing prevarication and killing to achieve total compliance to demand. They told me of beatings, duties, mercy killings and enforced prayer to show humility and allegiance. I saw the efficacy of their system reflected in the power businesses and government that they sponsored with a authority that would not be challenged or compromised. I saw the fear of women and children who not meet my gaze and the brutal tyranny of terrorists and militias that used ruthless action to demand absolute obedience. I so wanted to understand and to love so I looked for the peace of it all and found little. I found Kind human hearts and was pleased to love the people while being truly puzzled by the system.

They didn’t need God for they would conquer the world themselves. Yet they called me weekly to complain, cry and worry about the problems that they themselves could never transcend. I heard their belief that somehow they would find the path to glory and a realization that the world did in fact match their understanding, but today was not that day. They expressed the monetary, fame and relationship dominance goals where people of similar understanding and self focus would come together out of natural collective bonding to form a society built on mutual admiration and trust. Their stories of needing no one or no help may have rang true in their courageous expression but I wept for them internally as I had seen the depth of despair weekly.

I wanted to help, but it wasn’t from me that they needed anything other than my love and understanding. So, I understood and loved. Then one day it happened the attempt to love and understand bore in them a question. The question one of my own perspective which none of them had inquired. I told them of my God and His plan for salvation having determined before time that each of us is so precious HE had to provide a bridge back to relationship and fellowship with Him. For the first time they listened as asked the Spirit for the Powerful Words to reach their hearts for Jesus. All wept, even me, as they realized all these years we have been sitting together as they expressed their quest for understanding that I had found the Way, the Truth and Life through Jesus Christ Their King.

What have we remembered or failed to forget? In its solemn place with happy face absent all regret.

All that I’ve encountered along the windswept shore. Leaves me with big questions forever seeking More.

I started out with gusto always being in the right, but ended up in patience refusing every fight.

All have found some wisdom having crossed through trouble’s door, some have run from what they saw and others asked for more

Comfort in believing and power in belief. No place left to run and hide when you truly seek relief.

Inside the credentials outside is all look, Never known true freedom unless our name is in the Book.

Happenstance has half a chance of saving us from fear, each promise drives us freely into what we need to hear.

All days just blend together and the nights just more the same, riding high or sitting shy it’s all within this game.

No blame for ponder’s wonder no saddle for my ride, He promised He’d return to us to make a happy Bride.

Each dawn is one more marble in the jar that nearly filled, each moment a new memory that’s for which we each are billed.

It’s all just contemplation and happy hopeful thought reviewing all the pictures in the package that we’ve bought.

These stars don’t last forever, as bulbs they all burn out, though living through forever is what it’s all about.

So drink upon the chalice, draft deeply quench that thirst, you won’t be the last to arrive there and certainly not the first

The power of non fiction is in the fact that it is real, it doesn’t matter the circumstances or how contrary that you feel.

The Lord is High above us but also in our hearts as we seek to rediscover the watch and all its parts.

In Loving emancipation we all will be set free to escape the plastic wrapping and see what we each shall be.

At the end of this short journey lays a road so often sought that cannot be earned as each is worthy and most assuredly never bought.

Misunderstanding struggles we fought then kicked and bit and realizing falsely that the wrestling would never quit.

But God had secured the Victory and we the testing ground please hand to me His chalice I’d love another round.