From the cave you emerge in Sun, thinking you are the first. Slaking thirst, unkempt, undone you try to walk but only know how to run. A pun some fun from someone who never had the audacity to give away all that had been won.
At last in first with an interstellar gravity burst, from worst to best against the test some accused you of being a bit too rehearsed. A toe and wrist and then the fist, pierce the sky proclaiming I invented the Sun and therefore everything and everyone.
Asleep on post not practical to shout and boast, or roast the boss, call him an albatross, when eagles are preferred in every rhyme and every thirty seventh word. But laughter’s free at least it should be for those sentenced to hell and waiting upon sounding bell.
Thanks a ton for all we’ve won since you’ve begun covering up and blocking in our lane. The lion’s mane and weekly chant a bit too smart to hide slight and slant, too late to recant too early to supplant, pedantic few we almost knew too much presented for your review.
All is well in heaven and hell real chaos and joy for each girl and each boy, imagining they ever thought of choosing outside the menu. No change of venue black and red the hue no end in sight from either point of view.
A drip a drop a mercy stop a bitter hop from darkness to daylight without thought or cause to be polite. Into words my tears they blend, dreaming of a long gone friend who’s chosen quite the shadowed end with wounds that never hope to mend.
Allegiance found and love oaths lost a coin so flat and big to ever dream of being spent or tossed. Embossed in gold words struck so bold that truth be told the courageous few had long grown old before they heard the Spirit scold.
The climate change and social cue escaped the chance to crush and subdue what they had been feeding you. Scantly felt and insanely svelte edges of my heart began to melt Or great Van Pelt threw Ice and giant rocks at Stars beyond Orion’s belt.
Words, Words I know, Words I use with confidence, Words I am reluctant to say when they require admission of guilt, expose my soft underbelly or set me up for public inspection of my most recent and tragic failures. Words of dreams and sequestered hope. Words of reason and argument, convincing when used cleverly to hopefully lead someone to a better walk. Words so precious that encourage, words that shatter, words that make it all better healing wounds along the way, with simple, honest words.
Answers; some I waited for patiently for years, having inquired of God, repeatedly begging to know answers to the deepest puzzle. Answers spoken softly hoping for a little bit of love, knowing that those answers seldom come cheap and often are not what we hoped they would be. Answers to questions so deep that we never want to make them lightly as they come with prices, decisions and scars. Answers given harshly to protect vulnerable hearts or cancel prayers that hoped for things that will never happen.
Anger, rage and fury shared at precisely the wrong moment, displaying elements of hidden character and fear that lay bare weakness, pride and unfortunate misery sheltered from general knowledge. Momentary sinful action capturing all internal power directly at some inert object flung across room or through front hall window temper, flailing, uncontrollable rage. Fury at the loss of dreams, priceless moments or stolen ambition. When nothing will listen except the fires and trash cans of the soul.
Peace, a thought, touch or kind gesture. Unexpected patience, no toe tapping, towel wringing or pencil snapping. A calm that neither enjoys or ignores the fireworks, but lets all thing be exactly as they are leaving my heart in calm. Roads traveled when everyone needs you, simply to hear the small quiet voice of Father, tempering, shaping, forgiving and offering counsel to a man who never deserved any of it. No music, no rhythm, no counting of seconds as they lead to hours. No Pleas, no harsh words, no begging, only listening to the quiet echoes bouncing around the inner walls of a mind that is just okay.
Unless captured by a myopic view of self, most of us want to discuss, orchestrate and manifest plans that are consistent with those we consider our family. Especially in this era of prevalent chaotic influence it is important chart; logic, resource and emotional topics for discussion to provide an outline for prayer and decision making. Failure on even one Family member to declare or share any component weaves potential for partial or near entire mission failure.
Yet, those who depend upon the Lord risk making move before consultation without beginning this solemn process in prayer. For considering and achieving all of my own ideas, objectives or campaigns may be utter disaster if not consistent with God’s Direction in meditation, prayer and study of His Gospel. This in my opinion is the greatest temptation for those of strong will and experience. If my will is used as the guideline for plan manifestation I have begun on at best weak footing.
We have unmistakably arrived at “a time such as this”, a day where each of us may being consistent with God’s Will for our Creation find and fulfill His purpose for our creation. It behooves many that have taken years to prepare for this moment instead of walking the broad boulevard of their own counsel as they arrive at this moment having done the prep work. However, of equal danger is dropping all the preparation, prayer and obedience in fearful departure from listening and obeying God.
Two ideas; one singular and the other collective. For we must each of us unite with God in His unique direction for our Spirit as we each find ourselves embroiled in the Spirit’s struggle against our flesh. We must first understand and decide that we never could defeat the flesh. It is a battle of God’s Holy Spirit to rid the seed of our eventual glorification from the sin that stills resides within it. We must personally listen and align with God’s Spirit in conviction, repentance and action and then realize together the power of our Holy Spirit given gifts to strengthen saints, conduct ministry, edify the body and collectively join to build our defense in love and fullness of Christ against Deception.
Then comes the benefit, revision of paralysis found in the quality of; planning, action and adaptation. The character of our original outline in laying out options lends flexibility to those adaptations which must come having been met with the plasma morphing of circumstance in battle. All plans except for God’s are subject to the need for attenuation. Therefore starting from a strict agreement to adhere to His Plan instead our own accounts for that failure of self driven justification and outcome. Yes, things are going to change, human hearts and emotions are going to fluctuate but our feet individually and collectively dug deep and planted upon the Rock of Ages makes us immovable.
Everyone wants to argue about Canada. I cannot deny that Canada is part of the greater discussion but it is also a misdirection of sorts, diffracting the true topic of conversation regarding Canada, Greenland and the GIUK gap. The question ought be why are they misdirecting? Let U.S. pursue this discussion attempting to redirect the focus to the larger; questions, discussion and analysis, that we may in fact venture into the segments they wish left alone.
Two historical issues need threshing. One Who owns Canada and why are they throwing Canada to the trade wolves while moving lens to alternate focus in order to disguise the real targets of discussion? Second, What is the GIUK gap and why is it seldom if ever chatted over leaving U.S. suspicious that there are unnamed parties seeking interest who give less than firm respect to Canada’s regard? Additionally, who is the only country that holds China in Suzerainty and holds deep animosity for Russia, the U.S. and has desperately sought Arctic Circle Control for hundreds of years?
How does British Suzerainty over Tibet and subsequent Treaty arrangement following the Opium Wars give England substantial control over China, at least enough to force their involvement/pressure against the Canada/U.S. trade deal and elections? https://history.state.gov/historicaldocuments/frus1943China/d553 I presume you would be fascinated to find Cheng Kai Shek involved in these discussions and Dr. Soong both pivotal to the NON Communist foundations of China in the 1930’s and 40’s.
The Recent Floods in Tibet and Nepal are intricately intertwined in the complex global struggle for routes, power, resources and cross nation highways. Look at the origin of the flood waters and you will be instantly prompted to ask questions about this occurring on the crux of the border between China and Tibet. Since the British Suzerainty over China originates in the historical relationship between China and Tibet we are forced to either investigate, name and expand later or make this article about ALL the global connections, especially those in the Arctic Circle question. We will leave this topic for appended discussion, but it must be listed for those with greater or deeper questions.
G3World and the infrastructure Belt and Road Plan between China, Tibet, Nepal and India. Embedded is the map of the China Belt and Road Project and perhaps it will dissolve any disconnect between English Suzerainty in Tibet/China and the GIUK Gap of the Arctic Circle Northwest Passage. This $40 Trillion Global Infrastructure Railway Project would open the World to Chinese Goods by Land and sea passage to the World. Connections in the North Sea and the Atlantic through the Northwest Passage would in effect Create global Dominion.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trans-Siberian_Railway We can see that the world is competing for these land/sea routes to create each their version of the new world order. The Rothschilds commanding the B3W or build, back, better world project including the Chinese Belt and Road which would effectively give the British Dominant Control of World Travel and Logistics and Shipping. While the Russians and the U.S. now have expressed plans for a tunnel across the Bering Straight between Russia and Alaska linked to a massive convergence of train, canal and roadway shipping that would give Russia/U.S. world Dominion undefined by the Rothschild/WEF/UN NEW World Agenda of 2030 and beyond.
We simply must gather that the World has reached the point of Global Coalescence. The Bible foretells the coming One World Government, Interfaith and Commercial Governance that will impose its will upon every nation, tongue and fealty. We cannot hide, avoid or remove ourselves to distant shores anymore in hope of escaping inculcation in this concrete reality. To face these must see the British hands in each of these intentions, projects and debt imposition. That is why the Pope tried and succeeded in taking control of the Roman failure to capture England and become part of the First Empire to realistically make Colonies of the Entire Globe. Realizing that someday it would lead to Global Dominion.
Therefore no matter what is intimated the British seek to be the Third Party to control of the Arctic Circle, using Canada, China, the EU northern nations or any other method to prevail as the third master of the Northwest passage and consequent global dominion. This may be years off however just as we have been instructed in the Bible we know emphatically that the Season of Christ’s Return and His Glorious Appearing is upon U.S. To that end a revival of Awareness, Passion, Faith and Service calls all to such a time as this. In Jesus’ name, I know that I am just a journeyman but the convergence of people’s, tongues and nations with regard to global coalescence is unmistakable to the Watchman’s Eye.
While walking down the line you painted for my shoe steps I found myself chastised when periodically stepping from the bright yellow intentions of your throttled freedom. I wanted so much to please you and feel the warmth of expectant love, but found this a paradigm outside emotional and logical self control. What then I found were moments of frustrated expectation and guarded performance as I struggled with my own self perception internal to guidance dictated by internal philosophies of choice and wonder.
The top of the ridge or edge of abyss carries natural risk and thus aversion or hunger. Do I lust to live upon the edges of the world or find myself circumspectly to the valley below? Perhaps, you would say that it is impossible to live unconscious at mountain top and therefore find it the preferred environment for those seeking the acuity of circumstance? Circum being the root of these two words we must investigate if similarities of intention and outcome ought be expected on the roads bread by walking the fine lines of life?
Can a man straddle both sides of precarious ridge and expect to reach destination and generally anticipate eventual deployment on coccyx? Perhaps, this is removal of the risk of peak and premise? What then of desiring a steady grip upon both sides of a horse? Does this defy risk mitigation found on wall, crest or elevation? Does a will to remain on both sides of peak or precipice create natural paralysis and mandated end to locution and journeys of the both mind and geography?
What then of service to chosen or enforced master? May a man remain free who is incapable through station or volition in choosing path or pursuit of pleasure and purpose? Must I choose to walk the line you’ve painted for me or be deemed rebel or revolutionary? Are there a set of acceptable behaviors or reflections of both society and individual that indicate a Sovereign or chaotic alignment? Is this chosen or imposed? Are there benefits found in risk mitigation through conscious choice of pathway? What then governs the orderly departure from ground firmly laid on the road to this course of decision making?
Can I both be or become the product of your projected imagination and force of will and remain or emerge on the other side of the prescribed and prudent pathways of circumspect intention? Simply; can I live to please you when I have committed in covenant and behavioral analysis to live solely governed and consistent to the Will of God? Can I walk the ridgeline of double service for extended periods or must I choose one side of the mountain, hill or descent in order to arrive at intended destination? And therefore is it the intention that dictates the reflection of circumspect living or the footfalls?
May I walk the line painted before me or depart to follow a suitable path to perception and purposeful fulfillment of a will greater than my own? A man must make a choice to either straddle the ridge in peaceful and paralyzed analysis of data, walk down one side or the other to flatter pasture or tippy toe the narrow expanse or absolute awareness, effectively in the Red Zone of commitment to risk management in the environment replete with danger and exception. I cannot simply sit watching the world stretched before my gaze nor can I walk the ridge night and day expecting that I will not fall prey to gravity or errant footing. I must then choose a side and in so doing risk displeasure of king and country if in fact it is my own will as sole consideration.
Two masters may not receive total provision of my love and service. If I can then I cannot and if I cannot then I can. Is my peace found conditionally in my allegiance to thought and service? Must I then obtain confident understanding of each master before choosing? I cannot be loved equally by all nor can I give divided fealty. I cannot choose one side of the mountain and expect perpetual regret for decision or performance. Sit still and choose paralysis, run the ridge and accept the risk of light and reality or seek the valley where growth and decay reside in the outcomes of God’s intention avoiding the waylaying influences of lust and leisure and the voices seeking dominion of both path and footfall. This day I contend with what I can and what I cannot do accordingly.
After Two Thousand years in the Era of the Covenant of Grace we still find ourselves embroiled in an all out argument of the LAW. Just as in the time of Moses where God gave the Israelites the Law to show them their sin and need for a savior we continue to believe that the only salvation found for men is in the ink that we press to papyrus, paper or tome. What may be changed in God’s Law to rationalize, deconstruct or transform God’s intention in the mirror He provided to Moses?
At each historic juncture when leverage provided flexibility of law, morals and argument men imposed rapid, well constructed updates, negation or transformation of previous law to infuse tolerance and/or controls necessary to achieving greater Dominion. Always the push to inclusive control by powers and principalities and the men who serve them. Even those who call themselves atheist must acknowledge the obvious drive to broader control of humanity. Seeking Global Conquest.
Since the law is their vehicle we must review the history of law and realize that it has always been left undecided, ambiguous or intentionally vague in one area, the Laws that govern the powerful, rich and conquering elements of humanity. Mankind as commoners lack no such ambiguity as apparently those in power or with ambition to become/remain in power must contain something inherent to the masses which threatens their dynamism and quest for Dominion. It is almost as if the power of law is the only method through which they may achieve their prospective greatness.
What then of Spiritual attenuation to legal understanding? What is that relationship of Sovereignty to Law? Is Freedom governed by the law or is the law merely a defining vehicle attempt description of that which lays outside its control? Are men attempting Godhood by their manipulation of the law, proclaiming themselves as Eve and then Adam, equal to or above God? Does the act of putting together words in a new arrangement convey the authority or right of power that those seeking conquest demand? Well, in a review of man’s history we see precisely that.
Men continue to convince themselves that a well written legal document somehow transfers, duplicates or imperially issues God’s Sovereign Authority to the hands of; Premiers, Popes and Presidents when the true cast of Freedom is only found in the Cornerstones of the Rock of Ages. Investigating the word unalienable provides instant dilemma to the would be Emperor all that eyes may gather, for how may any power recognizing the flux of Dominion seemingly pronounce their paper words; Rocks or Sovereign edicts that withstand all impeding forces?
Popes have to call themselves “deity”, bridge between Sovereign Authority or agents/angels of God Almighty to disingenuously wield the image of unalienable anything. It is all a ruse for the Law could never save only define the need for salvation. We are warned that any man or angel proclaiming an alternate Gospel is not of God and ought be accursed. Yet, throughout history we receive and place trust in these waxen examples of men declaring themselves in charge of that which only God may dispense. The Law is their vehicle in this application. That is why throughout history the laws well define the scope of “common Man” but miserably fail in the constraint of elitism.
For God alone is Sovereign and why they must chip away at the law not having arms long enough to contend with the Almighty.
Nobody wants losses in the column. Wins and strong chins to withstand the volleys of times assault. There conquest is psychically untenable, threatening the moorings of man and measure. Take pleasure in defeat as there in the wisdom lay. Nothing is learned in conquest but greater lust and hunger.
Onboard to end the parade of dissatisfaction. Likened to comedic buffoon, dike splinter or antiseptic to drone out or cauterize the slow steady loneliness of drones and weekenders. What pleasure to be found in folly of individuation, but the welcome forgetfulness and destabilization of psychic plunder.
Devoid of writ, part or station, assigned no lines or closeups, just shrugs of indifference and helpful hands to carry the occasional burden or sop the random tear. Our happiness may not be found selling the dreams and caretakers procedures to fill the moments when death would have been strongly preferred.
The smug, indignantly look and sodden stare of those unwilling for part and tender. Gone are the banquets, medals and stationery, replaced by cardboard cutout and denials trouble. What legion of hope in monogram upon stenciled jacket or embroiled handkerchief. The cravat or black-blotched dance card.
We prayed together for things beyond our own contrivance. Measures and worlds exceeding universality, things that mattered to no one who only matter to anyone. Love kept sweet in letters and poems written for saints and queens. Finding only the lonely standing sideways to glimpse the seaside.
Oh row to rhythms of wild men and blistered hands that have taken life and lover. Drums beating down upon our crucial equipping, leaving us bereft of courtesy or madness. In dreamt tones of harmony and peace we ride the waves seeking slumber or sustenance. Our minds empty our bellies unguarded.
We are not men who fall for lax judgment, tomfoolery or the occasional breech of moral ineptitude. We stand tall against the dark thinking ourselves lashed to the sands of time. Playing roles that make us all heroes to self and splendor. Our coats unkempt we rise to greet the King who already knows us.
Get in our own delightful reason that paints walls with brown sugar and hearts with force and ardor. Stumbling through pathways long and darkened heights we seek windows to wonderland and fall pray to fables, porch swings and slow gentle strolls beyond the lilacs and lilies.
Valley long and mountain deep, granite sticking fingers to the sky welcoming cloud and eagle. Our promise the long walk to pick up and drop off the inconsequential. Daylight our only food, washed down with the rain of tears. The dark still beckons but the Light has forever come to heaven.
Into the inflamed reserve. Sourcing the navigation, supply and focus required to complete. Floating downstream taking in scenery as the tough part has yet to begin. As one anticipates fire, flood or health scare, doubling down on an additional set of lives to repair the unexpected. These are not moments of self recrimination but belief upon revival and miraculous recovery.
Men waiting around to die is the toughest truth to stomach. There is always one last road trip, campaign or voluntary assistance in the tank. What a wonderful understanding when it no longer needs to be about wantonness or entitled myopia. I see a spark, now to bellows to draw the flame from ember. In an instant our hearts embrace the warmth and hope of a growing fire.
We hope even when reason dictates logic and all remaining evidence or argument shouts that there is no there from here. This has never been about my faith unless measuring my love, but about trust in something beyond myself. Someone that sees beyond the curves and plunge of time’s coaster knowing that at some point after the fear resides we will smile in furious splendor.
It is therefore a wondrous adventure when the road ends at shear cliff or ascending wall without climbing gear or experience. Even imagination exceeded I am forced to look within to the imagination beyond my scope and polish. Finding grand pleasure in the testing of my faith by doubt, fear and unbelief. For the lands that grow beyond this generation are product of those things unseen.
Revival is that moment when I know longer count myself and my limits as the end of this or any story. When I expect miracle originating from the hand beyond crevasse. What mercy graces the undernourished with a belly full of peace and silence? Tomorrow exists because it must and even if there were ample expectation that this day would be the last. Joy remains embedded in promise.
Rainbows and Handlebars as the sun beats down on that long Mid Texas line
Promises of Jupiter and Mars when porch swing in Lexington would be just fine
When days are made of seasons and months lead into years
There’s never enough light to chase away the dark that hides those lonesome fears
Windshields and daydreams and all the fine print you never saw
Hand holding enterprise, drawn out fights so clearly over, before you could ever draw
When dreams amount to nothing and nothing ever comes too late to think of anything but everything you want. They tell you not to reach too far for gold and heaven’s door But everything seems so far away when you’re prostrate on the floor. The Floors too flat and the world too round to reach the other side and the heaven’s seem too far away when the door’s just inches wide. He gave us wings to fly away but I cannot find the sky, everything seems impossible and I can’t begin to understand why.
Nightmares and silhouettes are shadows of all that’s real
I tried to borrow but all I ever got I cleverly had to steal
Lunchrooms and hidden hopes and the things they sold you as a child
Scratching out a rood good living when you’re just too meek and mild
A Patron Saint and fables begin to seem the same, found out too late if it’s not a date then no one is to blame. The boot black and a candle the waxen hope of shame, Grabbing on to something that smells just like fortune’s wish and freedom’s fame. A leaf with spots and dogs with stripes and flags with just a star,It’s all too close to reason and beyond each distant star. The ashen doubt and broken heart that leaves where you are, you shot too far and swung too hard to ever think of reaching par. But part of heaven’s window is believing in the bride, too pretty to deserve her too good I must confide. But answers seldom show themselves and riddles love to tease. Wisdom often whispers in the cold late Autumn breeze. When the humility first hits you it knocks you to your knees and you may have lost the will to win but never lost your keys. Locks and secret windows you find them when you hide Nothing feels like winning until you lose your pride.
Mystery, fog, love and flowers. Days in brightest morn, rain, sideways in the windy afternoon. Welcoming birds desperate for me to answer or for once perhaps listen. Streetcars, slow meandering walks admiring flowers on the lower mountains.
Soft sand, sun washed sandals threatening to split. Always and never. Repaired, no longer simply existing to meet deadlines and expectations, but dreams. Far off rivers threatening to crash and crush the stones below. Admiring simply out of wonder.
Forgotten pathways. Praising in silent worship. Trees standing guard as my patience dwindles and the stars call me so slumber. Dirt, that moist greeting of forest floor, repels the weights and bundles that this world wants for me to carry.
hand rails and desert dwellings, cactus and naked climbs hardened bright-red in baking summer. Snow holding on to memories of Winter, far above the Eagles circle, somehow knowing that there will come another tomorrow. Fresh roasted pine and sandstone wait.
Some will worry never listening nor caring for the voice in the calm white distance. Ride the range, embracing loneliness as treasure that you know will never leave you. Avoiding idle thoughts of mastery and learned struggles that taught us navigation and recovery.
Is there a late stage plan you wish to employ. Another chapter yet finished begging for ink on pages. The days of solemn anchor. Nearby a tiny kitten wanders if you’d feed or give him safety and place to sleep. Yesterday was my best yet, a slow steady string of walks by fire.
The Cool, quiet and unmoving madness of chaos given up for a moment. Planning catastrophe by daybreak. Soldering-iron eyes melding and molding each moment in alabaster, nightmare and orderly procession. Waiting for the bell to toll and wind to call.
