laughter at things that just make me cry. Finding your way through the dark woods of night. Landing on foot when big cat fell down. Hopeless yet hopeful without promise in sight. Singing in season yet a bit out of toon. Utter conclusion with an ending too soon. Days without night and light without sun. Never remember when the winners had won. Horizon’s hunted by sharp eye abreast. When dawn last assembles, we’ll be put to the test. In frank declaration we promise a bride that all will be well and soon by her side. In power and promise creation is wrought the best of each life are those things we are taught. Caught by the scruff apparel in rough, tossed to the sidelines til I’ve had enough. A world full of lillies with a rose in each hand. The stuff often wanted appears in demand. Planned for some safety and a soft spot to land but fell on my duff the clumsy be damned. Truth in my posture and the lie my great slouch I would sit on my buttocks on floor, chair or couch. Liaison to reason and wisdom of none. We had already finished before we’d begun. I wanted to rampage, but they secured all the fun. And sun at four thirty it was time soon to run. Took up the runway and started ascent, the lift neath my wings and gravity spent. The fuel and my passion all bundled inside the future so bright, far and too wide. I had to find someone in whom to confide. As light entertainment I spoke of my love and the gifts we are given by a God so far above, everything that I fancied and things that I don’t, and even those rascals who will and who won’t. Celebrate madness as the skill all may not see. Captured by thought means we’re never quite free. to be or to not as we wanted to be. The picture so bright once we learn to see. A week without end and a start without lines. Digging so deeply they should call these mines on mountains so desperate they escaped all the pines. In the winds of my winter my belly button froze an I had to grow hair on the end of my nose then crackle the ice from my shoes and my clothes as the pain went away from my fingers and toes. In oceans of sadness I spent all my tears, my fears soon to be lost at the incoming spears. Calamity chased and so quickly lost Found my sharp edge on the coin that I’d tossed. Been bossy and busy with ideas of man no time for God as I ran my own plan. Off to the circus the horse and the goat got left behind when the dock offered a boat. Navigate worlds bright distant moons. Hoping each season is filled with all Junes. Our community bird are bright painted loons. No old wife’s tale about a knife and two spoons.

The prizes no one should crave, seek or cherish. No honor in cruelty. only pure wicked dominion of poisoned heart seeking conquest of innocence, purity and utter disturbance of momentary peace. It rivals the impossible of joyous conquest to place oneself in the midst of the raging wicked conscience. Beyond comprehension the lasting evil targeting the innocence in a quest to shock the whole of humanity. How bereft of moral consequence without regret the man who seeks to punish the lame, torture the righteous and inflict pain upon those who will scream the loudest in shear naivete.

Only good for setting determination and commitment to fighting all that is evil this example has little to do with living and rather a quest for all that is and should be dead. What manner of humanity seeks to usurpation of innocence or the imprisonment of the life of children, women and those with too few years? This world is an active demonstration of the reasoning behind each heart seeking righteous redemption. For no man may live free while knowing that those down the street are subjected to slavery, stripped of life’s joy or used for sinful repugnance. This must be fought and not simply met in restraint but delivered to the White Throne for inclusion in the nightmare of eternity’s separation from all that right and true.

Crush the flower under hardened heal. Capture the dreams of young men’s hope. Devour the pure and holy adherence to remain unsullied by the poison of man and beast. What gain is there in all that seems to bring nothing but loss? For life was defined nor created to be extinguished for the delight of the mentally unstable, but to honor the Creator who in a moment saw and made all that is Holy, Right and worthy of man’s focus. The light was not made to be enclosed in silken madness and pain or pleasure of those who would snuff it. Light was brought to man that a silhouette or rose be understood and treasured in reminder of the brilliance which brought them.

These are the days of separation by choice of delight in faith or allegiance to death. The Light has come and in his passing we see the truth of our own pursuits either craving redemption through contrition’s gifting or seeking eternal captivity to roil in the pain earned by our own devout wickedness. We face the honor and love’s freedom of our own choosing. May it be done in discernment and grievous comprehension of not only payment or reward but devilish nightmare or Holy alliance and regard.

In humor mysteries that evaded my predilection to the dull were forgotten without damage to ego or person. Slogged through showers of my own self-edification I remain capable of trudging the roads of folly no matter the ridicule or contempt for I am content in my lack of reason. Saturated by illusion my stripes and spots became trophies of the fury that coupled my ignorance. Tapping and whistling as those around me shook their heads and tossed eyes wondering the potency of these shallow waters grown deep.

There is no sadness for simpleton, finding bliss as inexhaustible revenue of the unwise. Value impudence and idiocy empowered my quest for mastery of the quaint, manufactured and plastic. Too quiescent for relations they avoided me as seed to rocky path. Growth, pursuit of greater men my path led directly to the lower point upon the battlefield. Coalescing around the lesser victories found in giving way to raw brutality and emotional hubris. Too educated in nihilism to be vulnerable to divine presence before me I relegated all to the temporary. Toys my contentment for they asked little focus of me requiring scant attention span to which I had been well endowed.

How am I to ponder that which I have no capacity for hearings ingest? Save speeches for the unholy as my indifference an impossible shield protecting my conscience from taking position in Adam’s plight or Eve’s misunderstandings. Seeking status matters not to a man who ties string around each finger hoping of prospered memory. No weather warm or too cool, never exhausted by missed expectation having no moral compunction to reach for stellar starwood. Delighting in my ignorance I may laugh at complex and turgid as nothing scalps the latent lumber of my impenetrable allegiance to the daft.

Counsels gathered meant nothing but lasting demands upon my impatience. Caring not for things that must first receive value in their definition and delight in their victory. There is no fear where evil fails recognition. Everything is right that is not found wrong in its destruction. We simply seek continuance, not everlasting but fascination with the temporary and impermanent. What joy may village vagrant find in something beyond his comprehension or attainment? A garden grows not when it snows and plants find no root in mired reason. The season of ill regard where nothing found pious, worthy or pleasant is exchanged for simple sensory stimulation. Beauty must be consumed as its worth is in its digestion by those who have not tolerance of the innocent. All is as it should be for to expect more is unpleasant folly.

Where do I seek to go? There are two types of journey. My heart calls me to one of whim and want. Travelling roads that lead to fulfillment of the things my taste requires, my lust intern and my wishes entail. Finding these endings I am left with dilemma. For if I am fulfilled however briefly I am confronted with the need for maintenance or sustainment of these objectives under my own capacities or energy. For to pursue happiness is the right I have been given, the attainment and continuation of that happiness is my own regard. The other method of journeying is being led by some external impetus, muse or voice. This style or commitment leads to ends that were not justified by my means. Those objectives having been sponsored outside my drives are by nature unrelated to the passions of person and lead to places which arguably lie beyond the context of my own definition of happiness.

Obeying external prompts comes with the inherent danger of discerning the good intentions or “Rightness” of purpose in that leading. This venture demands a period of time however brief where each of us determine the reliability or suitability of that leadership for we must invariably accept the difficulties, impossibilities and consequence of following that muse or master. Additionally, the catalysts for this type of journey are nearly entirely different than the pursuits of self-justification, therefore these objectives, which their modifier portrays are independent of our subjective wants, desires and ends. To achieve Objectives provokes the need for methods outside of my own energy, passion and talent or treasure. This is the pivotal importance of recognition/acknowledgement of those forces as work in Creation and that person which Created it.

For instance, I may pursue Salvation through my own means of ritualistic purity, solemnity, practice, art, study and self-denial without the recognition of these objective outcomes and therefore place myself on the habitrail or mobius strip of man’s attempt to achieve the perfect through imperfect, self-sustained means. Therefore, embarkation without recognition and acknowledgement of God’s Sovereignty simply puts me on a path of works without possibility of the Divine only available through that primary recognition. This is the horrific state of man caught in what is referred to as a “Doctrine of Works”. A path that meanders in attempts at resembling God that eventually arrives at a precipice that may not be crossed by mortal means at its end, leaving the man who travelled this path unfulfilled by nature. This is the dilemma of continuing in maintenance of salvation found through LAW, for the law may never save as it is meant to provoke or evoke the need for Supernatural participation and commitment not be the means to the end but the Acknowledgement of our Need for God in order to reach that which has always been beyond our means.

Now the most difficult part is that once on the path led by the Spirit of Almighty, we may at any point forget this incongruity and depart once again to a doctrine led by rules, laws, self-piety in unfortunately inevitable failure. The only way to God is through the Path made New by His Son across the impassible precipice at which one’s own works end. We must in fact deny ourselves and not meet promptings or catalysts with our own efforts but be conscious in our invitation of the Spirit to resolve those things, navigate those paths and direct those outcomes which we have already acknowledged were always outside of our own pursuits, passion or prognostication. Daily recognition is needed, that is why I believe it is called RE-Cognition as it must be daily refreshed and picked up as burden or reminder thereof of the nature and purpose of the journey has always been beyond self.

What then should we expect as those who are being led, directed or patiently awaiting the pathway to emerge before our eyes and understanding? First, we would become inclined to face the provocations not as negative circumstance or victimhood but rather as the catalysts, muses or ushering sequences designed to build, prompt make possible achievement of those things or travel beyond subjectivity. The dilemma once again is discerning those things which are Holy, Right and True in contrast to those ventures which will once again subject us to the wiles and aspirations of material man. We must remain, “in the Spirit” of Godhood to stay true, a state that we may easily internalize and adapt this divine walk to one of works. We must remember that this has always been an impossible task for man, therefore each day man must remember that he is not achieving the impossible by self but rather through the acknowledged gift of God’s indwelling miraculous Spirit. In this recognition, we find the pathway, pain, provocation, envy and testing that raises the capacity for man to overcome all that is in this world as our Savior has done in example. The Joy of taking this path is that we get to face each obstacle or deliverance with the inherent JOY that comes with knowing God is bringing us to Him. That Joy I believe is in knowing that we could never reach him on our own, so He came to us. There is no greater peace and joy, which is the promise of this pathway.

Praise, my only gift as that of service is due the King of all. When I speak let it be the seasoned words of gratefulness offered in reflection and acknowledgement of that tremendous promise I am given. Oh Lord that you are known to all men equally that they may comprehend the riches of heaven and the enormous blessing that awaits us in recognition. You are my dream, my hope and sitting here quietly in your presence is more than enough given.

What is bred, not by imagination but by established thanks for having been taken from bedlam, tragedy and certain/lasting separation from all that good? Is there enough of me to give to cover this debt I owed for the one that was already paid. Another which I had neither earnest nor principal to cover? Is this longing within my heart to do right by Him who saved me the only thing which matters in this lifetime, or should any other objectives rise to equal focus? I have no wife, no family, no children and few friends. When all of the responsibility of this life is rendered moot how then may I continue to proffer excuse as to justified reservation of some fuel or measure unexpended in the tank?

See, on this battlefield my greatest hope is to show up. For in so doing I am acknowledging the Truth of Christ. For this is not a battle in which man may participate out of his own fleshly pursuits. This is a battle ventured in recognition of salvation and redemption to God. These enemies were never within my capacity to vanquish, judge or dispel. All that is done on this field has been accomplished by those who would see me enter eternity to be spent in their Presence. This battle is won and knowing that in every fiber of my soul, that belief may only be proven by showing up armored in God’s characteristics, readied to stand perfectly defended against all enemy assault. That I may instructively pull the Sword of God’s Spirit in fearless utterance of His Holy Word.

How does man continue to fear that which has been dispatched? How does one fear anything when filled with the greatest Power know to all Creation? What venture or pursuit even love offers greater importance than this everlasting promise and purpose? For this is the greatest demonstration that love has or will ever offer to man or spirit, the gift of God’s life to save US all. He does not say that I owe per say but mentions the man who was in tremendous debt having been freed of that burden is conscious of that tremendous Good Fortune. Being that man, I am presently and eternally grateful for that redemption, deliverance and consider it not debt but fealty to my benefactor, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, without Who I would not be sharing these words right now.

As those who have been following the Threshing Floor episodes on Rumble are aware, it is adamantly clear that our Major universities have become the planning, tabletop and game theory political machinery to roll out and complete Color Revolutions around the world. With the advent of the Harvard Center of International Affairs CIA 1958 by Henry Kissinger, Robert R. Bowie and McGeorge Bundy, all high-level State Department or CIA officials, the Professional Intelligence Apparatus and fulfillment of MKULTRA objectives were achieved. Our universities became functional operatives in achievement of global Empire.

Since, most revolutions are attained by development of non-violent activism in target countries these operatives immediately began recruitment and training of liberal leaning faculty and students across the globe to launch these non-violent protests, false flags and resistance. Subsequently these major universities became functional organs of our own CIA at Langley and have effectively helped produce multiple regime changes around the globe. These data remain inconclusive as to the efficacy of these revolutions for Democratic outcomes. However, the fact that they are being developed, manned, run and analyzed at our universities is undeniable.

The greatest problem we are currently experiencing is that the United States itself has now become the target of these non-violent processes to overthrow our own country. The fact that it is being done with much of our own public funding, tax dollars and CIA black funding is abominable. Their contempt for America and the American people is painfully obvious as the Czar of Obama’s ethics department, Norm Eisen, publishes a document entitled, “The Playbook” flaunting their planning and efforts at overthrowing foreign governments and the United States. The CIA destroyed their records in the early 1970’s regarding the MKULTRA Program to conceal their achievements at hiding their planning, research and services in our universities, hospitals and Corporations. This achievement produced possibly the single most dangerous outcome for these United States.

We must understand not only the implications of Government establishing fascist bodies within our capitalist society but reflect upon the danger to our children and staff members within our Great Universities. It must also be mentioned that foreign Intelligence operations have followed suit and many countries have bought themselves entire wings of our Hospitals and Universities to counter the efforts of our own rogue government. If left on their current course and funding these universities will continue to indoctrinate, recruit and employ our students and faculty to overthrow governments to the detriment of Our Freedoms and those freedom loving peoples across this Great Earth.

This has metastasized into a global cancer that now uses IT social media, Government data collection platforms to coerce public behaviors regarding activism and voting. These social media platforms are using mind control techniques mastered at our intelligence agencies to leverage and bind our citizens into thinking, acting or not acting against the threats sworn against them. The recent advent of pandemic, whether you believe it valid or not indicates the gravity of this social media control. Now activist’s groups are planning, recruiting, meeting, scheduling and conducting activism protests via the internet through these social platforms. If this is not terrorism by definition, then what is it? It is painfully evident that the CIA has mastered the art of social manipulation via the mainstream media and now has perfected the propagandic arts through Government Controlled social media that uses AI assets to record, monitor, meter and influence all that we do and say right from the heart of our most trusted universities, hospitals and corporate centers.

What must be done about our universities? God willing, we will close and force from our shores all of this mind controlling, recruitment and regime threatening agencies. We must once again control what satisfies the need for education in our own country. Our universities must not be hijacked by intelligence agencies and state actors at our cost and use our children to evoke their quest at global takeover. I do not know all the answers, but I do know that we need them and some subsequent effective action, immediately if we are head off the clear eventualities of leaving this cancer untreated. May God give you clear counsel on this issue and if I may be of any assistance in prayer or discussion, please let me know.

There is no greater pain than that of realizing ones betrayal in deceit. When a righteous man follows a path having placed faith in the ordained steps and finds himself off God’s skinny path standing amidst the masses travelling the well paved boulevard, he is shocked, dismayed, embarrassed and contrite, knowing that he has trusted in his own heart and not as God directs the voice of His Sovereign. Am I such a man? Am I embarking through embraced advice the broad road leading to destruction? When I could have followed the path to the narrow gate by arduously attending to God’s Direction?

Have I convinced myself of my own self-perception in superiority, failing to consistently remember the fallen stance that brought me running to Calvary for Grace? Have I taken the swollen feed bag of leavened bread inherently to self-justification that I would consider it now within my audacious power to forgive myself of those things for which God died? Asinine is my name. Filled with pride when set free from it by Sovereign Gifting is the ultimate insult to my intelligence or apparent lack. the power of deception seeks those with the window of self-actualization left open. The pattern being self and the worship a man undertakes when God is not enough.

I am not capable of completing this road on which God has led and equipped me. I endure in Him not of self and to forget would be a total departure from both faith and reason. If I were ever capable of doing the impossible than God need not come and die for me. Perhaps that is the basis of my failure in contemplation believing that every other poor sap needs salvation and that mine is unnecessary or assured. I am not suffering from captivity of self-importance relying upon my own Goodness or deeds to find my way to heaven. If i were then heaven was never my pursuit or my destination but the separated end which comes to all men who fail to seeks God’s wisdom and hope.

Some would venture to call this man I’ve become weak by serving the God of the Universe. Accepting all the ridicule of men whom God loves so much He sent me to tell them of that Love is not the easy path. For we as men love our pride and will defend it ever before we defend the innocent. I am no slighted by those who have forgotten God waits for them. I am not insulted by those who believe that I am weak to stand my ground upon God’s Promises choosing to rely upon a greater power instead of seeking my own glory in foolish regard. I do not fault their thinking for I know that there remains time for the exigencies of this lifetime and pain of experiences to shake them to the truth. That moment and patience God expresses in waiting for them to come to reason or sufficient pain is the true strength of man reborn.

On quiet lanes, with buzzing bees and heated breeze. We stopped for moments of forgotten woe. Our hearts felt light, so far from night that the day appeared eternal. Her hand draped fragile across my left wrist, the world had no gravity and our dreams as helium escaped to the Heavens. The cold edge of ice cube resting on my tongue I forgot how refreshing this life could become. In the subsidized awakening I rode the waves of rest being given to us freely.

Where were the frozen permafrost nightmares of childhood and lost passions? As contentment threatened all our misery with the mint at the back of our frosty minds. Stolen, these moments when I simply traced her elbow with the nail edge of my index to watch the goosebumps flair. A bird interrupted the emptied mindset with peels of tenor and alto begging. Aghast at my dismissal and wanting the attention that she so willingly received. These are not the disheveled whimsies of a man who sits in parlor or finds wealth in winning arguments. These are the peaceful musings of cares lost and problems solved.

Does there have to be double down of concern and worry to accompany the absence in unfinished work? Must tonnage sponsor displeasure or remove from us any manner of rest divorced from relaxation? What journey’s anguish requires furrowed brow and lost inertia? If the bellows blow must we be set to flame as each hot air breathes upon our sun dried fueling? Or may we lay dormant with eyes scanning the predictable and the unexpected miracles of God’s making? Must every dream end in gasp or rude startle? In this place I found that elusive thing.

You want me to be arbiter of your disobedience and refusal to give all of your trust to God. There is no hope nor reason in that position for a prince. For to make believe one is King to capture Sovereign mindset, evokes the blindness of an eye and the pride to which one falsely falls for season. Certainly if there were no Word, No Holy Spirit, no born again access before the throne and no small quiet voice in the back of our heads, even then it would be stretching the definition of Pastor to presumptively deliver the Truth that I believe God is telling you. His Word is infallible, available, eternal and precise and the Spirit of that Word is a discerner of hearts and minds. Therefore I am free of my own interpretation and shall comfortably restrict myself to the quiet harbor of love and edification to which God has delivered me.

Your Sin is known both to you and before God. If you wish to exclude yourself from man’s entirety and somehow counsel that God will overlook your Sin but judge all other’s go right ahead. We know this thinking foolhardy yet each of us, even the faithful continue to court the harlot of our wickedness believing that Grace allows us to continue in the same sins for which He died on the Cross to free us, forgive us, heal us and deliver us through belief and forgiveness. How can one perfect belief be mocked by iniquitous thinking, as if somehow none of the Passion occurred and that we may remain in captivity to death and sin now that we have establish a feigned faith in false eternal deliverance? We know this to be rabidly untrue.

Now to the conduct of the Church as a Corporate interest, setting, seeking and championing business goals without discussion, consideration or perhaps falsely attributing the approval of the Holy Spirit. Paul warned us through that Holy Spirit of this wickedness two thousand years ago, yet we continue to ignore or mock that perfect prophetic word of our denial of the Power therein, the same Holy Spirit. We emphatically understand that blaspheming that Holy Spirit is the only unforgivable sin yet we race headlong into this immovable barrier in our quest to reach goals of profitability and breadth in reach. What then are the boundaries and rules for tithing and investment capitalization that are somehow different for the Body as a whole that exclude the individual? We now in our hearts what is right with regard to mammon and making God first, yet we continue to inquire of Pastors, Friends and Oracle as with our other beloved sins, the method by which we may set ourselves apart from judgment to achieve our own imperfect goals ignoring the Word’s perfect context.

The Church has gone astray. We are the Body of Christ and last I checked when one part of the body became cancerous the rest followed or equally suffered. What fiction and folly have we convinced ourselves that allows each of us to remain holy, righteous and true within the construct of a body gone to virus, plague or leaven? We were even warned by Jesus Himself of the danger of this pinch within the loaf. How shall we now escape the understanding that the Body of Christ is the Loaf of which Jesus counseled? Additionally, the Holy Spirit through Jude told us that the Church, the Body would be infiltrated during these last days and that we are to be set apart for God separating ourselves from the ungodly that have crept in among us, those predestinated for judgment for wickedness. How then now may we continue in our already recognized: infiltrated, cancerous, ungodly body proclaiming ourselves once again outside the inclusionary definition of “The World” that God so greatly loved. We are mankind especially if we believe ourselves “Self Righteously” outside God’s definition. Pride is always the sword upon which the arrogant will fall.

Frustrations of standing at the window looking at the bucolic scene beyond yet no handle, knob or doorway through which to proceed. We are at the precipice of this nations transformation: either from the deception perpetrated for decades of a free country run by its people or to the deep dark state of global dominion and endless persecution or fear. What brought us to these shores of dismal grey storms looming on yonder horizon and the light dim, yet visible to the opened eyes of those awake?

We trusted. In idols, in pipedreams, in the rest we are offered to view their $100 Milliion dollar celebrities each weekend as they put on a show to lull into slumber. Their can of whatever in our right hand, their 5G homing device on our left knee, hypnotized into believing that this alternate reality is the Real One God promised each of us. But the pestering, nagging tug in the back of our minds keeps us from contentment. Men never seeing the end of their pursuits, the relief or the peace of mind and women overwhelmed by the speed and the expectations of a life driven by hungers without satiation. Jesus said bring me those who are weary and heavy laden and I will give them rest.

Well my feet hurt, my mind can’t comprehend contentment and I look upon the lusts of greedy people driving me to the grave not to a better life. I can only imagine how difficult this has been for those who never knew or have forgotten God’s promised intervention and help. Perhaps, they are content, but I don’t think so as I see the lines of stress on their brow and they never seem to slow down for anyone or anything, only stopping briefly for a lust fulfillment break. Each of us chasing those things that give us a warm fuzzy, knowing somehow that the good things were meant to last, but those that call us forward never seem to suffice.

The common theme of our awakening is that most of this has been an illusion, an AI sponsored rendition of what we thought we wanted, packaged in a bitter melon nightmare that never seems to leave the back of our thinking. What heroes have shown themselves true, what men have rendered themselves solid example for our children, what dreams are accepted as having reached the Good Life that all Americans were told would come with hard work, determination and elbow grease? None of this is acceptable. In fact, we are so emotionally or nerve dead that they are having to hurt US just so that we may access the tears associated with a loss of innocence, truth and actual authentic prayer. What remains of the lies we were fed must be jettisoned with the hope that led US into this painful and abrupt resting from deep sleep.

The joy I have is free but because it didn’t come from my achievement nor even from my own expectations or understanding but rather from the Word of God. I wipe my brow and thank God that He called out to me so long ago and that I had at least enough intelligence to realize my predicament and accept His Grace, without which I would be completely brought in by their fake reasoning and the utterly feigned script of how this was supposed to turn out. You see, we wanted more than God told US to expect. The shiny objects, the five weeks vacation and the big house, car and delightful family that would work efficiently to reach our wonderland. What happened to having more than I need so that I can give to others well that was secured away with my contentment, my peace and my belief in life everlasting.

This awakening is about God’s Plan for mankind. However distant, plausible or consistent with my view of globality. For it is the only plan that is going to happen and must be accepted, addressed and adhered to if any of US want to get out of this chapter alive. Endurance is the quality most needed as the tests, trials and momentum of the world coming upon us is something beyond our scope to cope. The only hope we ever had is that God Loves US dearly and if we apologize turn away from our dalliance and beg Him to He will forgive US and heal this nation. That being said we must armor up in His Characteristics because shedding the fog that clouds our understanding, arising from the smoke of the deception that has captured our nation thinking and learning how to walk, run and chew gum again is going to take all the effort we can muster and a lot more patience than any of US currently possess. That is the greatest blessing of God’s forgiveness and Promise, we don’t to do the impossible just be ready for the impossible tasks to appear before US and His power, wisdom and provision to provide the miracle to overcome.