Spoken true, you’ve wished for me to wonder. Always one step behind the scent, footstep of trolley having left door closed to the place I should have favored. In response to echoes on the wind my journey races here and dallies there pursuant to the rhyme I’ve often pondered. Something to do with hope and chance for the sake of grand romance. A Story, when told captivates the audience in plunder, pride and palindrome, only to find themselves captured in the rash, epic, syllogistic terminology seared into the memories of those who wanted innocence.

All along the beach front, herculean men and damsel looking distressed are dressed down by a world that wants all the money. Walking in the noonday sun, dressed for autumn, wishing myself adequately prepared for that which lay before me. In my secondary concern I found the answers that were given by discernment, freshly kettled and served for aspiration. In waking moments I dream of things I found in slumber, unencumbered by the cask alight upon my shoulder basking in my best Atlas shrug I leapt for freedom.

Why do they look at my sorrow to kindle the fire of their grand resolve? What lure marches them to quarry, basking in decay and dissolution? What prides bid them seat themselves on high when mastery requires mercy and antipathy for the masses breads not but slaughter. Why make again that which was done in perfect, perpetuity and accurate comprehension of possibility? Where are the dreamers? What imagination spawns the loss of all that’s holy to reach the paramount existence? Why destroy to create, pulverize in perfection’s pursuit when you speak of augmentation in ill verse? Where is your victory if all is lain waste at battle’s ending?

I cannot purge myself of humanity and claim that makes me a better man? What gurgling fear of the blood rising in one’s throat would cause them to hate the innocent? What mooring bother’s boat enough to squeak against being tied just so? What answer may be found in the destruction of all good to find the heart of darkness? Where has love gone when there is not but dark heart and reason? Shall all things living exceed to metal code? Shall we shed skin for that less temperate silicon centered fancy? Isn’t folly simply folly no matter the foolish foreplay or shiny coated finish? What good thing wishes for the ending of all life to find purpose?

The greatest lived tragedy is a man who becomes that which the public requires in order to achieve solvency. That man never lived but the projection created of him in replica to afford for the elements placed upon him in aspiration. How many of us have gone decades as cardboard cutouts of the men God made us to become for the purpose of accumulating assets, romance, position or power? It is never worth it. The world and all its accoutrement and encumbrances are not enough to fulfill that which was made in God’s Image. That is why we must relinquish access and usage of Spiritual sight and discernment when seeking the reward of mammon.

I will never venture to say that I have done anything right in this march to find the skinny path to God’s intention. However, I know that my opportunity launched when I began eschewing those things my pride so craved. If the mortal man wanted these things with such abandon in my calculus that was clear indication of their inclusion my plastic nightmare. Not merely logic but emotion, relationship and ambition surrounded those People, things and titles I sought in worldly fulfillment. It wasn’t that I hated these things but God offered something better than I could ever achieve in my own pursuits.

Simple things, simple pleasures, diminished burden and clarity of purpose, those are the fuel of God pursuits. Do not be fooled into thinking that the skinny path is all dandelions, rainbows and butterflies because typically the opposite ensues. We were meant for greater things and we all know that the greater our aspiration the more difficult the runway. The Lord means for us to accomplish the impossible through His Holy Spirit bringing Glory to His Name in the process. Therefore, we ought expect that many of our works will be considerably more difficult than those we may personally achieve. This walk with Christ is not about being an over achiever, it is about doing those things that reside beyond our own capacity for deliverance. Why else would we need to Spirit that created the Universe indwelling our hearts. If this were about what I always had the ability, talent, treasure or measure of humanity to accomplish, then why did Christ have to die to save me?

I will never be what they have demanded I become and trust me I have lost a lot of sleep and tears in the attempt. The Lord bid me let them go for there are only two paths in this life. Those who are on the other path and the undecided hate when anyone tells them that for they are desperately projecting the darkness and worldliness inside themselves hoping and praying that we are wrong. All the time knowing as we have that there is only one way to Everlasting Life. This choice is hard but when you get right down to the metal surface it is the only one that ever made sense. You see I don’t want to be someone else to achieve greatness, I would much rather be me and see the greatness I may achieve in Jesus. For it is in His Name that I walk this born again life, without Who I never would have had the opportunity. Let’s see where it takes me. I hope that I bring Honor and Glory to Him even in my smallest works.

Raven’s speak, breezes filled with flown gossip, ashen keep and night’s stone cold. Starlight to brigand’s prowl, mercilessly broken on the shady waves of ocean’s peak. Tide’s call upon formless feats dedicated to nothing but the motion and pull of distant moon’s. When is the season’s greet, drunken merry wonders displayed for delight and festered remembrance? Where do the team of horses tread, steady, not spook or spoken for but courted by intensity.

At behest of nightfall she sang deep and sweet of the morrow, and battle’s yet contested, until dreamer’s dealt with mishap in the requests they brought to midnight. Oh, slowly pray ask for things ill deserved and better left unspoken. As prayers drift into wonder and prisons freed become home to those yet filled with fear and reason. Challenging the stolen dawn as if some ghastly shade pranced holy into the heart of sun and moon seeking capture. Yet slippery lass eased past them leavening hands filled with air and misery as piper’s paid by quarry.

Crimson of ripened rose upon the pool of newly mastered. No purple to passion’s claimed, worthy of fallen days and night’s shattered by shrill blast thrice of horn in conquest fed. Willed to madness by the happy seeking flotsam who shall never entertain forgiveness. In pride and porous pregnant thought be bought by Braham’s and chalice free. To sing quartet as paddle wheel marches calling Saint Louis from the distance. The wishes and fishes of a briner’s bay born with the morn of warning coursing cross their taut white brow. As for then and now we have gone to better passing, seeking higher ground and the sounds of God’s whisper to the wanton.

Leaving lass with keen green satchel, cleaving to the nettle of a sprite’s lengthy mane. Auburn, not brazen red as child would have spoken but less orange then gold. With trepidation and pause seek those answers that shall not be remembered but change the world no less. From happenstance to chosen men have searched and been found unfinished by lesser word. Twisted tongue and youthful query as if in understanding the power lay. All too soon June turns November and the icicles that once fell free now cling to the chill of mind and heart. Into the keep we seek the warmth of whistling wood and good of fine words, song and the fellowship of Ages.

I do not dream in apprehension of coming turmoil but revel in the release of my reflections. Caught up in the maelstrom of my guerrilla instinct, camouflaged by waiting crowd I inspect their faces for tells and wrinkles given to all narcissistic projects. Outside the burden of my own resolve I find the turmoil of present company, purchased or manufactured by those things that lengthen or shorten men’s lives. We sink or sail not by wind alone but by the disciplined effort of our quest. Some be more valiant than most but all are found in the righteous or indignant representation of our making.

For what post have I been designed, assigned or pastured beneath the revenant moons of man’s understanding? What dangers are intrinsic to my folly? Or must I go forth into the unchallenged beyond to find the demons of my displeasure? Calculus, figured in my head as I manipulate the starts, the oceans and night’s offering of romance and frequency. Is this truly a thing of man’s kindling, a fashioned fire born of the twigs of my anger, broken, torn, relegated to the warmth of my shins and ankles? Where have the rivers led if I must never find fulfillment in their following?

What better purchased parchment has accepted ink from quill stick? The words of enemies vanquished, valley’s crossed and mountains mastered as testimony to my argument of greatness not evidence of my gratitude. Of Eternity’s Dream I am no master, fledgling, failure, perhaps artist with unknown colors or imagination impure I ride the waves of my own pride as they rise and ebb toward indifference. Selected, hand picked by a palm I do not answer. Gripped by my own script, seeking headlines, deadlines and whimsical wonder from a cauldron full of nothing but the smelly socks of self calamity.

To field I pray, in pastures of men who knew my mastery to run from prey and fowl, never knowing owl or pleasant waves of midnight. In Passing to all prominence I venture a boorish man’s whisper, egging on the mockers and fools who would counsel me otherwise. This is not dessert cold but angry strong drink of ill gotten word and envious or odious reason. Found flocked among the penchant ravens, dark and fair esteemed as pious messengers of the nether edges of universal contempt. In their chatter and willful conviction the keys to my freedom lay displayed for all with keen eye and heart of light.

Where must he run to escape pursuit of self unpleasantry? Swallowed up by improper thinking and undisciplined word, never taking actions for fear of further revelation. Mumbling in quiet against the overreaches of the dark, talons scraping the rooftops as they descend to pluck my wanton corpse from parapet. I will gain the pinnacle and in that moment find myself stricken with the reality that comes to all embracing the glory of their own burdened reflection. Feet permanently strapped to a broken board riding waves of my own making. There is no hope without someone to believe in. Lodged between the widgets of the would be’s and virile marches to discover validation and purpose we reside in the unhappy pages of those left unamused or craving.

This is not the quest for gold or treasures old, but the misery of man seeing in finality his own disassembly. Smashed upon the rocks or carefully dissected by reason and rhyme the parts of humanity strewn out in workspace, we are all taken to account by wisdom and temporality. This is not a dream of my making but the mastery of a man who never much fancied displeasure. In the conquest of my folly I met my making in that place where watches and clocks find adjustment and synchronicity.

Dragged into a reality where I craved and sought time and strength. Feeding the perpetual engines of my heart, I left wandering the constant avenues and stabile boulevard in search of smoother roadway and greater indenture to the excitement that lit my sensibility. I am conquest in reverse, the devolution of a thing once perfect hiding itself among the lackluster, seeking brilliance by inclusion and suffering for health’s muse. There are no starlit nights for man who has not reason. Stalling in the blocks shaking off the clock whispering to the union docks don’t tie off too long for the venture must continue.

In my eager attitude and thirst for failure I sought low spots, dumbs and depths and power wells into which treasured essence flows. Worry about what when all is to be spent on irregular pursuit and random hunting. Seeking what for whom for which reason however it may be accomplished. With pleasure my pumping heart weeps against the folly of their betrayal. Learnt, felled and spelled for all to see the same lesson ad infinitum. Repetitive splendor in dependency. Always relying upon the cord that without sufficient girth or tensile modality to make it through the weather we’ll be facing. Lies, dyes and tears outside our eyes as each man cries about the fantasy he fought for. Against the breeze of my next pleasure and hope designed to take my car from rail, I fall in perpetuity. These are not wells of wisdom and reserve of understanding but wasted duality of mooring and forcing friction from the shore. This creates its own nightmare for nightly viewing.

Eschewing the dark I vomit light, thanking all that is right for my daylight insight, when caught in dream I fall palsied before expectation and foolish fantasy. Pictures of the elements I created only sham as all is torn asunder as covalent bonds broken reveal the shining object lodged within the realm of unqualified thinking. Undone by the best or the worst as happenstance yells it. Lured to the lair of thirst and hunger, to be eaten and drunk by the giants of my folly. No smooth stones, no battle cry no service to Great King or brining harvest homeward, but the strict diet of busted hope and lassoed Dream. I scream at the machine incapable of rage and a sage looks inward to find the docile center. Withered by the sun at post, haggard, outcast, at peace in my palsied pacification, praying for another dose of acquiescence and dilatant. these things view the loss as pleasure and the pain as realization of fully living asunder. A grenadier without pin having fumbled delivery awaiting the blast of approaching timeline.

I found the switch and made the getaway to some one else’s dream scape. Launching quiescent fast to pay for my quo with quid I had to borrow. Release the hounds who never a ghost did rally and high pitched shriek as dusk gives way to night. And on the porch where fishermen recall the days when they were knighted we alone find comfort in the Call.

Forgiveness provides the inclination to go on into the next vision, to move on beyond the scenes of angers passed. My burdens daily reduced by those that common sense bids I leave as refuge of this day. Tomorrow is not shackled to the unresolved conflicts of this or any yesterday, week or annum. Free must be such and found in the crisp or sometimes biting breath of a new morn. I am relieved of that which I would have per wound kept into malignancy, tumor or infection. This road may never be the result of my choices unless they are good ones leading to the Promises of Truth and subsequent reward of an discharged Psyche.

Calls from the left and right demanding that I come full circle remaining silent of the Rock of my making. Or pulling, pushing, leveraging to have me retard my voice, my thinking my thoughtful regard of God’s Word as He my only maker, Boss and King guides me to the topic and Word that I am privilege to encounter and share. I do not wish to slight, corrupt or injure, but I cannot conform to the list of rules required by any other would be Master. If a hammer He selected then a hammer He required for this duty. Far be it from the fact that I am a hammer though I have hammered the gong of repetitive preaching. If He wants me to be gentle then I shall step aside for the Fruit of His Spirit’s arrival.

Self Help is a worldly motto and falsely proclaim that this is Scripture. God does not help those who help themselves, He rather helps that who cannot help themselves, delivering, saving, Transforming for His purpose, that we may help ourselves to His wonderful provision and promise. Stop trying so hard and walk. Have you ever walked in the cool of the morning or evening reflecting upon the hues of a promised tomorrow? Simply strolling taking time to see God reflected in the things that He has given, remembering the wonderful that He made for each of us. It is in those moments that I find my greatest help as I am content, dependent and humbled before God Almighty.

I cannot both fear God and fear the World’s threats upon my person or belongings. The Lord is awesome and to be feared by those who know what a wonderful thing He has done and yet to do. I do not pleasure in the loss of good counsel or those that have found their way close, but I cannot cling to them in disregard of God’s Whisper. So if there are rules, requirements or constant corrections seeking to fit me to mold of your construction please do what you must do and find that peace I cannot give from some other source. I am under construction to be an eternal being. I am being shaped by the Master Potter Himself who needs not your assistance. I do so apologize to Him and You for my inadequacy of Pliability and kinetic imagination, however only one of you shall overcome my frailties and that is the one who new them before time itself began. Go be at peace if that is the only method you can imagine to cope with my absolute reliance upon a Single Source of transformation, the Will of our Mighty God.

In the midst of greatest trial my most pressing needs are clarified. I may never know the crushing power of hopelessness and depression without having faced the approaching or encroaching obstacles threatening my certainty. Yes I may intellectually comprehend the overwhelming power of evil or advances of the strong upon the weak from a distance, maybe even share sympathy and compassion for their oppression. However, having full experiential knowledge of how they felt or feel the moments before they are ravaged or destroyed by greater force, is beyond literacy. I cannot understand your road having never walked it, so the job is to the best of my ability try to place myself in your shoes and then come to your aid as should happen.

Easy, safe, self-sustaining this perch upon my ivory tower watching the rabble below as I toss crumbs from the parapet. Leadership may be done from on high as with the superior race families having never known personal trouble, trial, hunger, poverty or absolute despair in powerlessness. Though some may lead with prowess from their lair of safety, but they will never touch and I must say I do not envy that they may never truly know the dangers of simply struggling to live. Nor do they have the ease to God’s Throne that most of the impoverished have in spades. You see, they need God they don’t just want to believe in a convenience they Need to believe in the hope of deliverance and salvation because this life holds no peace for the poor. Their battle is real, their safety challenged each moment and their hope all that they possess. If I cannot do a thing then I am significantly more willing and likely to understand that without God I will never achieve it.

The Lord is my shepherd I shall not be in want, said David so aptly in Psalm 23. Sheep know no safety except that which the shepherd provides, they are innocent, defenseless and frankly stupid. When challenged they will run and most likely die at the hand of a wolf or other predator. They are dependent upon their Shepherd for their safety, for their food and water, without which they would simply over graze the same pasture and die from their own inability to find more food. The Book of James tell us how to achieve this Unwanton state of humanity. When we face our trials and temptations with JOY, the JOY that comes from knowing the Lord’s Protection, Provision and care, then the Holy Spirit releases patience to each of us. When that patience allows us to endure the trial in that state of Joy then we eventually become perfected and have want for nothing. In other words we become mature in our faith and fully believe upon God’s Promise to deliver against that promise and “Provide for all of your needs according to my riches and Glory in Christ Jesus”.

There is great knowledge to be sought and consumed at the level of the Rich who live seemingly carefree compared to the poor. But the knowledge of the poor, empirically deliver benefit beyond those available to the Book educated and money supported. When we face trials that surpass our coping capacities we are actually gifted by God with the immediate understanding of our limitations, those things which reside in the impossible category. Thus we are simultaneously blessed by the understanding in God’s Word promising the ability to deal with the impossible through Christ Who Strengthens us. Without Whom we would certainly fail, but with Whom we are guaranteed successes in this life and the next.

Nothing new Kalamazoo, but there are few that I have yet to go through. In a straight forward point of view, I must continue until seeing the blue of skies under which I will review each and every clue and try to pursue to renew all that is due when I have gone through the cue so precious moments few to impart and imbue these Wonderful Words to creatures anew.

Some times your heart is so full of joy and hope that it nearly bursts as an old skin, but this new wine sometimes bitter still reminds me of the road that I am privileged to walk. Stamping on reason and looking for odd adage to make hope from the rhyme, in time I am certain that the revelation will make sense of my discouragement. It is not wrong to be sad for goodness lost and reason found that confound each other to meet in the middle with no joy or pain but resolve in the knowledge that the right thing often hurts. Learning is a path not an instant and the greatest understanding that I have gathered in my walk is that giving to God always produces the finest outcome.

I do not always claim to know what is right but when queried I most often reflect that the right thing would have cost the most personal coin so I chose to invest in something cheaper. Less skin in the game does not mean that things will turn our better in fact the chips in the pot reflect faith, intention and willingness to believe upon something beyond self. My clumsiness often remembered in my elder state I am much less willing to sit out then I am to gamble upon the King, knowing in surety that it was never me who could muster the resolve or solve the dilemma before me.

Sorry, is not the appropriate word for others having made decisions that impact me, hurt me, enrich me or challenge my thought, heart or mirth. I am grateful for each and every soul that enters my fray, with intent to emasculate, entertain, teach train or befriend. For in the end only those things which God allows are the endings I shall reread in my remembrance at journey’s finished. I want this and wish for that and wear a hat to portray what I couldn’t otherwise say to bolster my courage and make clear the position I may have hidden. But honor brought to God may only be achieved in my suffering to maturity in the trials set before me. Losing this person or that source of kindness because I stood for what is right, though painful and unpleasant now shall deliver the largest transformation of Spirit.

Though I know you must leave and have decided to do so having constructed the charade of demonization necessary to exculpate yourself from responsibility. I know that it is your wound forcing you to hurt someone else to protect yourself from introspection. Tragedy is that the lesson will be learned and seeking to end one relationship to avoid the pain of learning it will only bring you to the next character or circumstance God delivers that you at some point may be healed. And this character may be less gentle than me. I will not run from this pain but embrace it as the agent of change and catalyst for growth I know that it will become. For the moment the sadness simply conveys the importance of the kinship. I cannot be what anyone wishes for me to become to suit their wound for that is the process that turns humans into cardboard cutouts and leaves the threatening wound promising you hope in reprobate thinking. I take truth no matter the pain it brings for only in the medicine does healing lie.

If there is no involvement of the Roman Catholic Church in the Formation of the UNNWO, how then are they in business partnerships with the UNITED NATIONS, The Global Crown Corporation of the City of Londinium, The European Union, The United States, the CCP in Hong Kong and having signed ecumenical agreements with most of the world’s largest denominations. This is the Empire of Daniel Two that as the Iron Empire divided into East and West and fought the rise of powers from the East melded and mixed with the Clay of Believers in the Church that was Rome. Through this process they became the continuing Empire that proclaimed itself Holy in the 9th Century and merged with Corporations, The HOLY SEE, The EAST INDIA CORPORATION, UNWEF, UNWHO, UNICRC, UNICEF, UNGAVI, UNIMF, UNFED, UNBIS, UNWORLDBANK to become the dreaded Church/State/Corporation from whose myth the American Liberal runs in fear.

The Bible has given us more than we needed to understand, abide and functionally overcome all that stands before us in modern times. This empire showing its face as early as the Nineteenth Century first by being interrupted in Napolean’s War and Power quest and then in the Wehrmacht of the Holy Roman Illuminati Families is now reemerging from its Nazi Plot to spread itself around the Globe in the supposed destruction of Hitler’s Regime. The Third Reich was designed to seed the Fourth Reich which has now been conveniently concealed in the Fourth Industrial Revolution of the Great Reset as they would have us believe, but remains the Biblical continuing empire of Constantine’s vision, the Rising Sun god worshippers of Rome, Egypt, Babylon, and Nimrod.

What ever shall we do now that we see the Bible has been not only true but correct throughout this and every generation. As we see God’s enemies revealed in the light of God’s Word, having been permeated by that Word and the Light of the World. We must ask our selves, why Now? Is this revelation of the evil standing against humanity proof of God’s Soon return? Do we fail because it is obvious in Revelation that this Empire does in fact take over the World launching Global Government, Global Religion and Global Commerce throughout the far reaches of the Earth? What could possibly happen between now and the passages of Revelation that lead to the emergence of this UNNWO which even now we appear to be defeating? What evil or Good Thing happens that those resisting this Tyrannical Global Takeover are no longer present or incapable of beating back the Anti Christ’s advances upon the face of the Earth?

I will not assert that I have some Prophetic Gift and can convey to you that answer emphatically recalling vision handed down by God that I may answer the questions with surety and sense. What I can and rightfully may do is search the Lord’s Word for what may occur and know the seasons as the Apostles had realizing the time in which we stand is in deed the end of the Time of the Gentiles, immediately proceeding those days associated with Wrath, Tribulation and His Return. However I will leave you with a thought. Are most of the people in America resisting this Global March, Christian? Obviously. What then would have if those Christians or the bulk of them were to simply disappear one Summer, Fall of Winter night? Would the Empire advance at record pace finding no resistance, in fact appreciating the open welcome of those who have dreamt of Global union? How long before the Club of Rome Map of 1978 becomes the Reality of 2022, 25 or 30? These are the days in which we stand and perhaps fall. Where will you be when that issue is determined?

Meek will forever be associated with pacifism or weakness. Perhaps the greatest tragedy of modern man is the loss of identity found in God through Christ. Having forgotten, reconfigured or labeled ourselves with worldly posture we immediately believe the worldly claim survival of the fittest or as Alexander put it on his deathbed, “To the Victor go the spoils”. Whereas in God we are adopted children of the Sovereign God of the Universe, Princes and Priests indwelt by the Holy Spirit of God on Earth as witness, as Ambassadors as ensample to the many of God’s Loving Power and Grace. The loss of battles to win greater wars is a concept thoroughly understood by the likes of this Great Greek King and men of all nations. Controlling strength is in fact one of the greatest trained disciplines of mighty men to endure that which may destroy each of us in order to finish the race we must all run.

Am I allowed to protect my livestock, my family, friends and farm if threatened? Does this world through associated identity that Christian men will simply lay down when each of these or all are threatened? God did not give me courage, a backbone and the Will to stand in difficult circumstances so that I would simply comply with my own destruction or stand bye idly as my family faces similar circumstance. become pray to every strong character that enters my life. Yes, when falsely accused or when someone wants exercise that power over me or my family I am to do my best to live in harmony with all people. As a meek man I may not simply to allow you to consume my Family just because you can. The Lord will deliver us from all trials and perhaps the delivery he will use this time is my ability to stave off the wolves when they threaten the sheep over which I have been appointed shepherd.

I cannot remember the men and women who thought me weak then found themselves in conundrum realizing that meek is a false equivocation with weakness. Why would the Lord tell me to stand in Good Courage in His Word, at all times, and then counsel me to bow knee to evil that comes to terrorize? That makes no sense. If a man is made shepherd of a flock or family then he is given the responsibility for their protection and care.

Why else would a man study the hunting or defensive arts then refrain to utilize them to make safe his family and farm. The Lord has overcome the world and everything in it but this world is still driven by the hate and appetite of the fallen which wants to consume innocence and lay waste to every good thing. Steeped in that knowledge I must then prepare myself armoured in God’s Characteristics and plead with them to retreat when forcibly looking to take or destroy that which God provided. This is impoverished thinking to believe that a shepherd of God’s Sheep will simply allow any threat to charge in a take or potentially harm those sheep.

Do we despise conquest, anger and war, Yes Certainly. The Love of innocence and protecting the vulnerable however carries greater weight then remaining out of a fight when it comes upon us. When God bids I defend my Family I will do so with great passion and every ounce of prayer and strength. I will not hate my enemies and will forgive them and pray for them when the opportunity requires. But standing bye an allowing the destruction of those things God provides even if it were a bear, wolf or badger come to take them would be to devalue the gifts I have been given. I cherish the opportunity to live in harmony with all men extending the Love as God first Loved me.