This Hill, was not meant for my passing. Upon which I stand in courage not determined to give my life in frivolity, but to proclaim that Word to the World that desperately craves His Mooring. Yonder valley of those seeking sorcery nor the abyss to which they commit shall neither embrace me nor provide a place I refer homeward. We are bound to glory, tied to the lot of Christ, die cast, clothes traded to affix upon time the seal of completion. There is no more work to be done but that which honors God in His redemption of my spirit to life eternal in His Work and Rest. I am bought, paid for by propitious over compensation. What I thought worthless God found invaluable.

This City, is not my home, nor the reason for my plight or passing. Traveler, temporary resident finding the richest work in serving the Sovereign King of All. All Planets, All space, All stars all faces, science, reason and rhyme. This is the greatest way that any human could be privileged to pass through creation, in service, voluntary fulfillment of Sovereign assigned purpose in completing the tasks set before me before time itself was a thing. I do not fight with sword, dagger or bludgeon but with Holy Word and Prayer. These are the battles of a man who knows victory is secured and that this enemies emasculated and stripped of authority by the only God of service and worship. May the Lord find reason and stay His wrath from the City that its people are found humbled in their sin by Spirit born again to live for life everlasting abiding in Him.

This Country, the Country of my human birth was all that I previously fought over. Now it shall find its place in answering for its ills before God. We have gone our own way though we took vow to live our lives for God’s Purpose instead we found the silver, bronze, wood and metal gods of man’s passions and pursued them in direct challenge to that which we knew would please God. We forsook faith and filled it with ambition and luck believing and telling our children to make their own destinies in their own image, power, reason and folly. We escaped wisdom and repelled into the canyons of idiocy, mediocrity and sin, feasting as we fell to depths never meant to see our measure. We forgot God and for that we ought be frightened as judgment rapidly nears.

The World is indwelled by wickedness of fallen spirit determined to dishonor God in its passing, fully aware that time’s passing will find them in the lake of fire. Powers, principalities and puppetries enslave as many humans as may be captured to join them in their self determination to fight against all things Godly. Religions, nationalities, cultures have collectively reviewed God’s Truth revealed to each of US and either chosen self or Sovereignty. For there are only two positions in this World for God and against. Those who fool themselves into passions believing themselves the next evolution in utopian man have simply blinded their own eyes to the Truth of God and now been turned over to darkened hearts and repugnance of their own corruption. This World will stand and kneel before God. It is my greatest blessing to stand behind or next to Him when that faithful day arrives. He is God and I am His Man.

Reaching for the sandalwood and cinnamon finding the fowl odiferous malignancy of humanhood gone so wrong. Melodious, putrefied embolism pock mark the face of reason tampering with character formation and delimiting time everlasting. A breath of crisp mountain air in mind I stumble through the broken bones and shards of man’s happenstance, confronted by stench, eyesore and social puss. Knowing well what looms in dark places I confine myself to gray. The world lurks.

Not cries but agony filled moans search the night for hearts conquered and squelched in merciless fear. Poverty and plenty mix producing the black market youth and pick pockets born to sell themselves in any manner possible survival simple purpose. Tenants of the forgotten, of no value to anyone but God and a weapon for kings to use against the prosperous in threatening their contrition. Eyes empty as the soul behind them peer at me praying somehow to free me from my scabbard and wishing for my cold cotton socks of shoes without hole. The delirium of men’s rotted fantasy found in impoverished children. How morally repugnant a man who would be found in confines improper to slake the call to temptation’s feast.

No counted children, no tears for the last breath of baby’s passing, no roster or health and welfare review but those who seek their capture. Hide them each Mother presumes, floor boards, attic or basement room especially the girls as these frumpish men take special care to make memories of their plunder. Of that which they are deprived by God they take making themselves feel the power of destruction having been denied creation’s gift of love. We look away from such, praying to forget or dull our senses to the existence of their ardor. What happy picnic may the masses find knowing that millions of children this very night will be sacrificed upon the altars of men’s call to anti gods. The refuse of one’s plight it is jettisoned with properly fragranced baggage to curbside.

What then do we feel is proper for God’s allowance to downtrodden, ragged or impoverished? Shall He ponder special exception for the poor used by the rich as play time asset? What they have been denied by leisurely life let them gain in grace, mercy and provision of stout heart of hope and wonder. What prescience the young woman possess telling her of life everlasting and rest found in a saving God? Shall the message poor to preached reach more deeply than suburban cradles mooring? Shall those of meager means be given a gift beyond comprehension in this life owing all to the next? What dreams a man may have who has nothing on plate or cupboard? What special strength of heart and courage given to the impoverished warrior fighting hard to reach the mountain where he may reside at the footsteps of his Lord. What reward is there in God’s placement in poverty if not the aspiration of escape whether in this life through social climbs or in the next by deliverance?

Asking that it be done. In tragedy there is pain leading to triumph and if you have the skill of writing for a Greek audience, comedy. None appreciate pain in the midst of joy as the sophist put it but those who would be fed by the attention paid their gloom. Twas dancing upon the sofa madly when sadly Santa up the chimney made it leaving nothing but fading dreams and the unresolved conflicts of a childhood promises unfulfilled. How dark and perpetual those things which dampen and darken the precious requiring a defense of pity, victimization and Hollywood humor bent upon raising the dead of days lest prosperous.

Where in the grasp of maturity do we find our lost hope better passion then believing upon the miracles of possibility? What crossroads and devils bedazzled must we folly to comprehend humor, delight and the gifts unrelenting, paid for by the love of someone simply watching, correcting and empowering this wonderful life. How tender the moment of our passing in reflection to make special each pain, victory or breath given to sustain the poor and forgotten. Reason ponders itself and folly supports a myriad of misunderstandings that tend to the entitled heart of a youth believing himself complex or simple. Where are the rules of compassion inked? Where is this dream painted upon rock or sand that we may demand of maker some ease of passing and prescient insight to tribulation? A player not the game. A dreamer not the author. An oversight of adoration in the respected products of God.

Looking East, not for morrow or signal of reduction in pain’s harbor, I North to find the answer to riddles lightly made that gather to my character the aspects most becoming. Delivered from the casual causality of marches and prefecture. Limelight wanders searching for the self facing moments of fame, glory and meism. This too passes as love calls a heart to fight for the battles worth plunder, a time worth investing a day worth the blood we would spend to its wonder. Flowers, trees bout our heads follow windows of morning writing a day that would herald the splendor and reward of tomorrow. Longing for the order select, the challenge direct and the wind swept corridors of GodSpeed I follow the light of night’s safety awaiting the calamitous day’s arrival. With laughter not of my own but provision from angels transfigured to deliver this saint from the depths of life’s grievance.

There’s work to do in the gloom and blue transferring power from one to two, into the nebulous dark I launch the search of fear’s penetration. Seek not the hopeless intolerant dwell voiced in the Fallen’s misgivings. The ship shall not sink nor sky fall nor harbor reject your mooring and dawn will delight after peaceful plaintiff night spent in the court of God’s listening. These are the days of Wonder, of tragedy and that overwhelming beacon guiding us into courageous laughter in the face of it. These are the sharpening trials of normalcy preparing each heart for the redeeming power of Grace and the opportunity to make miracles from the mud that surrounds. Befallen glum a place that would enslave us in madness and consistent discontent truly the fertile ground of yesteryear’s difficulty reaching into this day to steal delight. What then shall we answer this palsy? With what fortitude may we gaze upon possibility’s reason forgoing the evidence of failure’s promised? This is the universal glue that staples tomorrow to each glorious unfolding morn, the Love of Christ for each of us born again to live in joy without care for loss. This is the Good Stuff in the box of calamity. This is Love.

Since the beginning of time there have been the ambitious few, the determined, the committed in holding power over everything. Alexander wept at an early age for he could see no more lands worth the conquer. Man as a specie has arrived at the nexus to which all roads lead anticipating influences who now perceive control of the entire globe and its atmosphere within realistic grasp. No longer are they fighting for the highlands or hollow, for sheep grazing or open range but for absolute control of every thing, place, animal, plant and person. Greed has capture the imagination of every well to do tyrant in thinking themselves the heir apparent to the title deed of Earth. They act as if they will run it in egalitarian fashion as a humanitarian entity while they clamor beat each other to the throne promised by the angel of light deceptively, for he never intended to share that seat with anyone. The Worst of it is he knows time is short that as we all converge upon Rome as all roads lead Christ’s return for Rightful Reign will put an end to all their machinations, leaving them ripe for righteous Judgment.

Yet the scheme, plan, work their espionage arts of betrayal and deception truly believing each of themselves next in line for the Emperor’s Crown. The Crown of Earth, reserved for no man but the God Man, Jesus Christ the Lord. At this very moment they have divided up lands, waters, minerals, infrastructure and slaves in service to their self absorption. To them nothing will be right until it all falls under their guidance or demand. What then will this world appear according to their vision. The dream of information technology utopia allowing an escape from the constraint of God’s Temporary existence called lifetime. They will regenerate, gene engineer or build the replacement body parts necessary to prolonging human life indefinitely, yet in the process they will lose all that made each of us human our reflection to God the Father. We will be gifted travel and function according to our slave and authorized passage within our own smart city district never to pass beyond station or lack of privilege. The delicacies and grand pleasures of God’s Creation will be walled off to the slave and made privy to the Kings and Queens and Dukes of Empire. They will own all, control all and use all for their gratification and see nothing at all wrong with that idea.

Yet, They always forget God. God’s Promise, clean, righteous and true and now are facing contention to their arrogant expectations. God is turning the tables on them and slowly but surely their roots ware being extracted from the foundation of the buildings of man’s history, their claws pulled from their succubus syphon released from venous passage. They owned US cleverly through the Roman Legal process of Corporate Personhood, enslaving US as meat to pay debt to foreign banks by assigning us a Corporate Persona through the Courts of Admiralty, a fictitious person assigned a debt number by birth certificate to serve as a slave to pay the debts to these foreign lenders. The Romans knew that if the Corporation whether it be City, State or Business is the true immortal and should be assigned the Human Rights in order to control all lands, earnings and inheritance to each mortal as they expire, leaving all wealth to the Company as the Romans, Brits and Germans knew would keep the money in the family forever.

But God, Sent warriors. We don’t know how many for they are attacking through stealth observing the provision and protection of their Sovereign God to interrupt, scramble or completely sell to chaos each arrogant plan that the rich have set to motion. First was to bankrupt the USA Corporation and dissolve it leaving no assets to pay foreign debt and thereby setting captives free from debt service by Corporation Personhood. This shocked the millennia old banking families as they could see the finish line and never once perceived defeat especially at the hand of God through fervent prayer of righteous Men and Women. our Faith pleased God and as He promised and always delivers on promises He heard our prayers and intervened to give US a chance at revival. We have been set free but what comes next is even greater miracle.

Now Gesara and Nesara are being launched into motion. These economic plans one global the other national will reset the world’s financial system extracting the satanic Rothschild Banking families from World ownership in lending and war funding. The extraction of their fingers from the throat of each living man, woman or child will further transform the world to a set of free nations. Let US not be fooled, God’s Tribulation will come, the Anti Christ will soon rise but this will give the Saints preparation time for harvest of souls and allow the world the opportunity to accept the offer of God’s Grace before being enslaved by the minions of the fallen. Resetting the worlds currency to a Gold Standard will once even the playing field and restrict the corruption that has poisoned the world’s output and wealth. Additionally this will allow two entities to be jettisoned from American shores and politics; The Federal Reserve Banking System and the United Nations both which serve the lusts of Empire. Being set free from Centuries of slavery will provide a virgin road opportunity but it must be prayed for, planned and diligently travelled if the world is to escape the same old captivity of our previous jailors. It will require a transformation of the heart and mind to a vigilance and stewardship we previously relegated to automatic Pilot.

What then. Well First God. For in re establishing the nation which He had given US, a nation that we had gladly dedicated to His Name but failed to preserve, we must consider God’s direction, intention and supreme guidance. Nothing may be done to fulfill the broad unending lusts of men but to fulfill God’s Purpose for this planet otherwise we are just as those who enslaved US, driven by desire. Perhaps it is time for the Second Convention of Men and Women to plan and set into motion our Second Declaration of Independence from our failed state that we may stand up new Government specifically redesigned to meet the needs of We the People defining, avoiding, filling or eradicating the loopholes in our previous founding that we used to bring down the States. We must be smarter than we’ve ever been, with more humility of purpose and dedication to God’s direction than we ever thought possible. Plainly, we must be transformed in order for the nation to be changed for good. Without out own transformation this nation shall follow the same well defined ruts of our historic wagons and end at similar destination. Nothing different happens following the same old road in the same old wagon with the same old attitude of laziness and self actualization. We are given the pregnant moment and the desire to do right, I pray that it is in God’s Will to let arrive as victors.

Now we are pleased to review the effect of the Insurrection Act, having been declared somewhere immediately following the Military’s live monitoring online of the U.S. Presidential Election on November 3, 2020. Trump had already set in motion the military review and control of investigation into the potential election theft and upon the eye witness of the stolen election the Military almost demanded that the President must declare this act. Being prompted to declare this act as Commander in Chief the President notified the Military of its declaration which in short does the following; “The Insurrection Act of 1807 is a United States federal law that empowers the President of the United States to deploy U.S. military and federalized National Guard troops within the United States in particular circumstances, such as to suppress civil disorder, insurrection, or rebellion.” According to Wikipedia. The President took steps to secure the White House by the military and gave the Nuclear Codes to the Pentagon for proper safe keeping while the “Soft Coup” of a stolen election ensued. What this meant for the American People is that our Country is once again facing its greatest challenge in history with a dedicated reserve of Patriots determined to preserve our freedom at all cost. Apparently the President and Military faithful considering all paths forward, considering the pandemic and violent uprising by mercenaries apparently created for the purpose of Coup, decided that the best way forward is to allow the FAKE ADMINISTRATION to play their cards revealing all involved. So, they have allowed arguably the worst six months of leadership in the Executive Branch of the United States Government to continue for the sake of all the World seeing How Wicked they have always been.

There only tools are; fear, obfuscation, lies and misdirection of their Corporate Partnership with Empire and the Foreign Controlled and owned Media. They have tried their darndest to utilize what rivals a flu outbreak to lockdown, restrict and remove Rights, Means of survival and capture supply lines through Covid Fear. However, as their arrogance never entertains defeat they have forgotten the will of the American People when reminded of their kinship to God. This nation not being born of cowardly material is now Awakening to the necessary stand in order to defend the treasures of Freedom of Worship, Speech and pursuits of happiness. We are at the convergence of these roads which we always knew would lead to Rome, the Empire that Killed the Messiah, raised Jerusalem to the Ground and usurped the Christian Faith to conquer and maintain the bulk of the known world for thousands of years. What is to become of them and their “year of Ambition” as the UN Global Compact Calls 2021? Well, we know what the Bible says is quickly coming to pass. But there is something new here, a delay, a reprisal a parchment upon which America’s future has yet to be written. We have been given a pregnant moment in which to transform this nation through Prayer an surrender to God that He may heal it before the inevitable transpires and we enter tribulation. In review of these episodes, enactments, transpired events and anointed warriors for God we have by Faith to assume that this nation shall be healed as a miracle for our times for all to remember. What will America look like in the coming years. Well it is certain that they only way America will be here in the coming year is our continued reliance upon God for deliverance. Only within God’s answered Prayer may America be healed, transformed and revived to rewrite the last annals of our history. All Roads have always led to Rome as the Empire is that same body that sets up the Throne for their Anti Christ. We know what is coming but the small part that remains hidden is how we get there from where we presently reside. I pray it is through passionate revival, healing and rebirth through God’s Grace for this nation and all the world’s People. In Jesus Holy Name.

There are few words armed with that pregnant and peculiar innate capacity for interpretation. This fine word is one of those distinct vehicles of speech that may regard a broad spectrum for power of modification yet is defined by a simple word, “enough”. Using that one word to define this word immediately acknowledges and alerts each user that this word may in deed have a different meaning to each human being. For who is it that established what enough is but each person confronted with the idea of adequacy? Additionally, sufficiency may be referring to supply, demand, current, currency or pressure rendering definition or interpretation infinite to scope.

Is it perhaps God’s intention to provide a description of relationship with Him in eternal perspective? This becomes entirely complicated when we begin to review the trials in each of our lives as Sufficient. What pressure is necessary to transform coal to diamond? What heat is required to remove dross from precious metal? What amount of supply with ever be enough to provide for someone without faith or hope? How can sufficient be defined enough when the mouth that is seeking its usage has insatiable appetite or no belief in the provision or Promises of God? How does each of us bridge the gap that may never be crossed? This word forces us to accept that there are things beyond our definition and scope, things for which the sufficiency of completion is beyond our imagination or control.

I don’t know how much sin Christ consumed upon the Cross to defeat both it and death forever? The short of it is simply all of it. How can we know how much that was? We cannot for He consumed not only the passed sin but each future iteration before they have occurred, describable only as sufficient. I don’t know the value of the Sovereign Lord’s only Son, so I don’t know the value of the price that was paid to demonstrate God’s Love for mankind. All I know is that it was beyond Sufficient. How can something be sufficient and beyond sufficient at the same time? There in lay the struggle of man’s description or definition of God. We are using the limited understanding of worldly interpretation, imagination and vocabulary to describe something for which our talents and words are inadequate. So at heart I must take caution when using words like Sufficient for in their infinite capacity of definition I am a finite user, never fully adequate to its definition or usage. Therefore I am insufficient in its mastery.

Perhaps that is why this life is insufficient to gaining entry to the Pearly Gates? By its nature it is finite where the word sufficient automatically launches the parameters of speech into the realm of infinite possibility. That is why our own works are insufficient and only through Christ may we find path to the Father and eternal life as He alone is sufficient in all things.

You demand I trust yet give me facts, behavior and indications that I should be extremely suspicious of your intentions. Repeatedly, you ignore go around or continue to encroach upon the healthy boundaries in my life and balk when reminded of the ignored social signals you were sent along the path. As if practicing beginner’s hypnosis you rebuke me for being self-protective even though everything inside me tells me to walk cautious. Yet, after all of this when I have never failed to express clearly these apprehensions you continue to want from me complete access, unconditional care and love and claim I am somehow less than friendly in dodging our conversations. What may be said to someone with this track record except, “You refuse to listen and until you do nothing on my part will change except the distance between us”.

The newest tactic is the emergency appeal. Everything has suddenly become an emergency. I must ignore the previous position I have taken and suddenly devote all my time, love, care and attention to resolving your most pressing emotional crisis or disaster. The uncanny thing is all of your issues are identical. You taking a position you viewed as 100% correct because it was your thinking have violated someone else’s rules or social norms and suddenly are confronted with the fact that another person has determined they wish to limit interaction. You continue to expect some apology from this new person and never once see the repetitive nature of your conundrum. In fact with myself it is always me who must apologize in order to continue a relationship, but I must admit this is at best tiresome.

The largest part of the dilemma is that if you would let go of expectation of things progressing, YOUR WAY providing results that allow you the position of control in every relationship you actually would have some pretty good friendships. Here’s the rub, I love you, appreciate you, but cannot allow our relationship to follow your rules of engagement and will even step out of contact to make that clearly understood. So you have some choices to make. Either have it your way and lose a friend you obviously want and I lose the benefit of someone with a good heart or give up your standard operating procedure and let things progress naturally and see what happens. I may be something that turns out to be the best friendship in your life. Would you rather strangle it right now and be assured of ending it or give way to natural progression and prayer and see what occurs.

I pray that you give your fear of it turning against you over to God. The tighter controls you employ to have it go your way the more quickly things dissolve into a battle of wills where you end up losing out. I pray that you take my advice and let people be who they are and let them know you want them in your life, giving them the power to takes things to the next level because your way ends up in identical crisis at which point your contact me with an emergency.

Which is it, Reginald? My old sob story perfected in allegory or perhaps a turgid tale of ruffian magic propped up with Bubonic rhetoric of certain damnation and an unlikely salvation? Well, it beats the sheets of my memory, Lord, Baron, but I seem to recall you’ve recording nothing at all and something is better than scant left of zero. So be a hero and pick up that quill dobbed propper and let’s see if you can remember how to spell, put sentences together and finish a project. Only then shall we venture its value.

Blighted I lowered beak, furled brow and with hawkish set to my acidic rebuke I lasered the poor chap into the afterlife with my best laid stare. “That’ll learn ya”, to quote my Kentucky faithful. The nerve of some lads who never had a raven’s idea of the power and predicate in well shaped prose of fanciful thinking. While off blinking at the sun’s brilliance they think themselves professors of light, knowing not of wave, packet or plasma. Seems more likely to venture a heliotrope’s vermillion envy then to expect revelation from ignorance.

With that the point needed addressing. What is the desired or expected outcome when some have no concept and many have reflected for days on end about nothing? What thoughts drift into this realm when no power has been engaged to thinking? Shall problems delight in their ability for self-service and wars be won simply by employing the daft wisdom of laziness and folly, having dreamt from nothing, about something without any form or fashion made of vacuum and night?

The ponder is the chase. The thinking the long slow wade into the pool of idea, as gator drops deeply into nether end finding the near slumber fancy of drifting bubbles the origin of well formed principle. What thoughts buffet me in the waves as I swish my tail to disturb mud disguising my presence from prey? I first remember the comfortable taste of butter then slowly allow vision to form the slow roaster pheasant and fresh baked bread it will be mercifully poured over. Those are the gleeful, well minded footprints of a man who knows his way to the birthplace of ideal. Savoring the gravy, well dollaped I soak my mindful biscuits marmalade and travel abroad in the ruddy nations of mental topography seeking sands, lakes and mountain born of imagination.

My aid forgotten blue skies of eagle and sparrow welcome my fresh laundered trouser of linen and shirt’s cotton. I tip the brim of my summer’s shade to welcome buzzing bee and prowling lion as the range takes shape and the heat of mid day bring perspiration tumbling its way down each temple. I rest into the carriages green leather seats minding my knickknacks there is nothing to puncture the leisure of my serene pleasure in viewing the splendiferous production of the mind’s eye. I am one with surrounding not mantra but in resemblance and practiced wizardry of Quill’s fodder. Pursuant to emancipation from the weighty organization of mental baggage my eyes seek the repository, the foundation for tales origination. What valley, what city or barrack pristine shall center focus of words meant to capture but this glorious peak in crystalline sky? Yes it shall be upon the mountain this story unfolds for in its majesty is held possibility, promise and arduous trail worthy of remembering.

Before the King nothing Hidden I release everything for inspection And forgiving Hope, Ordained By Sovereign Authority and Grace To any man willing to stand Humble in Contrition, Repentance and Faith Before the Throne of Almighty God Proclaiming Jesus Christ is Lord We Found Life

Love’s Longing For hearts not filled with sand that understand Life and its abundance is its own meaning Having Lived and Loved others to the edification of self, Together against the sands of Time with a Hope Born of Promise

What God has made let Him transform Perhaps tis nice to be so warm Prayerful nights held in his stare Him grateful still for your being there To God he looks for faith in hope Not to his wife, king or to Pope In Word he’s filled by God’s Grace Bring a thousand smiles to your face.

In Grace received relief of impenetrable fear and utter dominion to those fallen from His smiling warmth. Never having been alone the realization of acceptance turns despair to days spent in the house of benevolence and patience. Peace impermanent quenched from the sable driven, washed, forgotten by Spirit knowing the Truth in Abiding. Released to bathe among the stars and wash in the daydreams of true power in its adoration of life for the sake of reminding us its origin. Totally, unequivocally forgiven having been set apart by a blood so Strong and Pure that it removes even the memory of ill leaving us once again in innocence.

A Call, Clarion beyond the quenching noise and mumblings of a world directing men to Mouth of Chaos. For so long have you been separated that now your sour arrogance seems sweet and the voice of Elders having forgotten law and righteousness, willingly lead to Destruction’s Embrace waiting. Silence of mind and temper not known and meditation upon the brilliance of Sovereign Direction ignored we are left to our own merciless pursuit of conquest, war and forgotten peace. Tis time, no beyond moments gained to stop our eager onslaught of a world set aside and approach Grace in the only manner it may be received with humility of purpose and timely understanding of eternity.

We have promised ourselves safety, peace and a plucking from the fires to which our children are fed as kindling. Impervious to the wisdom of our ancestral folly we march with Abandon into the unprotected lands of consuming, unquenchable flame. We seek immolation found in our self loathing running petulant from the Greatest of Love’s offerings, innocence in God. Prophets holler, Pastors pretend and oracles find fancy in golden earrings lain before their opulence as pretext for filthy rubric. Delusion fashioned of immoral wanderings lay loam for the rumblings now heard distant from Heaven’s failure to contain God’s Wrath. We lay sacrifice and offering when obedience and faith alone are salve for God’s Madness caste righteously upon humanity unlistening.

Gone are the suppositions and sanctuaries pre-told by laboring mouths of morons, mockers caught in self worship and violators of God’s Holy Warning to never misuse the Call. We are bound for a hell we were never expected venture a conquered realm designed eternal penitentiary for the Fallen, now everlasting home of those who could not see salvation plainly as the rock of stumbling struck their toes repeatedly. We are left to follow madmen, honored by fools, chasing barron’s promised by deception as lemmings or pigs to the lake’s depth, plunged to darkness and eternal fire by spirit’s repeated dissemble. What promise lay beyond that which God can offer? None shall be found only heartache in a lava bath beyond the Hall’s of God’s Free offer in forgiveness and Hope. For choice we follow nightmare, for plunder we embrace the murderous whispers of the dark, for fear of shadow we turn from the healing power of light, into the void we set ourselves prisoner.

What then of men who now warn you with parched throats and bulging forearms pulling with all their might to turn the boat about? Shall their warning be humbly dismissed in Naught’s Perilous night of lustful quest to escape the Truth, replaced in Mind’s palsy and recalcitrant prayer? Shall the reprobate suddenly adhere to caution and reason’s thundering siren, pleading, pitching, clutching for hand or hair to pull you back from abysmal shame? With abandon driven by God’s Holy Love for all they throw themselves across levies path in hope that stumbling breaks leg or ankle, forcing retreat. But it is not simply the body that obeys the shadow’s call but the vacant heart filled with self defined nirvana, rainbow bridges and snuffed candles bereft of spark or fuel. Irony’s laughter shall be the last sound as darkness consumed in eternal flame welcomes them to everlasting onslaught.

Primitive republic or Diplomatic aristocracy all may say they see before them a “Democracy”. For in Democratic hands the decision making is distributed between members of the society, in some to the able bodied not facing the bonds of slavery in others the oligarchs making rules, pulling the reigns of wealth to make choices for all as pawns of their power. Tis rare this things we hover bout. This Constitutional Prize taking wholly into account the detriment of the minority as a more heavily weighted measure in voting. For if tyrants make decisions within a Democracy it still remains true to name yet not all fair to the same delight and blessing. This is why we rejoice today for this is not a simple Democracy that we behold before King and President buy into the complex thinking of those who would never governed by Kings, Tyrants and Oligarchs but by God Himself. This is a Constitutional Republic where power resides in the people not the wealthy officer or king. This is America.

Yes we have forgotten the arduous requirement of maintenance bestowed upon each generation. For as the roof begins to leak over useful years, walls rot and foundations crumble so are the effects of time and withering. The requirement having said knowledge instructs each generation to the perpetual building of the Country that would remain Free before God and Man. Perhaps it is the deception crawl of serpent that lures to our self fed fate or maybe the requirement of Faith to please God. Whichever this incumbent responsibility ignored quickly brings down Republic to Oligarchy to Democracy in tyranny to Police State. Standing at the window this glorious view of the Purple Mountain Majesty and waving amber fields of grain we are brought the Duty of Remembrance to our King the Lord God Himself, that we shall encourage the lowest of members to understand and vote for Freedom, to tend the crop of Liberty that generation upon generation may breed in confidence and Breathe Free. Never again we say. Never again forget the blessings of God upon this nation in lazily passing the responsibility for its continued viability on to the man or woman next to me. This is my Republic, whose King is God and it is my responsibility before God to stand upon the Rock of Ages and defend our Gift of Freedom.

What then of celebration? Shall we look to mortuary and remember the fallen? Perhaps another day but not this time. This moment in time is for Abundant Joy of Life Given US by the Lord Jesus Christ as the true meaning of this lifetime. To ponder the smiles of our children, the Love of Wife or husband and the Unity that bonds each of US through God to the Free Land He Gave U.S. To look to the skies of today dreaming of tomorrow born in pursuit of happiness and liberty not at the expense of our Brother but with intent of His prosperity right next to my own. To dream of a Family born to live in Freedom or die together by God’s Will if we do not continue its defenses. This is the moment to look upon the bombs of celebration as symbol of those found in war that destroy, kill and break down. These bombs and flashes set aflame to kindle the hope, courage and joy found only in our continued national health and gratefulness to God. It is once again time to remember and dream. Remember what it takes to remain free and the blessings of our Liberty, how priceless the smile of my Children born in freedom and to dream God continued hand of Promised Blessing upon her for walking circumspect before Him following His Law and living righteous before one another beneath God’s Smiling Countenance.