Even the love I have for Him came from His Hand. Without the creation of this heart, mind, soul, Spirit and strength, I could not love Him as I do. Without showing me the purpose, strength, elasticity and depth of love itself, I would not know the first step in loving anyone, including myself. Without loving me when I was unworthy of attention, never mind love, He demonstrated to me the ideal that Love has no conditions and it blossoms to its ripest tones when given at that moment of disfavor or disobedience. Without His firm hand of Loving discipline within my life I never would have transformed from the hopeless carnal character I had consoled myself to destiny. Without the creation of Love I would be alone without cause, purpose, safety, solace or accord.

This life is simple for me, I just continue to walk that direction. The direction of the light that shines ahead telling me, bidding me remain on the skinny path. Even when I fall from the stonepads of the pathway, I am either gently helped back up or forced back to him by the pressures of this drastic, evil, powerful character group that have been designed for that purpose. I eat food that I bought with the money He gave my by either using the back He gave me or the brain that He gave me to earn it. I wash it down with the water He invented to quench my terrible thirst that He put in my making to tell me when my body required liquid. I don’t want to do disservice to this ideal by belaboring the point.

All that I am is easy to be because He made me what I am. I am not using that as an excuse rather as a Praise because you know what although, I tire of this world’s frailty, mortality and consistent departure from the love of God, I do so enjoy the life that He has given to me. Breathing is a blessing, watching butterflies, kids, rockets, games and science is an astounding experience. Smelling barbecue, lillies, grass, wheat and the smelly dog, remind me of days when I really felt loved by all. The tastes of snowy winter and the bite of cold upon my neck and fingers taught me to prepare and hope for spring. These are the days for which I was intended to stare into the promised future offered by Almighty God, resound and confirmed in the Love I have for Him that always brings me right back to the foot of His Throne. I love you for loving me Lord, without which I would have never known.

The say, a peculiar adjustment to the song that I always sing. Charm spectrum’s muse interrupted in the questions that you must bring. A day in between the measures waiting for syncopation of every beat. Once I believed in midnight, until I landed squarely at your feet. Now I just wait and wander with a dry mouth filled with why? Dance in the dust of skeptics a lullaby to the sky.

What is the rarity precious that causes the tears to fall? Done in the dew of morning a cheek and lip waterfall. Tiny little eyes so taming cancelled my extended youth. Born of the word of justice and the clearly expectant truth. Pregnant as the eighth month ponders each cramp a demanding sign. Gone are the lovers quarrels and the willingness to run or resign.

This is the ground for standing as if the journey be decided here. Standing with shield and buckler disaffected or mediated by the fear. Loss is the only measure of the Love we have let pass us bye. Gone for the ego’s pleasure never stopping to inquire why? This is the storm of glory and the shaking of the heavenly realm. Lost in the plunging surface is the sleeping God at the helm.

Starlit whispers ever-present as we beckon coming sleep. Into the depths and fathoms the sirens shall never creep. Wife to the King of Heaven she stands testimony of relentless hope. The captain searches the tomes of direction but finds it beyond his scope. The wings of dominion extended for the Glory of God Appearing. All those who love that moment lay asleep dreaming of cheering.

While rest is the passions potent to work the residing calm. The Magi came across the desert to sing that beloved psalm. To a baby we are given service to the king come to Earthly heart. He knew that we stood not knowing that He would save us from the start. All to the end’s beginning dynamic sparks and fine displays. As if glory bids us find our capture in the midst of mighty maze.

But seeing is believing and believing is better yet. The gift that keeps on giving reciprocal of perpetual bet. Long to know forever for now it is hidden by time. Like the love that I have for God enshrouded within this rhyme. Dance as if it’s the gift you’d give him and sing at the top of your voice. Thankful now and forever for the opportunity to make that choice.

No places, no time for serenity and comfort. No Peace but that which is delivered in exchange for cares and worries. No day but today, no face but the real one, no armor but God’s. Freed from hunger and thirst for mortal instinct but for Glory’s tasteful righteousness wrapped in a dominant Word so appealing, given in request with wisdom, courage and bridles busting faith.  To plow, shoulders now, HEAVE! Of one Accord, PUSH!, With one Voice, SING!, ,praises to the King of our Calling.

Charmed by the eloquence of a quiet voice not asking, not bidding, but reminding me of what I want to do, what I was meant to do, all that matters. In service to a dream, not the fanciful parades of imaginary sequence, but the quiet directions of slumber leading, directing, providing, engaging all cylinders set to flaming fire. Dark subjects fade into mist the mist of this temporary existence, as the seed begins to sprout a Spirit filled creature unbeknownst but akin to that mortal beginning.  Time to transform, in this chrysalis,  This life disguised as the entire package but nothing but a tapestry setting stages. We dance and believe that joy is real, having provoked ourselves to happiness, imagining the end of this is in fact some destination. Further and further from Truth. This is seedville, the crop, a new person, meant to kneel in the presence of glory, born of the transition between finite and fiction. The real of what the myth should build.

This is not a test but preparation for a meeting with the reality of God’s Faithful Promise and Resolve. A shelter, a sham, a perfectly designed habitat through which a man either sprouts and becomes the next thing or dwindles to feed the carbon remnants of the processes. What we shall become only the Lord knows, and the timing kept hidden as we would casually approach that which requires alacrity,  commitment and perhaps a measure of terror’s quickening. This mortal frame is the seed of that flourished engagement to harvest’s horizon. What then does a seed have in repair to deliver such outcome? Response and participation.

Being is our duty, I AM our God, Life its own outcome, having either chosen to blossom or retreat to the fires of Creation’s waste and memories of failed decision. This is nothing, nada, nowhere but the inside of a birthing chamber awaiting recreation for eternity spent with Almighty God we hardly understand and cannot wait to Know. In Jesus’ Name.

Monocotyledon, Dicotyledon,  Zygotes, all of them reference to plant seeds. Time bombs of existence waiting for a prescribed moment to separate, reproduce and sprout for their encoded life into a world of mortality. Whispered and directed by God for a single purpose to interact with this created world and produce and specific singular or set of outcomes. To continue in existence, repeatedly to flourish and produce some manner of shade, fruit, food, covering, symbiosis and then perish to return a chemical measure of that recipe that created life to the soil for recycle. Do they question that purpose when bursting forth, a pear not wishing to be such but instead demanding to be converted to apple? No, this is something retained specifically for humans as a measure of their free will to determine either complicity, congruence and agreement with God or rebellion.

What is the power of a seed that it is the essential provision of each disciple? A seed planted in random soil, hoping for a certain set of circumstances based upon the soil’s comport to produce a glorious result determined only by God. We must look to the simple to confound the complex. A seed meets its purpose or fails, never wavering from that genetic engineering to by choice divert from that original intent. It is a gift and perhaps curse for man to make the decision to fight against the Lord’s intention for Life planted with the “SEED”, Sperm, and subsequent “FETUS” BABY. To mess with rearrange or determine outcomes or change the specific intentions of God for that seed is anathema to His Sovereignty. If you believe that you are just doing you, well think again, you have begun the war with God that shall not end pleasantly for you, even if it provides some short-term, sinful, sensory activation.

We did not make the seed, we do not encode the seed with its purpose, we do not trigger the seed to separate, divide, germinate or prosper.  We simply follow God’s rules for creation and provide water, fertilization and maintenance of the seed as it does what God programmed it to do, as any good steward would.  I cannot determine the quality of your soil, I cannot break up the hard ground or enrich the vitamins that may be missing from that soil to provide for solid, healthy Growth.  I cannot force a seed to sprout, but through patient care may be able to provide the environment and support for a seed to flourish in completion of its programming from God. My job is plant the seed and tend it. That being said, the Lord Jesus Christ came into this world to redeem us to God himself. God cannot be near sin and each of us having that sin in our lives must be cleansed of that unrighteousness prior to being in His presence. Christ provided the means for this eternal cleansing, by shedding His life to pay for the debt that all men owe, the debt of that sin which is death. He paid the death that we cannot pay if we are to live eternally, Being Born Again into that eternity through the price paid on that day He died voluntarily upon that Cross. We have but to confess this understanding, seeing our sin and the seed of His Eternality is placed within our hearts to sprout anew a life beyond our current mortal existence. That seed sealed by the indwelling of God’s Holy Spirit, transforms us into a new planting, new fruit, new man. This is the evolution that all men seek yet they somehow have been fooled to believe that there is any other purpose but that which God has given each seed. There is only one purpose within Creation and that is God’s Intent. Beyond it there is no hope, without it there is no life. Accept the seed of the Gospel of Good News that I am placing into your soil this day that God may in His perfect timing and intention make it sprout to produce a crop a thousand fold for the Glory of His Perfect Planning.

I pray for that seed to be tended in growth that it may transform you from simple mortality into the eternal person He originally intended that will never shine forth without this new planting, pruning and replenishing. In Jesus’ Holy Name.

May I give it voice? This thing that moans and groans as if pinned between cart and horse? Is it right to scream of frustrated tragedy or must silence control the teeth biting through tongue to resist exhalation? Where is the anger when a joyous row of teeth smile candidly through the wounded lips and tongue. What wonders lay beyond this level of comprehension that I might find solace in patient understanding and wisdom’s promise? How may a man so stricken with limited learning grasp the concept of planned obsolescence and upgraded internal aptitude? How appended the abridgment when time constrains the present pain with expected relief?

There are coming storms that will make the daydreams and nightmare of yesterday’s disaster seem quixotic and serene. Snares of vast orbital gravity shall encompass mankind in prisons too strong for exit, leaving the lashed exhausted in helpless expectation. How challenging to remember they are volunteered and no man bid entry without cause? This is abomination, that the rested, arrogant and wise find themselves captive to a cause they never asked to enter but find themselves firmly grasped within. For there is no surety and fairness in the realms of war. No promised or reasonable expectation for being treated with care or kindness or anger, despair and torture. For all things are possible in the tolerable spectrum of relative probability.  The only certain components, time and finite qualifications for passage based upon utterance and request of quarter.

They team now against the inevitable frailty of their arguments, knowing as barrister that case be lost on fact or evidence so brilliant table pounding and passion the only ploy. This Judge offers no submissions, no motions, no advocates, no witness, no defense, only the pure rhetoric and fact of visual audience and action. The actual crimes reviewed as a product of memory sealing the guilty with absolute fairness in culpability. The judgement each time being swift, fair, equal and indisputable, Death and separation from God for eternity, roiling in the ashen nightmare of molten fire and darkness reserved for Angels alone, but shared through volunteer request for participation of unrequited man.

Does it matter now the man that each foresees or recalls? Is this construct this script determining factor in that horrific escapade of certain judgment? Well, yes but not the quality of travail but the humility of character responding to parley and offered release. Most will simply ignore for unjust, unsound determination that it simply be nonsense. Many will fail to accept the gift for logic’s siren and surety that another way must exist. And some will simply deny that they ever belonged within the realms of creation, somehow thinking themselves beyond its reached or lawful prudence. But most the tearful most will simply fail to make answer in allotted time, thinking to themselves that they must have at least one day left to live for themselves. In this tragedy finds definition.

Why then shall we ponder the pain of missed appointments or unheeded recommendation? For each man knows the same material, holds the key, the directions, the exact same grace before his face, to grasp or turn away.  This tarry is mine alone for it is joyous pain of promised coming and suffering aligned with Christ. A gift in preparation for eternal registration and welcome to lasting allegiance. They enjoy or seek to suck the last fat from bony marrow, whilst we hold on to what we’ve got in courage and faithful understanding, not knowing dates but seasons. Not knowing circumstances but reasons and suffering brightly, hoping as God sees to speak the Name of Jesus as Heaven’s Gate emerges in the cloudless sky. May He know us upon arrival or our delivery to His burnished feet. For this joy I hold my cry, my burden, my painful resistance in the courageous comprehension that it is finished, for all time.

In Jesus’ Mighty Name.

As they twirl about my head the thoughts no longer trouble but seek to coalesce. No trouble sleeping, breathing easy the dreams of slumber’s unmasking. Whether nonsense or real the images projected across my resting mind clarify the drivel in the mist. Realizing the power in shades, honoring light as they do, some make better camo than others. The degradation of excuse’s option leaves me naked to the cold, burning imprint of Reality’s centrifuge. I am lain bare.

Unforgotten rarity of moments from which peace may prosper. Downside to resisted war that resolution marries self-control and devotion to compromise’s co-opted influences. Where then shall I park this vehicle of hate that is so tremendously productive in misery’s cause. Shant God allow me to resemble that which has fallen and rides among us, shotgun? These are not dreams but putrefied nightmares frozen plasma into the glossary of fate’s trauma. Gone are the rotten things of wanton desire, passing for noble dreams, replaced only by Glory’s Grandeur. Ah, rest and fealty a mixture made from organic life resting on conservative reason.

They want to know all answer, when even part shall split asunder the atom’s glued together. Wisdom is not key to the entire universe but rational in appetites for knowledge, gloom and pleasure. A skeptic measure of the content reserved for man’s understanding. Day’s undertaken without shield to tympani or chalice are best spent in resolve, restored and replenished in fearful contemplation. Is this a Spring moment for answers to flourish and ripen in the sunshine of rounded epiphany? Or the tawdry, tiresome testimonies of winter’s promise to keep silent the treasures of mourning? What lay before us in star’s proximity? The leisure of universal compromise or the treasured pleasure of expanding nebulae? How far does the sun’s eye see?

They reach back to times before recording or habits brushed from the memory of night. Into complex kits of sanction and ceremony the march about bedraggled in the shiny black of the satin dew. Parading forth oblivious to Portal’s Eye upon them containing courage to feed the cold vacuum of fright’s compression upon the once unscuffable  hypocrisy of Pride’s Certain Service. The tapestry frayed upon inspection has been disassembled to colored yarn unwinding the story of its making. Into space no scream has been uttered for lack of voice, or mouth, or string to sound caution to wind unbroken. They lay dormant as this mind reflecting the images of dream, given to a soldier awaiting battle, the knowledge of a return home to the glory of God’s thankfulness and anticipated delight.

Father in the searing, soul pain of immolation forgive me if I wince and grit my teeth, murmuring. It seems that there will be a point at which this becomes beyond bearable but joyous in the knowledge of its cleansing authority. This however, is the time of my regretful, spiritual infancy. Lord, I never realized how far I was separated from the destination of this questing. For this is about purity, holiness and moment when I may be found in standing acceptable to the King’s Guard in review. Is it because I have so little understanding of your Righteousness? Is that the seeming trillion, light year journey from me to you, in that I am so undistinguished, poisoned and impure that it is impossible for man to cross that crevasse that separates man from Maker?

I will sit here Lord and pray that at some point I am removed from this conforming flame, not to escape but because it has completed its work in my preparation. It consumes, devours, reforms, cleanses and threatens at even the resistant power of my grip upon everything Earthly. And when I let go, opening my desperate clutch upon life ideas melt into the flux of nonexistence, even the tarnished memories and glib moments of sensory input are reformed, deleting memory and choice. This is the pain of rebirth, shredded by raging wind of furious fire that burns in cauterization of human wound, healing as it passes, stripping all not treasured by God.

I am so simple, in my understanding and wanton measure. No grand quests left seeking mark or pleasure. In the dream I see service in camaraderie to the King. No medals born in victories cheer as heaven’s glory beckons near, a whisper with the force of trumpet’s port, not the sort of man’s making, but of plans measured in eon. Can you see me on that burnished hill, having never ascended but descended into the recalling of all that went astray, left with awe and linen to display? What day is such that we portend that every wound and illness mend, leaving scar not forgotten but freed from sin and smell of rotten. Sitting in the forging fires not the flames fueling pyres upon a mountain shame in passing but the rekindling of a Spirit shorn from the sheep and shepherds horn. To leave this World and Be Reborn.

My heart broke for a young Christian the other day, persecuting himself for continuance of sin. How awful it must be to be in that position, believing that you have been set free from sin but still finding within yourself the same elements and actions of antiquity. This is a misunderstanding of Grace and the Hope that we have been promised. Additionally, this is the same old teaching of self improvement offered by the world in its “works” dominated selection of religion by performance. We do not earn our way to heaven. We do not deserve to go to heaven. And we do not complete the work here but rather surrender to God’s wonderful perfect craftsmanship through the process of sanctification by walking with Him in this crucible of life.

Paul, one of the most devout characters of the Bible was in his previous life, before transformation a man who sought out and punished, jailed or killed Christians. Yet, Paul understanding the nature of Grace never condemned himself for the sins he committed realizing that the act of Judgment is God’s alone in Christ Jesus.  Paul though did cry out to God regarding this continuance of sin and found that it is inherent this body that has not yet been purified and still remains the flesh from which we sought original release. That makes sense though, for without struggle, without complication, trial or difficulty is anything ever achieved, especially when perfection is the expected outcome?

Look, I sin daily, with my eyes in pride and in the lusts of this dirty old flesh, but that is how it is supposed to be that we might resist the devil and he flees. Then having faced that temptation in the same manner our Lord faced it when here, we meet patience, when left to do its work leads to perfection. That is the way this is supposed to play out. I am sorry for my sin, I despise my sin, but I know that there is a day coming when I will leave this dirty flesh and be acquainted with my glorified body free at last from the effect and influence of my continuance in sin. I am turning away from my sin in repentance, but when I do sin I turn to God in that repentance and He is the only one who can forgive my sin, so He does, as He promised. No, I may not continue in the same sin expecting that God will not discipline me as necessary to transform that behavior for I am to resist that temptation until He offers me the way to escape which He always does.

Don’t teach people to remain in guilt when Christ has set them free. Judgment is the Lord’s alone, not ours, even self condemnation. Walk with God, listen to the voice of the Good shepherd guiding you through His Spirit. Begin to build up callus where before was easy pathway to the influences of sin. Grow up in your faith as does anything that remains in the transforming Hand of discipline. Do not quench the Spirit of God nor forget that He has to walk through each sin you commit with you. That thought alone ought to provoke daily surrender, daily picking up your cross and walking the skinny path toward the light of eternity. I pray for you that your heart heals and that you let God be God and you be you. In Jesus’ precious name.

How do you know that what I am saying to you is true? Perhaps it is a memory or a qualified process of my becoming a valid source of verifiable information that led you to develop a modicum of trust in the words and stories I deliver. Maybe I have a believable face? Maybe it is a cumulative effect of background, voice, environment or eloquence that lends credibility to my statements and assertions? What is it for you that tell you that something is true?

Do you look to current events and measure them against a historical litany of events to determine them evidence sufficient to proceed with knowledge ingestion?  Do you discuss amongst trusted colleagues or search tomes of historical fact to determine the viability and measureable Truthfulness of these assertions? Do you qualify them by some manner of mathematical calculus of personal design that you’ve developed over the years to serve your interpretation and interpolation of data from disparate sources? What is it that tells you the things that one person says are sufficiently valid to trust as a credible source of data?

Do we cling to credible sources as a group, trending toward those data resources that are in deed established as those having received the seal of believability by the masses? Is there one true source of truth to which you refer, cling or return to in order to determine if information is false or true when the chips are down and important decisions must be made?  Is it wickepedia or some other pedia, perhaps a historical tome that has not yet seen the ever cleansing hand of tech writers changing its pages over night?  Or do you trust your gut to analyze, adjust and judge the material delivered as to its validity? Are you then therefore a credible bank of judgment upon which all may rely? Why is your gut so right, why is it so determined when it makes a judgment of what is true or false? What gives you the objective credibility to make these determinations when this is in fact a subjective opinion on your part?

Oh, you just trust yourself, without fault, without concern or wavering?  Isn’t that a bigoted point of view that your version of reality is in fact impermeable to persuasion? Can you be convinced otherwise and what level of evidence is necessary to allow your transformation? So you trust yourself, but your mind can be changed given credible resources and evidence that measures to a specific level of credence sufficient to making you adjust your “gut” thinking? Okay so even your gut remains a subjective source of truth, because it may be changed given the appropriate or sufficient data?

What then at the end of the day tells you that Caleb is telling you the truth about God? Are you agreeing to accept my teaching my determinative philosophies based upon the fact that you’ve heard no better reasoning to date? Or have you established in your mind that this subject over which there is no further required evidence is believable simply based upon its own objective and faithful Truth?

I am certainly no credible source above those august academicians with scholarly degrees and years of tenured teaching providing them evidentiary support for their arguments. Heck, I am so simple and embarrassed by having to use things in my past as degrees and service of my country as prima facie evidence or supporting depth of my credibility. What makes you believe me when I tell you that I love you? Do you suspect my delivery; somehow feeling deep within your subjective gut that there is no evidence of that love therefore it must be doubtful?

Okay what makes you believe that you are free or living in a Free Country as this nation is commonly attributed? Do you believe in your rights though you have never expressed them? Do they cease to exist if we never choose to utilize them? If I have kept my mouth shut to my own opinions my entire life and simply listened can I say that I have the freedom of speech or that I don’t have that freedom never having expressed it? Must I own a gun to have the right to bear arms provided by a sovereign gift of rights given me by a Creator upon which we have based that sovereign authority of WE the People? Must I have property and pursue happiness to have the rights to the same? Or is it simply something based upon an understanding that there is some OBJECTIVE Truth upon which all of these concepts, measures and circumspect judgments are based?

Look without some objective source upon which to rely we are left in a state of perpetual doubt, just a many often doubt their own “gut”, the internal resource we utilize to determine the credibility of sensory material we receive daily.  What then is that objective source upon which we may base these rights that are inalienable, without which they cease to be untouchable or even definable in subjective terms? Are you a historian? Can you point to one document throughout history upon which we may all hang that formative evidence and surety?

God is the only unchanging thing in the Universe. God is the only objective resource that does not require definition but rather acts as the origin of all definition because He Is that origin. How do I know that I have been given a tremendous and enviable gift wrapped up in a Constitutional Republic? These Truths are “SELF EVIDENT”, do we recall that term? This is the understanding that permeated the conversation of our Founding Fathers, without which no rights that are untouchable by man may be established. They must be their own evidence having been given by the one authority without change, Almighty God.

As we begin to waver and flux as a nation it is because we are no longer steadfast in our attachment to this primary reasoning.  Without a credible, unchanging, irrefutable source of objective Truth we are left in perpetual doubt of gut determination of evidentiary consultation. It is time for U.S. to reconsider our pathway forward. Without a foundation based upon something that never changes, we cannot establish or reestablish a set of rights that are “SELF EVIDENT”. Until we address this error in our thinking this illogical departure from a path of national sovereignty and surety we are left to be tossed by the waves of fad and eloquence. This enemy wants us in that arena for in that arena he alone is master.

I pray that you find me credible but not for own means or glorification, but that you find the words I preach and teach directly reflected, supported and firmly rooted in God’s undeniable Word. My own thoughts should all be brought under the captivity of the Spirit that I might never elevate my own reasoning to equal or superior status to the Lord’s Proclamation and Love for mankind. May the Lord direct our reasoning back to an established foundation based upon His unchanging Characteristics that we might be found to the end of mankind, one of two eternal nations that never failed for they were both based upon the immutability of Almighty God. God Bless the Nation of Israel, His beloved, and God Bless this United States of America; men who were given the gift of Sovereign Rights that were self-evidence of God’s Hand upon U.S. All.

Open your eyes to the Truth of my Word. It is set before you to provide a guide, a model, clear direction and advance information that you might come to a point of decision. That decision is entirely yours. Now I will send characters, agents, angels and evil minded spirits your direction to prompt in making that decision. For I love all of you and want that you will spend this time in prayer in my throne room and that we will spend eternity pursuing those righteous things for which each of you was designed. The times are upon you and in refusing to even open my Word that you would be educated on the circumstances rapidly headed your directions means to me simply that you are a disobedient child, unresponsive to my prodding for awareness.

I have loved you always, even before you had my life breathed into your lungs, which I formed. I knew your frailty in decision making and the susceptibility to deception, but it is an important component of free will that the person making decisions be given absolute accountability and liberality in making the choice what is set before each of you. The price of that liberality is always that some will choose evil, or disobedience or self pursuance rather that the path to righteousness set before you that leads to me. I had to accept that margin of variance as it allows this wonderful to happen, voluntary acceptance of direction, obedience and true love that is neither forced nor shaped. My way is the only way to paradise, it is the only true way to navigate this lifetime and the only way by which we may be reacquainted for all time.  Choose well.

Now to the processes that lead up to harvest.  Would you consider me a loving Father if I simply allowed disobedient children to remain in their mired positions without the greatest attempt of my authority to convince them otherwise and voluntarily choose the light?  Would you fault me for relentless pursuit of each them to demonstrate my love that they might be won over by wisdom and determine that they would rather live for ever with me, then have their temporary dreams desires, fantasies and sensory gratification filled in this life. You must see that my love for you is all that matters and I will do whatever it takes including putting you in fearful, difficult, impossible or disgusting circumstances that you might find the impetus to cry out to me and find the Love I have waiting here for you.

Christ is me and I am He and we are the Spirit living inside of thee. That seal, that empowerment, that check on the powers of evil is necessary to deliver each of you passed the confines and limitations of this world. Additionally to those who voluntarily early accept the duties and struggles I have set before them, they are then effective through directed use of my authority, power, resolve, energy, strength and enduring patience to capture back the territories taken by this false kingdom on Earth. That is why it is important to make the decision early for those who wait until the last minute will not have lived for me but for themselves choosing escape as their decision to avoid judgment. What reward is left for the one who chooses service of self or godly king? I have provided a miracle for you to express in your own life by being born again into the Kingdom of God. It is a choice as are all things governed by love and there are implications, ramifications and complications regarding when and how your route is chosen.

I love you all and cannot wait to see you. I pray that it is to welcome you to eternal life in my presence and fellowship, but I will visit you nonetheless even if it is for judgment. Until then I will pursue you relentlessly because I love you and want you by my side, but be aware that at some point that I alone know I will determine an end to that free will choice and the price will be extreme as my wrath is poured out on the Earth in which you have chosen to participate. Choose Well, I love you.  God