Note-worthy

What does it mean?

Seemingly being all that you were and are already.

Distinction of the finest efforts applyed by domestic care, you are the outcome.

Sobriety in a dis-illusioned setting, mystic at it’s core but the enemy somehow lurks to falsify the effect. A saviour much, as so it may appear to be, don’t be fooled. Sinners we are, turnt to heros in the darkest hours.

An answer for much, a sight of some.. a word spoken an explanation heard, ways to help… words of hope, cry on me. The time to solve an issue beyond you. Tired, but continually resulting to one.

Who can you run too, in order to understand – I guess we face our trials in the mist of others and yes – this is healing as well as putting our part in the past. Shimmering away to the comfort of our being. I saw me in them. I saw me in them, it somehow was a play, one I understood – one I saw beckoning in the mist of us. The heart understood, would it come back?

    It did, slowly.. the gesture was always the niceness.. the mother correcting and encouraging. Problems anyone?

Run to her. No problems well, she is no longer remembered.

It is a cycle, viewed as understanding to oneself and offering to life and it’s form. Learn to live through it all, leave behind the things that replay. I see you, you see me. Full stop.

 I’m cosy here, away – mesmerised by the planets decay and yet by it’s cure in the womb. Why fathom that which shall not be understood but continually is within a cycle.

Mono-tone, with a smile of acceptance.

There is no pity is there? A raised eyebrow maybe…

Quite frankly a dismissal of a stare. Look away.

This is no beating heart, or drooling love, or the poise of residing in a make believe society.

Common words are told: Solitude invites many, but you drive them away by one’s own fortitude.

This is noteworthy:

Establish an inner arc preserved for the witness, melancholy may try to war the arc – harshness – the battles of the sinful nudes of the calamity of the world – but the arc is a solid construction. . built not by solid hands but by the Divine melody of life.

 Swiftly riding on… quietly… in the song.

 

 

Countless – Amid?

Somehow we are ascending.

Somehow we are possessing more than silver and gold.

How some have eliminated the vision of true perception in the gratifiction of the lures and deception of humanity.

Loves lost? Of course not but it’s ever growing motion is some-what a distinct divergent, an alliance to intrinsic value – a virtue amiss to men but unto an accountable man it is his freedom. We are not in a cycle of systematic law, but a cycle of living truth.

Can you untie my shoe laces without hands, can you shave my hair with a comb. . .is it possible to instill power or isit merely residing in the dormant hands of fear waiting to be released? Do you understand the reality of all three – which is all possible, and truly a matter of ways in a way.

A standard you use for another is the standard used for you.

The unfairness projected is hidden and you hold the clues, amid the imaginations of men some delerious and others emancipated by glee – you are mono-tone to discover the clue which happens in the twirl of the mind, or possibly the heart – the floating of the soul – or maybe the stillness of Spirit..Twirl?

The 360 twirls delights in one’s discovery of resolution of the ultimate surface of reality and then digging into its literal deposits in the soul.

I delight in the proportionate chemistry that is shared between God (The Creator of the heavenly of heavenlies) – and  of his creation in the earthly mother of mankind and yet still the earthly mother is a child of the human race.

The lucid contrast of all and yet subtle simularity is a sweet and undeniable mystery and never-ending in fact.

Countless we are – amid the blur of a clear monumental existence.

Countless Amid – Counting forever – Surrounded by forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Heart of a Man

We witness. We see ourselves and the world. The world either being in us or us in the world. Is it a strange fact that,

“The heart is decietful, above all things” Jeremiah 17:9

I wonder why we base alot of our life perceptions from this place, from this weary and tired rock where emotions pass through and the electricity of our minds dim the enlightenment of the heart. As humans we long for freedom, and freedom is what we have.. the cages we are in are the perception of the reality given to us but not the reality within reality – which truly goes un-noticed. The small things.

Can a man truly ascend past the limitations of his own wants, desires and fulfilments – can he give up everything he knows and has just to go on a quest for truth?

The hidden abilities of the potential of one’s own soul is a ultimatum – a destiny of his own pact with the greatest force of Life.

Didn’t John say “Greater is he that is in you than he who is in the world” 1 John 4:4

Have we not established that the very heart of a man is an abomination to the true abstract view of society and life?

“Do not judge and you will not be Judged, do not condemn, and you will not be condemned; forgive and you will be forgiven” Luke 6:37

Where can a man go to clear the hidden dirt of the heart, the trickery of its secrets. . .what would it profit him to gain the world and lose his soul at the price of the eyes of his heart being blind.

Are you the choice or is the choice you.

Are you the judge or are you already judged.

Can you truly see, or is your sight an instruction of systematic laws and common known behaviours of a rebel living a lawless life.

We are carved on the cross with Christ, being either one of the thieves on the right hand or left hand of Christ.

One although nearly dying professed his faith to desire more life.. he could see beyond pain, death and the limits of his own body, he saw himself and he saw his unworthiness and realized the power of life to empower him again. Therefore he asked Christ to remember him, and he was promised eternal life in paradise.

Yet the other drowned in his own loathsomeness of his actions, he condemned life and told its power within Christ to save itself. He did not percieve life and could not understand it, because of this his mockery of it showed he was already judged.

Which one are you?

 

As.. was, and still is we are all aware

Over Again…

I should be truthful.

This place, this infinite movement of life – this existence in the spiritual essence of our natural beings is a blessing, a beauty far beyond rubies.

Somehow it’s like dancing in the air, gliding through the heavy petals of rain pounding on the sacred earth.

Somewhere in between this it hovers, it stares blamelessly – it laugh’s hysterically it talks to understand, to see you. . .it’s eyes wide open to SEE you. It’s embrace a different home than ever experienced, it’s hold a true comfort but a distant rememberance.

No’one would ever really satisfy this place, it’s hidden – a diamond in disguise, a rough but sharpened sword on the rock and gold refined in the fire.

Knowing this truth, shows me even the calms and pressures of Love is itself it’s own yearning for it’s own, own.

Yet so I wonder, only the presence and home of an ever-seeing and ever-present – eternal being-creator of all can really keep this secret place at an ease.

She ran because she knew it’s true power wasn’t of this world – she would hide and yet still fight. She then came out – and resulted to hiding once again.

All that came with the price of this . . .this precious gift that she shared within with God.. need she say anymore?

The gateways of a world that’s only destruction is to lie, steal, kill and destroy to pollute the beauty of the treasures created from inside.

I want to pull back, I want to avoid what some may not understand. I want to.. silently, with no words. I want to smile and then evaporate into the realities of light.

We all cried Love once.

We all thought somehow we would find it in another.

We all once, loved. . either in betrayal or in give or take.

I face it, another One.

I face it.

The sweat pouring from my head, the heat in my soul tickling my every part of my delicate body. Do you know this.. Spirit. I knew it, but it all came to hit me all again.

It came to show me all that I had to know. Too test all I were.

In a bubble of lies, a system of manipulation, a playground of hallucinations… yet I stare helplessly out the window…helplessly..

As Jesus soothes my strengthened heart – I ponder it all.

For all its worth, should he ever love me, should he even try,

could he ever really know.. would he ever really know.

For all its worth, they all came and saw scarecrows.

Yeah, look at me… go ahead, I know it’s your chance to see isn’t it.

The chance to see the InSane.

To watch it unfold before you

Over Again.

Continue reading “Over Again…”

The One III

It was meant to be continued..

perspective is everything.

You have to die to live. Grace is given for this, is it not.

This divine nature, this spiritual power this gift is the design in which we become one, in ourselves and with eachother.

Should I make it romantic, should cupid come out and point it’s arrow at me?

Should I catch butterflys, and then chase you around. . .or maybe, be hypnotized by you and lose my sanity?

We have choices, there is a will and there is a way.

I guess emotions somehow play a role in this discovery but they have no say on the outcome. The deepest self, the spirit is a lamp to God, searching through the inmost self and yes this part of our connection to the Supreme determines our outlook and our perception on the mysteries we find in the essence and presence of divine love.

A young woman as myself, in search of nothing but life and it’s fulfilling gifts, it’s treasures in Spirit in the mist of distractions and false concepts..

To tell the truth I once fell in the trap to the seed that was meant to destroy men. Yes, the good and evil – the serpent seed somehow tried to destroy my knowledge on Love – but it could not take away the God in me, the Christ in me.

The serpent was cursed, she was cursed and he was cursed, this whole order was corruption.

I was born on solid rock and found my way through life with the solid rock by my side. The whispers of the lies, that the serpent tried to feed me so it can take my seed and hallucinate me as one day I breed new borns in this world with no Godly character, instruction, foundation, education, and spiritual awareness of all in all – connected in One-ness of life..to have dominion in what God has given them. The lies wanted me to fall a victim to it, to become it. To run wild in romance, as I pondered on the special one, the one to sweep me away and even so to control how it would happen, to lead it to happen, to gain as much information to bring him to me. . .to think I could possibly be in the same lane as God is destruction. Oh how knowledge is deceptive.. to come out of your knowing-free and true in you-to be whipped by the illusions of love-the whisper of a lie, to turn the order into a mess.

She was decieved.

She needed to understand it was not her call to make decisions abruptly, for her own hidden agenda, she needed to have consent. With who?

The God who lives in her, and her submission is to God before any man but the gift of Men is the gift of seeing God alive in him, a head, a decision maker and one who brings his one and only in equal union with him.

She is subject to him and must pass everything to him to make an equal decision. I can’t know everything and I am not designed to lead in anyway that means calling the shots above a man, who do I think I am. Do I live ordained by man or by God. Divine love is the The Father, The Son & Holy Spirit alive and at work within him and me, our family and the home in which we choose to build.

To desire to know more than what has been allotted me will lead me in the hands of a lie, to stay one in the truth I already have within me and blossom with it inside my soul – surely will lead me to the all knowing prosperity from the Tree of Life. The Holy Spirit always spoke to me and showed me what I had to understand even when it hurt, we always keep learning and growing and I learnt when we are eager to love and to share ourself without truly knowing the full extent of Love in us, ascending through us and its true origin beyond us with all and in all – out of the universe – unmeasured – omni through what we cannot even begin to imagine, you will break down.. you won’t be strong because mens knowledge of Love is a deception, that will kill you. . only a man who holds that true love can die to live again.

True Love is found on the cross, implemented on one’s own relationship with the grace of God within their Spirit creating in them a better character, a new man, willing to walk in the full image of Love and share that relationship with someone else and the whole world.

The 2 become 1 is an act of sanctification, a will of a supreme power at work between a spiritual being and their creator.. the tree of good and evil to the tree of life, making love through the pain.. the pain we all choose because we live blind to the truth.. even so this same act of sanctification as shown between 2 individuals who have seen the mercy, forgiveness and love from their creator must show it towards one another – the sacred out of this world love but enters in us because it’s imprint is still with us, by us, guiding us.

God is Our Sacred source – He is the head – She is his side.

Now the origin of the truth can manifest and their home be blessed.

She must lean on God, for God is her sword, her meekness, her submission, her authority, her strength – making her an equal heir to this gift of life, alongside the precious man in whom pursues her.

Her Love is an anchorite.. the man whose Spirit has returned to it’s true knowledge of its fruitfulness and his leadership, and his essence empowered by the Love from the heavens can only capture her.

The One is in all who have found the true One within them.

The Tree Of Life.

CHRIST.

LOVE ETERNAL, LOVE FOR LIFE, A LOVE SUPREME IT ALWAYS LIVES ON.

We knock on it’s door everyday and it awaits our call.

One.

The Second Coming, in the Floating room.

She sat there perplex, no thought running through her mind.

Peace. The sweet sound of the bird chirping whilst charging through the calming comfort of the wind. She sat astonished by the unexpected change in her atomspshere.

Though it may of seemed like it was all a dream, a seemingly confusing bubble she managed to portray a level of light-headedness through the war. Tears unstoppable, words rushing to and fro in the mind – visions of a world that she had not seen before.

She looked around at the white room, and smiled. . . her view was in the heavens and quite naturally she was soon to leave the room and enter into a new state. Before she had time to think in a sudden moment the ceiling opened up from above her and there entered the rain, water was pouring in the room. Raindrops of love, cleansing her.. she sat upright touching her wet face laughing – how remarkable – ‘rain in the ceiling’ she thought. Nothing was in the room apart from windows, a chair and herself, she was entering the omniscient narrator. Her room was floating in the heavens.

There was a knock on the door.

Tap. Tap.

She walked slowly to the door and opened it.

“Hi Ariella” said the voice.

Her face was with no expression but she allowed him to enter.

“Hello Cariel – what brings you here?” she muttered unapologetically.

“I was told to come and speak to you” he replied.

“For what, and who told you to come” she said, her head looking out the window.

“They were watching you, and my soul told me to come back” ..

“Who is they” she responded calmly.

“The fallen ones, they knew your allegiance from the beginning of time. Your marked as one of light”

“What was your role in this?”

His face, which she had decided not to allow to make her heart feel in any way. . she had already understood that the deception was among many, and had forced itself to take place within herself.. this war nearly took her life. Who then could she trust.

“I was a part of it all, I knew what was happening to me – I had decided to play into it Ariella. I made that choice. I was it, partially a lie, that I believed. I too was fallen, I fell.” His face looked down in disappointment.

“So why are you here, what is your reason to being here” she spoke delicately.

“You are” he responded.

They both looked out the window. Ariella’s lilac robe brushing the wet floor. She whispered under her breath and the room suddenly dried, the sunlight appeared from outside and there stood a calm between them. Where there should of been enemity she beckoned peace.

“I’m the reason, and for what cause – may I kindly ask”

“You discovered way before you was ever to know the war, how is it possible that this time you was oblivious to the obvious?” he questioned.

“It is the cause of Love, it is the mere hope that one’s heart may be as true as another. This makes one appear as a fool, but it is a longing of a playful child. Cariel, from afar I knew but yet still close I denied.. for this I felt the pain, the gruesome experience and the hurt that challenged my allegiance. . even so a gift from the heavens ushers a new millienmum for an individual and for those around them” she spoke softly looking up to the heavens. He was the least of her worries, the battle was already non-existent..meaning his power was no longer needed to show her anymore lies and neither the false world. She knew where she stood.

“Ariella, I remember the light but I fell far from it.. I longed for more and this is why I became the person I was. I was just like you but some-how it all turned to darkness”

She laughed, and turned to look in his eyes,

“Of course, you became the Prince of darkness himself, you appeared sweet and tender, kind and soft. Yet still this was a lie – if you can have it all you would, if you can control you would, you would do anything to get what you want and you did”

Cariels eyes were saddened by the affect he had on Ariella, he wondered why he had allowed the fallen ones to manipulate him, and yet still unknowingly or knowingly he was under their influence.

“What am I to say?” he asked

“What do you want to say, I have heard your association – what more do I need of you” she spoke dearly.

Cariel stood there, emotionless. He looked like he had much to say that he was not able to say. Ariella smiled, she already knew.. it was pointless.

“I know you Cariel, there’s no need to be here”

“If you knew me, you would know why i’m here” he stood firmly.

Ariella, circled him. He stood upright , wary of her.

She sniffed his air.. “I know you more than you think you know, but I won’t let in to it, because you probably are aware of what I know – seeing as you are the deception”

“The fallen ones are no longer with me” he smiled. “I want to make it right again”.

She circled him again.

This time he softened.

“I smell deceit”

“Whatever you smell is what you must be in yourself” he replied with no shame.

She snorted.

“Speaks the one who comes to me to confess that he was a lie” she deeply stared into his eyes. He turned his gaze quickly.

“And so I thought” she murmered.

He forced himself to look into her eyes, refusing to be shaken in himself. Heaven stood still.

“I know what your thinking” he said

“What am I thinking” she replied, suspisciously.

He tried to speak but quickly held himself back.

She smirked and instantly her eyes lit yellow, fiery flames beaming towards him, her whole aura had changed and a wall of light circulated her. Cariel, covered his face and watched as Ariella began to float in the air – she spoke with authority:

“Then from the jaws of dragon, beast and false prophet. I saw three foul spirits come; they looked like frogs and in fact were demon spirits, able to work miricles, going to all the kings of the world to call them together for the war of the Great day of God the Almighty. Look I shall come like a thief. Blessed is anyone who has kept watch, and has kept his clothes on, so that he does not go out naked and expose his shame”

(Revelation 16:13).

Suddenly Cariel opened his mouth wide and vomitted 3 large frogs. 3 Archangel’s appeared and chained the frogs and took them to thier prison.

Ariel came back down onto the ground as Cariel lay on the floor breathless, he looked up at her.

“You was the frog I was warring against, it was you – you entered me – without my consent. I was controlled by you Cariel as you was controlled by them. I’m pressing on now”

He dared not say a word, she had already made up her mind.

She stood up and walked towards the door. . .her hands on the knob, she stood facing the door with her head tilted towards her right shoulder,

“If there are anymore worlds to come that we ever may see eachother, pass on by. . . Don’t look, I won’t remember. It will be erased, all that has taken place. Cariel, be you and i’ll be me”

She opened the door and he stood with nothing left to give as he watched her jump and begin to fly in the clouds, 2 of her guardian angels came to meet her in the air.. once again. .

Ariella was gone with the wind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He/r Liberty – – ^

Confined?  No.

Free? Ones Spirit is with the wind, graciously.

Like the whispers of the air polluted with mixtures of gas, the oxygen and nitrogen particles swimming – I am a stranger.

A stranger yet so familiar in this place, a feather flies out the sky and dances with the rhthym of its own flow – as I seek to fly with the bird and build my nest.

To be by the barn stocking on the hay, singing songs of freedom, as my thoughts are in the bay joining forces with the sea, within the grand creation of the ocean.

A hidden Sumurai – the way of the warrior, a buried Diamond that has found it’s way out the soil – the scorching heat of the sun melting the grounds and revealing the glistened beauty, yes the solid creation of earth itself. A secret Anthropologist working for a society that is – present in the highest heavens – activated on planet earth.

Bewildered it may seem but comforting as the breeze.

There is silence.

There are words.

There is silence.

Should I be a superhero and unleash my electrical powers in my super saiyan nature, but who will catch me.

An Aloe, evergreen leaking out the echoes of vera.

Do I uphold this as power?

Is this a cause for revolutionaries?

All aboard captain! Ai Ai. . . The ship is on the move..

We won’t be using ships this time, will we.

A drum beat – sounds of the heart of the jungle, rhythmic

glide of the feet of a poised Gazelle. A group of Zebra’s huddled together – their stripes confusing the adversary – Do you recognize me as I you?

The beat is pounding on the sands of the desert, the life force gushing through.. belting as the heart of the melody releases ripples in the modern world.

Here it comes: The art of existence, the masks of color, the oak.. settled in a promise spoken to a Spirit swallowed by the Sea – yet One was saved for the promise to one day be seen.

Run! Run! Run!

We cannot look back, we have forged a commune –

We are well aware. . Now one beckons..

 

Liberty, Liberty, Liberty.

O’ Fellow – I bow at you. Marvel at your. . muscular endurance –  Structure of the earth, treasures within the rock, territory of Life – Ye.

Kingdoms Collide.

Oceans Rise.

Yet we Remain.

What must I do.

What must I say.

Are we not an Indigenous people?

 

 

The One (Part II)

Despite the longing for love, she can’t really fall for it can she?

She will show you she cares, only to hide away. She will show you who she is, only to escape.

She’s not really escaping is she.

She’s tried, but Love although free, has somehow..

restricted her. She wasn’t born to growl, neither to bark, or to roar without a valid reason.

The knowledge of love burned her soul, ripped her into pieces – year after year.. her young soul growing and questioning the evolution of this ecstatic dance.

The worst happened, she still danced. Lonliness and she still danced.. wars took place and she danced – Oh how Love appeared not to be fair. Why wasn’t she allowed to fall, she had to stand through it all, even as her own enemy. When it seemed like she fell it wasn’t a fall, it was a trip that she understood.

Trips leave bruises. She may have tried to cover them but in trying to cover them she found pleasure in feeling their pain. Dabbing at the wound, laughing at how it hurt. .She found it amusing, even after the tears. So was she mad, no matter how sweet she may have been – even when she lied to her ownself.

O’ Sweet one, where are you running to?

O’ Fiery light of the existing one’s where are you going?

It is here you found yourself to be, where else can you flee to?

She didn’t need to be good enough, although she questioned how good she was. How good could she be, trying to balance her scales. Can she blame it on being a Libra.. the old wives tale. Seeking to balance her whole being each cell begging to be liberated and challenged to reach its ultimate balance and calm. There were times she wanted to bark – times she wanted to growl – times alone when she would whimper and other times there were no noise but SILENCE.

Does Love really capture us or the moment?

Way past the horizon where soul meets soul..

Does love really reside between the between.

I guess its a reflection of Spirit.

She could be helpless in this source, completely light as a flower, or a vicious weapon, lethal and untamed on the leash devouring all in her way?

Would she ever understand this source in her.

Oh how I’d love to be loved” and so she imagines.

*laughs*

A courageous thought, that is. . . for to her it is not simple, her roar larger than herself. She is meant to love, to bow, to free her being and let loose all she is to whom? Maybe she just falls for the wrong one. The one who sees the weapon and manipulates it, is that what she deserves after all, didn’t she take the lead before he was supposed too. She is at fault, she deserves to be mad for love.. gagging desperately .. ferocious in the hallucinations – completely gone with the wind or maybe not quite so?

She’s built for silence, she’s built for simplicity. Shes built for smiles here and there. She rather hide her face than truly be seen, but if ever seen she must be gracious. She prefers the unseen though for in that world she see’s – Light that is, in that light darkness must be exposed.

The ladder of divine ascent.. she continues the mystery.

I guess the wrong one drives you mad, makes you see the insanity of their ownselves in you. . or you in them. We somehow want to figure it out, we all want to figure it out.. but she.. she.. believes its existence is somewhat a tool, a mere strategy, to glide in the omniscient existing source. . and yes she recognizes it can backfire onto her – This tool, this strategy we name Love can succumb her, to where ever her heart is set in that moment.

The heart is decietful above all things, yes – this she knows.

She has always been aware of it, but the heart has been too large to control, it somehow controlled her, until Spirit intervened yet still, the heart continued to overpower her soul – Oh how madness had to teach her, the game. . . the game she hated to play but stupidly found herself being cradled by it.

Never fully giving in but desiring to only walk away and disappear.

Unsatisfied by other ones uncertain natures. She would ponder, listen to them, at times fearful of their force. One must tap into the growl, it was impossible for her to growl on her own – she would ponder the growl, sit with the bark in her mind – but it just would’nt come out.

She somehow had to let the bark go, in order to return. The cycle consists of past, present and future. Is that why she is number 12 – simplify it, she is 3.

Maybe the wrong one had to come and intervene to show her, survival of Love doesn’t always come treading carefully. Sometimes you tread carefully and lose your sanity trying to understand things beyond your control, and in this .. yes, you become a victim to your misconceptions of realism. We then invent our own paths which then stem away from a reality we all participate in, one we all must find ourselves in – What are we though lights or darkness? We then, attack ourselves in everyway possible and we dig and dig, and dig and dig… yes and dig .. digging endlessly to therefore be controlled, therefore be used, and therefore become a slave. A slave to our misery because of our lack of knowledge, of ourselves, our being, our nature and in this does Love remain or have we fallen for definate this time?

Her nature was known to her but in the part that was yet still to learn, this was where the burn would take place.

Why must she learn?

Her essence knows the reality of this already.

It must do it again.

A hidden secret carried only waiting to be empowered by something greater than herself.

How can she ever percieve Love if she doesn’t trip, then fall and then rise to see all but rest hidden.

O’ how she’d love to be loved, but maybe that so ..would never be enough – would it?

It’s a relived beginning, a complete movie of human affairs, illustrated by sick participants, in need of a cure. Fairytales with beautiful endings but still a wonderful view from afar. Up close it’s some-what convincing to an extent but even so – it must be misunderstood so one can fully understand.

So what must she do, give all of her, if she longs for what is far out of reach in this planet, she must give all of her.. ALL OF HER. Come on, we all know. This is not something new, but if we are to form realities unseen, this is a remarkble taste, she must obey.

She understands this.

She understands this very well.

She cannot rule, unless she gives all of her.

If she desires to not be controlled she must give all, she must obey to the head of the order, so he may allow her to drive the course of action by her focus and intuition. Yes, she ought to be protected, she ought to be looked out for, why?

Can someone with such poise and grace be left alone in this omniscient ladder?

Never.

Its not a mess at all, its a detailed eloquent act of GOD. . revealed in his timing. Can she Love?

She’s always loved. A love that is unexplainable, yet she tries to interpret it. Can it be interpreted?

*She laughs*

Can one see the Unseen God? Is her response.

*She laughs* again..

To be wrong means your right but to stay and play in the wrong means your already dead in the fight. To be right means you have plenty of chances to get it wrong but to stay consistent in knowing what is right means your able to govern the fight.

To be continued..

To be continued. . .

Dear Jesus XxXxX

I bet your looking at me now like what do you want now.

*smiles*

I never write my prayers out in public but thought to type this out. Right now, I wish I was up in the heavens singing with the angels and those pretty flowers I saw singing to you ever so beautifully, on the greenery by the pathway going towards the amazing waterfall in the centre of the city. Your throne is woah.. like woah.. this earth and it’s luxuries CANNOT BE COMPARED TO YOUR THRONE AND THE HEAVENS, AND ITS BEAUTY.  The city itself is unfathomable but your throne, is just… muuaaaad. This is something any man will know when they get the chance to see it, not only in prayer but in you inviting them to see you on the throne. I hope more people experience it, when they do hmm.. boy oh boy.. will they realize that The Fathers throne ain’t no joke! Jesus your on the right side of The Father so you kicking it back, chilling.. watching us all.. intervening with your mercy, love and forgiveness. The Holy Spirit, ahhh couldn’t be more greatful.. so so so greatful for such an amazing gift bestowed upon me. Thankyou Jesus, honestly.

Those flowers sounded so beautiful, better than any voice ever heard on planet earth, I remember I use to ask you to give me one of their voices lol every prayer haha but hey who knows maybe everytime we praise abit of pollen from those flowers in heaven gets put in our spirit to enhance our praises..

It feels different, our relationship. It seems like it’s grown, its been a struggle but a blessing. I’m blessed. I don’t say that much but deep down knowing you and what we have shared I know it. You seen me through so much. No one will ever know what you mean to me.. and to others you have also helped in this world too.. mad love to them! I’m still the little me that gets up and sits on my bed talking to the open space/air and literally catching jokes with you over things people would probably find weird, you still listen though.

No words will ever express so much of your love that you have shown to me. I may not be out there, and associate with the world much or even you know, be apart of the boxes of this society.. which makes me abit weird .. but i’m cool with that..

When I tried to be in the box you kept telling me off!!! Like man the punishments I got was bare weird like, it was as if you was here proper, like a dad would discipline his child in real life physical form. Your here though, I know. I feel you. I feel so honoured to know you and to experience your truth in my life. The battles we fought and the wars in the spiritual realms have been real.. Some went by silently.. it’s crazy, you somehow made me silent in them.. when they were so huge. I’d still be talking about you, telling others of you whilst battling in darkness. Was it to make me stronger? Or to be able to know that it’s better to trust you than to put trust in man? I firmed alot, barely had friends and was always home alone haha so had no choice but to kind of deal with life and the call the way you planned for me.. even when I tried to run and not be home you always called me back. I understand your providence in my life has been real, very real. You’ve actually taught me everything Christ. No church, no religious leader, or even my Ma taught me and trust you know she is faithful boyyy, it was you..the Holy Spirit literally guided me in everything I have come to know.

Everything I didn’t understand you would show me, all I did was ask. Visions, dreams, people along the way that came and just words they would say.. Journaling my whole experiences with you.. reading books and discussing them with you in my bedroom as always. I remember John many years ago when I was 17, Ma’s friend .. I remember he told me, the Holy Spirit was his best friend, that he would laugh with it..and sit down in his living room discussing everything and just be smiling. In my head I was thinking thats me though, I do that. He told me all this wide eyed with a face of love.. now I understand. I fully understand what he meant. From young I would talk to you sitting on my bed but you finally came to me and showed yourself to me in my bedroom when I least expected it. Thats when the talks elevated, thats when you became more real, even though I believed.. I wasn’t just sitting there thinking I’m just talking and hopefully you hear. So you do listen..the dove was real and BEAUTIFUL, all 5 of them. How many years of me just talking to the air and BAMMM you appear when i’m 19, your always there..you are always there despite how we feel, ain’t got nothing to do with the world like that. Its Love man, real love.. priceless.

You have held me up, through things I didn’t expect to experience earlier in life in the spiritual realms and later on till this day too. Theres purpose for everything, a reason for everything. My faith in you will never go. I just hope in you and pray with every part of me you never leave me. Your my best friend. I think now as I sit and ponder about this all i’m forced to be stronger and bolder than ever. You have been my solid holder, literally.. where would I have been.

Every experience, my diaries, my love poems, every deep emotion connected to the depth of spirit I have felt because you was there allowing me to experience all the things I journeyed through. I guess sometimes, I wondered why? Questioning my reactions, my actions, my thoughts, my being. How could such faith be tested ongoingly, but life is a battle of the flesh and the mind with the heart and our spirit. . . to those who seek realness in the pain and struggles of life within themselves and outside of themselves.. you walked it, so you know.. divine as you are.

Did you ever think why did the Father not take the pain away Jesus? When you had to carry that cross, even though you knew you had to die for the truth and for mankind to know that truth in themselves through your walk.. even though you knew it was what you were called to do.. You probably didn’t think at all right, you just said your will be done Lord, and then went along with the plan.

Its a serious life we live, the narrow way is very serious. You said it was a hard road but in the end leads to life, and that is life to the full a blessing you give your children who seek you in Spirit and in Truth. You were right. This I knew in my heart growing up that this world was no ordinary world and other worlds existed. Innocence is sweet, life a gift.

Theres things about this life that some people haven’t come to realize, some people are aware of it and others are not. I have  been in my little bubble with you for so long, in and out of this knowing. I was acting like Jonah once the bubble got burst it was like my whole world was over. I couldn’t be a baby anymore.

*smiles* Your proper my day 1 .. like literally.

Your the only one who kept your word to me in this whole life.

Psalm 27 said it well. So I had to grasp it for myself.. sometimes parents forsake their children.. and children forsake their parents. We are always to put our faith in you before everything. So at 12 when I made a decision to get baptized, after all the weird dreams you kept showing me ..I said it would always be you. I made a vow you would be my best friend. You seriously have been, it’s funny but true in my mistakes I’d secretly come back and cry it out, some things I never understood but man in my softness you did make me strong even when it appeared I was a pushover or just plain weak! Acting tough was me trying to be strong but it didn’t work lol. Life has been changing for everyone, for centuries.. everything you said about sin, righteousness and judgement of this world was true. We cannot deny it, the believers know. There own lives are a living witness to it.

We seen it before, we’ve seen too much before it’s time.

We have lived.

Your my roar.. fully exposed.

Its alot for me, for us all of faith. . but you said you’ll never leave us nor forsake us so I’ll trust you through it all. The journey of Long Life Souls in Narnia.

I love you Jesus.

So to the next part and stage of my life through this seemingly time travelling society, please take my hand and lead me, guide me on the narrow path continuosly, and I all I ask is just please don’t leave me man lol even though you won’t I just need to say that! You already know, you already know it goes. Let my heart to be courageous and kind, honest and loving. My spirit to always remain loyal to you and then to those close to me.

I hope my life will be a blessing to those around me, and that I’ll forever walk with you..knowing deep down You are my shepherd and I shalt not want for you will always make a way as long as I believe. Psalm 23 all day everydayyyyy, Ma did well making us recite that psalm from early.. word for word you know xxx

Let wisdom, knowledge, understanding, insight, foresight and your infinite Love abide in me all the days of my life as well as your goodness and mercy.

To All who have faith, let them continue being the warriors they are, bless their individual walk with you and let us all shine your light to a world that needs to know .. that our saviour lives and yes.. we all will see you face to face once again.

My Love for life, my first Love.. Thankyou Jesus..

In the name of The Father, the Christ and in The Holy Spirit

ONE xxxxxxxx

 

 

 

Escape the Mafia.

She was Love, misunderstood.

The Mafia some how found her,  laid eyes on her and knew she was not ordinary.

The GodFather himself, the greatest womanizer of town had studied this lass, he thought she wouldn’t notice but she did. The unseen in her, made it all quite simple for her to grasp.. Yes though she never met him, she knew of him.

He thought she would be oblivious too the serendipity moments orchestrated by Life and his intentions to master this mis-understood soul.

The mafia had plans, some how they would capture her in a moment, speak to her, she would become a great ally.. an asset to the team,  whomever could get to her first would therefore be the one to bring her in.

Bring her in too what exactly?

There brother-hood of course.

Though it seemed as if she was oblivious to the whole game, she was not. A mastermind in action around her, greater than herself knew this was all taking place.

There brotherhood was their god, but the Supreme divine spirit, in which lived in her – Christ – was her guide and protection, her only brotherhood was those who lived in the Messiah. Those who knew the way of the cross. Those who knew Love.

How that would be possible to get to her they did not know. She was hardly seen around, just every once in a while she would be out in the open and quickly hide her way indoors. The God-Father knew he would have to plan his move carefully. The other team members knew that The GodFather was very fond of her, and so there was an agreement every man in the mafia would not make any subtle moves as to make her naked heart fall for them.

One of them desired to feel her heart, and so took it upon himself to find her where-abouts and intentionally released his heart energy to her.

She in her own world walking on the sidewalk, felt his heart beat with her own from a distance.. looking up and wondering how it happened. O’ how she could not fathom this insiduous act. She pondered, she reminsced. . .how she had never felt another heart beat with her own. Was she to allow his heart to fool her ?

She couldn’t, her heart although eager to express the faculty pieces bestowed in her life’s journey was not able to be fooled. She was connected to someone she did not quite understand.. She didn’t truly know him. . he was somewhat a dream to her – a passing of the wind. Here and then gone.. he was her young hearts love. Yet how was this other brother’s heart able to beat with her own? How remarkable she thought. This too would effect her mysterious mind later on.

Days went on by and months, and the mafia somehow studied her behaviour from afar. She was silent, could be seen to know much more than she let off – she was also seemingly funny in character.. they could all tell. Her walk was cute, her frame and body well proportioned, though it changed throughout different stages.. Her last stage finally making her petite. Her facial features complemented eachother well, though she may not have been the most beautiful woman ever seen – she was the most enchanting they had come across.  The God-Father who was no where to be seen wasn’t someone who always came around. Who was he? She knew he existed, but she didn’t know who he was. Her own mysterious dream man – was somewhat a hidden love, a dream – but the God-Father ..did he know the hidden love, was he secretly the hidden love, or was the God-Father some-one who may seem more superior to her hidden Love?

How did the God-Father know of her in the first place?

Where exactly did he find out about her? She didn’t know who he was but she was aware of his existence in town, that is.

The other team members grew un-interested in the task not understanding why the method took so long, but the God-Father knew he had to continue watching her so he informed them of a secret – a secret he desired no one to know. He informed them that he was able to access her mind and control her emotions, feelings and reactions. They did not believe him, reason why one of the brothers was drawn too feel her heart. When her heart beated with his own, through one attempt of releasing his heart energy he was astonished – her mysterious mind later began to wonder.. never taking her eyes off of the hidden love, she strangly began to have images of one of the brothers appear in her mind, she was able to see through his eyes. He appeared every once in a while in her mind, and she watched as his expressions changed, there were no words just facial expressions.

Later on another brother tested this out.

He attracted her by color, the color red, he was able to look into her eyes, thinking she was merely in a trance in which she wasn’t. The God-Father made her seem to be in a daze, but her power over rode the daze that she noticed this brother, whom she had seen before. As he drove off in his little red car, she was some-what amazed.. The color white was also used to draw her attention. She contemplated ‘how is this possible that I’m somehow being watched and unwatched. That i’m watching and someone else far greater than I watching for me.’

Due to her hidden powers, and unique soul – presumably one that had been so warped in the divine that she barely recognized this, they were able to manipulate her mind.

They all begun to participate in the game, in which she would have to find out for herself – the reality of the brotherhood as a whole, and face the attack head on. Did she have heart? Would it change or still remain One. This psychologically begun to break her down and wear her out – but somehow she managed to keep going.

This game was getting out of hand, and the God-Father knew it. He was mis-using a power he had, and damaging the heart and mind of another who had already faced this test earlier on in life. They all had to reap what they sowed so the damage they had caused her some-how begun to fall on them, starting first with the God-Father. There own minds begun to be manipulated, their souls disturbed, unusual circumstances which should never had taken place created drama – therefore creating commotion for the brotherhood.

Did they not fear the divine within her?

Did they not know that it was not some fairytale story?

Could they not see that the essence of the heavens dwelt among men. So why play with it? Why misuse their own to damage anothers?

Were they satisfied with the aftermath of their own polluted minds. Not quite so. For they longed to return for yet another round. This time it was becoming clear who the God-Father might have been.

She disappeared, and was in hiding.

The Divine God within her moulding her back to herself. This whole drama playing out seemed some what unfair to her. Why was she a target to such an atrocious act?

Did they desire to test her love and loyalty? Did they desire to test the divine within her love? Did they see something in which they desired to take from her? All this was un-known.

All she could do was reside in the comfort of her home.

This young lady was not stupid by all means, she kept watch over times, and was able to understand the repetitive motion behind all that was taking place. She was also able to see beyond it to, that it had to be played out, for this was orchestrated by something far higher up that she knew of.

She was aware of God’s providence in her life and no man would ever take this divine essence from her, it was her greatest gift given unto her to show her who she really was and to whom her hearts allegiance was given over to. They had no idea.

This young lady participated in this challenge, unawares that it was planned by outside forces. Pre-destined before time by God.

She managed to escape from the Mafia, her hidden love dying away within the chambers of her heart and now she was prepared and destined to love anew.

Packing her bags and leaving for a new country. . .having learnt that Love was the supreme power to overcome all dark forces, and to reveal the hidden secrets of men and their delusional minds.

She managed to find Love, true love and he was the man she had always needed. Yes he was the part of her that she knew existed.

Love is far greater than we can imagine. It is supreme in all it’s ways. Never giving up, never stopping till it can gloat over it’s foes and manage to stay one in the fight for life.

Psalm 22:26 ‘May your heart live forever’

Psalm 89:2  For you have said: ‘Love is built to last forever’ you have fixed your constancy firm in the heavens.

Love is the greatest.