My Baby Is Real Love

New baby, mothers’ arms, from my own body, this bundle of love, cherished in every way, could those divorced from such emotions have a clue, imitate it, imagine it, wish they could be it, want to be there as it, whatever, real love could only be experienced by those who really loved.

He came across a tough soul, know it all types,  Solomon sighed, whatever, how difficult it is for those entrenched and beaten to death spiritually, to believe anything other that they are told.


you aren’t allowed to walk away.

Give me the child I’ll hold it, it’s a photo opportunity, and it is always good to have a baby in your arms, who came up with that idea, and many actually believe it, politicians for one, clergy for two, well if it’s true, should it not be extended then. Bing, to whom your thinking, right, bing, these truisms, we all love babies, well why do all of you knowingly promote adult themed services by saying nothing at all, amen. Questions God might have for you, so, where’s the baby then!, forgotten baby. The wisdom of man will appear mere foolishness when compared with the smallest detail of wisdom from God, so it’s said or thereabouts.


If the same goes on the same goes out, least Solomon could rightly be proud of his efforts, it was the same every day of the week, amen.




Colored light in darkness — Le Drake Noir


Colorful dark vault underneath the roof of Strasbourg Cathedral. the inside in the form of an arch or actually series of arches. Left in darkness, disappears in shadows of the dazzling stained glass

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Believers don’t need to worry …Remember Moses, Abraham…

Easy for you to say, the words that slip from the tongue, are you able to prove it, the first words on most minds, easy for you to say. He is poorly dressed, his shoes leak, his hair is a mess, and there is only the price of a coffee in his pocket, don’t worry he says. Solomon sighed, he saw the Spirit at work, saw the anxious turn to happiness, it was the flip of a switch, come to think about it, so did Moses, but Moses always gave credit to God, he never tried to claim credit himself. Many years later, Jesus repeats the words, all glory to the Father. Those who are jealous of power and envious wondered, how can he do this; their response; he has demons in him they said. Jesus hears their thoughts, understands them better than they could possibly imagine and warns them; Dudes, you can say what you like about me, but if you dare insult the Holy Spirit, you won’t just regret it. Moses returns from the Holy Mountain, got the assurance from the Most High God, is content, this is working out he says to himself, he weeps, his joy immense, to have the approval of the eternal God, mega. Then he he see’s them back to their old ways, worshiping what’s earthly and common, same as those who judge people so quickly; not ambitious enough, you must be unwell; a child decides to serve God, had a career in front of him, what a waste his friends say. Forty years later, they ask their unambitious pal to intercede for them before God; life has a habit of turning around rather quickly. So if you believe, why worry then.

To see the wonders of God, amazing.

I RAISE A HALLELUJAH! — The Godly Chic Diaries… a re blog, give a little and enjoy life without worry


BLESSED IS SHE WHO HAS BELIEVED THAT THE LORD WILL FULFILL HIS PROMISE TO HER! LUKE 1:45 Hi, Friends!😊Here’s a story for you: God planted this idea of an ONLINE CHRISTIAN SHOP – in my heart whilst in my final year at university. I was so intimidated by fear accompanied by this God-sized dream […]

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The Arcturian Group – The Light of an Awakened Consciousness – by Marilyn Raffaele – 10-6-19 — Higher Density Blog.. a re blog, the start of loving yourself,and why mistakes are necessary


By Marilyn Raffaele Welcome dear readers. You the awakened ones, are rapidly shifting into new levels of awareness while others previously unaware or uninterested in truth become more receptive to examining universal beliefs that effect everyone’s life. You who already know who and what you are, are leading the way. You are the light for those […]

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Write or Listen

The anxious writer is frustrated, like a junkie seeking the hit, the dealer is late, and he is getting upset as hell. He moans in front on the machine, darn, where is my inspiration, the stuff sends him into another dimension; allows a fertile imagination to go places, some light, mostly dark, where is the dealer, his nerves are at him, in frustration he thumps the table, I need my fix, shit, I will get a new supplier, frustration, he teeth chatter, he is feeling the withdrawal, he has to produce some words, he is a writer after all. Where do you go, he refuses to put words on the page, he is waiting, words, me, me, me.

To listen these days sighed Solomon, is so rare. So many want the attention, can they ever listen, the big man with the power, a junkie for attention, demands, takes what he wants, and worse than that, expects to get away with it. Where is this humility these believers are supposed to have, it is written in the books of old, a little respect. The husband who bosses the wife, sits, where is my meal, darn good cook though.

Write or listen, Solomon smiled, he heard a voice call out the Holy Name, he was heading home, to his temp abode, he laughed inside, the words of old were on many lips, and people were listening. To imagine, a gathering of folks, all sorts, listening to the prophets, wondering what Jesus was going to do next, while all Jesus did through his life, was encourage the kingdom of God, on earth. Listening is good too.

The junkie writer gets the hit, he launches into words, that will impress them he thinks. Jesus, just told the truth, amen.

Lake Michigan — Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin… a re blog, Mother Nature provides, but the children are misbehaving……..


These are some of Karl’s photos of Lake Michigan so far this year. Interesting to look back, as we look forward. One day at a time. January 23, 2019 February 1, 2019 The cold Winter, and then pelicans in Spring! May 30, 2019 The first set of photos are from Oostburg, Wisconsin. Amsterdam ParkTown of […]

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