Mutilating female body parts,
marking the parts below,
what are they stating,
there’s a problem there,
and we wonder about example,
where do they learn such things,
is is is,
two is
trouble
isis
three is
better
amen
“all there is is is today”
C
carry on regardless,
no consequences,
war zone cleared,
a couple of months,
will be forgotten,
replaced with another`
working on it,
remember the mass graves,
Bosnia and elsewhere,
No one remembers,
except the mothers mostly,
whose tears will never cease,
news will overtake their grief,
sorrows will be aimed
at another conflict,
weakening the spirit inside,
as they blame God,
the actions of an evil elite.
Undermining the spirit,
Weakening the Spirit inside,
Replacing it with mistrust,
Something they understand.
Those who stand Against God,
So retain and endure,
When all looks lost,
It’s when your most secure,
Your not complacent,
Your very much aware,
Not easily lead,
So be very much aware,
Amen.
Me, me, what about me, my life, my love, my performance last night, my oh my, this my thing can last a life time, my oh my, my God, my children, my pension, never my environment, my oh my, when it’s called being responsible, my doesn’t enter the equation, my, why that, my, never thought of that, my, and when my, becomes all about me, it usually means the end of me, there is no me when it comes to loving, yes, you got it, no room for me in the rules of love, my oh my, what will me do, when it’s all about me, meaning life, it shrinks, you end up needing a shrink, great if your self obsessed and can afford it, great if you’re a salesman, absolutely insane, if it’s love you need, cause if it’s all about me, there is nothing left for anyone else, cause you spend all you time, thinking about me, amen. God shares loves encourages and provides, in the most wonderful ways, if he thought about me, I don’t assume, I’m certain, none of our world would ever have existed, room for thought about me, as they say, aaah, what about me, me just got lost, and two became one, love wins every time. Check the image in the sky, it’s about us all, not me!
screams and cries hear our pleading, the call of vengance echo’s throughout the world, situations manufactured, the Great God Most High, he sees the deception no one is going to fool him, will deal with the evil one’s head on. Seeds are sown hoping to undermine, traitors and friends scheme in the background, reminders the Davos Elite, God Most High watches closely, sending down the angels, into their arms he holds us safely, the battle begins the words fly, the book of the living opens in the skies, God Most High lets out a smile, see the image below it’s real, friends and those to trust are in short supply, he sends down wisdom to prop up their efforts, the horses run faster the results speak for themselves, salvation has arrived in the city, they have learned to love again, their wicked plans are in pieces, that’s the way it is smiles God, it was a close horse race, but it’s the thrill that encourages the seekers, just climbing the mountain, a little higher up a hand reaches, it was you he smiles as he stands on the peak of it, a lot of trouble in the valley below, avalanche and snowfalls, de dum de dum de dum dum dee, great ideas come in well wrapped secrets, amen. No one is blameless here, the watchers and the beers, the world is a gift, not a playground for your every desires, and the power you crave.
book opens on the sky
Understanding Love
and at the end of your life, you’ll have to account for it, did you hold it too tight, did you bury it under the mattress, did you distort it, were you outwardly an angel, a devil in the dark, love is the only intangible of Interest to God Most High, the guy in the Sky picture, he’s divine and connected as they say, so when he taps the door, will you hand him a bowl of sorrows, a fridge full of excuses, or some refined love. It’s not often we get warnings in the sky, perhaps it’s time for wholesale change, a limit on behaviour, a wealth limit too, as too few with so much distort an awful lot. I hear your reaction already, share, you got to be kidding, horror, I’ll have to sell my private jet, not even close, more more more, well, you can’t carry it into the grave with you, the Egyptians tried that, and you see what happened there, the ending wasn’t the one they planned for, and I don’t see why that will change, unless we all change, and the picture of the Man in the Sky, is a calling to all, from a divine source, amen.
Chance to do what is right, it comes round once a year, even if it’s everlasting, a gift that children dream of, love you see, the holy grail, that emotion, that feeling, the utter comfort of being yourself, Christmas brings out the best and worst in us, emotionally difficult, high and low, the memories you store in there, get it, well it’s Christmas, so gather up all the rubbish inside, those suffocating feelings, the disguises, and let them float away. The holy grail, is the love in your heart. For thousands of years, and wonder, the search is over, it’s simply your heart, all the rest was rubbish, doubt chasing, for ever raising doubt, causing complications, milling up fear, and pouring it out, Ottis Redding was right, it’s all in the heart, you just have to let it out.
happy christmas
Wisdom in the Sky, a gift from heaven
I had a dream of life all around me
Of people wise and listening from within
Souls were searching as children were dying
I seldom thought if ever they were in
Slowly I marshalled my mind away
Afraid of knowing and how easy to lay
Life so precious and people so thin
Faces like relish rough under the skin
Then as night draws me in,
I lay in the half lite secure and still,
Taking a breadth of life as I go,
I watch the boy chasing rainbows
Alone at last and noise only din,
My rainbows still flourish alive even sin
Fired deep inside by a heart of will
Greives smiles and chases life still
Never!
To the thankful, where do you start, the joy of a great mother, a miraculous escape, the ability to walk unaided, the smile on a friends face, the greeting of a friendly heart, the emotion of a tearful welcome, a merging with another heart, the help from mystic sources, when my head is on a plate, the trust of some great angels, the love that went so many places, the hero’s that light my path, the sacrifice of many over the ages, glad to eat regularly, the sureness of hope that eases worry, to the thanksgiving, great to celebrate near and far, freedom to chose freedom to dream, laughter that’s contagious that wants to last and last, certainty of Love that has no replacement, but just grows and grows, and that’s what I call a fairly normal day, there’s a lot to give thanks to, just don’t forget to include the great One, the Lord God Most High ruler of all ages, amen.
a picture tells a thousand stories
Making Love, feeling like making love, well, where is you bank account, have you any money in there, go on, go on, show me dear…but….
We are so into love, remember her name, first time you saw him, that addictive emotion you can’t get rid of, the memories that go with it, the one’s that got away, the regrets, the battles with your emotions, the times your life fell apart, the phone calls to girlfriends in the middle of the night, the panic attacks that left you feeling suicidal, and the guilt you felt, for the times you let them down, and the fear of speaking truth in case you hurt his feelings, and the descent into relationships that were never going to work out, and the long glances into the past, is it not a wonder people close their hearts to the influence of others, it’s fairly obvious, it can be soul destroying, and many play a game, men mostly, women occasionally, their only goal to cause havoc, settling old scores as they say. And we call it making love. Someone somewhere ought to address the issue before the time changes for ever.
The act of creating babies is actually the final act of loving, end of the story. Making love is creating the love we need to survive, a bit much to hear, but it ought sometime be said by somebody somewhere, cause no one seems capable of understanding what love actually is, really, hahahah, spit out the dummy, feel the throat a little, does your stomach churn, yes, love making is caring, that’s what love is, the distance you go for others, not the time you spend on yourself, pretending that you are doing something loving,. Sensual love, is the final act of pure love, but it’s not the beginning, it’s the climax of emotions that are created, that intense feeling that you can never forget, the glow in the heart, that leaves you waiting for more of that same great feeling.
Society, has changed its meaning of love, which it has passed on to children, with dire consequences unless we all change, it’s truly that simple. Women the world over have had to prostitute themselves almost, to gain the love that is due them, and as a result have given up on finding love altogether, almost. There are exceptions here, it’s not all bad news, some rural societies still value the family unit, and these societies will thrive. Sadly for many women, the production of a child is now the single most important objective they have, without a father figure too. Little Bob, or tiny mary, have been put in a very difficult position, as they get used to abnormal rearing, in so far as God Most High is concerned. Children are born this way, with a heart that requires fulfilment, the balance as they say, a love balance, that cannot be substituted,
Perhaps an over worked and exceptionally emotional stressed mother figure can manage to get the job done successfully, but there are so many losers to be seen, with society loosing mostly. But the child will always be asking, who was Daddy, and the reason I am aware of this, is through the relationship I had with a very small friend of mine, he was only one years of age, and he tried on umpteen occasions to utter the word, daddy, but couldn’t. Being his big uncle figure, it tore my heart open, and still does to this very day. He might have been born that way, but he wasn’t born with a full house as they say. Being a pal of the great spirit, I made enquiries, how this situation could be addressed. The answer was clear and direct, no bull, pure honesty. It was a question of change or bust as far as the world was concerned.
So next time, don’t thin your love, be up front with the one you assume to love, and let it grow as they say, amen.
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