A Settle in Time

 

She looked up to see the multitudes of green, gold, and blue waver to and fro, a soft humming sound soft claps in key sound.

Then the birds did arrive all gloried winged woodpeckers and cardinals, male and female too. The squirrels ate their share with mind to watch for the woman that kept queens beneath her bare feet. The sound of the wind, metal on metal.

The woman whose ankles were covered put her thoughts through the air, to try something different old and new. A mix of mind over matter and a scurry with the who.

Voices of Men

 

I picked up an old book

It started in the year 597

The coming of Christianity

Ethelbert at the Isle of Thanet

Then it went to

1066 

The Rage of Battle

Duke William of Normandy

Address to his army before the battle of Hastings

1388

Bondsmen and Freemen

John Ball’s address to the rebels at Blackheath

I’m some where in the middle now but went to the end

1914 September 

“A scrap of paper”

RT. Hon. D. Lloyd George at Queen’s Hall, London

Then in the end it jumped back in time

1914 August 

John Redmond to the House of Commons

From

Every man’s Library 

Oratory

Edited by Ernest Rhys

Mist of Osmosis

We walked the old streets of the prophets and I ate a fig gifted and watered by Abraham’s well. We slept in old places where old teachers gone did catch quite a fright. We meandered dead bones some encased and others never alone. Deep underground through time and old spaces rivers flowed just a key stones throw. Through ages I moved times and places through the mist of osmosis I tendered grace to the Holy Spirit through salt watered eyes for I see all that resides. 

Holy Spirit

 

It's planning time so I sit and I listen. 

and then I let it out

of the proverbial box

Let me try this one more time because I don't seem to be getting through. I'd like to add here before the end that to transgress the Holy Spirit is unforgivable in God's eyes we are told. 

She lit the snake coils a fire bringing spokes of smoke to waft in waves

side note, It's widows and orphans, not the poor to which you care, yes you can for the poor but most people can help them selves; I'm not talking about family, family sticks together.

I was deep in thought as the water of life splashed over my God given body empty but the promise of life. A spark had been made by the two that become one, a welcoming of laughter and saunters were made. One first foot and then the other, out of the dark after the water that kept life was gone. 

A shimmer she saw.

Into the hands of a loving and grateful mom.

This was some one else; She was always struggling and moving about, her mother sick at the plight all around. Neither here nor there, new life knew the distress about town and still said yes to the two that were joining. As free will does too often at hand when there are short gains to be made, a shun is done. The spark of life made a decision to un welcome life because it was all for fun. That which would be new life that would only know the truth of the mother from the beginning to the end which new life would always carry connected through the spark of the Holy Spirit extinguished, not welcomed anymore.

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

I would have taken all of your children, I would have figured a way. 

In the future, because you can not change the past, you can not make an excuse to extinguish the Holy Spirit, for it lives and is every thing. Don't teach the young bad ways. 

Bubbling Trouble

 

On the black box of the Kaaba there lies an old stone brought from Adam to mark this spot. As the ways of old are told as did Joshua as we always sold. There this stone on the eastern side Sent from heaven and you might better oblige. From this stone where whence you lay peace be upon all men and may God have his way. 

And then the beep beep beep played, the caldron did call.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

It's truly incredible what's happening these days, all over the world things are a bubble. I still have no idea what's going to happen.

Please pray for our children and our children's children

Break fast

 

Forgive the odd format, I know it’s not…normal.

Aug 2. 

We were up at 5:30

I first broke my fast with what a normal human would conclude an absurd amount of watermelon what looked a whole gallon it be.

Zucchini bread I baked forgot the salt I did, a poppi (Dallin family measurement) amount of butter spread one layer thinner than his.

2 cups of coffee only one helping at the beginning of 1/2 and 1/2.

A bit later a calling I heard from deep in the cold dark place we place din din.

Then a fat slice of French bread toasted lightly smeared with a proper poppi amount of hummus I made that didn’t need the last garlic, added Calabrian chilies mixed all up and down and was also smooth as our daily bread with Kalamata olives marinated some by me and the other by another placed dainty all around. 

I knew I shouldn’t have eaten it all, and most certainly waited. 

A woman breaks fast late in the morn except for the fruit her minds eye desires.

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

I wonder what this is going to look like down the road. I know the hammer or boot is going to come down I just don’t know where the derivative hits the road, so to speak. 

I’m feeling better now about the all, I swept with my broom and gathered it as I danced to the sound of true love and the salt water flowed.

I see the magic in the air. 

אמן

 

It had been three days since the seed had been depleted 

no worries though she knew how to forage in the wilds above and below

as she filled the cardinals coffers as they waited their turn

the woman that flew through the heavens above on the latin bull of pan

pulled the reins and dropped down the pane

a place by the sea of pure love 

all into the crystal skull, timeless

so mote it be

אמן

I have 4 minutes to type what I want. I can't spell minutes even when Im looking straight at it. 3, the blood suckers are incredible today so I'm going to smoke them out. 2, I just broke out in L.O.V. E.-Nat King Cole 1, good pipes don't go away, you tune them with practice. We weave silver and gold.