Gamatria

 

What is the most blasphemous thing a human can do that is un-forgivable, under every circumstance regarding God's love?

Blasphemy of the Holy Spirit.

What is the Holy Spirt?

The Holy Spirt is the soul you invite unto this earth when we procreate; pro-create, when humans ask to bring forth another, made from two a third. 

Dear women of planet earth that push and excuse the murder of the future that was invited, the thing that is the Holy Spirt, the soul, that you murder before their first breath, the mother's that have neutered and maimed their children's future, you are not forgiven ever. To take the life of one invited into your womb, the babies first home, is not forgivable, ever. They passed it along and even wrote it down.

Why is everyone so confused? 

Do I know some one that can remove views, stop and then add at will, for a specific reason? I enjoy cyphering and deciphering but alas my time is best spent cyphering as I keep my hands busy and feet moving. 

"Head up, back straight, look me in the eyes."

...and then she saw inside. 

Water Lily's

The morning was warm and the moisture floated mid air as the sun sniped the ground below eyeing spots trying to hide under the thicketed pocked clouds and canopy of leaves. On the edge of the woods where the sun would shine down except after a dance for some rain the Cherokee witch was at home, praise be to God. Her tanned arms hardly a hair to be found but underground her other half sang, songs of old from lands far and told. 

The little rabbit with a soft round white tufted tail darted into the dark woods and the bright golden yellow house finch with a glaring spot of black upon his wings darted close to the ground and swept up into the river birch tree. Clay beneath her nails she dug the ground, some seeds she scattered others she planned with thought of the future growth on mind. This was the land the Dove Star would grow. 

A subtle breeze blew through and the chimes filled the air with tender deep thoughts. The Cherokee witch stirred her pot above the open flame and gazed. The sun flowers stood tall and the pointy head of the royal red cardinals were all well fed. Stir she would her pot upon the open flame until the time when right was at hand. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

Monet painted the water lily over and over and over, a vision he curated for you to view.

When something becomes great it grows, but you know that, do you understand it though is a different question when dealing with something not tangible.

My great grandmother didn't care for my mother much because she was much more powerful, my mother doesn't know this. I looked through my great grandmothers eyes as some can do as I listened to her stories, mostly old news, nut never new. You see we witches see one another, some we see as kin and the weak ones see the good ones as a threat. We can feel it in the air when one walks by. We carry totems and degrees most can not see.

Unbound

 

Two lines horizontal 

Nothing is ever straight it’ll eventually meet somewhere down the road. 

An unbroken separation of 2 snakes...always connected, you might not know where

The year was 1954, it was a hot Alabama day, the first day of summer. The solstice over it was back to work in the cotton field. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

never in order, always proper

238, 832, 328, 382

kahtahN

 

“The statistics say if you place your settlement and road there you won’t get many rolls to gain ore, sheep and the such.” 

"Mom, if you don’t play seriously it’s more of a game between us while you do your ‘experiments’ on different ways of how to lose." -this might be an actual quote I frustrate those so.

My son plays chess, while I spin words to remove the board and their rules to show them the above a below and how to move control, gorilla warfare is at hand. 

All minded places of how toos.

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Game theory; when realizing the hows people game systems, then learning the systems from below the ground up and above, terrain, then feel the ground (Terra ones) you can see the more ways. Chess is not silly there just isn’t any thing important about the win, the win is knowing how the others play in the system. Words and statistics indexed as matter without the knowing other factors are at play, unnoticed systems that are not measurable. 

Game theory; in real life it is about life and death*, of ways, of people, cultures, knowledge of what really is vs what is man made and some of the man made has life which can be felt, Knox Knox Knox.

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She rolled the dice, “4” she said so they could hear her.

One 3 and a one.

She rolled the dice,”6”

One 2 and a 4.

She rolled the dice one more and said, “11”

Snake eyes

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Blue and yellow on a tube

Scanning eyes back into you

She did delve deep

 speedy at flight

nothing is nailed in that tight.

Don't count your chickens until you have eaten them, even then...

White Lighting

 

Electric sounds filled the static air

Chhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chhh

And then a halt.

Droplets of rain hit the top of her head as she reached her ultra violet arms through the thicket as the sky folk above her clashed their words in high pitched bare tones, sometimes ten at a time sometimes more. She spun a quick song, a start with low growl, she funneled long sweet ahhhhhh sounds up to a crown then to reach the place she whistled the point. 

There upon the pillow of the clouds she met her kin folk, some in their dreams, others long passed from the earth, and others yet to be. This here where the electromagnetic field lay bare where they planed and forged the strength and peace for the future, under the full eyes of God. 

Down below a box of gold glowed, the chatter inside was intensely bold. 

“Shhhhhhhhhhh” was whispered heavy above the crowd 

“Listen to the old woman with the bird sounds.”

Vibrating molecules were felt all around as the people in the box of gold that glowed darted their eyes, meeting friend and foe. 

A ball of light did spin above the crowd in the box of gold that glowed. 10 items were the matter at hand as feathers fell across the lands. The what to do now was in the past, a future of faith and proper order.

 Moving in tandem with the sun, moon, and stars.

Hong Kong

 

She slipped on her tiger blue shoes made for traversing softly upon everything, 

her pants were denim, 

flowing around her gate of grace, 

her T-shirt today was uniform of the day, 

a particular plan on the wings of Pan, 

life was about to land. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

We were looking through old windows in time...it was 1983 I think, Hong Kong. We had a delay on our departure because my mothers snake skin shoes that were being made for her weren't ready, they were mixed in colour shades of grey skies in all their hews with a smatter of white and a little blue too. There was a baby sleeping on a box with not a care to mind. Half a carcass of a medium sized four legged animal laid upon the street next pieces of the rest, waste makes a mess. 

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The Four Musketeers

 

His last day was a great day 

Time no longer existed 

His life was lived so well he was brought up to the clouds with a swell. Quick it was with halted release this great man of God whose life was lived.

Death’s tears ran down her face, a final release an Angel was made. She watched through the panes of the glass, his Golden love not far behind and then behold infinite with out time.

His silver hair that once was black as night and blue in the right light, his last day was a great day his future was so bright.

The light drew near and the sky lit up, his silver hair that once was black as night and blue in the right light peace at hand, an end to a night.

Be still and listen,

I love you Uncle Athos. Thank you God for letting me walk with you, my GodFather in this life, a Chinese man from French Guiana that lived on the most eastern island off the coast of South America. My Fathers brother he was, a smorgasbord are We, from the north to the south, the east and the west We cover the earth with all that is blessed.

The tall green trees with roots that grew up, the Banyan tree, a different kind of people are We. 

Death sat at the left hand side of her Father and it was all going to be all right.