Eve's Desire

 

There once was a perfect Angel created by God in the likeness of God. This Angel loved God and wanted to be just like God. 

There once was the first man, created by God in the likeness of God. God loved this first man and gave him paradise on Earth to abode but woe he was lonely on this solid ground where Angels could also trod so God who loved the first man put him to sleep and took from mans side and made woeman. 

There once was a man and woman, her name was Eve, that lived in paradise and knew for nothing for God created them and loved them; they would know no death or want, or fear or pain forever. One commandment they had, do not eat from the fruit of the tree of knowledge.

From the heavens, of which are not here there or everywhere but somewhere in-between space and no time exists, Angels watched the man God loved make another for man to love. And some Angels were jealous and angry at God and man for the Angels wanted, so and, and, in freewill desired Eve to taste that which man loved.

There once was an Angel who was created in beauty and light, created by God in the likeness of God and in this beauty came vanity and envy when looking down upon this new creation created by God for man to love, for this Angel wanted to be worshiped like his creator before him by the first man that was made for the Angels, but not to have. 

In this desire to have, the Angel of light tempted Eve knowing it was forbidden for her to eat the fruit from the tree of knowledge. This Angel was angry and wanted to show God that this woman and man were not perfect. This Angel that was angry with God and man shown himself to Eve in light for he was beauty like the suns rays on a cold day, and dew drops on a dry one, and this Angel tempted Eve and she transgressed Gods commandment not to eat from the tree of knowledge. 

And then she addressed her man and he disobeyed Gods commandment not to eat of the fruit of the tree of knowledge because he loved her more than God.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

and they were removed from paradise to know pain and death, but also life creation with the grace of God. 

and the whole human race will be judged

Then the Archangel Michael said, 

"On account of your transgression

Our Lord will bring upon your race the anger of his judgement, 

first by water, 

the second time by fire;

by these two will the lord judge 

the whole human race

But hearken unto me, my children. Make ye then tables of clay, and write on them, all my life and your fathers all that ye have heard and seen from us. If by water the Lord judge our race the tables of clay will be dissolved and the tables of stone will remain; but if by fire, the tables of stone will be broken up and the tables of clay will be baked hard."

- The Life of Adam and Eve, Apocalypse of Moses

This is the Left hand of God

Death

Inshallah

UNCivil Society

 

There they all did align a top the mountain in the shadow of the crescent moon.

the air is wet

the wind blew and the hallow horn sounded

boghoooogh

boghoooogh

two times were called

There they were all the birds watching down 

as the evil of Goliath had his wings cut out

long sleeve 

short sleeve

boghoooogh

boghoooogh

two times called

here we be in boogaloo land

where no sense be made

and a small small in the hand can make an animal behave

Rabbits Gathered

 

She looked up in the heavens and there they were, Orion and the Bull, was there a bright light too?

It's only trillions of stars in this vision so bright, so many so you can't count an eternity in true.

The smell in the air was old dirt and dust that had captured the space, rabbits gathered varied histories in wicked corners, bits of hairs and dander twisted in a story. She stood on a beam so tiny as to be seen, her black and white oxfords tied tightly to her feet, grounding her mission, green cardigan on and her pants fitted, three inches above her ankle. Death looked around and down, up, and as through as through could go, through matter and sound, seeing the lines here and there, some show despair and others delight in the horror of others, cruel and toothless, bald and bankrupt here, there, everywhere, you wonder why, why it's all you, you gross miscasting human, Death here, more pills not matter when you lie with lust. Death then did dismantle a lie in a lie, this church I can not wait till ye are all dead to tell the story before it ends. 

Spin fast faster till you see the blue then it's history from here on out.

Be still and listen the leaves do rustle in the north wind

One day I will tell you a story how matter became the jinn

The tired boring question or statement of man stuck in an all knowing modernity...

Where does evil come from? You and your choices dim wit. A rock slide isn't evil, a tornado isn't evil, a tsunami isn't evil. Torturing people or animals is evil, people lying is evil, is murder evil the crow balks?

and now you see when they tell you who they really are stick around and hear the sound of trumpets bray with glee

Evil is what people are. 

blue shift

Gate Open

 

This is the strangest moment in time that I think we could have ever come up with...There are hundreds of true stories all around me that would horrify and make you wonder, 'what happened here, that people became this way, the violence, hatred and envy, the always in the now and blaming everything on someone else.

And now on to completely unrelated yet related items.

Once in three times I wanna see what it really is I get 100/17 and pia go f yourself on true. Where does this come from? I ask do you know?

A sneeze through time I can hear it in my mind as the ground shook

it was 12:47 and I heard a muffled pbhaaaang behind me and somewhere under earth. 12:49, a motorcycle goes by loudly after I hear a few birds, a chicken and then a gate screech open. 

The green dragon at that window

It sways and ponders patiently 

Through the smoke it's where we find the fire

A Spark of Life

 

A friend of mine that I went to High School with killed himself a couple weeks ago. 

There was nothing anyone could have done to help him; I say that in truth. 

He was 53.

He was an apartment dweller that had a fondness for cats and thought Winnie the Pooh was great.

He taught people how to speak English; until he lost his job...

He had no children. He had no life. He had no future.

He died for nothing

no cause

he has my prayer

but no pity 

he chose

wrong

Tet

 

Let me teach you how to move matter through the ether

Think 

There are no corners only rounds

How we move through the sound

Something wicked this way is 

Somethings coming I can feel the air

Clean the oven there's more to come

Holy nos

It can't be undone

Forgive my trespass upon you 

The river Styx flows with me or no

This place we live on this Earth

Only terra is it's name

You think you are so much better

Than those of the past

A tattoo of you

They decided not to gas

Cheapest way done

You pay

The woman at costco with the beard and the man that paid to grow tits. They are sexual predators and if you say it out loud that those that carry their identity on a sleeve are not what they say than prey tel what are they...tell someone fake that they aren't real See what happens with words and spells. 

A Whistle and A Humm

 

Spinning though the ether she flew, Deaths daughter, the old crow, placed herself at the doorway entrance of a marble floored room, heat weighted the ground. The others could not see her as she scanned and streamed herself across and left to the corner. In this room under layers of powders and perfume that couldn't hide the putrid stench of rot, braids piled on braids once made from horse hay now from the young children they keep in the cages. These wolves sometimes shaved sometimes not, had convinced whole people to sew things on children so they could play with them. Their mouths dotted with red, the taste of their prey, they didn't even have to pretend in a world of filtered screens.

Then she whistled and hummed at the same time a tune they all knew

Ave Maria

Shalom Aleichem  

Auf wederseh'n, goodnight

They didn't hear a sound until the time would be just right

it sat in their deep and at night in air filled with horror for others and the demons delight, nor scared they were or afraid of thee might not even the hand of your true God that they smite. 

Specter, Under The Crescent Moon

 

"What kind of war is this...?!" Said the one that just woke up.

First We begin here, they tell people God is not to fear as they make excuses that maim and mutate, some strange guise of forgiveness they give to one another. Those that are horrified at what Josef Mengele did are having an absolute inability to gather into their minds that sewing phallus' onto girls is hell. Just pray for their souls. You can not make an excuse for this, for any of what they have done. Those that allowed it...What happens to all the psychologists that pushed poison into peoples minds, teachers, mental mothers, the federal government, the state that insists or they will take your child. Where if you don't coincide you are not in the community. 

Where the murder of babies is glorified

now do you See 

the dilemma you have 

as We bury you in sands of time

"It's good against evil." 

Have you asked what is being cleansed yet? As you look around and See who hates ye, thee, and shall we travel to Pherae?

...

From one mount to others from under ground rivers she whispered on bones of the dead, she called all her friends the time had begun for the beginning of the end. 

Silver wraiths and golden winged Hercules, Utte and all of ye Vulcan minds connected at One, the pinions spin on the top of deaths mount where they gather. Please of quickness were sounded by some, a separation of mass was just ahead. The Cardinal had called the Mother of all was coming in for a landing.

...

She landed with a bump, black and white oxfords tied tightly around her feet, grounding her to terra even while in flight. The time had come for the welsh cardigan show, the colour green of a small oak hidden in the shade, draped across her stern back, head held high, she moved the ground from under her feet, pushing time where it needed to be. The quicker she moved the more she could do, leaving waves and wakes others could not defend.

 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Locusts Spin

 

A head so small crowned with cone surrounded by flame that seems contained

Six wings of fire spread with Gods desire

a body so large filled with more 

a pattern of life you have seen before

Round it's held, 3 eyes looking back

Spreading a seed whisps far out

Giant furns of green like wings from a tree

in your dreams you thought were smite

a truth to be hold

Another there around the bendpool

A head peering out no body in site

The cherubs do carry and dance with merry a vessel of life for those to not bury

geese bark vector direct south west

Locusts spin sand does not warry

Eyes that spit fire to set a blaze

A key with prongs forked of 4 red and silver unlock the door

Mothers might hand comes a smack

With Fathers Grace don't look back

His patience worn thin

Children mutated 

Evil in the guise of kindness 

Our Holy Mothers womb filled

Be still and listen 

One day I'll tell you a story 

They stood unbound from heaven 

Grounded for life

Till the lamb was slaughtered

The White Eagle

 

That moment when pink becomes orange in the sky 

a petal on the ground, or is it the other way around.

Enter into the ether where we once said good buy, here we are now hello to all

Wolves fly with sparrows as they watch the spiders weave

Somewhere between here or there she sort of did land. The pads of her feet ner touch the ground but float right above. She could feel the vibrations from the earth below sand and rock moved to and fro. Creatures near and far gathered and shook sleep from their eyes from deep in time. 

Her feet hit the spot black and white oxfords bonded her tots. Donned was she with green in the dark, where most couldn't see a thing for it could not be, a light so bright before their site. A jackal now, ears tall with much hight, grey, dark, a white Ostara bag in hand. The smell of despair was long hung in the air. This spot was she as she touched the earth long ago was her home, in a body she once had known.

The cardinal clad in red from hood to down landed he did on a tree dead. 

In the north they gathered all the matter that mattered a storm of sand from the land a cyclone from sea engulf thee, spin and spin till your site is dim hold to the ring, y'all are gonna have to pull the string. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

How many really know what going on?

I'd say a hand full 6 fingers long. 

2024

 

2024 years later