Angels Envy

 

The power of God. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

The block building was copper covered to her, for it shown like gold in sun light...blinding sight in the desert.

Didache

 

Throwing pearls before swine 

This last election has been an awakening for all to See. 

Here in Colorado there was an abortion referendum to create a right to kill your child up until its birth inked in their Constitution and now the tax payers get to pay for the killing of these children. 

Did you think I would bring you Good news today? Nothing has actually happened yet. Just because a bunch of people think they won something ...I see no eggs, there for no chickens. 

The women that voted to kill their daughters babies also voted to allow men in women's sacred space. 

  

We are here to teach the young to be better than us, that they can be. Once in a moon I become flabergasted that women scream abortion instead of teaching their children to be different. They are probably scared of being called a hypocrite, and of course perhaps they are perhaps though, they can change their ways.

Welcome to Scorpio.

V da

 

7am

Between faith and optics there should be no line; not ink or dot. 

The universal church is an empty building.

21st?

11:04am

The Vanguard wrote the word in ink

5:57pm

It's starting point was awhile back...object origin, object destination 

9:22

There is an old Roman way. Never concede.

Cazimi

 

Abracadabra 

Make the word in to matter

It means open the door, every one knows this correct?

"Aleph Beit Ra Gimel X Dalet it's almost always silent Hey Ra!"

It's day five. X is not always silent. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Apophis

 

The lion stood tall, a bull with the golden halo emblazoned on his chest

Thunder roared Aeons to move

bull below, libra to the west

On a mountain top 

Constellations parked in a bear

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

I couldn't make it up if I tried. 

Sunday, The Third Day

 

She tied her black and white oxfords tightly to ground herself to terra, this old grey crow was about to upset a nest. Arms stretched from nine to three she hid one key

Practiced pirouette the green eye to the left

instead of coal 

light does reveal

three golden orbs shine through

the woman in the light brown box in red

at half past three

displayed the other key

Death slithered into the space between, a drop of water still grasped her brow, the smell of machine was an easy tel. A centurion stood to hold the way, behind him a crowd of lost souls a stray. Deaths nose did stir the scent was strong, at the Well of the Souls.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Remember, remember, the fifth of November, 

I recall those days of old

when we burned the man

and danced the can can

 

All Saints Day

 

"Bring out your dead!"

"Bring out your dead!"

"The dead have awoken!"

Spin around the clock did start a humble time at 10 til 1 

When regular normal everyday people start waking to the knowledge of everything it creates chaos

Tick took tick tock

Is this the moment the Americans wake to the truth? Did you See what happened on the Epiphany?

There is an old Finnish saying I often entertain, 'The weather is always perfect if you are dressed for it', I'm confidant I've said it wrong but you get the picture.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

X is my favorite application