With words inscribed all over space and time a prayer it is, an ask and a thank you from a lowly servant to the greatest high above.
And with this comith once some more what looks like magic, erasure of the power of some words.
the horse men comith from the river under the earth
and Death whispered, "Go through the door and see what happens."
"...but you have to follow the a way"
Be still and listen
One day I'll tell you a story about numbers divisible by seven
The discussion of late
was that of an impersonal one
"of course a cartoon is an impersonal persona of God's delight"
no charm do we find in a simulacrum of beauty
by a talentless hack
Can you sing two sounds at once
One high, one low reaching above and below
calling forth Gods winged creatures
Smoke before your eyes
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Long ago there were many of many different kinds of God's creatures which humans could see and hear here on Terra. Then one day Reason arrived from an inner place of pride where there could not possibly be a better pace, that which was set by the human race. Then some where all in step the human race lost their sight till surprise there was a bright big light to shine the way.
Not 'Luce', that trash is not the way to a God good ordered life under the eyes of God.
The half globe of dew on the blade of grass reflected the early morning pink hued light until her bare foot treaded the misty grass path. The misty grass path wound in spirals crossing here and there, sometimes you could jump some rocks or a stream and cut your way through, but clean dew grass new the way.
The old black crow from way above circling around in the umbra of a cloud, watched below as all the stories did unfold.
The squirrel had its back turned, the white tailed rabbit peeked out the spy hole hidden in the tree stump of the olive tree on the misty grass path.
the clock rang five though it was 9
how to tell time in a spiral lines
The clock strike three at eleven
clang clang on the coffee mug
along clang on the coffee mug
clang clang on the coffee mug
Scottish hound are on the way
one mother coffee soon to be fixed
another down a sunder next in line
little white tailed rabbits have many places with which to play
they borrow and seek that which has seeped
when they being their lift through the smoke
into the haze of the day
they jump and they sway
let your minds eye follow
the rabbits foot
Looking through the umbra of time
the spot of the ink
that seeps through the lines
folds of the fabric stained with the lies
Old is the place
her chair empty
as it waits
fractors of moments
gather in line
one by one is many as is one
froths of fog arrive
7:41 am
Did you hear the howl, I heard the owl, the crash through the bramble time is about to tumble
Gregory XiV
8:14
Did you look up and See it? Or did you see a distraction?
9:41
They say unto you on this sun day perhaps a bit more light to shine in front you.
3:41
She put her feet with the black and white oxford shoes that grounded her to terra tied tightly to her feet and moved through the doors.
4:14
A drop of water above her brow she flowed over the floor of the crushed tarazzo ground below.
Tea
Sugar
A DdraHEm
if you know what I mean.
Tsadhe
what is a zero but before or after here we go a revelation in your mind we are after
portals...
Christmas Eve st Peters basilica
Dec 26, feast of St Stephen, Ribibbia prison
Dec 29, Basilica of St John
Jan 1 St. Mary Major in Rome
Jan 5 Papal basilica of St Paul
to be bricked shut the 6th, the Epiphany
'
Where all is bare for thee to See
here We are
season of the sticks it be
Fur at her feet the old witch crow felt the water on her brow as she flowed through the window, recalling a time which was to be in a future and a past that always was, cyclical as is nature she moved her circles around and around, she spun them through the air.
...
"Can we keep that stick?"....She spoke firmly while continuing to sweep the dirt from the ground as she looked around; she didn't want to be the final say but she knew the history of that stick, the smooth feel of loving care to not splinter and wound with freckles from time gone, which it whispered for only the small ears to hear. One last time she swept this place to make new for a youthful view.
Watching her husband peruse the fishing polls in front of him, she knew the dilemma, "Fishing polls don't go bad." She had come from an old line of fisher women and didn't think a corner with sticks was out of place.
"knock, knock, knock on wood and See do I detect a pixie here to help her be", the old witch crow spoke to the old cabinet that was to be left behind...she swept the old out ready for the new and different...maybe one day that cabinet would sparkle in the day. That cabinet, that knew how to stay behind and become more, for some else, an old hat doing an old magic job.
She hollered to her husband, "Keep that broom if it's a good one", good tools are good tools, even if you think, 'it's just a broom'., and sometimes let it stand a tall to watch...
They folded the magic carpet that had traveled from here to there, around the world and back again, some in between and many feet did it steed. One day it would be, a place in the clouds, where the gods would tread their feet amidst their midst.
one down
Alhamdulillah
He amassed the mountain to move across land to meet her on the other end of time, his pale steed the one that moved matter through space. She took the fast horse, pale of colour to speed the way to a blue shift future as she gathered the wind at her bey.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
The stick made the pile with the fishing polls too, along with the brooms that clean the dregs from your rooms.
The Catholic Church is dead.
God is in not your building or a group of men, or women; God is all.
Anywhooooo
The Jubilee do you know what it be? A year of forgiveness for all of their sins, Old book stuff, every 50 years and some 500 too, go look up the thing, start on page one and then read all the other books too. What calendar are they looking at when they say forgiveness every 50year per the book and then the Pope (of which I remind you they were just a bit once Two) says forgiveness on a 25, I don't math well but I'm not a moron. Anyway, there is a huge gay movement in the Catholic Church and they just won along with the other heathens.
What is it they are looking for forgiveness for because that plus movement sterilizes children as it chops off healthy tissue molding a Frankenstein not a shun for true? If it's forgiveness too late for the sun showed me full to the west at this morn when X marked the spot.
I saw this YouTube video of this young handsome catholic priest and he quoted and encyclical of a past pope as his fast stop, but alas go a bit more back and you can See where the takeover would be.
Please forgive my odd way
words the old ones flow
from below
it'll be us against them
don't ya know
They want you to forget what they did, that virus they released on your mind, body, and soul, your future up ended, your children's lives they really don't care for. They removed your agency and then said, 'we didn't mean it', or 'we were scared' as they imprisioned the world in a hold. Well, in the erasure of the nose as was foretold and ignored by those who know, I don't know how it will go but something must give because what has and is happening. I say the things that are happening that they want you to ignore. So many resets they want to be, great and small and evil deeds too, no price on earth do they want to pay. Here is a solid for you, the little mans dollars debts and debts to others are those forgiven? or just the ones they* want undone? My Goodness gracious I know what to make of this.
X
Gia Cardi
Earthly care taker to God's children
Alhamdulillah
There is a place where the Angels wings break out in fire, an open sky temple with alter table from stone of the earth where the martyred are recalled on a path to it all. Where She waits, I don't know the date.
Long live Rome,
it isn't a city just you See.
There she was underground at the base of the mountain town so to be nothing to see that what was is going to be into smoke into know the future we will grow flying high no tether now free for flight she's gonna get you now.
U.S. vs Skmetti will be heard today at the Supreme Court. Tennessee vs the Biden administration. The argument is easy, the United States Federal government is telling Tennesseeians that they are not allowed to have a Good moral community that says "No!" to the horrific practices of 'transing children'.
If you ever got in an argument with me and said, "it's the same as 'gay' back in the day" (SO to Speak), you are a fucking moron, you are scum of this earth.
She peered into the Stone of Alexandria
and saw the white door
with an electric lock
that doesn't even need a knock
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
In short hand the Book of Macabees would be a great read about now...
Time is cyclical
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
The old black crow heard the doors opening and closing all around her
The sun beamed in to her skin
Low on the horizon
Everything is moving
east, west, north, south, circles, spirals
heat gets turned up
the friction of everything spinning a way
it opens doors and pathways
into a sunder it dwells down under
a crag on the mountain tops
another does take flight
