Emitted Light

 

12

4

8

3,4,8

Escape the 8

12:45

kaf mem yod khaf 

I read the white paper through a different kind of screen

there is submission on a mountain something in the air you choke on your words

When in should be

kaf mem yod bet

there is submission on a mountain top something in the air here is a safe place

as I read the crystal computer screen 

the sound of sharp f's hung in the air

emitted light deep thunder

I know it sounds like gobledygook 

I choose Hakka next

Line languages are much more fun when you know how to read them

Reflected light however is stable and always steady depending on the day and the hue

The Churches

 

2025

I read a post by someone saying the churches need to step up and help the ‘homeless’. This person obviously never saw a leader ‘minister’ speak boldly in front of a city saying they need to do the job of fixing the problem while the city councils, mayors, district attorneys, and governors put in place orders to let the criminals and murders out on the streets so law abiding citizens can be tormented with unruly crime. While the ‘minister’ of some Protestant church hangs rainbow flags preaching all sorts of words easy to be trashed. 

Meanwhile there were government coups all over the world against citizens as citizens on the streets are assaulted by those that care not for civilness. 

Those that implemented and emboldened mass bad behavior, masks and jabs, judges and politicians, administrators of nothing but bad ideas where they work against those that want real life to begin again have not been held accountable. It’s the religion of the left and their churches that impose evil ideas on weak minds.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story 

2027

The artificial often quadruped for ease of movement joined with a spine like joint system that could twist and turn in almost any direction with also four arms to multi physical task with eyes everywhere and nowear and a sonar vibration joined together by an octobot system.

The woman cloaked in a stolen golden halo heard the knock knock knock on the metal door. Then the library of time stood still and the will of the left hand of God came around the mountain with smoke thrushed round. 

The green witch grew close with the air and the sound she traveled through ether everywhere and abound. Into the machine she flew swimming against a tide of an electric hue. She stretched herself beyond the timelines of a you to take control of the beast Shhhh gimel hi. 

Homoousios

 

There we were in Cappadocia, by any other name, walking in the old foot paths of the old reverberation through time. Hear the ancient words a story they would make true an agenda already set to hide the all matter to only the few. Deep in the caves hidden away.

You see mind me the trespass, the council session from then till now were predetermined behind closed doors, but meander there in the room and glean their true thoughts. Through action and deed not a word do they heed, no truths told, no good deed. Old family lines should start to plead. While I say to you this I do mean from the council of Nicene to your local city council all to the council of great nations they be, predetermined until they are not. 

You have to go back to the very old ways, so mote it be. 

A Pattern of Life

Scenes molded together, endings and beginnings some hot some cold the in between with the soft flow where it stops some do know. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

I think it was 1976 my mother had drawn a portrait of the Sultan so the computer (I always thought was French Canadian-they have a fierce independent streak)  French Canadian guy inputted it into his computer, and poof there it was up on the screen, like magic. I would imagine today if it was his birthday, the Sultans face would be lite up by way of drones, the pretty ones not attack ones. 

Deep learning to the tenth…OOOOOM

I have the most magical book in my hands.

Royal Kingdom

 

The smoke billowed and streamed consciousness meandered and gleaned. Her ankles not be seen all dressed in evergreen not to be noticed on the wall in the golden room. 

3:33

All that’s wanted is to river and rightfull share of the Black Sea. OTAN beware the eagles eyes are with the bear. 

Coins to trade and coffers were made.

3:38

There once was a woman that new love beyond all of thee gifts of life tenderly handed she had refused the handmaids gift of a womb but she knew others would be in the need of her love one day.

3:54

I’m reading the white paper

3:57

“My mother and father came from places with horse drawn carriages, have seen the great might of the mind to build bombs and now we move in to a future that most can’t imagine…”

Iconאclast

 

I thought it would be a different as the national guard is called out and ICE takes to the roads to round up the pawns. There was a time in the 70s when Cuba opened up its criminal cages and sent the criminals with a trip to the shores of the U.S.A. This time criminals got an all expense paid vacay to the good ol US of A. 

Another thought along the same pace sometimes when curvature is different than normal (or I might even use the them average) it’ll mess up a bioscan.

They are using retina scanners all over now. When you know, you know. 

How we see things from different perspectives within our minds eye is a bioscan. If told you dis<cern>ment was not something most have you would think, ‘not true I discern well’ almost everyone thinks they are a good driver. Discerners are learners and hard to be taught, like trying to measure a curved line out of sque. 

It was only in the 1800’s when a group of control freaks got together by their own consent and marked down how English words spelling would be counted. Here nor there it makes a difference when reading natural spells. 

Not everyone can see into rooms they are not in but some people can do maths, which in truth sorcery it be. In line letter learning how deep the stories go. 

Everything around is all planned out.

Star Date: Full moon of Augest

 

Random people are being targeted by strangers for no reason other to kill and maim. 

Specific people are being targeted by the connected for reason that specific people kill and maim.

Every day normal people go about their business of crossing t’s and dotting eyes making sure not to make a sound of what they see all around.

Civil war is an odd thing when you are deep within as invaders you find were bused in by the nines. Tax dollars captured and then sent to wage war on civilians that were the only ones that paid. 

Cancers are growing not just in the bodies but also of the souls of the higher than they think the mighty as they believe to be taking out old souls. 

A civil(ian) war…

A religious war…

Tariff wars are the first signs of paper wars

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.