Two Ways

 

As I read and I listen, as I watch all around, I see the new old ways tumble to the ground. Old heads unearthed, larger than life which were buried within sight. There you build stone upon stone binding their talisman then cover it with water for setting stone on fire just makes it harder. 

As I read and I listen, as I watch all around, I see the new old ways tumble to the ground. There were once two ways, when idols were propped up and one God was not seen as the way, sacrifices of children almost always the first born, were live well and back again fighting for an evil war. There once were two ways, where Good walked along with evil, trying to straighten the way, a Good clear path, the heavenly way. No sacrifice needed but drop seeds in your wake, but live amongst evil they did, no choice was there's it was man made. 

As I read and I listen, as I watch all around, I see the new old ways tumble to the ground. Old words released, floating in the air, there's more to be gotten when you breath in Gods Good breath.

Angels of war, much gratitude to you. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Today is Michaelmas, that was once celebrated by our founding fathers, they did not celebrate Christmas, alas that is the pagan way. 

It's getting worse 'out there', the dumbing down of almost everyone and everything. Also the bot farms are out of control.

There is a lot of made up trash out there that people believe, old ways and new ones...they're going to have to go further back.

And for some odd reason the geese are flying north.