age of superficiality

devoid

ignorant of history

age of deception

evolution

replacing biblical truth

our heritage

age of supericiality

though steeped

on ultra technology,

age of the electron

age of AI

worshipped indirectly

by the masses

we aren't just flesh

we are spirit

ever see a spirit arise from

a body?

right after death

the videos on internet

are replete with tbis

supernatural data

in this

our supernatural heritage

open your eyes

forget about the lies,

shoved down our throats,

the primordail soup,

the evolutionary

so called theory,

out of the depths

of satan's playbook

perfect to deceive

over many

year's programming,

easy to believe

. . . it takes intelligence

to build living beings

suspended planets,

stars,

hubble telescopes

microscopes,

the retina

the magnificent brain,

things unseen

the philosophies . . .

the divine creation,

you and me,

far above beyond the spun,

the twisting,

the philosophies,

the lies robbing

the truths of life,

get back to our roots,

go back to the garden of eden

original parents of all humans,

. . . adam and eve

africa

mesopotania

fertile crescent

egypt

palestione

the land of ur

israel

the bering strait, . . .

king of kings

the passion

the resurrection

the robe

the ten commandments

Jesus Christ,

Superstar,

feel him coming,

new era

right around the corner

suddenly,

Boom!

ok,

so easter aye?

well this write is inspired

by another writer on same subject

. . . i see with child eyes

purple,

the ubiquitous,

custom of thin plastic,

spaghetti tufts,

stuffed into thin wooden baskets,

painted rustic,

stripped with red,

bluish purple,

pastel hues

i see sunlight translucent

through

those purple

yes,

sunlit violet purple

piercing softly through my pupils,

to retina brain,

transcending,

into my soulish, spirit brain

those thin,

simple plastic spaghetti,

of purple tufts,

that carry me even today,

into and through,

a magical portal,

moving my spirit

into a burst of gentle,

spontaneously subtle,

inner joy,

here was

and is though brief

a place of peace,

soft and secure . . .

like a deja vu moment

a place of green,

fresh clean living grass

cool to the bottoms of bare feet

in fields of,

royal violet,

blue blended,

swirling purple hues,

spinning moments of child wonder

nostalgic seas of memories,

quiet laughter,

in search of colored,

dyed,

boiled eggs,

borne by yesterday

today,

six decades later

of muddied, muddled

life and living

blended with tints

of clarity expectation

and wonder,

dimly lit by the swiftness

of the pain passed

into this moment

of translucent easter's purple,

i see,

by eyes of faith

the eggs,

signifying the new life,

rebirth reborn,

resurrection

of Jesus king of glory

dressed in Royal robes,

Lord and Savior

of mankind

i'm done trying to count,

every grain sand

every fallen leaf,

the weight of the earth

the segments in an ant's

antennae,

done searching the cosmos,

the frailty of flesh

its short life span,

done plotting a bucket list

done living for tomorrow

today is enough

it will all end in

with countless things undone

i'm tired,

it doesn't matter anymore,

i've reached my time limit,

the end of my rope

nothing matters

but a short left stint

of opportunity

to just live,

just live and know the truth

nothing,

literally nothing

surprises me anymore,

good is good

and bad is bad

it just doesn't matter

except to bathe in good

now,

the only thing left is,

simple, . . .

i hate lies,

i hate greed,

i hate theft,

and i hate murder, . . .

i love the innocent,

like children

and animals

like pets,

. . . get my drift?

if you don't,

it's just fine,

because

i'm done

trying to convince

done trying to please anyone

except to love them

but,

only if they let me

yeah,

that's it . . .

i'm done apologizing

psycho analyzing, . .

done

except that,

if anyone comes up to me,

and really wants nothing,

just me,

my attention,

my words,

my love,

i will,

i will freely give

all of it

the thump thump

thump

the bang bang

bang

the clashing of metal

the roar of engines

big and small

the bark bark

bark

the neighbors' din

the music pollution

the unwelcomed unauthorized noise

in city

and even what is home

little wonder

no time

with mind vexation

plenty of

kills the value of

time

none much left

to pray

dr. zhivago

fatigue kicks in

mind control

frequencies

2g

4g

5g

ukraine

tunnels

biolabs

evergreen

children

can you think of

shakespeare?

harp

chemtrails

weather modification

biochem foods

fake news

regurgitated spew

gone with the wind

lonesome dove

tchaikovsky

stairway to heaven

can you pray to GOD

the creator?

road rage

open borders sabotage

ice

refund the police

defund the terror cells

antifa

fires

floods

earthquakes

tornados

maui

lahina

lasers

harp

bluebeam

drones

cdc

un

monarch

viruses

fogs

flickering lights

power grids

einstein

tesla

oppenheimer

ohio

north carolina

new york

texas

remaining

social media

can you read a great novel?

like gone with the wind

or any classic of great literature?

do you have the strength left

to meditate upon

the meanings?

world peace?

how 'bout

mental peace

i peer through

english hardwood,

walnut dark

and polished

i see through english

leather,

thick and smooth ,

satin grained,

opaque,

yet reflecting,

soft,

through velvet light

i see past it,

i see from england,

land

to

rough grained wood

that speaks

from within

who tells about

voices and lives

ingrained within

like within

a turning,

rough hewn,

calistoga wagon wheel

i see

and feel the ions,

taste them,

of iron,

cast into stoves

and plows

i see,

rough hewn,

saw milled boards,

ghost wood,

dust layered

planks,

yellow light

specks suspended

at times the white light,

its rays

like silver platinum

shine between the planks,

upon

calico skirts

and corn cob dolls

spinning looms

homespun threads

i see the beauty

of tindale

and king james'

scripture

they came,

from england blessed

. . . oh beautiful

with spacious skies . . .

i see

the old roads,

willing to take me home . . .

i see golden haired,

lasses and lads,

freckled in the sun

. . . with amber waves of grain . . .

i hear the melodies

of love

clean and pristine

to a land

returning,

then

and soon

to be the

glorious becoming,

the now

. . . with purple mountains

majesty . . .

i see

a renewal with,

ghostly forms

and voices crying,

sighing,

shouting

for deliverance

which only

he

can bring

. . . and bring

he will

though we be still

on the cusp,

on the threshold,

the brink

of disaster,

yet,

He will

intervene

and making it

good and right

even now

which you can see

if you open your spirit

eyes

. . . above the fruited plain . . .

America . . . !

I've been dreaming in full

living color

lately

i dreamed of a beauty mark,

yes,

a slight mole

on a beautiful woman's upper lip

next night i saw

a woman with a beauty mark

on her beautiful upper lip

on the t.v. screen

i saw a bill board sign the next day,

along a well known freeway

with the name louis on it in bold,

a few minutes later

while still driving

a real louis

called me

i had a premonition

the next day,

about my 13 year old dog

had to do with her health

and yes,

within the next days

following

she died

on our last trip together

we were far from home

at the same place

i met a navy man

he flew fighter jets

and military helicopters

cool man

trying to find himself

on the road

got home the next day

the t.v. shows a navy fighter pilot

looking alot like the acquaintance

been thinking alot

about mortality

short lifespan

the quickness

of the passage of time

yesterday,

before the next days came,

i pondered,

when i was young

all my loved ones once here

now gone

i'm next

i've had the prophetic

of the modern prophets,

dreams and outcomes

come to pass

signs and leads from God

affecting me

i realize

i live in an alternate

state of mind

i know many things

with not enough words to define

them

and no one to listen to me

about them

and if they did listen

they would appear to hear

they would feign,

but not understand

nor care

i remain silent

stoic

working the motions

holding my spiritual breath

invisibly,

crawling out of my tormented skin

enduring the mundane

the stupefying outcomes

of what i know

will come next

regarding human behavior

i've seen beginnings

but no ends

ends

but no beginnings

i've seen beauty beyond description

in nature

and all of creation

within my utterly limited boundaries

of observation,

wildlife and humans

with predictable repetitious endings

with seeming new

non ending repetitions

always ending

hard on my heart all this

a torment to my mind

knowing the truth is not enough

i thirst

i hunger

and invisibly cry

with mostly a deadpan look

worn on my face

all of us are running here and there

with seeming short lived objectives

non lasting fruit

next days have come

so i went to see,

carol king,

a theatre play

an unexpected friend

of a friend

named carol attended with us

another next day came

it later brought my dog's death

by stroke

as in aneurism

next night

i too

exhibited

unexpected

similar symptoms

stumbled about

having risen from bed

near mid night,

losing equilibrium

with headaches

for the next three days

following . . .

thought i was next

like my beloved dog,

but somehow,

it seemed,

four shots of jameson

y'know

the whiskey,

cured me

in the theatre,

while watching

with the carols

i looked down from a safe

and private haven

with eyes of spirit deep

unclouded by the film

of crooked,

pagan politics' stain

upon a green room stage

i saw with unblemished

eyes

and mind clear of spell

a thin man

with neck just as thin,

awful specters surrounded him

appearing in suits and gowns

applauding,

like normal humans

his bulging eyes,

straining hard

to sift,

to steal some truth

to feed concocted lies

spilling venom

from a wicked heart

from the depths

i saw arise

streams of vile

phantoms

swirling

spinning

round his head

as on the stage

of myriad lights

and cameras aimed

at his sickly jaundiced face

his words flowed

and struck the air

reverberating throughout

the webs

near and far

worldwide

some believed

others did not

with mind

and soul,

eyes wearied of lies,

i witnessed hypnotic

poison words spewed,

words to kill

and did,

and does,

the young

the middle

and the old,

while i saw him soundly sleep

upon his bed

unaffected

undaunted

unreflective

of his own mortality,

his aging skin

his greed within

upheld by world's power

gollum's breed

. . . and i wondered,

how long before,

the truth and bright,

light

of vindication,

will arise

and arouse

the slow to wake,

for angel spirits

to take,

with all his ilk,

off the illuminati stage,

and us to see,

from every rooftop,

no hidden ploys

the liberation

of the populace,

free of mind control

. . . and it will come

the expose is even now progressing

and will

come to its climactic

end

Sunlight bright

like white sharp

rays made by squinting eye

greet me through

shower window

beyond words

impossible to express

even via compressed

download files

is

are the thoughts

feelings of

he runs the universe

and all things in it

every atom

every sub atomic particle

muons, lepiquarks

and deeper still

beyond imagination

i kneel

the superficial

the digestion of food

automatic

involuntary

like

all functions

i worship

i see him

the simplicity

of the human will

take

eat

sleep

shop til you drop

today and tomorrow

rinse

repeat

LA burns

the east Freezes

volcanoes erupt

the sea rages

man sleeps

until calamity strikes

his own backyard

and even then

runs

as he should,

and then

rinse repeat

Lord

please place

in our hearts

a need for you

the page i've written about,

it has turned

after it,

many more are to come

but first the nightmare

following then the good

the exposures

will be seen worldwide

the disclosures

of those who have manipulated

behind the scenes

controlling our mind

finances

freedoms

there has been a victory

justice

like a freight train

has descended

here come de judge,

from a celestial throne

the eating of cake

will not last long

the twilight night

is to come

the remaining reptilians,

swamp creatures,

remaining

hiding

lurking

in the shadows of our political buildings,

our institutions

in secret myriad dens,

though many inhabited

by many righteous ones,

who support the love of children

and humanity,

all over the world,

those in mind control,

these types,

the swamp creatures,

will meet their demise

by the hand of mighty warriors . . .

we will see it,

both physical land ones,

and invisible mighty ones

at the behest

of the captain of the host

the Lord himself

a red sea moment,

the world,

land sea and air

will see it,

pillars of fire

ice wind

fire and quake

shaking

kingdom come . . .

this page will fully turn,

along with others

turning

turning

to the ending chapter

of this era

we have sweet respite

even in the midst of hidden dangers

for now . . .

brief /

/ / / be on the alert fellow righteous ones

friends of truth,

equity honesty and love

the hidden ones who crossed borders

they are still here and about

both sea coasts . . .

in the sky

look up

look to the one who has rescued

and will rescue us

when the curtain falls

the night will not last long,

this mid page will too turn,

at its end,

there is a wondrous epilogue

Could be chocolate,

Maybe looks

Might be something simple,

Maybe catches your eye:

“Oh damn, so pretty!”

Like someone a rival took

You want it too

You need it back

Maybe you never had it

So you just want it

Something trivial

Maybe turned to something big

Makes no matter what it is

Nothing’s hid from temptation’s

Grip

If it’s small it can change

Turn to big and appear

As she or he

Disappear and reappear

In your feet, or in your hands

In your loins or

In your heart

Temptation fills the earth

And sky

Fills all minds and

Envelopes

All living thing’s reality

Common to all humanity

Works with good

Works with gold and silver

Even dirt,

Wood or junk

Even dreams

Temptation overruns

Small minds, big minds

Brave and coward

It breeds with everyone

Little boys

Little girls

Men and women

Follows all to the grave

There’s no limit what it can do

Temptation hides when you’re awake

Growls when you’re afraid

Lulls you in your sleep

Robs you of your worth

Making you its slave

Whips you with what you crave

Rapes you repeatedly

Then mocks you with its sneer

Temptation shames you before a lover

Then entices you with her nakedness

Burns you with her scent

Tantalizes you with her lust

Pulls you with her claws

Tortures you with your own eye

Temptation catches you

With your own snare

Humiliates you

With your own pride

She will kill your family with extortion

Enslave your thoughts

Swamp mud suckin’ at your feet

Lookin’ like a clown in defeat

Thrown out into the street

For all to see your nakedness

Skeletons dancing

Leaving your closets bare

Temptation has you blushing

To the devil’ din

Pulling, tearing

Ripping, shredding

Parasitic, parallactic you

Sucks your blood

Sucks your groin

Stains you with her bile

Perfumes you with her smile

Caresses you will her silken skin

Climaxes you with her guile

Then you vomit the next day

As you reach for her another way

You stagger and you swim

In desperate efforts to win

Over her

She drags you down again

And again

She holds you there

You don’t care

You let her,

You’ve said you won’t a million times

And yet you push in again

Again and again . . . and sin

Again

Enticed again by her naked grin