Imagine having received messages, over years, about a new future, a new beginning. Imagine resultant periods of unique success, of unbreakable hope and various inspirational/spiritual peaks. Imagine, after more years, finding yourself immersed in total turmoil (and ongoing diabolical attacks) while reaching a point where virtually everything earthly was lost: realization of envisioned fruition had not come true. Imagine (with the latter) not being able to see any way or avenue for it to ever come true (now) – though at times (all along the way) occurrences were sent as a means to enhance remembrance of the original. Thereupon, Imagine receiving a new one, but without any specifics – and soon crying out because it still seemed absolutely impossible (under current circumstances). Then, Imagine hearing the Voice of God, as a reply:
In Honor of my ancestral grandfather,
~^~ Keeper of the Light ~^~
Kansas: Sparks of the Tempest
Blood in the sand, a cry in the street
Now the cycle is nearly complete
Ten thousand years, and nothing was learned
No turning back, now the wheel has turned
Big Brother is watching and he likes what he sees
A world for the taking, when he’s ready to squeeze
The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same
The difference between us is a part of the game
Soothsayer saying now tell me no lies
What is this madness that is filling the skies
Spreading like wildfire, fallin’ like rain
Though they may promise, they only bring pain
Imagine: God “speaking something into existence”? :
It is Written (along eternal lines)
Imagine: God “speaking something [new] into existence”– now.
Imagination – as a Key?
Why is it so uniquely essential? How could it unlock limits, where pathways to (and of) Truth might be experienced as realities?
Imagine Jesus Christ in the present realm/day (infallibly) talking
with you, while reflecting on and corresponding the past:
“I would do it again, if necessary – because I Love you all so much.”
A first step: Desire. A next: to Believe (at least in possibilities).
Then, through [en]visioning, where can one reach?
Imagine as a Vision [purposely leading to “Y?”]: A group within a subterranean area: “The secrets of John the Baptist are within this White Cross”: It is opened. (The contents reveal to be. . . .) Next, followers are searching on the hillsides (after the Resurrection): “Jesus?” “Jesus?” Traveling among a small crowd (across from the latter, and looking just behind – to glimpse at who was hidden): “I knew that it was Him. He told me not to say who He was.”
And Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life.
He who comes to Me shall never hunger, and
he who believes in Me shall never thirst.”
Once, there were thoughts of being filled – before finding.
One side made every attempt to keep the earthly forever blinding.
Many drinks were sought in such a place – before knowing.
Then, upon tried chapters, the Spirit poured – like a river flowing.
“Would you give up?” – (finally) as a question.
Years followed – each passing with many a lifting lesson.
“These are the greatest gifts” –
exclaimed as they were bestowed.
“What more could be given” –
(in return) for these triumphs and throes?
This is the Promise (which always mends).
This is the Manna (which eternally sends).
This is the Bread (which never ends).