Well I think it’s time to get ready To realize just what I have found I have lived only half of what I am It’s all clear to me now
My heart is on fire My soul’s like a wheel that’s turnin’
As a meditation (as in Psalms): Imagine being moved to such an extent that you created this song – as a reflection and an offering. Imagine singing it (in spirit) – before God’s presence (where only a few words changed). If so, how far could one be lifted? If so, how far could one be gifted? Sending songs – and receiving songs: Imagine. It was not only then; it can also be now.
What is “oneness” without [a] spirit? What is “oneness” without [a] God? If the two are not brought together, as “one body,” as written, how fulfilled should one become? Yes, one could find complacency without the whole. But, why “enslave our consciousness” (and our selves) with imposed limits – instead of opening further doors to infinite awakenings? Does one want to embrace the (supposed) “Big Bang” of scattered nothingness, or a (promised) “Eureka!” of immeasurable awareness?
SPIRIT
Atheists and “true spirituality”: In this area, they will always fall short of beginning to touch upon the (actual) reality of Spirit (holy or otherwise). Why? If one purports to advocate (preach) about truths wherein the author/speaker has walled off acceptable conclusions, as a chosen path, how much moving validity would be forthcoming for the audience? Example: Denigrating and equating Jesus Christ’s teachings with the evils of the 1% modern elites exposes a total lack of learned discovery and literally experienced relativity, as opposed to what becomes known as facts, through tangible revelations, by Christian leaders. Whom would we prefer to listen to and/or follow? One who has (actually) lived corresponding subjects? Or, one who criticizes matters from only having read about them – where believing in any core precepts was never even considered as an opening? The latter leads to further exhortations which share halting blindness. Whereas, the former leads to further growth (which is continual) of overall possibilities (within and without).
TESTAMENT
“If you’re having trouble interpreting a particular Bible verse, it’s because the correct interpretation is ‘This is an ancient document authored by confused men whose words have no relevance to my own experience.'”
Re: “If you’re having trouble interpreting particular Bible verse[s] [as an atheist], it’s because the [various] interpretation[s]” are, of course, beyond your allowable perceptions of discernable realities. The related “ancient document[s] [were] authored by [clearly inspired and touched] men” who were moved undoubtedly by spiritual callings. Consequently, and of course, again, “[those] words [would] have no [embraceable] relevance [within your current void of holy] experience[s].”
“Because seeing they do not see, and hearing they do not hear, nor do they understand.”
After many infallible/undeniable miracles: Jesus answered them, “Do you now believe?“
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
I caught sight of my reflection
I caught it in the window
I saw the darkness in my heart
I saw the signs of my undoing
They had been there from the start
And the darkness still has work to do
The knotted chord’s untying
They’re heated and they’re holy
Oh they’re sitting there on high
So secure with everything they’re buying
In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman
And the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
We wanted the union
Oh the union of the woman
The woman and the man
My grip is surely slipping
I think I’ve lost my hold
Yes, I think I’ve lost my hold
I cannot get insurance anymore
They don’t take credit, only gold
Is that a dagger or a crucifix I see
You hold so tightly in your hand
And all the while the distance grows between you and me
I do not understand
At my request, you take me in
In that tenderness, I am floating away
No certainty, nothing to rely on
Holding still for a moment
What a moment this is
Oh for a moment of forgetting, a moment of bliss
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I can hear the distant thunder
Of a million unheard souls
Of a million unheard souls
Watch each one reach for creature comfort
For the filling of their holes
In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman
And the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
We wanted the union
Of the woman and the man
The blood of Eden keeps running through me
running through my veins
The blood of Eden keeps rushing through me
Till I’m sure there’s none that remains
The blood of Eden keeps running through me
running through my veins
The blood of Eden keeps running through me
Till I’m sure there’s none that remains
In the blood of Eden
We’ve done everything we can
In the blood of Eden
Saw the end as we began
With the man in the woman
And the woman in the man
It was all for the union
Oh, the union of the woman, the woman and the man.
Hebrews 11:7 By faith Noah, being divinely warned of things not yet seen,
moved with godly fear. . . .
Hebrews 11:12 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
Hebrews 12: 2 Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith. . . .
Acts 1:3 Infallible Proofs (2/1: Singing . . . a Miracle.) (2/8: Key, . . . on the outside of. . . .)
Our roots drink from a soil of renewed casting;
Drunk (in a past),
Yet soon to be fulfilled (everlasting).
Our trunks are girded with layered shields –
Armored, that we may weather this ground
(As beacons among fields).
Our branches are gifted as arms –
Reaching up and out;
Stemmed, intricate connections overcome all drying doubts.
Our leaves provide an enveloping canopy
(Where rain kisses these lips).
Veins flow in unison –
Accepting and open to all quenching tips.
This body prepares us for answers –
Of what will be sent;
Wholly planted, we shall share in reasons –
Of what the stages meant.
The Sun leads us through seasons –
Of sustenance, growth, thirst.
Light, that we may seed, shines evenly –
So the last may become first.
A cycle gives us chances to discover
An abundance of everything in need;
Eventual to a pattern –
Within time is a setting – Where those called shall be freed.
Daniel 12: 2 And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.
Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close,
I heard a voice Standing stretching every nerve I had to listen had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom, boom “Son,” he said, “Grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.” (Hey back home) To keeping silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
“‘I saw the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. 26 Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will live in hope, 27 because you will not abandon me to the grave, nor will you not let your Holy One see me decay. 28 You have made known to me the paths of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence.’
Here:
Eternal eyes welcome passage. Here is Truth.
Open with care, that which is naked (as hearts).
Once embraced,
Why must certain invitations tear those apart?
Now: Chance, choose, while dreams arise (in destinies). Now is the time.
Search, as told to seek;
If one’s soul accepts,
The Guidance will be complete.
Where: Revolutions of spheres spin distinction; Where intuition speaks,
There is direction.
Lines are often drawn –
As intrinsic Art paints triads of reflection.
Then:
Awakenings answer absolute wondering. Then, there is belief.
No longer wander beneath purity, light.
The journey arcs in ascensions;
Elation takes flights.
Here is the truth that invites. Now is the chance to realize. Where is the Art that replies? Then is the answer to the search (for what guides).
Desperation shows its ugly face in many ways
No one can escape the times we live in
The answers are so simple
And we all know where to look
It’s easier
Just to avoid the question
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