I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me. Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut up her mouth upon me.
Thou which has shown me great and sore troubles, shall quicken me again, and shall bring me up again from the depths of the earth. In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
I will declare the decree: the Lord has said unto me, You are my Son; this day have I begotten thee. Now know I that the Lord saves his anointed; he will hear him from his holy heaven with the saving strength of his right hand.
I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
A Vision, an Egg, and a Song: Lord, with your very desire, your very Spirit, lift me, that I may go forward, that I may fulfill what you wish to be fulfilled – in certitude, in fortitude, in truth.
“And I, Daniel, alone saw the vision.” “[A]nd when I heard the voice of his words, then was I in a deep sleep . . ., and my face toward the ground.”
Imagine a vision (beyond sight/also tangibly experienced – where both present and past entities exist): A shining, robed group comes together in a subterranean area. As if taken there, one at the back of the gathering watches and listens. While the others stand over an alabaster casket with a hallowed form, they say “The secrets of John the Baptist are within this White Cross.” Thereafter, it was opened, and something could be heard (from beyond them): “The contents reveal to be . . . .” Next, Christ’s followers are searching on hillsides (after the resurrection), exclaiming “Jesus, Jesus” – in the air of “Where are you?” At the same time, but across from the latter, now as one traveling on a path among a small crowd of further followers, [he] relives looking just behind on a recent walk to glimpse at who was hidden, and sharing glances. Then, with a related yet distinctly different turmoil than the searchers, [he] said to another “I knew that it was Him. He told me not to say who He was.”
One may have seen (and lived) what was not meant to be spoken of. Still, through writing, there is another way. What was pictured, what was sent, what was undergone, was to be of what will be. Through this, while looking and living forward, what was shared can be shared – as a voicebeyond a tongue.
Walking alone through the desert sands
In a blinding light someone reaching out their hands
I saw the black of the midnight sky
Turning blood red right before my eyes
I’m simply mystified
A soul electrified
I feel a yearning within
As the spirit kicks in
The earth stands still as I shake Before my maker’s face
There’s no time, no space
My body elevates
I see my world collide
I feel so alive
This might be my last
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Walking on water in a raging storm
I could see the face of a man with a crown of thorns
In the distance I can hear a voice
And it’s calling me, it’s calling me
To testify No need to justify
I feel a heavenly wind
Like a breath on my skin
The earth stands still as I shake Before my maker’s face
There’s no time, no space
My body elevates
I see my world collide
I feel so alive
This might be my last
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
The earth stands still as I shake Before my maker’s face
There’s no time, no space
My body elevates
I see my world collide
I feel so alive
This might be my last
Hallelujah
This might be my last
I feel so alive
Hallelujah
This might be my last
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Throw me a penny and I’ll make you a dream
You find that life’s not always what it seems, no no
Then think of a rainbow and I’ll make it come real
Roll me, I’m a never ending wheel
I’ll give you a star
So you know just where you are
Don’t you know that I might be
Your wishing well
Your wishing well
Look in the water, tell me what do you see
Reflections of the love you give to me
Love isn’t money, it’s not something you buy
So let me fill myself with tears you cry, and why?
Time is a never ending journey
Love is a never ending smile
Give me a sign to build a dream on
Dream on…
Yeah, Throw me a penny and I’ll make you a dream
You find that life’s not always what it seems, no no
Love isn’t money, it’s not something you buy
So let me fill myself with tears you cry
I’ll give you a star
So you know just where you are
Someday, some way, you’ll feel the things I say
Dream for a while
Of the things that make you smile
‘Cause you know
Don’t you know
Oh, you know
That I’m your wishing well
Your wishing well
Your wishing well
I wish you well
I’m your wishing well
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 . . . .
Peter said to Mary, “Sister we know that the Savior loved you more than the rest of woman. Tell us the words of the Savior which you remember which you know, but we do not, nor have we heard them.” Mary answered and said, “What is hidden from you I will proclaim to you.” And she began to speak to them these words: “I,” she said, “I saw the Lord in a vision and I said to Him, Lord I saw you today in a vision. He answered and said to me, ‘Blessed are you, that you did not waver at the sight of Me. For where the mind is, there is the treasure.'”
“At that time Michael shall stand up, the great prince who stands watch over the sons of your people; and there shall be a time of trouble, such as never was since there was a nation, even to that time. And at that time … people shall be delivered, every one who is found written in. . . .
And He said unto them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called the house of prayer,’ but ye have made it a den of thieves.’ ” Matthew 21:13
Matthew 23:13
And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. Revelation 8:6
Revelation 6:11
And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, “If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God…” Revelation 14:9-10
“Follow the Apostles.” “Think not of what you will say, or do.”
And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him. And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground. Luke 22:43-44
And their eyes were opened, and they knew him; and he vanished out of their sight. Luke 24:31
And there appeared a great wonder in heaven; a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars: Revelation 12:1
Imagine:Millions of Christians (so to speak), many on television, radio, in print – claiming to have had visions, heard the voices of God and Jesus Christ – to have been moved by the actual Holy Spirit (as combined with all the latter).
Would that be a problem?
Would there be any accusations?
Why would there be any accusations?
What are among the most vile accusations – there could be?
What would be wrong – if there were?
Who questions how They choose to communicate, or when
(who questions)?
There are some things Christians should not have to hide.
Yet, why would some have to hide?
What is stronger, one minute, one moment of a Miracle
(of the Holy Spirit), or seven days of torture (afterward)? The moment[s] areForever. The torture is temporary.
What outweighs, should those days become relentless,
in correspondence – even over an entire lifetime?
There is a Promise: No matter what we face or how much we face it,
an ongoing fact of deliverance can still be lived, regardless –
for there is another life awaiting, where we are to be delivered
(from these clutches), eternally, thereafter.
Once we are born again, nothing outweighs this Truth.
So clear at the shore –
So you say.
Where have you been?
What have you carried –
All along the way?
In a past,
In a present,
How many tears were cried?
What was carried by another,
And why?
Who always watched,
While you wondered –
Where, and of what, you are?
And did you have to go –
So far?
Yes, it was a special journey,
With Answers – all along the way,
Where many new beginnings
Would always await.
So here,
You wish,
You seek,
You pray.
In a presence,
In acceptance –
You bow
And say:
Whatever You want from me –
I shall give (in any way).
Whatever You wish – I will offer,
In this, or any day.
Though I may falter, as other times – I swayed,
You have always delivered:
In the Light, your Wonder, your Keys,
Have always Saved.
For there is Heaven,
And to Thee I shall forever pray.
And every night,
And every morning,
I will seek another – Oh Holy Day.
The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness, since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—His eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.
For although they knew God, they neither glorified Him as God nor gave thanks to Him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened.
Revelation 1:8
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.
Imaginevisions, hearing, over years: there will be a renewed future. 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)
whilereaching a point where virtually everything earthly was lost: realization of fruition had not come to pass. Imagine (with the latter) not being able to see any path for it to ever be fulfilled (as now) – though at times (all along the way) occurrences were sent as a means to enhance remembrance of the original. Thereupon, imagine another one, but without specifics – and soon crying out because it still seemed absolutely impossible. Then, imagine a reply: To Believe – without knowing. . . .
We are all children of God. As was written, seek, that we may be called,
that we may become one, as sons and daughters –
as Jesus Christ our savior taught.
During and following “the cowardice of evil” (to be written), the absolute honor of perseverance ultimately prevails – where during, we continue (with promises), regardless of the most vile maneuvers, and where following, we triumph (past death). Thus, Victory is The Lord’s with One Word (context), for we rise up, over and over (aswas written), and will see a new eternity as “only the beginning.”
Imaginea (“rich”) preacher of the Gospel of Prosperity speaking down
to someone who (to his knowledge) has nothing, a poor person at the bottom of the earth who (seemingly) has never been given, or even achieved anything, a human being who (simply) must be marked to be downtrodden because he never received or found the Grace or Spirit of God and Jesus Christ, or experienced any of Their rewards. The preacher: “Oh, you poor, lost soul. You are only forsaken because you were never saved into the true light. Dear God and Jesus, I pray that this wretched, tormented waste may be forgiven. I pray that once your actual gospel is accepted by this refuse, enough money to live off the interest, a new elite-status car, a new mansion-level house, and a new model of a wife will flood into his life. May he then no longer need to be beaten into submission. May he then be welcomed – as one of us!”
The poor: “The riches I have received are more than you may ever know, for your service is to the prince itself! What do you know – of me, those like me, or those before me? Nothing! You could never know in your current vein, for your wisdom and soul has as good as been sold. Continue this path, and when we are given every treasure, you will surely see that your corruption left you with nothing. We may die, while (also) being (physically) tortured (since the most cowardly has always resorted to this). But, without ever having taken any (of your) numbers, we will live forever after – in fulfillment. For those like you, we can pray. But, once in His Judgment, there will be no sway.”
Within (through/originating from/following) Faith, there are (can be) magnitudes. Within Faith, there are (can be) Trials – of such intensity/degree that one may never have imagined them as possible (or even allowable – between or intertwined with previously known or unknown/expected or unexpected realms being crossed – while intermittently, and possibly in escalation as one perseveres, The Wordis also violated as a perverse means by absolute evil to destroy any, or all, progress/evolution).
In continuity, once we Believe, there are (can be) tiers (available) to that very existence. Once we Believe, there are (can be) wholly moving results (from ongoing advents) – which (may) arrive (each time), while its being is experienced (initially) as embraceable knowledge, as well as in multitudes of both debilitating (to death’s literal points/levels) and uplifting (forever) factors – after it becomes Fact. Once it becomes Fact, the Truth prevails.
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. . . .)
This is but one of many paramount examples (for us/to us) of models, morals, greater pictures, teaching, and of guidance (if accepted). Moreover, it was another brief (yet phenomenal) moment in the earthly life of Jesus Christ. How could a simple man have moved small and, eventually, broad masses by way of (among others) telling parables – where people were converted, (with questions regarding “mysteries,” but) without doubts, both during the actual (“noble”) hearing, as well as after (to the present day)?
Happiness, fulfillment, passion,
The exclusive,
The uplifting gifts, shared:
How can they be more than imagined –
If the past plucks, grounds us
To a plane of the never to be dared?
Believing –
In wonders,
In seeking further,
In a continuance of realizing dreams –
Indeed,
This may lead us – to everything.
Where there is hope
There can be growth,
For these are the buds that spirit wings.
Where there is a song,
There can be singing –
If we accept awakenings of chance.
Rewards are for the soaring –
As we unfold, embrace,
In another cleansing flight, and dance.
Sunrise
Bless my eyes
Catch my soul
Make me whole again
Sunrise, new day
Hear my song
I’m tired of fightin’
And foolin’ around
But from now on
Till who knows when
My sword will be my friend
And I’ll love you, love you
For all of my time
In the(opening)woods they found one, and another. Unforgiving landscapes of former trails had left them withdrawn, yet anxious – to awaken (once again). Life, in description of their past, was (partially) possible in terms of anticipating realized dreams. Then, to spite transitory evolutions, they ran through an enveloping forest – into eternal paths of embracing possibilities. Trials of time had judged, ruled, become circular fates, as if it was a natural passing of dates. Yes, theirs, “for [many] a season,” traveled darkly – while Hope, the survival key, lent shelves selfishly. Though separations (directions) had moved them among similar destinies, here, beyond the (fading) trees, they would truly meet.
It was a search (so to speak) for everlasting youth. Following, came mornings of ever-spinning truth. Two drank current instants together — conversed with the sun. And she softly questioned reason: “Of this, what will become?” He answered passionately: “Truth is forever done!” In that presence, Light shone upon reality. Cups filled with wonder; they began to reach. She smiled with the glowing (of their newfound peaks). He listened, soared, and returned – without retreat. A clearing welcomed each dawning; these paths were beyond defeat. Two (who were wandering) grew in acceptance, in fulfillment, of what (more) would (promisingly) be.
Last night was our anniversary, White Wolf.
And, last night you left this world.
It was a “Holy Union,”
Yet certain provisions never unfurled.
You were “My Everything,”
My spiritual wife,
My best friend,
All that was intertwined (and left) in my life.
Our Love will go on, forever –
Though, until I see (and hear) you again,
The eternity promised
Will never be the first day, to begin.
Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich:“Is notable for her visions on the life and passion of Jesus Christ, reputed to be revealed to her by the Blessed Virgin Mary under religious ecstasy.”
~+~ Video is in dedication to Saint Joan of Arc + Lorraine (who should be regarded as a Saint) ~^~
These passages are in love, honor, and memory of Lorraine Travis(with ongoing inspirations). She gave (and shared) some of the Greatest Gifts with me — many of which most would never believe. Respectively, if ever a (second) chance shall be given (with renewed seasons and circumstances), in turn, a sharing as much as possible with the world regarding what wholly debilitating challenges as well as infallible visionary experiencesshe went through is intended. A prayer: If I fail to do the latter, may others, collectively, or someone else, individually, be able to make this come true (in and from the Spirit). 09/23/2016
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“Being Conscious of Miracles Attracts More of Them”:From the heart of the core miracle, through each connected (or lighted) realm, there are both natural and purposely provided paths. In association, our spirits (as guided by exploring/opening minds with pristine callings) have the ability to make these journeys (in truth) – where, beyond our earthly settings, even the physical may follow through.
“‘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.’
When I was a little child,
and dwelling in my kingdom of my father’s house,
and in the riches and luxuries of my teachers,
I was living at ease.
[Then] from our home in the East,
after they had made preparations,
my parents sent me forth.
[…]
Then they made with me an agreement,
and they inscribed it in my heart so that it would not be forgotten:
“If [you would go] down into Egypt
and bring [back] the one pearl,
which is in the middle of the sea
surrounded by the hissing serpent,
then you will put on your glorious garment
and your toga which rests (is laid) over it.
And with your brother, our second in command,
you will be heir in our kingdom.”
In Robert Wright’s article, “Why ‘New Atheists’ [?] are Right-Wing on Foreign Policy,” he states, conclusively: “People are survival machines built by natural selection.” True, humans have evolved in many ways – including their Spiritual understanding. For example, interpretations and reactions relating to an out-of-body/after-death experience in 500 B.C. would most likely differ essentially from those in the 21st century. Let’s say the occurrence was one where (after dying) an individual went up/out (per our cognizance level), and arrived at the feet of a large (Lincoln Memorial-size) entity sitting on something like a throne. Immediately thereafter, the traveler started to smile, while suddenly feeling an onset: overwhelming senses of cleansing purity – and Home. Then, just before going further, toward what was expected (like it had happened before), he heard a loud voice say “Go Down.” Thoroughly shocked, the individual fell a long distance (without knowing why), eventually (after earthly clouds) approaching a Lake of Flamesas wide as a StarredCity. And finally, the (spiritual) person held back from screaming – until hitting those flames. What took place afterward could not be remembered upon coming back to (this) life. In 500 B.C., it might have been seen as unrealistic ranting from a nightmarish dream, or even an omen, relative to then-current mythology. To others, it may have been taken as a Vision, like certain stories considered for (and included in) the Bible. Through the 21st century, with distinct knowledge of The New Testament andJesus Christ(as well as contexts relating to “A History of Heaven: Journeys to Heaven”), one could also interpret/react as if the occurrence was actual, and a Gift(though profoundly disturbing) – since (this not being a focus of foretelling) a return (Deliverance) was possible. Most important, there is considerable doubt that the experience by way of an atheist (then or now) would leave him/her denyingGod’s Existence.
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