Dreams Become A Better Reality… In Contrast To Night Sweats.

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Wonderfully drawn explanations and guidance to the wells, rivers and towns found in the Bible; for directions to the mountain, through the valley, that leads, to the roots of a tree in the garden; the one on the way through steps to get to heaven.

I recommend this read for all creatures created and led to feed off Jesus. Drink the blood and don’t miss what it reveals about God & Lord; being Love and sacrificing that Spirit, for us. It was our sin nature, cunning capitalism and for our lack of attention, to details. A mad scientist revealed.

Only 5 known senses? No spidey or esp sense of Love? Doesn’t the sun rise and set on the just and unjust? Does Love give freely and take a punch? Come back for more when we need it… Just cause it Loves us? Does Love have to like us? Can you make Love you?

I came to know through Jesus… The story preserved in mud and spit.

I do not like how our faith has led us, as a whole. Look at us all pledged under God. Divided. Not one house with plenty of rooms. We miss the most important Word… Love. That could actually unify us all. All of creation. All things possible. We can each have an undeserved room and enough bounty to live as we were created to exist.

What’s my name? Is what he said. Then they wrestled. I did the same later, when I had to ask him, again. Babes, come in to this world and know nothing, but an essence of Love. Instinctively. We start in kindergarten. I contritely re-enrolled and you can too!

We corrupt the kids, starting in school. With our stories still beholden, just a little. Sell it to me! All of it. Get naked, fetch my water! Seek truth with me. I’m jealous. Tenacious Don’t let go. Contracts null and void for reality, everyone falling short. We can start fresh like a prince, ask Will.

The Spirit, or Angel from heaven, said, then we broke bread and drank Rhine wine. I woke up at the bottom of the mountain, of broken glass bottles; with no idea how I got there. Just a sea of people before me, staring; alien to me. Well done, I thought, before they clocked me.

At first it seemed, they were giving me a cloak or a blanket. All peaceful like. Eventually the truth prevailed. Like they said it would. Testifying to me, said they were witnessing a miracle, if they could save me, from myself. Then sent a bill with figured interest and a due date? What is Love, I pondered, as I went to work, generating tribute, for the man. On credit for ways and means.

As I witnessed this, before my very eyes, it occurred to me; I could introduce them to Love for All Creation. I was excited, or rather feverish, with the revelation.

However, they were busy sharing in the idea for another’s glory. Only women & minorities suffering for rights in America, prior to being pledged under God, by a sub-organization of multiple denominations. They just couldn’t come to agreement; with the spirits between them. Banging cymbals & shouting words of wisdom for them. Creating more confusion about what Love is.

Maybe their ears hear something else, I wondered. Maybe their spirit needs something else. Only Love can give. Wasn’t that the point? Why we paid the tithes & taxes? Give our first fruits and/or our discretionary energy?

For guilt trips, in the end, they became my bounty. He said. For it came to me by, in, through and for the pleasure of the one who sent me. You can’t guess who that is. It’s unknowable, isn’t it? Unfathomable, wonderful and majestic. And All things, known and unknown. to humans. Aren’t we all aliens to this by now?

If we manifest our own realities, with secret knowledge, your aware of; I’m concerned for your heads and hearts. Look around. We send our kids to war fighting over money, in disguise of the need to protect ourselves. Round and round we go in the ring. I’m told football in America is worth the risks to head injuries and ligaments. As long as we follow, best practices.

Have you broke enough bread to go set the captives free? Drop table scraps and speak in foreign languages? Stretching ourselves beyond imagination? I just want to remind us… all things are possible. Dreams become a better reality? If you manifest for that, in secret, over gaining the world for you and your nation or tribe over mine. Tax me twice? I know… I love you too.

One thing you can count on 99.99% of the time? What is a critical spirit, Alex.

Now I understand… why Love created Satan for us… Reading Job.

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