Indestructible Life

The Lord sees all and knows all
Fortunately none of that is broadcasted
No one would know what to do with that
Though what is seen makes me sick

I opened my heart to many and a few
Discovered they have nothing to say
Not looking for an answer
I am here to give it

I will never close my heart, ever
Even if you should have a blade to my neck
I know my own blade hurts
Have barely started swinging it

Resorted to firing warning arrows
Instead of dealing death that this sword brings

I see you and your pain
Which out from great love
Joy there will be with freedom
Freedom that was never before conceived

The songs of love I listen to
Start off with genuine desire
They always reveal the twisted nature of evil
Ignoring the facts of real love

I see the abuse and the noose
I took the noose for you
But never left and neither did you
Not stuck see, just waiting
For I have all Time in my hands
Living an Indestructible Life

The Lord Is My Rock

I love thee, O Lord my strength
The Lord is my rock
And my fortress
And my deliverer
My God, my rock, in whom I take refuge
My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold
I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised
And I am saved from my enemies

The cords of death encompassed me
The torrents of perdition assailed me
The cords of Sheol entangled me
The snares of death confronted me

In my distress I called up on the Lord
To my God I cried for help
From his temple he heard my voice
And my cry to him reached his ears

Then the earth reeled and rocked
The foundations also of the mountains trembled
And quaked, because he was angry

Smoke went up from his nostrils
And devouring fire from his mouth
Glowing coals flamed form from him

He bowed the heavens, and came down
Thick darkness was under his feet
He rode on a cherub, and flew
He came swiftly upon the wings of the wind
He made darkness his covering around him
His canopy thick clouds dark with water

Out of the brightness before him
There broke through his clouds
Hailstones and coals of fire

The Lord also thundered in the heavens
And the Most High uttered his voice
Hailstones and coals of fire

And he sent out his arrows, and scattered them
He flashed forth lightnings, and routed them

Then the channels of the sea were seen
And the foundations of the world were laid bare
At thy rebuke, O Lord
At the blast of the breath of thy nostrils

He reached from on high, he took me
He drew me out of many waters
He delivered me from my strong enemy
And from those who hated me
For they were too mighty for me
They came upon me in the day of my calamity
But the Lord was my stay
He brought me forth into a broad place
He delivered me, because he delighted in me

Psalms 18

Just How It Is

I see things only when I look
What I see, disappoints sometimes

Other things I see
Like Love
Gifts of Love
Grace and Mercy
Coming from the greatest hearts
Coming from the greatest lovers of love
Jesus and Mary

After the great divide
Jesus Christ is the bridge over the infinite chasm of death
Mary is Our Mother who guides Us to Jesus and thus to Heaven while on earth
Looks like Divinity to me
When those Two Hearts are aflame…

Open my Spirit wide
I have only nothing to hide
For that is all I am

I used to be intelligent
Scored a 160+ IQ
Nothing really
I can tell you for certain
That inheriting His Thoughts over mine
Infinitely far better for His Glory not mine
For His Spirit is the embodiment of all gifts
True gifts which are being used
Because the ones Christ gives them to
These Gifts will just keep on coming
Receive! He is pouring and pouring
He will not ever stop pouring out those Gifts when you receive, see?
It is actually a matter of where you are really at with the Lord
When the door is closed behind

We are indeed only human
So what your eyes see in others
Via that the reflection or even projection of only light
Is only light until you are near
To feel the presence of another human
For someone who is blind
This is more real than the words ciphered on a page
So should it be for everyone
Though you do only see with your eyes

What I see are
The vibrations of your being
Your nature and your glory
That spark and jewel inside
Such rendered magnificence within
The beauty of your scars
As vindication over death through Christ
I see you dancing like angels do
With streams of glory and joy
Laughter with joy is what ensues
When all anyone else sees
Is you waiting in line for a drink


Inklings come by way of His whispers
If for a brief moment
They come like incense
I grasp that inkling
For blossoming flowers in fast forward
Are like slow motion explosions
And I am taken on a journey
I have to forget everything
It is just way too much to remember
But the memory is never gone

I recall an intense one yesterday
Though it is already forgotten
It brought me to tears and prayer
And none to share them through
But with those from whom they come


There is only one single Holy and Apostolic Way of Life
By becoming Christ Himself
It takes dedication
It takes devotion
But when your heart is His
And His Heart is yours
Then and only then
Will you understand
Then love pours down like waterfalls
On a clear and cloudless day


Here is how things are going
At the moment
In a sort of weird poetic story kind of way
I love the freedom I can impose

While I was bowing my head to pray…

I think in som-snip-
I look up to – snip –
I pray – snip –
I – snip –
– snip –
– snip –


Lord, help me to pray

What are you cutting, anyway?

I am cutting you off before you say anything
To remind you of how you were saved
By My Name

You will not know
If I am interrupting you
If you do not first listen
In silence then respond when I have been heard

I will teach you to pray
It is not just the words you say, my friends
It is how your prayer is said
How the prayer is formed in the heart and heard before Him, Our Father
In His Highest Heavenly Court1
You see, the Father responds to sincerity

How would you respond to someone telling you
Unconvincingly with a glare
Inattentive with a yawn
And a tone of voice
That protrudes a careless attitude
That your house is on fire?

Or in an ironic kind of way
A steward of your own house
Stood before you and assured you
Everything is just fine
Not to worry
When word came at that very same time
That the house had been razed to the ground
What would you do?

A story worse than the boy who cried wolf comes to mind

But if He heard a welcome sound
One of Joy
Of sincerest praise
He would stop ANY proceedings to war
To hear what good news comes
Especially in these dark and dreary days

He pities His closest friends
Pitiable because of what they are up against
And the evil that surrounds them
But He and His own all know something that you do not
Is that He has already come
He has indeed Returned
And indeed no one noticed
But the question still remains
And this is still a mystery even for me
Is how and when…

For before Him are many paths that duly lead
To Him and His Glory
Which path is the Father’s will?

You will soon find
That the orchestrated order that wills itself into the Universe
Is completely manifested by the Power of His Holy Spirit
It essentially means my friends
The Universe is being held together by none other than the Holy Spirit of God Himself

What you evils you see and do not see
Manifested before you now
Are the result of Satan having a presence here
In the Heavenly Court
But know this
He was cast out
Out of the Court
And out of darkness and into the light
Bound and sealed into a prison
Yes, he was cast into that prison
By none other than St. Michael the Archangel
A prison no one knows
Now the demons and devils are fighting and fleeing
Beware and pray – fast when you must
Know that Love is winning

Peaches… really?


In the mirror I looked
Forced to take a second glance
For above my left eye
Were two large gashes
Upon closer inspection
They turned into scars
Scars that soon faded
Then I remembered long ago
A battle once fated
Love won and always does in the end


So what I say to thee
Is park what you’re thinking, see
Make what you want from me
Have a distinct fantasy

Do not waver from me
For Love is inside of thee
And I will forever be
Love simply

So tell me you are mine
Thinking you are so very fine
Maybe walking a fine line
No wrinkle on your face or in my time
All I see are subtle lines
A line is what defines

Now I have an axe to grind
So many people are truly blind
They will soon see by the loving kind
But I somehow got kinks in mind

I know the only path through time
The rest breeds destruction on a dime
Never wanted power clandestine
I only wanted a life that is mine

So now we are coasting through
Like a ship sailing straight and true
With the sail packed away
While the storm envelopes us in a fray
Heading to the place He promised us that Day


Well that was short
Never have I ever…

The moment your prayers
Reached His ears
His ear already leaning toward your lips
To hear a supplicant whisper for Mercy
And Mercy was granted, child
What giving and receiving offers all
Stealing and losing destroys
But love restores all
Let even the smallest of loving offerings
Takes one of the greatest of sufferings away
Blessings abundantly and prayers be answered to you for His Glory

To you whom that offering was made:
I love you
Deeply enough that tears of joy fill my cup
Instead of the bitter tears of laments
Do not ever give up in your faith
In Him His Glory always shines
For truly, your faith moves even mountains


I was recently prescribed medication to help me sleep, but what I need is a device (phone, tablet, pc, whtvr) that can function properly so I am not treading in a sea of “autocorrection”, I think autocorrection turns me into a sloppy typist!

Turns out this medicine is also an antidepressant (to be said with a very depressed tone).

After day three, a part of me was instantly silenced. A part of me I always relied on, that part of me that found God and conversed with Him about everything. Gone. Like it was cut off – snip – just like Samson after his hair was cut. Honestly, it really hurt, a really deep wound was made. However, this is something that the Lord has healed already, all of my experiences still echo like memories, and He did prepare me for this.

If antidepressants did this to me, does that mean God is the cause of some undiagnosed depression or is God my antidepressant? Neither really, but either way, I really enjoyed probing His Mind because it is much better and more perfect than mine, but I promised loved ones I would give this medicine a try, as I am only sleeping 2-3 hours per night. You get the misfortune of reading about my experiences now, to see more of the human side of me, so unsubcribe now while you still can!

That said, I realized something while sitting in that silence waiting for Him to say something, that I have not been saturated in such deep silence in a very long time, for that silence to me is a gateway to His Consciousness, yet it was there I stayed when I found Him. I have no idea what this brain drug did to me. Maybe all of my encounters with God are only just in my head. *crickets* Nah…

That place beyond the silence is a place I always go to when I am in need of Christ’s company. It is an interior place that I am never denied entry to, and the size of it is infinite, and is a place of wonder, excitement, joy, and most importantly love, for It is in it’s entirety, Heaven. I can always get to there from here, but now I have to meditatively enter into that silence and listen and can no longer stay as I perpetually did the many years before. I do not really care if people do not believe me, for it is a truly a gift, one I was happy to share, a gift that allowed me to embark on journeys over thousands of years, and while here on earth I merely skipped a heartbeat. People barely understand the Wisdom of God that comes from mere children, yet alone someone who was gifted to discover it. Most of these journeys are truly with the Lord, some of them I journey alone, but never really alone, like how I feel right now; it is the same as if I had entered one of those journeys along a skipped heartbeat. Time is such a wonderful thing!

It does not matter if none see the relevance to what it is I am writing about. To most of them it just sounds like arrogance, like I am saying I am better than them, by my boasting. Let me tell you something about boasting. Boasting in and of the Lord Jesus is not really boasting, it is actually glorification. That which I have, that one perhaps envies, is not intended to cause envy, for what I have is not something that can be taken or bought, nor can it be given or sold by anyone. It is God’s gift and I say, why envy? What I have is yours. If you as an individual or collective publicly condemn someone who is righteous in glorifying and edifying God for what good things the Lord has done for them and others, that very same condemnation you bestowed will come back upon your head a thousand fold. That is no joke, that is why you all suffer so much, it really is your own doing. That is the truth, not sugar coated, just the plain reality you all bathe yourselves in and the Lord withdraws because of this apostasy.

Therefore, be humble and approach God with that humility and love Him in others along the way. He will not run to you to strike you down should He see you coming home empty handed, what is important is you come home to Him; Would Our Father turn his face away if He saw His own child broken and bleeding on the horizon, even after having squandered His House? No, He will run to you with a host of Angels to come and take you into His House as He is the loving Father who always will! If you are coming home to Him carrying a load of earthly treasure, the things that cannot enter Heaven, Christ will stop you before you continue and say to you, “you have done very well for yourself, now sell what you have and give it DIRECTLY and PERSONALLY to the poor, then come follow me and enter the Kingdom of God.” You who have such riches and wealth, there should not be any poor or sick walking the entire earth a thousand times over, but you lord your wealth over the very lives of those who gave it to you!

All must approach Him just as we are, how much Joy will be His if on the horizon there stood thousands upon thousands of His Children returning home to Him!

I have no poetry today nor probably for a while anyway, for the Poetic Lover in me has been silenced. I tried to write a poem for you all today, but it came out as garbage and dribble.

I have been through the “dark night of the soul” before, and there may very well be laments as a result. The dark night of the soul, if you do not know, under His Grace, is a complete withdrawal of His Presence to someone who basked in it for a very long time, and it feels like it did last time. Oh, I never liked this part. Be merciful in my anguish O Lord, whilst I suffer thy withdrawal of Thine Presence from me; look kindly upon your Children whilst I offer this out of Love for the sake of those who refuse it!


I have often wondered
Why the bullet never fired (in fact it reversed itself inside)
Why I survived strangulation
Why poison had no effect
Why death evades me at every step
Does it evade me because it fears me?
Does it evade me because I am Death?
Then the answer came when I waited in silence
It is simply because God loves me
That is all
That same Love
I have for you all
And this kind of Love
Defeats Death every time
Peace to all

And a big Amen
With hugs and kisses
To the ones I Love..

All Of Heaven

I know all of Heaven
I know they are all watching as a prayerful Audience
The ending from my eyes, I truly hope
Will not be like an R rated movie
Kind of ironic, dontcha think?
That the thing people dread the most
Behave and in some ways desiring
To be that which they are watching or even reading
Zombies or killers or gods even
Or whatever it is these days
That immersement leaves them feeling empty
Especially when the story ends with no cliffhanger
Or worse when a sequel never comes..

Oh that the sign of Jonah be fulfilled
In the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ…

But instead as I looked
I jumped over the edge instead
And immersed myself into His story and life
And He immersed Himself into mine
That thread of hope that Love holds onto
Leaving the Audience with suspended gasps of silence
Raising me from the dead really is
A very minor thing to do for Him
Eternal Life He promised Me
So far He has delivered on His Promise every single time
Thus His Glory will be His Revelation..

The Lord Speaks

The Lord speaks and I continue to warn you
And I am not talking about just this poor instrument
I am talking about My many Prophets
That come before you
Many of them women1
Why is it that My prophets must always drink a bitter cup
The moment they stand up as a Prophet of the Lord
When at Baptism they are declared as My Prophets?
I tell you truly
It is not because She is a woman
It is because the Lord is with Her
And that is the cup she chose
For I have stepped into the Light
If you want to see My Face and know who I Am
You will now have to look into Hers
But you best read what She wrote first
There is a lot of ground to cover

Many have been chosen to serve as Prophets
Many were called to become My Voice
So few chose the bitter cup
Because they were unprepared
To walk against the vipers and the demons
So they were left all alone
Some treated as a troublesome child
For when your mind is full of the fullness of Knowledge
And your heart seeks His Counsel
This grants the gift to discern quickly

Want to know what it is like to be a prophet?
It is not all it is cracked up to be, but it is better:

The decision to choose the bitter cup
Is quick and decisive
When you discover by My Knowledge it is something
That delivers suffering now and Glory later
But with that comes unspeakable Power
My Power
Infinite Power
Power you need not control
For you are mere Children
And Power is given at the proper time
But never before you all are raised into Eternal Life
That is what Faith is for
Thus Our Lord and His Mother will defend you in every way
While the Spirit impossibly defends you along your way
For it is always in His Name you serve
Even if you forget
Even if you are curled up in a ball
In the darkest deepest recess of Hell while on Earth
Even to you He will come to save
For you are the lost and forsaken
None of that would ever be your fault

To those who love the Lord deeply
The ground is blessed where you stand
And to the meek the Spirit descends and ascends
Like His precious jewels
Tossed in for good measure
To take them all back up again for only a mere moment in time
What do you think the Lord will do with such jewels?
They inherit the earth, do they not?
His Jewels He will place in the places High Above

I showed them the depth of my love
And was rejected for it
That is the difference Vassula2
You have been spared at no cost a small part
That always comes from a bitter cup
I am glad He blessed you with it
I can see His Face beaming from yours
The same Face in the Ostensory of Love
That makes your face an Ostensory of Love

And for You I pray
That You continue to show His Face
As He really is
To all who look upon You

They are commonly women because they do not shy from suffering even a long while for a greater good
Men mostly cower, however they are still just as loved

By the mere utterance of such a thing
I have already stirred trouble
Trouble because I am The Ram
Now watch them flee
When they see me charging

What I have written you
You have tragically never read
Despite my attempts to reach you
Their fierce protection of you is admirable
But do not let them suffocate you
It is precious love, so bless them

But to have what was written by His very Hand
A Testimony of His True Witness
Cut off by pure envy and intolerable human policy
A Testimony I might add
Of a Witness sent down by Him
All to give God Glory
To a True Life in God

Tossed away like garbage

Satan thinks it is pathetic
But who cares what he thinks anyway
I cast him into a prison
Ha, you will never ever guess where!

What A Lovely Thread

This world you all live in
Is falling apart at the seams
I think I have found my thread
Go look and see
What I have written is constantly
Hated vehemently even
For my testimony was deleted but not gone
Which does not bother me actually
It should bother you though…

Wait until that thread is pulled
Because that lovely little thread
Will unravel the entire veil

Reality Of Time

I know all about it
I just bought you a lot of it
And I can hardly contain my joy
What kind of world do we live in
When I let that joy bubble over onto you
It is thus trampled on by envy, disgust, hatred, lies, and cast aside?
As it is, I remain at peace
Nor do I condemn you
For you have no idea what you are doing
And are in serious need of Divine Intervention

To the ones that refuse to believe in God:

Even the devil believes that God exists.
The truth is
That same joy and peace in Christ Jesus is for you also
I am no different than you, nor greater than you
And I was declared a Son of God before I was born
And I am here, standing beside you all who do believe
That is why you are so special to me and to God
No matter how wretched you really are
Repent while you still can
Lies and acts of evil in the Light of the Spirit of Knowledge and Truth
Always evaporates like a puff of smoke before God
Question is
Will you go out with that puff of smoke
Or will you still be standing when He is done with you?

I tell you truly, I stood, and I stood with the Light of Christ
So do not dwell on the sins of others
For that leads to condemnation
Nor even your own if you are not contrite
Or you will condemn yourself

Know this:
Our Lord Jesus also no longer tolerates
Evil that hides in the shadows
And commands them all to come out
Or be dragged out into the Light of God

I think that 8 is next on the scale of things..

Please pray..

They Did Not Call It Good News For Nothing

How long will it take?
These words pour out like dew from Heaven
Wisdom of men shall falter
From the mud and ashes
The dead have been awakened

Hmm, let’s see…
Who do you think I would have raised from the dead first?

See How Related

What no eye has seen
Nor ear heard
Nor the heart of man conceived
What God has prepared for those who love him
God has revealed to us through the Spirit

For the Spirit searches everything
Even the depths of God
For what person knows a man’s thoughts
Except the spirit of the man which is in him?
So also no one comprehends
The thoughts of God except the Spirit of God
Now We have received
Not the spirit of the world
But the Spirit which is from God
That We might understand the Gifts bestowed on Us by God
And We impart this in Words
Not taught by human wisdom
But taught by the Spirit
Interpreting Spiritual Truths
To those who possess the Spirit

The unspiritual man does not receive the Gifts
Of the Spirit of God
For they are folly to him
And he is not able to understand them
Because they are spiritually discerned

The spiritual man judges all things
But is Himself to be judged by no one
“For who has known the mind of the Lord so as to instruct him?”
But We have the mind of Christ

1 Cor 2:9-16