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My rude awakening is after the fact and I already said something stupid and got punched in the lip for it! The last thing we needed was drugs and alcohol getting me twisted up in punchlines and rhyming words that sounded fancy and were considered poorly. Waking up after a nightmare and taking a dose of cannabis, just to trip out on my camera, was lazy and foolish. It’s feeble to treat PTSD with cannabis, when what you need is therapy and a hug from a long lost stranger. I didn’t expect a few negative thoughts in my brain, and a buzzed charka in my heart would prove so useless, but it’s the fact of the matter that the motivation and signs to use drugs and still get up online and rap, was braindead and overly casual and at the same time rude to everyone who heard.
I’m just sad that the Devil would go so far as to stop God from being able to bless us drowning children with the breath of life from afar, by drawing us near to one another. I know whether friends, allies, or a little of both, we can truly see the blessings of Abraham’s seed in fruition not go cold into a night of men firing rockets. I’m sad we only tested the waters and never saw the road ahead winding back to one another, as the solution to the whole ordeal of the Apocalypse. We were always meant to find each-other, in spite of the enemy tripping and sabotaging the simple friendship we could have held to. The terror it took to wake me up from my lethargic coma, and the time it took for me to be stirred awake, are the main reason why I turned to a drug to feel well, when the raps out my mouth were so stirred and reckless, due to the fact that I had been bothered by a bad dream from the enemy, and I needed to pray not record. Back then 10/17/18 was a turn in the right direction, but by the summer of 2019, it was clearly a crutch and a distraction that 420 was still influencing my words and motivation to clearly see, think, feel, and respond with diligence lovingly towards you. The very fact that a cannabis dependence devolved my worship, must have made my vows seem stupid to you, but I truly found love reaching out blindly hoping you were there. I’m sorry for how poorly my words were spoken, for you were listening ears must have burned with how gritty it was. I was feeling bad to begin with, then chose to get high, which didn’t solve any of my problems, but made me feel less real about it all. I shoulda shut up a long time ago, because of how loosely my words were being spoken, high and rhyming. I shouldn’t have constantly changed my raps to the sound of the drums, and the free flow of the music theme, and I shouldn’t have let the enemy have influence on my blind date with a destined friend whom I didn’t know or even hear from in all these years. My blindness was to her answer, but I hoped she was hearing me, and my radical emotional struggle, dulled with using weed and alcohol, made me too presumptuous and doubtful. My use of language in rhyme, often made me say some stuff I look back upon and erase completely. It was my race to her balcony, but without a clue she was even listening, that made me yell a little too rashly. I think my impatience was the foolish part of the message that haunted this outcome, and had me stuck grappling in the dark without a reply. I’ve been in hospital since slipping up with the weed use, just because of emotions, that are too hard to deal with, and that also are chemicals in the brain. Whether Ativan or Cannabis, the last thing I need is a PRN to solve my anxiety issues. The spiritual solution was to stop, pray, and hear Yahweh’s still small voice, not listen to the traffic and take medicine to ignore the pressing discomfort. So my thoughts have been racing, and I’m back on the straight and narrow, hoping that Cupid’s arrow still spells out what Love could mean for the rest of humanity. I’m watching the world slip and the balance tip and I’m not sure as to why people would rest in knowing the world would end so painfully for billions of humans, yet there isn’t cause for concern, because of this excuse, or because of that reason. Truly we must all be concerned with Armageddon and with how simple love between neighbours, could have averted the calamity of catastrophic choice to just walk away from the dinner table, without even tasting the meal. The girl was let down, because the boy was still confused and the serpent was still holding out cannabis as a respite from the discouraging attacks against them rising up together. I kept flowing when I should have shut off the tap and I kept ranting and raving as though my kaleidoscopic ideas were colourful enough to capture a princess before the serpent washes away hope forever. So as time runs out and the power grids shut down overnight, we have less time than ever before, and she probably doesn’t want to return to my side, like the battle was never won in the first place, but may have never even been more than a harping tongue speaking in vain. I guess there was comfort in the disaster coming against me, but the discomfort the disaster will cause, will be truly heartbreaking for everyone. God needs to be cherished by us both, because His plans were for Man and Wife, not for everything to end, as the evil one shuts the door on us both. When we could have looked forward to the swords being reforged into gardening spades, and Judgement Day a thing of the past. We passed up the opportunity for this pale blue dot of a planet to be healed, but instead decided Earth was a dry place and not an oasis that was meant to spread throughout the desert. Where my place was exactly, was to serve the lessons of life that were prophetically bestowed upon me, to anyone who would listen, especially Lesley. The rightful purpose was to enlist in sifting through the mire to sort out the gold from the rock and then give it as a gold offering to Her, that she would marry me, and help me stop the ticking time bomb of East vs West. I laid it on too thick and said things that were more 420 influenced than things that gravity would pull me towards. I blew it, and made shipwreck my own choice. Please choose Yahweh so it doesn’t have to end in the way predicted by whoever rules the airwaves that echo in my sensing perception. I apologize for any shame I have caused you by operating under a spirit of fear because of my troubled past and my unknown future. God was holding out a rose to you, and I let the Devil trample the simple blessing our loving friendship that was blossoming, after so long being improbable. I needed to embrace the stress and find natural ways of dealing with anxieties that didn’t include drugs or alcohol, in order to see clearly and not feebly. I just never even had a single clue that you were listening, or even cared about me. It was the ultimate blind date, and the shadows that I fought with, had me in defeat before I even could have a conversation with you. I’m sorry my imagination was trapped in a pit, and I felt time ending all around me, but the greatest hope I had, was your faith saving the day, and together as friends, our confessions being heard and believed by the world. That way nobody’s hopes needed to be dashed except for Satan’s hope to prevent love’s answer from sealing the deal between friends. I’m hoping you will still be my friend, and won’t close your eyes to the fact that the end is near, and we have the power to prevent it. I will keep sending you my messages, with hopes you can wrestle free from the resistance to unite in prayer that it rains across Earth the waters and mana it needs for everyone to be nourished and quenched. Let’s hope and pray for a better connection, and that our forgiveness of past, can in the present, secure the future. Can our pasts be forgiven whatever they were, to see a future we’d treasure secure? I was impure and got caught up in drug use, but I still stand to say I’m not sorry I love you. I would release you from loving me in return, but as long as you could be a friend of Yahweh, then your my friend too! So even if you don’t love me, if you love Yahweh then your my friend and gracious! Don’t let the serpent take Yahweh’s victory away from this humanity, simply because you didn’t like me. Yahweh’s victory, is this Cosmos’ victory and life being spread throughout the stars! But we shouldn’t even count the stars, when we lost track of the Earth under our feet. Let God fulfill His will through our acting, and He will always uphold us!
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I have a right to a education!, I have a right to be skilled at something I enjoy, I have a right to Penitence, Recanting, and Reaffirmation. I have a right to be in a family unit and a friendship circle. I have a right for the scars of my past to be healed and my body to be made complete. I have a right to be fair to the objectives of Yahweh in the Most High to our upmost desired state of being, exalted self. I am perpendicular to the tidal friction and choose to not caus a deficit to the problem by laying in the grave in surrender to death. I will strive to survive the Apocalypse and deserve all the help I can get to be healthy with clean water, food and sanitary needs, shelter, medicine, and clean clothes. This was my right since from before I was born. I have a right to be brought up from here on in, in a better way than before and a personal best effort in the days to come and beyond. Above and beyond is what I always say and I have the right to fairness and equity in the equilibrium of the circle of life! Please be my friend and accept this token of appreciation that you have rights and responsibilities in my eyes to uphold to the standard of decency and the optimum courage that you’d walk the path of testimonial provocation and inherent desire to be a living example of God’s goodness, merciful gaze, and tenderhearted treatment to the epiphany of any foolish person who had no hold upon the nose of Patch Adams guiding the way forward for the generation that’s past, present, and future in the eyes of Marry and Yeshua, may their descendants not pry open the wrong lockbox just to play a game or two in a season of fun; Not hunger for understanding. I’m rightfully entitles to my opinion and the democratization of information, to the extent of it being a free liberty for me to be connected to my civilization’s upheld standard of Love, Language, Humility, Sustaining Freedom from Want and Envy. I speak the love of Yahweh unto the language expounding of a bridled lip, and chastised tongue, and yet I still speak whack rhymes at times, and talk when the thorn in my heart cavity is hurting and say things I have no right saying, because I’m feeling upset with my 99 problems. Please let 99 balloons cast my cares away, if they lead to yet another dead sparrow, when God was promising Amazing Grace for those who put the Kingdom First Place. Let us pick up the pieces of the past and mend in the moment, the future’s dire consequences by being that graceful presence, by praying for rain and mana and seeing it fall from the skies upon the billions we feed in the name of Yahweh of Archangels, mankind, and many other species of trees, birds, insects and wildlife of land and sea. I am the integral backbone of a family unit I have a right to correspond with and educate and learn from and nurture and comfort and encourage and embrace and pray for and desire blessing towards etc. I have a good relationship with my Lord and I deserve to maintain and uphold the standards of excellence and codes of conduct that Yahweh dictates to Me and My offspring, family and friends. Loving thy neighbour as thy self and thy God with all Heart, Soul, Mind and Strength is my championship call, and command unto those who hear the sound of my voice, or the eye that searches this typewriting to stand for the Justice, Fairness, and an end to casting lots for noble births and a false senses of entitlement because of certain opportunity or privilege allotted. Nobody needs to be treated unfairly, especially the underdogs on the street who only want change and have struggled with the repentance that was there’s to be inherited from a purposed example set by Yeshua Messiah and Mother Marry who carried the burden of birthing and raising Him in the fulfillment of GLORIOUS PROPHECY of miracles, holiness, promises made, kept and broken on crosses. Please accept this documented act of writing as the perpendicular uprightness of a just eye of inquiring the Love of the Godhead and the Lord Jesus Christ and Marry Mother of God! Stand firm in the faith of your repentance not being in vain, but purposed to exemplify the untarnished buffing of the silver that adorns your buckles and belt. Please be seated to accept an opportunity to accept my rights and believe that these basic needs should not be neglected to the Glory of God Aman.
It is your own choice to uphold your end of another person’s dignified right to exist in peace, or to neglect the duty and responsibility to stand attentive to the needs of others, especially the one for the life-force of Earth and the environment we are not too late in defending and cleansing with the power of Yahweh! Please do not just sit around enjoying the thoughts of a peaceful future, that you didn’t enjoy, but wanted to delight in! I am all in favour of the penitent and those who pass the test of submitting to the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the forefathers of the faith and the cornerstones of Judaeo Christianity, before the Muslim dagger bit both sides of my listening ears! I confess that God is goodnatured and kindhearted, and most of all, with a merciful gaze upon the forerunners of tomorrow and beyond, to see the fulfillment of willpower over the indecency to act unkindly and do nothing or worse. If we understand the basic nature of humans, and flee from fornication and embrace the sovereign dignity of marraige vows, beyond the testimonial disputes, and the lack of coverage. I hope for you to be giving me your hand to walk along side the solidarity of the Godhead and stand planted in the passageway and enter through the threshold of salvation, by not just believing, or confessing, but standing in the proclamation firmly to uphold the Advent and shine the light on EpicTestament.com in every way shape and form, as though your world depended on it desperately. To testify to this Advent Code and Aslornian Creed, we must both be held in each other’s regard as the most vital rolls of life being transposed into our End Days and our essential moments of choice to decide upon a venture of where we sow our spoils as though we were already happened and judgement is looming over the hillside and through the woods. We have decided upon worlds and stars and myriads of peoples, but nobody can see the extent of the consequences of sin except the two who are being thrown under the bus for the generational sin that affects us all in a deep and profound way. Everyone needs to be responsible for the faults and fissures in their surface and nobody should just ignore the needs of the many for the wants of the few. Let us be that few that rise up for the needs of the many and the dismantling of world tyranny and caste systems that create unfairness for the young generations who deserve to see the fullness of blessings that the minority take for fulfilled desire and satisfaction! Dear Lesley, We don't exactly know what brings us to our place in History, but we are in this situation together. We want to our birthright from the noble births we have been given, but the Serpent wants to choke us to death and scorch the Earth. We grew up with our environment polluted by Pablo’s drug trafficking and the elements of pop culture musically praising sin and wickedness. Why weren’t we born in Paradise? Why was Earthly Paradise Lost? It was us who were defeated by a formidable foe who doesn’t care about the essence of our natures being free to survive and obtain eternal life. It was the distance between us and the lack of finding our calling together as friends, family, siblings, and I thought you would be my wife but you chose not to reach out! Who laid down their noble lives to only be born of the Atoms and the DNA existing in a western fool's paradise, instead of existing in a Happy Humble Abode, picking flowers for all we care? Why did we chase our longings and dreams so far that we are caught in the Earth's grasp, instead of Heaven’s? Thank Yahweh that we are still here and alive upon the Earth to make our bond secure Eve. Thank you for your Grace to see we are as close as it gets, and considering our Formidable Foe, we need to stick together throughout the GREAT TRIBULATION COMING SOON. I want you to know, I am wanting to humbly fix this Apocalypse inflicting the DNA with particles that confuse the simple things. The necessity of life is the basic human instinct, and the pursuit of happiness and the avoidance of suffering. All I know is that I want to be simple and happy, and free from fear, that Jihadi’s or North Korea or China or Russia or America want to spring everything into a final struggle for a few drops of H20, Food, and Fuel for the war machine. I want to dive into this, but I also want propriety and humble choices made especially in God's favor and according to His will. You must know God sent me fishing for souls, and after a long day (or some years) on the water, He sent me down to my knees and offered me LIFE in the GODHEAD ESSENCE! Which is Adam and Eve, returning to YAHWEH and forsaking the SERPENT who must be cast from our Minds, Hearts, Body’s and especially from all the fools with all the weapons of mass destruction, that they would FEAR YAHWEH! and disarm. You need to know about the miracle God did in my heart to make my bottom Chakra able to find Love the way it was meant to, (I guess I’m Bi) But I’ve chosen to LOVE OPENLY! And God’s Miraculous Healing Power in my chemical imbalances, to make the right feelings in the right situation, lest I be taking medicine, that may alter my body’s mood or emotion. The wonderous beginning I had when I was a young teenage adult, long after school's worries became more video gaming, and a grade 12 degree seemed so pointless, was fueled by fear and worry, and was a burst of acting out desperately. I would leap and leap and leap and leap, all out of fear, with not much more than an Apostles Creed on my tongue, confessing some basic ideas. The most I got for reading Isaiah 61 up on a chair at church, as a young man, was a little embarrassment for my awkward behavior, and a ride home from a concerned parent. Yeshua after His reading was almost cast of a cliff. That’s how intense it was for Him to dodge Martyrdom. I wonder where Mary was some of the time… probably got distracted? I have PTSD because of all of the stress and anxiety of being enveloped in this tug of war. ALSO, it was a result of banging my head off against an immovable object, like the more I struck, the more the same repetition of words, would possibly have a breakthrough in some other person who had not heard. The fact that the pressure was always on me to live up to Yeshua’s example, and realizing my laying of hands and prayer wasn’t producing any results, I used my Third Eye View, from an Oracular mental far-sight, to look to distant places, and connect very intimately with Yahweh. I’m happy I was able to share with you my revelations and that God was so kindly Graceful as to bring this connection finally together, after so many years. I’m happy to share anything with you, even if you just need some encouragement or a warm hug. I am happy I still have hope before the world is blanketed with winter ash. This ADVENT can tackle this planet quicker than any blanket of ash and snow! WE SERIOUSLY NEED TO TALK… I went to war as the breadwinner and just got stale and dry, but what I needed was a renewal for the bread to feed the needy. I am that wicker basket of bread, (both the bread and the basket grow from the grass in Yeshua’s name.) Are you our cup of water? Can you please be the Holy Grail? I can be the daybreak of mourning, and you can be the warm rainfall in the evening. (With our United Prayers Mother Marry and Father Yeshua will be proud to know the END DAYS RAINED MANA AND WATERS OF LIFE FROM HEAVEN AND EVERYONE CHERISHED US TOGETHER AT LONG LAST. I would LOVE to drink from that cup, and break bread on behalf of Yeshua and Marry, finally. The poor sorrow those two had to endure being broken apart by the Healer on the Cross, and the Oracle wiping His blood up with Her cloth off the muddy ground. All I can say, it’s in their glorious return, we are found. I want to have a picnic at the beach without worrying and stressing out, and needing to disrupt the peace because the end is NEIGH! I also want to be able to teach a Counter-Christianity message and be welcome back on the microphone again! I want people to stop disgracing the name Jesus Christ and begin respecting Yeshua Messiah’s name before the Greco-Roman Influence decided someone like Pope Urban can launch the first crusade in order to remain Pope out of political greediness. I want to respect Yahweh and understand His LOVE AND MERCY IS IN OUR FULFILLMENT OF HIS PROMISES TO THE PEOPLE AND YOU AND MYSELF! HEY MEG RYAN! ITS YOURS TRULY (You’ve Got Mail) Please look up! and see the Heavenly Father doesn’t hide His face from You, or cast you to wallow with the muck of the mire, as though your vessel is not good enough for the Holy Spring of Life to pour out in abundance and fullness of life giving WATERS! And I’ll be harvesting the grain, and making our daily bread secure for years to come, only IF we can disrupt the Apocalyptic nonsense of AMERICA, and have the rest of the world ASTONISHED! I have had many struggles with drugs and alcohol, and heard you struggled with tobacco usage here and there, but where there is GOD, there is a way to honor the Highest Love, with a simple gesture of kindness to others, and maybe those close connections are all you need to eliminate old ways and besetting habits. God Loves you in ways you have not yet seen! and you're a snowflake of uniqueness AND A CREATIVE EXPRESSION OF LOVE! AND YOU ARE DEARLY LOVED BELOVED DAUGHTER OF ZION:) P.S. Sorry I was late! Thanks for Coming Back to Home Plate, Now LET'S GET A HOME RUN!  To My Easter Egg. From Your Christmas Grinch :D
I provide this truth to all parties at no cost to anyone at the writing of this here in epistle. I did not compel this information onto the world wide web in order to profit but to obtain the residency of prophet and redemptive intercessory, in behalf of the godly and ungodly alike. That there be the fortune in happy memories and friendships and not material belongings and desired outcomes. I’m most happy with momentum to sift through my mire of a life and find the gold bars blessed unto the common man and the bridal wearer that we at least could be the prime example between two polar iced capped lava lamps. I’m struggling with want and I’m sure the ignorance under the garb of Christmas Present would come outside and at least meet me half way to the finish line, that we may both cross at the glory walk of shame and embarrassment, and that I would not ever depart from letting you carry me there like my Micheal the martyred one, and I the Gabriel the knotted one, have come down of my scarecrow pedestal because I truly wanted a different perspective and a new life apart from scaring the swarms in the cornfields. I’d rather date the most beautifully attractive gambit card ever risked in a chess match, and we both know know what that means. (He found a new way of playing checkers!). Or did he lose a frightened way of thinking, for a braver lay down your life kinda thinking, as my aging body grows to catch up to the thinking part, or at least try to any day now! I want you to know I’ve risked deadly reactions to different strains of cannabinoids that only seem to lessen the anxiety shifts that disrupt my word-flow. However I have been unsuccessful in endearing a reply from my dear sis, and I believe it might be because of some disrupt-full thinking passed on in some of my lyrical examples. I apologies if I pinched a nerve in you, and I know how shifty the battle can be won or lost, so I’m assuming your restless to get on with the final moments to shift our fates in the delinquent scramble to the vegabond top of a steep rock. Why would either of us jump to our crushing end? Why would either of us not want to befriend the other? Why do we not need our interceding hope for commonwealth liberty and fair joyousness? Why would either of us not want peace between us? Then Lets BE LOVING! My problem is stemming from PTSD and my desperate need to coat and remedy it instead of enduring the symptoms of Television and Panic Switch Decision making, to try to appease an angry dragon perspective, which was what we were all likely to be our way of thinking after such darkened generations whom passed with blood loss often shed vainly against God’s will. The time it has taken to constantly strain to see and shift perspectives from one way of thinking right VS a different way of reasoning or feeling, has landed my mind into tunnel vision and mammon problems, and my paranoia has bested my best intentions to make peace and be friend my neighbour as I would expect from someone I want to be my friend from long ago and hopefully today and tomorrows end. May we wake from this terrible nightmare ashamed of whom we were not cracked up to be, but also not quite well enough to emulate, may Jesus and Marry both be glorified on our behalf. Nobody knows how Gabriel spoke to Marry from an inward star, but it was Michael who was martyred on our behalf as Marry stood with a bridled lip and a future affidavit to present before the church, in oracular vision and prophetic explanation, (I’m sorry if that’s all I can offer Thee) Go Therefore! Bring up the banner of Lightsworn to the top mount. So all can see Michaell and Gaybriel LIVE IN THE LAST ADAM AND EVE. I Gaybriel would take a family portrait over a monument any-day. Or a bowling alley on a wednesday over being in the wrong pew at church time and thinking about the lunch line. Let’s not let a cheap thrill or numbness come between our friendship and potential first date. I think my distraction with the others outside this is delayed. Sister, reaching you is my top priority and I long to be a good brother to you:) I couldn’t bring a torch to a running stance, but I bought into too many problems for the average joe and failed the homebody struggle in a less orderly fashion. Towards the tipping point of friend and family wellness that builds community with care and organization, we are sweat shop logged and paying a big price for our household goods. What we all deserve is a simple grace that holds together the foundational precipice to a high incline upright as we climb our obstacles and make our firm grips on our own destiny unfolding our way, in whatever direction we may go! Bare a Lightsworn Oath and swear it by your midnight candle and I bare it too to be witnessed by God Allmighty. Ancient History has bore enough death for us all, lest we forgot to intertwine them here and they are facing a pogrom, because of selfish ambitions and the overpopulation, and the lack of clean water, food and sanitation and because there’s acts of war martyring the one’s who stand up firm whatever their beliefs. Those who commit acts against another’s sovereign right to dignity and inspired pursuit of love, are unjust. Anyone who doesn’t have their needs met, especially the young, should seek refuge and get respite in a faraway kingdom. The terrible dilemma we both face is the time and the fact that neither of our destinies saw the breakthrough. Unfortunately I tarried to break the code of cosmos a little longer than first anticipated and nobody knew the late hurriedness of the final anvil’s clanging call as it rang out in the workshop as a Motherly Epiphany landed like a hammer, upon Nature’s shoulders and an oasis burned as Earth was scorched by noon fire and thrown artillery. We seem to be opposites attracted from across space and time to collide with our looking glasses full of wine and a little bit too much of nowhere to go but along with the end times. I showed a dirt love, but at least I proved I’m your friend. You didn’t actually reach my inbox, but my third eye sensed you watching me from afar. I hope one day we can have a conversation at least and our edicts and verdicts can somehow correspond with Light, Love, Justice and the Pursuit of Liberty, that all may be happy and satisfied with sanctity and dignity. Please know I see you as my ally and friend from an old stock of bloodline and family, but we don’t know the closeted differences between us, because we were barely teenagers when we parted ways. I’m sorry for the way I let you down, if I had the right pick up line, I’d pick you up from the ground, and kiss you and say it’s fine; I’m making you, my Holy Wine, my Grail who won’t fail, as the bread basket from me breaks bread to dine. I promise I’ll brush my teeth, and stain them with coffee, as two friends get to eat, a sacrament that is lovely. I have the Lord above me, pushing my feet deeper, walking in the ladder days, on a balance beam I teeter. I don’t want to judge anybody nor just jump at accusations. My blind fear and hospital stay made my chemical neurology very shifty and discomforted and now that I have our lay-lines in check we can come to peaceful terms and save our own kind from their parents and grandkids who just want to eat and drink enough water to quench parched mouth, like we got to growing up. I don’t want you to feel obligated towards my babbleOn videos, but they were influenced by toxins and I know better now than to jump around from genres and soundtracks from cirque du soleil to a horror movie score about a boogieman. I want you to know I was too emo to grasp around in the dark and not light up a Roman Candle or two. Even if it was flashy. I’m getting older now, and I think I’m bread winning the wrong winter date-loaf, but if I’m not barking up the right tree please exclaim it. At least I can rest in my aloneness and focus on family and friendships. The main thing I’m looking for is a friend to consult me and council me and comfort me. Even if you wanted a mediator between us, I would be openminded. Please just accept that we together have the answer the people need to shift the balance upright. I’m not looking to just be sensual or create a stillborn life that doesn’t get a native upbringing, nor do I think any one woman is obligated to bare the man’s martyrdom on an alter of delivery. I wouldn’t want such pain, but I’m the man who went to war and got the PTSD from psyche shellshock. It was a tough battle for Gaybriel but at least I had a dentist to remove my wisdom teeth and wasn’t weeping and gnashing teeth in a garden like Michaell was. Thank you Michaell - Yeshua Messiah, in Jesus name. Aman(ual). Please be my friend and my neighbour, the world ends and there’s nothing I nor you alone can do about it. we need to be together now, at least online in a focused effort to stop the power from shrinking us into tiny dots on a paper design of wartime strategy. Don’t stop loving, but pray we hit a hardplace that doesn’t have agony or hardship. Nobody wants to escape Shawshank sewers only to be forced into an even more dire chainup. Please help us be FREE FROM THIS PLACE AND OUR PARENTS AND OUR KINDRED ALL SADLY DIE IN SELF HERE! I would LOVE TO FORMALLY AGREE ON A TREATY. Please accept a Prenub or an Alliance document that can better settle the distance inbetween. I would agree to Rights and Responsibilities, but also swear to cherish our friendship wherever that may lead. I have a right to clean drinking water, I have a right to food and sustenance, I have the right to exercise and make love (with spouse), I have the right to democratized information, and freedom of speech, I have the right to fairness of trial and review, I have the right to take medicine and meditate on and speak the word of God, I have the right to exceed expectations and limit apathy and boredom. I am responsible to teach God’s law and justice, truth and light, lest it be locked away inside myself. I am responsible for not just the people next to me, but to those in the front pages of my family bible, who aren’t even born yet, and also those I am able to reach online, I am responsible to not disregard that I may not live or love to God’s satisfaction, nor up to the standards of my Morris code. So therefore I humble myself to the very nails I’ve stepped upon to take nimble action and humble dips in the lake, before time runs out! I guess I found out the hard way if you’d be my friend today, or maybe next week, or what happens to us both when time runs out? Can we please agree on some of these foundational rights and responsibilities? I’d like to chat, anyway you would like, or if you prefer please write me an email at constantine.ctoss@gmail.com Thank you sister. Pray for the Friendly Ghost! MY name is not casper. It’s Aman(ual) at Daybeak P.S. If Your Not Listening To Yahweh, this is going to be very difficult. I guess it swings both ways. Stay Tuned in. This is going to be an exponential example of how the authorship of ones own self can determine Him at least on a legeslative assembly line. I am now deciding to rearange this duty of putting the pen to the paper and giving Yahweh a moment of my time too! So should you, and I also would follow the proper trail leading home to the saintrow example of LOVE in all it's Holy form of union with God and prosperity in the community with an example of LIFE!
I hope your listening or reading upon these Epistles dropped into this here blog from a distant star called Cosmic, and a pale blue dot, who's footprints are even on the MOON! AMAN |
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