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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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.
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