The Multiverse Exposure.

Dear Eve,

The daybreak is coming, when we together are stunning the planet with our signs and wonders, sustenance and healing, restoration and redemptive freedom to captives and their captors, who are as bound as those they captivate. You are my shoulder to cry on, and I think of you often and wonder how much longer you will tarry and take before you are held in my arms and kissed intimately. I know your preparations have delayed you from coming sooner, but sooner than later our time is up and the world will end if you don’t rush with Yahweh under His banner.


The World devised means of destroying itself in one fail swoop, but we could make a bigger stir splash across hearts and minds with wonders they have not imagined possible. Our union of man and woman creating child, will unlock the power to restore our bodies to how they once were, before our births on this planet. Our ancient souls together again, can get beyond the past and find present love and satisfaction in each other’s forms and feeling. Your legs would be carrying the weight of a baby that is I AM and the first fruits of our chosen species, the Angels incarnate. This will be our proof of who we are, as rain and mana fall from the sky. You are the Holy Grail, and the cup of water that they need in the desert, and with your open flow of water, my seed can grow the grain that is baked into the bread at the table. Our Holy Communion will be sought after and it will soothe and satisfy the many.


Daughter of Yahweh, your world and your formation is being projected in an infinite mind that remembers every day, and every detail is accounted for, and every hair upon your head is as numbered as the stars in the sky, or the sand upon the beach. Please know you are intricately and wonderfully made, and my Sister in Christ and by the merciful Love of God created. As your Brother I must be you anchor through the storm and your founder of family focus. We can call God’s power to transform us, and prove who we are; Adam and Eve.


I’ve rattled the chains of the common grave as Jacob Marley, and stood in the way of Easter’s bloodstains being remembered as redemption, by wailing in the hallways, and flipping over tables. The miracles and revelations I’ve seen have been freeing but also have shown me, the pinpoint precision of everything that is happening. A needle must fit through the eye of a needle, and both Him and Her must align to receive the blessing and angelic restoration. The world must be saved in order for the promised child to be born, and both you and I know this Multiverse is spreading, and has spread to you and I in our time of trial and temptation. 


Our families would understand completely, us coming together when our Case for Christ comes full focus, fulfilling the Advent flare into a dark night with glowing radiance, glowing like your eyes when the miracle power of God is gazed upon. The sacrament of your water flow, and my bread will be the foundation of Kingdom communion and adoration for Yahweh’s provision through Adam and Eve, Daughter and Son. 


We can give birth to the New Earth, but the old one will face a great tribulation because of our untimely error on our part and our constant struggle with the serpent, giving over time to the enemies of God who will wreck our planet. Together we would have the power to calm the storm, if those who don’t listen continue their plans to attack. God’s provision will only save us together and beside one antoher. Our small amount of staples won’t last us long, and we will both pass away to beyond the grave. Even if we had a barnhouse full of provisions, it's not enough to stop the fallout, and would only last temporarily. Divided we are just part of a global suicide. Together we are the Saviours of the World! WW3 will be upon our doorstep, and we can cast it away, or overt the totality of retaliation and calamity of M.A.D.


Help me to trumpet this declaration and seize upon the attention of those foolish governments that would spiral into the war, and we will have God’s protection together to weather the tempest and prevent nuclear winter from spreading. God will be here at the end of it all to pick us up from the perilous situation. The Lord will make a way, and we will walk hand and hand through the threshold of saving grace, affirming the stance of the Advent and shining the light of salvation miraculously through our fruitbaring. 


Yeshua lost His life loving His neighbour as Himself, and we celebrated His Easter and Christmas peacefully in the bounty of the western tradition built on the foundation of His shattered figure. We were treated to presents and chocolates, turkey and nog, and He’d be convicted and concerned, outraged and appalled, if the world ended, after you and I were given such privilege and opportunity to bless our people and sanctify the sainthood. Yeshua and Marry were the figureheads of our blessings and patriarch and matriarch of our entire generation. The world they knew was simpler and humbler, though barbaric and savage, and we in the West lived behind a wall of convenience that did nothing to stop the climate from escalating, or the tensions from disintegrating into peaceful resolution of the global conflict. Our generation didn’t see the end as damning, because of Satan’s sinister plot to make Jesus a scapegoat to everyone who prays a sinners prayer, but we knew just how Apocalyptic things were for everyone, and how the cure would be found unexpectedly born into the 1980s and raised into the 21st Century, alone to lift up a flag of peaceful surrender. Born to die seperated, or to survive together, we were the children of mankind's fruition and centuries old conflicts tore us apart. Inquisitions, Jihad's, Crusades, and witchhunts, all in the passing apostate generations that followed Yeshua's cross, created biggotry and heinous judgementalism against nonbelievers and decieved everyone, including both you and I. 


Alone and divided Adam and Eve did not unite under the same banner of love that Marry and Yeshua did, so they parted ways and said goodbye for an entire generations passing. A stellar companion for one another, they would have embraced Angelic fortitude and walked among the people, in clean linen and fresh air about their auras, and with Holy and Radiant presence among the war weary people of the pale blue dot called Earth. We let it pass by because of the grinch like spirit who haunts us, and twists our desires with selfish choices, and only wants to prowl around in order to steal, kill and destroy. The Devil is a mocker, and scoffer and the accuser, and slanderer, but we have a Good God that destroys it, from the very beginning until the end, and Adam and Eve have every reason to stand firm with diligent position and confident expressions of love, to glorify Yahweh and put Satan to shame and defeat. 

We hope to not narrowly miss our mark, and not fit through the narrow way, but must repent quickly, because of the intense heat of the bombs that will lay waste to the City of Angels,  the people who longed to soar with the Dove's Majesty. Jesus is our Divine Healer, and was and always will be the very backbone that erects our civilization in defiance of secular wickedness, and this apostate generation’s merciless consumption and bickering, waste and violence. May the purity of a chastened heart, and penitent mind, be the launching point for the future’s exceedingly difficult season of trial and tribulation, where we together will be fighting for our survival among a great multitude of desperate communities. Our own neighbourhoods will be among those who were sinisterly trapped and shattered in the fall of our civilization’s crowning moment of chance, when the hands of grace and providence gambled on Adam and Eve being restored to their exalted states of the Angelic, and testified and proved the Devil a liar and a cheat, and cast it down to the abyss and chained it’s spirit, and baffled it’s workings. A sinister plan was meant to be foiled by Eve’s journey to Adam, picking Him up off the street and aiding His bankrupt and worn out ministry with a newfound power between friends, and through their procreation of the two becoming one flesh and giving birth to the next Adam (and later the next Eve), as our cosmos begins to evolve towards the Multiverse spreading yet again, and the Alpha and the Omega continue on.

When you sleep along side me, though so far away;
Please remember you can find me, and I am here to stay;
We will push up along side, the rise of the Advent;
And God will be the hope we trumpet, as the Advent Happens.

I'm also picturing your form, so perfectly desired;
Like the Angelic, your body is reborn, as all of this transpires;
To walk with me before the world, and glorify the Godhead;
And give birth to a boy and girl, just like the Godhead wanted.

I'm here with you on the inside, already a part;
Of you dearest flow of life, and inside your beating heart;
To defend your right to matrimony, and your love of Yahweh;
And walk with you through the threshold, to marry you one day;

I want to bow the knee with you, and kneel before our Father;
To say the vows we will declare, a humble Son and Daughter;
You are the cycle of the moon, and the flow of water;
And I'm the bread to feed your flock, and mold clay like a potter.