Dear Lesley My Sister Christ,
We have long been engaged, and I’m yearning to know you and your embrace. The hands of providence are dancing us together in graceful steps that are beyond us alone. Grace is like the structure that holds everything together, and providence is like the twist in the double helix of DNA. Together, grace and providence are the very substance, of our makeup and essence of our lives. Our souls are meant to be together, and our bodies connected intimately on every level. I would adore your children, and would love to fulfill the promises of God with you!
There’s no greater wellness omen than our unity and love, after that snaky serpent, caused me to fall on my face at your doorstep and do what I did. I know your greatest challenge may be forgiving me, but I hope you would embrace the notion of my redemption in your heart, so we can correlate a response to the call of God upon Adam and Eve, to save the world and be fruitful and multiply a family.
You complete me, and are my saviour from the men in hoods who fight over who’s anointed, when none of them have a sense of Yahweh’s truth when fighting their so-called holy war. The true holy war, was tangled up in the threads of fate and destiny, across time and space, when grace provided a way for us, through not allowing the severing of life in a global catastrophe, long enough that we could connect spiritually from across the web, and in our Oracular vision which sees beyond the distance between us, and years it’s been with no contact. I have had miraculous visions of you in your exalted state, and revelation of how our connection is key to the miracles unleashing; and our divine reformations being the absolute proof of our deity; and rain and mana our provision to the people; and our testimonies the explanation to settle the arguments of man one and for all!
I have been having dreams about you, and your Angelic being, and I see the miraculous alive in us together becoming one flesh, and giving birth to the promise. I’ve been seeing a jewel crowning your brow, and my arms around you, holding you close. I’ve seen your wings, with the hues of pink and white, and your restored Angel body connected to mine in an intimate romance. Gowned in sacred beauty and naked together, I can see us bare and exposed unashamed in the eyes of God, like before any shame crept into the garden and our discomfort and doubts became all too real.
May you truly be mine in spirit and truth, and soon togetherness of pursuit!
Your Husband and Brother Christ, Amanual.
There’s a baby boy, born unto Adam and Eve,
To be the one to receive,
Blessing of the first fruits, and the legacy
come on break through, I am begin Eve.
Will you hold me, as the cold breeze,
blows a cold wind, its a tight squeeze,
Know I’m your friend, where you’ll find me,
As the world ends, I’m beside thee.
I step through your door, with hope in the Lord,
You’re the wind beneath, I hope I can Soar,
Please save me, apart we are poor,
Together we’re treasure, forevermore.
I’ve seen angelic, visions of you.
A jewel on your brow, shining so true,
With little unsaid, so much to do,
I wanna make love, a baby or two,
The Ancient of Morns, The Ancient of Eves,
The Ancients have come, and not one believes,
Many false tongues, continue to feed,
A many great lies, and silly deceit.
You and I know, how true we can be,
You are the hope I, still have the key,
To the birth the daughter’s miraculous form,
A gorgeous Goddess, fully reborn.
On a starry night, or a quiet morning,
We could be on rout, to a timely boarding,
of a jet to take us distant and far,
To a place you can not reach in a car.
You to me are, a constant reminder,
From a distance dimension, we were climbers,
Together ascended, together we fell,
Together we know, we can spring like a well,
With God in our heart’s, we can be a part,
of brining world peace, in majesty’s ark,
An infinite journey, and we’re just at the start,
Or is it the end, as I play on my harp.
A bard and a poet, I hope I can flow it,
The fire’s at my back, and I don’t want to know it,
Let’s walk away, from the blasting of rays,
And be the shelter, in the Last of these Days.
I want your heart, I want your kids,
I wana be the spark, of love that lives,
With you forever, on a paradise Earth,
Us together, giving Christ rebirth,
I’ll place thee first, on my heart and mind,
Even if it takes forever, the time I’ll find,
By the grace of God, you’ll be mine,
and the reason, I see and my eyes aren’t blind.
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