We are in a very crucial time in our dispensation of searching for the truth. Families are now being torn apart without a trace from where the problem is coming, societies are breaking down, without a sense of knowledge what actually is causing the problem. The world is now dragging evil to good and good to evil, such that strangers are now inheriting our heritage because of the mindset that we have adopted that fakes what is supposed and present what is not as what is. As a result we are no longer safe with each other, so we choose to confide in strangers than our own, such that strangers are now the custodians of our secret investments and wealth, giving room to third parties to drive our marriages by allowing little crack, exposing each other's weaknesses to the one whom the evil one is using as instrument to strike and all these results from love not made perfect in our hearts.
Without true love, fear is what rules, but perfect love casts out fear.
The reason for fear is because something is missing, and until you find out what is missing, you will keep living in torment, just the way we are now as strangers in our own land. Strangers are already taking over our heritage, with servants riding on horses like princes, while princes walking on foot like servants.
I grew up to know that the strength I have to fight is never to give up the fight of loving those who have deliberately hurts me the most, though sometimes I feel like I am just being foolish, but cannot just help myself, since it is my nature never to repay evil with evil, but good. If I try repaying evil for evil, I will get even much more hurt and troubled. I can never be at peace with myself when I am not at peace with all men, including those who have made themselves enemies to me.
There is something driving my life that will always keep me far away from retaliating when people wrong and hurt me, but it seems as if this inner driving force of my life is grossly missing in my world. I am like an alien amidst the people I relate with, but the truth is, there are more people like me, despite they are few, but are rare. You may also be one, are you a rare gem? People who have what is missing in the world are called beautiful souls and with them, darkness will be put out.
I have a purpose and this purpose I will live to fulfill in preaching not the religious Sun-day God, but the true God and His message
love
to the world I will preach and also administer His gospel
peace
, but it will amaze you that what is missing is the true message of God and without the true message of God, the gospel cannot be administered.
The message of God to humanity is love and His gospel is peace, but what do we have today with the innumerable churches we have in our world?
God wants us to be at peace with all men. How will there be peace when love is missing?
In a vision like Jeremiah I saw Babylon laid waste by conquest and captivity. I looked at the land, and behold, it was as at the time of creation, waste and vacant
void
; and at the heavens, and they had no light.
Deep calls after deep from deep sleep into deep,
What a trip that trips off light and gave room for darkness.
The light bringer was cast down and all humanity in the loin of one man fell as A dam slips, and the impulse of a thought surge out as current, irresistible...
From the way of reality, opted out into what looks like real and all that was felt now became emptiness.
From deep sleep, he wakes up and heard "Where are you?"
How would he know where he is when he did not even know when he slept.
He was nowhere, where he was supposed to, because he had no lens to see through.
His eyes were punctured, blind in the spirit, to the world he can now see.
Because he hid himself in self he could not even access his identity, even freedom to him is no more free.
What a fall from glory! All humanity lost the true content of divinity the day man hid himself in self and start telling stories.
This is the story!
Could this be true or this is all fiction as in a movie script been acted as for real?
Fantasy!
Where did these all start? It was all at the point that our identity was mired and the life was sealed to become a thing like an act of art in the heart where the ear catches the impulse from a thought without light.
Pure fresh blood was shed for man to be covered with tunics of skin; the figs could not bear the scorch of sin.
DEEP--------------------CALL 1!
Deep calls after deep now that man has slip off, the way is now brood.
The shepherd has gone after His lost sheep with His required blood.
In true relationship, we were conveyed in progressive trip to the heart of warship.
Like a lost sheep, His life steps into the surface of the waters, with darkness deep.
While the orb hovers over the surface of the waters,
Darkness covers the deep as man slip in sleep and woke up into carnality.
Deeper into sleep, man lost track of reality and now lost in carnality so deep,
In void, embraced darkness and emptiness ruling him in ignorance, in the place of light.
From him that life was snatched and true vision was now far from sight.
They couldn't see the dam with the Spirit hovering over the surface of the waters, even as it turbines.
Like a mother hen the orb was cobbling and mending the genetic code in the heart of the waves righting the left as Grace AND Truth positioned as left and right, the genetic code rest in the heart when righted.
His thought brooding reality over darkness and the echoes came from His factory, His DNA released in His person.
The sound was heard and all was now seen in the light as reality comes staring.
There was light because life has always been, but becomes light when it's our only steering.
The Spirit of God was in a person, but still God Himself for us, stepped in and darkness pathed way, as it could not comprehend the brightness from glory.
DEEP------------------CALLS 2!
Reality brooding...? What is Brooding ?
Brooding into...
Life comes forming from the thought content! Life forming into what?
We can only rest in the journey while in the tent we no longer have need of...
But we failed the test and needs repentance to feel His deep intent.
The canvas is spread, with the brush ready to wash the paint and paint the content of His intent.
The content is the orb and the orb is His love with men, with the weight of the cross,
On Him our lives depend to reach the end, beginning with the ticket of a friend,
So that as His sons with Him, eternity with Him we will spend.
DEEP------------------CALLS 3!
Reality still brooding… Brooding where?
It was all dark here and there and no one know how the t starts defining here from there,
It's all from eternity, but became reality as His thought for us drew near,
There was no light to see but He needs no light because light dwells with Him and He sees through the dark, came down to quench our fears that burns as a passion of lusts.
The canvas is spread, with His intent as paint and His will His brush.
Images now spreading vast, with contents releasing fast and His mind imaging reality in a rush, with no one stopping the surge as in a flash undetected.
Images of His thought all painted in His mind, ready to impress reality in the light, urged to clear up the void, with a signal, urge became a surge in the formlessness of void, filling the vacuum in the emptiness. Turning off darkness to light and righting the wrong to rewrite to correct the error of one man, wherein all fell. With the brightness of His glory, the content became thicker and He could no longer hold back, but spoke out of the abundance of His heart and reality was release as life from eternity to time into a form in the form of breathe that holds in position the orb, when nothing is the forbs to hide. The life that needed the fruit ate but not the fruit of life, because it was forbidden.
You may not like the flowing stream, but if you stop it, it will bum around and come back not as the life as it flows, now living life drinking death. You cannot drink the life that flows back, and expect not to drink death. As sweet as it is, you are drinking death, therefore do not resist life.
I am I Am's and...
I am writing even as I am being led by the Spirit of the one that now lives in me and in the contents of this chapter are deep thoughts despite it may sound poetic, it is not, the life is the epig, I don't mean epic, when you nose the is and the nose will smell the very is and that is, is His very content which is the precise and correct knowledge of things ethical and divine
epignosis
. Did you get it? Please, do not think I made a mistake or what I am saying is nonsense. This was why I said from the introduction, "The contents of this book as a whole will be full of deep encrypted thoughts and you need to think deep to be able to access the reality." Our faith in God sometimes acts as the nose that perceives smell and even without seeing that thing which we are already used to its smell, we will know that thing is some where close. When we have the Epignostic knowledge of God we will not need to understand God from any school of thoughts or philosophies of man that may be missing out some vital ingredients of what we need to know. Life hinges on the mean of life, and flies with the wing that flops and sings the songs to make meaning. If you don't understand the deep thought, here is it. What is common between WING and SING? You will discover ING is what is common, and it explains that we will take what is common and leave out what is not common, and since the statement is, "The Life hinge on the MEAN of life, and fly with the wing that flops and sings the song….", the mean is the main thing we must keep back and when you add the common property of wing and sing, you will have MEANING. This simply implies, when our lives is anchored on He who holds life, He who is the balance of life and the sustainer of life, our lives will make meaning and the contrary will be the case when our lives are not anchored on Him.
