God Our Father, Creator of All that is seen and Unseen, Believes in you and I.

He and our Holy Mother created U.S. in their image.

No matter who I am, this is true.

If I struggle to Believe, maybe I’m hanging around blasphemers who enjoy extinguishing Faith, Hope, and Joy in others and this is why I Disbelieve so proudly?

Our Hearts beat a rhythm because their Hearts beat for U.S. from the very Beginning of our Tree planting.

We the People have learned that eating the entire apple🍎🍏, seeds and all, is a great Sin because it means we have consumed everything in such a way that no seeds could be planted for those who come after U.S.

We learned this when we had to wait for another Tree to grow at the Mercy of God as One of Seventy Two Nations.

So, why do We the People, in the more of U.S. than you fashion, cultivate an Organ that sings Disbelief as if it is something to Be Proud of doing?

“I don’t Believe in all that God stuff.” Say those who have never died and went to Heaven.

So strong is their faith in Disbelief, I believe they think Heaven doesn’t exist because they enjoy their images of Hell as justification for the harm rendered to others.

“See? I told you to Live is to Suffer.”

Well, I wonder why I as a human tries to hide a single thing ever?

Why did I decide to walk? Who taught me or did I simply Believe that I could? Who Believed I could in such a way that I had Faith that I could?

What is with all the Qs? 😏

There used to be a time when I was mad at Our Creator. I was significantly younger than I am now.

“I’m not saying any prayers, what good does it do?”

Because I was so young and had limited life experience, God Our Father and I decided that I needed to Learn through the Lessons borne from my mistakes so that I could learn discernment.

I learned that in all the prayers and magick in the World, across All Paths of Seventy Two Nations, the presence of God Our Father is inhabited by the Foundation of the prayers created and spoken with the purposeful intention of planting a seed of Belief that You of Me of I of They of Them of U.S. will FEEL the intentional love left behind for U.S. to live today.

Why would I reject love left intentionally for me to Know that through many grains of Time Our Creation is present by Words left for Me of You of They of Them of U.S. for today?

I had to learn through the discernment of the most painful Lessons when God Our Father is teaching me the difference between Hell on Earth spoken through harm to Me using blasphemy and the Light of Creation as intended. Many times I didn’t want to Believe that God as One was showing me that those I thought loved me didn’t love me at all.

Many times this is where I would get hung up in Suffering. I didn’t want to see the forest for the trees, and don’t I get so pissed off when that happened?

I’d wander around, “Why am I so unhappy? God, what is wrong with me?!”

Isn’t it funny how quickly I assign myself as the reason for the bad behavior of others? What an Ego trip, man!

To Live is not to Suffer. God Our Father, Who Art in Heaven, has assured me of this.

So, I can only translate this to mean that if I am chronically Suffering in Spirit, I must be in the wrong place, huh? Sometimes, we feel like we are suffering because God is showing us where We as Humans won’t be safe and thrive as the seed of intention planted.

I have to learn that though I may love those around me, if I find I am reaching outside of Me for Salvation on a regular basis by way of troubled relationships with substances and behaviors not good for my Soul, it is my Sign to reach safer shores because I am not in the right boat and I am rowing by myself while others are sitting on the bench.

To Live is not to Suffer. I just have to keep reminding myself.

Amen. 🙏

Ramble on…

Or something. I have no idea.

And…

I still don’t know what I’m doing. I’m just doing. It seems healthier to have a proper end point conduit to speak into, so I’m just rolling with it. I’m a Hope dealer or something, I have no idea.

You prove to me every single day that I shouldn’t live while simultaneously being offended that I Speak this as Truth.

I say, “Fine: Gimme the Stairway to Heaven via the Haldol Express. I can’t think of an easier way out because it will be immediate.” And you lack the required working and theoretical knowledge to know that what I am saying is true, but you Know “it is,”because you love to hate me for speaking True.

I say, “I’m allergic to melatonin by way of intravenous, external , and internal anthrax poisoning, I will have delayed ANA effects.” And you lack the appropriate working and theoretical knowledge to Know with Knowing what I say is true because you watched ten minutes of YouTube videos and are great with paying someone to take exams for you or have photographic memory sans intellect requirements of fulfillment and make an Order anyway.

Now, you’re One of 120+ John Does’, plus their Handlers, legal teams, paid social media armies, and “friends who are just like me,” so as to appear safe when each One of your Souls are Damned and I smile with blood on my teeth, dried upon my lips, and stitches lining my gums.

All of this tells me You, as the Hidden Enemies written about in the Song of Psalms are guilty.

I’ll be off to beg, borrow, and plead again. I hope this is satisfying. Someone has to be gaining joy and it’s definitely not me.

My first time at bat. Here goes nothing. Probably doesn’t even make sense.

Stumbled

And you fumbled

As our walls crumbled

Exposing

The Hidden

While the cattle was driven

And innocent lives were ridden

With Prosperity

Above All without clarity

Starving souls

Feasting without Warrant so Bold

God as Mother commands You

Liberty and Justice for All will Hold True

Stand and and Deliver

Those fucking yellow bellied Livers

#GrandEnergy

Skip hop

Scattered blood

Bring the mop

Drip drip drop

Skittered cellular pop

Sizzles like slop

Percolation

Causation

Summon Weigh Stations

Hain’t nothin’ a’ matter

Except them batters scattered

Smothered covered

Recalled by the Mother

As God, Boom bang

Wallop oh how Heaven rang

And sang Psalms

Exposing Hidden Enemies within

Our Palms

Come to the Light

Mama’s waiting with Judgement

Held in this darkest of Souls’ exposed on sight

#GrandEnergy

Kicking and screaming. Kicking and screaming.

I cleave so much to stuff and things and over react when I find I was getting comfortable again and, of course, there goes the rug, so I think.

So, I got a little egg on my face and all this means is that I’m learning and I will survive, one way or the other. I just didn’t want to be the one to do the doing.

Anyway, I’m all kicking and screaming at the changes I have to make because “I didn’t ask for this and I worked for everything I had,” blah, blah, blah.

No one is fucking listening, right?!

This is Hell.

Everyone has become self-serving because they are rewarded for it and I’m the only one who can see this, and to hold my head up and stand straight I have to do the Doing because this is just who I am.

I received an Order from God my Father and then Holy Father Francis said, “Live like Jesus Christ,” so I am, you know?

The things I have survived I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, much less teach others how to profit from it as a way of life. There are others who remain silent because the burden of sacrifice some of U.S. is so great that they gave up. It’s inhumane the way I have been treated, so I cannot imagine thinking it’s okay to take away my or any other person’s voice simply because a person can. That shouts guilt to me, otherwise, why all the “I can’t see my Hands?” It’s premeditative thought.

Louisiana courts mirror that of other European courts. I find that very interesting.

Anyway, this is a test message for me. I thought I was alone and I heard wings that I believe flapped with a purpose.

“Sittin’ in the morning’ sun…”🎶