Today was the third morning waking up with you.
Your mama asked me
Is this the third day
Or the fourth?
I had to pull out my phone and look at the date time is an illusion all the time
But especially this time
I said to your mama
I feel so complete
Waking up next to visions of love
Your tiny arms
Sparking with electricity
Shooting this way and that
Your skin aglow with pink health
Against a tiny white jump suit Gayle brought us that you are in
The shift in my mind
Which has been shifting since I found out you were conceived
Is shifting more and more all the time
Happily I live for you
Happily I live for your mama
After a lifetime of living for me
This shifting is perhaps the greatest gift you can give
And so to you I say thank you.
And it’s not so black and white
When I say I lived for me
And now I live for you
Everything in this life is full of nuance
Always have suspicion when people try to convince you that that’s not the case.
It always is.
It’s always a complicated pattern which leads to a point
Where one could trick themselves into thinking it was simple
But dig down
And the wires and workings probably have gone on for generations
Growing like weeds through the soil of good and evil.
This is why we humans need a North Star
This is why with the big questions
Simplifying everything turns out to be the best way forward
This is why through the complex puzzle piece riddle of life I came to worship Jesus as my lord and savior
And through that faith
I have been led to serve you and your mama
And speak out against tyranny crashing down on all of us during these days of your birth.
Just yesterday
The mayor of NYC announced that without vaccine passports
We can no longer
Go to gyms
Or concerts
Or movies
Or restaurants
Soon it will be supermarkets
And more
This is what tyranny looks like closing in on us
A divided society
Half of which are gladly giving up their rights
And even campaigning for their oppressors
It’s baffling to behold.
If these vaccine passports go through
They will have to inject
Whatever the government tells them to inject
Whenever the government tells them to inject it.
How anyone would be ok with that is beyond my comprehension
You would have to be a defeated soul in every possible way to go along with that
Let alone campaign for it
Let alone chastise your fellow man
Who is speaking out against it.
Being for the mask is one thing
Being for this shot
Is another thing
But being for the V passport
Is actively campaigning for a permanent tyranny.
At that point I don’t know what and who you are
It seems so inhuman to me
So absolutely opposite of sovereignty
Basically championing become a slave in the most horrific way you can imagine
Having no choice but to take multiple injections a year
Of who knows what
For who knows why
From an institution that has been as famously diabolical and murderous
As the mind would care to imagine
And yet
Many are for these measures
And worse than that
Many are well known artists and leaders of society
In fact
We who stand against it
Are outliers of society
At least we are being cast that way by the media
Who is owned by the very ones perpetrating this agenda
In reality we make up more than half of humanity
In reality we are the majority
But the media is loud
And the people who have succumbed to the media’s brainwashing are louder
They have no limits to their voices on social media
And they attack anyone who opposes the forces of tyranny
I have been attacked so ruthlessly its unbelievable.
Even by old friends who came with knives out simply because I had a different opinion than them.
Simply because I saw tyranny for what it was before they did
And now tyranny coming more blatantly
At this point it’s overt
But like the slow boiling frog
Freedom is eradicated bit by bit
And identity is a powerful thing
Those who have identified with the side of tyranny
Will have a near impossible time changing directions
Until the boot is completely in their face
And by then
It will be too late.
Somehow they will justify this action of vaccine passports as well.
Somehow they will justify even this
A permanent end to their freedom on the most basic level
What they inject into their bodies
Will no longer be their choice.
Growing up in the America I grew up in
This is so hard to fathom
We were free
We lived by the code
I don’t have to agree with what you say
But I will defend to the death your right to say it
Freedom of speech
Protects the peace
If you take away a mans right to speak
To express and oppose with the power of words
You leave him no choice but to turn to force
To create a battlefield of life
This too has been calculated in my view
Whatever force is perpetuating this starvation of humanity’s rights
Is so well orchestrated
So genius and patient
In its steps
So careful when turning up the heat beneath the boiling frog
That you would want to respect the artfulness of it
If it wasn’t simultaneously destroying everything
Good about life.
But all this has brought me closer to my faith in Jesus
So biblical everything that is happening
That its hard not to take what the Bible says more seriously
I think many are seeking the power of faith to get them through these twisted times
We pray daily
We pray over you
We prayed heavily when you were in the womb
There’s this church up the street here in beautiful brooklyn
Me and your mom would go on long walks
Often barefoot both
People looking at us askance
But we were floating in the bounty of love
So we hardly noticed
But every time we walked home we walked by that church
And everytime I would say
Should we go in and pray
Your mama
Is a deep woman of faith
A clear angelic
Tested and powerful faith
Inspirational faith I would say
She would always say yes
She is always eager to pray
In fact whenever I make her food (yes I do most of the cooking)
We pray before we eat
But I tell her now
Let’s make this a quick one
Because she has the propensity to go on and on
Which is fine and good usually
But when there is hot food breathing into your hunger
A quick prayer works wonders.
Anyway
We’d go into that church
And pray over you
Pray over your arrival
Pray away the attacks on me for speaking out
Pray that no weapon formed against us shall prosper
Because what’s happening here is biblical
There’s no other way to frame it
That big church with dark wooden pews
Images of Jesus carrying the cross in stained glass
The lights low
And mostly only you me and your mama
In there
It became our sanctuary
We’d pick a row
And go on our knees and pray
Prayer is a deeply powerful thing
It’s a force
A protection
And Jesus is real
And hears you
He loves you
He knows you
And he wants you to rise into your power through him
Satan is also real
And at the moment
The world seems like it belongs to him
He has orchestrated a masterpiece of evil
He is no joke
He will be defeated
It is written
But being here now
In the midst of all this
Is no joke either
Though we know how this ends
Before it does
It’s something to behold
To hold onto your soul
Takes everything you got
That’s why prayer is no longer optional
And now that I live to protect you and your mama
It’s less optional all the time
I hope through protests we can stop this city from descending into complete tyranny
Sept 13 is when they say they’re issuing the passports
Or the precursor to them
Proof of vaccination to have basic human rights.
But I sorta doubt they will
Because the fall is written too
This agenda is outside of reason
It’s satanic
So where do we go?
We gotta go somewhere
And we gotta go soon
It’s a shame cause we have a great apartment
And a perfect neighborhood to raise you in
A nice and spirited community that is eager to meet you and welcoming
Family near by
Your grandma and your Uncle Sam came over last night to see you
Such amazing and unique characters they are as well
Your Uncle Sam a total original
Like your mama
And your grandma too
Last night she taught us how to wrap you in the Russian way
The way her mama taught her
Your great grandma who came from the Ukraine and had to live through the forces of communism and tyranny herself
Her husband serving ten years for refusing to deny his faith in Jesus
When the dark does rituals
When they care about a man denying his faith
That should tell you that these forces are real
People wouldn’t play games like this through out time
If these forces had no power
Your great grandfather
Told your mama
That when he was in a cell
With nothing
He felt happy
Because he still had his mind
And his spirit
They can never take that
They can take everything else
But they can never take that
Unless you give it to them
He was happy
Ten years
No assurance he would ever get out
All he had to do was deny his faith
And he could be free
Or have the illusion of freedom
Ask yourself
Why they care so much
If a common man denies his faith or not
Ask yourself why they care
And you can garner much
They care because Jesus is real
They care because the devil is real
They care now
They cared then
These forces of darkness know more than many people of faith
Just how real the supernatural is
They practice black magic and they see how effective it is
They are tricked by the illusion of temporary power
Me and your mama
We go to that church
We go to our knees
We pray over you
And we do it everyday
And everyday I see more clearly
Jesus celebrating your arrival
And blessing us to work against the dark
And aid if we can in humanity’s survival
Everyone worships something
Everyone is living on faith
The atheist and the supposed nonbelievers
They too love worshiping and being faithful
To a set of principles and ideas
And participating in a group that shares those ideas
Unfortunately many worship the media
Worship their TVs
Their news pundits
Who are feeding them lies
Every human needs a North Star
If you don’t activate that yourself
It will be activated for you.
We go to the church
Many just turn their TVs on
We get on our knees
Before a crucifix of the one who washed us with his blood so that we could avoid damnation
Others listen to rhetoric of division and hate
And the illusion of an in group of superiority feeding their ego
Like a poisonous elixir fed to them by the devil
Careful of forces that will seduce you
Trust more
In forces you have to seduce
And seduction isn’t the right word
More like seek
Trust in forces you must seek
Not in the forces seeking you
Though Jesus is also seeking you
So I guess it’s hard to say what I mean
I guess what I’m trying to say
Is what is initially easy often becomes hard
And what is initially hard
Often becomes easy
I think faith is like that.
I think I’ll go see how your mama is doing
You wake up every two hours at least and immediately attach to her
She’s so tired but also so happy
Such an amazing force
Your mama is
Such a lucky girl you are to have her
And me too.