How to be brave?
Know that this too shall pass
And know that life is like a play
Whereby the scenes change
And characters oscillate
Even if the same ones remain
Their standing
Position
And importance will rotate
Don’t be afraid to be a villain
Don’t be afraid to be hated
This life is full of times
When the unpopular thing to do
Is also the right thing to do
The forces of oppression know this
And they lean into humanity’s weakness
Of needing to be liked.
It’s a primal requirement
That survival depends on your standing in the tribe
To throw that away
Takes faith
You can’t merely be operating
From the plane of human materialism
And simultaneously volunteer yourself
To be ostracized
It’s hard for the faithless to become heroes
Cause to be a hero
You have to risk being a zero
That’s too tall an order for most people to take
It would require you over riding your survival instincts
And prioritizing a moral imperative
Over basic survival.
If you are faithless
This would be impossible
But if you are driven to serve God
It becomes likely that in this world
You will meet up with
And have to become friendly with
Contempt and hatred
This is the devil’s world babe
At least on the surface
And the devil hates your guts
The devil even hates the ones who worship him
He can’t wait to stab them in the back
Those who are serving tyranny
Will fall brutally by the hand they serve
They’re trading in their future
For the safety of the moment
And without faith they don’t have much choice
The devil is jealous
His nature riddled with jealousy
His entire motivation
Is to take over
Defile
Alter
Ruin
And make his
God’s creation
This is the root offense of altering
Our very cells function
Through gene therapy injections
Not quite being (as of yet)
But alluding to mark of the beast terrain
That is something Christians can’t help but notice
I’ve even heard tell that after these injections
It’s possible for the cells actions to be patented
For humans to essentially be owned by corporations
I’ve got no idea whether that’s true or not
I tend not to believe things
Until I hear them over and over from multiple reputable sources
In spite of my reputation at this point
I’m not really a conspiracy theorist
More like a reality seeker
In a world where most news sources are agenda driven and bought and paid for
We have to dig for the truth
Which automatically qualifies you with that label
Conspiracy theorist.
Ironically it’s only if you repeat
Big pharma tv
Bought and paid for narrative
Repeated daily on left leaning 24/7 “news” outlets
Can you avoid that label
But then you wouldn’t vaguely know the truth
Just the narrative they want you to repeat.
What a world huh?
If the devil can alter us
He can make us his
He can make us
His own
He can overcome God and steal his creation
He can delude himself
That he is the creator of a new humanity
With an army of minions
Trying to help along his demonic vision
This is how
The line in the sand testimony in revelations
Starts to make sense.
The mark is coming
We are practically in a cashless society already
We are one month out
From New Yorkers who are unjabbed
Being essentially ostracized from society
This won’t go down without a fight
Too many of us haven’t relinquished are God given rights
But many are celebrating the decision of turning the screws of division further
Theyre applauding their oppressors
And pledging allegiance to the obvious destruction of society that is coming like a bullet train out of hell.
All this going on
And I get to wake up next to you and your mama
You are the most precious
Innocent
Perfect
Pink skin glowing
Picture of health
Thing I have ever scene
We can’t even figure out what color your eyes are
Sometimes they look blue
Other times grey
All the time magical.
But curiously they go this way and that
Sometimes in opposite direction of each other
Other times crossing
And then
Back to being right on track
We had to look it up
Turns out it’s normal
Everything is new
Your eyes
Your new eyes
Taking in a new world
I carry you crying to your mother
I sing an ohm and can trick you to stop for a second
But you start again
Yesterday all day you cluster fed
Nonstop on the tit
Your mama looked pale next to you
She still needed sleep from the ordeal of birthing you
But cluster feeding on early days is normal
Constant feeding basically and if your mama takes a break
It’s instant crying
Your mama would ask
Can you watch her while I goto the bathroom
Sure I would say
And you and me would be laying there
I’d stare at your peaceful face
And then notice your lips start to smack
And at that point you could set your watch to how long it would be before you started crying
I’d scoop you up and sing to you
Walking you towards your mama
To avoid the need setting in again
Which was constant.
Your eyes in the new room
Became inquisitive
I would talk to you and comfort you
But in these early days
Daddy is kinda useless
Because primarily you need nutrients and sleep
Daddy is just there
To make sure your mama is fed and the house is put together
To take the dirty diapers out
And basically be a servant of early life becoming.
Turns out I’m pretty good at it
Making your mama cheeseburgers and spoon feeding her high fat yogurt and honey
As she feeds you
We’ll see what today brings
Your grandparents are coming in to see you
My parents
What a trip
One day I’ll tell you all about them
Deeply happy I am
That we have such a nice connection now
I’m excited to see them and excited for them to see you and meet your mama
And meet her family
We have to remember to let these precious moments of family unity really sink in
Really land
The over the top blessing of how we arrived here
How easily it could have worked out so many different ways
The blessing of this day
Comes through the practice of ho’oponopono
And the blessing of Jesus
Prayers answered
Work done to let go and let God
To not let fear rule the day
To laugh in the devils direction
As we praise God.
The train underground shakes
The whole apartment you’ve been born into
I don’t even notice it anymore
The F line
Into the city
Manhattan
Will it really be the first to fall to active tyranny?
That seems like a particularly devastating blow
This city has always represented
Artistic freedom
And cutting edge evolution of every form of expression possible
For it to be the first to divide it’s people
To celebrate division
To activate society’s downfall
To really turn brother against brother
Well if I’m honest I see this as a detail of the devil
The devil’s in the details
(Words always tell more of the story
Reveal more of the story
Than one imagines they would)
Phrases like
The devils in the details
Become powerful when you notice that they resonate
Like this detail
Of NYC being first to fall
A blow to all rebels across
All time
A sure fire way to defeat humanity
Is to dismantle the myth of the rebellious human spirit
So many of our artists and “rebels” have taken a knee to this initiative
The devil has weakened humanity
Through social media acceptance
Everyone has become addicted to likes and positive comments
It is an addiction
That has rendered them completely submissive to will of social pressure
And social shame
For years everyone now has become a celebrity in their own little life
And to let go of those daily dopamine injections
Is too painful for most to fathom
Especially after a year and a half
Where their only connection
Is through those avenues
Again
The devil is in the details
How perfectly orchestrated is that?
It’s too perfect to be an accident
And if that makes me a conspiracy theorist than so be it
People are baffled
At how so many can just stay silent
Just act as if nothing is happening
As their rights and dignity are being systematically removed
One by one
And almost as if to justify their cowardice
They cheer it along
They transfer their shame into pride
And become the photo negative of who they once were
New genes and graphene oxide
Toxic dreams and no place to hide
Do as your told
Has become the moral choice
Question everything
To them, the demonic voice
And anyone fool enough to outwardly call this out for what it is
(Like your daddy has done)
Is chastised within an inch of their life
Volunteering the end of their dopamine injections
From social media fame
And replacing those
With slings and arrows
Of social media shame
No one without faith would do such a thing
There is no reward on the material plane
It’s nothing but sacrifice
And yet you get demonized completely
No one credits you for sacrificing your connection
To society’s operation system
Your phone stops ringing
You lose business
You lose opportunity
On the surface you lose just about everything
But within
You gain
A connection To your soul
A connection to your voice
A connection to purpose
In a world hell bent on making a zombie out of you
And all of this becomes a blessing
To one who has faith
Because when the world disappears
You are left to survive
With only the love inside
Bolstered by the light of Christ
And in that light
You lean in
And at the same time
That light leans into you
And you say to yourself
This too shall pass
And you hear a voice
That’s says
My son I love you
And I look at the blessing you are
And for you
I want freedom
For you I want this world
To keep its hands off you
We are here to fight for our freedom
And embellish our faith in God
If the test didn’t have real stakes
What kind of test would it be?
If you didn’t encounter real loss
How would you ever find
A stronger voice to lead you from the dark
The voice I speak to you now with
Came from the violence of this world
And my faith in God
To overcome this world with his light and his love.
P.s.
Writing is like surfing
That internal connection
Becomes an eternal weapon
Your words have power
Your voice and your expression
Are the cornerstones of your being
They are how the universe
Expands itself through you
Like a divine seed
You grow God’s light outwardly
Through your voice
This is why the devil attacks those rights
This is why soldiers of shame
Will come knocking
When words of your faith are encouraged
And pushed out
The power of words is there to inspire millions
To empower them to never be disempowered
To realize their divinity and power
Your expression and your voice are no small thing
Quite the opposite
Your voice is bigger than the Empire State Building
Bigger than the Grand Canyon
More important than a rainforest
In giving oxygen to the soul of man
Never forget that
And never surrender
Your voice is your protection in a world gone mad
And it’s like surfing
Like riding an ecstatic wave
When you connect to your voice and your flow
That is you living in the lap of your purpose
So never be afraid
And always go further than you think you should
And when they come with knives out to silence you
Take it as a compliment
That you have found true power there
They wouldn’t care otherwise.