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FLOODED WITH IMAGINATIONS FROM THE SORCERY OF USEAGE.  THE DEMONIC INFLUENCE - WHETHER ADMITTING OR NOT, HOLDS SWAY.  MIND ALTERING DRUGS OPEN THE DOOR SO AS TO DESTROY OR PLAY. IT WAS LIKE ANY OTHER NIGHT OF USEAGE. GETTING HIGH, SAME PEOPLE,  SAME EFFECT BUT I WAS GIVEN THIS SURREAL EXPERIENCE OF MY FUTURE. AN EVIL PROPHECY IN WHICH I NOW AM.: HELD SWAY. ON ACCIDENT, AND AS I GET ON, ON ACCIDENT I GO HOSPITAL.  I GO HOPSCOTCH.  SEEING YOUR IMAGE MY DEAR. ALL OVER HERE. IT'S EVERYWHERE!  ITS SWIRLING IN VERTIGO NASEAUOUS SPIN.  BLOOD!!! MY BLOOD!!! ALL OVER. THE WHITE SHEETS, CONTRAST ? OR JUXTAPOSITION! I JUST KNOW THIS IS MY BLOOD. I WISH I WAS HOME IN BED MY DEAR. TELLING YOU HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE.  ALL THESE YEARS LATER. BUT NO- I'M MUMBLING TO JESUS WITH TUBES DOWN MY THROAT. I'M GURGLING MY SINNER PLEAS... 4 YEARS LATER I HAVE A VERY SCOTTISH TARTAN BLANKET OVER MY LEGS. WHEELCHAIR PUSHED ALONG THE SHORE AT A DISTANCE, ON THE SI...

Remember that you have been saved so that the life of Jesus may be manifested within your body. Direct the total energy of your powers so that you may achieve everything that your election as a child of God is provided. Rise every time to whatever occasion may come your way. You did not do anything to achieve your salvation but you must do something to exhibit it. You must "work OUT your own salvation" which God has worked IN you already. Is your speech, your thinking and your emotions evidence that you are working out what has already been worked in.? Or are you still bitter and complaining? Bringing Him your demands as requests?  God is the master designer, and he allows adversities into your life to see if you can jump over them properly.  We're told in the book of Peter chapter 4 it says "beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you as though some strange thing is happening to you" Rise to the occasion, do what ...

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From the book: The Sick Raccoon Medicine by Lex Hoebel . . . Brandywine Publishing Swansea. Wales, UK THE GRASS STILL BENT WHERE THE BODIES ONCE LIED. CUT DEAD BY TONGUE, DEATH BY THE PARALELL OF A MEASURE WHICH IS,,, MINE. I'M FEARFUL AT DRAWING PARALELLS AND IT IS FEARFUL MORE TO LIE. THOSE FOREST DAYS, PROTECTED DAYS A LIFE DESIRED BY THOSE FACE DOWN IN THE GRASS. THEY WILL NOT HAVE IT. CAN NOT QUELL WHAT WAS ONCE, MINE. IDEAS SPELL THEMSELVES OUT. INNOCENSE (eschelons) THE DENSE FOG SMUDGING IN FROM THE COAST VAGUE RAINBOWS APPEAR GETTING MUDDLED AT MOST AND IT IS THOUGHT "UNWHOLESOME" TO THINK; HOW OUR EARTH REMAINS IN PLACES. BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAIN BEACH LAKE FORESTS STILL EXIST. THEY STILL EXIST AND NOT ONLY IN PICTURES. WE STAY HOME AND THE CHIMENEY CHOKES OUT BLACK SPEW PLUMES NOT UNDERSTOOD AS THEY WAFT LOW ACROSS THE NOSE OF THOSE LAID OUT IN THE GRASS. LIKE A MANNEQUIN YARD OF SALVAGE IT IS MY JUNKYARD !!! OF FETCHING FEFLLOWS AND SELF IMPORTANT WHORE...

I PICKED A HUGE HANDFUL OF DAISIES FROM A SUNNY FIELD THIS MORNING  I BOUND THEM WITH STRING INTO A BOQUET WATCHED THEM DECAY FOR  THREE WEEKS ON MY TABLE.  I'VE MISSED YOU...JJ 9/2020

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 NOTHING TO HOLD ONTO  MY FAITH GIVES SWAY  BELLS RING FAINT IN THE WIND THE SAND SHIFTS. BLOWS AWAY SEABIRDS HAVE NOW GONE SILENT WAVES CRASH,,, THE ONLY SOUND PRAYERS ARE MUMBLED  THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN GOES DOWN.  LH/Righteous Creative 2020.