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a WORD

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“Do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal among you, which comes upon you for your testing, as though some strange thing were happening to you”

-1 Peter 4:12

IRIDIUM LIGHT satellites through around and into the neural network of the evergreen trees’ keeping of peace. It is dawn. It was dusk. It was dark, and now that is cracked as well. The well of profit is full from the silence of the prophet who sat in waiting while the earth was scorched and razed in the annihilation of temptation, birthing the twelve stations of awakening. God seems to be calling, LOUDLY. And yet I hear nothing. May I be YOUR LIGHTNING STRIKE of ELIJAH in this world resounds through the gray treble of morning’s quiet hustle.

Movement is still in the speckled luminescence silvering into and out of blowing shadows. Hovering shadows. Meditating shadows hungering for a thundering taste of corporeality, of the images they portray, like they were daughters of men. A white rat cowers nearby.

I am sitting in the space lattice. The past nine months have been like this. Sitting. Praying. Quietly waiting. Enduring the chastening, the stripping, the breaking. I left behind everything and was guided to sit creekside and build a hut in the woods. I left with a 38 litre black backpack. The rats have chewed through that. I learned how to survive on nothing. But faith. I built a hut in the woods from discarded tree parts, logs. Found things, woven through with evergreen branches. A tarp to line the roof, covered over by camouflage of woodland debris. Pine needles. Pine cones. Evergreen bark. Dirt. The skylab meditation fortress. My home. The first place I actually felt was my home. I was disconnected from everything and everyone, yet completely interconnected, for the world does not sleep. The world is always awake. I learned to stay awake, to play in the limitless field of wakefulness with the earth and the sun and the moon and the circling hawks and the watching owls and the family protestations of the gorgeous quail.

I learned to speak raccoon and to share space with their need for privacy and intimacy simultaneously, as if it were my own. I ate wild fennel and mustard. I howled. Harvested blackberries in season, ate moss and redwood bark for medicine. Picked plums and pears and wild apples from random fruit trees. And I sat quietly in the creekbed with the water polished stones and felt their language reveal dimension as I meditated on the WORD and heard God in Silence day and night. I saw oxygen become and unbecome beneath the perch of the Blue Heron, and felt the impulse of nothing special surge smoothly through my bones, nerves, eddying in articulations and passing back through sinews as my life unveiled and unraveled its tome. I was alone, with the ALONE. As Solomon songs:

“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine!”

Then God started writing. 400 pages of thought grenades in a month to purge my soul and consciousness of the beguilement of the traditions of men, that convict the mind of disobedience that YOU can DO IT on your OWN. That all paths lead to the same source. That this is the season of the return of the matriarch. That the mind is empty. That deity is sight, sound and appearance. That wisdom is your original nature. That enlightenment is not something to be sought for or attained to, but is exactly our original nature. That all things originate from, appear as and dissolve back into their own nothingness, which contains an inherent yet non-specific somethingness called intelligence that is nakedly self-aware and that expresses as limitless capacity its luminosity as any and all appearance, free from this and that, good and bad, right and wrong, hope and fear. All of this enlightened non-sense had to be digested and released from the body of my being. Its anchor points torn down and torn out, the underpinnings of philosophical conviction that a self that could be enlightened completely destroyed. A self that can unbecome itself and transfigure in the Image and Likeness of our Creator is not possible apart from His Grace, for noone shall come to the Father except through Me. Real talk….

I had invested my entire life’s time treasure and effort, my passion and pursuit through the highest form of esoteric education to become adept and having been recognized as an adept of these pathways by actualizing method and means thru being serviceable to and realized by them in their emptiness, endeavored in total earnest to communicate them in the form of spiritual empowerment to countless believers like me who abandoned God, and denied Jesus as THE WAY. THE TRUTH. THE LIFE.

I had no clue that my so-called enlightenment was the beguilement of untruth advanced through the channeled means of the Light Bearer, the Prince of the Aire. My enlightenment was the apex of the darkness of ignorance that empowered men to self-generate wisdom bodies as universally expansive energy fields that proffered illuminated pathways of so-called peace and total freedom while completely deceiving people, which included me, that this was somehow other than the work of the adversary and his continuing method of rebellion in the spiritual war against the Kingdom of Heaven. But even the deepest darkness is light to God. And that was where he rescued me, plucked me out as I fell through the trap door of space beneath Hell’s furnace into the pit on madness and the pandemonium of a lost mind.

God is the DIFFERENCE. This is the WORD He gave me when he saved my life, when I cried out for Him in desperation and Jesus appeared to me in His Person and touched my depthlessness inside and ignited His dormant fire therein. He filled me with vision and a complete renewal of mind, where only His Sound thundered as almighty Praise day and night, ceaselessly. Impoverished by my newfound freedom, yet endued with the treasure of Heaven, I left in exodus to the desert where I fasted and meditated on His WORD and His WORD meditated itself upon me, within and without. This is what He said:

There is a new TIME.

It is known as KINGDOM THINKING™.

It is dawned in the minds of the ELECT, of those who have been CHOSEN to bare the burden, which is an inestimable and thus GLORIOUS GIFT, of the WORD.

The WORD is the LIVING TESTIMONY and POWER of the WISDOM MIND and WISDOM LIGHT of JESUS CHRIST. This WORD embodies the STRENGTH and POWER of HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS.

The WORD is the EXAMPLE of HIS TESTIMONY for all BEINGS to LIVE by, for all who have their being have their BEING in HIM who has made them. This is You and I. We are made according to His TESTIMONY that we shall inherit the Kingdom as Sons and Daughters of the Light of His Imminence. HIS MYSTERY has been REVEALED through HIS SON. We are the witness of the LIVING REVELATION, and thus HIS DESTINY, HIS POWER, PROPHECY and HEALING are spontaneously and ceaselessly revealed through us as the LIVING BREATH of OURSELVES. AMEN!

The BREATH of the HOLY SPIRIT is DIVINE!

Thus being of SOUND MIND we are called into TIME to bare witness as the LIVING EXAMPLE he has created us to be, endued with the GIFT of LIFE, and so spirited with and by FAITH. This FAITH is the HARBINGER of the NEW TIME: the TIME of the PROPHETS, in which the PROPHECY of the TRANSFIGURATION and TRANSUBSTANTIATION shall be made ACTUAL in adherence with the SEQUENCE of HIS IMAGINING. The time of transformation is over. The time of transmutation is at an end. This means we have not heard the WORD, but rather we have been HEARD by IT, are KNOWN by IT as IT IS, and are so being elevated according to HIS MERCY and GRACE to participate in the KINGDOM in a new way:: In the LIVING WAY!

AMEN! PRAISE GOD! HALLELUJAH!

Then He led me out of the body. I had been offered poisoned food three hours before. I knew it was cursed by brujos. I checked with the wild dogs who scavenged under cover of the incandescent desert halo in the old burial ground on the border nearby, and they fled like the night when offered chicken legs and thighs. No Bueno! So the hunger continued unchecked, as the soul consumed itself, puncturing its own inflation according to each station passed through as the body unlocked the mysteries of the temple in conceals genetically, by Divine Design.

I am before my King! I am in the mansion He has established for me in Zion. I am abiding in the Presence of Divine Inheritance, as Divine Inheritance is. The Gifts of the Kingdom are infielding into my weave, as I am leaving corporeality more and more, in order to assume my birthright according to His Will and Purpose. LOOK! He says. And Reveals: this is what I have established and made you for. He reveals [: You are reading it as it reads you in order to convey His purpose!] and He bids me: Know me as the DIFFERENCE! Now go.

And so I will my way away from my heavenly station that he has enthroned me in (according to His command), and retreat back to my former logos. I escape from the Real into reality which is a temporal artificiality. Immediately, legions of demonic forces appear, organized and intent on destruction. Chaos survives its own peril through discipline to do, effort to will. I am in my former, seated at the center of my familiar. I am observing the celestial landscape. It is aligned in a seeming limitless vastness with luminous energy fields of awakened intent. These are the mandalas of the wisdom mind of man, the apex of his achievement, towers of babel, that makes men believe and achieve according to their own purpose and intention, thinking that energy follows their own intention, that they can unbecome through their own efforts, by realizing the self-perfection of emptiness. The spiritual and genetic code that informs and influences man to be his own person reveals that he can achieve the approximation of the KINGDOM and so declare himself a God amongst other men. He can have His freedom if He wants it bad enough. If he is hungry enough to devour himself, his ego, and the representations of everything else in his pathway, to become a spiritual cannibal. This is the disguise of the rebellion, that denies the TRUE LIGHT of OUR CREATOR, and seeks to abolish divine order by amassing as much power in order to overthrow Zion. These stations of enlightenment that present as authentic to the minds and hearts of man are approximations of heaven, that attempt to harness man’s energy, thought and power to strengthen the foundations of their spiritual illusions in order to make them seem real. This is the very nature of beguilement, and the work of worshiping false idols, and how the dynamism of the lie unfolds its operation, and why: to DECEIVE.

Then Jesus spoke to me: NOW you know WHY:

I AM THE DIFFERENCE.

I AM THE WAY. THE TRUTH. THE LIFE.

I cried for a month after returning back to flesh, repenting and dying to deception and watching as the fullscale demolition of the division and the wiles of divisiveness engendered by my lifestyle in inherited rebellion were smashed, my mind systematically erased. This process took 9ine years, from desert death to His full advance in this wilderness to Resurrection back into the mission field to exercise His will. Backsliding, backbiting, hiding, denying Him are all apart of my story, as I wrestled with the spirit of fear, denying disobedience and the advent of sin until I was understood by the fact that there is no new condemnation, and we are released into the inheritance of our true and perfect freedom by the Victory that is knowing Jesus. He revealed the nature of generational sin, breaking down the strongholds of the afflictions of sin inherited through the maternal and paternal bloodlines, and released me from spiritual bondage. As I sat in meditation His meditation sat and grew within me, where His crown received me, and through it the descent of the hologram of Him appeared in the outpouring of an open Heaven above and within me. In my spiritual I :: I was received by Christ as the spiraling matrix and the revelation of HIS healing and deliverance matrices were spliced into me by His DNA. Then he began to right me:

and these words are the unfolding of the prophetic ministry He has endued me with to REVIVE a nation with the wisdom of His Pure Poetry. It is called 43!

I have prayed over every word as each inscripted itself upon me, continuously lifting this life’s work and calling up to heaven for the full power of its blessing and anointing in HIM, for truly, JEHOVAH IS SALVATION. And I believe every WORD of GOD has the complete power to transform our lives into the space of TRANSFIGURATION, which is the dispensation of this latter-rain. WE ARE IN THE TIME of REVIVAL, and it begins with each of us, so take that GOOD LONG LOOK in the MIRROR! It is DIVINE.

Rolling thunder of repentance. Beneath the enveloping intelligence that canopies as grace the formation of a tabernacle who is HIS HOLINESS where the altar is scorched earth of self. Naked light wearing blue halos tube the vertical scape of night. Deep penetrating darkness knows difference as sameness, sameness as the quality of true peace, true peace the freedom from the dream and it reaches from within itself to reveal ourselves to it, mirrors the cosm and the crack, showing the glimmer of a face in the interstitial membrane we know not as trust but as faith. In HIM we are revealed.

Upon completion of this:: SOME STRANGE THING, volume I of the trilogy the LORD’s HOT PURSUIT, I began a death roll as the war in spirit commenced after the outpouring. Attack was happening on all fronts, and I became deathly ill. I could not not think, feel, see, breathe, function. Only pray. Only cry, and repent, searching for any unconfessed sin. I trust in the LORD’S RIGHTEOUSNESS.

Then the LORD revealed HIMSELF as PRESENCE :: enveloping me as we synthesized into a tabernacle covering the earth. The LORD sustained vision as the abiding presence of Heaven. My body became the earth, my canyoned chest its crevasse, reaching down into its core, with my heart beating as its pulse.

Across the razor slice of night, the blood of dreams drips outside of congruence. The shelter of appearance becomes a shack of disappearance and an absence of approval. Drops fall on the cold steel of irony as insufficiency tosses and turns itself inside out. Wet sweat of something pressing and cutting inside of the spirit lacquers skin in a fit of mauve. We are not fighting battles, if we are in fact called to the fight, to fight the good fight, in the flesh or in the world but against principalities and dominions and powers and thrones who seek to usurp the throne and contend for Sovereignty of the Kingdom of TRUE LIGHT. The battle is raging in the spirit, against the house of spirit, where the enemy attacks unseen because our vision is concealed from itself for we remain beguiled by the kingdom of darkness and purchased by the prince of the aire.

Repentance is a thunder drum.

Sickness, disease and suffering spirits manifested multifariously, generating the effect of calamity that deceive the wise and convince him of the imminence of his own death, through which he will learn to cherish the things of this world, and further cause him to abandon hope, and deny God. The power of ignorance that generates resistance and the perversion of lust that creates earthly weight that binds us to the enslavement of unreality came later. But these five forces marched orderly, soldiering through the underworld and sowing seeds of deception, aggressing against the dominion of the kingdom waiting to be embodied and ennobled in God’s children. And this is the revelation that was given to bring spiritual wickedness that hides in darkness into the light, and is the impetus for this Life’s work according to His purpose. For if we are 2 be actualized by Him that the fullness of our faith may cause the fruition of His revelation in the Power of REVIVAL, we must be lived through by Him and each word that proceeds from His mouth in giving testimony of Jesus, for this is the spirit of prophecy and the certain way to be acted upon as agents of transfiguration that give cause to the annihilation of the kingdom of darkness, as harbingers of the TRUE LIGHT!

I rejoice in the LORD, that the power of His WISDOM WORD, that is EXACT, is cutting through the facade of death and the darkness of deceiving ignorance! Let all the towers topple. NOW!

AMEN!

Afterthought:

SOME STRANGE THING is a weave. AWARE. It takes place in time, but is written out of time. The action takes place in Eternity, and reveals itself in the space of 24 hours of youthful skateboarding adventure when I am 17. It explores the rhythm of life, the influences that contain and liberate, and the nature of the historical and how it makes itself relevant in our journey when we have a calling, and it is HIM. The material is immaterial, in that it is intended to reveal the seeds of faith in and out of context, and how those seeds get sown, and the reflexive action they have upon a witnessing agency for and in Christ, as we are called to Him.

This work is autobiographical. I consider it an auto-novel. A true work of meta-fiction, in that context serves the relevant through synthesization of appearances and happening occurring in and out of time. The information field is relevant to a person in its irrelevancy in that all things work to the good of those who Love Him and are called according to His purpose. Everything that occurs as the action of the story and interweaving timelines serve the purpose of Truth (which is HIM), and reveals how perspective, which is the energy of the soul-body, is formed, informed, uninformed, de-formed & reformed through capitulation to His Ascent from within. This is how our lives appear. Predestinated. We are sponges. We are capable of receiving everything that the world intends, and that He intends. I love when He rings us out, and we sit vanquished on the slick surface of an edge of sink, wondering how far down is that dark hole of drain, embarrassed by the scent of our nakedness.

I feel like that sponge now. Sort of. I gave this book my all. He gave me the spirit and courage in faith to write it. It was already written, before I was born. He taught me to be responsive to the space necessary to let Him in. He taught me how to write, create convention to generate story line while serving the purpose in His intention. This book served as a mighty healing and deliverance in my life. It has been written in total enjoyment. I pray as I lift SOME STRANGE THINGE, Volume I of the trilogy the LORD’s HOT PURSUIT, and the media and arts ministry of 43, up to Heaven, for sanctification, for we are justified by His blood. I pray for the total influx and flow of His righteousness throughout and as every single word, and the revelation of the abundance and provision that is His peace. I pray this in Jesus’ name! AMEN!

“Do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal among you, which comes upon you for your testing, as though some strange thing were happening to you”

-1 Peter 4:12

p.s. There will be challenges in your opinion, evaluation and judgment concerning some or all of the language used in this book. It may offend you. It may inspire you. God knows! Certain words and phrases have been used to serve the purpose of context, and not the intention of the vainglorious, or the vagrancy of the foul.

p.s.s Thank you for reading this. I love you!