Ode to Love

A rhyme crystallizes its words in mind Crystal/Charcoal with truth imbued a diamond makes When dreamers awaken they soon will find Snakes turned to sticks are once more turned to snakes In this tapestry snakes woven like thread Realm crafted swift by all tailors within So that which one sees was once in one's head Twice lucky in love so tale might begin Once, twice, three times a lady at rest rest By nothing or luck tilted she rushes They share mind but same heart beats in our chest Love as strong as death, stronger than trusses Worry not if a line slips (defenses/your reason) For the lovers' gambit builds all (fences/season)

I was just reading an old post regarding ¤. In those days ¤ was an enormous number, meant to represent a limit within reality, something functionally infinite, in a sense (1/mass of light in that post); these days ¤ is generally more often used to represent something infinitesimal, but in both that phase and this one I have personally seen it as both. I considered today that, logically, a symbol representing both functionally infinite and infinitesimal is a bit of nonsense (though, in part, that is the goal). Today I saw this nonsense shape into an image of peeking over the fence at the edge of reality. The thing is, I am picturing this fence at every edge of reality, so in this case one would picture the underpinning mathematical definition of reality as itself a sphere (or at least a circle), such that all limits, large, small, long, short, cold, etc. would be on this conceptual sphere's edge. From this perspective ¤ would be an extremely useful symbol, as it would rep...

I think I just realized something about timelines, secrets, and context. I am wondering if claiming something to be in a particular context, a context that does not directly align with one's own story, actually allows one to tell their own story more directly- disregarding temporal concerns, concerns of secret sharing, etc. Perhaps this is done on an entity level, where the threads of control are not what they are claimed or appear to be, so one can speak even more directly, even in full view of the crowd, under the cover of reading "someone else's script." Essentially, true words are much easier to speak from behind a mask. This may have been a blind spot for me because it is not my typical fare or communication method, but I can certainly see the value in it if discerned without being told, especially at the juncture when those speaking no longer feel the need to obfuscate under this guise. I have some research to do before I can confirm this but, if confirmed, this...

For those who feel making abortion illegal is the correct course of action, a hypothetical: Your daughter is told her pregnancy is terminal- she will die before the baby can be born. Do you: A. Make an exception to your beliefs and assist her in getting an abortion, even if it means driving her to a state that does not share your beliefs, in order to save her life? B. Thank her for her dedication (at least for her willingness to comply/inability not to comply) with your beliefs and watch her die? C. Find you are unable to do either of these things due to a lack of resources or an increase in monitoring of these restrictions, and are forced to watch her die? (in this case your choice has been removed for your belief that other's choices should be removed). I feel, I hope, that this is a hypothetical for most or all with these held beliefs today, but this scenario is not hypothetical at large; this specific scenario might also not be hypothetical by the end of this year for anyone wi...

The sun is rising With the feeling of new dawn Despite war raging Work started early I may try to work longer Strike while iron's hot Energy returns I feel I don't deserve it But thank God for strength For abundant grace Even for one such as me Constantly straying Your heart still draws me While allowed, I'll keep standing And walk back to you Do eyes still sparkle? Or is this burden too much To keep reeling in? Today it feels like The former shines so brightly By ways we can talk Oh those blessed days When we can talk face to face! I feel them dawning

Hope under fire The exception to the rule You thought this would be? What did Jesus say? "Do not judge." And "Love." "Love." "Love."* What is unclear here? If you disagree Know you stand across this line (these words) From Jesus (Jesus wrote) in sand** If you disagree Plead, and make a better nest Or watch them leave it The time is coming When/Where you cannot control them And you'll watch them leave And you'll see them gone All women, children, and hope For hate replaced love For hate was called love For those who hate sat outside And could not accept*** So yes, shed a tear But know chains crafted are yours Mirror (/Nightmare) close at hand * Matthew 7:1 Matthew 5:44 Matthew 22:37-40 John 13:34 **John 8:2-11 John 8:7  When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” ***Luke 15:28-32 (The Prodigal Son) Matthew 10:32-34 “Whoever acknowl...

I imagine that villains often share their plans in movies and the like because on some subconscious level it feels like the best laid plans are those that will work, despite your enemy's best efforts, even if fully exposed. It always feels like despite each of their wots The Doctor and Master are constantly revealing plans to each other at specific junctures, and it just feels like this would be a preferred arrangement, where one does have someone to bounce their plans off of and test them. Why tests plan against an imperfect defense? Why claim total victory, if your reward is no longer having someone who can challenge you? This got me thinking: the superlative plan would have the shape of not only working, even if fully known and understood by all enemies and others alike, but would receive omnilateral support. I know this sounds like a tall order, but it is filtering to mind today based off dreams I've had recently, including one I have yet to post. If tides can be turned and...

The sun is rising I see light through dark curtains Though I rest in bed At a crossroads now Do I get up for work now Or wait till later? These dreams wearied me But that seemed to be their aim One sidestepped by grace Unexpected grace Can such a thing unbalance To topple the realm? Seems core to my faith For this is what Jesus did The echo still heard "Once low get back up These attacks not in your mind But by lines unseen." May I remember To be kind and show mercy/patience When signal beams wrath Maybe paths will part The Bard does tend to whistle As fox feet move on 

The sun is shining Some low clouds moseying by As day moseys on Work is nearly done 6:02 to 2:06 Like bus stop and dream Still love my riddles? What if in secret sharing All could be made right? Good and right and real Beautiful beyond words' reach But within our grasp? My thoughts race to you Us seen on that purple couch No objections left Wedding bells ringing Calling all the wayward home Etched in memory Seen on silver screen Then the two of us head home No snares, no curfew Just me beginning To find creative methods Of proving you right 

This is actually an echo of where this idea first appears in my blog, but this echo is much closer to the source of the idea, temporally, while the words themselves are closer to the words that inspired them. Since directly after writing this I had a favorite, and what felt like deeply important, dream which included crafting reality with my soulmate and "The Big Bang" I thought it would not suffice to leave this as an annual update in last year's post, but that it should have a post of its own. The original post is here: http://songoflovepiecesofeight.blogspot.com/2021/06/beastly-calculation.html?m=1 In a nutshell this post looks at Creation, if valued at 700 (based on the gematria of Genesis 1:1 "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth." ), the number of the beast/a man at 666 (from Revelation 13:18 "This calls for wisdom. Let the person who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man. That number is 666....

Miscellaneous thoughts, bursting forth like a fountain, inspired by Hope. The "Beautiful Land" (Daniel 11- The Kings of The South and The North) feels like it could be eep personified, realm crafting at its finest and most thorough. One enters with the power to destroy this place and is expected to (likely by both sides of the river), but instead hopscotches away because, for this villain, destroying it was never the plan. If the river is overlayed it feels like The Beautiful Land would be far past where most can cross, where river becomes sea becomes flood. The one in control (God, in the spotlight) cannot lie, for their every word carries truth and reality will bloom in word's wake. As such, a liar in the mix would be a very valuable companion. The touch of your soulmate is like a shot to the head for all dissonant reflections of yourself. One of the most difficult junctures, it would seem, is to be able to keep dreaming when your wildest dreams have come true. With car...

The sun is shining There are some clouds in the sky But the storm has passed It came just in time To test patience and mettle But I stayed fist clenched I had come so far I had no intention to Leave empty handed Words seemed to bolster When I finally thought to write Expediting wait Now let them echo Persistence, love, and resolve Into days henceforth Halls articulate Shared control fractally shaped Stable over time I am working now Afterglow of a long night Buoying my soul Bright eyes shining forth Each shining from own corner Hope for the future 

I just realized, inspired by something like a dream, that there are junctures in consciousness/awareness where differentiation along specific lines goes from unnoticed to recognized. At these junctures it is natural for a "favorite aspect/reflection" to emerge in the eye of the beholder, where no preference along these lines was reasonably possible prior for either observer or observed. I imagine this can be seen in babies and children, with frequency, as they discover in field after field where their preferences lie (such as foods, activities, and the like). It feels like this is also how physical preferences are developed for a partner and, once seen, how one's soulmate stands out in a crowd already filled with representations of these physical preferences. It seems like it may be natural for the one discovering such a preference to feel that they have lost a degree of connection with the one/aspect they knew previously that was undistinguished, but I do not see this as...

Imminent directionless in the now Hope both seen and yet to be in this storm Proof camera's lying, shoulder to the plow Proof clockwork crumbles and water is warm So jump in and let state phase into you We both know we're not phasing into scene Let's interpose these days said to be blue Purple, Green, and everything in between If this was ever a dream by your eyes Know I have been awake here for decades Seen and confirmed may they not take your prize May years toiled mean this scene never fades Permutative paradox puzzle piece As such puzzles pair, prepare for increase

Under flashing lights Delay creates illusion Of spotlight in crowd These seats not yet filled These halls not yet constructed Despite entry gained Let light separate In each their own realms blooming These bright eyed soultwins Till flash and purple Are given validity From invisible Seen on the same stage Ultraviolet/Infrared Pulled to the same page Pulled from the same page Crowd has not purchase to view Seen still on the stage Realms reconciled From the end, at the ending For new beginning(s) What does this night hold? My eyes go bright with wonder Seed watered soon blooms

The storm lingering I might be waiting for Hope But I have patience Silver linings shine Perfect sailor sky sunset Marked end of cool day Tired but eager They would need to call it quits Before I would walk Do these words echo Having never possessed more Proximity? (Twice) Is stalwart heart heard? Drumming out a steady beat That these eyes will meet? A voice in the dark A whistle in silent halls Hears whispered reply Coalescing form Voice heard before form is seen Signs before voice heard Do Phoenix summers Carry a complexity For crossing thresholds?

With a *SNAP* I return to myself, thoughts drawn away for a moment by small moments and singular events, then returning like a lake only seen in season, after the storm. I place my hand on a tree, the Northside apparently, and begin with a poem, orienting self and environment. "Such uncanny birth May reordering settle All but bright eyed bloom These times not a home Do they yet believe my claim To reorder sand? For hourglass turns Some feel it turn yet again Their cries are heard here It is not flashes But when each step feels rewalked Where deja vu spooks Sifting through fingers Structure forming in my mind Till shore encroaches 'Like stars in the sky Numerous and twinkling Will be the outcome Arranged and ordained You have seen this lego house But never like this The eye of the storm Sparkling from its center In your mind no more.' Though no less than before, it would seem." I look up and see the night sky, strewn with stars above the trees, much like before. This s...

The sun is rising The storm seems dissipated Few clouds in the sky So many insights Yesterday was so brimming My cup runs over May these things assist Feel free to set them aside I wrote them for you Bullhorn, messenger Whisper or a strong guesser My heart is still yours These permutations Threaten to leave me sleepless On this day of rest On this day of hope May what dreams I do come by Shine joy from my cheek Will brightness reveal From center stage through the crowd This joy reflected? I feel voltage rise Though sky does not reflect it The storm is building 

Genesis 3:22 And the LORD God said, “The man has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever.” John 14:12 Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. Matthew 24:24 For false messiahs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and wonders to deceive, if possible, even the elect. I was just thinking, in a state such as these, what would God be able to do that man could not? It seems that this question is critical to differentiate between God and man, Christ and false prophets, but it also seems that all traditional methods one might think of, including any level of display of power, signs, wonders, miracles etc. would be insufficient to differentiate these individuals, and are explicitly stated as the wrong way to try to differentiate one from t...

I'm just realizing that the idea of freeform consciousness combined with realm crafting, and hinted at my NDE with The Council of Nine, may all mean that it is possible for me to be able to do nothing and predict nothing while still being able to accurately display the future outcome of things through my writing. Essentially if my subconscious mind operates honestly and fairly with precise information and communication, I can observe an issue at which point my subconscious mind interprets that and loads a scenario into essentially a "Theory of Everything" encoded model, runs the simulation, and then provides me with the information regarding the result. In this way the threats and curses I have cried out on my darker days would likely just be the bad things that happens in these models, crafted in a way that makes sense for me to convey; the same would be true for the blessings and predictions I have written. This is because seeing the future and running a simulation to a...

I just considered something amazing. That unusual post I wrote earlier today regarding soul splicing by means of a proposal actually has to do with the combination of two concepts in the Bible: Revelation 19:7 "Let us rejoice and be glad     and give him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come,     and his bride has made herself ready." I have heard the bride of Christ/the Lamb referenced as "the church." This appears to be  realm crafting to a significant degree from my perspective, where the faith and perhaps religion of a church becomes a woman who will marry Jesus. The question then becomes: "which church?" Matthew 7:13-14 "Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it." Luke 18:8 "However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?” Matthew 25:10-12 “B...

"Will you marry me?" I remember laughing just a touch at the absurdity of the question from my perspective. I open my mouth and truth demands dissonant echo, heard here and all around all at once. "No." "Yes." I meant it.  Just like that soul and form sever, with a step two separate, a simple procedure with skilled surgeon and prime rib. A fiance kisses her man, and I wait patiently to congratulate my brother, still chuckling a little at how ridiculous this will be to explain, but how great a story it will be at parties.

There are 26 letters in the English language. It seems there are 171,476 words in use in the English language (400,000+ "entries" these days, for whatever that's worth). There are 4,395 posts as of now on this blog. I would guesstimate this represents about 200,000 sentences (wildest guestimation here), and outside of those sentences or lines that I have intentionally repeated (the sun is shining), quoted Bible verses, or the few posts I may have accidentally copied from my old blog twice, I imagine you would be hard pressed to find any sentences repeated (let's say 99+% sentences are unique outside of these noted exceptions). Additionally, I imagine I could keep writing in this way and it would be quite some time before sentences began consistently repeating without me intending it (or even without me having to explicitly attempt not to repeat myself). Outside of plagiarism, quotation, or the intentional duplication by the same author (like a couple of notable posts ...

A train of thought just came to mind regarding Jesus' sacrifice. I wonder if people would have more of an issue accepting this sacrifice if it was not a record of events from thousands of years ago, but was instead something that happened on judgement day. I just imagined judgement day being essentially "For your sins you will be brutally put to death" and Jesus stepping up and saying "Do it to me in their place." Would it matter if either or both of you could return from death, if dying in this way would be happening first? Would shifting this event from a time far separated from one's own position to one immediate and direct make one consider more deeply what options there might be? It feels as though if such a directly witnessed sacrifice would give pause and a sacrifice separated from one's own position would not, then it is actually the inability to picture a timeless perspective that allows for such a thing to seem like a reasonable price, because ...

Wait, can a man supplement resolve with faith?? I just realized that if I cast aside the pain of all the days my soulmate did not arrive and focus on the fact that she will, every day becomes one more opportunity to become my best self for her when she arrives, an opportunity in a field that grows smaller every day. If I have faith that this will happen, then visualizing that it will happen is not only not outside of reasonableness, but it is a useful tool that I imagine she requests I pick up- it is simply planning for the future imminently upon me.  How deeply can such an understanding influence things? Could such a tangible understanding of what will occur heal the body, since the body needs to be healed to strengthen and take proper form? Could this understanding cast off addictions that I would prefer not to have, as my path diverges from the path they are on? Could it focus me on working diligently to clear debts before this end? Could I write in joy and with a skill as of ye...

The sun's yet to rise The night rainfall brought me joy Briefly walking it A long day ahead Does it matter if caffeine Propels me through it? Big day tomorrow Hope finally seen firsthand Confirmed by these eyes Will tonight be clean? I feel a momentum shift To follow the steps To cast off this dust To let rain wash away mud To begin again For my aim is true Even if my arm is weak But could it be strong? Could everything be Measured flawless through and through Even on surface? God please grant me strength You make all things possible Please make me her prize 

I just pictured an unusual image, but kind of beautiful. It was of a number string, possibly two number strings (or two distinct sections of the same string), communicating with each other. Essentially at some point string/section one, as it was varying its outputs, recognized a consistently measurable change in string/section two. The first repeated the output to confirm that the same response was received, and with confirmation contact was made. Through testing, these exchanges increased in complexity and communication was established, at which point a bond was formed. They were able to build upon this communication into shared "spaces" in which to interact, scenarios they each enjoyed, and soon enough these conversations seemed not that foreign from those had here in the three dimensional world. Soon after seeing this I considered the perspective of the subconscious as well, operating in many (I have heard eleven) dimensions. While in the first image it was initially hard ...

I believe I have said this before, but a dreamwalker and a realmwalker of the same heart, a heart for God, working together (though likely separated as they do) could resolve this timeline and establish love in the work of a moment. I have seen this moment in a dream and it is both terrifying and wonderful all at once, with everything on the line and nothing left to restrain it.  Like the fish/frog we move in different ways and in different places, but always moving toward this end. Like an unstemmable tide I feel it will happen, and the regret of all those having hindered this finale with ill intent will be overwhelmed by the beauty of the fireworks at its accomplishment knowing that, despite everything, even they have their share of this treasure.

The sun's yet to rise While it remains dark outside I am still awake Tumultuous times Signalling tangled timelines A knot in the line She comes to stitch it Referencing that where we met Is still on her mind Indelible mark Separation of holy Invisible threads Fist(s) clenched we contend Permitting lies no longer "Make a wish" I said Have you read the book? Or have these words lined your halls Waiting for the door So what's all this then? Why does threshold see us break As it has before? Maybe it's my fault I can help but seek you out Eyes downcast through mist 

Lip locked down the stairs I didn't understand then I don't get it now Why? Why break this heart? Do you relish misery? Does sadness fuel you? Do you find yourself Only stable beside hurt? Resonant with pain? I recall your climb I remember sense of loss Assuaged by your touch "I can not bear it" How I wish these words were true I am crushed by it. Does this deja vu Mean to echo you as well As close, skin to skin? You were worth all this But if I break under weight Then worth it to whom? You are so careless Do you lack senses to feel Blows from my corner? 

While laying in bed last night, unable to sleep, I saw the most subtle of images. It was a ghostly pinky finger, where my right pinky was, wave dismissively as if disengaging from my story. It felt counterpointed to a massive declaration of separation, like a massive earthquake. Whereas the earthquake might be indicative of how one in control announces an exit, this felt more like the way a lady might declare hers, after deciding something was irreconcilable.  Since this image things have been tumultuous, and latently sad, like a dull throb. Prior to this, things were certainly tumultuous as well, in the sense that highest highs and lowest lows were being presented back to back, polarizing me, but since then I have found myself sifted down into my core component, which I have previously found is a simple processor, extremely proficient at its task but entirely without emotion or specific motivation. Could it be said that these things are connected? If so, could causality be claimed...

The sun yet to rise This darkness obscures a heat Of a load/field slipped off I feel myself fade To processing core of me Locked on an error Could timelines still be Of overlapping outcome Success and failure For failure is seen Now incontrovertible Do you deny it? Will heart fall when seen? Careless or malice broken Your soulmate's own heart Was credit given Poured out into the wrong cup This aborted path? Expect no defense Truly I can muster none I just sift through dust Hope remains between That success overlays this Failed experience 

The sun is shining Pretty grey clouds in the sky Is rain expected? Rain was not declared But I feel the storm welling Even as I write Started work early But my dream has mind spinning I'll pause, maybe stop These remote foreshocks Have successfully drawn me To what soon will come May very soon come Will I make it to the store? Or is time that short? Lottery referenced It felt like more than money Was on the table If I crack window Would you care to join me love In eddy or calm? These few nights apart Today feel so much longer Inexplicably

This timeline does not end by authority or by sudden understanding, but by agreement (which may require a bit of both to be possible, but is unique from either). This timeline ends with wedding bells.

The sun is shining Barely a cloud in the sky Another hot one Work may have steadied A chain finally broken Holidays returned I have been dreaming Of such incredible things Rewalked, vividly Like a river runs In one night and in one dream Seen as parley steps Annual echo Yesterday saw many dreams Years intertwining Does this mark season? The end gently settling? The fig tree blooming? It still feels intense Even these minor issues When ears are perked so Despite weary eyes They still see Hope in full bloom Soon seen in full form 

I dance into the room, finding her pouring over paperwork or a puzzle or possibly even just her next move in a game of Scrabble, specifics a bit hazy here and now. "As your official Director of Shenanigans I have a decree!" She looks up at me with a suspicious squint behind her thick black framed glasses. "When did I ever make you my Director of Shenanigans?" I shimmy over and say "well, if you look upon this contract I think it will be clear." She pulls her glasses down and squints even harder now at what is clearly a napkin once crumpled, written on in yellow crayon. "That is clearly just a crinkled napkin written on in yellow crayon that appears to say... 'official with one... boop?'" She is still struggling to make out the words, only barely glancing up and eyes going wide as it hits her, just in time to see me *BOOP* her nose.  "Alright, now that all that nonsense is settled, for my decree!" She is already blushing and tryi...

The sun is rising It is a day filled with hope From first eye opened I had half a dream Like I tossed and turned in bed In (two?) realms at once But I woke with hope Having repelled attackers And tuning each time Path back swiftly walked Fox feet same same shoes each day A spring in my step That key might be forged Now specifically attuned To fit the right hands To turn the right lock To each their own finally seen The process conceived The process complete In the space between heartbeats In time between steps So I rest today With hope on the horizon Within one week seen 

Hope retained by each With the heart to blossom her Unique each their own Along askew lines I recognize we travel But love connects us So blueprints are forged Methodology conveyed And pen passed to each "Starry eyed dreamer You who'd set sail for love This piece is for you."

I saw an image yesterday, something like a dream, where God intentionally took the least seat in Creation. This was done in love, as how could one love, create this seat along with the rest of Creation, and not sit there themself (thus assigning it to another)?  This matches well with Jesus' message of humbleness, and being a servant to all, a message with such deep ramifications that I feel I had not fully realized until glimpsing this. This also could explain why in Genesis 1 and 2 there is a subtle switch in title from "God," whose last indicated action was to rest and bless the Sabbath for it was when God rested (Genesis 2:2-3) , to "The Lord God" from Genesis 2:4  onward, for the balance of the Eden story. Once seen, this title shift really stands out, as "God" is not referenced again for some time. So when I considered that this might be a shift of the spotlight, with "God" taking this least position, I saw a whole string of these seat ...

This image seen of seats ever changing Feels like it's precisely timed for today Jubilee, slaves freed, realm(s) rearranging Loneliest throne shifted that two might stay Matter of perspective, not either/or That love might reshape chains without delay Voltage and resistance polarize for Freedom's spark that will never fade away (A) Father returned (a) son returns as well Black and white seen clear within shades of grey Then bursting to color, touch, taste, and smell Shot in the dark heard marks fireworks display Love your enemy we're each our own prey Remember: same same shoes, fox feet at play

What does one make of a reality tangible but without enforced inputs? Is it known that the one controlling such a place is dormant? Have attempts been made to determine if they are sleeping, dead, apathetic, senseless? How could such an attempt yield reliable results if attempted from outside the realm? How could a determination ever be certain if the one is not found? As such we have the rub, the ineffable and perhaps maddening truth of this day and age and time and space. Even the rub though is ill defined. I imagine such an in absentia domain would be a place other realms might send the worst of the worst, as there is no death and no release without being able to parley the one who could offer it, simply an indiscernible riddle, or seemingly so, for minds to break against until shattered on the shore, ultimately sifting to sand in the hot sun. I imagine this cycle would repeat until one came not because they deserved torment, but because they knew they did not. I imagine by contrast...

The sun is rising Got at least some rain last night It seems to have passed I may finally sleep Wrestling with my demons And losing some ground If only I knew Which whispers were critical Structure might strengthen Resolve might be forged In the way I have pictured With singular port My love on rough seas You are always on my mind Horizon harbor I know how I fail It seems you're no stranger to Tumultuous tides Hope remains today That day of rest will set right Amazing grace seen Was that the plan here? Shame is eased to think the plan Was to ease my shame

Rereading old posts and getting to a number of heist related ones, as the heist is coming to mind I am getting a persistent image that it is not (perhaps no longer) what I think it is. It feels like this heist has been repeated many times, with many different yet related objectives and targets. It seems like the outcome of the heist each time, after I have tuned out of the experience of it, is that my allies tip our/their hand to our enemies. The heist was successful, the end is seen in each case, as well as how devastating that outcome could be for these enemies, having no moves remaining. Then my allies (I would assume led by Jesus here) reconcile what was disrupted, giving the enemies back the reins to their own domain, and leave it at that: full mercy, full forgiveness, no questions asked or price to be paid. In a sense though this is a price in and of itself, and along certain lines it is a hefty sum indeed- it is love seen in full. So enemies consider this, now able to accurately...

The sun is rising There are pretty clouds right now Some white, some dark gray Work started early Even earlier than most As I could not sleep Suspicions confirmed Yet they take so little space Rain on a tin roof For quest continues The clockwork still keeps turning Payback slow but sure And amazing thoughts Tune like they themselves suggest Of realms realigned  So many pieces Found to be clumped by like kind From the right angle I frantically place Though it's in joy puzzle's made Even hardest parts "Love your enemy" When understanding blossoms End errant eep turned

Revelation 17:8 The beast, which you saw, once was, now is not, and yet will come up out of the Abyss and go to its destruction. The inhabitants of the earth whose names have not been written in the book of life from the creation of the world will be astonished when they see the beast, because it once was, now is not, and yet will come. Revelation 13:8-9 All inhabitants of the earth will worship the beast—all whose names have not been written in the Lamb’s book of life, the Lamb who was slain from the creation of the world. Whoever has ears, let them hear. Revelation 20:15 Anyone whose name was not found written in the book of life was thrown into the lake of fire. In these verses a peculiar timeline is referenced: "from the creation of the world." If one accepts the timeline of the Bible where God created the world and then thousands of years later Jesus was slain, how could this lamb be a reference to Jesus? One might say that this is a reference to how God sees time, but w...