"Open The Book And I Shall Walk With Thee"

“Gird yourselves with truth, vest yourselves with understanding, shout into the waters “WE DO NOT DIE”; grasp at eternities womb, collision of universes he awaited.”

“Was he an author, and poet? What for his ink is solid and whole? A pledge if I may write with the pen, that it be with fire upon their tablets.”

“Heavens strings hold the harp together, trusting in the lyre; the bow bent back, arrows caressing the cheekbone, “FOR ALL I AM” “Let the Brothers of Darkness consume themselves”.

“An flicker of weightlessness, the alchemy charged from the essences of purity, scarcity of the Men truly from The Source of All Creation, as witnesses unto the dimensional constructs.”

“Illusions exposed unto the eye since their first breath. The fallen clambered for an exit scheme. Piercing the waters of creation they sought to explore from the pit.”

“The firmament shewed me his handiwork, blended by forces governed by the unfathomable being. Collective mysteries threaded the landscapes of Eden; Mine eye beheld what once was. Spoken in secret the temple shone brighter than visible light.”

“Magic as the destined root, by reason they hid themselves from his face.”

“Keeping watch in the midst of the darkness, demons bickering about their demise. A glimmer of hope unto the children of light, for they knew not the time; they knew the measurements.”

“Refined by the all-consuming love, we embodied the fierceness of the seraphim that surrounded the Throne”

“He whetted the stone, pineal unlocked, swirling around in his hand was the truth of their origins”

“Carrying on his shoulders the world, burdened by the cries he heard in the distant Galaxia”

“Defining the construct of the particulate, as though man governed the universal; an wicked device casted by those whom lurk below and above”

“Microcosms of the heavens found within the body; we walked about the starry hosts seeking to clean the threshing floor”

“Golden dewiness dripped from the armor, honey was his meal. What is the Manna, if it not be from The Scroll? “

“Psaltery tears write unto the Maker. Their journey was in forever; the infants of eternity.”

“An multitude of Holy Ones who seen the face of The Maker walketh about the earth”

“Hide not from your eternal self the understanding of being existent over matter & the decay of time”

“Blessed be the meek for their feet are weary; offering an drink to the neighbor; surely there is Life in him”

“Lay upon mine bosom, my beloved; thine heart pounds of interwoven textures of ancient languages concealed”

“Hasten the chariots across the skies; sing unto the congregation harmonic sequences”

“Bring fourth unto them knowledge; bearing the seed of truth bound within your breastplate”

The days unfolded like an scroll before mine eyes. Peering through my window, I beheld a cloud formed into the shape of an opened book drifting toward a gap that was shining sunlight through like a needle in them. The I AM spoke unto me “child, open the book and I shall walk with thee.”

I looked upon the gospels(The Codex) with mine eye untethered to the worldly interpretations or literal quantification's made by mortal men…

The voice of GOD was upon me, infinite love surrounded the particulates and their formations. I could not fathom the tranquil volume of peace, joy, and happiness I beheld by each string he sung unto me.

The countenance of mine face became seen in the other dimensions; breathed into my lungs was The Word, as everything that existed spoke of The Source of Creation.

An carpenter was hired that day to build a shed on a new foundation. That I might supplant into the universal constructs the knowledge of I Am Who I Am.

Like as the wild flower still finds nourishment, the words we exchanged gave life unto my soul as there was nothing I didst not believe; He spoke unto mine heart mysteries of impossibilities.

Knowing his adversaries prior to unlocking that which hides within the anatomy(DNA) of man and the scrolls; I beheld the words of mine fingertips in the realms of nonexistent time.

Looking upon mine palms for the scars when the star(of Bethlehem) appeared; memories unfolded like an garment; The world held no weight, the densities of matter.

The clouds formed an halo above; the ground beneath me shook; Then he said unto creation “consecrate the bride” “the angels rejoiceth”.

As the living waters around me changed in form; Mine existence was outside of Space-time, accessing all dimensions; For what was impossible? Looking up unto the universe; I answered “I choose to stay and protect the realm(and My People)”.

The entirety of mine spirit was caught up unto heaven; “My child, I made this for thine eyes”, I soared amidst the stars, the Milky Way is immaculate to behold. In the twinkling of an eye he shewed me everything.

Returning unto the matrices confined in matter, 4th dimensional space-time; the realizations of how unclean and troublesome the waters were because of his adversaries; I wept at the sight of it all.

Inclining thine eye to study unto the fabric of creation, following the will of GOD for measurement and instruction; the taste of manna in the wilderness; I tarried to understand the experiences that encompassed me about; Knowing, yet not knowing all.

Holding in my wings the magnet of mine soul, brought forth from thy rib; I Am brought me unto eternity; a dimensional dance in the darkest hours; understanding the sacred wedding, collapsing time for a moment, the living waters became still.

November 11-19 2015...

The days unfolded like an scroll before mine eyes. Peering through my window, I beheld a cloud formed into the shape of an opened book drifting toward a gap that was shining sunlight through like a needle in them. The I AM spoke unto me “child, open the book and I shall walk with thee.”

I looked upon the gospels(The Codex) with mine eye untethered to the worldly interpretations or literal quantification's made by mortal men…

The voice of GOD was upon me, infinite love surrounded the particulates and their formations. I could not fathom the tranquil volume of peace, joy, and happiness I beheld by each string he sung unto me.

The countenance of mine face became seen in the other dimensions; breathed into my lungs was The Word, as everything that existed spoke of The Source of Creation.

An carpenter was hired that day to build a shed on a new foundation. That I might supplant into the universal constructs the knowledge of I Am Who I Am.

Like as the wild flower still finds nourishment, the words we exchanged gave life unto my soul as there was nothing I didst not believe; He spoke unto mine heart mysteries of impossibilities.

Knowing his adversaries prior to unlocking that which hides within the anatomy(DNA) of man and the scrolls; I beheld the words of mine fingertips in the realms of nonexistent time.

Looking upon mine palms for the scars when the star(of Bethlehem) appeared; memories unfolded like an garment; The world held no weight, the densities of matter.

The clouds formed an halo above; the ground beneath me shook; Then he said unto creation “consecrate the bride” “the angels rejoiceth”.

As the living waters around me changed in form; Mine existence was outside of Space-time, accessing all dimensions; For what was impossible? Looking up unto the universe; I answered “I choose to stay and protect the realm(and My People)”.

The entirety of mine spirit was caught up unto heaven; “My child, I made this for thine eyes”, I soared amidst the stars, the Milky Way is immaculate to behold. In the twinkling of an eye he shewed me everything.

Returning unto the matrices confined in matter, 4th dimensional space-time; the realizations of how unclean and troublesome the waters were because of his adversaries; I wept at the sight of it all.

Inclining thine eye to study unto the fabric of creation, following the will of GOD for measurement and instruction; the taste of manna in the wilderness; I tarried to understand the experiences that encompassed me about; Knowing, yet not knowing all.

Holding in my wings the magnet of mine soul, brought forth from thy rib; I Am brought me unto eternity; a dimensional dance in the darkest hours; understanding the sacred wedding, collapsing time for a moment, the living waters became still.

November 11-19 2015...

When I went to Solomon all he said was "we can only retard the dying process"

Am I retarded death?

Your belief is that death isnt a curse withwhich it is.. and it cannot be healed through massive changes of the DNA which are taking place so therefor your considered to many in the know as being retarded because ye are not enlightened nor spiritual if you use such discourse...

But also Solomon's THIRD Temple will not be of MAN's hands until i retrieve my wealth from MINE inheritance as being RIGHTFUL HEIR to the throne NOT queen elizabeth...

The days unfolded like an scroll before mine eyes. Peering through my window, I beheld a cloud formed into the shape of an opened book drifting toward a gap that was shining sunlight through like a needle in them. The I AM spoke unto me “child, open the book and I shall walk with thee.”

I looked upon the gospels(The Codex) with mine eye untethered to the worldly interpretations or literal quantification's made by mortal men…

The voice of GOD was upon me, infinite love surrounded the particulates and their formations. I could not fathom the tranquil volume of peace, joy, and happiness I beheld by each string he sung unto me.

The countenance of mine face became seen in the other dimensions; breathed into my lungs was The Word, as everything that existed spoke of The Source of Creation.

An carpenter was hired that day to build a shed on a new foundation. That I might supplant into the universal constructs the knowledge of I Am Who I Am.

Like as the wild flower still finds nourishment, the words we exchanged gave life unto my soul as there was nothing I didst not believe; He spoke unto mine heart mysteries of impossibilities.

Knowing his adversaries prior to unlocking that which hides within the anatomy(DNA) of man and the scrolls; I beheld the words of mine fingertips in the realms of nonexistent time.

Looking upon mine palms for the scars when the star(of Bethlehem) appeared; memories unfolded like an garment; The world held no weight, the densities of matter.

The clouds formed an halo above; the ground beneath me shook; Then he said unto creation “consecrate the bride” “the angels rejoiceth”.

As the living waters around me changed in form; Mine existence was outside of Space-time, accessing all dimensions; For what was impossible? Looking up unto the universe; I answered “I choose to stay and protect the realm(and My People)”.

The entirety of mine spirit was caught up unto heaven; “My child, I made this for thine eyes”, I soared amidst the stars, the Milky Way is immaculate to behold. In the twinkling of an eye he shewed me everything.

Returning unto the matrices confined in matter, 4th dimensional space-time; the realizations of how unclean and troublesome the waters were because of his adversaries; I wept at the sight of it all.

Inclining thine eye to study unto the fabric of creation, following the will of GOD for measurement and instruction; the taste of manna in the wilderness; I tarried to understand the experiences that encompassed me about; Knowing, yet not knowing all.

Holding in my wings the magnet of mine soul, brought forth from thy rib; I Am brought me unto eternity; a dimensional dance in the darkest hours; understanding the sacred wedding, collapsing time for a moment, the living waters became still.

November 11-19 2015...

“Gird yourselves with truth, vest yourselves with understanding, shout into the waters “WE DO NOT DIE”; grasp at eternities womb, collision of universes he awaited.”

“Was he an author, and poet? What for his ink is solid and whole? A pledge if I may write with the pen, that it be with fire upon their tablets.”

“Heavens strings hold the harp together, trusting in the lyre; the bow bent back, arrows caressing the cheekbone, “FOR ALL I AM” “Let the Brothers of Darkness consume themselves”.

“An flicker of weightlessness, the alchemy charged from the essences of purity, scarcity of the Men truly from The Source of All Creation, as witnesses unto the dimensional constructs.”

“Illusions exposed unto the eye since their first breath. The fallen clambered for an exit scheme. Piercing the waters of creation they sought to explore from the pit.”

“The firmament shewed me his handiwork, blended by forces governed by the unfathomable being. Collective mysteries threaded the landscapes of Eden; Mine eye beheld what once was. Spoken in secret the temple shone brighter than visible light.”

“Magic as the destined root, by reason they hid themselves from his face.”

“Keeping watch in the midst of the darkness, demons bickering about their demise. A glimmer of hope unto the children of light, for they knew not the time; they knew the measurements.”

“Refined by the all-consuming love, we embodied the fierceness of the seraphim that surrounded the Throne”

“He whetted the stone, pineal unlocked, swirling around in his hand was the truth of their origins”

“Carrying on his shoulders the world, burdened by the cries he heard in the distant Galaxia”

“Defining the construct of the particulate, as though man governed the universal; an wicked device casted by those whom lurk below and above”

“Microcosms of the heavens found within the body; we walked about the starry hosts seeking to clean the threshing floor”

“Golden dewiness dripped from the armor, honey was his meal. What is the Manna, if it not be from The Scroll? “

“Psaltery tears write unto the Maker. Their journey was in forever; the infants of eternity.”

“An multitude of Holy Ones who seen the face of The Maker walketh about the earth”

“Hide not from your eternal self the understanding of being existent over matter & the decay of time”

“Blessed be the meek for their feet are weary; offering an drink to the neighbor; surely there is Life in him”

“Lay upon mine bosom, my beloved; thine heart pounds of interwoven textures of ancient languages concealed”

“Hasten the chariots across the skies; sing unto the congregation harmonic sequences”

“Bring fourth unto them knowledge; bearing the seed of truth bound within your breastplate”

There are only two types of people in the world, those that Gather with Him, and those that scatter His sheep.


Every Idle word that a man shall speak, he will give an account for it on the Day of Judgment.

I see

There are only two types of people in the world, those that Gather with Him, and those that scatter His sheep.


Every Idle word that a man shall speak, he will give an account for it on the Day of Judgment.

I see

Fool

From you, I'll take that as a compliment.

demons hate seeing prophecy fulfilled, and what you attributed to evil is the work of the Holy Spirit

The unforgivable sin is when the religious rulers said the works that YESHUA was doing was by the power of demons.

And He told them, All sins will be forgiven, but whoever sins against, blasphemes the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven.


The statement you quoted is absolutely correct, but since there is no truth in you, you're unable to receive it.

And that doesn't bother me in the least.

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You have no idea who your dealing with here... to call your the ancestor of your fathers a demon is blasphemy in and of itself... I Am one of a few on earth whom the demons fear almost as much as yeshuah cuz he walks with me all of the days of my life... David Joshuah.. and in this instance what you brought fourth to defile my thread will be brought unto the maker to be judged... So you are kindly mistaken with whom you approach with your deciet and acting as though the holy ghost inspired your ministry where as you work to confuse and obfuscate the truth of the matter. But I forgive ye for ye were decieved in the days of tribulation where the spirit is poured out on all flesh that they may prophecy or for the elderkin see vision or dreams. but for ye your judgement will be miniscule in regards because you were seeking Yeshuah so I would change your ways and stop using numbers but rather use your heart to seek truth and uncover the mysteries of old that are written upon your heart and not within instrument that ye cling unto. For ye were as a fool unto the chosen but I have hope and mercy upon your soul so may the Maker of the waters do so as well.

Kiss my

Because It sucks to be you.

And that's the Truth also.

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Genius.