There is wisdom in treating others in ways you'd want others to treat you. Truth, love, and justice all go hand in hand. What is one without any other but the devastation of the human condition and the destruction of the whole world?
The Garden of the Living God is a community of lovers. Whether local, or regional, or global, or universal, it is a community of people who share in the wisdom of doing to others what they would want done to themselves and who share in the wisdom that comes from walking with God.
There is no esoteric revelation that comes from God; there is knowledge that comes by watching God and there is a community of lovers who share in their wisdom just because they care to.
This community was the original plan with Israel. "It is too small a thing that you should raise up the tribes of Jacob and to restore the preserved ones of Israel; I will also make you a light of the nations so that My salvation may reach to the end of the earth." ~ Isaiah 49:6
They were meant to be a community of faithful people to know wisdom and to protest with their love, showing the world what love truly is; but even after receiving prophet after prophet, they became to themselves a race and tribe of exclusion and division. Yet still, God gave them Christ, the beginning and most significant member of humanity's community of lovers (that I know of).
This community will be the end of so many things people needlessly hold dear in the world, and will be the beginning of so much more. This community will only be founded on the power and mercy of God, as always everywhere.
But first, the old destructive systems must be dismantled. Direction must come from Christ. Those things which restrict a community of lovers must undergo wrath and judgment from God. Asking nicely, being reasonable, and providing evidence just hasn't been enough.
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It looks like "heaven" appreciated my last thread. I hadn't seen those spacecrafts in a few months. (Well there was one time not long after the Starlink show - but it was ambiguous, and I have reasonable doubt.) I am always so very grateful for everything I've been given.
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Saturday, December 14, 2019
Tweets - December 14th
"In those days I saw in Judah people treading wine presses on the sabbath, and bringing in heaps of grain and loading them on donkeys; and also wine, grapes, figs, and all kinds of burdens, which they brought into Jerusalem on the sabbath day; and I warned them at that time against selling food... 'What is this evil thing that you are doing, profaning the sabbath day? Did not your ancestors act in this way, and did not our God bring all this disaster on us and on this city? Yet you bring more wrath on Israel by profaning the sabbath.'" ~ Nehemiah 13:15-18
Their ancestors did not receive judgment because they sold grapes on Saturday. This is why the way must be made straight, the path must be made clear. This was written by Nehemiah POST-wrath, and the people still did not understand God, they still don't.
They received wrath because things like this made perfect sense to them; these types of things were OK to canonize and present to God:
"Forty years you sustained them in the wilderness so that they lacked nothing; their clothes did not wear out and their feet did not swell. And you gave them kingdoms and peoples, and allotted to them every corner, so they took possession of the land of King Sihon of Heshbon and the land of King Og of Bashan. You multiplied their descendants like the stars of heaven, and brought them into the land that you had told their ancestors to enter and possess. So the descendants went in and possessed the land, and you subdued before them the inhabitants of the land, the Canaanites, and gave them into their hands, with their kings and the peoples of the land, to do with them as they pleased. And they captured fortress cities and a rich land, and took possession of houses filled with all sorts of goods, hewn cisterns, vineyards, olive orchards, and fruit trees in abundance; so they ate, and were filled and became fat, and delighted themselves in your great goodness." ~ Nehemiah 9:21-25
The Garden of God is for children and only children. The path is guarded by simplicity, the way is founded on decency. To stray is to go the way of death.
Their ancestors did not receive judgment because they sold grapes on Saturday. This is why the way must be made straight, the path must be made clear. This was written by Nehemiah POST-wrath, and the people still did not understand God, they still don't.
They received wrath because things like this made perfect sense to them; these types of things were OK to canonize and present to God:
"Forty years you sustained them in the wilderness so that they lacked nothing; their clothes did not wear out and their feet did not swell. And you gave them kingdoms and peoples, and allotted to them every corner, so they took possession of the land of King Sihon of Heshbon and the land of King Og of Bashan. You multiplied their descendants like the stars of heaven, and brought them into the land that you had told their ancestors to enter and possess. So the descendants went in and possessed the land, and you subdued before them the inhabitants of the land, the Canaanites, and gave them into their hands, with their kings and the peoples of the land, to do with them as they pleased. And they captured fortress cities and a rich land, and took possession of houses filled with all sorts of goods, hewn cisterns, vineyards, olive orchards, and fruit trees in abundance; so they ate, and were filled and became fat, and delighted themselves in your great goodness." ~ Nehemiah 9:21-25
The Garden of God is for children and only children. The path is guarded by simplicity, the way is founded on decency. To stray is to go the way of death.
Thursday, December 12, 2019
Dream of Black Youth - December 12th
I woke up earlier from this strange dream - I don't have dreams like this. I was walking toward a large wooden bridge that crossed a lake or river. There were black youth all around - everyone was probably 18 years and older, like at a university.
Everyone in the dream was a young black person. As I began to cross the bridge I heard a few people crying. There were some youth standing and talking at the entrance of the bridge as well as some on the bridge. Others were walking.
As I began walking on the bridge, I noticed some black youth swimming in the water and there were floating corpses of black youth. The living were helping the dead bodies get to the other side - I walked in one direction, they were swimming in the other.
There was a constant alarm horn sound in the air, like a sound of mourning. As I approached the exit of the bridge, I saw a large hill leading down to the water. The hill was completely covered in dead bodies of black youth.
There were other living people on top of the hill piling bodies on top so that they'd slide or roll down into the water. In the water there were living people grabbing the bodies to get them across the water. Then I woke up.
This was disturbing. And if it hadn't been so awfully strange, I wouldn't have posted it.
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Tweet from today (12/12/2019):
I didn't think the dream belonged here [Twitter], so I removed it from my twitter feed and posted it to my website. A dream is just a dream. If not, and if I have additional context, I may add it at a later time. (I am going to look into it and also see if there is any counsel from above.)
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12/14/2019:
Thinking about the dream. There was no sense of panic or urgency, whatever happened had already happened. The bridge itself was large and sturdy; it reminds me of a boardwalk.
I thought I'd check to see if the landscape/topography of any HBCUs matched the landscape in the dream. I didn't realize how many HBCU's there are (there are over 100+). I started with the 'A's and went to each school's website to see if they had a campus map. If they didn't, I went to Youtube to look at campus tours to see if anyone filmed the school's surrounding areas. This took a long time. But then I had a "duh" moment and began using Google maps. Much faster - but was still repetitive dull work (from Alabama A&M to Xavier). I went through each school and saw no landscape that matched what was in my dream.
So maybe the dream was just a dream - or maybe it has nothing to do with a HBCU. I won't ponder beyond this.
Everyone in the dream was a young black person. As I began to cross the bridge I heard a few people crying. There were some youth standing and talking at the entrance of the bridge as well as some on the bridge. Others were walking.
As I began walking on the bridge, I noticed some black youth swimming in the water and there were floating corpses of black youth. The living were helping the dead bodies get to the other side - I walked in one direction, they were swimming in the other.
There was a constant alarm horn sound in the air, like a sound of mourning. As I approached the exit of the bridge, I saw a large hill leading down to the water. The hill was completely covered in dead bodies of black youth.
There were other living people on top of the hill piling bodies on top so that they'd slide or roll down into the water. In the water there were living people grabbing the bodies to get them across the water. Then I woke up.
This was disturbing. And if it hadn't been so awfully strange, I wouldn't have posted it.
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Tweet from today (12/12/2019):
I didn't think the dream belonged here [Twitter], so I removed it from my twitter feed and posted it to my website. A dream is just a dream. If not, and if I have additional context, I may add it at a later time. (I am going to look into it and also see if there is any counsel from above.)
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12/14/2019:
Thinking about the dream. There was no sense of panic or urgency, whatever happened had already happened. The bridge itself was large and sturdy; it reminds me of a boardwalk.
I thought I'd check to see if the landscape/topography of any HBCUs matched the landscape in the dream. I didn't realize how many HBCU's there are (there are over 100+). I started with the 'A's and went to each school's website to see if they had a campus map. If they didn't, I went to Youtube to look at campus tours to see if anyone filmed the school's surrounding areas. This took a long time. But then I had a "duh" moment and began using Google maps. Much faster - but was still repetitive dull work (from Alabama A&M to Xavier). I went through each school and saw no landscape that matched what was in my dream.
So maybe the dream was just a dream - or maybe it has nothing to do with a HBCU. I won't ponder beyond this.
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Tweets - December 3rd - Wanting Patience
The second I woke up this morning I was in thoughts. I'm thinking that when God gives me the key and the authority to unlock, I'll go to black gay folk, back to where I began. I imagine it's where I'd be most comfortable.
I chuckled this morning thinking about the world being patient with God. It's hard to imagine. Waiting for God was not something I immediately overcame, but it is required. (I'm looking forward, and not downward to what has been standard of this world.)
I wrote the following poem in March 2006 because, it seems, I was hungry and I felt that God was feeding me teaspoons of food and taking too long to do everything (though I could perceive that God wanted patience).
I approached my Mother naked,
Shivering I cried to Her.
I shouted, “I am cold and the serpent is laughing at me”.
I then asked Her for clothing to keep me warm.
But the serpent threw garments of skin at me feet.
She approached me with a fierce eye,
She said to me, “In Me you were warm.”
“When I bore you, you were in complete comfort.”
“When you were with Me, you lacked nothing.”
I said to Her, “What does that matter now?”
“I ask you for things, and I don’t receive them.”
“I try to figure you out, but you won’t let me.”
“I desire understanding, but you demand patience.”
I said to Her, “I complain because I am naked.”
She said to me, “Who told you that you were naked?”
So I turned and stretched out my hand and pointed to the serpent,
The serpent that gave fruit that bore 6 billion people,
Fruit that bore 5,000 people,
And fruit that bore 10 people.
She said to me, “That fruit won’t satisfy your hunger.”
“That serpent is too dumb to determine the clothed from the naked.”
“Why ask me for things, I know what you want and need.”
“If you want to figure Me out, then answer this:
“Why would I give My child two toys that are the same?”
She said to me, “Understand that a patient person is ruled by no one.”
I said to Her, “Mother, I think I understand now.”
She said to Me, “Realize who you are and where you come from.”
Then I danced on the clothes the serpent threw at me.
I kicked dirt in his eye.
With final words, She spoke to me,
“When you fully realize that I made you as I want you, you will have your rest.”
I chuckled this morning thinking about the world being patient with God. It's hard to imagine. Waiting for God was not something I immediately overcame, but it is required. (I'm looking forward, and not downward to what has been standard of this world.)
I wrote the following poem in March 2006 because, it seems, I was hungry and I felt that God was feeding me teaspoons of food and taking too long to do everything (though I could perceive that God wanted patience).
I approached my Mother naked,
Shivering I cried to Her.
I shouted, “I am cold and the serpent is laughing at me”.
I then asked Her for clothing to keep me warm.
But the serpent threw garments of skin at me feet.
She approached me with a fierce eye,
She said to me, “In Me you were warm.”
“When I bore you, you were in complete comfort.”
“When you were with Me, you lacked nothing.”
I said to Her, “What does that matter now?”
“I ask you for things, and I don’t receive them.”
“I try to figure you out, but you won’t let me.”
“I desire understanding, but you demand patience.”
I said to Her, “I complain because I am naked.”
She said to me, “Who told you that you were naked?”
So I turned and stretched out my hand and pointed to the serpent,
The serpent that gave fruit that bore 6 billion people,
Fruit that bore 5,000 people,
And fruit that bore 10 people.
She said to me, “That fruit won’t satisfy your hunger.”
“That serpent is too dumb to determine the clothed from the naked.”
“Why ask me for things, I know what you want and need.”
“If you want to figure Me out, then answer this:
“Why would I give My child two toys that are the same?”
She said to me, “Understand that a patient person is ruled by no one.”
I said to Her, “Mother, I think I understand now.”
She said to Me, “Realize who you are and where you come from.”
Then I danced on the clothes the serpent threw at me.
I kicked dirt in his eye.
With final words, She spoke to me,
“When you fully realize that I made you as I want you, you will have your rest.”
In those days, writing like this was how I coped with all that was happening with me. I couldn't easily express those experiences to myself (and certainly not to others). I hadn't yet seen the messengers or knew of eternal life; I was being introduced to Life and the Living God.
The liberty and mercy that God gives me is the liberty and mercy that God requires from me. The patience that God has given me is the patience that God requires of me. Treating others in the ways I want others to treat me is a lesson learned by watching God interact with me.
I did not choose my life, it was chosen for me. Though I am at liberty, I can't help but walk after God. I would have it no other way. God is making me into a mirror, and God is my Light. I do not long for the goodness of God; this I have never had to wait for.
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