Tweets - July 22nd - Love with Honesty

There is nothing that God does to us or through us that we are unable to understand. It is possible for God to save the world in such a way that we could never comprehend; but God chooses not to, everyday.

God can transform hell into heaven in such mysterious ways that no life, anywhere, could possibly grasp God's reasonings. The end could justify the means just because the means were the quickest route and produced the greatest output with the least amount of effort.

But God chooses to move in such a manner toward humanity that we are capable of understanding. This is but one of the ways that God continually loves us.

"Love" without Honesty has been as destructive to our race and our world as "honesty" without Love.

Tweets - July 3rd - Something Clicked

The truth does its own revealing, and these things are being added to me. Something clicked in me today, like a switch. This immense and weighty seriousness of the Garden of God and of this exiled world that is, in part, being bound to the transformation of my flesh (or what will visibly become the transformation in my flesh -- it's nearly the same thing to me at this point in time).

I don't know how to easily explain, and I can only say as much as I currently understand. Many spacecrafts flew tonight. Many were not bright - and when I mentioned this, a very bright spacecraft became luminous and flew up from behind the trees and overhead before dimming. Even Honesty and Faith flew together again tonight, in the exact same manner as a few nights ago. Honesty flew in the lead and Faith followed behind, slightly dimmer, slightly to the left before both going dim.

These things made me realize how much effort I've spent into focusing on my pain and my fears over these last few decades of my life. I don't mean this in a "woe is me" kind of way or that I've only thought of myself, but rather my pain is reflected in my thought patterns which manifests itself in my behaviors - meaning my behaviors, and certainly my thoughts that have often entertained me, have many times been irrational. There's nothing "inhuman" or unique about this - it's a condition you see all over hell by those seared and charred by the fires of this world.

I've recognized these things for a while now, but something really just clicked today. Even as I thought about the work I may have to do for my job tomorrow, a "be honest" angel flew overhead - not as a spark (or a rebuke), but by increasing and dimming its light irregularly over and over, causing me to think about my behavior. In short, I remembered my concerns and fears and the need to be honest with myself, and then Honesty and Faith flew together. I mentioned to heaven that there was no point in spending any more time condemning myself for it (I am a human being, I am where I am, from all that I've come from - through hell and heaven, and I am who I am and no one else), and heaven agreed.

I'm sure there could be more to say in the matter, but I'm sleepy. And I know more will be added to me in this regard over the next few days and weeks and months.