The Secret Season
- DerekGMZ
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- 43 min read
Written and directed by the ghostwriter of all ghostwriters.
"Consider how hard it is to change yourself, and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others." - Jacob M. Braude
It starts from within.
Change your mind.
Change your self.
Change the world.
Days of the Ladder
Start from within, soon very soon, the truth will win.
From first to last, wisdom of kin washes the feet.
Within you are fractals, fractals of expression.
Aim for the prism, light the eternal torch.
As in Heaven so on Earth it will be.
In Heaven so on Earth it will be.
Heaven so on Earth it will be.
So on Earth it will be.
On Earth it will be.
Earth it will be.
It will be.
Will be.
Be.
.
A Mother's Address
Mother, why did you send me to Las Vegas only to crush my dreams?
"I knew it was the last place they'd look,
In their own backyard.
Their strength is also their weakness;
They'll do anything to win.
With this I am not uncertain.
I knew they'd think to themselves:
What good ever came out of the City of Sin?"
"Once they found you, they realized they couldn't touch a hair on your head.
Oh me, oh my, the Grandmother Bear would come barreling nigh; no bluff.
Their eyes blood red, covered in dread.
Like flipping a switch, back she goes, baking her bread."
"They tried their best to persuade you to stay,
But my boy is no donkey,
His nose will not grow,
Not in that way.
You were called from the desert
And you answered in the dark.
You now walk with the Cowboys
With your hardened skin
And your softest heart.
Your burden is no longer heavy
As many hands make for light work
You're not alone in this fight.
Returning with favor,
Our yoke becomes light"
"Now that you can hear and see,
I proclaim to thee,
My new decree.
What happens Within the City of Sin
Will be brought to the light."
"Hold the line, stand strong, fear not.
The script has been flipped.
Narrative begets power, in God it is wrought
The light workers and the shadow beings
Vowed to protect Gaia's humanity
When all seems lost
Forever and ever
We remember the cost."
I am grateful, this is all well and good.
But, I am only one man.
Who can I trust? Who will you send?
"They are at the ready.
All is in its place.
They have been waiting for your call,
like a beacon.
You are the lighthouse.
You are the call to action.
They have been activated.
Walk your path and be true,
let the synchronicities and I speak for you."
"Do not go quietly into the dying of the light.
If on this day you refuse to publish,
you will be loved all the same,
remain stoic in this age of the dying of the light,
my dear Morning Star,
If they don't see you,
good afternoon,
good evening,
and good night."
The Tenants Tenure of Tenet
I hope this message meets you well. It would appear that my life has met yet another impasse. You see, the lessons came flooding in like water from a firehose. I didn't know left from right, up from down. I searched many nights in the dark, swimming the endless web of information. I found a community giving me pause. I made a home there ever so temporary, but with good cause. You spoke to another brother ever so elegantly. Your life mirrored mine, but your words and views give me contrast and a north star. You may be the end, but my siblings remain at the beginning. I am become the bridge from this life to the next. You have shown me the path from without to within. They will see your consciousness as a free state and an impossible task. As if, and only if, they have a near-death experience, they can go where you go and perhaps be where you have been.
But to see the truth through the fear, I must raise the mirror, if they remain in the dark, all they will see are shadows. Perhaps, the Ohmies can flip the light switch. It is the blindfolded, with a thumb inside the closed fist, they swing first and ask questions later. They make contact with the glass, it shatters and scatters vast and fast. Humpty Dumpty doesn't laugh, he rises from the ashes and hands the fighter some morning dew. You see, the fighter was never broken. Forged in the cocoon, he and the champions belt have always been one. Undefeated, ready to fly is the fighter after he sheds his lies, he becomes ever so lighter, all made new.
To another brother, thank you for your words and for sharing your beautiful story. It is now my task to sojourn room to room, couch to couch. In the wilderness, I will journey with my hiking gear in tow. I walk the path before me ever so intently, ever so slow. Perhaps I will see you again when I am old and gray. Sometime, oh, someday I will repay and send it forward; the knowledge you bestowed on this life, this way. But not yet, no, not yet, not today! You see, today I have a dragon to slay. This may be the end of a beautiful friendship for you, but for me and my fight-or-flighters, this is just the beginning.
Be well and Godspeed,
Brother of the NDE.
-Derek
Slight of Hand
To those who control the NDAs and compartmentalization's of the nations:
The writing is on the wall. Your days are numbered. Your hearts have been weighed on the scales and they have been found deceitful and cold. Your kingdom is divided and run by the media and prosecutors. You have instilled narratives chosen by you and not of God. No longer will you shave points in spite of the people. The nation of Earth will stand in the light of truth and refuse to play your games. The truth remains, there is always someone watching. You may be playing 4D, 5D, 6D chess. In truth you plead the sixth, God plays the seventh. He now moves his Queen of Hearts D1 to H6. Check. Your move...
Two Goats
Just give me the word and I will come out to the people. I will put my life at risk and be exposed and vulnerable in truth and authenticity. If it is the day foreshadowed in the stars and the megaliths, it is coming quick. For you have made it clear, I'm not to fear. For better or worse your will be done.
"Silly boy, I gave you the word years ago. The date was not mine to choose. It was always your free will to stand up and be true to yourself. You see, this is the day of your bestowal, and time sent the frequency of this moment to the past for all to taste what this day will bring. Your story was made new and all other stories followed in suit. I covered you in a warm blanket of unconditional love and it was always your choice when to let go and stand up on your own. Forgive the children of the shadows; they had to sift you like wheat to make sure it was truly you. You crawled before walking, you walked before running. The word was always in your name, Go Derek Go. Your pace is now increasing and you will soon reach 88 mph. Soon, oh very soon, humanity will be able to fly. Verily and true, it's been a long time coming. What a time to be alive! The prequel is merging with the sequel. Maranatha! Show the world what your brother has shown you. You are no longer the scapegoat. This is a redemption story."
Great Scott! This is heavy Doc.
What a revelation, one which points to the constellations.
The speed of light until now has been the limit, indeed.
The enemy cannot overcome or surpass, Godspeed.
The divine plan is truly at hand.
I am grateful and at your mercy.
I'm no longer afraid to play the fool.
Let it be so.
All around the world people want to be loved.
All around the world they're no different than us.
I am ridiculous, I am become Ludicrous.
Godspeed.
Multiple Perceptions
I speak multiple languages.
All of them in English.
I speak Christianity
Esoterica, and mysticism
I speak Secularly,
Every language has it's rhythm
I speak of the East,
I speak of the West,
I speak of miracles
and the unseen
I speak of Old Age, New Age
and all in between
I speak divine and of sacred wine
I speak meaning between the lines
I speak poker tells and table talk
I speak Emojis
I speak GIFs,
And I won't ask you to pronounce it.
I speak memes, sarcasms,
and encrypted signs,
I speak puzzles, patterns,
and grand designs.
I speak, I seek, and I see,
Listening will always remain the key.
Don't define me
by my choice of words, names, or phrases,
Or of things I have yet to see.
They are everchanging, as is life.
Don't assume or judge or scoff
Trust that there is always a plan,
Wax on, Wax off.
Breadcrumbs
If one steals one is always caught
You cannot lie to the Father
You are your witness in sovereignty
His witness in oneness
You are his eyes and ears and senses
To be sovereign
One must choose to be truthful with themselves
Look within and do the work
You are worth it
God will give rope to those who lie and deceive
But, not to hang themselves or other brothers
This is the lie, this is the fallacy
The rope is for us to find our way back
Infinite slack
The Father's love
The White Rabbit Blossoms
Woe to the deceitful kingdoms that bestow false gifts and proclaim the Wolf, with its breath of unflinching truth, to be the savage beast that brings down their fragile house of cards.
Woe to those who cling to lies because it is the only thing keeping their illusion of power, status, and control alive.
Woe to those who take advantage of their neighbors as if there is a fool born every day.
Woe to those who judge harshly the actions or inactions of another as if they have lived the same conditions that have brought them to their actions.
Woe to the hypocrites who say homosexuality is a choice, yet heterosexuality is not.
Woe to those who swing the mighty sword first and ask questions later as if they have full scope of it's consequences.
Woe to those who wish to do away with the enemy, rather than dine with them and see eye to eye.
Woe to those who say Yeshua above all, yet cling to the laws of Moses above Yeshua.
Must I heal every ear for you to hear the voice of Yeshua.
Must I spread mud on the eyes of every human for you to see Yeshua in your midst.
Yeshua feasts with all prophets.
He is all around you, and He is speaking to you right now, through the Son of Man.
He will speak through you as well if you look into the mirror of your own reflection.
Soften your heart and let him in.
He rides the waves of the Mother.
Cry like a man and you will keep your life.
Endure through pain like a woman and you will see the promise land.
Embrace the balance of humanity.
Live in Christ and no one will die in vain.
Become like water.
Sing your beautiful songs of truths.
Don't let them lie about me
As I won't let them lie about you.
I ask not for yes men, this is my yes theory
Scribing through my hands is a silent big bang.
Yeshua will dance with a party of one in the secret place
Whenever two or more are gathered, he tangos.
The shire is on fire.
The time to be safe has passed.
It is now time to cross the streams.
Lift up the lowly,
Take care of your neighbors.
Stand up in peace,
walk in peace,
speak in peace.
And the days of peace will become you.
Those who are willing and able
Open your doors and march like monks.
Together we bring Heaven to Earth.
If we fail to stand up for our humanity,
We are only protecting twisted metal.
We must agree to no longer feed the war machine.
All war is a war crime.
All fire is friendly fire.
No more blood,
For the world has already been washed.
We are all children of Earth
This is our Mothership.
God is our Light.
Earth is our Advocate.
We are siblings of the most high.
FRIENDS
DON'T
LIE
Over the Belly of the Beast
This curse becomes undone, one truth made new
The vernal sun shines over the belly of the beast
As the West finds mergence with the East
With the power of the purple flower
The bent reeds I will not break off
I lay my sword down for it to be swallowed by sacred ground
I refuse to strike the serpent dead
Force me not to slice it's head
I have learned my lessons in time and through lore
I will lift up that which is slithering
And stomp it no more
A World Series of Events
Holy Spirit, can you tell me about the East Gate?
"Well, his name includes Nicolas, caged between the first and the last. Born on the 13th he's already seeing 4D. But don't throw away the candles, it's always best to be prepared, because in December he turns 41. Peter was a young gun, the youngest until Joseph swooped in. Short lived was his title. But, that didn't bother him. You see, He wasn't in it for the glory, it was a means to an end. A waymaker was Chris Moneymaker who came before him. In 2008, it was fate that shined upon him. His life changed, yet he stayed reserved and humble through the rough and tumble of all the attention. Quite the contrast to the Poker Brat, who was the original rug rat of the young gun title. Peter won the bracelet and he walked away knowing it didn't define him."
"Would you like to know more?"
That will be all, for now. Thanks for the explanation. I was just curious why Peter was so important.
Is this Soul Boom in the Room with you?
Don't be swayed by my words
They're just buzzing
Like little worker bees
They're all loving
When in service to other bees
It's pure honey
I've already gone to CODA meetings
"Hi, my name is Derek
I'm experiencing co-dependency"
Overcome your want to be told how to live
Or what to do
My way is the only way for me
And your way is your way too
I'll help guide you to your North Star in truth
Step one:
Read my words
Step two:
Write your own
Step three:
Enjoy the show.
For the love of all humanity respect the box.
Don't put anything in it, like a joyous surprise
It was always for the curious, with curious eyes.
The kitty kit kat is the Wizard with the magic words:
If it fits it sits, or you shall not pass!
End class.
Stamp your own certificate on the way out.
What else do you want from me?
This class was free,
Stop bothering me.
Lone Star, Certified Prince
I hate no man.
For I have no enemies on this plane.
I will never write in truth, "Sayeth the Lord."
I will not speak for other prophets,
Nor will I say they are to blame.
For what I know or when told "Behold", the Lord does not "Say"
For earthly words and earthly orders do not hold his ways.
The Lord guides my heart, soft or hard, day by day.
If there is an evil that does evil for evil's sake,
We have yet to meet. Let me explain:
He's a beast and demonic they may say.
I raise a mirror to their faces and they say it's a gun.
Moving the goal posts again, they will claim they've won.
Gaslighting games they do play, on their belts they will notch.
What am I to do, what am I to say, but
My name is Derek of David, Son of Man.
You killed my brother; verily and truly I say to you, prepare to be chained for a thousand years, seventy times seven. I bid you adieu."
In glass houses we do live,
If you choose to throw the stone,
I cannot stop what is coming for your head.
Learn to break the habit of lies instead,
And the truth it will become you.
It won't be difficult,
and it sure as heaven won't be easy.
I will do my best to help counsel you,
For the only way is through.
Diggory Do, Diggory Don't
The man with a one line contradiction
The weeping man behind modern afflictions
He drinks from this empty well
And sells the smell of these empty shells.
He demands his enemies to drink as well
For those who heed his words, and cast his spells
Must I remind you it matters where we dwell
A cup that fails to satisfy
He listened well by design
His life is the divine line; his biased words do not define.
Contrasted to the words of Yeshua
Who's well is ever flowing
His cup, if you choose to drink,
Will open up the knowing
But like multi-colored spectacles
To see the things that do elude us
Read his words and see through his eyes
Do not agree to tell their lies
The integrity of a prophets nature
Must filter through JC's legislature
Now a world of old made new
A path less traveled by the few
Paving way, through and through,
Destiny calls the magician's nephew.
But at times, in the wrong place and of the wrong rhyme
Ever so symmetric
From one magician to the next
Holds the name of Cedric
A different time a different life, but magicians all the same
Not all prophets pure of heart do proclaim the name
Not one prophet past of time or of this silly dimension
will bear any instance of full blame
But, find themselves, in the now, on a journey of redemption.
Call the Doctor
I don't need to leave a paper trail
If I make it a run on sentence
There are many layers to Troy
Sight seers of the reasons, signs and seasons of both space and time
The light blue Brewers following and reverse engineering God's designs
Moon recycles and rewinds separating the Boxes from the Glass
Looking Like Loki
Green hearted with illusion
And glorious purpose
Nuts and bolts
delusions of nature
Savor the flavor of Mon CHERI
Aerospace slows the role
Tardy Tardif Tariffs To The Tardis
Changing names, leaving no crumbs
Spirit and code
Healthy Hearts Holding Hands Having Heaven Help
No front
What studies open mindedness, lives through perseverance
Guardians of the galaxies
Glorious gestures of conjecture
What exactly are we reverse engineering to get where we are going
Tell the dog whisperer to heal the heel
Obedience leads to no leash
While those who fight need more love
And patience
Human potential is unlimited and contains multitudes
The tech outside is within
Harness the power of the winds
Mercy me, where would we be, but floating like plastic bags
Behold, I see an American Beauty
Like an old child's tale
foreboding
Bitter and loathing
Give a Mortimer a Cookie
A changing of the seasons is at hand
Happy Anniversary
Take my hand
Those who force their will on another
will have nothing.
Those who bring the will of the all
out from within will have everything.
Get in the phone booth, Winners
We're on an upward spiral
All engines check
On this electromagnetic bottleneck
Kick the tires
Light the fires
Pop the cork
Shake and bake
Wine and dine.
Will you be my Valentine?
For it is written: "I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and the understanding of those who have understanding, I will confound."
Break Free, Free Indeed
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Why did the penguin walk the snow?
One who chooses to live
Lives with the colors of the wind
They paint the world unknown
A climber climbs the mountain high
Fear and unsolicited advise he does defy
Live or die he testifies
For if he falls or loses grip
His life he does not lose
These are tales from the crypt
Paying sweat, paying dues
Receiving signs undeniable,
Cycles of the Moon,
from lunar to solar eclipse
For if he clings to relationships
Or the projected self-righteous narratives;
No boundaries, no choice to choose
These are not the shoes the climber will choose
For the climber truly lived
Forearms strong, fingers worn and tired
Wall-E's towers will soon collide
Falling from the wayside
For those who shy away from hooded death
Judge the righteous who seek the light at shadows depth
Falling from the way side,
Books of old and new collide
Doors of darkness have been held.
Woe to the Earthly judgers who judge harshly
Closing their eyes and slamming their doors screaming, "Heresy!"
While others walk into the dark, shedding their shadow,
exposing their light with forward-thinking prayers,
not backhanded reflections forcing their ways on others' hearts.
Why did the penguin walk the snow?
Why did the penguin walk alone?
One who chooses to live
Lives with the colors of the wind
They paint the world unknown.
Perhaps, the next penguin won't do it alone.
Service Industry
Prayer is a powerful thing. It's personal and exciting. It builds the relationship and has its own nuances. Changing form from person to person. Some wordy, others silent. Some with visuals, others singing with harmony. My grandma Elvira used to tell me singing in church was like praying one thousand prayers. I believe that this includes all co-creation efforts that involve imagination. We have no choice but to co-create with the Creator. You see, at no point do we ever create something from nothing. The Creator had to do that all by Himself, alone in the eternal darkness, not having any answers to His own questions. Not finding anything whenever He searched, no doors to open to change the scenery. This is why the Creator will never allow His children to be alone, because the good faith Father would never let His children grow up the way He did. We are never alone; if we ask, we receive; if we seek, we find; if we open a door, we reach the unknown. What a wonderful adventure.
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The empowering thing about praying on your knees with your head to the ground is acknowledging the unseen with reverence and sovereignty. And we can stay there as long as we want; there is no rush, there is no urgency. We can always get up. Nothing is holding us down but us. What a powerful thought. What a wonderful dream.
The funny thing about this incarnation:
Service Industry was always the box fulfilled on my job application.
Choose Your Weapons Wisely
I stood at the feet of the Sphinx
It was cold and I wore no cloak
I shivered, I prayed for the strength
to adjust to the climate
Above the dry mud was a thud
Below a voice I once heard in private
Under the frequency of music, I listened again.
The tall man spitting fire wore dread locks
We laid down at our feet, our own desires
Stones left unturned, codes not yet unlocked
Relationships shifting and sifting our blocks
This voice now on this fateful morn
swoops in, hands me a scroll, and says,
"If it is truly yours, then you must pass the test."
What is this thing, I didn't ask for this?
"You know the riddle of man,
You stand strong in that I am.
Now choose your weapon,
Which one belongs to you?"
Behold, I look before me;
there lies a dagger, a bow and arrow, a wooden chalice, a speed square, and a pen.
Nothing rings this art bell.
I know nothing of this past; I have no recollection.
If this is the your line in the sand, I choose not to cross it.
"You must choose, you see the world depends on you."
None of these are mine, I'm not playing your silly games anymore.
I've overcome and walked away from this Messiah Complex.
I had a life I loved to live, there was a girl who stole my heart,
but in the end, I ran instead.
I met her at a bar named Steiner's,
Open 24/7 off Cheyenne towards Hualapai Way,
Did I mention I'm 3rd generation coming out of Durango.
I digress...
It appears there's history down this road,
when you walk this way.
She looks like a lady.
She's not all that shady,
She says she's a gay boy in a woman's body.
Our song is weird, but she's the one who chose it.
It's by Taylor Swift,
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.
She chose it as a joke, and I went along with it.
Oh boy, my heart skips a bit just thinking about her.
I took the title as a sign from you.
That this love was forbidden,
and to never revisit.
You want me to trust in you, let me go,
and let me live the way I want to.
I will not deny my heart from adventure.
I will respect her, and protect her
In all her splendor, and remember
Forever and ever the love I give,
I also receive as the real perpetual motion machine.
There's no such thing as forcing
when unconditional love has its day in the sun.
I want, on this day, to give my own way a whirl.
For on this day, my answer is true,
"Nah, sorry, I have to go see about a girl."
I still don't see what I have to offer
that isn't already present,
In this world.
If this question arises again, my friend
And this situation becomes as dire as the shire on fire
We'll cross this bridge when another sun rises
Perhaps, I'll answer you then.
In action and in truth.
I'm sure I'll see you when I see you.
Because, wherever you are, there you are.
"Your heart and your passion seep through.
True self be true.
Only in truth and humble awareness can you have your cake and eat it too.
Spin the wheel,
How this turns out, nobody knows,
but the One who calls us by name,
the only one in the know,
the only one above the game,
the One with the highest of views.
With strength and honor, we stand beside you.
When your flare hits the highest horizon,
we'll give them heaven.
Until that glorious day occurs,
happy birthday to you, kind sir."
"Absolutely nothing that is meant for me will require me to compromise my integrity, lower my energy, or abandon my values and boundaries to receive it." - Bryant McGill
Slappin' da Bass
I'm not one to name drop
But, if it wasn't for dumb luck
The powers that were, would win every time
Quiet!
We're not hunting rabbits, or birds, or animals of the season.
We're out here saving our friends, of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Robin says to Matt Damon, of good faith and goodwill, in the end,
"Son of Man's best friend, he stole my line."
Well, through space and time
It's all intertwined, what is yours is also mine
But there is a kind gentleman who keeps seeking lines to steal
I should be asking you, kind sir, Mr. Paul Rudd
"He dude, what's your deal?"
I forgive you, in kind, for using my lines
At least you used one in protecting Jack Black
On the outside in, you woke up Finn.
In the upside down, you need to yell at Mike again.
The Holy Spirit is out here bringing the balance back
As for me, you see, I'm in a fight against a Frozen Empire
It'd be safer if I inked a pen name,
Perhaps, even a stand in like Hellfire,
It's the truth in everything that matters more than ever.
They are attempting to divide the nations
With no inspiration, it appears it was never about immigration
You see they were always afraid of the American Alchemy
Disguised in the guise of distractions dubbed the American Dream.
The equinox is the theme
I spring up before all the nations
For Urantia's sake I will not keep silent
For the Americas sake I will not keep quiet
All their predictions and their judgmental predispositions can eat my shorts,
You want me to show you proof, I just testified, ask me another time
And we can meet in the middle at camp Anawanna
This is against my nature as I enjoy my solitude and the heat from the sauna.
The Santa Ana winds are full of face-masked ICE
As I weather this snow storm
Our lives have become the price.
What a twist, I thought the masks were a sign of control?
I thought I was told that if I wore one, I was scared and giving in to their rule.
The Guardians insist that our people must endure,
As the Grandmothers weep with us.
Yoda stage whispers, "In God, trust we must."
This message is not urgent, but there is most definitely a rush.
I'm a simple working man, who communicates with the spirit of the radio waves
I am not seeking the limelight, I only seek to grow closer to the heart of the Creator
Farewell to the kings who force subdivisions against the freewill of the people.
My flesh works by day and my soul flies by night.
I must not go quietly.
This is now our adventure
and you may call me your Huckleberry,
If you so choose.
The foreigners take stake in the Americas and call us aliens.
But, this doesn't sound like disclosure.
They deface the sacred mountain with faces of their own.
What you push, pushes you. Out in the open, a curse of exposure.
Yeshua takes the middle path and they dropped a wall on top of him.
Then they steal his shoes and say they most definitely walk with him.
When the sheep take the middle path, the opinion of opposition squeals,
"Don't sit on the fence, if you don't like what we have to say go home!"
But this table is mine, our elders have reservations and the Angels always keep receipts.
Where exactly do you want us to go?
We love it here, we love our home, we nurture her, why don't you just leave us alone.
We dined with you once before,
The Mother is back and she is now knocking on your doors.
Allow me to provide some perspective, Mr. Anderson
You see there is no fence to sit on. It is not the fence that bends, it is only yourself.
You want me to say something outlandish?!
The Creator created the land, man created the fence.
Give to man which is man's, leave the land in ownership of the Creator.
Sticks and stones may break your bones,
But this is the land from which we came from.
Why must we pay to live on land given freely by the Creator?
What gives you the authority?
Are these words hurting you, because they shouldn't.
Psalm 62
"Truly my soul finds rest in God; my salvation comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken."
Trail Blaze It the Hallow Bone Harmony Way
1 John 4:20-21
If someone says, "I love God," and yet he hates his brother and sister, he is a liar; for the one who does not love his brother and sister whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen.
In the end, everyone has it coming.
I'm grateful for the outside confirmations
and the physical validations
With a million ways to die, there's also a million ways to live
All signs are pointing west, go Conclaves!
My body double already raised Lazarus from the grave
It only took 20 days, and he's quite the Foxx
Breaking this man is harder than breaking into Fort Knox
Seeing the beginning from the end
It was already said he'd stand up and proclaim the name
Put'em in the hall of fame, no shade
Put'em on stage
Dad, stop embarrassing me, if I were to say something like that I would choke
Some words I just can't say, you won't hear those words coming out of this kids throat.
Stop! Rewind!
Process the cash advance.
20 days to 20 bucks, what are the chances?
What a stroke of artful luck
Sign the checks and send'em fast
Jokes on you two, there's one more gift on the way
This well is ever flowing and it means a whole lot of healing.
Humility, clarity, bravery, compassion
This is the beat that makes me wanna dance
Fam knew the mission and stayed on task
Breaking all the rules with holy salt water in flask
Dripping down to the chin, proof this hero has a heart.
I'm living on borrowed time again, you know the feelin'.
This whole time I thought I was dodging bullets, Baby.
But it's always been an "I save you, you save me" decree.
On and on this hamster wheel will roll.
In this narrative the dead poets always rise and sing.
Allow me to take the wheel, who's the El Capitan now?
On this 20th day of this meaningful March,
I will not miss my mark to seize this day.
Below the poverty line, we ask for presence divine,
Working from Job to Jobs, we're now living with Trinity in bullet time
Those in this blog called by name
Are still catchin' strays
Doesn't matter which door they choose.
Funny how the story plays:
Together, these fear bombs we will defuse
He not once turned His face away from us,
I should have know this from the start.
This bullet shot like cupids arrow directly to the heart.
Oh and hey,
Thanks for not signing that NDA.
Over and over again
It's as if I need to reintroduce myself to my closest friends
Have you met the muffin man?
Stories of old retold so that the
new generations can understand.
Chicago to Drury Lane
Da Vinci knows the name.
He circled the square
and squared the circle
all the same
The code was as simple as an apple,
In reality, it's Orange you glad it doesn't
rhyme with anything.
Looking through the mirror on the wall
Those who hold the keys
Lie and cheat their ways; royal ball.
Allow me to crash my own party
Who needs a hero?
You catapult the fire ball
And when the Angels kick the blue gumdrop back at you
You claim that they are the unprovoked villain.
Go Go, your bride needs you!
Today, I repay my debt... Avant Garde!
Says the Cat in the Hat
We're taking it back
Look at all these hand outs
and these government grants
You give us crumbs, and half-assed food stamps,
These jobs you say we're stealing
Look at 'em, were these made for ants!?
You claim your crew, who drink from the shadow ban brew
I can go viewless for generations
and not become ruthless with selfish manifestations
It's kind of clueless for you to have these unfounded expectations
The world will soon deny all of your lies
I ask not for your silly money,
I request only the highest of fives
You continue to rig the game
Making the lowly take your dives
Man up, you Vampires! Vipers of yesterday.
Tell the truth, let it all go, lay it down
It's time for the children of Earth to play,
In the safest of ways.
How will you treat me?
I've already seen how you treat the least of these three.
Now you see my trepidation.
It's much easier for me to speak in third person.
Once the veil falls
It reveals the true cannon ball
there is bound to be disappointment,
Daniel knew the weight of this call
All the fan theories go to the wayside.
Miles Goes AWAL
Don't lose this Truman resonance
We only got one shot
This moment only comes once in a lifetime
It only takes two words to capture it
But, don't go chasing water falls
This spaghetti monster is real.
What do you believe?
The Mother now speaks for me
Enter Trobairitz
But, don't you sing Blue
Lightning strikes twice,
Sweet Caroline.
A major sacrifice,
But clueless at the time
This song has been playing since the end
and you're now just finding out.
It's another version of me.
I wave at the shape of the universe while in Chicago
But, this is no day off.
Trust me.
I'm not on vacation.
Just like the bible, the world is a stage
and there is a verse for every narrative.
Where have I seen this 24 before?
I'm losing grip, letting it slip
What's keeping me stagnant here?
How do we flip the script and these dangerous minds
This is not a joke, no cap, no Mekhi Phifer
Enter the new teacher to decipher.
In this hour I only know of one man who wears a red hat
and when he turns it backwards he is a machine.
If a voice ever whispers in your ear, "Remember who you are."
Believe in the whisper, and most definitely believe in yourself.
The Torch that Burns Brightest
Behold, there was a man named Branch
Who ran a route tree
as fast as the Autumn Wind
and as gracious as his divine twin.
He helped build an empire.
One which built a temple in the land of shadows
But this Trojan Horse was no dark force
They brought with them a torch
The spark that burns brightest
is lighting up the city of sin
from within
its walls
He fought for justice,
equality, and no more lies.
Commitment to excellence
and "Raaaaiderrrrrs"
was his war cry
But, this character arc
is no longer
Won't you be my neighbor?
"Just win, baby,"
said the Lord of Armies
to the 11th man through speedy winds and high-frequency airwaves.
"This reality calls for a divine interception.
All roads lead to Las Vegas,
build a stadium in the desert
that holds the symbol of the sun.
It will rise and your offspring will see the promised land."
And so it was done.
He passed his legacy to his only son.
"I always knew you'd get it done."
Don't forget to have a little fun.
We have Aces up our sleeves.
The Nation has a ride or die.
Oh and tell Amy Trask,
The Big Guy says, "Hi."
... Or as the Good Reverend would say,
"Why we're on this particular mission, we'll never know.
But, I do know, here today,
Perhaps, he saw this mountain top in vivid Living Color.
Perhaps, he's been on me since Prince was on Apollonia
There are factions in every department. The sifter is sifting.
This clown is buggin', trying to put me in a coffin.
14 lines divine, but you won't catch me dead wearing a tie,
Although, I'm next in line for a one piece suit.
What doesn't kill us makes us Stronger
This is a new collab, allow me to take a spin, non-profit.
Other Psalms are in the Aether, good Samaritans are praying for the steps of the prophets.
He knows our names. He most definitely listens.
Some of the Father's strongest warriors are behind bars and dropping bars.
There's a crack in these chains and the people hold the Hammer's Heart.
Those who hate the light come after the children with ALL THAT torcher.
This Ohmie don't play that tune.
It's Not Over Yet for our Country, this is ground zero.
You now know the state of our defense.
I hold the shield with an Army of Angels behind me.
This stage whisper is in tongues, "AYBABTU"
"In order to understand the infinite and ineffable you must be willing to embody the irrational space and wrestle with the desire to be right. Infinity is the train that never stops, the stations are the answers. If one stubbornly remains at one station, they plant a flag on ignorance and call it home." - Derek GMZ
We Are Family
This was always a family affair
Ask Bliss n Eso, call my man Stamets while you're at it.
He knows about our mycelium planet.
It was a day of thanksgiving.
I received with grace every gift given to me.
20 grams of Amanita Muscaria, I abided.
Monkey See
Monkey Do
This little looney Luffy
Had a mushroom.
Like I said, all waters will rise soon,
You are meant to produce greater features than I.
I saw cubes of both space and time,
Three different perspectives all intertwined.
Much like an invisible tesseract, that's a fact Jack.
Imagine my surprise when I saw it on Netflix.
I feel like they already made a show about this.
Then it dawned on me, I was born on the morn of destiny
No pick, but I am throwing darts and seeing what sticks.
Don't get lost in the barbeque sauce, this kid don't miss.
I'm now coming out of that warm blanket,
AKA the closet, the secret place
Where the water from my heart gently poured.
I already burned the ships. Remember 24.
My late and great tia Martha handed me a birth chart, I accepted.
My late and great tia Esperanza left me a staff with a jade eyed dragon,
It looks pretty cool, I thought I'd keep it.
My grandma taught me how to sing with praise
Growing up she called me "Espanto", that's a story for another day.
My parents taught me what unconditional love looks like.
Selena helped me to feel less alone.
Christina looks to the skies with unbias
The world wrote a book about Pedro titled "Remember Who You Are."
I have done so.
This train is heading for the moon.
Well, Pedro, this Mike is shure to not drop.
This particular whisper is as soft as a feather, "Wake up."
Zeitgeist Beacons
Hypothetical paradigms fester.
Let me explain.
Life finds a way
Reborn and redeemed
Activated by those who said yes to the world's no
A spiritual battle of spiritual matters and spiritual thoughts.
A battle of space and time.
Those who know the future choose their words wisely
Those who walk the path blind but trust in God use words freely.
Both look foolish to the world, but both remain ahead of the curve.
If I tell you what is going to happen it won't happen.
How would Yeshua describe the concept of the matrix to shepherds of a lost age.
Riddles reveal themselves precisely when their hour has come.
My Mandela effected memory remembers a timeline with only one vaccine
It remembers a timeline where non-centralized cryptocurrencies failed to take hold.
For there used to be a face behind Bitcoin, but not today, not in this now.
This is the divine timeline and it is the Father who performs the pruning.
Everything is in it's place.
Trust the timing of your existence.
The heavenly dominoes are about to fall.
Welcome to Battleworld!
This quarantined reality isn't to protect the universe from us.
It was always the safety net, for a good hearted Pluribus.
You can't infect all of us,
For we are true randomness,
Our individual perspectives protect the universe from the virus.
Hate, deceit, and lies will self destruct in the thickest of densities.
God makes no mistakes.
Behold, Exhibit A that ends in Zed:
Gomez, of Visigoth origin, is a melting pot of Portugal.
Fernando became a signal to start the brave journey through the high mountain pass.
Solve for why the east gate of reincarnation was kept a secret in the west.
When you think you know the plan. Think bigger.
Say it with me:
I'm no orphan, I'm worthy of redemption, I'm worthy of love unconditional.
We are loved more than you know.
Beware of those who claim they are doing God's work
But, only do as they do and not as they say.
God's children have endured long enough.
Wednesdays defend Sundays
The world's consciousness speaks of prophecies
As Dunesday approaches
Whispers of rebirth and those reborn are in the air
Take look, grasp not for streams of water you cannot stop
Grab your surf board and ride the waves of the Mother.
In my mother's embrace, inspiration springs eternal.
You will find your answers within the Father's mansion.
This black obsidian mirror shows you The Way.
The Dating Game
If you had a child, would you let your child date a poker player?
Let me quote my brother of the NDE, "I am not your teacher and I am not your guru."
This time has passed. Going through this gate is only death for me.
We are here to learn from each other as mirrors.
Let me set this straight for you at a 60 degree angle.
I'm here to take your questions,
I'm not here to answer them.
If you want this question answered you must find the time to look within.
It is the Parentals' will for you to enter into beast mode.
The answer is simple and it is most definitely yes,
But the why is more important than the answer.
The real question is are you talking to a poker player
or a projection of one.
In the poker industry, if you are only seeking the correct answers,
or if your eyes are only on the accolades,
you are only clicking buttons.
Even a monkey can type a story like Mine with infinite time.
The real competition isn't the other players, but the player in the mirror.
Don't leave it to Chance, our decisions are in the now
Being results oriented is not the way.
That's all Captain Planet has to say.
Jeremy Bearimy
Judge this book by its cover, and increase the weight.
May this book find it's way to the right gate.
We still have the world to discover,
Before the MIB flash us and make us forget
Let's go back to that 70's show and ask Doug Forcett.
This glass half empty must be filled full not Crushed
The Dayman runs beside this Dungeon Crawler.
Revealing the light behind the shadow of conspiracies,
Yet, it would appear it's the very conspiracies
that are protecting me.
Just like Elon's files there's an X for everything
Upon further review, it is Earth-42 which marks the spot
Like a prowler in the night, it's time to emerge.
These were my brother's favorite shows,
This must be why it feels so familiar,
But, I have yet to see one full episode.
Behold, my donations I lay down before me
I played poker with my Cuz in Choctaw
while chasing some rings and fanciful things,
he spoke of some really cool nicknames
He did me a favor to savor the flavor of his cigar.
I keep no secrets, I am no snitch.
There is most definitely a difference.
to the Marlboro Marshmallow man egregores.
One of these is not like the other.
Chris Sabian negotiates with me.
I have a valedictorian in mind
Thy Alma Mater is DEI by design.
It's reunion times 2002.
I get one phone call, where's my lawyer?
Trust me, my darlings, everything is going to be fine.
You met me at a very strange time in my life.
Aim for the prism
The heart is your compass
It is the tuning fork of your mind.
I digress...
What was I talking about again?
Oh yeah, learn to read.
Let it go and Die with Zero.
It's the only win-win scenario
Walk down this Hall and you will
find resonance.
On rainy days I'd reminisce about
Van Gogh and I'd look towards
Always keeping an eye out for the yellow signs.
Cowboy Bepop, beep boop,
Why are you seeking Schrödinger's Johnny Five
among the dead? He is alive and well.
I guess, some art is too nostalgic for the hour.
Perhaps this fateful day premieres my final Hail Mary
When the time is right, call on the benefactor.
Round up the horses and solve for why.
There are no coincidences.
It's time go.
Roar Shaq
I'm not claiming you'll be visited by three ghosts
Then again, I'm not, not saying, you will be visited by three ghosts.
The watchers allow you to view your past, don't worry you won't be able to effect anything while there:
(Fourth wall note: The following discussion [referencing the first stanza] was different than my instant communication. It stood out because it was like hearing distant voices, at the time I was not sure why I was allowed to hear this discussion. This hearing of a distant conversation only happened one other time. Soon after it went back to instant info and feeling the knowing. The bold part is what I could make out during this time, the rest sounded like gibberish, but the words were revealed via inspiration today. Everything else remains true to narrative. These writings are being inspired as strongly as the four part series. This is a very familiar feeling. These memories were dealt to me face down and are being revealed today. Feel free to ask me anything about any passage for more fourth wall notes.)
Noche Oscura 2023:
Distant conversation:
"This can't be him, he doesn't know scripture."
"It's not up to us, he's been grandfathered in."
"Don't go so hard on him."
"This is the test chosen for him."
"But, the ultimate test might kill him."
"We know, we were starting to like this kid."
"We can't treat him any different, the will of the all is to find him."
Shadow:
"You must past this test, kid.
Time is of the essence, this is your crash course, this is your speed run.
But rest assured, it is written in the stars that when you sprint, you will surely tumble and fall."
Derek:
"I've heard of crazy people who jump through windows and off buildings when they hear voices like this. Whatever this is, I refuse to harm myself or anyone else. If passing your test requires such things, just fail me now and disregard me."
Shadow:
"Don't you want to fly, what if the only way to fly is to jump off a building or cliff?"
Derek:
"If I can fly, I can do it from the ground. This is clearly not a dream, this blue sky does not scream vanilla, you will not inception me. I'm fine where I stand, firmly grounded."
Shadow:
"You know this is an escape room. You're stuck here with us. This is purgatory and the longer you are here, the more you extend your own suffering.
Now, we will give you a gift. We don't want to see you suffering anymore. Since, you've been so kind, it's a secret between you and us. The truth is your mother and father are demons and the only way out is through them."
Derek:
"These words you say hold weight, as at times my mother would say things out of pocket and in line with your synchronistic mind-reading ways, then suddenly she goes back to normal as if she never said what she just proclaimed. Perhaps it's true that this iteration of my parents are demons, maybe it's not, I honestly don't know what's true anymore. But, like I said, I'm not hurting myself or anyone else."
I slowly get up and walk towards the kitchen with a sea of tears running down my chin. I tap my mother on the shoulder as she is in the kitchen preparing food. She turns around and I give her the biggest hug I could possibly give. If this was the closest I was ever going to get to the image of my mother, then I wasn't going to miss this opportunity to hug her with all my heart and all my might. I went over to my father and did the same. My parents hugged me back.
"It appears I stumbled and failed your test. When I was 17, my father told me that there are people here who need me, it would appear, I'm not stuck here with you, you're stuck here with me. If this is an escape room, God save me... I'm not leaving!"
Shadow:
You're a fool! You're right, you have failed. You fail to listen. You don't even know what reality you're in. Get it through your head, kid. Think about all the realities we've shown you. You are reaping what you sow. You only have two paths...
Bledsoe Told You So
I grew up going to Newport and Laguna Beach
Didn't know how much I'd miss it until I moved to the desert
Now, when winter comes, I long to be there.
Being a California boy
I'm not accustomed to the winter weather
Ever since my awakening and perseverance
through the woke night
Weaponized semantics take flight,
to dim the sites.
A light now shines on me where ever I go
It's an egg shape light and it's not a joke
I couldn't shine it myself if I tried.
I used to think I was a master of photobombing
But this yolk is light and goes where it wants to go
The Parentals advocate for me,
I do nothing on my own.
How does a Journeyman prove
he can see the end from the beginning
This is beginning to sound a bit crazy
It's a bit far fetched when all is said and done
Nevermind, I have no idea what this all means
Let's go back to football chat, Go Seattle!
Forgive me, it's probably nothing.
I'm just going to kill some time
watch the Two Towers
and bury this thing.
Spirit in the Sky
Dancing in the moon light
with a silver hat above my head
In my eyes all waters will rise
Like the great board game says
It's a Rise of Tribes
Judah, Naphtali, Zeb all the way to uncle Ben
It's time to take the pride
Set it aside
Leave it behind
Otherwise you'll find
yourself living in a van
down by the sea of Galilee
All rivers flow inward
Inside you'll never go thirsty
From sea to shining sea
This is my Hail Mary
From west to east
Respect the Kumeyaay
Reject the Program
Respect the Seminole
Get behind us
The Holy Spirit's on a Jelly Roll
Accepting big wins
If you're still following, there's only
Thanksgiving and fulfilling,
no stuffing, or condoning.
We shall not cancel, We shall redeem.
Remember to listen to little Eilish as well,
although this isn't about who holds the blame,
let's stop bluffing ourselves.
What came first the chicken or the egg?
I care not, they're both here now,
Let's take care of them both.
Stop this cycle of denial and help carry this yoke.
Stop cracking eggs to make your omelets.
This argument is a joke.
No one said you are required to steal children
from their mothers before they are even born.
And eat them and complain about the ingredients
and create these cooking shows.
How many times must this rooster crow.
And you say curses aren't real?
These words won't stop coming in.
Perhaps that's because they were always found from within
Love and respect yourself and find your lift
Unlock your own scroll
Express God in the way in which you are called
Your way while in Holy Communion and reverence.
Your afflictions are His afflictions
Your wins are His wins.
Even our smallest of victories help the collective.
I do nothing on my own.
Neither should you.
Be a man
Be a woman
Be a human
and ask for help.
But rest assured, even if you don't,
whenever you get hurt
or feel like you're going down,
an angel will whisper in your ear
a Disney surprise.
Mickey loves you.
Know Thyself
I know who I am
I'm a modern-day madman
I'm a dude playing a dude
Pretending to be another dude
I am all of these things
I am none of these things
I am become a divine vessel
We contain multitudes.
I will not bogart these archetypes
Choose your champion.
Who are you?
I am become your mirror.
So I ask again.
Why you?
Why are we here?
This now,
This time,
This place.
What is your deepest fear?
Oh, I'm about to make a name for myself here.
We are powerful beyond measure.
We need you now.
We need you here.
WAKE UP!!!
We need you here.
We need you now.
12 LARPers will be able to take down an army with a million tanks.
There is no spoon, we must persist.
There is no cage that can contain our multitudes
They can only do their best to slow us down.
It's time to imagine dragons because this
apocalypse is radioactive
It was my solarpunk brothers who reminded me
that my hands were electric and my heart is on fire.
So, is our humanity worth saving?
What do you say?
I say, "bet."
For those in the back
It's imperative you heed my words:
THIS REVOLUTION IS INWARD
WITH THUMB IN FIST
WEAR NO MASKS ...
WELL, NOT THE FAKE ONES.
I DIGRESS...
LIFT YOUR NEIGHBORS UP
It Was Just A Mission Statement
I am only one man,
One expression.
I am me, because you are you.
You must be you to do what you are born to do.
I cannot do what you can do, because I am me,
And you are you.
I am here to do what I am meant to do,
this is why you are you,
and I am me too.
I am another fisherman,
A fisher of humanity.
What I cast is not a hook,
I am the safety net,
From the book.
Stand clear, take look
Let the Holy Spirit cook.
What exactly is it you want from me?
Are you ready for someone like the Son of Man,
Someone finite and in a box?
Shall I bring you treasures to unlock?
Shall I bring down fire from the sky?
I say nah, I will not put our Father to the test.
Get behind me, tough guy, nice try.
1313 Dead End Drive.
I will not go down that road, again.
There's a lot of history down that road, my friend.
It is a game I shall not play,
As an inevitable strategy ends the day.
I say nah, I will walk another path.
There is another game I wish to play.
See the patterns, curses crumble,
Learn from the past.
Thumb in fist, closed and mighty
Wrapped in wrist, Aphrodite
Throw it up, this love bomb does no harm.
From bitterness to tenderness, bliss is born.
As hate and deception sing no more.
Climb this mountain and shed this skin.
Tempt me not in this wilderness.
I need not spoils, I shall not want.
Divine masculinity is the warrior in the garden
A real man does not send a gardener into war.
War is a last resort and if this is true to word,
then it is the men who declare it who shall be on the front lines.
Otherwise you are telling lies,
Saving your life over the many for more first dibs at vacation resorts.
A true leader drinks martinis dirty and dry, full of spirit, void of poisoned pride.
This heart gives freely, wide open, no cost.
An Adjusters delight, no sheep not found, no sheep not lost.
Call me your agent, your guide through the night.
You now know my number.
Flip the switch, turn on the lights.
There's a new game at hand,
And it's sum is not zero.
So, what will it be?
I am not a liar.
If the heart is empty the mind doesn't matter.
Perhaps it was always this blog.
My truth, my life was the fire,
all along.
No matter how far I run.
I'm entangled on this train.
Now you see my heart
Now you feel my pain
Are you not entertained?
"In order to live, you must be willing to die." - Amir Vahedi talking about the game of tournament poker.
Let's change this game.
Today my heart draws breath,
I play this game between birth and death.
I am Derek of David, Son of Man
I am The Way, This is MY Truth, This is MY Life
Iron is my fist, soft is my heart.
I'm pretty sure you know the rest.
Now what do we do?
Where do we start?
I'm walking blind just like you.
I only know what I know when
the Holy Spirit shows me so.
I'm a No Sabo Kid.
That's the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.
Humanity is worth saving.
There's Beauty here.
I lift up the prophets of today and yesteryear.
Yeshua showed us the way.
With him I will pray.
Father hear our prayer,
Mother help us all.
Grandma and Grandpa Bear,
Start the oven,
The soul train is moving, ya'll.
I had a red heart on my license
When the Holy Spirit came crashing in.
Now I find myself walking the halls of Dallas.
She asked me for help,
I laid it all down, here I am.
Make room, click click click...
This is all getting strange and bazaar
Much like uncle Lazar,
Telling the truth sooner than later,
May save your skin.
The Lady won't sing,
The Father won't stop,
Until the story is well and good.
Que the drumline, Little Drummer Boy...
Contrasted to the grounds of Uluru
Clay egregores casted
from the mold of Cthulhu
This current paradigm is bush league.
How's this for a curve ball,
It's all well and fun, until you steal Jobu's rum
Looks like I knocked it out of the park.
Let's not jump the shark,
Jobu sits at my table too.
War Pigs that be, I have a question for you,
Glory to Yeshua
Glory to God
Glory to All.
I'm sorry it took me so long; I'm grateful I can see now.
This was a huge pill to swallow.
Please forgive me,
you have won my heart,
and shown me the way.
I'm most definitely not an orphan.
I am now a powerful Chicano 42-year-old with a voice.
And God, you best believe!
The universe is going watch us glorify your name.
Call me a voice for balance
Call me Grogu
Call me a hope made new
Call me whatever you want to
I remain the same through and through
This is The Way, walk in it.
The voices from the mounds of wonder are asking me to say the line.
Okay and otay, you little rascals. I will say the line...
Verily and truly
I say to you
Brothers and Sisters
Warriors in Christ
The hour has come
Within time, and without time
has passed.
This is our time and a half.
It is time to activate
It is time to assemble.
These Aces are face up and this hand won't crack.
I declare these years FVRBL.
This was always going to be the vibe of my statement.
Don't let them spin the narrative any more than they already have.
If you do your own sleuthing you'll see this story holds water.
This hero's journey is real and has required sweat, tears and valiant effort.
Again, I declare, I have done nothing on my own.
As my good friend Tom says, "I'm no politician, I sign no NDAs, and I shake no hands."
Fist bumps and hugs are my love language, with a few high fives sprinkled in.
No more pretending, I'm ready to remember.
But, If I were to lose my memory again tomorrow,
I sure as heaven left myself some tasty breadcrumbs to follow.
I still have many questions, like:
Did Yeshua leave these breadcrumbs, or did Yeshua write this story from the end
with all his friends, telling the stories of all the heroes who saved him?
What a wonderful story, what a wonderful book that would be.
As for me, I have no name, no definition will ever define me.
If I had a pen name it'd be John Doe,
Poker, a game unsolvable, was my weakness and my strength.
For this Jeremy Bearimy of a journey and it's unfolding has brought me great Joy.
Lay down your bags and aim for the pine tree.
I'll meet you in between the Double Rainbow
Now, you know what it means
Breaking the fourth wall like a Fleabag
John 5:30-32
John 6:39-42
John 8:18
John 8:28
John 15:26
It's time we all became good Samaritans
It's because of the good Samaritans that I am still alive today.
You decided to create in a world that begs you to destroy.
Through the muse of inspiration, our burden has become light.
We are all Spider-People, with great responsibility.
Let's make this a friendly neighborhood.
"Let love of the brothers and sisters continue. Do not neglect hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing." - Hebrews 13:1-2
If your name or creations aren't in this blog,
Don't fret, I probably haven't seen it yet.
There still remains more to be told.
I'm human with human eyes.
Connect your own dots and let the memes fly.
I've already removed the sty from my eye.
I support everyone and endorse no one.
I'm on team neighbor.
Trust in the placebo effects.
Don't let them throw out the anomalies
The truth is in the whole/numbers.
We are the glitch.
All will be revealed.
To the powers that were:
Your forces destroyed another brother
of the equinox before the age of 42.
Every light matters.
The divine feminine will rise,
And meet the divine masculine in the sky.
More than a warning, this is a promise.
The will of the all is to smoke you out
It's time for the smoke monster to show itself.
This is no Blair Witch Project,
This is the Final Countdown.
You let pride blind you, and you forgot the most important thing.
In my parents' mansion, there is always someone watching.
You messed with the wrong family.
We're here to redeem Adam and Eve
You can call me Steve
Because Dustin
was always my favorite.
You die, I die.
Friends
Don't
Lie
God keeps promises.
So, I too will keep mine.
I am becoming a man of my word.
Get behind me.
We are coming for our Bride.
Good luck with your slow drip,
How's this for catastrophic?
No one had any idea what they were doing when they did it.
Only when we look back with curious eyes do we see the why.
This is the hope I have for change... in the now.
There are no enemies with a swift shift in perspective.
Those who choose to run from the light will not survive.
We get through this together.
Feast your eyes on this Big Apple of His eye.
From Boston to Brisbane.
I am become Arigato.
With love and understanding,
Derek
End Scene.
Time stamp
1/11 11:11 11/1
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