Men I have all but stopped dreaming! Before this I can remember but one other dream the entire year of 2018.
Early this Thursday morning I was somewhere in 1978 walking home from school.
This was very vivid and real, I could hear the sounds of this town from 40 years ago as I walked.
Dogs barking, car horns and the like. The ambient noise of Gladewater Texas two years after the bicentennial.
When I opened the door to my house Elvis Presley was blaring loud from a Vinyl LP spinning at 33rpm.
on the turntable like it was yesterday I heard "Glory, Glory Hallelujah" I walked over to the entertainment center to turn it down.
at that moment I woke up.
I raised myself onto one elbow and mumbled a short prayer in Jesus name and realized I had to take a piss. I used the back door to whizz in the yard.
In my head The voice of Elvis was still singing "His truth is marching on"
The battle hymn of the REPUBLIC and related TIM post belong hear correct?
At 3:00 am I opened the urban dictionary site and searched the term "His truth"
the result was the big SORRY page again. Sorry we cannot find :His truth", with two options
return to the urban dictionary search page or the other option DEFINE IT. You guys know me I love a good challenge.
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Editors read your definition and decided to publish it on Urban Dictionary.
It should appear here soon: https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=His+truth
Urban Dictionary
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His truth
The words of a chosen GOD as conveyed by HIS First born and only begotten son.
The fathers flesh may be gone, but in the faithful Son his truth is still marching on.
The fathers will, for the faithful son's flesh.
is Part of time's patient interwoven mesh,
A strait and narrow path to a very small door,
that opens to a kingdom never seen before.
As a small child his truth showed the way,
through his spiritual guidance I landed here today.
Those truths found self evident so very long ago,
a nation under god is standing ready for his show.
The ovations shall roar while many hearts soar, above like those great bald birds.
His name is Jesus and he is coming to please us with His truth and his father's words
My father has wealth, I give him new health, while I vow to be poor.
My fathers new verse, a blessing or curse that I must surely endure.
The son of a man will show God's great plan, and His truth shall keep marching on.
I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at the idiots who misunderstand me! Kind mockery toward the well-intentioned and unfettered cruelty toward all would-be prison guards of my creative possibilities. In this way I learn to revel as much in misunderstanding as in understanding and take pleasure in worthy opponents. Making language fluid, flowing like a river, yet precise and pointed as a dirk, contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful verbal dance—a linguistic martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.
Travis3000 wrote: what do you think about the sun feeding us love and truth?
The sun can be torturous while it does sustain this planets ability to feed us.
Small change in spelling but pronounced the same way.. I cannot deny that many societies did worship that big ball of fire..
I believe Working out in the direct sunshine is the lake of fire written about in the Bible.
A fitting punishment in days of old and new.
If you are forced into that kind of work, it will feel like HELL!
I have busted many stones out in the hot sun, shaping them before their placement.
Nice long stone crossing the vent.
I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at the idiots who misunderstand me! Kind mockery toward the well-intentioned and unfettered cruelty toward all would-be prison guards of my creative possibilities. In this way I learn to revel as much in misunderstanding as in understanding and take pleasure in worthy opponents. Making language fluid, flowing like a river, yet precise and pointed as a dirk, contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful verbal dance—a linguistic martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.
Travis3000 wrote: what do you think about the sun feeding us love and truth?
The sun can be torturous while it does sustain this planets ability to feed us.
Small change in spelling but pronounced the same way.. I cannot deny that many societies did worship that big ball of fire..
I believe Working out in the direct sunshine is the lake of fire written about in the Bible.
A fitting punishment in days of old and new.
If you are forced into that kind of work, it will feel like HELL!
I have busted many stones out in the hot sun, shaping them before their placement.
Are you attuned to the truth vibrations that the Universe provides for us? The up tuned rotations of the high frequency love wavelength is where true satisfaction lies.
Your God is who you say it is and I would never disagree,
I respect your right to have you're own individual belief.
My God is a man Who's spirit still lives inside of me,
In his own flesh he weighed one hundred forty three.
A champion of truth Justice and the American way,
my hero as a child and still my superman today.
Named Winston after Mr. Churchill who said there is nothing to fear,
Relax my son your work is done, and your 143lb superman is here!!
HA! HA! HA!
L&R
I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at the idiots who misunderstand me! Kind mockery toward the well-intentioned and unfettered cruelty toward all would-be prison guards of my creative possibilities. In this way I learn to revel as much in misunderstanding as in understanding and take pleasure in worthy opponents. Making language fluid, flowing like a river, yet precise and pointed as a dirk, contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful verbal dance—a linguistic martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.
Your God is who you say it is and I would never disagree,
I respect your right to have you're own individual belief.
My God is a man Who's spirit still lives inside of me,
In his own flesh he weighed one hundred forty three.
A champion of truth Justice and the American way,
my hero as a child and still my superman today.
Named Winston after Mr. Churchill who said there is nothing to fear,
Relax my son your work is done, and your 143lb superman is here!!
HA! HA! HA!
L&R
A cascading ripple of healing has washed over your space and made broken things whole. Think no more of the rough tiles of hate and malignance. Just the smooth road of saying yes to God and his ways. Maybe the Universe washes us clean of all negative pinpoints. Make peace with the stars and your hands.
Travis3000 asked: Are you attuned to the truth vibrations that the Universe provides for us? The up tuned rotations of the high frequency love wavelength is where true satisfaction lies.
My tuning is natural and self evident. The Bible being my constitution in my fathers kingdom I take the words literally. I use it as a law book not a history book.
God's laws are the laws of nature and nature's God.
1. Love defeats everything or (love conquers all).
2. Natural selection in procreation or (naturally the females decide)
3. survival of the fittest or ( endurance is king)
4. Might makes right or (the bullies rule) (mob rule) (democracy explained)
5. Intellect rules ignorance forever or (Matters not what smarts you have acquired if you do not understand how to make good use of your learned knowledge.)
Tuned into this natural self evident truth. My father is the LAST born son of his natural father. My father's flesh is dead. I am the first born or as the Bible puts it FIRST fruit of the dead. My father has blood type A+ or ALPHA My blood type is O+ or OMEGA. Together we are the FIRST&LAST as well as the ALPHA&OMEGA. No proof needed as this is naturally self evident. He is the one who was dead and is now alive.
This will forever be my self evident truth, void of any and all lies,
I will always challenge the accusers to bring evidence otherwise.
Naturally tuned into having love for everyone regardless of their feelings about me.
I believe God created Adam from dust through what ever natural means needed. (first Man among many Humans)
I believe that later god created Jesus from the ingredient love with supernatural AKA spiritual evolution.
Accepting Jesus/love is the evolutionary step from Human to Man. My Heaven is where my heart is.
praying this answers your questions Travis as my tuning is a natural self evident evolutionary process.
I take no Pharmaceutical witchcraft. I am without earthly vice. Only my father has sexual urges I am impotent when not in his spirit.
That last part may be more info than you wanted but it is true.
L&R
I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at the idiots who misunderstand me! Kind mockery toward the well-intentioned and unfettered cruelty toward all would-be prison guards of my creative possibilities. In this way I learn to revel as much in misunderstanding as in understanding and take pleasure in worthy opponents. Making language fluid, flowing like a river, yet precise and pointed as a dirk, contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful verbal dance—a linguistic martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.
“I gotta go, don’t like that noise.”
”Which noise?”
I wake up to deactivate my alarm clock, before it goes off. That is on a good day and I really like having them.
Guess, I am mostly just too comfy to start a day with that obnoxious alarm clock sound ringing unnecessarily in my head.
Travis,
I went into the abyss inside the sun. That is, I got very kindly and quite forcefully accelerated by the earth into that direction, when it was my turn to go see the old man in his lands near the well.
You can sail against the stream, when you adjust it right to the wind.
Like the earth sun is sentient beyond the usual human comprehension, but different: as it is like a neuron in an invisible net of innumerable superconducting neurons like it. I didn’t notice that quality being present in the earth in nearly a comparable scale or scope.
Sun is like a wormhole-hub for distribution of different kinds of scarce forms of energy throughout the whole cosm. It is “male” in this context of anomaly. It is integrated into a complex system of all suns interconnected with each other. Hyperlinked to the well.
Where nearby the old man lives to teach us and let us be guests for as long as it takes us to meditate all there is to meditate.
A sun is a conductor of what originates and “steadily“ keeps the distribution going. It is not the source. Like the path is related to the one walking on it and singing his song.
There is a certain wording in Buddhist’ texts, which always reminds me of that whole context of the suns’ interconnectivity and distribution: “receiving the light of innumerable Buddhas”.
This wording describes a hallmark (Bhumi) on the way to Buddhahood, which a Bodhisattva -like Guanyin or Mahasthamaprapta- goes through in distinct steps or increments - to evolve.
It is a narrative that strikes a chord.
The enlightened bring in the love.
Be blessed on your journey, brothers.
“I gotta go, don’t like that noise.”
”Which noise?”
I wake up to deactivate my alarm clock, before it goes off. That is on a good day and I really like having them.
Guess, I am mostly just too comfy to start a day with that obnoxious alarm clock sound ringing unnecessarily in my head.
Travis,
I went into the abyss inside the sun. That is, I got very kindly and quite forcefully accelerated by the earth into that direction, when it was my turn to go see the old man in his lands near the well.
You can sail against the stream, when you adjust it right to the wind.
Like the earth sun is sentient beyond the usual human comprehension, but different: as it is like a neuron in an invisible net of innumerable superconducting neurons like it. I didn’t notice that quality being present in the earth in nearly a comparable scale or scope.
Sun is like a wormhole-hub for distribution of different kinds of scarce forms of energy throughout the whole cosm. It is “male” in this context of anomaly. It is integrated into a complex system of all suns interconnected with each other. Hyperlinked to the well.
Where nearby the old man lives to teach us and let us be guests for as long as it takes us to meditate all there is to meditate.
A sun is a conductor of what originates and “steadily“ keeps the distribution going. It is not the source. Like the path is related to the one walking on it and singing his song.
There is a certain wording in Buddhist’ texts, which always reminds me of that whole context of the suns’ interconnectivity and distribution: “receiving the light of innumerable Buddhas”.
This wording describes a hallmark (Bhumi) on the way to Buddhahood, which a Bodhisattva -like Guanyin or Mahasthamaprapta- goes through in distinct steps or increments - to evolve.
It is a narrative that strikes a chord.
The enlightened bring in the love.
Be blessed on your journey, brothers.
You have described the sacred womb of blessings. Born of the masculine power of the sun and the virtue of our heart space we step into the round of affirmation and yes. Our work travels down through the stream of emotion and up through the wonderful process of singing wonderment.
Travis3000 wrote: Love is really code for "Lifting Our Voices Eternally." The wind brings it to our nostrils and chucks of understanding can hit us softly.
Thank you Travis and know that "Lifting Our Voices Eternally" and the code has been heard by my father.. He will use it soon. You will not be lying when saying:
"I have been heard by a father in heaven and I have inspired God."
I have found that by adding True or truth to most common terms at Urban dictionary usually comes back with SORRY term or word not found.. Leaving me an open door for defining it my self.
"Truth in love" or "True love" we shall see later.. Jesus breaks all codes and speaks all languages. The Father and the son keep no secrets from each other.
The father is public while the son stays private. I never wanted or wished for FAME or GLORY. My father gets all of that.
A trip back to my past using the time machine known as the unconscious nostalgic memory.
The dream and my actions after waking at 3:00 am started this topic.
L&R
I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at the idiots who misunderstand me! Kind mockery toward the well-intentioned and unfettered cruelty toward all would-be prison guards of my creative possibilities. In this way I learn to revel as much in misunderstanding as in understanding and take pleasure in worthy opponents. Making language fluid, flowing like a river, yet precise and pointed as a dirk, contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful verbal dance—a linguistic martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.