Prelude:
“but darling, you are a god in a suit of skin and bones.”
Also:
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I have said, “You are gods,
And all of you are children of the Most High.
But you shall die like men,
And fall like one of the princes.”
liberty. a word and genesis of free will, so fickle,
so convoluted; riddled with knotted strings like ligaments, stretching back and forth to house a god. fallen, from the very start, into the paradox of life and its overbearing choices interlaced by a series of zero sum games. with its brazen paradigms and constructs, a little too subtle for sheeple who acclaim their images to be of great import! thus, carving a multitude of phantoms for Gilead, so idolatrous—merchandised as apt energies for lifeforms in bottomless pits, fated also, for the guillotines and hades!
well, that’s a bit much don’t you think¿
when i was juvenile, i felt captive to untraceable dispositions and questioned WHY are we here, in this damned earth! when there’s a perfect paradise somewhere up and up¿ i’m grown now and still ponder about this in the dead of nights.
“transgressions of our progeny,” i heard them say. still, becoming Chavvah [חַוָּה] with seventy times seven flaws for a lifeline of resolves made; catching bait from slithering, split tongues professing immortality unto a disgraceful descent! just as i’d traversed portals into this matrix, only to have my soul cling on a decaying frame, the dust of dust.
intermission: [1] oh, why did you forgo your first estate, for a fleeting garden¿
i’ve met my younger self in still shots of a flawed past, so distant, so memorable, i wept. to have acquainted with The Knowledge of The Just and spurn mercy for snares. i recall giving ear to voices, trudging valleys of shadows, from whence i danced with devils, daunting and reviling. they masqueraded in hosts, as real as the: moon, sun and stars, convinced of their presence as surely as soul has an eternity.
i’ve seen the vanity of smoke and mirrors and flowers like dew, rising and failing a thousand times. i’ve been:
Oholibah playing the strumpet,
Lazarus, awakening to Life
Peter denying,
Pilate questioning,
Thomas doubting and
Paul, humbled into an unimaginable conversion, regaining sight.
human, i’ve been. learning and unlearning seasons, times and works wrought for men. these very mysteries concealed from of old, to somehow unravel prophecies, dreams and visions.
i have poured letters filling empty pages with discourse to no end, reading books upon books that never compare to The Word. i’ve sang with angels and witnessed The Light trample principalities of darkness in places so high.
i’ve believed The Unseen, with all that’s in me! upholding this revelation, there’s truly no other LORD but The great I AM, The ALMIGHTY! Even, JESUS, calling generations from the beginning, being Self-existent and eternal, The very First and Last. The forever and always constant, setting free all who choose to know Him as this very TRUTH.
how i pray with all my heart, that when your time comes, you’ll forgo the licentious for legitimate freedom. i pray you’ll choose JESUS.
Liberty
G1657 (Strong)
ἐλευθερία
eleutheria
el-yoo-ther-ee'-ah
From G1658; freedom (legitimate or licentious, chiefly moral or ceremonial): - liberty.
Yours truly,
Shirlin.
written: 26/8/2020—27/8/2020
edited: 27/1/2021
Time: 22:23
Side note: it’s with intent some words aren’t capitalized despite grammar rules.
also, 27 is a special number & date ♥️
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