"For I," says the Lord, "will be unto her a firewall and will be the glory in the midst of her."
May God bless Abraham, Sarah and Isaac and all the generations of the descendants of Jacob. Amen.
To love a woman is to fear her sadness, as you alone are responsible for her happiness, & will burn for her tears. http://t.co/xhv2x9B936
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The Great Perceiver:
Well dressed, yet clearly down and out, Tim Roth and Renée Zellweger sit on a sidewalk against the walls of a street corner, their characters joined in bonds of love and despair; her love, sympathizing with his dispare. She holds him as the two of them are weeping. He holds up a small open case, resembling a simple leather coloured travel clock, playing a holographic video image of his own toddler self trembling convolsively out of terror, constantly flinching as though he were just plucked out of boiling water. He weeps for his own soul, as he watches the gruesome proof of the afterlife: the only proof. Tears rush down his face as he says, "I keep feeling so sorry for him as if it wasn't myself, but I remember every bit of it... Too long... Too much. It was such overkill. As far as right and wrong, sins or evil deeds, I never have done anything I would have needed justice for if it were done to me; certainly nothing so horrible to deserve Hell... The real thing. I just want to save this little boy, and it's me!" They both watch the looped holographic video image, and secretly wonder to themselves if no one opened this small travel clock case, would this child have ever been let out long enough to record this image? Or even worse, would he continue to burn every time it looped? Then, just as the toddler is seemingly begging for mercy with every fiber of his being, a black curtain flings open behind him and the face of Lilith, queen of all demons, robotically thrusts forward like some heartless vampire pez dispenser, a giant unearthly anti-maternal figure, reaches out and snatches the child up as the toddler springs to his feet in terror, but he bursts into spitting flames of furious hell-fire, and she suddenly pulls him in back behind the curtain. The video image loops to the chard grilled wrought iron riser sliding the trembling child out into view once again. The man now sobs as though reaching too late to save his own soul with the cathartic revery one emotes when privately listening to the most heart breaking soul crushing music.
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I wonder if one can have the emotional maturity of an infant and yet still be intellectually advanced beyond his peers. Because according to the effects of traumatic abuse, that would be me. And I can almost hear everyone saying, "No," but the answer is actually yes, it absolutely is possible. Emotional maturity in this case would simply mean I get my feelings hurt too easily, as far as problem solving skills and so forth, I'm clearly more mature than an infant. However, I admit I seem to be missing something in terms of getting my foot through the door when opportunity slams its door in my face.
You can say it's no different than circumcision, except, if your family kept it a dark secret all your life as if you were born with horns and tail and cloven hooves, continuing the abuse by gaslighting and discrediting what should be your celebrated intellect.
And instead of it being a mohel's operation, it was your father burning your arm with a hot iron, plugged in, steam button pressed, punishment for your literal infantile masturbation.
And most infants who engage in infantile masturbation by themselves and unprovoked, turn out to be off the charts geniuses. Hence I remember quite a bit of my infancy and my toddler ages. I remember being potty trained by my mother (God bless her heart). Each family member were made into "problems" my dad had to fix, strategically, one by one. So by the time he could turn my modest eccentricities into a major problem by lying to everyone about me being mentally ill (I was in college and tripping on magic mushrooms most of that time), he made everyone do his bidding while they only thought they were doing a good deed. I have missed entire summers, 15 years of my life trying to squirm out of his grip and back into the rest of the world with everyone else. Before then, I had worked jobs on the books from age 16 to 21, Off the books at age 14 to 15.
Now after decades of having every achievement and asset taken away from me time and time again, I have textbooks, references and resources stolen from me every time someone wants to use me as their personal punching bag (figuratively speaking), I had to fight with all my might to stay conscious after given sodium pentothal while clinging to my test results proving my intelligence qualifications. I was not going to let them literally steal the one thing my teacher told me never to lose, that it was my ticket anywhere and to what ever I wanted to become in life. No one understands, the only other person who has had a similar IQ, at least in theory, is Moses. And I know now I should have let my teacher call the news. I felt too embarrassed. Moses made a few costly mistakes too. I was in high school.
So I'm sensitive. Please stop testing my limits, though, people. Even in a murderous rage, I've never yet had the heart to hurt anyone. It seems like there are too many prearranged sting operations set up as complete entrapment, when it's the last thing anyone needs, as if it were against the law to have a bad day.
It's always paranoia until you see it for yourself: you go to a supermarket and the parking lot is crawling with feds it feels like Keyser Söze is about to be arrested. Sometimes, I have half a mind to shout, "Gun!" And have them all shoot each other.
I should have been successful by now. Usually a writer has a chance at success if he has friends and family to help spread the initial word, buy a few copies of his work before even having to completely sell out his talent for the dictation of some corporate agenda.
The sad thing is there's no time: The earth has been through 7 ice-ages already, each with 107,500 years between them, including the flood of Noah after the glaciers had melted and boiling hot springs spurted forth. This 8th coming ice-age will be the last of this planet's lifespan. Not one graduate from this world to show for it. But can you appreciate the task at hand here? I've been gifted with immense intelligence to save the world, not to be left behind like the Captain of the Titanic. Of course I had to keep all this a secret (my mission in life), like Damien from the Oman, only in my version, the anti-christ is pulling a fast one on the devil. He knows who he is and what he is to do, but he decides to double cross the devil and save the world. Metaphorical or not, there is no delusion on my part here, the waters have been muddied by my philosophical predecessors who have exhausted all of their own theoretical possibilities. And no one has the time to go back to my older predictions and prophecy to prove me right. The entire subject matter has sacrilegiously become a joke. People assume it naturally cancels out its own veracity. If you research my work on the subject of 2012, you will find I had never said the end of the world was to be anywhere near this century nor the upcoming one either, but the year 2012 was the deadline to cut back on our CO2 levels without triggering the next ice-age. And I was young, and dumb, and I regret how irresponsible it may have been to make global warming seem futile to fix. But now, with these glaciers melting faster and faster already, it seems I was right once again. So people, please listen to me. And help me. I wish I had the time and money to edit myself to be more calm and entertaining to get my point across with style. But there are so many obstacles to overcome and so little time - and I have real spacecrafts to build. I have the brains but I've never been the mechanical type, so I really need your help. If you have the ability to help me in any way, you will know who you are.
Descending the Abyss is the Entrance to Heaven:
#ChasingTheRain
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Noah's flood, Jesus fire, raining hundred-pound ice boulders of the 7th Seal, 7th trumpet, and plagues of Almighty's wrath from Revelation.
The thing that separates me from anyone else, besides my apparent lack of humility, is I know what others believe no one can, or even ever prove. I know the finite limits of our universe of matter. I even know which direction is east of Eden among our revolving solar system in the midst of our revolving galaxy. And forget Mars, there are presently eight separate universes all stacked on top of each other in four by four formation with enough space between them to mix together with as little collision as possible, and with relative ease. And not only that, but trolling along side our universe is an endless stream of the universe of matter being created continuously as its point of origin is trolling exactly along side of us, and as the Creator has arranged, in an upward spiral as endless as time to come. Our mission as children of men, is to care enough about ANYONE to evacuate the entire planet off the earth, together, off the entire universe and over to that endless stream of the Creator's Choice universe... A universe of what really matters.
And mean while, the government as a collection of the certain but all too common group of social science Batchelor degree graduates roll their eyes with a sarcastic smirk at me as soon as I begin to use my credentials as if I should have had no excuse not to have already achieved one thing so far, then they're demanding money from me. Imagine that. I say my IQ, and it's, "Yeah, right," and that's why the universe is going to explode from here, nice going, we're all the bomb. Good one. It's not because I'm hurt, there's just no time. God's not going to end the world, he's going to end the universe. In fact this particular one in heaven is referred to as being pronounced, the "ooh.. ...Neverse." Because this one, God has kicked a freaken' can right through in the middle of it sotospeak. He gave up on us (Remind you of a few prophies that it was at the brink?). And if anyone from God's choice universe decides to trek on up to heaven in their spacecraft of ultra lightspeed, they'll find out real quick our universe was riding right along side it to begin with, so we know this one sucks, because it's overrun by Republicans' view rule. Ever hear that old joke about the aristocrats? Well it's actually the conservatives these days.
'Men, to that.
"Eesh."
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A new employee being trained at a home improvement store asks what's happening with this one man who seems to be racing drastically for some item but in slow motion while everyone else is moving at normal speed, and he's told, "He must be on the verge of inventing something so unstable and dangerous, that somehow space-time has folded around him to keep everyone safe... Here, give him these: he probably needs to install a ground to a capacitor."
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A collapsed soul is a Devine influx.
Cursed be the possessor of wealth, for he who takes cannot give. Have you ever cared about anyone so deeply, you plummeted into the bottomless pit?
Believe it or not, this abyss is the entrance to heaven.
Imagine the entire world bombarding you with negative opinions about you at the center of a televised colosseum from day one of your success to the rest of your life. How rapidly would you have a breakdown? What did everyone expect?
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A guy holding a payphone says to the camera, "Honey when you left me hanging on the line, I think you've underestimated how invested I was in this relationship..." He turns, and there are chard, grilled walls and floor, and the people there are in no joking mood. He says to the phone, and camera, "I think you've left me actually hanging on the electric line," everyone screams and shouts with him as they cringe, "Because we're about to burn in hell!" The camera semi-quickly pans back from a port glass window as the flames engulf them all.
Cut to a self-righteous and seemingly 7-foot-tall dude dressed up in an all white suit from head to toe, long Austrian Nortic bleach blond hair with a big white cowboy hat, gold belt buckle, and gold cruciform necklace, so smug, and pompously walking in slow motion, to a bluegrass version of you're gonna' burn in hell.
...no evil,
don't you fear
no evil...
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If you cannot have one single thing in your life go right, would you accept every over-the-top glory the Creator of all things would offer to make up for it? I just had to refuse; I'm not worthy - Nobody is worthy. You don’t understand it was just way too much, it HAD to be a sarcastic gesture.
"...Do you know what it's like to be thrown face down in the mud, kicked in the teeth, with an iron boot? Of course you don't - nobody does - scratch that: that's a stupid question..."
~(Airplane).
I feel like we all have that one family member who was a genuine saint at some point (I say that because it seems only the good die young), but I'm sure most of the rest of us will have to endure a finite time in hell at least, never too finite for anyone's taste.
"Where's your Moses now!"
Then:
"Who's schizophrenic now!"
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Judah! Reuben. Gad, Asher. Naphtali Manasseh! Simeon, Levi: Issachar; Zebulun. Joseph Benjamin.
The meaning of the names from the twelve tribes of Israel spells out this sentence:
Praise! Luck, Happy, A Son Is Born--He Has Seen My Trouble. Fight The Cause To Forget! Listen, He Who Is Bound: A Man Is Hired--Accept The Gift. He Has Taken Away--May He Bring Another Son Who Will Be Fortunate.
Not one word of accusation against David Koresh was true... Not one word of accusation.
He had only one wife, and only slept with her, and only one member of his bible retreat owned a gun business: it was a legitimate gun business. The four agents that died at Waco 93 were all slated to be Al Gore's body guards, and three of them had already served as Bill Clinton's body guards during his campaign. They were assassinated by the ATF and the Branch Davidians were framed for it. George Bush senior was the head of the CIA during the assassinations of John F. Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy and Martain Luthar King. And it has already been deduced these assassinations were done by the CIA. Bush had done all this to insure the election of his son, George W. Bush. Now, do you see? This is the meaning of the burning 'Bush'.
Micah 4
The Mountain of the Lord
In the last days
the mountain of the Lord’s temple will be established
as the highest of the mountains;
it will be exalted above the hills,
and peoples will stream to it.
Many nations will come and say,
“Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord,
to the temple of the God of Jacob.
He will teach us his ways,
so that we may walk in his paths.”
The law will go out from Zion,
the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.
He will judge between many peoples
and will settle disputes for strong nations far and wide.
They will beat their swords into plowshares
and their spears into pruning hooks.
Nation will not take up sword against nation,
nor will they train for war anymore.
Everyone will sit under their own vine
and under their own fig tree,
and no one will make them afraid,
for the Lord Almighty has spoken.
All the nations may walk
in the name of their gods,
but we will walk in the name of the Lord
our God for ever and ever.
The Lord’s Plan
“In that day,” declares the Lord,
“I will gather the lame;
I will assemble the exiles
and those I have brought to grief.
I will make the lame my remnant,
those driven away a strong nation.
The Lord will rule over them in Mount Zion
from that day and forever.
As for you, watchtower of the flock,
stronghold[a] of Daughter Zion,
the former dominion will be restored to you;
kingship will come to Daughter Jerusalem.”
Why do you now cry aloud—
have you no king[b]?
Has your ruler[c] perished,
that pain seizes you like that of a woman in labor?
Writhe in agony, Daughter Zion,
like a woman in labor,
for now you must leave the city
to camp in the open field.
You will go to Babylon;
there you will be rescued.
There the Lord will redeem you
out of the hand of your enemies.
But now many nations
are gathered against you.
They say, “Let her be defiled,
let our eyes gloat over Zion!”
But they do not know
the thoughts of the Lord;
they do not understand his plan,
that he has gathered them like sheaves to the threshing floor.
“Rise and thresh, Daughter Zion,
for I will give you horns of iron;
I will give you hooves of bronze,
and you will break to pieces many nations.”
You will devote their ill-gotten gains to the Lord,
their wealth to the Lord of all the earth.
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Through the course of some unfortunate family drama, a 17 year old, whose only crime was getting high with his friends, makes one naturally immature choice in response to his parents's ultimatum, and now he finds himself in a vigilante religious cult who lure and murder evil doers.
In the course of editing one revision, a word processor made the mistake of changing every "were" into "was", and although I have tried to make the necessary corrections, there seems to be still too many miss used ones for my taste. Luckily, the story is told through the eyes of the main character, so one can simply chalk it up to the character's manner of speech. ~Oliver. (They can't all be gems).
Today's Torah Lesson and Bible Study
Babylon is suddenly fallen and destroyed: howl for her; take blame for her pain, if so she may be healed. We would have healed Babylon, but she is not healed: forsake her, and let us go every one into his own country: for her judgment reacheth unto heaven, and is lifted up even to the skies. The LORD hath brought forth our righteousness: come, and let us declare in Zion the work of the LORD our God. (Jer. 51:6-10) Also je5145, is2701.
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