This morning: the sky gray, the rain falls, and the thunder echoes behind the blanket of my unsettling uncertainty. …my unknown inevitability. Suddenly, the thunder cracks! “Is this a sign?”, in my room starring into the device’ illuminated abyss, I ponder. “Does only my fate know of its own destination?” Then, from my heart, a small voice speaks: “It is from wisdom that you firmly step, and through unwavering Faith that you carry-on this way.” -paul
Rich in Christ
I am rich with blessings from the Creator. My plate abundant in knowing, and my cup runneth over with compassion, empathy, and pity. My body strong, my mind sharp, and all my senses aligned. I am rich. I am rich in Christ. To this, I testify.
I have been given a glimpse: a snapshot of the beginnings of humanity, with the lefthanded hunter; and from the Earth, a clip of the shadow rearing up its many heads. And in visions, my heart bled upon the dagger of the mighty Thunder Being. To this, I testify.
The sky opened to a ray of light, then the Great Spirit spoke to me. To this, I testify. Later and in unison, the Angelic ones spoke the name- ‘Jesus’. To this, I testify. I am to complete a Work, a work for Humanity, a work of Meditation. To this, I testify.
In the tiny gardenhouse nestled amongst the trees on a 10acre patch of clay and rocks in southern Missouri- before my conversion- It was in my darkest hour, when I felt the world closing in, my path lost, the light fading, nowhere to hide, and no one to turn to- there appeared a spirit-man. He helped me. [He held the lantern.] He showed the way. For this, I owe my life. To this, I testify.
Interestingly and unbeknownst to most, IndianRock.art ‘Holy Land of the ancient Lamanite Prophet’, with all of Her Earthly charms and wonders, is the Heaven-sent tangible manifestation: God’s Will upon the Earth as evidence to the bearers and witnesses thereof. She, IndianRock.art, is the result. She holds the key and is the giver. To this, I testify.
IndianRock.art – Holy Land of the ancient Lamanite Prophet for the Gathering of Tribes
Everything is a reflection of everything else: If I want to change the world. I must change the self. To this, I testify.