Category: Sketch of Stones

I cannot speak on the books, but I will speak on the stones.

There are the chosen ones, a tribe of indigenous people; and although not chosen by the establishment, they are chosen by God, the Creator. They are the descendants of the ancient tribe: Lamanite.

We are a great people, chosen long before our voyage. We are a great people, chosen long before the peacemaker. We are a great people, chosen long before the invasion. We are a great people, chosen long before the history. We are a great people, chosen long before the Buffalo, the plains from which they roamed, and long before their demise. We are a great people, chosen long before the dance, the drum, and the song. We are a great people, chosen by the Creator, long before the book. We embody the spirit of the Great Spirit, chosen by God, we rise. We gather in the circle. We beat. We dance. We sing. We discover, after thousands of years of searching, that we are the Chosen Ones. We rise, within, the spirit of the Christ. We rise, for we are a great people. We rise.

The only thing that keeps us down, is the attachment to the suffering that our forefathers endured in order for us to, once again, rise.

From the mind of an overly involved a/v guy during the 70s and 80s: The synthetic apparatus controls the mind of the collective, like a frog submerged in progressively increasing warming water. The water is beginning to boil yet the frog remains. Free yourself by realizing that the vice is not real, and that it is the attachment to the device; physically, mentally, and spiritually, that drives humanity to self-destruction. The normalization of the smartphone is the work of the shadow. I guarantee this as fact. Unfortunately, the time has run out. And similar to the sun’s evening rays, humanity has yet to realize that the sun has already set.

Find hope and salvation in preparation and the Christ.

Lamanite

The forces of the sun and moon upon the Earth are more impactful than originally concluded. Look for an earthquake, eruption, a wave, a storm. Look for a sign from God, in the days to come.

Lamanite

I recall, there were two visitations in my dreams. The first night was a woman. She was what I would describe as a beautiful mythologic Amazonian giant, seven to nine feet in height. The second night came, what I believe to be her husband. He came down on a fiery chariot. Slightly shorter than her, he was three times her weight. He was so mad at me. Quickly, I remember, I was on my back, he on top, as I attempted to fight. The weight pressed down so intensely, I struggled for every breath. He wielded a black dagger, a thorn. I remember his smile as he drove it into my flesh. Never in my lucid dreams has this happened. Then, he pulled the dagger free of my chest, peeled my skin and flesh away, smiled with gross intent, then proceeded to drive the thorn into my heart. I sensed every moment, as I felt death, my heart bleeding and the shadow overtaking. Luckily, as my cat does, ‘Luna’ woke me in my time of near-death.

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Looking for truth, I wandered into a grove of maple and oak, likened unto a cave. There I sat in meditation, free of danger and fear. And in the quiet of the stillness appeared two spirits gleaming bright, radiating a peaceful calm. “Compare your hands against the stones.”, one said. I could barely see them as I tried, but the illumination was so overwhelming. “They won’t believe me, that I spoke to you.” I replied, with my hand shielding my eyes. And in response He said, “Look to da Vinci’ works.”

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Attention seeks inward, not for the sake of ego but for the salvation of humanity.

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The carrier of messages, he came down from the hill with a rock. The message of lie, cheat, and steal- these things we do not.

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Could it be? Has God placed a stone for every soul, from the beginning of time to the end? And of the creatures, a place for them?

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I have been gathering stones for a long time. The numbers run into the thousands. And glancing out across the land, I see the souls of millions. All of them are of stone, extremely ancient, and sacred. They call out, each having a different story to tell.

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