If I dwell in your shade: A Psalm

I will rest in your shade and think about the things you have done.
Crafted me from nothing and that doesn’t even begin to tell the half of it.
You will shield me from all the evil shit being hurled at me.
You will smash the terrors of the night into nothingness.
I will not be afraid of the wicked ones.
I will not flinch when the high-and-mighty ones
try and usher in their blazing days of chaos.

A Psalm of My Youth

A Psalm of My Youth

Yahweh— even when I was far from you, drugged out and practicing tripping into my own mind and into other realms and thinking I was God until I was completely shattered, you already had a plan that was far more advanced than any imaginable.

When I was boozed out, weeping and not wanting to live and not wanting to die—you had my back, even though I didn’t know it at the time.
When I was in tremendous pain from—you had already had a plan.

Papa Yah- I have done nearly everything to mess stuff up in this gift of a life you’ve given me.
People born into far worse circumsatances have made more than me—born virtually a prince compared to the other billions of people on the planet, and I threw it back in your face, flipped you off, pissed all-over the gift then wept like a spoiled brat when I realized just how I had categorically blown part of my life.

But none of that matters, Lord—because you are able to take even the most damaged units; units even more damaged than me and use them to establish your cause, your works, your works…

Here is wisdom: you are the poet, we are your poems, and now I weep with joy knowing that you still have allowed
my heart to pump blood and air to enter my lungs.

I am still part of your spectacular design, and though I look back with a forlorn shake of the head, I see nothing but your hand in steering me away from utter destruction and bringing me to what it’s really all about: getting with you and what you’re all about.

We are your images and your imagers.
All of this muck and paint and words and pain and sweat and tears and stuff work together to those who love you.

I love you, Jesus.

Random Thoughts

Random Thoughts.

Are there such things? Perhaps, but just to be certain, you may wish to double-check and how can you know if they are random?

Yes, I understand most of the noise that is occurring in this day and age are prepackeged thoughts that come right from the MACHINE—you know, the one you can hear humming in the background if you imbibe in enough LSD to make a horse fly…the type of stuff that we’ve perceived in the corner of our eyes, but couldn’t quite be sure if it was there or not…the kinds of things “science” cannot register, because it is just out of the realm of registerability (unless you have a sophisticated quantum computer, which is what they are going to roll out soon to make certain that all of you who are not “in on it” will be completely freaking-out: this is why they wish to put you in a food, drug, chemical, electronic media stupor so that when they do “de-cloak” you’ll probably not really register what the hell it is that is happening.

LSD was far too unstable, random, and weird to be a consistent throughput—thou it did the job to jumpstart things from the other dimensions (think: the computer Giants like Gates and Apple’s turtleneck wearing mad genius); they were the conduits.

No more need for clunky violent bloody masked robed strange rituals to bring the others into this dimension; they got AI and quantum computers to do the job now and its a whole lot cleaner…

When you begin to see eyes manifesting atop your neighbour’s forehead, know that it’s on. When you begin to have night visitations from dark (and I am speaking of absence of light) beings at the foot of your bed and you are having trouble breathing not to mention screaming in a paralyzed terror—know that this is it.
So what do you do?

You might like the answer and you might not, but this is it:

Turn to Jesus Christ and cling to him. That is your only bet to survive this thing.
Ye have been warned.