Pipe-lines of life (Revised)

 Psalm 139:14

New International Version

 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

    your works are wonderful,

    I know that full well.

Life to (me) is a love story from being cast-out from the sacred chamber, Almighty God’s workshop (womb) into the light, from the vast deep and pipe-lines of life, every journey is Divine poetry. 

I’m wonderfully made and woven to the highest expectations, I was tailored-made to order and there is nothing missing. From memories long ago...far and beyond, the potter’s vessel and weaver's choice...

I must praise him while I can and laud him with all expressions bestowed.

The truth is free and eternal, it can’t be confined, contained, or stopped…

It’s why the devil Satan has had such a hard time, in stifling it’s greatness.

The truth is fitting to all when needful, and we all have made use of it, yet it’s not assimilated/digestible to all.

One can live a lie...but not survive the truth, many are aware of this.

The truth is Divine, it has no rival, no equal, undefeated, able to transform, actuate and cause for the better. Awaken and released from bondage.

Lies are invoked and devised to counter it and not the other way around.

The truth is eternal and will remain ageless, and that is what Almighty God 

Jehovah, Yahweh, Jah (YHWH) has said.

 

 Every trivial matter is meaningless, when you have all the means,

 

With that said allow (me) to invoke worship and praise your Great name,

Praise while we can, just praise him, exalt, sanctify make him known.

 

Rafael G Gonzalez

03/11/24 9:59 PM

Pure energy fine tuning (Revised)

 

Rafa EL G Gonzalez

When you read this may the power of the Holiest keep under vigilance !

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Whether one realize it or not, being pick out of the masses, from the vast numbers of the global population is an exceptional wake-up call. The Almighty Divine is pure energy...we in turn are also energy. From a finger nail to a single strand of hair follicle. With that said, the selection is not by chance, the higher power to which we were created seeks out what belongs to it. Is like frequencies in the stock pile missing within itself, in order to remain fine-tuned what it attracts is in harmony with superlative Divine guidance.

 

In other words you are the missing link, I'm speaking about a heavenly father, an eternal spiritual being, an ancient King...with attributes similar to the potter's vessel. The attributes are very well defined in form of expression...LOVE,COMPASSION, KINDNESS, PATIENCE, JOY, PEACE, JUSTICE and a host of others which I fall short.

 

Yet your frequencies, vibrations and fine tuning create bridges, channel's to which their consistency correlate with those calls. Now through a selection, there is an invitation...I won't go into scriptures, my audience are above average, if not they would have abandon me long ago.

 

His hand is stretched open, his desire well manifested, this power is yearning to reunited with those outer bands of his own energy (Core) power plant. The King shall not be denied, the Holy spirit shall not be made contrite, and if some or many stumble crossing the bridge, remember your call !

 

Let your fight not be in vain, be self evident that together you will overcome, the greatest battles yet to come, at the end the outer bands shall be draft back to their original place and we shall join those superlative energies.

Please allow (me) to praise and worship the Holiest and Divine.

 

Rafael G 

05/11/22

Expandable/Human

 

What the normal eye see’s is what I don’t see, I’m going to get spiritual and philosophical. If one takes a simple rubber-band and flexes it proximity 50 times it losses flexibility, elasticity and eventually slaps. Or one can take the simple rubber-band and flex-it in full beyond the threshold and eventually it will break.

The human rubber-band is of the same function, we are in the middle between two highly opposing tents good/and bad, its a tug-of-war in which we are being utilized as instruments of choice and separated accordingly through the knowledge gained. We have free will to pick which side separates us, but not which side chooses us. The election by which we become the instrument, depending on which side wants it more. The good/benevolent reaches out and the opposing tent exercises contractual rights to do the same. For better or worse its expectation to remain expandable. Too what point ?

So there are two ways to break-down expeditiously or through momentum or accepting non resistance and eventually washing away without the knowledge. Gaining insight of why the ups /downs in our everyday struggles would balance the playing field, and the chessboard of player’s can reveal their hand more openly of the pulls and stretching, we our all subject one way or the other.

I have just revealed my hand of why we/us are being stretched thin and because of knowledge gained, remaining expandable...something will eventually break...and breaking is not that one throws in the towel, but through trial and perseverance access granted. Beyond the scope of reasoning why some are targets for the greater call or awakening is somethings that remains insolvent in a series of episodes I wish not to disclose.

Who is your equal, who is your rival, what's the opposition ? You the all seeing, all loving and benevolent, stage-cast the insensible like pawns in a borderless chessboard.

For every move made you're light years away and not one miserable among the mortals or immortals can access your hand unless granted.

this much I know!

Published on : 9/26/23 8:43 AM

Rafael G Gonzalez

New Jerusalem (Revised)

New Jerusalem

O’ New Jerusalem, land of the brave and spirited warriors,

O’ New Jerusalem, land of majestic mountains and sweet waters,

Yes you O’ Zion, the coveted work of art whose tormentor is blinded by your beauty and Magnificence. (Evil doers know not)
The meadows have dressed you with the foliage that wing creatures can only dream of, in your battlefield hope is heard from its foreign visitors, they cry out in jubilee, sing well orchestrated chorus, their tunes are enchantment to the ears of the natives.

Creation spoke in riddles when you came forth, the almighty God stretched his right hand in blessings; you were the master’s achievements, He labored in pain with your up bringing,

O’ Zion, your spirit can not be broken and the enemies in the battlefield shake in fear because there is warmth in the fluid that sustains life. There is love and unity in what remains, that to be adequate because abundance is not necessary the advantage.

O’ Zion, the world see little of you and tongues and mad people of the world have distorted views of a land, which is creation, humans like all other and in many ways more prone to reason than all others,

The promise land is in your midst, paradise belongs to he who struggles for the good cause of its people, O’ Zion, I will see you in paradise or die trying.

Paradise does not belong to the faithless, who stoned the prophets, whose blessings God revoked,

O’ Zion, hold strong and roll well because blessings are sure in God almighty.

O’ Zion, land of the spiritual warriors of the mountains how many men wish to serve you! and how many have missed! Yet the struggle continues and I see the faces of many who took the call, their faces smiling with graceful humbleness, their memories like a mighty wave that gets stronger as it picks up time.

O’ Zion, motherland that shelters its off springs in the bosom of caves, peaks, valleys and evergreens, from the oppressor and destroyer…..awake...awake and consume them in your wrath and fire.
 

O’ Zion, if only God had error (in choosing a new people and He did not!) why did He not look any further in the pains of labour, the land of Faithful warriors? (Moreover He, has)…God almighty bless the fields of the new covenant and the Great Spirit be the driving force in all its actions. The mountain can move, the waters can divided, the underground can call it’s spoils, the days can darken and nights illuminate like the brightest stars, but Zion will stand and remain as God's almighty spirit visitant the everlasting faith based stronghold.

 

Published on: 6/24/14 4:58 PM

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written: 4/6/07

Love where are you (Revised)

                                            
                                     Love where are you

I can love you for your fine qualities,

I can love you for being a great life source (mother),

I can love you for your enduring character,

I can love you for being a faithful helper and guide,

I can love you for being a precious expression few will ever see,

I can write you love notes, and from where love resides, defines, remote and isolated...I find my dearest nest in sublime charm.

I can love you for eternity,

I can love you for a thousand of years,

I can wait and be the sacrifice for your guarantee,

True love is not flattery, because I’m not disconnected from myself. It is the superior quality of endowment for those whom truly search it and find the source!

I can also love you for what you're not, imperfect being chasing a desire so innate, far from understanding,

I will love and continue to love...here today, tomorrow paradise. Seeking the source, disrupting its presences until it grants me access to a yearning few will ever manage to undertake.

Love emanates radiant light (heat source) life is found at its core...it is Divine, superlative, infinite starlight and beyond. Enigmatic riddles, puzzles the restless searcher to standstill in deep freeze.

Love where are you ? Where can I find you ? I have missed you ! Yet you are ever present...warm and cozy, delightful, my soul has found refuge ! Let’s walk up and down the park...let us sing happy melodies of our encounter. Let us praise while we can...let me find you in my memory !

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04.18.17

Rafael G Gonzalez

what dulls the senses II ? (Revised)

 

what dulls the senses ?

Until death do us apart, or until insanity and grief carves a better outlet,
I want no part of neither one, I'm not a masochistic or on a joy ride for proving grounds.

I'm bless to know I can decipher my conscience, and since I'm material and imperfect I carry out my sentence, cautiously and under reason.
I slave for what is good and righteous...a resistor to broken will. There is no markers pointing to either directions. If my faith is challenged my Divine being shall cover for my weaknesses.
Yet I have not failed in my quest to understanding. My sacrifice is to my beloved...but God first, this much I know !
My Lord is very close at hand all the time as the enemy extends his madness...but I'm aware on its countless attempts. The Almighty Divine always at the scene...if God on my side whom against me ?
The superlative call is to the braves, those whom yearn and sigh, mourn the greater revelation. It is to them the ancient of ancient...eternal of old, that keeps the consuming fire alive...rosie, hot. If one stays the course of the conscience, your days will have no end.

Freewill or the challenge, what dulls the senses ?

Extremism, fanaticism, over-zealous..applying a perfect law to a imperfect body, blindly.

Carrying out the mandates to the point of exhaustion. I have reasons to amend a broken rhythm (my limited scope on what is superlative).
My contention, it takes a great plot to balance out the fine prints. In my insensible chase...the senses have yielded a fine tune conscience, that is the product to work with. I beg forgiveness by stretching the boundaries in my contemptible state...I await the superlative expression that which is bestow to my conscience !
 

06/14/17