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At this time among earthborn mortals, there is a shift to an unfolding of things which was said to be past finding out. In a birth of rare intuition, certain individuals called the Destinata are seeing and understanding signs not understood and sometimes not even noticed by the general human masses (compare Hosea 6:2-3 KJV).    In juncture of windows not of this world, there comes fragrances of influence for mind expansion (compare 1st Corinthians 2:7-11 KJV). 

A legato of knowledge previously considered uninterpretable noise, breathes into life and understanding (compare Revelations 6:1 KJV).  Nameless destinations fly like birds. 

A wonderful and beautiful people, planted on Earth but not risen of the real who they are, incarnate but not known, chosen but not assigned, imbued but not remembering, destined but waiting,,,,, until the moment of “The Awakening of the gods” when in the twinkling of a mental light their deep consciousness will turn on. (Compare Isaiah 26:18-20; also see, Matthew 9:24, Mark 5:39 KJV.) 

Pilots, called “engines”, from the planets of Arctura Mansions (compare St. John 14:1-4 KJV), who are hundreds of years old (compare Genesis 5:21-27 KJV),  fly ziziths and zuuts and ride the skies of other planets (compare Revelations 14:6 KJV).  And when the trip is long like beams from stars, they cradle their ziziths and zuuts on planadomes to zoom in suspended animation to other parts of the universe (compare Isaiah 51:10 KJV). 

Many of Earth’s scientists (without mentioning the possibility of methods that can achieve the equivalence of velocity by other effects) say:  humans will never be able to travel faster than the speed of light. Gentlemen and lady scientists, if by medical advances you are alive 100 years from now,,,,, you will bow your heads in regret for having ever made such a statement. (Compare John 3:12-13 KJV as a Scriptural example of phototranslation to more than one location at a time.  Such an instant quickening and placement could be an effect for achieving the speed of light plus.) 

A secondary image rises but is not images of ghostings.  A gigabit (of a billion pieces of information) plus many times more fits into the first image but is  frivolous compared to the profuseness of information available in the second image.  When the moment for the full “Awakening of the gods” comes (as the standing of the Destinata) neurons of the brain will suddenly be gorged with supernatural intelligence.  Like a mighty rushing wind, the subconsciousness entering the second image will fill the mental houses of the Destinata. (See Acts 2:1-2 KJV, first image effect.)  

Children of God do not be displaced if you do not understand the all of this message.  When the anointing flows, you will come to understand all mysteries. 

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When two persons fall in love, it should be for the rest of their lives.  But there is a journey to living and loving.  Sadly, there is a journey through the negative ins and outs of life that could happen….. and often does happen….. and a journey through the human biological downfalls with its add-ons of more confusion plus more complexes.  This is all part of the journey through the tunnel of human agony. Also, for some persons, there are times of phantoms, when feelings and nerves crank up and create dark wispy figures called phantoms of paranoia. 

But sometimes, above and beyond, and sometimes, entwined to the negatives of life, there are the good and wonderful times. Nevertheless, sometimes, as a bottom line effect of the journey through the tunnel of human agony, certain persons once deeply in love lose their valentine hearts.  I call this result: “The Lost Valentines”.

Much of everything is a state of the mind.  The loss of love is often an abstract condition created by collective situations,  happenings, and psychological emotions.  Eventually, to such persons, they begin to cross beyond the ancient boundary of marriage.  This occurs, because in their minds, they have  justified their decisions by way of a premise they believe to be true.  With no teacher to show them a kind of ”reductio ad absurdum”, their premises become truth for lack of help to prove the falsity. 

So then, a premise becomes a homebreaker, and the best dashpot in the world won’t be able to damp the shock and vibrations of the failure of love that will result.  Suddenly, these love birds will lose their songs for abusive and invective strains of language.  Perhaps, this whole collage of imaginative things could have evaporated, if intent would not have substituted the completeness of a few more valentine expressions of caring and actions of love.

Too much time embroiled in a mind away, or the heart offset of endless business, or too much time with the hobnob crowd are practices that create a heartfallen world for the waiting-to-be-loved mate.  Eventually, this may result in the original mate being replaced for a foster mate. 

And then there is the condition of too much time under a mate’s thumb, which kind of stress leads to less and less cuddling time.  The net event finally is: the roses disappear and blackthorns become prominent. 

And then there are those who carry on with the motions of intimate relations, but deep inside a loneliness and resentment is growing. A meltdown is in the making, and only true love can miracle it away. 

I do not say there are no proper reasons for persons to change from the color of a flower he or she once loved.  There are justified reasons, have no doubt.  The results nonetheless are often “Lost Valentines”, wandering stars –– searching, yearning, pondering, reaching –– for a heart to call home.  

For a destiny love, one can and should endure all things.  For some day, the troops of personal wars and conflict will leave the battlefield.  And still waiting will be your love –– standing by, arms open, heart warm of feelings, and eyes full of worlds that only you can fill. 

At the bottom of the “pan”acea, beneath the sand, the gold of love will be found.  See yonder on the path of time two candle lights, shining like suns of a new world, blinking and twinkling in a dance of love that will send loneliness away to dwell in the midnights of a far far away, forever and ever.    

Open your valentine card, and write it to say: “I love you; I love you forever!”

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“I’m seeking asylum,” said the would-be refugee. 

“And to which nation or kingdom?” enquired the department of legal loopholes.  

 ”To the Kingdom of Heaven,” replied the seeking refugee.  

“Purport we are able to accommodate you, are you able to remunerate our war contractor profiteering department?”  

“Do you accept ‘adjusted dollars’?”  quizzed Mr. Refugee. 

“Perhaps, if you promise to not haggle over the price,”  the representative for Loophole emphatically answered. 

“I’m not in a confrontational mode; I just want to exit out of this whacko world before the blitz happens,” conceded Mr. Refugee. 

“My legal advisory committee prompts me to inform you that the ’heaven’ destination you are requesting is presently at war and accepting conscripts.  The vouch for this can be studied in Revelations 12:4-7.” 

“Is the whole universe entrenched in menace and war?!”  the stunned refugee demanded.  

“Nukeland seems to be just about everywhere,” replied Mr. Loop. 

“So then, the dissolution of sanity has happened, values are betrayed, everyone reviles everyone, talk of world order infrastructure is just hyperbole and paste, and the archrivals of peace are even in heaven!” sobbed Mr. Refugee.  

“What do you expect, Mr. Refugee, when sanctions don’t work, friction is everywhere, cold wars are turning to hot wars, armament  for defense is becoming a walk on the boardwalk of suicide, the culpability of voters is further overrun by extreme extrapolation, the world is full of brutality, and there are no working barriers to guarantee against war?  So what do you expect, Mr. Refugee?!” exclaimed Mr. Loop.    

“I’m so weary of subterfuge and prevarication.  The loss of evenhanded dealing is causing a negative event horizon for the evasion of everything wholesome.  There are perturbances even of love due to the evection caused by the juggernaut of an evil kind of dark energy,”  so said the refugee in a mope of futility.  

As the refugee thought on these things, a song began to come to his mind:  “O’ say can you see, by the dawn’s early light…through the rocket’s red glare” (World War Three?), that the flag, was (will) still (be) there?  

 And then I knew although a thousand fall on my left side and ten thousand fall on my right side, it would not come nigh me (see Psalms 91:1-9 KJV).  I will dedicate time to work for world peace….. after all, the whole Earth race of us mortals are of one blood (Acts 17:26 KJV).  I will trust in God, and God will be my refuge.  

Suddenly, another song came to my mind:  “God bless America, land that I love; stand beside her, and guide her, thru the night with the light that shines from above.”  

 And I knew that song could also be as a prayer for every nation and land in the whole wide world.  For surely, one day as the Scriptures say: The nations will beat their swords into plowshares. (Isaiah 2:4 and Micah 4:3 KJV).     

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In a reverie, in a dream, in a subconscious wish, I came to enchanting thoughts about discovering the secrets of how to span over all the disordered irritations and downloads of disease that come upon mortalkind.

If all the people in all the world (if even 10% of all the people in all the world) would create the proper moment to wish, to pray, to hope, to desire, then I believe a bridge over the river of tears could be constructed in a jingle of that wonderful moment. 

Many humans rummage through life searching for the motherlode that will fill their personal wants, yet never find the silvern stone warm to touch.  Caring about someone more than just oneself and one’s own is paramount to freeing the icy cling that has frozen the jingle of the wonderful moment.

I call for the world on the moment between December 31st midnight 2007/2008, to wish, to pray, to hope for construction of a “Bridge Over The River Cry” to begin.  Perhaps then the jingle will be loosened to ring so that a thousand wise persons are born who, as a result of their destiny, will build a bridge of tools for healing and inventions for peace.  So then let it be that tears like a river need never again separate love from love…..love from those who love and hope from those who hope.    

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Never does love wander more apart or feeble a greater unfeelingness than when those unfortunate mortals, who being without natural affection, cannot even knobble open their hearts to those who plead for their love (see Romans 1:31 and 2 Timothy 3:3 KJV). 

In genetic tangle, the touch of love, the caress of love, and the passion to love, stand on a distant shore.  For some of these individuals, it is more natural to express emotion to a dog, cat, or a horse. By no means should animals be excluded from the tender love of humans, but animals must not and cannot replace the human love due to a living husband, wife, or family (see 1 Cor. 7:3-5 KJV). 

Additionally, a job, a career, money, or a pursuit of venture or project, should not and must not deprive those who are committed to and due of love.  No one should call such persons brute beasts or categorize them as being so hard of heart they need to be included in the petrographic study of rocks. 

In Manifest teachings, such persons are told they need a “lattice change”.  This is a Gentou (regenerative touch) approach to modulate certain genetic and biological body and brain cells and genes electrovibmagnetically (see Romans 12: 2 KJV).  Gentou is both a physical and spiritual action and is capable of causing a dance of the genes.  

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