It is given to the Destinata to overcome the limitations of time. Epoch time, times, and one half time, is a journey of many patterns. Therefore, the broadcasting from the Universe mind sends Masterpiece Transmissions to humankind. Then factors odd, flowing like a language of birds singing is squared and cubed in quantum coherence by the scientists, great noises are discovered.

Then come the Destinata who begin to play that noise with skilled minds…inverting the noise to an orchestra of sound with birds singing… all with the greatest of ease. But to others through to the end, definitions of many designations will change but the names will remain and people will see things and hear things the way they desire to see and hear them.

Nevertheless, thanks to the Creator, then comes The Book of Romans: bidding those who will be Destinata to descend into deep glory and to be among those who have heard the sound of the language of God which has touched all the Earth and all the world to the ends where stands habitations and beyond. Compare, Romans 10:7,18 KJV (also compare, Psalms 19:1-6 KJV) So says the Word: seek wisdom, wisdom not of this world, to you who are perfect, for it is the wisdom of God in a mystery, even the hidden wisdom which God ordained before the world unto our glory. (Compare, 1 Corinthians 2:6-8 KJV).

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I walked to the window and viewed the mountains beautiful and serene…No Charge! I opened the front door, I breathed in a rush of fresh trills of air into my lungs, so refreshing…No Charge! I step outside and song birds singing catch me away in a songster lullabies of peace…No Charge! I seek God, I pray and praise God, and blessings of God rain on me…No Charge! All of these benefits belong to the freedom “to be”. Then there is another freedom which is the freedom “to Know”. Such is a freedom leading to the state of being luminous as in belonging to a whole shining and not being divided into parts.

Walk on the fretted fingerboard, walk there until the song comes. Read the book of Romans until the claw of the beast withers. Beware always lest you fall within the limits that common mortals live. Whistle and own a specified capacity that puts the whit-bit mentality behind you. Get the parts of your thoughts together so your thrust can act as one force of endeavor. Put your hand on the Body Ministry plowshare and proceed with a determined disposition. Since every star is numbered by which mortals in their once angelic pose were fitted…learn what is the number you express.

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Your heart is young; but other parts of you show shadows of many seasons having passed.  The message in the mirror is a story of life lived in vigour and deep in the throat of frequent challenges.  You crossed the toll bridge many times and paid the fare.  You are not ashamed for living with such passion of dedication.  You do not feel you need to repent for the sincere interpretations of actions you lived in your faith not standard in the minds of some hawk eyes who spend their time looking for a kill.

The message in the mirror tells you of the price you paid for your belief.  But every day, looking at that mirror of life, you render your vision beyond the mirror, calling those things that appear one way to be another way.  For you know as the Scripture has said that in the common mirror of life it does not appear what we are like, but that we who live our faith are in a grooming of becoming more and more like our Saviour’s shining face (compare 2 Corinthians 3:18 and 1 John 3:2 KJV).

The glass darkly mirror does not hold perfect prophecies, does not hold or reflect perfect Love (compare 1 Corinthian 13:12 KJV).  Looking beyond the mirror, you can see bright tomorrows that have overcome all darkness,   Looking beyond tomorrow, you can see where the good and the bad of a person’s life is wound up and weighed.  To the Destinata, grace is woven into their weighted total; and rarer than rare would be the case where a person has gotten this far touched by grace without a proper garment (compare Matthew 22:10-14 KJV).

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The above title is a teaching by The Manifester taught many, many years ago.  The purpose was not for suggesting to change the Latin A.D. (Anno Domini  – “in the year of our Lord” chosen as a birth date of Christ) but rather to reveal that time lines that have been set regarding the birth of Jesus Christ and including such events as the time of the Noah Flood and the Exodus of Moses and Israel have some major time flaws.

AD infinitum (Bible’s “slain before the foundations of the Earth” – Revelations 13:8 KJV), AD astronomical years numbering (As regards Differentiation of calendars), AD Manifest (synecdoche insights) versus Latin A.D. = Anno Domini -  “in the year of our Lord” (”A.D.” use only became widespread in the 15th century): subtract questionable dating methods via time lines of events, including ruling magistrates calendared thus.  Supposition: AD could be positioned accounting-wise:  AD = “After Death”.

I taught the above titled subject in a church service and numbed the audience.  It was an extremely difficult subject that included some special  mathematics that incorporated how time gets lost in applications.  I never taught this subject again, but in my recent teaching, “The Seventh Seal… Part One” January 31, 2010 (last night on Sunday), I mentioned A.D. as “After Death”.  This was a refer back to that concept taught by me at the age of 18; and, having a middle ear infection, I put in that piece of fragment from that old teaching without explanation. I apologize.

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What speaks the page of years?  A New Year comes. Whence has gone the times, and to whence will go the future dispatches? Who will underwrite the styled and joined seasons?  Will the seasons past and present be foretold as fascinating, restless, casual, waywardly, changefully, unpredictable, interesting, merry, perplexing, or wantoned of hope?

O’ Magnificent Pen, you have never failed me.  I am so splashed with words and phrases I must cross an ocean of them to character one flower or describe one rock of color reflecting in the sun.  But come, O’ Pen, and write free from the catalogues that encyclopedia my mind.  Mathematics climb my membranes like morning glory vines; science rockets on the hour through the space lanes of my thought lanes.  Were it not for the Glory of God divine that pours the former and latter rains on me…I would be covered over with overhanging leaves of clover and sealed in the enfolds and findings of telescopes and microscopes until I was fastened to such dangles endlessly.

I laugh at the imitates of the real; they whose scratches, misanthropic, entertain only themselves.  Yet, somehow, they wheedle and dribble ideas born to pilfer the poor suckers who take their lines home by the pages full of persons day by day.  To the gasses with them, until the day their minds clear and out they come, squinting in the real sunlight.

O’ Page, peer through the screws in piles not used; sweep aside the prods; move the dirt piles; and open the heavens, for the greatest of all happenings of “greater things than these you shall do” (compare John 14:12 KJV) is yet to be written.

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Colored vapors dance about my mind in exuberance with being fulfilled with the highest hope.
Beacons, more lit than if brightened by ten billion suns, escort dreams to the pillow upon which my head lays.  Watchers edit golden script that unfolded of God’s own accord from out of my brain.  Silence bows to this concert of sheer ecstasy for its being a massive leap of spiritual knowledge.  As I thought on these things, everything became beautiful and I sung:

Walking through

The woods of the trees

Lovely singing leaves

Blossoms and the bees

Sing a precious song

From your heart

Sing, sing and be sung:

Touch the plants

And they will touch you

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There is a spiritual fragrance to be breathed that can lift you out of the murky darkness.  The twin subjects of Enlightenment and Love are twin watchtowers of  knowledge that emit spiritual fragrance that one’ s spirit can breathe in exhalation (instead of “inhalation”, because when the spirit breathes, it is a release instead of an intake).  In the space time of continuum of reflections, there is held truth as a vibrancy of beauty, which potential of profusion lives in a smooth texture of overlapping similitudes.

A nebulous screen opens: stars and galaxies can be seen.  At a lab in 1934, scientists produce light flashes from bubbles less than 12 picoseconds or less long.  The bubbles are sonoluminescence, a result of liquid excited by sound.  But this is only a minor insight, barely touching the sound phenomena being for sometime revealed in sanctioned moments to seers of spiritual things.  These seers of giant spirit abound with yearnings that draw the Word of God as on earth steel is drawn by a magnet.

In a double kiss of opened memory, light rises out of the arcanum of the Holy Spirit so grandly that the whole world unfolds to a mosaic of potential grand designs never before seen but by the very few.  Jerusalem descends, and the cube of mystery is solved.  Then I saw millions trapped in unredeemed time.  Take this script of Gentou; and with subaudition- nosis, free those who will hear you by loosening them from the prism bias of lost time.  Yea, erase their false and evil memories.

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The images of thoughts fizzing in bubbles, straining to pop the bubbles open and be freed into mental liberty, is on the countdown.  The moment of deep minds capsuled in spiritual devotion, colored with a forum of vibrations that are sense-seeking is here.

Across mental wireless trajectories, skipping and hopping upon super induction lines of intoned electromagnetic energy, so ride propagation upon propagation of signals elected by a divine send of neurochemistry transformed into messages from God the Almighty.  At the same time that astronomers found a hole in the universe exceeding 6 billion trillion miles of emptiness, the Destinata were breaking Hooke’s law of the point of maximum stretch before breakage or distortion, and were going on to new frontiers of the Spirit where no common humans had before ever tread.

At the edge of the circle and beyond the shadow, into the wave land of soundtron vibrations of creation, there go I to mission healing for the sick and downtrodden.  Give me this land to conquer, O Lord, that the sick, despairing, lonely, and depressed may live to breathe without pain once more.

There is a worldwide reductionism of spirituality.  In its place people are seeking pleasure-placebos of entertainment and playtime therapies, even to the point of creating lust surrogate propositions for replacing true love.  It is for the same kind of mental cause that due to a  shortage of parental socialization and care, there is prompted a thrust in children to enter a transference of their needs to transitional objects.

The world has entered a transference state.  Spiritual things are being traded for carnal, unholy alliances.  The cause for this is because humankind has been in a spiritual sensory state of deprivation.

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