I AM.

I AM The WAY.

I AM The TRUTH &

I AM The LIFE.

J. Christ

He IS,

this is the truth

Always has been,

Is Now, &

Forever Shall Be,

the Truth

suns have shone,

shine now &

will shine for eons

planets are millenia old

their very dust of matter

is eons old,

the strange particles

that comprise quarks and such

are beyond ageless

all things were created by the LORD

can the particles themselves be further split by cern?

cern cannot disCern Spirit,

it cannot fathom or plumb

its depths

Spirit animates all matter that lives,

He breathed LIFE

into all living creatures

He IS,

at His Word

All came into being,

this is the truth

HE IS the way,

make yourself dizzy

with myriad roads

endless ways leading to infinity,

there is only one road

that leads to The Truth

there is only one road

that leads to LIFE

get angry

perplexed,

frustrated

rebel if you will,

you will Never change

The Truth

He who believes in Me,

will Never die,

J. Christ

got up early

unpresedented for me

i had a job to do

stood outside facing east

by dawn's faint light . . .

a platinum white,

shining planet

venus

to the east

no pulsation of glimmer

like stars do

just steady silver white

i pondered the distance

images of it taken by nasa

came to mind

in the recesses of memory

i remembered vast distances

between it and earth

images of the satellite taken from it

to earth

earth as a mere speck

teaming with life and intelligence

i thought of the ant

the ground bugs beneath me

the distance between them

and the town 12 miles distant

between me and it

how could this ground bound bug

ever fathom such span of distance, . . .

unfathomable

. . . so too

me and venus

i stood there transfixed

thinking of God

the creator . . .

here on earth,

bound . . .

human life

ordinary and sundry

billions each

going about incalculable,

activity

living and breathing, . . .

but pondering the negative

side of life,

it stuck harder with me this moment, . . .

the violence rampant

the lies

deception and greed of the wicked

members who think not of eternity

nor of a living hell in the afterlife,

those who take freedoms away

from the innocent

wanting simply

to live

on this wonderous planet

all the while

while the other seven planets,

their positions in orbit

fixed around our star,

the sun,

spin and rotate majestically,

never looking up

nerver contemplating

thinking their lives are forever eternal

in their lives of exploiting the good,

why oh, God,

on this earth life,

did you allow

it to come to this

such beauty in the cosmos,

corrupted by the selfish

. . . such forlorn loneliness

between planets

such coldness of space . . .

frigid, . . .

the frighteningly black of nothingness . . .

here we are,

a fallen world,

you created with life abundant

your planned ruined by . . .

enter in the enemy

fallen angel lucifer

and his 1/3 rouge followers, . . .

stained earth with vile sin

yes,

you created earth pristine

you will come soon

you paid the price with your own blood

evil will never triumph over good . . .

God is all powerful

he made the planets, stars

and the incalculable universe

together with the many dimensions

of time and unknown invisible

and soon Lord God,

your kingdom come

on earth

as it is in heaven

then we will see venus

the other planets,

all of creation

even ourselves,

in a different light

i feel . . . ,

i was tossed into

this earth,

no questions,

asked,

just found myself on

planet earth,

given a choice,

i would have,

voted a resounding,

no

don't want any part

of it,

do you?

don't wanna be a part

of,

any of it,

as when biblical Job

said,

"i wish i hadn't been born,"

y'know,

maybe i'm a coward,

so be it

as for the future,

at my death,

my passing,

as they say,

into the next existence

i fall,

yes,

as i was born,

i inherently know,

i will be tossed into

into another existence,

without my will

or choice

i wonder,

why was i born

to be who i am

why

why wasn't i born

to be someone else

i inherently know that

my consciousness

is unique

or is it?

is my dna unique

i know it is scientifically

speaking

or is it?

of the billions on earth

and billions more

who have previously lived

how can i be unique

to GOD?

why was i born

at a specific location

and at a specific spot

on earth?

why me and not someone else?

why my particular set of parents?

i've asked myself

for many years prior

who am i?

where did i come from

where am i going

and why?

tossed into,

a planet earth?

better?

or worse . . .

rather frightful isn't it?

. . . what will it be?

will it be another disappointment?

will it be pleasing

to me?

or will it be an inferno?

. . i searched many religions

and found none,

i found The LORD

he is Truth

he is Love

he is creator of all things

i do not wish

to offend the LORD

because i know that he IS,

i apologize LORD

because i fear,

i respect you

i know you won't destroy

me

for asking,

why the guilt then?

simple questions

maybe answers will never

be given

maybe not for us to know

i wonder . . .

. . . knowing that there is a heaven

and a hell

i simply acquiesce.

submitting to him

and to the truths

truth is real,

despite what pontious pilate asked

of jesus,

"what is truth,"

we all know what a lie is,

we all know truth

even you pontious knew it . . .

i have learned from the bible,

i am helpless

i know

at his mercy

many questions

i expect

will never be answered

this side of glory

i fall into his omnipotence

and omniscience

faith now takes command

i am a vessel

like a piece of terra cotta

was fashioned by him,

the creator

the master,

for what purpose am i to be used?

the purpose is now,

no brainer,

just as any human vessel

fashioned,

used for any purpose

whether good or bad

i am fashioned

for the

LORD'S

purpose

i know this much

therefore,

i submit,

whether good or bad,

in my case,

'cause

i know him,

it is for the good

he has saved me

from the theory

the lie actually,

which i have learned

is but a lie from satan,

our human enemy,

he has saved me

from physical harm

on countless occassions,

he is my friend,

my LORD

and my GOD

whether i understand

myriad questions

swirling around all of us,

or not,

i inherently realize

answers to age old

questions

will not

are not intended

to be answered

by GOD

at this time

down on my knees,

in servitude

and love,

'cause

i have grown to know him

i simply

live

i live for his truth,

his righteousness

and his being

after all

i know that

he is

GOD

i looked upon your,

divine

beauty,

of female,

wrought,

of God's own hand

your voice,

created by his mind

assembled by subatomic

quantum particles,

made,

into wonderous sound

your hair,

. . . skin

your radiant glory

reflected by the eyes of God,

i see through them

glorious reflectors,

of light

imprinting

my own facial image,

as i look into them

my precious love,

mirrored into mine own . . .

i then saw yesterday,

by the sound,

of ancient songs

played into my childhood

so long ago

but not so,

so brief,

like a theft,

left forlorn

a scant 70 years ago

youthful times

eons seemingly

far far ago

yet

so brief

like a theft

left forlorn . . .

and now,

my beloved

i reach for you,

aged skin,

broken body parts,

youth has been destroyed

, . . nostalgia kills me,

slowly

painfully

which i can never regain

nostalgia mocks me

you can never have her

never again

suffer only,

in my memory

that spirit

nostalgia

she taunts,

i am only a memory

you may never return,

to those moments

of youth

abandoned,

however beautiful

. . . the wonders of nature

of our magnificent earth

no longer thrill me

i thirst unquenchably,

for newness,

and yet,

no new thing

interests me

for the vanity

of life's end is here

its end is indestructible

its power disillusions me

where is my comfort?

i taste the bitterness of brevity

the stark reality of it

crushes me

who will restore

your former youth

your strength

your love eternal

your gentle touch

your laughter

where have you gone?

gonna throw, , ,

the diabolical,

pseudo,

science view,

of theory,

so called evolution

into the trash bin of history . . .

challenged by,

a wild stallion,

wonderous symmetry,

of form

and gallop

muscle and mane

perfect form

on the yellow prairie

no collection atoms

here

but sheer beauty divine,

you,

invisible spirit,

fallen angel

enemy of man,

you,

deceiver,

guiding coercing

powers on earth

to do your

will

you have,

over decades

introduced humanity,

to sir evolution,

elaborate lies,

while i,

introduce you to God

of truth

and life

creator of all things . . .

. . . hawks in flight,

hollow bones

feathered weight,

no random chance

but a wondrous creature,

while we,

dense in gravity,

human flesh,

heavy mass,

earthen gravity bound

sir evolution

had nothing to do

with these outcomes,

these plans

children,

mammals flowing

via the birth canal,

dna utterly mind

boggling helix

visible only by microscope

emitted endlessly by all life

our fingertips

leaving its traces

on all things touched

invisible matter,

electrons below the quantum

atoms

spinning orbits

unseen

like galaxies,

forming cells' components

to tissue

bodily organs in synchrony

of all . . .

all

every living creatures

above

here and

below,

made into living things,

while you

figments of man's imagination

and ploys:

. . . sir evolution

you

and madam mother nature,

have nothing

nothing

to do with it

i have yet to meet

either of you two . . .

. . . we weren't born with shoes

but need them,

no hooves,

no diapers at birth,

no full body hair,

a pubescent patch

in our human crotch,

. . . did you put it there

for a reason

sir evolution,

and its purpose,

pray tell?

for survival of the fittest

perhaps?

. . . did you dictate instructions

considering,

the phenomenon of,

pattern baldness , . .

why?

pubescence,

at a certain age?

what is the source of,

your intelligence,

you masters of spiritual

ignorance,

i ask again,

the reason of

this determination

our human nakedness,

being at the mercy of modesty

what is its place

it function of reason

in a hostile world

weak and fragile flesh

no match for african beasts,

therefore all

a weakness product

of our environment,

dictated by principles

of only the strong survive,

bodies without fur,

require protection,

cold and heat

fragile human skin

no covering of fur,

yet bears wear it

plants, . . .

my 8 foot living room ivy,

cut to length at various times

of its 30 years' age

where is its

seat of consciousness?

what mechanisms

drives its cellular structure?

what microscope

reveals its actual,

invisible life source?

why,

how,

does a fish's heart

beat outside its body . . .

computer generated,

artificial intelligence,

has its tangible

seat of existence,

it origin,

its creator,

in the mind of man . .

a brain,

whether insects'

or human,

is a wondrous organ

it must have

it too has a seat of origin

a source of invention.

it resides in the domain,

of the invisible,

of the spirit,

the source of,

that which empowers,

the energy

of life itself

hundreds of religions,

of what worth are they

when they answer nothing

of the truth,

but,

i say to you that,

the God of the bible is true,

He is spirit

and he is Creator,

God

technology

dissects creation,

a rainbow is defined

as the light spectrum

broken by light's refraction,

yet,

the wonders of creation

buttress the beauty

of intelligent design

as a child,

i simply perceived,

accepted life

in all its forms,

wind,

sun,

earth,

living creatures . . .

. . . complexity

technology,

human interaction,

spiritual forces,

war

in the human mind

to lose

childhood wonder

GOD endows intelligence,

no primordial soup,

no single cell

formed by lightening strikes

therein its surface,

no frankensteinian

monstrosities resultingly,

insulting,

our own intelligence

or God's

who,

in the beginning created

the heavens

and the earth

what would i give,

to step back,

into time?

only to relive,

my most special,

moment

a brief moment in time

. . . i wish would last,

time forever

a time

of,

no regrets,

only love

only simplicity,

laughter,

joy,

no money

no cares,

only the moment,

of divine,

love,

divine sustenance,

food,

food of my soul

food of human, . . .

souls

yes,

of

brothers

sisters,

yes,

kinfolk,

brethren

family,

what would i give?

well,

i'd give my short life span,

my whole life since . . .

that precious moment,

to now,

i'd give it all

for that moment

driving through our

great american.

southwest desert

crossing invisible lines,

monotony,

mind bending,

redundant formations

of sun bleached eroded

eons aged rock

cliffs

mountains,

yellow burnt

slopes

jagged craigs

bleached bones

asphalt

white zippered

center dividing lines,

heavy

over ancient conestoga

wagon wheels

and flint arrowheads

smog,

purple mountains,

not so majesty

like pastel

paper mirages . . .

in the desert

i can't remember

my name . . .

. . . brain bending solar radiation

like light through a prism

scattered

but coming out

as

ultra violet light

on the stark white side

decomposing flesh

not just plastic

or synthetic dashboard

of vehicles

but

burning my retina,

fomenting a subtle headache,

provoking sinuses to

a nausea,

slithering in

uninvited

desiccation . . .

ozone,

you know,

the oxygen molecule

the one with with an extra atom

formed by our alpha centaurus

star,

making it

by burning gases

in the upper atmosphere

(google it, . . . the ozone)

yes,

caustic to the lungs

invisible damage

even with an inboard

below the seat air filter

on any desert highway

115 plus degrees farenhneit

even in the shade

concrete human minds,

everywhere

on this journey.

they are mind kind

though thoroughly different,

invisible,

like zombies

little connection

no talk

superficial humanoid existence

bleeding loneliness

starving for communication

seems a rock could offer more solace

never found a human i could

fully relate t,o

so,

therefore,

for sanity's sake,

i projected myself spiritually,

into the 4th dimension

as i am a 3 d entity

just like you

now i am able

to travel through,

the desert,

up,

down,

and sideways

with no hold on gravity

now,

i travel through time,

past present and future

all at once,

escaping the limitations of physics,

i am now free of heat,

skeletal pain

and misery,

prayer led

by the holy spirit

of God,

i am now ready

no other path is possible

to maintain my integrity and peace

i must stay in the 4th dimension

as long as possible

things don't last long

on planet earth

this side of his kingdom

. . . thy kingdom come . . .

i love God more than this dry

meaningless earth

unfulfillments lie at every portal . . .

peace

i crave,

life is fleeting . . .

i am striving to stay in the fourth dimension

it ain't easy,

i'm flesh weak, . . .

i know,

i reach for his hand,

thy will be done, . . .

up i look

to connect

to his downward reaching hand

to his heart

i wish to connect

on earth . . .

as it is in heaven

age of superficiality

devoid

ignorant of history

age of deception

evolution

replacing biblical truth

our heritage

age of supericiality

though steeped

on ultra technology,

age of the electron

age of AI

worshipped indirectly

by the masses

we aren't just flesh

we are spirit

ever see a spirit arise from

a body?

right after death

the videos on internet

are replete with tbis

supernatural data

in this

our supernatural heritage

open your eyes

forget about the lies,

shoved down our throats,

the primordail soup,

the evolutionary

so called theory,

out of the depths

of satan's playbook

perfect to deceive

over many

year's programming,

easy to believe

. . . it takes intelligence

to build living beings

suspended planets,

stars,

hubble telescopes

microscopes,

the retina

the magnificent brain,

things unseen

the philosophies . . .

the divine creation,

you and me,

far above beyond the spun,

the twisting,

the philosophies,

the lies robbing

the truths of life,

get back to our roots,

go back to the garden of eden

original parents of all humans,

. . . adam and eve

africa

mesopotania

fertile crescent

egypt

palestione

the land of ur

israel

the bering strait, . . .

king of kings

the passion

the resurrection

the robe

the ten commandments

Jesus Christ,

Superstar,

feel him coming,

new era

right around the corner

suddenly,

Boom!

ok,

so easter aye?

well this write is inspired

by another writer on same subject

. . . i see with child eyes

purple,

the ubiquitous,

custom of thin plastic,

spaghetti tufts,

stuffed into thin wooden baskets,

painted rustic,

stripped with red,

bluish purple,

pastel hues

i see sunlight translucent

through

those purple

yes,

sunlit violet purple

piercing softly through my pupils,

to retina brain,

transcending,

into my soulish, spirit brain

those thin,

simple plastic spaghetti,

of purple tufts,

that carry me even today,

into and through,

a magical portal,

moving my spirit

into a burst of gentle,

spontaneously subtle,

inner joy,

here was

and is though brief

a place of peace,

soft and secure . . .

like a deja vu moment

a place of green,

fresh clean living grass

cool to the bottoms of bare feet

in fields of,

royal violet,

blue blended,

swirling purple hues,

spinning moments of child wonder

nostalgic seas of memories,

quiet laughter,

in search of colored,

dyed,

boiled eggs,

borne by yesterday

today,

six decades later

of muddied, muddled

life and living

blended with tints

of clarity expectation

and wonder,

dimly lit by the swiftness

of the pain passed

into this moment

of translucent easter's purple,

i see,

by eyes of faith

the eggs,

signifying the new life,

rebirth reborn,

resurrection

of Jesus king of glory

dressed in Royal robes,

Lord and Savior

of mankind

i'm done trying to count,

every grain sand

every fallen leaf,

the weight of the earth

the segments in an ant's

antennae,

done searching the cosmos,

the frailty of flesh

its short life span,

done plotting a bucket list

done living for tomorrow

today is enough

it will all end in

with countless things undone

i'm tired,

it doesn't matter anymore,

i've reached my time limit,

the end of my rope

nothing matters

but a short left stint

of opportunity

to just live,

just live and know the truth

nothing,

literally nothing

surprises me anymore,

good is good

and bad is bad

it just doesn't matter

except to bathe in good

now,

the only thing left is,

simple, . . .

i hate lies,

i hate greed,

i hate theft,

and i hate murder, . . .

i love the innocent,

like children

and animals

like pets,

. . . get my drift?

if you don't,

it's just fine,

because

i'm done

trying to convince

done trying to please anyone

except to love them

but,

only if they let me

yeah,

that's it . . .

i'm done apologizing

psycho analyzing, . .

done

except that,

if anyone comes up to me,

and really wants nothing,

just me,

my attention,

my words,

my love,

i will,

i will freely give

all of it