The Scribe of God’s Passionate Phase, & Prophecy from 2014
Pentacles of Time
The pentacles of time shall melt as sugar in the light of the sun.
These towers are set in the IS to regulate life and influence the fate of our soul.
When the pentacles of time are gone the Earth will stand still
The sun and planets will not rotate for time, nothing will grow
The sun will no longer be the giver of life
The waters of humanity will no longer confuse our choices
The distraction called time will be gone
There will be a rush toward God
The screams of repentance
The anger toward God and final separation will be at hand
The final Woe
The body shall die quickly, eternity shall settle in
The I AM The IS will be revealed to the mortal man in those final last days
The choice will easy
Our choice will be clear
It is better for a man to ponder death than to sit in the chair of merriment and bliss,
But to experience both is truly a blessing.
Seek and ye shall find.
GIVE THANKS
Creamy Oily lust filled dreams
sexy sapphires shiny streams
travel afar to a place of pleasure
fulfill your fantasies desire forever
a man of stature his figure appears
his beauty reflects in waters crystal mirrors
fiery eyes black like pitch
curves and waves of skin so rich
transparent he glows yet tan an dfirm
scared yet you touch his face to learn
the feelings he holds for only you
he’s your sensual angel he’ll carry you through
your desire so strong you yearn and flow
with nature’s sweet nectar and sensual glow
when he moves to hold you, arms open wide
supernaturally he envelopes you you one inside
his body so warm your belonging has come
your heart melts inside you know you are one
looking around at the beauty of caves
and flowers oceans and sexual waves
your feminine passions are satisfied at last
this supernatural angel throws mere men to the past
So I see my God can meet all my needs
He knows my heart I fall to my knees and
GIVE THANKS.
“LOSING A SOUL” ╪ 2013
Written by Dorothy Ruth Stirrum
As I went through my grandmother’s attic, I found a strange old journal labeled, “The Journal of Forgetting”. Its pages were yellow and empty. It drew me in with curious arousal. In my silent pain, I spun the web of forgetting.
I began to write upon the age old paper as it magically absorbed my life’s emotionally debilitating burdens. The children I have born with my soul and have lost somehow. My grief and mourning seep into the lines of the uncanny ink as I write. I recall the lovers found in bliss by my minds eyes’ sensual allure, of whom I have thrown away and displaced for causes of betrayal and the abrupt stroke of a strong swift slap. Memory soaks into the magic, accepting pages.
As my essence of pain fades, I studiously continue to inscribe my lost childhood dreams. A tear drops on the thick, yellowed paper of old it smolders and disappears. I recant the love I so innocently gave to those I perceived as lovingly responsible. I remember that I was only a waif to them as they strongly crushed my world with selfish blows of abuse. The page is full. I watch as the ancient journal, without my hand, turns itself to the next page. It is as if crystal lights are dancing on the book as it draws light from faded sun. Is there more? Must I forget all my painful memories to be at peace? I guard my pen.
Curiously and cautiously, I turned to the back of the book. In small print of blood, the words appeared “Stealing a Soul: Volume 27″. I gasped! Subtly and seductively, this magic book of relief would supernaturally steal my God breathed life. Painful memories, though some may be, they made me a grand member of humanity. The tragedies made me who I am today by the choices I made in spite of yesterday. I realized that if dealt with by expression and acceptance, these burdens forge in me the very character that makes men faithful, understanding and wise.
I left the book behind for those who may choose not to experience life and truth in its full color spectrum. Or perhaps this book of illusion will lure another in to awaken to life! For by accepting what I wrote in that journal, I had accepted myself.