Fanning the Flame

there was no smell of smoke

no burning flesh

their garments were not singed

only the fire heated seven times hotter

three men now four standing in the flame

like the burning bush

on fire but not consumed

waxing old feeling the strain a pole shift in progress depleted ozone protection a wasting of the vital elements for life and survival the heavens and the earth with all its works will be burned up reserved unto fire against the day of judgment

it is the fire of God’s jealousy

not with water but with flaming fire taking vengeance

for our God is a consuming fire transforming everything changing its form testing every mans work revealing it by fire

pawns in a petri dish

with little logic

moving like a man in a trance

working every day just to get our pay

only to return and do it all over again

in a petri dish

a genetic anomaly

not primordial goo

but less and less sane

people are convinced to do whatever suits their purpose

often supplying the enemy with the means of their own destruction

The workers of darkness display much more unbridled power than the disciples of Christ, the percentage of intelligence that is not human soon dwarfing the intelligence that is human.

A freezing wind blows against the high places of our ancestry

A fire is kindled

drop down thy word toward thy holy places

draw forth the sword out of its sheath

let me be fuel for the fire

the end is near

‘la fin est proche’

fear not

‘n’ayez pas pur”

Life is in restless change and beauty. As birds in the air effortlessly rise higher and higher……you have WINGS…..so fly! Far greater is belief over sight.