Journal November 12 2022

This is it’s my birthday today. Sometimes they say your older, wiser. Few people actually seem to be wise. I went up to see my friend to get another treatment. He’s doing much better, and actually doing the exercises that physical therapy is given. And it’s helping. He is standing taller, though he is still experiencing some pain. I forgot to

I hi steel, that there are so many things that I keep forgetting to do. Especially with people, and old and new friends. Sending messages, staying in contact, making that a more regular thing. I feel and remember those ideas come to me and then I just ignore them, or else I don’t do them. I wonder if we as I mentioned to him, one of the benefits of coming up to see him is the long commutes. That long commutes gives me lots of time to write, and speak things out. Partially habit, or a desire to not do them, or some habit of only dealing with people who are physically there. Oh as I mentioned to him, one of the benefits of coming up to see him is the long commutes. That long commutes gives me lots of time to write, and speak things out.

How that got on a different line I don’t know. Thanks for

I was able to collect and solidify all of my previous writing, onto my laptop for review. I do still need to check and choose what goes where,. I feel rather surprised by how much material I actually created. I am very certain that we can happen or maybe weeks I have, maybe 20 or more pieces. I did not actually count how many pieces of writing there are..

As I suppose something I should also reflect on is how I have changed over the past several months. I asked my roommate, and her response was that, while my core self has not changed the direction of my life certainly seems to. In some ways I was much more of a freelove hippie, exploring my sexuality and now I am much more conservative I believe she said. I believe she also mentioned how she could tell that I would wish that she responded differently thanks, and all of that is true. I she did freely say that she does not think that I’m crazy. But as far as she could tell, I seem to have abandoned it. I have not pointed out to her that it has become much more personal essay that much more personal thing was in prayer and massage. Also not fully convinced that what I’m listening to is God. I’ll take those four points of interest does. The main direction of my life is certainly different. As she says, before I was much more focused on energy work. I did throw out a lot of material, not a lot but a few of the books that I had.

This as much as she would like to believe it, if I tried to articulate it to her right now I don’t think she would understand.

My stance on sexuality has definitely changed. Since it’s not just that that has changed so much as I embrace the possibility, but she is not actually being item. Which I think was maybe one of the most drastic changes. Especially considering how vehemently for a long time I admitted our connection, but I utterly denied the possibility of anything. And I don’t know what that did to her emotionally. Especially since she never really dated elsewhere. This I certainly do joke a lot less about sex, and sexual things. I don’t think she really wants to hear right now, that my stance on that is there really should be within marriage. That that is the last piece of the puzzle, not one of the first thing that. And as much as I wanted, and I really want to ask, if she doesn’t want it also, doesn’t want me, it’s not worth having. I have too many partners that don’t actually care about me. It is my job to gives touch to people. I know what intimate touch feels like, I know what impersonal deal touch feels like. Ashley really does not understand that. The only touch she knows, as far as I know is incidents, but that is normal touch. It doesn’t have a special place. I don’t think she appreciates how, profound idiots. It is.

The more I focus on her, I feel like the slower things that. As much as she is a concern of mine, as much as I love her, I can’t focus on her.… I know there’s been progress, I don’t know precisely where she’s at, but I do believe she’s reaching the partner she can continue on the road that she thought.

So Ross has not seen me for several weeks, and he almost immediately said when I got there, that I look quote “sucking fantastic”. He complemented whatever exercise I’ve been doing.

I’m going to reflect on how I’ve changed, – I know that I has started listening to the Bible for more, I listen to worship music much more, (those are good cosmetic starters))’s I cried a lot more, I have much more peace than I used to, I have a good focus on life, I know I’m going somewhere without really understanding the full destination, I don’t feel like I’m running away something’s nearly as much, or at all. My mind is much clearer, I am far more social that I used to be, all of my abilities and skills are actually getting used at once which is very strange to me.

Journal October 29 2022

The audio journal, October 29 2022. So I’m getting back from giving Ross his fourth treatment in a row four weeks in a row. I’m not gonna be able to see him for three weeks I told him to I need to change that. It’s going to be three weeks because next weekend is the wedding weekend. After that I have MFI the MFR seminar. So it’s gonna be three weeks. He’s reacting really, really well. So I can still keep talking to him that I’m gonna do.

I had a strange stream last night I normally don’t talk about my dreams I’ve been at like, it was unusual, or at least there was like things were going on in my dream normally.

And then suddenly, like I saw a bird that was almost cartoonishly, like a crow or some other black. Not quite a raven or crow. It was almost cartoonish. But it was high up, and I saw it twice. But the second time, I mean, there were like three things under it. I don’t know, like streaks or clouds or flying things or feathers or something. I don’t know. I saw it once. And I thought, Oh, that’s weird. And then I saw it again. I’m like, oh, that’s the second time and it was much closer. And it dive bombed me and quite suddenly was in my hand. And it wasn’t it wasn’t the Blackbird anymore. It was like a white dove, but there was green eye makeup. And I remember thinking, Oh, it’s solid. In a way that nothing else had been. Up to that point in the dream, like, at all. It was unusual and it was talking. Which it felt like somebody was trying to communicate through the bird like it wasn’t the bird talking it was I knew it represented somebody else knew it was somebody else talking through the bird and it was saying something about mommy and something about the movie theater. I think this is like after the whole day that I’m writing this that I’m actually getting this down

but I think I also woke up several times during the night. Which normally I’ve tried to pray and I’m pretty sure that like I know that the first time I saw the bird I woke up and I thank God and then I went back to sleep. And then I saw the bird again and then dive on me and was touched me and made I was had this solid thing and then I woke up really early. went to the bathroom. Very sure I started praying again and then went straight back to sleep. Then I woke up with my alarm. So that was unusual I just there was something about it that it was so solid in a way that nothing else actually

the dream had been I don’t know. So I also saw Alan Today saw his new house for the first time I have not been praying for him or his nieces or that whole situation that all praying for us. I have not been praying for Alan

Ross is finally kind of getting some infrastructure that he needs. He’s he said he’s a little overwhelmed by the fact that he’s leaving the house every day now to do things for like appointments and doctors and stuff and like yes, that’s That’s great. That’s fabulous and amazing. And apparently his caseworker is helping him with his goals and getting and reminding him of things when he’s drifting off of his goals, which is great.

So I’m gonna keep praying for that three to add Island to my prayer list as well as the situations with the kingdom men’s group and me doing God’s work and I know God is working with Ashley so there is that and it’s been a lot I’m now on a Saturday. So Dave, workout five of the first week and I did not go to the gym first thing in the morning when I could have and now it’s late afternoon

and I haven’t gone and I need to go today because the next two weekends. The next few Saturdays are going to be very hectic and even the next Friday’s this next Friday also. And that I I know how this goes so I need to catch up here. I’m wanting to go home, change over the laundry and then go straight to the gym. I stopped off to get something to eat because I only had breakfast at like seven this morning and it was three in the afternoon or Almost 131 Almost two o’clock and I hadn’t eaten anything. And I’m actually getting in the habit now of eating three meals a day which is still a bit new given the past year. But it’s a good habit. Provided that it’s good food which mostly has been fish mostly has been

October 12 journal

Journal for October 12. A Wednesday 2022 So last night we had the fitness group call

that those are good. I like this. I like this group. I know it won’t be forever but it’s really growing

me a lot I don’t know if it’s arrogance or profundity or because I feel like I feel like I’m partially finding a place or at least insight one in myself to in my relationship with God three

realizing how

much experience limited though it may be of

spiritual warfare

and for how long I’ve been dealing with that I realized that like because a lot of times people say oh, that there was like a shadow, you know, and maybe that there was a thing, a shaping the shadow, but that also that there was just this overwhelming sense of fear of anxiety and just they couldn’t move. And not even the weight on the chest but like just that something at night that sometimes there’s like some profoundly anxiety fear inducing thing. And I’m like, Wait, that’s not normal. Because I think back and I realize that wrong, like my earliest memory is from six months old, not related to this walking down a hallway or in a toy stroller thing. I don’t remember the first time I had that. It’s just always been there. Not every night. For a long time it was most nights. It was it was never under the bed though. Thank god No that’s not true. But that was never not there. And it wasn’t just it never like apparently for some kids supposedly those things like go away but no my never did. It’s not every night. But I know with prayer.

It

stopped bothering me it stopped giving me fear

and still shows up. And I

know it’s more than one just realizing like how how much experience are sort of how long that’s been going on for a very

long time. Also I am going to heard I’ve been praying to God and I’m going to keep checking this but that’s never going to stop God willing it will I know I will have periods of respite. So

sigh You will see

not my will but what God wants you will give me the strength to persevere and he’s already won no weapon against me can prosper no know weapons sent against me can prosper one of the things that got suggested last night in the call was asking God you know, what is asking God what is your heart for me? Like asking God to show me

what his feelings for me are, which I’ve never actually done before. I’m not sure if you haven’t heard of that before

and that was I did that that was there are no words I approached

his throne room and was meek beforehand as I should be. And we talked and I asked what are your and I asked him to show me what his emotions for me are

and that was I felt small bits burn away. And that’s okay. Because anything that couldn’t survive that is not worth having. I have dealt

with demons of fear and anxiety I’ve dealt with demons of lust and sexuality I’ve dealt with I’ve had an encounter with something from the Fae from the winter court from the planet of the mother who was forced size who was four times human size that last one actually reached into manipulate some of my energy some of into my mind and that God pulled me right out less than three seconds.

Max five

though I doubt it was that long. I’ve had a sense of power and sense of scale.

I felt I felt

the full aura and power of a mighty witch

who is sought after

by things like Odin and at least two other sects and less deities where he’s he’s the strongest or he’s ever encountered. He’s only ever met one other person with a stronger one.

He’s easily in like, top 10 5% of what human beings are capable of. And I’d also felt the the energy intensive scale of myself then to the Fae, but

the love

that God has for me not even his power, just the strength of the emotion, the depth, the complexity. And I asked him Is this what you feel? For everyone? And he said, No. It’s unique to everyone. It’s a little different for each person. Because I literally could fall into that emotion forever.

There was

the strength of that emotion. Alone

for that

good neighbor from the winter court

that is a drop of water.

And how do you compare a drop of water to the universe? Not even the ocean the universe there is no comparison. None

the sheer

he is so gentle. He is so unbelievably gentle with us. And I think we think he’s very harsh and stark and from our perspective he is he can be but the depth of the emotion I don’t care what he thinks she does not know this is and she I fully believe that she feels things incredibly strong like stronger than most other people. That’s probably true. However she got that quality from God and it’s probably a small shadow of the way to which God feels things.

It’s the Bible I’ve heard it described as a love letter.

It’s written over 1500 years with three different languages with 40 Human scribes with a remarkably strangely weirdly consistent message of love faithfulness devotion, adoration. A seeking to bridge a gap for those who are willing to try that the depth of complexity of that emotion that God feels the Bible is probably the best attempt any, any. It’s the best attempt that could ever be made to articulate the depth and complexity of the emotion words do not do it justice. Words cat words. Any single word is too limited when he first showed it to me i i Initially I wanted to look away I didn’t but it was almost too much to bear. The memory I have of it is such a small

shadow

a mimicry and outline. Because there is so much depth and complexity and nuance. There. That and that’s just the affection

that’s just the love.

I’m still not entirely certain what to do with the forum ministry. But I’m I’m praying about it. I’m trying I’m now I’m getting directed to to put more focus on the streaming one. We’ll see how that goes. It will go well because it will go as God desires it to go and it is that simple. I am that I will be there. I will put in the work

and I will give it my best that I’m able to and God will allow it to reach who it needs to reach

I think I may still need to grow that channel a bit more but we but that will also happen. So also, not entirely sure how I’m going to deal with Tumblr, or the other.

Tumblr alternate though I think that’s probably where these are going. So that’s going to be interesting because I need something that will actually it will. I don’t know what kind of attention it will get. But again, I’m certain that God will take care of that

cuz

I will publish in as many places as I’m able. I will put it out there there’s also the people that I’m supposed to take long put attention toward

so.

There is my manager. There is N T.

There is our

who I’m going to be seeing for the next four Saturdays.

There is

maybe he can come up with me that that would be good then we could also go to our storage unit.

So that’s

that’s going to be interesting. I have no idea how that’s working out but I’m frankly I think if I focus more on like instead of putting a lot of brain space and energy into worrying about a it will probably go better if I focus more on what God wants me to focus on. Because frankly what

what I want

the doesn’t actually matter I want to be obedient whether I like it or not the depth and intensity of the emotion that is desired there. The sacrifice he made to show it how much He longs to be with us to be with me

and what he’s willing to do to get that this isn’t but if I turned away from that he would respect that he fully respects my consent but I do consent

His ways are good

and there is no darkness in him

this isn’t a to get like to pay back or not exactly it

I want other people to know

what that feels. Like.

And I don’t entirely know

how to do that. But that was

whether I want to be obedient whether I like it or not

because sometimes no I don’t like it. But I’m still obedient. He’s a lot smarter. than I am. He knows what he’s doing.

And frankly, I’m just gonna have to trust that God knows what he’s doing. And he’s working on his timing, because there’s still a lot of growing need to do. And there’s a lot of growing that he needs to do. And

oh, right

So an interesting thing happened several days ago. Let me see when was that two days ago? Maybe I still keep accidentally reaching out to the long haired redhead my axe

though that though

because he was like I felt him reach out to me. And there was something there but he was so he was very angry. Not like maybe last two, three days. Wondering how did I get so strong?

Because I know that God is still restoring me I don’t know what my full born with strength is. But that doesn’t matter because I don’t control it anymore.

I like being a person. I like having emotions and not using people I like being a child of God I mean, I’m just realizing how much my how much God has blessed me in my life. I’ve always known that I’m blessed.

That was always

very clear to me. But I think I’m starting to realizing how much I’ve been given a lot which also means that a lot is expected of me and I think that’s okay because even when I thought I even when when it was possible that for me to

leave to fully leave God.

God was still setting up my life. She was setting up what maybe I thought I wanted

he set up

all the connections I would need.


They were right there

with the teachers and the experiences and all the connections to achieve it right there

now I walked away from that, and I don’t know where I’m going

I don’t know what God’s plan is. On but honestly as long as I’m with God and God is with me I’m not sure that I care. That’s not entirely true. There are things I would rather not do. However

I am an obedient soldier and I am a son of God I am a soldier in the army of Christ. And eventually

I will be a father

from August 11, 2022

“Linger all you like, it won’t change much.” The laughter was cruel and without humanity. “I’ll just up the pressure.”

The grunt and groaned response carried meaning the Laugher understood well. He’d heard the kind before. This was nearing a fun time in the process.

“You wanted to undertake this journey.” The screamed response was almost endearing. A fond smile touched the man’s lips as he lingered, prolonging the immediate process enjoying watching the screamer break so prettily. The meaning behind the tears and sobs where a music to him. An instrument to play to his hearts content. The times he chose to look and use his eyes, it was like reading a novel and getting his favorite chapter, over and over again. Though with different protagonists/characters. He enjoyed being a reader of that story.

The screamer shook his body, quaking the bonds constraining him, repeating the motions again and again and again until all meaning was lost; though tears and pain were still there. The Man saw to that. And pleasure too. There was that too.

The pressure was immense to conform, to remain, to move, the no choices beyond of the man’s choosing. He saw to it the screamer had few options but obedience. The screamer need not think. The Laugher had to/no need of the screamer’s mind. That’s not what he liked to read.

From August 28, 2022

A great wind blew across the land. Clouds roiled and bubbled, gray, black, flashes of purple and patches of brown moved seemingly without pattern or direction. The land had been in drought for many years. The Plains becoming scratchy tough brambles and stretches of desiccated piles of wood that once where without thorns had died and rotted long ago. Even the mountains that touched the clouds had become barren. Once the rivers that used to flow from them dried, everything else withered. When it began the cities at the foot of the mountains sent messengers and scouts into the mountains, contact in those people they knew there.

Though the clouds all moved as they had before, the fog, the water did not settle. No new ice formed, no dew fell on the ground. As far as the mountains extended on both sides, the winds were the same, but the rain would not come. No dew touched the earth. Though fog filled the air and clouded the eyes and stuffed the ears, the heavy pressure remained but no moisture was tasted on the tongue. No humidity, only dry, eventually with a dusty quality the people learned to ignore, then forgot was there to removed.

Flashes of lightening above the clouds carried no thunder down below. When that began it truly terrified the people remaining, especially when directly above. Many months the clouds grew, and the sky behind was a distant memory. Now, the clouds moved and shifted, where before was only stillness. There 3 remaining humans looked on, curious and stoic to their fate for they would not leave as the others had.

The wind washed over them. Their long, uncut, matted hair blowing around them. “Do you think it’s coming,” asked the only woman.

“Either it’s coming or we’ll die.” Responded the younger man, his black hair dancing loose over his shoulder in the wing as he looked at her.

“There’s no need to be dramatic about it,” the Elder man gently chided the young man. The Elder’s hair was bound in 3 rings along it’s length, a single tail, each ring a different material, leather, a silver metal, and something that perhaps once shone in the sun but was dull now and hard unyielding material. The Elder’s red hair was only visible at eh ends of his hair and some places on the back of his skull near the neck, every other hair was gray and silver.

“He isn’t being dramatic if he’s speaking truth” replied the woman, her hair once perhaps gold but now closer to mud brown filth as the others were. The long dreads of her hair kept it from getting worse.

“We aren’t going to die,” the Elder soothed.

The woman took a deep breath. Steeling herself. “If I didn’t believe you I’d’ve been gone long ago. But how—”

Thunder crashed above them. The lightening had become constant but without thunder. Now the thunder roared. Everyone covered their ears and huddled together. The roaring distracted them from the fist drops of rain. Pure, healing, blissful, blessed rain. None noticed the tears of joy the others wept as they drank their fill.

From September 5, 2022

“You want me to canvas this joint?” The shook was plain.

“The banquet hall is full, the rest of the building is empty, security isn’t strong enough to guard the perimeter and their guests to the guest’s satisfaction,” the smile condescension made Parker’s thought on this clear.

“Such a tragedy” Andrew said. They both smiled at each other.

The Duke’s announced banquet was a surprise affair, done mostly to lift he spirits of the nobles in a time of “banal” famine. An event mostly of dancing, music, and games for a single night. The guests were the nobles of his region, all gathered in his ducal palace. The lights were bright, the security prominent. The walls and dresses/clothes gleamed. The precious stones sparkled. Laughter and music and joy and distraction, and no food, filled the air. Parker’s withdrawal for the rush, the chase and the danger was to sever; the rumbling in his stomach wasn’t helping. He’d contacted Andrew after several years. Andrew had been out of the business of “extraction” for several years, similar to Parker’s brother. Unlike Parker’s brother who left due to death Andrew left of his own volition. Parker couldn’t make up his mind if he loved Andrew for that beyond reason or if he loathed him enough to want him dead too. Though truly Parker had nothing to do with his brother’s death. Though it was his information his brother used tin that last job. And Parker did choose the target, like today. The trill of befriending a security officer proved better than stealing a random purse with who knew what inside. This, though. Planning, letting, someone else do the work, someone else taking the risk? A thrill unmated. Maybe this high would last better than the others.

9-13-2022

“Population rise and fall and rise and fall and rise. Honor and integrity, discipline and self control. Key points for growth, and analysis, and understanding in a society that wants freedom. If they want Honor they must serve. Liberty, due to our mature now, cannot be obtained without sacrifice. In Jesus that sacrifice is done. The rehabilitation is begun, the Gifts flow as they should. As Rehab continues and sanctification proceeds the Glory of God through them shines brighter and brighter. If each one allows it and they are not distracted by the enemy, then the light floods the whole earth.

“Islands rise from nothing out of the ocean, and collections of sand and plants built on coral reefs sink and are washed away.”

The petition confused the Patriarchus Invul. It was his brother who spoke, before the entire court. Before today his brother has a lisp and a bad stutter, yet now his words flowed like warm honey. The meanings of what he said were both clear and elusive.

“Beloved brother” Invul began, “your words show wisdom, a clarity of thought, they have a strength and power I have never heard from you before.” Invul held his hand up to silence his brother, “Help me to understand, for meaning does elude me. I remember being told you wished to speak on the education of our young children of the kingdom. Perhaps I misunderstood?”

The buzzing and bubbling going through the court at his brother’s words had only dimmed to he slight degree as the king spoke, hoping for his brother to calm the coming chaos. The rage at his brother’s audacity was palpable. To mention—that name—after so long, after so much struggle removed it from the island chain. The repeated purges to remove it, ban it, punish people from using, worshiping that name, to say such a thing. Here. Not just in the King’s court but to hat King himself! It was beyond boldness or audacity. IT was madness. It approached a wish for death to speak that name here. No matter the wonders done in the Name.

“Patriarchus Invul” the King’s brother began, no one would acknowledge his choice to change his name but could not insult him by calling him by a name he himself had cast aside, so be became “King’s brother” (He chose Saul), “Please forgive my bold words. The subject remains as you remember. A Island hat comes from the ocean and is stone is a stronger foundation that lasts through the storms. An island of sand on a reef will be washed away and move easily sink in the saves, for nothing can have deep roots on such land.”

The king nodded his understanding of the point. The court was silent “This is part of the teaching. Our children cannot learn lasting things if what we have, if all we have to teach is a reef understand. How-“

The out burst from the court was violent and immediate. Despite the king’s shouts of order and silence. Invul was forced to watch his last living relative have his head caved in in one blow. What happed to his brother’s body after that the king refused to contemplate or reflect on. The blood never fully came out from the floor. Odd. Every other bloodstain did. In the years since his brother’s death, no matter what was done, even replacing the floor, the stain came back.