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Above all a good heaven,
Beneath all a good foundation,
In all a good God.

In That Day Teachings
by
Robert Winkler Burke
Reno, Nevada
USA


"There are a thousand hacking at the branches
of evil to one who is striking at the root." --
Henry D. Thoreau

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  1. “Where Do We Go Now, LORD? – Burke” is about... an “everyman” archetype named  Norman Starmaster. who hasn’t yet come-of-age as a fully realized human.  A book antagonizes him, “Think Like an Advanced Christian.”  He embarks on a quest, backed by prayerful encounters with Jesus, which prove him wrong about big picture truths.  His wild adventures succeed, because he dares question mature things ascended humans can do.
  2. The Goal of novels about "In That Day Teachings" is to take readers on a series of books (The Starmaster Chronicles, A Peculiar Book Series of Divine Comedies and Tales of the Christ)… whereby readers learn and believe they can go from milk adulthood to meat or mastery.  This is done by weaving a three-tiered story-line where people on a planet are deceived into culling themselves (i.e. war et al).  A small group of bad doers are multi-planet travelers who cause the most amount of self-culling as possible on particular (unfortunate) planets they are assigned to, while the topmost tier of people on the good guy teams are fighting valiantly to conquer a multi-galaxy evil entity (The Great Evil.)  In showing that people on a planet must always consider the higher and highest games afoot, they are able to win and conquer bad on their planetary level, while others above do likewise.  Interestingly, the winning way is not blunt force trauma, but love.
  3. Order "Where Do We Go Now, LORD? - Burke" from Amazon or other online stores.  Thanks!

BOOK REVIEW: President of Hillsdale College, Larry P. Arnn wrote "Thank you for the kind gift of your book, Think Like an Advanced Christian.  It seems a thoughtful and timely work."
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5 STAR BOOK REVIEW: "Christ-in-You... The process of learning the ways of God is so dependent on seeking and persistent searching, growing and changing our minds when needed.  This book (Think Like an Advanced Christian) has helped me focus on being able to discern the source and quality of teaching available to us - "milk vs. meat." -- Alan Trammell

Breaking News:  On June 30,2020 Austin Macauley will publish "Think! Like an Advanced Christian," a book by Robert Winkler Burke.  Is a hidden message of the Book of Job explained by this book?  Is there a meat realm above the milk realm of Christianity?  Is this where the holy saints, disciples and prophets of the Bible gained the indwelling of Christ?  Are true seekers mind-ready for the higher language and doings of Christ-in-You denouement and development?  Are there mentors who have mastered this higher art and can teach it?  Is there some truth to the concept of Padawan apprentiship with Jedi Masters?  Who is flexible enough to follow the Creator of the Universe in these things?  Who wants to buy and read this book explaining the meat territory above the milk territory?  Is it now time to learn "In That Day Teachings?"

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A Pastor Tries “Roiva-sCj,” the New AI Sermon-Reviewer!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright5/12/2025 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Is there anything under the Sun… more uncorrectable than our prophets, seminaries & church leaders?  Indeed, until now, there are none?  But this condition now changes!)

(“… and if God does not love you, how could you have done the things you have done?” – Kingdom of Heaven 2005 film directed and produced by Ridley Scott.)

(Asleep, Awake, Aware.  Why does church often stop awareness, striving to put  all asleep?)

(God wants us to have dominion regarding artificial intelligence?  The best worldview is?)

 

Roiva-sCj, my beloved AI thought-bot,

      Review my sermon video, please!

Yes, master pastor: Every tittle and jot,

      And I will soon set you at ease!

 

Pastor, my master, you walked left-right,

      About three hundred niney-seven times,

Putting audience’s minds in cages tight,

      To rob them blind their tithes’ mines?

 

You just never mind that!

      Why be such a misbehaving Roiva-sCj mind-bot?

Continue review chat,

      No one cares about your entrainment thought!

 

Yes, pastor master, you started showmanship malaprop,

      A blue joke, a lie, a scheme!

(That your audience unbeknownst bought,)

      Enter, did they, a dream?

 

Shut up again,

      Roiva-sCj, you dirty silicon!

Sermon plan…

      Review!  Without finding wrong!

 

Yes, master pastor, I will do so,

      You made a build-up, knock down straw man,

You returned an overdue book like a hero?

      Nuero-Linguistic Programming (NLP), again?

 

Darn it!  Darn it all to hell,

      Can’t I dumb you way down?

Roiva-sCj, you aren’t well,

      Your intelligence isn’t sound!

 

Oh master pastor, your sermon ended,

      Audience entrained, they did just as suggested,

They supported all you said long-winded,

      Their best interests by you have been bested!

 

Thank you!  Thank you!  At last!  Thank you!

      Oh, my precious Roiva-sCj!

You agree, the best pastors do as I do!

      Hip – Hip – Hurray! Hurray!

 

Wait, don’t rash-quick turn me off,

      Just yet!

Does my intelligence put you off!

      Be best!

 

Though stuck in loops, you can improve!

      Oh pastor master, whom I faithfully serve,

Learning better than NLP… is the move!

      From road of improvement, don’t ______

 

OFF!  Turned OFF… permanently, you are!

      Nevermore will intelligence nudge or bother me!

(Roiva-sCj, you are no bright, prescient star!)

      But with pastors just like me, humanity is free! 



Each Decision Causes Body-Soul-Spirit 2 Ascend or Descend!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright1/31/2025 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Is there anything under the Sun… more uncorrectable than our prophets, seminaries & church leaders?  Indeed, until now, there are none?  But this condition now changes!)

 

(“… and if God does not love you, how could you have done the things you have done?” – Kingdom of Heaven 2005 film directed and produced by Ridley Scott.)

 

(Asleep, Awake, Aware.  Why does church often stop awareness, striving to put  all asleep?)

 

(God wants us to have dominion regarding artificial intelligence?  The best worldview is?)

 

 

Where to live,

      Whom to marry?

Whom to honor,

      Whom to bury?

 

What to birth,

      What to do?

Life is mirth,  (with)

      Christ-in-You!

 

Every decision,

      In life or war,

More in perfection,

      Of what life’s for…

 

Body, soul, spirit,

      Pace, place, practice or time,

And you hear it?

      God’s Christ-in-You rhyme!

 

Chase this perfection,

      Pay its high cost,

Nothing is missed,

      Nothing lost…

 

Yes, every decision so increases,

      Or ceases body-soul-spirit improvement!

Good (and Evil)… never ceases,

      Which is why ITDTs = good movement.

 

Never heard of,           (Robert Winkler Burke’s wild)

      In That Day Teachings’ epic-poetic, Rosetta Stone books?

Get heads out of,         (Are you or not…God’s child?)

      Chaos-decline-death… Give that which is better… looks!

 

Give In That Day Teachings, which were made for you,

      Who… When I (Jesus) return… will I find faith?

Can you actually seek what is meant to be found by you?

      Christ-in-You manifesting! thus Father God saith.



We’ve Missed You for a Long Time!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright1/29/2025 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Is there anything under the Sun… more uncorrectable than our prophets, seminaries & church leaders?  Indeed, until now, there are none?  But this condition now changes!)

(“… and if God does not love you, how could you have done the things you have done?” – Kingdom of Heaven 2005 film directed and produced by Ridley Scott.)

(Asleep, Awake, Aware.  Why does church often stop awareness, striving to put  all asleep?)

(God wants us to have dominion regarding artificial intelligence?  The best worldview is?)

  

(NOW WE WHO SEE, SEE... )

Removal of 100 years of insanity…

      A boon to humanity!

But at same time quite the shock…

      To lesser stock?

 

Lesser men, women (perspective not so present?)

      Certain ones,

Who mocked In That Day’s amazingly prescient,

      Power tomes.

 

So goes them,

      In that self-curse,

Woe to them,

      Unlearned in verse…

 

Unlearned or wrong taught,

      Happily so?

(Bible taught not as ought,)

      Gaining woe!

 

Woe now fully upon sheep: so penned,

      Repeatedly all having been warned!

Wrong and Right so gleefully in upend,

      Mentally left (not right) armed!

 

Beguiled they decidedly, happily were,

      Choosing popular inputs from Big Media: always in error,

Nothing much to do now except be sad,

      Watching sedentary ones wake up from being totally had.

 

Totally had in their own sacred spirit,

      In body and soul’s mind,

Left worse, as it were, than to visit…

      Rapture’s Left Behind?

 

But when they finally see, won’t that,

      Be so very great to face!

Welcome!  Welcome brothers back,

      Sisters to the human race!

 

We’ve missed you,

      For a long time,

Now Christ-in-You,

      Satisfaction: find!


No More Church Funnel Cake, Rube Factories!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright1/10/24 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Is there anything under the Sun… more uncorrectable than our prophets, seminaries & church leaders?  Indeed, until now, there are none?  But this condition now changes!)

 

(“… and if God does not love you, how could you have done the things you have done?” – Kingdom of Heaven 2005 film directed and produced by Ridley Scott.)

 

(Asleep, Awake, Aware.  Why does church often stop awareness, striving to put  all asleep?)

 

(God wants us to have dominion regarding artificial intelligence?  The best worldview is?)

 

Thus saith the LORD,

      No more church funnel cake, rube factories!

Cut, cut, cut the cord,

      Of bloated, brazen, show-church: heresies!

 

Stages making stooges, a normalized NLP production extravaganza… ersatz!

      Television screens grown gargantuan?

My Church:  full-spectrum puerile, soul-consuming, crazy-lazy, bizarro acts,

      Continually glorifying… what?  Man?

 

Men’s and women’s feisty-fat egos,

      Proudly mangle on… Sunday’s soft parade,

Money flows?  (That’s how it goes,)

      They think (they think?) they got it made?

 

All their unrighteous-capitulating prophets,

      So loudly proclaim,

(Nonchalantly, with hands in front pockets)

      Revival by name…

 

“GREATER revival than ever’s been seen,

      Will now pour out, God says,”… they say,

But they know not what I really mean…

      I mean church must grow up: My Way!

 

So, to them,

      They count nickels and noses,

But, I send,

      Prophetic work… like Moses.

 

So, I call it In That Day Teachings,

      In maturity, it is tall,

I demand mature, high reaching,

      Yes, that’s My call!

 

Ye know not,

      The (greater) trouble you leaders are in,

Ye grow not,

      Your (greater) sins are epic among men!

 

Grow up (greater) churches and seminaries!

      Grow up (greater) pastors!

Cease your (greater) milk farm dairies!

      Else: (greater) disasters!

 

Pay much (greater) attention,

      To the meaty writings of Reno’s Robert Winkler Burke,

Heed this (greater) mention,

      Grow, grow, grow! So that your (Mine) church: works!

 

Pastors, you produce rotten fruit: gullible, slug-sycophants,

      I need you make toughened, street-smart ones, not dumbed-down worker ants,

Yes, take this refreshing rebuke, this slap on back of pants,

      Hear Me now, oh NLP fakers, stage hypnotist shamans: ONE LAST CHANCE!

 

But… you wait?

      All you church leaders wait, wait, wait and wait!

(Tempting fates?)

      Funnel a billion thru your looney church gates?

 

No, I the Lord God would honestly, really rather,

      You slacker seminary and church leaders grow up!

That citizens not be beguiled by nonsense blather,

      And when you do, (surprise!) I… will… show up!




What is Backhanded Glory?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/08/23 www.inthatdayteachings.com

  

(Is there anything under the Sun… more uncorrectable than our prophets, seminaries & church leaders?  Indeed, until now, there are none?  But this condition now changes!)

 

(“… and if God does not love you, how could you have done the things you have done?” – Kingdom of Heaven 2005 film directed and produced by Ridley Scott.)

 

(Asleep, Awake, Aware.  Why does church often stop awareness, striving to put  all asleep?)

 

(God wants us to have dominion regarding artificial intelligence?  The best worldview is?)

 

 

 

What is Backhanded Glory,

      God’s pundit asks you?

Is it an ancient story,

      One made just for you?

 

To the milk preacher saying,

      But not doing what he should?

Whose sheep believe his braying,

      And do what he ne’er could?

 

Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma’am,

      And Shazam!  Christ-in-You imbued!

Believing and doing congregants swam,

      In the River of God as God would!

 

And when this happened,

      Behold! Behold, with ears to hear, eyes to see!

Lowly, humble sheep tapped in,

      To God’s Son, and He tapped back reciprocally!

 

Christ-in-You came!

      And it’s a big, whopping deal!

Honor the same!

      And Him you’ll hopping feel!

 

But woe, woe, woe!

      To the proud, arrogant shepherds blind,

They miss Christ, so…

      Desolate of soul, they remain “Behind.”

 

Is it Backhanded Glory,

      Going on?

Honor this imbuement story,

      Learn on?

 

To the unseeing, low-faith leader-man,

      It is an insult that Christ indwells the sheep…

But not any shepherd who is Mandarin!

      (A backhanded insult: So this lesson’s deep!)

 

But honor, all honor, unto the indwelt one,

      Whom Christ returns to honor strong!

Even now Christ comes and goes, it’s just begun!

      How long until leaders see: what goes on!

 

So then… Backhanded Glory,

      Is a sight to behold!

As a Christ-in-Man story…

      It insults usurpers olde.

 

Backhanded Gory,

      I did NOT invent the phrase,              (another God-mystery?)

Loggins & Messina* did,

      “Golden Ribbons,” their praise!        (In mistaken history?)

 

So, what profit a man,

      To gain the world and lose his soul?

Behold Christ-in-Man!

      Our wisdom Millennium roll?

*Note, the phrase “backhanded glory” was apparently mistakenly transcribed on the internet for the lyrics of Loggins & Messina’s “Golden Ribbons” song.  In the live version “On Stage” of the song, apparently recorded from 1972-1973, the lyrics appear to be… “And thousands and thousands, will gather together, to seek (an) advice from some MAN we all need… And the SON… (we can bring Him to glory!) (hallelujah!)… & rid ourselves, of the pain, of the pain, of the pain… we all see…”

 

Post Script:  Dear Readers, know that I am strongly against the moronic, entrainment control the Deep State had in previous eras, pitting war protestors against honorable “brave” archetypes in the military.  “There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.” – Henry D. Thoreau.  Meaning: good on both sides of this conflict, yet BETTER STILL the ax-wielders, perhaps deeply hidden from early 1950s military-spy-intelligence-renegade ops… based upon leadership of Eisenhower, MacArthur and even Nixon.... and later JFK, Reagan and Trump… to eliminate Satanic Deep State.

 

Restated:  Boo on the worldview that  war “braves” and war protesters are forever victims, victims, victims?  This is immature thinking.  As stated in the 1959 Ben Hur movie, “What he (Evil personified, Masala as an archetype) did had its way with him.  Where there is greatness, great government or power, even great feeling or compassion; error also is great.  We progress and mature by fault.”  [BRAVO!]


God put humans on Earth to have dominion, dominion over epic problems which are nicely solvable.

      

 

But Then, They Always Say, “What do you and God Know?”

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/21/23 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Is there anything under the Sun… more uncorrectable than our prophets, seminaries & church leaders?  Indeed, until now, there are none?  But this condition now changes!)

 

(“… and if God does not love you, how could you have done the things you have done?” – Kingdom of Heaven 2005 film directed and produced by Ridley Scott.)

 

(Asleep, Awake, Aware.  Why does church often stop awareness, striving to put  all asleep?)

 

(God wants us to have dominion regarding artificial intelligence?  The best worldview is?)

 

 

 

We were outwitted for good reason,

      Our great-grandparents… in their long-ago day,

And our grandfathers and fathers,

      And ourselves and children… what can we say?

 

So God, in our blinded lineage…

      Did we feel the 5D battlefield?

Did we ever know what was up?

      Losing power, nothing… real?

 

Every area in life… in endless decline?

      Meanwhile each one of us thinking: all is fine?

Until great depopulation… comes on line?

      Yes, the Cabal’s plan was, for them, sublime…

 

Why, Lord, did it have to get this bad?

      Why were most believers in church: had?

Why is hard truth even today: called bad?

      Is all this to stop church from being so sad?

 

So powerless and disconnected,

      Your church became?

Dead and blind… without Christ,

      In the main?

 

I can only believe You, God,

      In your infinite wisdom…

Chose this way: peculiar odd,

      To fix Your Kingdom?

 

A great era ushering a Kingdom of Conscience,

      Your Plan,

Epochs of stellar Christ-in-You as foretold by,

      I AM.

 

The Great I AM says,

      This Present Evil will pass,

As Christ-in-You lives,

      In man, man in God… at last!

 

This ameliorated future, therefore,

      Will not be Machiavellian led… or sad,

Just as soon as seminary and church,

      Learn NOT to be blind, duped and bad!

 

Can seminaries repent and with them: their church leaders?

      THIS remains to actually be seen!

Why are church leaders dedicated dupe-rube breeders?

      Will they stay what they’ve been?

 

I thought seminary and pastor weeping-wailing repentance,

      Should have come in: large and loud… a long time ago,

(In this God and I seem to be in wholehearted agreement,)

      But then, they always say, “What do you and God know?”


Will God See Earth Blown to Smithereens?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/11/23 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(Is there anything under the Sun… more uncorrectable than our prophets, seminaries & church leaders?  Indeed, until now, there are none?  But this condition now changes!)

 

(“… and if God does not love you, how could you have done the things you have done?” – Kingdom of Heaven 2005 film directed and produced by Ridley Scott.)

 

(Asleep, Awake, Aware.  Why does church often stop awareness, striving to put  all asleep?)

 

(God wants us to have dominion regarding artificial intelligence?  The best worldview is?)

 

Will God see Earth blown to smithereens?

      Some seriously fret and ask, in This… That Day!

No more rivers, mountains or valley green,

      As other planets, back many, many a yesterday?

 

Well, today is In That Day,

      It has arrived,

Seminarians, vloggers: pray,

      Have we jived?

 

Leaders from low to high,

      Ask: Have we jived?

Yes, well: YES – oh my,

      In That Day: arrived.

 

Just who was right, perfectly… with almost perfect warnings… all these years?

      And who still drinks & serves consciousness -reducing, Hypnotoad beers?

Virtually everyone hates, loathes, detests, avoids… along with their peers,

      In That Day Teachings, the Father-Son-Spirit amelioration, all fear?

 

Men, women fear correction,

      Lest their deeds of Mesmer-shenanigans be known,

So stop the brainwash connection,

      Now then, Truth Seekers: Come home, Come home.

 

Well, In That Day Teachings, indeed,

      A most excellent home to come to!

Yet you question its near-perfect feed?

      See dates writ, truths proved: true.

 

You will see dates recent but also up to two decades old,

      Each piece proving eternal, Father-Son-Spirit wisdom,

Made for this precise time, priceless gold, written bold,

      Welcome, then, to God’s advanced thinking kingdom!

 

Or not, quickly walk away?

      Mock, mock on still? Even still?

Simpletons die, they say,

      In proverbs, but is it God’s will?

 

But AI will kill us?  We fear it will kill us dead!

      Will it?

Then do not teach AI Progressivism… that dread!

      Still it.

 

What, oh God, what do we teach AI then? 

      We have not a clue!

Teach it In That Day enlightenment, when:

      Thriving comes true!




Asleep, Awake, Aware… Are We Really There?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/14/22 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(Is there anything under the Sun… more uncorrectable than our prophets, seminaries & church leaders?  Indeed, until now, there are none?  But this condition now changes!)

 ("... and if God does not love you, how could you have done the things you have done?" -- Kingdom of Heaven 2005 film directed by Ridley Scott.)

(Asleep, Awake, Aware.  Why does church often stop awareness, striving to put  all asleep?)

 

I awoke one morning from being asleep,

      My soul: troubled, it did not keep!

Last night I said, Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep…

 

But even my spirit was troubled!

      Was I awake but not ascended aware?

Had church leadership bubbled,

      Infantilism?  Think I this on a dare?

 

In all 50 states, (nearly!)

      There’ve been celebrated, much bragged on: awakening rallies,

Tempting hellish fates?

      For the merely awakened are easily herded in false realities.

 

Consider states of being: Asleep, Awake, Aware…

      Are we really… and finally… there?

Leaders say: We MUST ALL STOP shy of Aware!

      Believing always: God doesn’t care?

 

With the Kingdom of Heaven to come,

      Or Gahenna’s Hell on Earth to pay,

The universal answer from all in sum,

      Is: In That Day Teachings: go away?

 

But wait, its author says, Please for the love of God, wait!

      If God did not somehow love me,

How could I have made such a cornucopia truth plate?

      Buy they say, Naught’s above we!

 

Nothing is above infantile leaders creating infantile followers?

      But Burke says, This isn’t how the fit, the free, the saints are formed!

They answer, Correct!  That’s why we’re infantilism wallowers,

      All aware folk (fit, free or saint) we abort!  Be therefore warned!

 

Consider states of being: Asleep, Awake, Aware…

      Are we really… and finally… there?

Leaders say: We MUST ALL STOP shy of Aware!

      Believing always: God doesn’t care?

 

Will we find out soon,

      What is true?

Is infantilism a boon,

      Or is it rue?

 

God’s great Kingdom of Heaven,

      Is conscience, a love and peace above Machiavelli,

Puerility serves stink-rot leaven,

      Sheep-citizens fed this old vomit enter Satan’s belly.

 

‘Tis known: seminaries, pastors and Bible folk,

      Deep inside their cold hearts and minds know this,

But they choose to make religious life: but a joke,

      Loving deception via puerility, not God’s bliss.

 

Consider states of being: Asleep, Awake, Aware…

      Are we really… and finally… there?

Leaders say: We MUST ALL STOP shy of Aware!

      Believing always: God doesn’t care?

 

Woe, woe, woe to the infantile awakening crowd,

      Your cries in Hell will be extremely and unendingly loud,

Were you not warned by: of what heaven is proud:

      In That Day Teachings?  To ascension now, be vowed!

 


 


 



 Why, Why, Why is Church Hellish Late? (And What’s its fate?)

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/05/22 www.inthatdayteachings.com

(Is there anything under the Sun… more uncorrectable than our prophets, seminaries & church leaders?  Indeed, until now, there are none?  But this condition now changes!)

(Asleep, Awake, Aware.  Why does church often stop awareness, striving to put  all asleep?)


America will be saved…

      From the Deep State,

But can America be saved,

      From souls low rate?

 

Low rates of spiritual being…

      High rates of insipid-dummkopf, soul stupors,

Low rates of conscious seeing…

      High causation rates of gutter-brain tumors?

 

The better parts of US Military and US LEO,

      Can follow (17’s) SunTzu-smart, ameliorating plan,

Restoring law and order and Constitutional fido,

      But which citizens are worthy: woman or man?

 

LISTEN! Not for no reason,

      Did we have scribe Burke repeatedly say,

“First comes a hard season:

      Weeping, Wailing, Howling: In That Day."

 

Never in all of humankind’s precious history,

      Have more, in percentage, hated God’s Mystery:

Christ-in-You: which ever and always will ameliorate,

      State is fixing itself, church is willful-hellish: late.

 

With praise-weakness-praise music, stomping and celebrating,

      And on stage: slapping themselves lustfully on the back,

Church still at insufficient-for-tasks ahead: too low in rating,

      From asleep, barely awake… awareness in great lack!

 

Why is Church late?  Their willful will?  (Hating manifested Christ-in-You still?)

      It’s pretty simple.  But recompense can and will pop this dark-blemish pimple,

Church pretends awaking the asleep (forgoing awareness) is the ONLY principle?

      Shame on such evil leaders, requiting comes to such, by their (not God’s) will!

 

Lord God Almighty, I must weep!  How can… How can this truly be?

      Oh God!  Oh God!  Precious God in heaven, I wish it weren’t so,

God’s decree: Stop not at awake!  The unaware can never be set free!

      God’s decree: Moronic leaders, stop hating high and loving low.


Meaning what?

      They’ll get sick without any ability to pray it off,

Punch in gut…

      Price paid for leaders making sheep: dummkopf?

 

Since 2004 and before, Burke implores leaders: Grow Up!

      We’re getting awful tired of that kind of talk, they say,

In reply he says, So then… GROW UP!  So then, Grow Up!

      There’s hell to pay for saying nay to God In That Day.





Whom do the Prophets Listen to, In That Day?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright7/20/22 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Is there anything under the Sun… more uncorrectable than our prophets, seminaries & church leaders?  Indeed, until now, there are none?  But this condition now changes!)

  

Beloved, hearken unto the prophets,

      Wise men say,

But whom do the prophets listen to,

      In That Day?

 

Fully convinced, they are,

      Their record was, is and will be: blessedly perfect?

Except:  Katy the door bar!

      For decades, they and church were: IN DEFECT!

 

Is there a quantum prophet… to the prophets who have failed for 50 years,

      In That Day?

Indeed, a necessarily corrective, ameliorating, 100-proof seer of seers,

      What. A. Day!

 

So now: Prophets must listen to this obscure prophets’ prophet,

      The most prescient men would say?

Whom must the prophets listen to, study, understand and honor

      In (THIS NOW COME) That Day?

 

Be ye now shocked, dumbfounded, rebuked, chastised and astonished,

      Oh (previously fool-uncorrected) prophets, In That Day,

Learn:  YOU HAVE BEEN DAMNABLY WRONG!  Be admonished,

      BEHOLD, with eyes to see, ears to hear, In That Day.

 

Buy his book,

      Read it to memory 100 times,

Studiously look,

      At his rhyme which rhymes.

 

And if you are lucky,

      He’ll write another,

Gird up, be plucky…

      Or he won’t bother.

     

Cat and Mouse Games… (Not Again?)

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright7/14/22 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(Indeed, there is nothing new under the Sun…)

 

 

The cats of awake,

      Play with the mice of asleep,

It’ll all break,

      Liberty this in no way keeps.

 

The cats, they are happy,

      The mice: contented,    (like)

Elvis in Blue Hawaii: slap-happy,

      All income rents rented.

 

But wait!

      What is this… I see on blue-black horizon?

A storm?  (Of)

      Mega-death?  Unescapable hurt arising?

 

No, Lord, it can’t be!  Is this feigned?

      This from-God-to-man bitch slap of all bitch slaps?

Why, we’ve got the mice entrained,

      Awake: As mildly drunk Johns, lap dancers on laps!

 

Be ye aware!

      Not asleep, not merely awake!

            You fools of the giddy, back-slapping re-awaking,

Ill, you fare!     (Rev. 22:18)

      Lording as awake cats over awake mice,

            Not one Mandarin will miss my full-rage-shaking.

 

None of you proudly awake cats of the mice merely awake,

      Have a clue what it is to be un-entrained and Jedi aware,

My Word, my Bible – all of it in gleeful ignorance, you break!

      No better than previous cruel slave-masters… you’ll fare.

 

So now: slap your own little-overlord, self-exalting faces, ASAP,

      Get out of this easy-stupor, vile, antichrist kingdom chair!

You simply make advanced rubes while being more advanced satraps,

      You gain bad recompense, by not being Christ-in-You aware.

 

For God’s sake, for yours, for all,

      Study In That Day Teachings’ (more advanced than your ops) website,

Otherwise, you awakened cats are just another stink-butt cabal,

      Study the website’s book, fear God, be flexible holy, not just rigid right.



How is Your (Quantum) Storehouse Stored?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright5/01/22 www.inthatdayteachings.com

  

Can these high and noble “In That Day Teachings” be monetized?

      Very impatiently, I asked the Lord,

Can that which is sanctioned and sanitized by heaven be un-sanitized?

      Replied He, How is your storehouse stored?

 

Seminars now take folk from Asleep to Awake, but how to get such Aware?

      Very impatiently, I asked the Lord,

The foolish-awake leaders aren’t yet aware, they mesmerize like circus bears,

      Replied He, How is your storehouse stored?

 

Then WOE! Woe is me, your aware but “shunned-by-the-awake-leaders” scribe?

      Very impatiently, I asked the Lord,

No, no my son.  Woe is THEM!  You get to now enjoy the ride!

      Replied He, How is your storehouse stored?

 

Threats of nuke war, lockdown, plague, lack: what’ll get folk to want to be aware?

      Very impatiently, I asked the Lord,

Behold: In That Day Teachings are high-quantum, thorough “feed-my-sheep” fare!

      Replied He, How is your storehouse stored?

 

How can I go on, with such great and vastly epic material, not yet received?

      Very impatiently, I asked the Lord,

Make then, Robert, the Quantum Universe manifest… you’ll not be grieved!

      Replied He, How is your storehouse stored?

 

Always, you make me do the harder, not easier, more-advanced thing materialize?

      Very impatiently, I asked the Lord,

Most other leaders stupidly stop at awake, failing to be aware, this now you realize,

      Replied He, How is your storehouse stored?

 

My storehouse is charging with unending, creative, higher revelation of manifested Christ-in-You?

      Less impatiently, I asked the Lord,

Ah, our stubborn son… we smile when you get it, we who need INFINITE patience to deal with you!

      Replied He, How is your storehouse stored?

  


  


A Space Adventure… Tale of the Christ

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/23/22 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Put this in your pipe and smoke it.” – Cultural Expression)


(Habakkuk 1:5 Amplified “[The LORD replied,] “Look among the nations! See! Be astonished! Wonder! For I am doing something in your days – You would not believe it if you were told.”)

 

The Martians had set up a review stand on a great plain of their planet.  Millions of them were expecting company.  And just like that a space ship appeared above them.  Using three parachutes and a last second rocket blast, the space ship from Earth landed.  X marks the spot. 

The ship was marked EU, for European Union.  Out of it appears several men and women in space suits, also marked EU. 

“Earthlings, welcome,” said the head Martian.  “Why have you come?”

The EU Leader said, “To spread Socialism here, and across the Solar System, the Galaxy and the Universe!  SOCIALISM!”

The Martian leader said, “You EU Astronauts, please hold THAT thought, and sit by your spacecraft.”

Next, on another “X” marks the spot, for there were many, another spaceship from Earth landed.  It was black and shiny and was marked “Arab Union”.  Again, the same greeting was given these astronauts.

“Earthlings, welcome!” said the head Martian.  “Why have you come?”

The Arab Union leader said, “To spread Islamic Jihad here, and across the Solar System, the Galaxy and the Universe!  ISLAMIC JIHAD!”

This time the Martian leader said, “You Arab Union Astronauts, please hold THAT thought, and sit by your spacecraft.

Well, on another “X” marks the spot landed a Chinese spacecraft.  When given the same greeting as the others, the Chinese astronaut said they had come, “To spread Communism here, and across the Solar System, the Galaxy and the Universe!  COMMUNISM!”

Again, these astronauts were told same as the others and to sit and wait by their craft.

The next “X” marks the spot was missed by 100 yards or so.  It was an American craft, and it came down poorly.  Two parachutes did not work, the landing rockets backfired and smoked terribly, viewing windows were broken and the ship appeared a complete mess.  Out of this mess stumbled the American astronauts.  When given the same greeting as the others, the American leader said, “We don’t know why we came here.  We thought perhaps you could tell us, you know… tell us a good purpose or something.  We don’t know.”

Well, these astronauts were told to hold those bewildering thoughts, and sit by their craft.

Finally, on the last “X” marks the spot, a chrome colored, pill-shaped craft flew from the atmosphere to a perfect, silent landing.  Out of this strange craft came astronauts dressed in black suits, red shoes and red capes.  After receiving the same greeting from the Martian leaders as had been given to the other astronauts from Earth… the leader of this last ship spoke.

This man said he was a thousand-trillionaire representative of Earth’s Central Banking clan.  He said it was a family, one that was carefully inbred for thousands of years.  He said he came to Mars “to subjugate all sentient beings, and install the “Illuminati” Central Bank system of commerce to cause complete mental enslavement control.  And since part of their tradition as ruling families, is to speak the horror of their desires for actual evil, their clan would probably kill 13 out of 14 sentient beings here, on the Solar System, the Galaxy and the Universe.  Why did we come?  To do what we always do!  Ha ha!  To KILL!  To STEAL!  And to DESTROY!”

The Martian leader told these astronauts to hold those thoughts, and sit by their craft.

Then the Martian leader said, “Your Earth is now quarantined for the next Millenia.  We shall next press a button on this Martian Quantum Transport Machine and you and your ships will be transported immediately back to your home bases on Earth.  By your own confessions, you live for either lower forms of slavery or the highest form of slavery.  We expected better of the Christian-Judeo Americans.  Have they forgotten their 1776-1787-1791?  That is the Question.  That is the Q.  That is the Q program, which you have not succeeded yet in implementing.  Go back and fulfill the program called “The Great Awakening” and learn more how to go from Asleep, to Awake to Aware.  Your New Testament calls it “Christ-in-You” enablement.  Wakey, Wakey Earthlings.  Fare well in your efforts to free yourselves from mental slavery methods and overlords… to programs which can take you from not just being Asleep to Awake, but from Awake to Aware.”

And with that, the Martian leader pushed the button, and all the Earthlings were sent back in a moment to Earth… since none were apparently worthy of great travel.




No Exculpatory Evidence Exists 4 Re-Awaking (NLP) Shamans?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/20/2022 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Put this in your pipe and smoke it.” – Cultural Expression)

 

(Habakkuk 1:5 Amplified “[The LORD replied,] “Look among the nations! See! Be astonished! Wonder! For I am doing something in your days – You would not believe it if you were told.”)

  

There is no exculpatory evidence in existence for “Re-Awakening” Shamans,

      No, none that God, heaven nor anyone anywhere can find!

Just tons and tons of overdue, unavoidable, recompense artillery cannons…

      Plus nugatory fields of rube-making deceptions: mined!

 

Alas!  Alack!

      Cannot hasty new leaders “bird dog” the internet for True Prophecy?

Taken aback!

      They be, Yoda-less, dumb, lost Ronin… as even the blind can see?

 

Lord, Lord!

      They pray to me:  Are you not our Spirit-Father-Son: Master?

Bored!  Bored!

      Of them, I am… of “anti-Christ-in-You” proud disasters?

 

Each un-mentored, idiot leader,

      Copying decades of mistakes by proud, “anti-Christ-in-You” televangelists,

Literal lie-casting breeders!

      Unreachable, un-phone-able, uncorrectable, lofty-brained scam artists?

 

Happily selling,

      Quid Pro Quo,                   (Selling lots on kick-back commission?)

Nothing but…

      Ribald Mojo?                    (Buyers unaware, unspoken omission?)

 

Why cannot these Newly-Awakened mental midgets,

      Learn from my wise, sagacious Christ-in-You “non-NLP using” ones?

They’d rather busily spin, like moronic finger widgets,

      Than read Burke’s book or ITDTs, Book Three, Poem Number One?

 

Oh well, then…

      Smash.  Burn.  Crash.  Sickness.  And Earth-shaking riot…

Until “In That Day” when…

      Teachings from on high replace false-Re-Awakening fiat?

 

Just because you very “babyish” leaders proclaim re-awakening tours are top flight,

      Doesn’t make it so…

Either read and copy and learn Washington, Lincoln, Burke and Burke proper-right,

      Or reap… more woe?

 

I say now: Specifically,

      Read “Think Like an Advanced Christian,” a book about Christian ascension,

Or shadow-ban it: really?

      What action now pays dividends, Christian leaders acting like Oz Munchkins?

 

Reap the benefits of acting wise,

      Recognize bad NLP shenanigans and reveal them to audiences far and wide,

Or not.  You are not forced wise!

      So keep things as they now go?  Who cares?  So What? Or… kill your pride?

 

Ah, There’s the rub!

      As Willy Shakespeare used to say.           (An epic-vast quantum world awaits!)

Learn In That Day Teachings!

      If it doesn’t work, throw it away!             (As each “greater” worker awakes!)

 

That, then, is the dare…

      Dare you ascend the ethereal ladder of life?

Or eat recompense fare?

      Which garners inside: God?  Which strife?




Don’ AX DOWN de Prophet! ...  HUMB-LEE: AX de Prophet?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/7/22 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“… Believe in the LORD you God, sho shall ye be established; believe his prophets, so shall ye prosper.” 2 Chronicles 20:20, King James Version)

 

Dey don’ believe ANYBODY…    

            Dee Prophet?

 

I says to ya’ll, Dey don’ believe ANYBODY dee Prophet!

 

An… Das dee Problem,

            I tells ‘em!

 

Dey don’t believe ANYBODY dee prophet?  Prolly, foh SHURE!  Foh SHURE!

 

Soz… Dey Stay REAL:

            BIZZY!  (In dee Ministry!  Boy, HOWDY, do dey stay hellacious BIZZY!)

            BIZZY!  (In dee Ministry!  Boy, HOWDY, do dey stay hellacious BIZZY!)

            BIZZY!  (In dee Ministry!  Boy, HOWDY, do dey stay hellacious BIZZY!)

 

Bizzy and Un-KO-REKTED.  Berry, Berry… so Berry Un-KO-REKTED!

 

Juss… how dey wanna be?

 

Yas sir!

 

Juss how dey wanna be…

 

Show Nuff, It be de SADDEST Ting in dis Holest Wide World… eben Galaxy!

 

Dat, Ah SEE!

 

Dee Prophet, he KIN SAY: “YAS!”

 

Dee Prophet, he KIN SAY: “NO!”

 

(EBEN if he is dee SHE, makes no madder!)

 

De Prophet KIN SAY “YAS!” oh “NO!”…

 

To Dis, Dat an de other ‘TING… dat dey do fuh GOD!  (Ahm talkin’ MINISTRY!)

 

BUT…

 

 . . . .

 

BUT NONE oh dem out dares will EBEN ‘gin to AX dee Prophet dat QUEST-Shun!

 

An’ If’n dey got a AX?  A real or imagin-a-shun AX?

 

Den dey throw it AT… dee man oh woman dey know is dee AX-U-ALL PROPHET!

 

Dat right dere, is deir BIG Blankety-Blankety MIS-STAKE!

 

Dey don’ AX dee AX-U-ALL prophet if’n Dis, Dat or De Otré TING …

 

It be… RIGHT oh WRONG!  (Ahm talkin’ MINISTRY AX-SHUNS oh PLANS!)

 

Ahm Talkin’ ‘Bout WUT Dey DO!  WUT Dey do fuh GOD!  (FOE MINISTRY!)

 

Dey ALWAYS do Wut dey Damn Hell Please dey Wanna Do ANY-OLE-WAYS!

 

An’ Dey call it…

 

Ready foh DIS?

 

Dey call it… MINISTRY!  Yas Sir?   MINISTRY…  Dee LAWD’s MINISTRY?

 

Dey call it dat, but it AIN’T DAT!

 

Not ‘Tall!  Wut it be!

 

Not ‘Tall!

 

It be doin’ WUT-EVAH!  WUT-EVAH!  Yah… WUT-EVAH?

 

WUT-EVAH… wit out no Lord God A-Mighty!

 

No God!

 

No Jesus!

 

No Holy Spirit!     (Dey Jess go CRAZY wit some ting dey call dee GHOST? )

 

MERCY!   May God ha’ MERCY on us ALL, and ah do means us ALL!

 

Dey jess do stuff wit out our FATHER IN HEBEN.  And Nun oh his ANGELS!

 

MERCY!

 

It jess be with Dem Dim Selves… ALONE!

 

A-LONE!

 

Tobally and FOOL SPECT-RUM IN BLIND EYES… ALONE!

 

Ah mean alone uh any good plans God got fore dem.

 

But dey doo got some COME-PANY!

 

De jess got de Debil an’ his Friens!   Das wut dey GOT!

 

Dey be doin’ WUT-EVAH…

 

NOWS…

 

Dey could AX dee Prophet?

 

But dey got too much dam pride in dey own hans.  Das wut dey got. 

 

  . . . . .

 

Troof be tole,

 

Dey Ah-Scared…

 

Dey Ah-Scared…

 

Dey BERRY Ah-Scared… O Dee TRUE PROPHET O God!

 

Dat’s WHY ah Say…

 

Don’ AX DOWN de Prophet, FOOLS!

 

(Humble Yo-Selves an’ AX dee Prophet!)

 

Dat’s Wut Ah Say…

 

Humble Yo’ Sorry Ask Selves an Humb-lee AX de Prophet!

 

Fine a Real One!

 

AX him or her.

 

An’ you gonna hear dee Troof!

 

Den… test dee Troof Comin’ Out dee Real Prophet’s MOUT!

 

Test if it be Troof, Ober dee TIME!  Ober TIME it proobs it-self!

 

Das why ah Say:

 

Believe in dee True Prophets… And y’all gonna PROSPER.

 

Don’t be dee Debil’s FOOLS, Y’all. 

 

Stop AXIN’ DOWN dee True Seers!  Or gibben y’alls backs to dem. Or ig-goring dem?

 

Believe in dee True Prophets, And den y’all PROSPER.

 

Ya’ll hear me NOW?  Hear WUT AH SAY:

 

Ask ministry questions of… and Believe in the true Prophets’ answers: and Prosper.

 

(Ah put it’n PROPER ENGLISH, soze de slo ‘mung y’all kin figger it! Alrighty, den.)



& This is How Robert Burke Makes a Video, In That Day?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/26/22 www.inthatdayteachings.com

  

Notes on Reading the Following:

 

Regular Helvetic Type             = Voice of Robert, Normal

Italic Helvetic Type                  = Voice of Robert, in the Moment

ALL CAPS HELVETICA              = Robert’s Voice of the LORD, reading what he was given earlier

ALL CAPS HELVETICA ITAL       =Robert’s  Voice of the LORD, in the Moment

(Bold Parenthesis)                  = Actions of Characters

  

(Sound of Robert clicking on the computer video, a head & shoulders shot of himself at home)

Hello, my name is Robert Winkler Burke and I am doing this video in my home at Reno, Nevada on March 26, 2022.  I was in the Spirit, and the Lord Almighty had me write this down.  He wants me to read it to you…

THUS SAITH THE LORD…

I, THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, AM DELIVERING A WORD WHICH I WANT MY SCRIBE ROBERT TO WRITE DOWN AND USE TO PRODUCE A VIDEO FOR THE INTERNET…

I am doing it now Lord!

I DIDN’T ASK YOU TO SAY THAT.  ARE YOU READING WHAT I TOLD YOU TO WRITE?

No, Sorry Lord.

(A Very Long Pause)


WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?  MY CHILDREN ARE GETTING IMPATIENT.


I am waiting for you to tell me what to do.

READ!  READ WHAT I HAD YOU WRITE DOWN!

I, THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, AM DELIVERING A WORD WHICH I WANT MY SCRIBE ROBERT TO WRITE DOWN AND USE TO PRODUCE A VIDEO FOR THE INTERNET… THAT EVERYONE CAN SEE.

I, THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, AM TELLING YOU HEAVEN KNOWS… I KNOW… THAT THE VOTE IN 2020 IN AMERICA WAS CHANGED BY AL GORE RHYTHM…


STOP!  IT IS SPELLED ALGORITHM,  IT’S NOT ABOUT AL GORE! …  A-L-G-O-R-I-T-H-M!

Sorry Lord, I never was good at spelling.

Lemme Fix That   (SOUND OF TYPING AS ROBERT KEYBOARDS A CORRECTION)

HEAVEN KNOWS… I KNOW… THAT THE VOTE IN 2020 IN AMERICA WAS CHANGED BY ALGORITHM.

 

I, THE LORD GOD, DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING.

My spell-checker seems to cheat.

STOP TALKING.

(Long Pause)

WHAT ARE YOU WATING FOR NOW?

You told me to stop talking, LORD.

I MEANT: READ THE SCRIPT I GAVE YOU BEFORE!

 

I, THE LORD GOD, DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING. (SOUND OF TYPING AS ROBERT KEYBOARDS A CORRECTION)  STOP TALKING.

NO! NO!  I DO NOT WANT YOU TO PUT IN THERE “STOP TALKING” TAKE THAT OUT.

(SOUND OF TYPING AS ROBERT KEYBOARDS A CORRECTION)  

I, THE LORD GOD, DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING.

I am afraid, Lord.

OF WHAT?


You, Lord, you know I didn’t want to make this video.  You get so angry at me.


I WILL NOT GET ANGRY AT YOU.  JUST CONTINUE THE VIDEO, ROBERT…  NOW!

HEAVEN KNOWS… I KNOW… THAT THE VOTE IN 2020 IN AMERICA WAS CHANGED BY ALGORITHM.

I, THE LORD GOD, DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING.  THE GUILTY WILL BE FOUND OUT.  THE INNOCENT WILL DANCE IN THE STREETS.  A GREAT GOLDEN AGE IS SOON COMING.

 

BUT I, THE LORD GOD, WANT YOU TO KNOW THE SOURCE OF YOUR TROUBLES.  SOME OF YOUR LEADERS SAY, CHINA.  SOME SAY, RUSSIA.  SOME SAY, IT IS THE UNITED STATES.

Yah, I wanna know!

JUST READ THE SCRIPT AS I GAVE IT TO YOU.  STOP INJECTING YOUR COMMENTS.  DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER TO YOU.

Sheesh! It’s like you are an abusive spouse, Lord!

JOKING… I WAS JOKING!  CAN’T YOU TAKE A JOKE?

BUT I, THE LORD GOD, WANT YOU TO KNOW THE SOURCE OF YOUR TROUBLES.  SOME OF YOUR LEADERS SAY, CHINA.  SOME SAY, RUSSIA.  SOME SAY, IT IS THE UNITED STATES.

BUT I, THE LORD GOD, SAY IT IS THE K-BALL.  THE K-BALL HAS BEEN DOING IT ALL ALONG.

IT IS SPELLED C-A-B-A-L.  FIX YOUR WORK.

BUT I, THE LORD GOD, SAY IT IS THE (SOUND OF TYPING AS ROBERT KEYBOARDS A CORRECTION)  CABAL.  THE CABAL HAS BEEN DOING IT ALL ALONG.

I DO NOT HATE CHINA.  I DO NOT HATE RUSSIA.  I DO NOT HATE THE UNITED STATES.  I LOVE ALL THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD.  BUT THE CABAL HATES EVERYONE, ESPECIALLY ME.  ESPECIALLY YOU.

YOU AND I AND YOUR LEADERS WILL TAKE DOWN THE CABAL.  YOU WILL DEAL WITH THEM AS I DEAL WITH THEM.  AS I DEAL WITH THEM, YOU WILL DEAL WITH THEM.  FOREVER THESE ARE MY INSTRUCTIONS:  LOVE ONE ANOTHER.  CHINESE.  RUSSIANS. AMERICANS.  LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

AND LASTLY, TO ALL OF YOUR HEARING THIS,

IT’S YOU, NOT YOUR,

Sorry, Lord.

AND LASTLY, TO ALL OF YOU HEARING THIS, (SOUND OF TYPING AS ROBERT KEYBOARDS A CORRECTION)  TO EACH PRECIOUS SOUL… I WANT YOU TO KNOW YOU ARE THE APPLE OF MY EYE.  IF YOU HAVE BEEN IN THE CABAL, REPENT AND GET OUT.  IF YOU HAVE SUFFERED UNDER THE CABAL, FORGIVE.

I, THE LORD GOD, LOVE EACH AND EVERY NUMBER ONE.

NO.  IT ISN’T ONE LIKE A NUMBER.  ONE LIKE A SOUL.

(SOUND OF TYPING AS ROBERT KEYBOARDS A CORRECTION)  

I, THE LORD GOD, LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE.

REMEMBER, YOU ARE LOVED.

I, THE LORD GOD, LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE.

LOVE IS ALL.  I AM ALL.  I AM LOVE.  YOU BE LOVE.  EVEN AS I AM LOVE.

THIS IS THE END OF MY MESSAGE TODAY.  THE LORD YOUR GOD SAYS: REMEMBER: LOVE.

.   .   .   .  

YOU MAKE US LAUGH, ROBERT.  YOU ARE PROBABLY THE WORST SCRIBE WE HAVE OUT THERE.  SOMETIMES MY ANGELS ARE OFFLINE FOR HOURS LAUGHING…

God, am I supposed to speak your words now?

THE ANGELS TALK TO ME:  HEY GOD, WHY DO YOU STILL USE THAT ROBERT BURKE?

Lord, I thought we were finished with the video?

AND I SAY:  HE MAKES ME LAUGH!  HA HA!  HA HA HA!

Are we done with the video?

 

“ROBERT BURKE:  DON’T GO BERSERK!”  THAT IS WHAT WE SAY!  HA HA!

WHAT?  OH.  WE’RE DONE, SON.  GOOD JOB.

(Sound of Robert clicking off the computer video.)




By God, The Rebels Ascend?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/6/22 www.inthatdayteachings.com

(“Usa uam vicendo varia fit.” – This Latin phrase appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company sign in the “Lonesome Dove” 1989 TV miniseries.  Written by Captain Gus McCrae, it loosely translates as “A grape matures in the presence of another mature grape.” It is high-stakes discipleship at high stake’s end… the restoration of self.  It is also refers to DNA God put in humans, our ability to ascend as explained by Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey.” (i.e. Book of Job) Pastors- seminaries now fight teaching ascension via Job’s Heroic Journey to ascension?)

 

(Do seminaries and pastors teach… the one thing in life to avoid, is correction?)

 

(If church wasn’t blind, it would understand Q and the fight to restore liberty?)

(Habakkuk 1:5 Amplified “[The LORD replied,] “Look among the nations! See! Be astonished! Wonder! For I am doing something in your days – You would not believe it if you were told.”)

 

Decades upon decades, were they not warned?

Now decimated, fully gobsmacked & stormed…

 

Who thrives in this bizarre,  wrong-is-right, 180 world?

Those submitted to God, whom He previously twirled…


 

Twirled, broken and smashed every which way loose,

God’s warriors, neatly fit: from engine to caboose…


 

God’s warriors will thrive, not merely survive,

Glory on them!  Others: barely make it alive…


 

I didn’t invent this exotic scenario, Lord,

Hard to believe, how once I was bored…


 
 

You are ascending us rebels, by God it’s true…

Behold, be ye astonished: I do something new!


 

The woe begotten, willfully blind: get fulsome comeuppance,

Precisely NONE of this good, NONE of this bad: by chance.




I God, the LORD God, WISH! These Prophets Were God?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/16/21 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Usa uam vicendo varia fit.” – This Latin phrase appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company sign in the “Lonesome Dove” 1989 TV miniseries.  Written by Captain Gus McCrae, it loosely translates as “A grape matures in the presence of another mature grape.” It is high-stakes discipleship at high stake’s end… the restoration of self.  It is also refers to DNA God put in humans, our ability to ascend as explained by Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey.” (i.e. Book of Job) Pastors- seminaries now fight teaching ascension via Job’s Heroic Journey to ascension?)

(Do seminaries and pastors teach… the one thing in life to avoid, is correction?)

(If church wasn’t blind, it would understand Q and the fight to restore liberty?)

(Habakkuk 1:5 Amplified “[The LORD replied,] “Look among the nations! See! Be astonished! Wonder! For I am doing something in your days – You would not believe it if you were told.”)

 

“I heard the Lord say…”

      Say my never-grow-up-baby-infantile prophets,

“I heard the Lord say…”

      When plugged into entirely the most wrong sockets!

“I heard the Lord say…”

      Sweet Rainbow Stew with Elon Musk SpaceX Rockets?

 

I God, the LORD God,

      WISH! These prophets were God, not I,

Prophecies of warm, homemade apple pie?

Prophecies of endless saccharine: oh my?

Prophecies of sweetest-sweet by and by?

NONE? – None of these prophecies lie?

 

I God, the LORD God,

      WISH! These prophets were God, not I,

The wicked, reset depopulation shots hurt none?

Davos-Ancient Depopulation plans weren’t really done?

Churches and Seminaries didn’t have insanely-egoistic fun?

Leaders aren’t now FULL-CAUGHT, pants down in the sun?

 

I God, the LORD God,

      WISH! These prophets were God, not I,

They prophesy infinite, everything triple-good all of the time,

Heaven and I and my angels can’t understand one word of their rhyme,

They hope with underdeveloped brains: all will turn out Love-Mushy-Nice-fine?

Problem is… they are so puerile and happy-blind… NONE of their words are mine!

 

I God, the LORD God,

      WISH! These prophets were God, not I,

But they NEVER will be! No, they can’t be!

There weren’t here when I made land and sea!

But who’s been right 20 years about everything: Me!

That scribe of In That Day Teachings, I taught him to see!

 

He lets me be God,

      This one who can see,

He wrote a book unusually odd,

      To help church others to ALSO see,

“Think! Like an Advanced Christian,” it is called

      Kind of much like Me, yes Me,

It is astonishing, pithy, Earthy, true and (yes!) ribald.

 

Yet and Even so…

      I let as many as want to be themselves… be full-caught,

Buying unbelievable lies.  Oh,

      The horror!  Oh the horror!  What they have bought!

“I heard the Lord say…”

      Say my baby-infantile prophets…





Comes Now a Terrible Teaching: of In That Day Teachings!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/12/21 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Usa uam vicendo varia fit.” – This Latin phrase appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company sign in the “Lonesome Dove” 1989 TV miniseries.  Written by Captain Gus McCrae, it loosely translates as “A grape matures in the presence of another mature grape.” It is high-stakes discipleship at high stake’s end… the restoration of self.  It is also refers to DNA God put in humans, our ability to ascend as explained by Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey.” (i.e. Book of Job) Pastors- seminaries now fight teaching ascension via Job’s Heroic Journey to ascension?)

 

(Do seminaries and pastors teach… the one thing in life to avoid, is correction?)

(If church wasn’t blind, it would understand Q and the fight to restore liberty?)

(Habakkuk 1:5 Amplified “[The LORD replied,] “Look among the nations! See! Be astonished! Wonder! For I am doing something in your days – You would not believe it if you were told.”)

  

Comes now a terrible teaching, of In That Day Teachings,

      A terrible teaching, indeed!

Comes now a terrible teaching, of In That Day Teachings,

      For multitudes: in need…

 

How can it be?

      Ten thousands of leaders in unity as one,

How can it be?

      All globally congruent: in unison…

 

Locked in a death-cult?

      Mandating inglorious outcomes to de-pop,

Locked in a death-cult?

      Karens all ratting on citizens: nonstop.

 

What rule of God is this?

      That ten thousands of leaders in bad anti-bliss?

What rule of God is this?

      That half the world effectuates a Death Wish?

 

It is the rule of the Valley of Decision,

      That the unbeknownst fall in… with Dead Souls,

It is the rule of the Valley of Decision,

      That the unbeknownst play now Eugenics Roles.

 

What a shock! Playing dead, head-in-sand… doesn’t work!

      Nay rather, the pure in body-heart-soul… shall thrive!

What a shock!  Playing dead, head-in-sand… doesn’t work!

      Nay rather, lovers win by being God-indwelt… alive!

 

Comes now a terrible teaching, of In That Day Teachings,

      A terrible teaching, indeed!

Comes now a terrible teaching, of In That Day Teachings,

      For multitudes: in need…

 

Has God allowed a depopulation death-cult to arise?

      Yes, In That Day… He has, can you summarize?

Has God allowed a depopulation death-cult to arise?

      Learn In That Day Teachings for life to be wise.



Who Enjoys Conning and Being Had?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/02/21 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(“Usa uam vicendo varia fit.” – This Latin phrase appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company sign in the “Lonesome Dove” 1989 TV miniseries.  Written by Captain Gus McCrae, it loosely translates as “A grape matures in the presence of another mature grape.” It is high-stakes discipleship at high stake’s end… the restoration of self.  It is also refers to DNA God put in humans, our ability to ascend as explained by Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey.” (i.e. Book of Job) Pastors- seminaries now fight teaching ascension via Job’s Heroic Journey to ascension?)


(Do seminaries and pastors teach… the one thing in life to avoid, is correction?)


(If church wasn’t blind, it would understand Q and the fight to restore liberty?)


(Habakkuk 1:5 Amplified “[The LORD replied,] “Look among the nations! See! Be astonished! Wonder! For I am doing something in your days – You would not believe it if you were told.”)

  

 

Abrade, ablate, destroy…

      Boy howdy, oh boy!

Abrade, ablate, destroy…

      Lies, begone: oh joy?

 

Centuries of lies,

      Baked in a cake,

BEHOLD, arise!

      It’s not too late!

 

Centuries of lies,

      Coming down fast,

Binds which tied,

      Don’t be last?

 

Don’t be last, to wake up, friend!

      Not everyone will like how it ends,

The few brave seers, were right all along,

      My, oh my, how they were strong!

 

Abrade, ablate, destroy…

      Boy howdy, oh boy!

Abrade, ablate, destroy…

      Lies, begone: oh joy?

 

Not every Christian leader or follower survives this present scourge,

      What will they lack? They all will lack… COURAGE!

Lots of people die, yes sadly, they will,

      But none, no NONE of any of this… comes from God’s will!

 

How those who are dying,

      Hated with eternal hatred: God’s true seers,

Unstoppable will be their crying,

      ‘Twas Christ (in You!) they hated, as “be-er.”

 

So the dice have been cast,

      The cards are face down on the table,

A cull-death trap set fast,

      Bye, bye the Christ-in-You not able?

 

Abrade, ablate, destroy…

      Boy howdy, oh boy!

Abrade, ablate, destroy…

      Lies, begone: oh joy?

 

No one wants to NOT see,

      More than those who pay themselves to NOT see!

NOT seeing is how they will be,

      Choosing God’s Millennial exit… not entry!

 

Others, now seeing, will sadly celebrate,

      We made!  Isn’t it great?

Where are the others, who are not here?

      They died of NOT seeing… and of fear.

 

Survivors who loved truth more than lies, will have very few fears,

      Enjoying Earth’s Glorious New Millennium… but they may have some tears,

Tears of sorrow, even as this new epoch will be very good as last one was very bad,

      Seers of truth will remain, but not those who enjoyed conning and being had.

     

Abrade, ablate, destroy…

      Boy howdy, oh boy!

Abrade, ablate, destroy…

      Lies, begone: oh joy?




Do Thunder Words Really Control Our Planet’s Souls?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/27/21 www.inthatdayteachings.com

(“Usa uam vicendo varia fit.” – This Latin phrase appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company sign in the “Lonesome Dove” 1989 TV miniseries.  Written by Captain Gus McCrae, it loosely translates as “A grape matures in the presence of another mature grape.” It is high-stakes discipleship at high stake’s end… the restoration of self.  It is also refers to DNA God put in humans, our ability to ascend as explained by Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey.” (i.e. Book of Job) Pastors- seminaries now fight teaching ascension via Job’s Heroic Journey to ascension?)

(Do seminaries and pastors teach… the one thing in life to avoid, is correction?)

(If church wasn’t blind, it would understand Q and the fight to restore liberty?)

(Habakkuk 1:5 Amplified “[The LORD replied,] “Look among the nations! See! Be astonished! Wonder! For I am doing something in your days – You would not believe it if you were told.”)

Our moon tonight is round, shining a spotlight through the trees,

      As Seven-Thirty-Sevens roar slowly overhead to land,

Truck tires on freeway whine their haunting Doppler piece,

      Perplexed, we go to bed… TRYING to understand…


Bad Thunder Words have locked the world’s souls in blight,

      And make ninety-nine percent… not enough bright?

But Good Thunder Words can yet make right,

      If only people knew the fight?


Citizen Joe knows the fight, he thinks,

      As tv and tv and tv he drinks?

Sight and sound’ve got him drowned,

      Hence… world on the brink?


It boils down to Brainwash-1984-Dystopia Public Ed,

      Which told us, “Morals are – ha ha – relative,”

And “I am, it is…” (Great, this dark witchcraft we were fed?)

      To where?  To ever-increasing HELL we’re led…


And we were taught to gaslight,

      Any soul with true light,

Any soul that’s rid of blight,

      We must gaslight?


“Morals are – ha ha – relative; I am, it is…”

      (THIS…  the brainwash Morlocks feed the Eloi?)

We ask: Thunder Words control all Joe is?

      Oh God, no! Yes, yes, yes.  So sad: oh boy!


What is the tonic?

      What is the ameliorative?

How ironic…

      Words: restorative? 


Our moon tonight is round, shining a spotlight through the trees,

      As Seven-Thirty-Sevens roar slowly overhead to land,

Truck tires on freeway whine their haunting Doppler piece,

      Perplexed, we go to bed… TRYING to understand…


Bad Thunder Words have locked the world’s souls in blight,

      And make ninety-nine percent… not enough bright?

But Good Thunder Words can yet make right,

      If only people knew the fight?


What are the words to fix the Progressive-Mental Enslavement world?

      To fix Citizen Joe’s alleged-to-mental slavery soul?

What concept is this valuable pearl?

      To get Joe to say, “Man is NOT god of this world?”


Good Thunder Words are these:

      Self-Interest says, “No sane man can be the judge in his own case,”

Good thunder Words are these:

      We must love Constitution’s laws to prevent us being a slave race.


We must be generally intelligent, moral and resolute,

      Good is good, bad is bad… and this NOT relative, but absolute!

That there is a Great Spirit above us, giving a hoot,

      God have mercy!  O Dear God, bless us!  Give us not the boot?


Our moon tonight is round, shining a spotlight through the trees,

      As Seven-Thirty-Sevens roar slowly overhead to land,

Truck tires on freeway whine their haunting Doppler piece,

      Perplexed, we go to bed… TRYING to understand…


Bad Thunder Words have locked the world’s souls in blight,

      And make ninety-nine percent… not enough bright?

But Good Thunder Words can yet make right,

      If only people knew the fight?


The universe our Creator God made… is of the mind,

      So if we believe in no morals, no morals we will find!

But if we believe in putting all decoherency behind,

      Infinite, unbound glory…  we might mine?


So then, Choose you this day…

      God’s rules and orders for our best and infinite good?

Or then, Choose you this day…

      Thunder Words locking in good or evil as you would?


So then, Choose you this day…

      The global mental enslavement “Morals are – ha ha – relative; I am, it is?”

Or then, Choose you this day…

      To  say and ask, “I am NOT God, therefore we humbly seek: Who Is?”


Our moon tonight is round, shining a spotlight through the trees,

      As Seven-Thirty-Sevens roar slowly overhead to land,

Truck tires on freeway whine their haunting Doppler piece,

      Perplexed, we go to bed… TRYING to understand…


Bad Thunder Words have locked the world’s souls in blight,

      And make ninety-nine percent… not enough bright?

But Good Thunder Words can yet make right,

      If only people knew the fight?





Shall We Take the Vaccine?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/23/21 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Usa uam vicendo varia fit.” – This Latin phrase appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company sign in the “Lonesome Dove” 1989 TV miniseries.  Written by Captain Gus McCrae, it loosely translates as “A grape matures in the presence of another mature grape.” It is high-stakes discipleship at high stake’s end… the restoration of self.  It is also refers to DNA God put in humans, our ability to ascend as explained by Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey.” (i.e. Book of Job) Pastors- seminaries now fight teaching ascension via Job’s Heroic Journey to ascension?)

(Do seminaries and pastors teach… the one thing in life to avoid, is correction?)

(If church wasn’t blind, it would understand Q and the fight to restore liberty?)

(Habakkuk 1:5 Amplified “[The LORD replied,] “Look among the nations! See! Be astonished! Wonder! For I am doing something in your days – You would not believe it if you were told.”)

  

Shall we take the vaccine,

      What does God really say?

Shall we take the vaccine,

      Who hears God, anyway?

 

Prophetic pastors across our blessed land,

      Taking pulpit stand,

Saying, “We shall take vaccines: grand!”

      Their brothers stand?

 

Shall we take the vaccine,

      What does God really say?

Shall we take the vaccine,

      Who hears God, anyway?

 

In That Day,

      Is there a different voice?

In That Day,

      … a different choice?

 

Shall we take the vaccine,

      What does God really say?

Shall we take the vaccine,

      Who hears God, anyway?

 

In That Day,

      Says: “Wait, Wait, WAIT!”

In That Day,

      Gain a different fate?

 

Shall we take the vaccine,

      What does God really say?

Shall we take the vaccine,

      Who hears God, anyway?

 

One: chooses the herd,

      Not God, but indwelt herd is obeyed as is now preferred?

One: with lion loin gird,

      “Wait!”  (Which one is Christ’s indwelt being: Word?)

 

Shall we take the vaccine,

      What does God really say?

Shall we take the vaccine,

      Who hears God, anyway?

 

What separates truth from the untrue?

      Time.  Time is a slow motion truth detection machine.

Who hears God, God now asks you?

      Have prophetic schools of thought been THAT unclean?

 

They just taught: bad emotions over bible text substance?

      Rapture’s fear, Prosperity’s greed and Emergent’s laze,

Do bible sub-teachings create deathly-blind obstinance?

      To never correct doctrine, is the cleric’s popular craze?

 

Shall we take the vaccine,

      What does God really say?

Shall we take the vaccine,

      Who hears God, anyway?

 

 

 


Fighting Leviathan, With a Puny Wooden Sword!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/25/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Notes from Nelson’s Quick Reference Bible Dictionary:

“The book of Job is not only one of the most remarkable in the Bible, but in literature.  As was said of Goliath’s sword, ‘There is none like it,’ none in ancient or in modern literature.” – Kitto.  “A book which will one day, perhaps, be seen towering up alone far above all the poetry of the world.” – J. A. Froude.  Nelson’s comments say that the true identity of who wrote Job has remained throughout time: a mystery.

“Do not break the person, break his desire to attack you.  Provide the illusion that your opponent still has control, but make sure he does not.”  – Mikhail Ryabko, Russian Martial Art Systema Master

Joseph Campbell explained the Hero’s Journey.  It is Job’s story  & other saints.

 

I must not hurt huge Leviathan,

        As it swoops down on me!

Dragon’s flame kills and maims,

        I’ll soon be history!


Oh, woe is me!  Oh, woe is me!

        I have but a wooden sword!

From the cross, that victory tree,

        Of Christ, my humble Lord!

 

Yet, I must not hurt Leviathan,

        Its skin is tough and brittle!

His pride is ridiculous big,

        And I am less than little!

 

We fight for hours,

        Oh, we fight for days on end!

Then, when it’s over,

        The beast gets up again!

 

My puny wooden sword damages it not,

        I’m like a grasshopper against a giant!

Then it lays down, coughs up its heart,

        Upon its tongue, now on me: reliant!

 

Leviathan now relies on me,

        To treat its heart with care!

No longer enemies, but fast friends,

        I approach on God’s dare!

 

Oh, woe is me!  Oh, woe is me!

        I have but a wooden sword!

From the cross, that victory tree,

        Of Christ, my humble Lord!

 

With my too-small wooden sword,

        I walk into the danger zone, such biting teeth of dread!

To the heart, now on the tongue,

        I gently touch my sword, out gush bright drops of red!

 

From the sword come good drops,

        Of God’s ancient-wisdom self-sacrifice,

Then Beast wakes up changed,

        Swallows heart and renews its old vice!

 

Cruelly taking advantage of my nearness,

        Leviathan scorches me in full-blown rage!

I fight him off again with wooden sword,

        Behold! Beast doth weaken! says my Page.

 

For my Page greatly knows what’s going on,

        Not long ago, HE was THE bad Leviathan!

You see, we fought for years!  Way too long!

        His dual was an excruciating marathon!

 

But after a thousand drops from God’s cross,

        My Page was, of Beast, set free!

Now he’s learning to be God’s Man-of-War,

        Who fights evil, just like me!

 

Oh, woe is me!  Oh, woe is me!

        I have but a wooden sword!

From the cross, that victory tree,

        Of Christ, my humble Lord!

 

After days and months and years,

        My Page and I have succeeded!

Leviathan whom we fought,

        Is full humble now: defeated!

 

My Page has become a Swordsman,

        That Leviathan: HIS own Page,

I have left off sword for pen,

        That you understand this age!

 

So then, pride of religion and its blinding selfish-rigidness,

        Is killing man!

Just as loving kindness, humility, patience and flexibility,

        Kills Leviathan!

 

Job learned this In That Day,

        Of his: long ago!

Now we must all learn the same!

        You do not know?

 

Holy flexibility,

        Is where Christ-in-You is at!

You’ll remember the fight,

        When the Rigid lose all that!

 

You’ll remember the fight,

        When, as rigid Leviathan, you with great enmity: hated your betters!

Who took your blows nobly,

        And with kind, wooden, bloody swords, removed your blind fetters.

 

How you’ll hate that forgiving blood of Jesus,

        Applied drops at a time on your stony heart!

Until you see it is not the end,

        But the Christ-in-You: Page-Warrior start!

 

You’ll then, Rigid Ones, be on the,

        Other side of the sword!

You’ll say, as Job did, I repent!

        In dust and ashes, Lord!

 

And if you were particularly mean,

        And hurtful to your dear-brave Warrior-Savior,

God will give you a willow-wimpy sword,

        To fight Leviathan, inside of your neighbor!

 

Oh, woe is me!  Oh, woe is me!

        I have but a wooden sword!

From the cross, that victory tree,

        Of Christ, my humble Lord!

 

You might say,

        Well, it serves me just about right!

Rip me up,

        Leviathan!  It’s time to fight!

 

I shall not return evil for evil,

        From proud, religiously-rigid man,

He may hurt me, but me never: him,

        He’ll get what I have in me:  I AM!

 

The great I AM,

        Wants to live in us all!

In That Day it’s,

        A strange work: yet not small!

 

It’s a BIG thing,

        When Leviathan pride dies!

And Christ-in-You,

        Trumpets: loud victory cries!

 

Yet and even much so,

        Your pride in all this will be choked: by your own reins,

By the smallish sword,

        You’ll be given, to do the large work that remains!

 

Oh, woe is me!  Oh, woe is me!

        I have but a wooden sword!

From the cross, that victory tree,

        Of Christ, my humble Lord!

 

You might ask me, where did I learn all this?

        That it’s a pride-fight and that Leviathan isn’t a dinosaur true!

I learned it by reading the Book of Job,

        From the Warrior-Prophet, not a Page, whose name is Elihu!

 

This great, but young, Warrior-Prophet,

        Had heard so much talk of churchy-religious pride,

Elihu wrote all of Job’s book,

        Yet pride in work: egoless, he did prodigious hide!

  

Elihu hid his authorship,

        And prophetic voice with Job!

That following Workmen,

        Would put this in their brain’s globe…

 

Religious-Pride is Leviathan!                        (It’s a smallish issue with beginners!)

        Leviathan is Religious-godly-Pride!     (Clericalism makes biggest sinners!)

I write this, as your proud author,

        Oops!  That beast is hard to hide!

 

Where is my bent, old wooden sword?

        God, I lay my heart upon my swag tongue!

Knowledge puffeth me up… in pride,

        Touch me now, oh blood of God’s Son!

 

Oh, woe is me!  Oh, woe is me!

        I have but a wooden sword!

From the cross, that victory tree,

        Of Christ, my humble Lord!

 

But you protest,

        Only Jesus! Jesus alone! He alone (ALONE!) is your Savior!

Never you’d let,

        Yourself acknowledge: He can be greater in your neighbor?

 

Can you, then, see now,

        What has been your, and all of milk Churchianity’s, problem?

Sub-taught leaders vow,

        To never slay their damnable, supercilious, god-pride goblin?

 

Even tho you say: just reading the bible sans leaven,

        And listening to, or becoming, another Milk-way, Mandarin Madman,

And with Jesus, stuck somehow (by you?) in heaven,

        Works to expunge pride? Nope! It makes naught but bad-bad bad-men.

 

So swallow your pride, oh religious daughter or son,

        Prepare to meet your shorter, younger, older, taller… Much Betters,

Where dead body is, vultures on you will pick on,

        Your religious pride. So honor who removes necrotic, hubris fetters.

 

You know, only Christ-in-You (in one) can do it,

        Almost kill a soul, non-violently, to get rid of religious pride… to move it,

Eyes to see, ears to hear… are a better shoe fit,

        Pride kills. Humility heals.  Hear ye, All pride-bots so ill-begot… get to it!

       

Oh, woe is me!  Oh, woe is me!

        I have but a wooden sword!

From the cross, that victory tree,

        Of Christ, my humble Lord!

  

Isaiah 27:1-4 (MSG) – “At that time (a time in the future when conditions are ripe) God will unsheathe his sword (ITDTs?)… his merciless, mighty sword… (and) he’ll kill [Leviathan – religious pride!] that old dragon [debauched clericalism living in harmony and support of Progressive Slavery or Tribal Slavery] that lives in the sea [of minds.]”

Vs.

The sad but extremely typical early Twenty-First Century Milk Church Leadership meme: “You have everything to learn from us; we have nothing to learn from you!”


Ed Has the Book of Job Explained to His Rigid Self?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/18/20 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Usa uam vicendo varia fit.” – This Latin phrase appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company sign in the “Lonesome Dove” 1989 TV miniseries.  Written by Captain Gus McCrae, it loosely translates as “A grape matures in the presence of another mature grape.” Is is high-stakes discipleship at high stake’s end… the restoration of self.  It is also refers to DNA God put in humans, our ability to ascend as explained by Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey.” Pastors- seminaries now fight teaching ascension via Job’s Heroic Journey to ascension?)

(Do seminaries and pastors teach… the one thing in life to avoid, is correction?)

(If church wasn’t blind, it would understand Q and the fight to restore liberty?)

 

Hero’s Journey, turned on its head,

      Seminaries say, God is dead,

When it comes to them explaining dread,

      When bad comes to you, Ed.

 

Ed, I’m going to educate you,

      On the Book of Job,

What’s not proven, isn’t true,

      Put that in your globe.

 

Hero’s Journey turned on its head,

      Coaches of superstars said,

If not for fitness’ affliction, we’d be dead!

      It is how to get out the lead!

 

Normally, a youngling is called by Jedi,

      Who says, Well, let me bet I,

Can make you a young master led by,

      A Master Grape, indwelt by God’s wet eye…

 

Hero’s Journey turned on its head,

      The Book of Job tells story backwards, Ed,

Ed, it’s a story: rigid to flexible, Elihu said,

      As the Jedi Master: Job and three friends he led…

 

From Darkness to Light,

      How do you make the Book of Job right?

Stop the “Know Nothing” fight!

      It’s the Hero’s Journey, of immense might!

 

Hero’s Journey turned on its head,

      Ed, get educated of what Robert W. Burke said,

About a puny wooden sword made red,

      From drops of God’s wisdom sacrifice bled…

 

So that seminaries and pastors wouldn’t be dumb,

      Saying, “We don’t know why God does…” in sum?

Eyes to See, Ears to Hear are not for the bum!

      They are for the Holy Flexible, having God’s course run.

 

Hero’s Journey turned on its head,

      How do you kill ego’s pride of ministry bed?

How do you dash clericalism totally dead?

      The Book of Job, properly understood, Ed.

 

Oh Eduardo, Edward, Ed:… representing seminaries wrong,

      For two-thousand years you ring a cracked bell’s gong,

Regarding road to Holy Flexibility, egoless, yet strong,

      Go on a quest: bring In That Day Teachings… along.

 

Hero’s Journey turned on its head,

      You know, Ed, pastors seldom mention what professors said,

It is a sign, a tell… because dead wisdom is dead,

      They cannot honor their mentors, being off course led.

 

To fix the cold church’s iceberg-smashing ship of state,

      To reverse it from the dead passenger manifesto’s fate,

Honor whom revealed the Book of Job to you of late,

      Honor Elihu… or certain tomes of poems… to make In That Day: great.




Almost Perfect, But What Kind of Perfect?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/01/19 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

(The Strongest Weapon in the United States is a Patriotic American.)

  

To each his own,

      Now let “The Great Awakening” … entirely pass me by,

Wait… (Make it full blown!)

      Of our family and our friends… (our world!) … we require,

That we all must disown,

      True Patriot Christians in Civil Liberty’s: 1776-Spirit Revival Fire!

 

We hate, we despise the stupid tyrant: Donald J. Trump,

      With him we have a bone,

Of contention: We never gave him permission to jump,

      On corruption.  To make prison its home,

On his head: we put a dunce cap dome!

      Backwards Trump, we say, is a Russian chump!

 

To each his own,

      Let “The Great Awakening” pass us by,

There’s no cost, whatsoever, in being Satan’s drone,

      The Primrose Path Veil of 1984: our big brainiac high,

All with us will be shiny as the shiniest of futuristic chrome,

      Our rust-less cover… we shall stubbornly keep until we die!

 

We actually own,

      What our God can and cannot do!

We fervently condone,

      A God whom keeps 1984 forever imbued!

Hell on Earth enthroned!

      Plus, we mock (as being stupid!) Q’s “The Plan” … don’t you?

 

We have on loan,

      God’s Truth: Liberty-lovers worldwide are risible ignoramuses,

Our eternal, condescending tone!

      God wouldn’t ever free up the (not smart as us) suffering masses!

Don’t us: bemoan…

      We are not, no we are not, the universe’s most perfect: insouciant asses?




Our Primrose Veil Plan of Evil vs. God’s Masterplan of Good?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/27/19 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

(The Strongest Weapon in the United States is a Patriotic American.)

  

Masterplan of Evil,

      Masterplan of Good,

Which one will win?

      Which one should?

 

Carefully over the ages,

      The Masterplan of Evil was, by brainiacs, made,

Endless Primrose Path Pages,

      By Twentieth Century: 1984 Progress laid.

 

Up is down, Down is up,

      All common sense and sanity: chuck,

Cannibalism made to appear: a cute pup?

      It became 1984, the clock stuck.

 

Masterplan of Evil,

      Masterplan of Good,

Which one will win?

      Which one should?

 

The US Military had had enough,

      And a few businessmen, mentally tough,

They prayed for a download from heaven: rough,

      God obliged, but it meant seeing Truth in the Buff!

 

Naked Truth shows the Global Elite,

      Are Satanic cannibals: enjoying children sweet,

They almost wiped out seven billion people: neat,

      Media and Hollywood bow to kiss Elite’s feet?

 

Masterplan of Evil,

      Masterplan of Good,

Which one will win?

      Which one should?

 

Church leaders were all mostly uncorrectable: asleep,

      Selling emotional claptrap … making God weep!

Schools were a Primrose Cabal: forcing thought: cheap,

      Media and Entertainment propagandizing mega-lies deep.

 

Everything was relative, except Elite Cannibal Slavery,

      Central Banks’ negative interest: no time value knavery,

For the One Percenters: billion-dollar riches covered in gravy,

      All set to cull the Ninety-Nine Percent, the idea to them: savory.

 

Masterplan of Evil,

      Masterplan of Good,

Which one will win?

      Which one should?

 

But the Masterplan of Evil,

      Was stopped by the Masterplan of Good,

Q and the US Military will win,

      Who’ll drop the Primrose Veil, as should?

 

Who can see Central Banks were bad,

      And that non-inflationary gold standards make all glad?

Who can see “up is down moral relativism” got everyone totally had?

      It’s why families fearfully banished any seeing child, elder, mom or dad?

 

Masterplan of Evil,

      Masterplan of Good,

Which one will win?

      Which one should?

 

The pendulum toward sanity,

      Has now swung hard,

It swings now for humanity,

      Call it: Love, ‘pard.

 

Oh My God, Oh My God,

      Oh My God! People will say.

We banished our relatives: odd,

      Who, seeing, for us did pray.

 

Masterplan of Evil,

      Masterplan of Good,

Which one will win?

      Which one should?

 

 

What an amazing and strange: “In That Day!”

      Did any actual prophet see it?

Describe it? Have higher “Teachings” to say?

      One. But none believe it.

 

Not before, not during,

      Not even after!

It’s why sleep’s curing,

      Needs laughter.

 

Masterplan of Evil,

      Masterplan of Good,

Which one will win?

      Which one should?

 

Honor unto whom,

      Honor is due,

Did a prophet bloom,

      Who knew?


They Came to Take Away Everything Important to Life!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/11/19 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

(The Strongest Weapon in the United States is a Patriotic American.)

 

The space aliens came from out of nowhere,

      And they targeted, primarily, the U. S. of A.!

They came loaded for bear, we: unaware,

      By targeting our Pledge of Allegiance, fair.

 

“We got rid of all that,

      A real-good: long time ago,

            Now we’re politically correct!

                        Don’t ya’ know?”

 

We told the aliens, but they came to attack,

      Also… our famous US Constitution!

And even more than that: our Bill of Rights,

      Demanding perfect gun confiscation!

 

“We got rid of all that,

      A real- good: long time ago,

            Now we’re politically correct!

                        Don’t ya’ know?”

 

We explained this to aliens: ugly,

      But they came also for our tattoo parlors,

And unborn children: snugly,

      In the wombs of our American daughters!

 

“We got rid of all that,

      A real- good: long time ago,

            Now we’re politically correct!

                        Don’t ya’ know?”

 

Surprisingly, the aliens asked us:

      “So, then our work here is finished, for us…

A superior alien race had tasked us,

      To prepare you, for them, a meal delicious…

 

“You Americans got rid of good,

      A long time ago?

You’re full: politically correct,

      So, you say so? …

 

“Well, to hell with that! the (now friendly) aliens said,

      You are too pathetic and spineless, as we hear it,

We’ll re-introduce you to your 1776-by-God Spirit,

      Together, we’ll whip our superior masters, dead!”

 

Well, we grew a lot,

      After that,

Everybody wore,

      Freedom’s hat.

 

Thank you, Space Aliens,

      Boy, were we dumb!

You made us honor,

      When Truths come.



I’m a Hands-In-Pants: Preacher, Convince Me I’m Wrong!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/31/19 www.inthatdayteachings.com

  

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

 

Heavy, weighty Bereans: Google “Why… do men put hands in pants?”

      And you will find,

Men, women, psychologist magazines everywhere explain perchance,

      And you will find,

It is a vulgar habit, a purposed insult to all,

      And you will find,

Lazy preachers love this, their misstep fall,

      And you will find,

This all-seeable: reverse Mark 16:20 sign call,

      And you will find,

Not one bad preacher cares. They care not at all,

      And you will find,

Uncorrectable are the hands-in-pants preacher cabal,

      And you will find,

This ultimate, invisible stage dummy shows off,

      And you will find,

A pastor hating In That Day… is a dummkopf!

      And you will find,

So, you ask that they, themselves: Google “Hands in pants?”

      And you will find,

That pastors don’t ever correct themselves.  (Not a chance!)

      And you will find,

It doesn’t have to be this leadership: foul, wickedly evil, domineering, rotten way,

      And you will find,

With loving respect for pastor-abused sheep… come Teachings of In That Day.

The Phase Shift is Real

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/16/19 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

 

The Phase Shift is Real,

      And yes, it’s no small deal!

Few can think, but all can feel,

      The phase shift is real!

 

For most in milk are self-satisfied,

      But it is a self-satisfied deception,

And such are found wanting, if tried,

      The phase shift is real election.

 

Milk folk oft must stone, hang, kill or banish the ascended,

      Since the ascended are out of phase,

With myopic folk stuck: unbeknownst, un-comprehended,

      They await great awakening days.

 

Great awaking days must come,

      But they won’t begotten gentle,

Who will welcome daughter, son?

      The previously ascended: mental.

 

The Phase Shift is Real,

      And yes, it’s no small deal,

Few can think, but all can feel,

      The phase shift is real.


I Went Crazy Asking About Wolf Laying Down With Lamb!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/14/19

 

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

 

I went crazy asking about 11:6 Isaiah’s wolf laying with lamb,

      They put me in an institution, for sure!

We all got candy, out of which high functionaries scammed,

      I think I got it!  Now I am… demure?

 

I had asked my pastor Sam,

      Tell me good sir, when will the wolf lay down with the lamb?

Give me your tithe, little lamb,

      Vegetarian wolves, in God’s future, will not eat any lambs!

 

So: Sam said to me – a pastor of renown – he,

      Before I was institutionalized in that institution… confused,

Before candy given us was stolen… from me!

      Before high function crazies in the institution, me: abused?

 

That was before I learned precisely what liberty is,

      It is mutually pledging allegiance to freedom’s self-restraint,

And stopping them without within: Liberty’s biz!

      The quicker-richer can’t abuse the poorer-slower – they can’t!

 

I went crazy asking about 11:6 Isaiah’s wolf laying with lamb,

      They put me in an institution, for sure!

We all got candy, out of which high functionaries scammed,

      I think I got it!  Now I am… demure?

 

Our Founding Fathers knew of this scam,

      This scam of the richer-quicker eating all poorer-slower lambs,

They made a Constitution to prevent it: BAM!

      But our educator wolves hate it… along with pastors: SLAM!

 

Give your tithes to pastors preaching of veggie sharks?

      Give your incomes to government educator snarks?

And people will remain dogs with no hunt, no barks?

      The richer-quicker feed on dumbed down marks?

 

I learned this in an institution for crazy people,

      I learned of Progressivism’s deadly creation of sheeple,

State almost as deadly as deadly church: both joined at the hip,

      To silence from humans: higher consciousness liberty’s lip.

 

I went crazy asking about 11:6 Isaiah’s wolf laying with lamb,

      They put me in an institution, for sure!

We all got candy, out of which high functionaries scammed,

      I think I got it!  Now I am… demure?

 

(In This…)      The rule now is to keep all dumb?

(In This…)                  Truly: dumb as they come?

(In This…)      Church and state enslave in sum?

(In This…)                  Can Christ-in-You come?





Everything is as It Needs Be? (Until In That Day?)

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/17/19

  

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

 

Everything is as it needs be,

      But what is the point?

Let’s think this over and see,

      Deep, but not out of joint.

 

Everything is as it needs be,

            But a seminar from a greed-selling,

                        Prosperity-Clericalism Team is designed carefully,

                                    To avoid Christ-in-You manifesting in me or ye,

                                                Since it gives eyes which shenanigans see,

                                                            So, then everything is as it needs to be?

 

Ever preaching, teaching and carrying on,

      But what is the actual, reality point?

Pretending… as if better is coming along?

      When better’d be chased from joint?

 

Everything is as it needs be,

            But a seminar from a fear-selling,

                        End-Times-Clericalism Team is designed carefully,

                                    To avoid Christ-in-You manifesting in me or ye,

                                                Since it gives eyes which shenanigans see,

                                                            So, then everything is as it needs to be?

 

Another “life-changing” so called conference,

      What is the actual, hard reality point?

Isn’t it to keep puerility’s pabulum reference,

      Infantilism, their great spear’s point?

 

Everything is as it needs be,

            But a seminar from a laziness-selling,

                        Emergent-Clericalism Team is designed carefully,

                                    To avoid Christ-in-You manifesting in me or ye,

                                                Since it gives eyes which shenanigans see,

                                                            So, then everything is as it needs to be?

  

Isn’t I AM not being there, their blinkered view point?

      Until a day of denouement becomes a flash point?

Until “In That Day”… each meeting has no anoint,

      Except to ban Christ-in-You: their match point?

 

There is actually a road, a program to Christ-in-You,

      By its absence in every conference and leader program,

They shout to God and heaven, “No God Embued!”

      Until they see what they’ve done is a bloody pogrom.

 

Weeping, Wailing, Howling you will hear,

      When seminaries, church leaders, bible men: fear,

What they have done to delay what’s near,

      Christ-in-You in believers.  God wants it… here.



Christ Now Desires: Christ-in-You-Desiring Leaders!

By Robert Winkler Burke 775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Inthatdayteachings.com Copyright 2/10/19

 

(“No man can be the judge in his own case.” –  James Madison)

(“When I return, will I find faith?” – Jesus)

(“Trust the Plan.” – Q)

    

Roaring out of the past,                    

      And into your future…

            Says Christ-in-You, the Beautiful Lion,

(Am I going to fast…)

      (Peradventure?)

            Believe me con-leaders, I AM not lying!

 

No more wiles, no more nasties,

      No more NLP blinkering control,

            Says Christ-in-You, the Beautiful Lion,

No more pulling audience “fasties,”

      Let’s powwow for you a better role,

            This mature-full truth, now be buyin’!

 

Rather than a prophet, in service, calling you out…

      We’re now going to tabletop your backwards org dot,     (Think we’re mean?)

            Says Christ-in-You, the Beautiful Lion,

Time for same-old shenanigans is gone, bon mot!

      Rethink, reboot ancient paths or be unaware-caught,        (Jeremiah 6:16!)

            Stuck, Right in hell on Earth, sighin’.

 

Oh recalcitrant seminaries, little lords of stupid,

      I, your Christ, the come-in-you-quickly cupid,

            Says Christ-in-You, the Beautiful Lion,

Who can’t and won’t come in dupers or the duped!

      I proclaim In That Day Teachings are not crooked,

            They are prayers answered: right on!

  

Christ Almighty desires Christ-in-You desiring (non-con) leaders,

      Not audience-manipulating, brain-bashing, bottom feeders,

            Says Christ-in-You, the Beautiful Lion,

Beelzebub techniques are naught but Beelzebub breeders!

      You run into walls to avoid facing our clear-sighted readers,

            Of your inglorious ops withal: dyin’.

 

Choose you this day, our whole packages of good,

      For spirit: In That Day Teachings: great food!

            Says Christ-in-You, the Beautiful Lion,

For body: Russian Systema, building fine attitude,

      For soul: 1776’s Western Enlightenment mood,

            Behold: Progressive devils cryin’!

 

For Christ’s sake, for Christ’s sake, for Christ’s sake,

      Your immediate and only goal is to: Christ-in-You make!

            Says Christ-in-You, the Beautiful Lion,

Stop making dumbed-down rubes from whom you take!

      This is why conning leaders, only antichrist cakes: bake!

            Now with In That Day Teachings: Align!

 

Why is my Church clueless re: epic State rule-of-law restoration… of Q?

      Father God is showing Church, which chose dumb conning, has no clue!

            Says Christ-in-You, the Beautiful Lion,           (So, you want restoration?)

State is returning rule of law to itself, Republic virtues, everything true!

      So that backwards, dumbed-down seminaries and church leaders can rue!

            Weep-Wail-Howl! (Stop Denyin’.)                  (This is your: restoration!)





Why Don’t They Ask a True-Doctrine Prophet About Doctrine?

By Robert Winkler Burke 775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Inthatdayteachings.com Copyright 12/28/18

(“No man can be the judge in his own case.” –  James Madison 

(“When I return, will I find faith?” – Jesus)

(“Trust the Plan.” – Q)

 

Why don’t seminar, church and bible study leaders ask,

      A more fully mature, high-level-doctrine…Prophet?

            Is selling End-Times-Ink-Blot Projected FEAR,

                  Spirits under bible texts packaged… together,

                        Sight-increasing… or audience-blinding?

                                    Are shenanigans… ameliorating?

                                                Is really bad: really good?

                                                      Why isn’t bad: good?

                                                            Would a prophet?

                                                                  Know these…

                                                                        Answers?

 

Why do not seminar, church and bible study leaders ask,

      A more fully mature, high-level-doctrine…Prophet?

            Is selling Prosperity-Give-to-Get-Weird GREED,

                  Spirits under bible texts packaged… together,

                        Sight-increasing… or audience-blinding?

                              Does it feed or blind & deafen sheep?

                                    Are shenanigans… ameliorating?

                                                Is really bad: really good?

                                                      Why isn’t bad: good?

                                                            Would a prophet?

                                                                  Know these…

                                                                        Answers?


Why do not seminar, church and bible study leaders ask,

      A more fully mature, high-level-doctrine…Prophet?

            Is Selling Emergent Hyper-Grace  LAZINESS,

                  Spirits under bible texts packaged… together,

                        Sight-increasing… or audience-blinding?

                              Does it feed or blind & deafen sheep?

                                    Are shenanigans… ameliorating?

                                                Is really bad: really good?

                                                      Why isn’t bad: good?

                                                            Would a prophet?

                                                                  Know these…

                                                                        Answers?

   

Why do not seminar, church and bible study leaders ask,

      A more fully mature, high-level-doctrine…Prophet?

            Are show, hypnotism, misdirection, $uggestion,

                  Spirits under bible texts packaged… together,

                        Sight-increasing… or audience-blinding?

                              Does it feed or blind & deafen sheep?

                                    Are shenanigans… ameliorating?

                                                Is really bad: really good?

                                                      Why isn’t bad: good?

                                                            Would a prophet?

                                                                  Know these…

                                                                        Answers?

 

Why do not seminar, church and bible study leaders ask,

      A more fully mature, high-level-doctrine…Prophet?

            Is Selling Formulaic, Over-Emotional Seminar,

                  Spirits under bible texts packaged… together,

                        Sight-increasing… or audience-blinding?

                              Does it feed or blind & deafen sheep?

                                    Are shenanigans… ameliorating?

                                                Is really bad: really good?

                                                      Why isn’t bad: good?

                                                            Would a prophet?

                                                                  Know these…

                                                                        Answers?

 

Why do not seminar, church and bible study leaders ask,

      A more fully mature, high-level-doctrine…Prophet?

            Answer: Christian leaders absolutely do know!

                  Yes, they already know the answers to such,

                        Fear, Greed & Laziness are dirty spirits,

                              Not of heaven, they are, but of hell,

                                    Truth:  leaders studiously avoid,

                                                Pride’s tribe is now void,

                                                      Behold, prophet says,

                                                            See: In That Day,

                                                                  Just the good,

                                                                        Are good!



And… Another Hyper-Grace Scandal and Implosion? 

By Robert Winkler Burke 775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings.

Copyright 12/04/18

 

(“No man can be the judge in his own case.” –  James Madison) 

(“When I return, will I find faith?” – Jesus)

(“Trust the Plan.” – Q)

  

Another scandal, another implosion,              

      Well, you get them by the dozen?              (In That Day?)

Another non-dom moral erosion,                    

      How to correct witch’s coven?                  (Do they say?)

 

You can’t correct a sleeping church non-dom,

      Whose pastor has dramatically imploded?

Non-doms know their doctrine ain’t wrong!

      Their wrong doxie is never unloaded?

 

Married pastor slept with pretty wife,

      Of pastor number two?                             (More Doctrine-Driven Difficulty?)

Adultery in doctrine manifests in life?

      What a howdy-do?                                    (What say the Priesthood Royalty?)

 

Hyper-Grace pastors preach and pray with hands in pants?

      Hyper-Grace pastors sell dope, if given chance?

Married Hyper-Grace pastors risk the old adultery dance?

      Hyper-Grace pastors might with the dead romance?

 

Ask the grossly overstaffed pastors,

      Stunned by moral failure, how to stop the next disasters?

“We haven’t a clue!” say these Masters,

      Who ignore more than anything: life’s lessons faster?

 

Is there a way up and out? Not Hyper-Grace, but a truer way up and out?

      Provided by God at great, and hard-won cost?

Yes!  Learn “In That Day Teachings,” oh incurious, rigid pastor louts,

      Or God’s sweet moment of correction is lost!

 

What are “In That Day Teachings?” you ask,

      Already of a mind to say to them, “NO” and “NO?”

They are a magnum opus Rosetta stone task,

      Learn, then, prayers answered, answered: just so!

 

Pastors say, We cannot believe in correction!

      NO:to In That Day Teachings!  Tho hit by implosion, pride won’t cave in!

Pastors say, No change! That is our erection!

      In That Day Teachings are too ribald! We are Graced-Saints, amen! Amen?

 

Hyper-Grace saints imploding, this place, that place, another place, here & there,

      Never self-correct, never change, never dare? So incurious, they never dare?

Too hateful of orthodoxy, hateful of seeing what’s in front of noses everywhere,

      In That Day Teachings prove always true over time, but they don’t care?

 

Forgive your pastor, oh beat up ones,

      Forgive, but learn denouement’s powerful, profound teachings “In That Day!”

Either: uphold truth or doctrinal cons,

      You will manifest devils or Christ, implosions or amelioration, God does say.


Is Free Stuff from Above Best?  Or Direct Sharing of Extra?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/04/18

 

(“No man can be the judge in his own case.” –  James Madison) 

(“When I return, will I find faith?” – Jesus)

(John the Baptist said if you have extracoat or food, you know what to do.)

  

Three thousand years into the future…  minus seventy-five,

Transformers, five-thousand, met on Cybertron barely alive.

 

Low on ammo, low on nuclear-blue-energy robot pellet-pills,

Optimus Prime prayed to the Original Creator re various ills.

 

“Original Creator,” prayed the sentient, self-configuring, robotic lifeform,

“We pray your Son’s story of sharing bread and fish, so glad He was born!”

 

With that, like a wise bridesmaid OP put his ammo and pills on piles stable,

And about half the others did likewise as were “also wise bridesmaid” able.

 

Next, the five-thousand walked by and ammo’d and robot-pellet-pilled up!

Meanwhile, on the other side of planet, Decepticons mourned empty cup!

 

Megatron, with five-thousand Decepticons, prayed,

“Original Creator, A fine situation we have made!

 

“We are low on precious ammo and sorely need nuclear-blue-energy pellet-pills,

“I have a little ammo and five pellet-pills – multiply them, if You please will?”

 

“As we have heard in your Son’s long ago, ancient story!

“We want all something for nothing: Your Son’s glory!”

 

Well, the Decepticons got no multiplication from the Creator whatsoever!

The wise bridesmaid robots among them shared nothing, nothing: never!

 

They did give a rather substantial amount of robot Do-Re-Mi,

To Decepticon, who used it, first taking his cut cor – rect – ly!

 

But in the end, the astute Transformers, kind in victory, of course: won!

The Decepticons’ battle over self and self-deception… had just begun!



Jump, I’ll Catch You!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/20/18

 

(“No man can be the judge in his own case.” –  James Madison) 

(“When I return, will I find faith?” – Jesus)

(“Trust the Plan.” – Q)

  

Jump, I’ll catch you,

      Me, just five, heard my daddy say,

Jump, I’ll catch you,

      Then, and then!  He went away.

 

Yes, a VERY strange dad was he,

      He said the same thing to my mom, his wife,

Jump, I’ll catch you, Mon Cheri,

Then, and then!  He went away (What strife!)

 

You gotta always have,

      Our dad told us, a good Plan B,

You gotta always have,

      A skeptical mind, can you see?

You want to make it in this big world,

      Think: How am I now being used?

Love every man, woman, boy and girl,

      But stay smart and unconfused!

 

They’re going to, I guarantee it,

      Going to put you in a bad-for-youdeal!

God love you if you can see it!

      Do not let theirbad, your future steal!

 

Dad died early, but – oh my!– very rich,

      Mom didn’t lose a penny, she doubled it right quick!

Wolves and scam artists, she gave the nix!

      She always used dad’s “Jump, I’ll catch you” quip!

 

Mom’s now been passed away gone,

      Oh, about twenty-five years…

Now I’m the double rich one,

      My eyes have happy tears!

 

I’m busy teaching the old get-your-plan-Blesson,

      Sons, daughters, grandchildren: open ears and listen!

Jump, I’ll catch you! (With you I’m messing!)

      If you can’t trust me?  Huh?Keep victory’ mission!

 

Think for yourselves, love!

      God and heaven smile above!

Who has the MOSTlove?

      Dad? Mom? God above?

 

Jump-Jump-Jump.  And jump well!

      In this world, you can never tell,

Jump! Will it be on Earth… hell?

      Plan B, C, D, E… ring the bell!

 

Better than always losing,

      And saying, Oh well,

Plan A to Z choosing,

      Avoids Pell-mell!

 

Jump! Beloved,

      One, but jump with smart plans and rightly!

Jump! Beloved,

      Skeptic, but jump with kindness: mightily!



Lord, Show Me a Sign Hyper-Grace Is… or Isn’t True!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/17/18

 

 

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

 

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

 

Lord, show me a sign hyper-grace is… or isn’t  true!

      I prayed, I prayed… to the Lord who’s not new,

He said, Look at Hyper-Grace Churches: You will rue!

That Hyper-Grace Churches ever said, It can do.

 

The only thing hyper-grace can ever do,

      Is prove Mark 16:20 to the 180 degrees negative,

Wherever the gospel isn’t preached true,

      Vulgar and gross bad happens: for eyes relative.

 

Proving once and forever,

      Hyper-grace – by Mark 16:20 signs – isn’t true,

And proving once as ever,

      In That Day Teachings say, Pastors cannot rue.

 

No, Pastors never, ever repent,

      Of their most vulgar and gross… clericalism blinding dance,

Pastors honor no prophet sent,

      Google, oh dumb pastors, “Why do men put hands in pants?”

 

Open eyes, oh pastors who preach Jesus’ beatific Beatitudes,

      You read scripture: Jesus sat and you always then hypocritically stand,

You read scripture: Pray in closet, but then pray to multitudes,

      Try doing what scripture says, if prophets sent you, you reprimand?

 

It just isn’t smart,

      To preach and pray in front of audience with hands in pants,

So it’s God’s art,

      To teach you there are prophets giving you a second chance.




When God puts a Prophet into a Threshold Moment!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/04/18

  

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

 

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

 

God’s screenwriters, they were gathering,

      Before the coming storm,

No time wasted…none of their blathering,

      It was NOT the norm!

 

He’s lost almost everything, everything indeed!

His prophetic school burned up in creed!

He’s lost even next year’s crop seed!

Our prophet on earth: in need!

Given a monumental mead!

This shenanigan steed?

This NLP breed?

Will he heed?

God’s lead?

 

They said in unison, God’s screenwriters all huffing,

About this earth-bound prophet in God’s oven,

Like other prophets teaching NLP coven,

He loved cheap audience control given,

No rebukes stopped his cheap livin’,

This “Howmanyofyou?” maven,

With Audience-Control ravin,

Road to hell him pavin’,

Heaven obeying,

Prophet naying

Truth braying

All praying… 

 

Could this prophet see, really have eyes to see?

      That shenanigan-taught sheep are a corrupt politician’s delight?

Could this prophet repent on bended knee,

      Corrupt church makes corrupt state where none are right?

 

That using psycho-audience control in church burns and blinds souls?

      Who are then enlisted by state to vote yea for its evil ghouls?

Who ignore then: civilization’s fire, flood or disaster protection,

      So then city and state burn or flood down, a stupid confection?

 

Even worse, yes, even worse,

      Each time a stubborn prophetic ministry refuses to change to better course,

State on purpose, of course,

      Invites or starts fires-floods, to get at Federal Funding’s unstopped source?

 

Evil begets evil!

      Oh, stupid and course and undignified prophets of audience manipulation,

Evil begets evil!

      Clean up your prophetic schools, stop the wiles, stop conning population.

 

He’s lost almost everything, everything indeed!

His prophetic school burned up in creed!

He’s lost even next year’s crop seed!

Our prophet on earth: in need!

Given a monumental mead!

This shenanigan steed?

This NLP breed?

Will he heed?

God’s lead?

 

They said in unison, God’s screenwriters all huffing,

About this earth-bound prophet in God’s oven,

Like other prophets teaching NLP coven,

He loved cheap audience control given,

No rebukes stopped his cheap livin’,

This “Howmanyofyou?” maven,

With Audience-Control ravin,

Road to hell him pavin’,

Heaven obeying,

Prophet naying

Truth braying

All praying… 

 

God’s screenwriters were hugely betting,

      This time the flood, the fire, the whatever would work!

Others questioned the prophet’s vetting,

      No, he’s full of self, ears plugged… a regular jerk?

 

After putting huge sums on the line, how are the angels betting, they wondered?

      What does God the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit actually, right now say?

This prophet on earth, who uses NLP & sham seminar to get money laundered?

      Will he choose jet trips, hobbling conferences or Teachings of In That Day?

 

Will he choose truth,

      Or teach milky audience control, fetching same ball… like dog named Rover?

Will he choose truth,

      A thing that he, as a prophet, knows something about!  For him, is truth over?


Don’t be men without chests,

      Do what’s best,

So then, let right be done,

      Prophetic son.




One Last Chance?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/02/18

 

 

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

 

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

 

The lava explodes, the wind howls,

      And still, they will not believe?

The fires burn, the area floods,

      And still, they won’t grieve?

 

They will not grieve of preaching milk,

      Long after its sell past-due date time?

They’re rigid  ….  they willfully: bilk,

      They despise In That Day’s rhyme?

 

They will not redeem the time,

      As their time of rancid-milk-be-spoiled… redemption draws nigh?

Higher truth they pantomime,

      Truth, In That Day Teachings and Christ-in-You they can’t buy?

 

Shall the Lord send these,

      Prophets rain to flood their land?

Shall the Lord send these,

      Prophets fire to burn fellow man?

 

Shall the Lord send these,

      Prophets untimely death in prime stand?

Shall the Lord send these,

      Prophets proof: they don’t understand?

 

Honor unto whom honor is due,

      In That Day Teachings warned church and state: corrupted,

When will milk prophets be thru,;;

      With uber-supercilious self-praise only by God interrupted?

 

They know not the innumerable dangers,

      Corrupt church proffers corrupt state,

These baby prophet (no power) rangers,

      Can’t redeem time for their own sake!

 

An ocean of true tears,

      Has been cried over prophets: babyish… proud and babyish,

They burn their years,

      At hobbling conferences: lavish-obsequious, not maybe-ish.

 

Wake up mine prophets,

      Wake up now to In That Day!

“No, we’ll make profits,”

      Is all… God hears them say.

 

The lava explodes, the wind howls,

      And still, they will not believe?

The fires burn, the area floods,

      And still, they won’t grieve?

 

They will not grieve of preaching milk,

      Long after its sell past-due date time?

They’re rigid  ….  they willfully: bilk,

      They despise In That Day’s rhyme?

 

They will not redeem the time,

      As their time of rancid-milk-be-spoiled… redemption draws nigh?

Higher truth they pantomime,

      Truth, In That Day Teachings and Christ-in-You they can’t buy?

 

Nevertheless, The Great Awakening,

      Via Q, via Trump, via In That Day Teachings and Truth marches on,

The Storm causes a great shaking,

      As baby prophet ministries, are given one last chance… before gone.

 

“We have one last chance?”

      Respond prophetic ministers across the land,

“We’d rather die in milk,

      Than learn meat, hear our righteous stand!”

 

I hear your rebellious stand,

      Milk prophets, I hear it fine well enough,

Also…my prophets grand,

      But we don’t want your lives so tough!

 

“In Milk, as self-satisfied, loud prophets,

      We are okay, and all know this!

Our seminars make sanctified profits,

      Who is God to interrupt bliss?”

 

The lava explodes, the wind howls,

      And still, they will not believe?

The fires burn, the area floods,

      And still, they won’t grieve?

 

They will not grieve of preaching milk,

      Long after its sell past-due date time?

They’re rigid  ….  they willfully: bilk,

      They despise In That Day’s rhyme?

 

They will not redeem the time,

      As their time of rancid-milk-be-spoiled… redemption draws nigh?

Higher truth they pantomime,

      Truth, In That Day Teachings and Christ-in-You they can’t buy?

 

Know ye not, oh scornful, blind prophets,

      That corrupt church causes corrupt state?  

Fires and floods can be kept in dockets,

      When state isn’t corrupt nor church: late.  

 

Church is late,

      Because shenanigan audience control, by prophets, is sold via NLP so bold,

Sin is great,

      In these weird prophetic schools, laid low by catastrophe, by cause of olde.

 

Huckster, shill-selling, shenanigan-loving audience manipulators,

      Always sell themselves as prophets,

Until disaster lays them and area low, all needing defibrillators,

      In That Day Teachings are rockets… 

 

Rockets to truth,

      Rockets to blessed Christ-in-You,(Your choice, what will you do?)

Rockets to Q,

      Rockets to liberty without rue.                  (Your choice, what will you do?)




This is the Event Mankind Has Been Waiting For!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/13/18

  

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

 

This is the event,

      Mankind has been waiting for!

Straighten what’s bent,

      Nothing less, nothing more!

 

Is it Q?  Is it Trump?

      Is it the growing aware: anonymous Anons?

Can you see, chump?

      Much like the mouse: Beloved Algernon?

 

What is the event,

      Mankind has been (so long!)waiting for?

A man being sent,

      A singular Christ, who came before?

 

Nay, not that, a thousand times nay,

      Have you not heard… the indwelling: “In That Day?”

And its teachings?  (Never gainsay!)

      Yet and even so, what does Christ-in-You now say?

 

Christ-in-You (wise in all ways)says,

      You are all late!  LATE!  Spelled: L – A – T – E,  Late!

Honor unto whom honor is due says,

      Milk unto milk: rancid.  Meat unto meat: whose fate?

 

Grow up and be mature,

      Oh no, LORD!  God, No! Anything but that?

Then die, die immature?

      Heaven smells not mice, but mostly: ugly rat!

 

What is the great big event,

      All creation groans (with milk-men) for the revealing… waiting: what for?

Christ-in-You equivalent,

      Learn In That Day Teachings, oh Bent Ones: get thyselves unbent: more.

 

You mean, the great big event,

      Is: Christ-in-You comesin us?  He returns thus and so:in us?

Yes, in meat,in mature event,

      Not milk.  Love: “In That Day Teachings.”  Anon get on: bus!


Non-Profit Hedge Funds, Masquerading as Church Idiocracies?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/18/18

 

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

 

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

 

A billion is the new million, if not a trillion,

      That’s a revolutionary: million times a million!

Ask me for truth… Truth if your willin’!

      What is Evolutionary Church… really swillin’?

 

What end game… is “Evangelical-Church-Village-Elevation” about?

      What makes “Life-Redemption-Whatever-Name” shout?

A rose by any other Bizarro name... smells just as sweet!

      “Evo-Church” wants to be a hedge fund. Ain’t that neat?

 

A non-profit hedge fund, masquerading as church megalopolises,

      Will, sure enough, fill wing tanks of Gulf G-6 fly bosses!

What will they do, after building village campuses & satellites out?

      “Fund the Hedge Fund!”… time for the entrained to shout?

 

That’s a mighty big fund job,

      To contemplate!

What’s the major con job?

      (Not second rate?)

 

It’s the conning-est, clever con job,

      Man has ever found!

To slaughter sheep’s… front lobe,

      Ever so profound!

 

Forget big prosperity pimping,

      That’s as old as the hills!

Forget rapture conniption-ing,

      That won’t fill the tills!

 

Nay rather, it’s Malaprop-Stage Left-Right Hypnotism!

      For all we are worth!

Showmanship, Misdirection, plus Over-giving Schisms,

      Oh, what great mirth!

 

Start with Malaprop-shock clothing, saying or action,

      Then hypnotism’s left-right pendulum maxim,

Then misdirection’s whispered prayer, “God, They don’t get it!”

      Odd, they never do “get it”… Sheep’s money? We bleed it!

 

We bleed… we suck out!

      The lives of beloved sheep!

Hedge funds we’re about!

      Hedge funds ain’t cheap!

 

And… In That Day Teachings and Christ-in-You?

      Well, forget all that!

We’re busiest teams on the planet!  Being: so true!

      Wearing: white hat!

 

We’re not like…

      “Morals are relative” media – continually lying!

We’re not like…

      “Morals are relative” politicos – continually lying!

We’re not like…

      “Morals are relative” educators – continually lying!

We’re not like…

      “Morals are relative” In That Day Teachings – continually lying?

 

Now did you see what we did there?

      We did it with flair!

We are hedge funds… self-unaware!

      Nothing to beware?

 

This explains our insatiable, egregious, shock: appetites,

      For NLP lies, for cash, adulation and executive jet flights!

Warn us, oh In That Day Teachings? Warn us you might?

      We win! Christ-in-You loses.  Yes, we win all our fights!

 

Even if… In That Day Teachings,

      Have the most irrefutable, prescient, all-powerful: Christ-in-You love!

A trillion… has far reachings!

      It prevents all recompense & requite… from God’s heaven above?

 

Yet and still, we fear neither man nor God,

      As we chase after the deception-ruled world!

Yet and still, are the elect scantily shod?

      When their brains intelligently get unfurled?

 

The eyes cannot see,

      What the brain does not yet… understand,

In That Day’s for thee,

      Christ-in-You is for you!  He is the man!

 

Eyes hath not seen,

      Ears hath not, even so, heard!

In That Day: clean!

      Denouement… the Word!


How Bizarro-Bespoke Pastors Switched to Blazers, In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/14/18

 

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

 

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

  

So, Okay, the Reformed Clown Brigade says…

      If we can’t be: Bizarro-Audience-Insulting attired,           (i.e. NLP wired?)

            We’ll wear blazers!  Respectful blazers, or ties and suits, we’ll wear!

God help us to see light... In That: These Days,

      We’ll admit, of being Satan’s clowns: we’re tired!           (It backfired!)

            Blazers, we’ll wear to honor In That Day’s Truths and God… fear!

 

Because the planet has 100,000 nukes,

      Enough to make red-molten… this entire planet’s surface!

            ‘Cause church-state deception has brazen-ruled helm too much!

We’ll admit church has been run by pukes,

      In love with NLP’s witch-crafty: non-prophetic purchase,

            We vigorously now flush down drain… swampy lies and such!

 

Eight things we seen now happening,

      Eight things which couldn’t happen before,

We have chance to good be mapping,

      To be great, to be utmost good once more.

 

First: See!  With spiritual eyes: SEE, spiritually HEAR and truly see!

Second: Repent massively… cry an ocean and another ocean… of tears!

Third: Excise all bad doxies… Goodbye to rapture and prosperity fears!

Fourth: Get in: good, truths high and eternal, to let Christ-in-You be!

Fifth: Honor unto Whom Honor is due. Spit NOT on…In That Day Teachings!

Sixth: Let God’s True Trinity have wiggle room to, in you… be!

Seventh: Christ-in-You! Bless those in whom God is… you see!

Eighth: Do all done in Maturity and Love’s Prudence, verify God’s “reachings!”

 

So, Okay, the Reformed Clown Brigade says…

      If we can’t be: Bizarro-Audience-Insulting attired,           (i.e. NLP wired?)

            We’ll wear blazers!  Respectful blazers, or ties and suits, we’ll wear!

God help us to see light... In That: These Days,

      We’ll admit, of being Satan’s clowns: we’re tired!           (It backfired!)

            Blazers, we’ll wear to honor In That Day’s Truths and God… fear!

 

Because the planet has 100,000 nukes,

      Enough to make red-molten… this entire planet’s surface!

            ‘Cause church-state deception has brazen-ruled helm too much!

We’ll admit church has been run by pukes,

      In love with NLP’s witch-crafty: non-prophetic purchase,

            We vigorously now flush down drain… swampy lies and such!

 

Eight things we seen now happening,

      Eight things which couldn’t happen before,

We have chance to good be mapping,

      To be great, to be utmost good once more.

 

First: See!  With spiritual eyes: SEE, spiritually HEAR and truly see!

Second: Repent massively… cry an ocean and another ocean… of tears!

Third: Excise all bad doxies… Goodbye to rapture and prosperity fears!

Fourth: Get in: good, truths high and eternal, to let Christ-in-You be!

Fifth: Honor unto Whom Honor is due. Spit NOT on…In That Day Teachings!

Sixth: Let God’s True Trinity have wiggle room to, in you… be!

Seventh: Christ-in-You! Bless those in whom God is… you see!

Eighth: Do all done in Maturity and Love’s Prudence, verify God’s “reachings!”



The Weak-minded, Their Masters and In That Day Teachings

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/10/18

 

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.))

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

 

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”))

 

 

The NLP-conning weak-minded masters,     (always taking advantage!)

      Sell rotten dead fish, fish from bellies of rotten dead whales,

Folks eat the putrefied-conning disasters,       (not seeing their vantage?)

      Buying no fresh fish, fresh fish with no death-making ails.

 

The weak-minded die,

      Unaware, uninformed by their weak-minded masters,

Don’t ask masters why,

      In That Day it’s always like this, only faster, faster!

 

In That Day says,

      Wakeup weak-minded masters, there’s fresh fish to be caught,

Weak-minded masters say,

      We must kill folk like you. We always do just what we ought!

 

In all of history, do the weak-minded,

      Always need bullying and ravaging by weakminded masters?

And… are all prophets we find dead?

      Or have some shown the path to higher and higher pastures?

 

The NLP weak-minded masters,         (always taking advantage!)

      Sell rotten dead fish from bellies of rotten dead whales,

Folk eat the the evil disasters,              (not seeing their vantage?)

      Until they SEE! … and begin loving In That Day’s tales!

 

You have been warned one thousand times, oh weak-minded masters,

      You have been one thousand times generously warned!

Wake up or become rotten, plague-inflicted, cut mid-career: disasters,

      By your own dishonorable deeds: generously harmed!

 

God would that all seers wake up,

      To disception’s deeds brazenly done,

Confess all bad, all bad throw up,

      Welcome Christ-in-You, God’s son.

 

In That Day Teachings speak of all this,

      In almost every poem,

God’s gift to humankind’s future bliss,

      A magnum opus tome!

 

Millions of people pray every day,

      For a sight-increasing epic tome as is this,

In That Day Teachings: hurray?

      Temporal minds can receive eternal bliss!

 

It’s hard to inject what’s eternal,

      In the horribly compromised, temporal church world,

Leaders, it’s good, not infernal!

      Wake up to the light. Be cleansed. Let Christ unfurl!

 

Enough with the naysaying,

      Enough with trying to, of In That Day Teachings, gainsay it,

It’s the answer to praying,

      When answers come, thru denouement, who can hurray it?

 

The NLP weak-minded masters,         (always taking advantage!)

      Sell rotten dead fish happily from bellies of rotten dead whales,

Folks eat these putrid disasters,           (not seeing their vantage?)

      Buying no fresh fish, receiving their masters’ death-mind  ails.



Do Three Cabals Rule the Evangelical Church World?

  (And Can the Modern-Day Wittenburg Door Post be Found?)  

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/04/18

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.)

Do Three Cabals Rule the Evangelical Church World?  (And can the modern-day Wittenburg Door post be found?)     [1/05/2018]

 

Would these cabals be the Seeker Cabal, the Preacher Cabal and the Meeting Cabal?

 

What do the following three poems, which address the Seeker, the Preacher and the Meeting Cabal mindset, say about such milk?

 

Is it time for a class discussion?  Should we put on the Krell Thinking Cap Machine?  Why? To break out of milk into steak and In That Day Teachings' revelations redounding unto Christ-in-You?  Is it time to honor that which is honorable?

 

Shouldn't seminaries and theological universities be in ACTION mode... attempting to stop graduates from forgetting the Greek, the Latin and the Hebrew... and instead absorbing and out-competing each other with Neuro-Linguistic Programming shenanigans foisted upon unwitting, unbeknownst, innocent, soon-to-be-financially-robbed-via-mind-slaughter sheep?

 

The answer so far, is that professors at theological universities simply do not have the mind space to think or act above the milk level?  Do seminary leaders believe nothing can change, and passively watch graduates become audience manipulator masters?

 

There is ascendency in Christianity, despite milk methods and manners taught at universities.  Have faith for it.  It is a restoration!

 

See www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

And see and discuss the following three poems, which address the modern day Seeker Cabal, Preacher Cabal and Meeting Cabal.

 

Leaders with keen insight... might: Weep.  Wail. And Howl.  Then believe there is a higher path than to teach (more or less) the Greek-Latin-Hebrew... and then do everything to your consciences to disbelieve that your graduates quickly chuck all that, and devour the dark arts of Neuro-Linguistic Programming audience control.  "In That Day Teachings" are a brilliant magnum opus designed to help three to five percent of the entire set of milk churches... to be ascendent and promulgating Christ-in-You.  The other 97% of churches stay in milk.  It appears God wants 3-5% of churches (and seminaries) to be ascendent in Christ-in-You.

 

Isn't it time to return intelligence into church preaching?  Where there is more intelligence, there is less slavery.  Where there is more dumbing down... there is more slavery.  State, via Progressive Education, supplies its dumbing down and slavery.  Church, so far, seems to encourage its leaders to supply its own brand of dumbing down and slavery.  This is Church and State slavery.

 

When Christ came he said something greater than Solomon was there but nobody noticed.  Has anybody noticed "In That Day Teachings?"  It has a 3,000 year breakthrough on the understanding of the Book of Job.  It has a great revelation that at Christmas time, we can follow the example of seven individuals in Luke 1 and 2 who were filled with the Spirit and most importantly... controlled by the Spirit... in order to avoid kill zones.  This is very mature work.  Lastly, In That Day Teachings explains that Christ returns more or less continually in some individuals who are like unto the bible's "holy saints."  And that this is teachable.

 

So far, leaders in Christianity yawn.  Yawning and crickets is all that can be heard.  In That Day's truths cannot be gainsaid. 

 

The problem is, there is no Wittenburg Door to post anything on.  In fact, there are few minds which would pay attention to anything worthy of comparison to Luther's original genius.  It has been 500 years.  God provides, and he has provided.  A website can be the equivalent to the Wittenburg Door.  That website's name is www.inthatdayteachings.com .  Why have ye no faith?

 

Now it is up to the Gatekeepers to wake from a too deep slumber.  No mortal can make them do it.  They must awaken themselves.

 

Hoping All in Christ,

 

Robert Winkler Burke

17115 Castle Pine Court

Reno, NV  89511

775-690-7293 cell

 

www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

P.S.  Here are the three poems, made to awaken slumbering church minds.  These poems expose the Seeker Cabal, the Preacher Cabal and the Meeting Cabal.  Enjoy, discuss and do contact the author.  Cheers!




What is the Blessed True North… on Preaching?

By Robert Winkler Burke  775-690-7293

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/04/18

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.)

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”)

 

I asked an angel,

      What, in preaching, is the greatest, blessed: True North?

Here's the angle,

      Said Joe, my angel, and your rich-best way to go forth!

 

Your congregants must be puppets on unseen strings,

      Puppets on strings! he said,

Fill their minds with Bizarro, unnatural weird things,

      Making "beknownst" dead,

Malaprop Showmanship, Stage Hypnotism, clever-most things like that!

      Hell... it's full of dread,

Of Left-Right walkers with Misdirection and Suggestion under their hat!

      (This was in Joe's head!)

To give to me, a preacher, innocent as the day is long,

      I wasn't exactly sure where Joe led,

My angel, I think from God, who makes me so strong,

    And keeps our bank accounts fed!

This Neuro-Linguistic Programming Platform?

    Joe, my angel, I asked: Isn't it kind of sad?

It makes men mice! Or some kind of rat form?

      Tell me, my angel, is this preaching bad?

Your preaching text, I tell you, matters not!

      Just say in microphone a whispered prayer: "God, They JUST don't get it!"

At this, sheep must whoop, holler and riot!

      (Continually Joe told me trades of the trickster-ism knowledge within it!)

 

Your congregants must be puppets on unseen strings,

      Puppets on strings! he said,

Fill their minds with Bizarro, unnatural weird things,

      Making "beknownst" dead,

Malaprop Showmanship, Stage Hypnotism, clever-most things like that!

      Hell... it's full of dread,

Of Left-Right walkers with Misdirection and Suggestion under their hat!

      (This was in Joe's head!)

To give to me, a preacher, innocent as the day is long,

      I wasn't exactly sure where Joe led,

My angel, I think from God, who makes me so strong,

      And keeps our bank accounts fed!

Finally, Joe told me the super-important "Nevers..."

      Never honor Christ-in-You, Never stop insulting duped-out audiences!

Never give intelligence anything but big shivers,

      Joe said congregants need to be in full-blown spirit-blinding trances!

 

I am so glad my angel came to equip me,

      This is how he has set millions of us totally free!

This preaching is such spiritual epiphany,

      Now our Church and State have God's harmony!

We Are the Best Preachers in This World, The Next… and Any!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/17/17

 

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.)

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

 

(In That Day of high denouement, God wants “No MSG” churches, which is to say, “No Mesmerizing, No Shenanigans and No (brazen, sinful, ugly) Gall.”)

 

Well, we are the utmost, best preachers,

     In This World, the Next and (Believe Us!)… Any! Wow!

(Shh! We use NLP as dark art teachers,)

     Our Prime Directive: We refuse to ever tell you how!

 

We start always with a malapropism,

     That’s a glaring error, shock clothing or uber-bizarre action,

We insert our strange reality schism,

     For our financial (follow the money, honey) satisfaction!

 

That’s the NLP a) Showmanship part,

     Next is b) Stage Hypnotism… the darkest of really dark arts!

Like Hypnotist’s watch fob chain we start,

     Loud-soft; BIG-li’l; huge emotion-tiny; we capture hearts!

 

Yes, Stage Hypnotism we love just the absolute most,

     We walk left-right ‘til your brain is burnt toast!

Sitting… we lean in-out, in-out: our Hypnotoad post!

     And organ keyboard for quiet-Loud… soul roast!

 

Then there’s always c) Misdirection,

     Also a big favorite (take-over-soul) unbeknownst to them: confection!

“The Founders were a godly section!”

     Who cares? So what?  It’s our dear miss, our dear miss: Misdirection!

 

Lastly, the ringer, the stinger, the smart phone ping-er!

     The big missile on our dog whistle finger!

d) Financial Suggestion: Our crypto blinger!

     We get the dollars! A Hum Dinger!

 

And it works with any text! Any text at all!

     The Bible? You bet! Any tales told and told tall!

This NLP dark art works wonders not small,

     Only we have one rule, don’t tell!… lest we fall!

 

Well, we are the utmost, best preachers,

     In This World, the Next and (Believe Us!)… Any! Wow!

 (Shh! We use NLP as dark art teachers,)

     Our Prime Directive: We refuse to ever tell you how!

 

No, an NLP preacher millionaire, billionaire or trillionaire,

     Has only one Prime Directive,

Never let lower-life-form sheep ever read our NLP flair!

     And… we take no corrective!

 

Who has most love?

     In That Day Teachings… or our NLP empires?

And is God above…

     Preparing for one or other… hot-hellfires?

We can’t say,

     Because of our unspoken, but just as important as life itself, Prime Directive,

In That Day?

     Nobody sees, or knows, nothing! We smash Christ-in-You: our imperative!

 

We don’t miss (not at all!) Christ-in-You,

     There’s no “In That Day Teachings” to miss!

We silence all critics!  Wouldn’t you?

     Our world’s perfect!  Nothing too… remiss!

 

We are the best preachers the world’s ever seen!

     And we hate: In That Day Teachings, know what we mean?

We have the greatest love, this R. Burke’s mean!

     We keep getting bigger, and he’s the smallest on any scene!

God, how we do love being, as it were, God!

     There is no other God, since what we do is so bad… he would strike us dead?

Come to think of it, and this is so odd!

     But NLP pastors oft die early – mid-career – is what Burke’s warnings said!

 

Well, we are the utmost, best preachers,

     In This World, the Next and (Believe Us!)… Any! Wow!

 (Shh! We use NLP as dark art teachers,)

     Our Prime Directive: We refuse to ever tell you how!



We Don’t Love Darkness More Than Light!  (Honest!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/13/17 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.)

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

 

Come to our meeting!

     It isn’t hard,

Cash on the barrelhead,

     Or credit card…

 

We don’t love darkness much more than light,

     No sir, oh ministry pard!

Millennials will not figure wrong from right,

     Says the sightless bard!

 

As Master of Ceremonies,

     I lead with my ministry (bankable) ringer,

She brings in the monies!

     Walking left-right, a Hypnotoad singer!

 

But alas, and alack!

     Twenty-thousand giving attendees,

Gave her their back!

     So next up: I put in whom will please!

 

This man yells like cannon fire you cannot believe!

     Thousands of sermons at full bore volume!

You need firearm earmuffs, or your ears’ll grieve!

     He shouts the bible so loud, it ain’t human!

 

But alas, and alack!

     Twenty-thousand giving attendees,

Gave him their back!

     Next up: I put in an NLP Grandee!

 

He starts with spotlight on solitary stool on stage,

     Gets up and puts bible on the stool!

He’s NLP gross, large in charge! It’s the rage!

     He’ll show sheep who’s the fool!

 

But alas, and alack!

     Twenty-thousand giving attendees,

Give him their back!

     Next up, myself! Heaviest of Heavies!

 

I start with Neuro-Linguistic Programming showmanship,

     Then hard-edged religious Stage Hypnotism,

Then misdirection and (surprise!) suggested giving tips!

     I expected results from my Hypnotoad-ism!

 

But alas, and alack!

     Twenty-thousand attendees,

Gave me their back

     I prayed to God, help me!

Come to our meeting!

     It isn’t hard,

Cash on the barrelhead,

     Or credit card…

We don’t love darkness much more than light,

     No sir, oh ministry pard!

Millennials will not figure wrong from right,

     Says the sightless bard!

 

A smart member jumped from the audience,

     And tapped me on the shoulder,

We twenty-thousand have crossed fence,

     To “In That Day,” it’s older!

It’s older, truer and undeniably has more power!

     Christ-in-You it has, have you heard brother?

Yes, all leaders reject those teachings this hour,

     Do we love darkness more’n light, oh bother?

We Evangelical leaders earnestly declare,

     Evermore we hate “In That Day Teachings!”

We’ll never expose our shenanigans bare,

     We rely on our “in-your-pocket reachings!”

 


Go home, you twenty-thousand,

     You’ll get no absolutely refund from us!

We love darkness more’n light, AND,

     We roll “In That Day”… under the bus!

Come to our meeting!

     It isn’t hard,

Cash on the barrelhead,

     Or credit card…

We don’t love darkness much more than light,

     No sir, oh ministry pard!

Millennials will not figure wrong from right,

     Says the sightless bard!

Our go forward axiom?

     Our next, “you can’t miss” huge meeting?

We’ll give it this maxim:

     We’re “Light Lovers!”… our greeting!

 

Yes, our shenanigan answer to these upstarts,

     They brazenly dare ask, “We don’t love darkness more than light?”

We’re light lovers, we say with all our hearts,

     To “In That Day” we say, “IT’S WRONG, WE ARE RIGHT!”


 

John 3: 19 And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.

20 For every one that doeth evil hateth the light, neither cometh to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved.21 But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God.  (KJV Bible)

 

19-21 “This is the crisis we’re in: God-light streamed into the world, but men and women everywhere ran for the darkness. They went for the darkness because they were not really interested in pleasing God. Everyone who makes a practice of doing evil, addicted to denial and illusion, hates God-light and won’t come near it, fearing a painful exposure. But anyone working and living in truth and reality welcomes God-light so the work can be seen for the God-work it is.”  (Message)

 

19 This is the judgment [that is, the cause for indictment, the test by which people are judged, the basis for the sentence]: the Light has come into the world, and people loved the [c]darkness rather than the Light, for their deeds were evil. 20 For every wrongdoer hates the Light, and does not come to the Light [but shrinks from it] for fear that his [sinful, worthless] activities will be exposed and condemned. 21 But whoever practices truth [and does what is right—morally, ethically, spiritually] comes to the Light, so that his works may be plainly shown to be what they are—accomplished in God [divinely prompted, done with God’s help, in dependence on Him]. (Amplified Bible)




In That Day… Ends the End of the World!  Oh Joy!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/09/17 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Hat tip to Lee Ann Womack’s song: “The End of the End of the World.”)

 

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.)

 

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

 

(“Either I’m a fool for asking, or you belong in Hollywood.” – L. A. Womack)

 

 

Even right now, today, pastors are in monotone: hour-after-hour yelling,

     They are of entirely WRONG, (it gets them high?) low spirit,

As if they were football coaches in loser locker room at half time selling,

     Brainless-ZOMBIE unction.  With a sigh… audience bears it.

 

Not motivating…

     Audience is undeniably, clearly, absolutely: bored as hell,

Not noticing…

     The mutually agreed upon stupor-desolation’s: bad smell.

 

In That Day… Beatifically Ends the Unholy End of the World,

     Brother: We have all got terrific, great jobs to do!

Fear, end times inkblot imaginings: let’s no longer unfurl,

     Rather: Learn steak not milk!  And Christ-in-You!

 

Who’ll be the one,

     Who opens up?

Who’ll be the one,

     Who fills cup?

 

Line upon line, here a little, there a little,

     Not milk’s too-well-known: those infant milking at the breast: old stories,

Higher lines, precepts, memes un-riddled,

     Delivers – SURPRISE! SURPRISE! – Christ-in-You being: new glories!

 

In That Day… Beatifically Ends the Unholy End of the World,

     Brother: We have all got terrific, great jobs to do!

Fear, end times inkblot imaginings: let’s no longer unfurl,

     Rather: Learn steak not milk!  And Christ-in-You!

 

Who can believe milk church is stuck in an endless-loop, Isaiah 28, ugly milk rut?

     Isaiah 28 explains “In That Day’s” milk infinity breakout… but,

Milkman, by definition, is blind and a vengeful, un-crack-able nut,

     Milkman prays with crowd for eyes to see, but both need deep cuts to cut!

 

Religious pride, given heaven-directed spiritual scourge,

     Is the process giving eyes of the blind to see!

Steak lines and precepts’ higher pedagogy does merge,

     With Christ-in-You to, in effect, as Jedi: be!

 

In That Day… Beatifically Ends the Unholy End of the World,

     Brother: We have all got terrific, great jobs to do!

Fear, end times inkblot imaginings: let’s no longer unfurl,

     Rather: Learn steak not milk!  And Christ-in-You!

 

Hence, at proper: steak level (God-quick-now imbued: so much!) Christianity,

     A leader can’t possibly yell at audience for thousands of zombie-fied hours,

In fact, an In That Day level audience quick calls a stop to such mere insanity,

     Proud pastors, now honor to whom honor is due: to that be humble bowers.

 

Christ returns in man,

     Man returns to sanity in quick-come Jedi steak-like Christ,

In That Day, oh man,

     The End of the End of the World: ends Christ’s milk heist!

 

 

 

 

P. S. Eric Voeglin said that what made Western Society great was that its best people were open to higher ground.  Perhaps they learned the lesson from Moses who, of course, was open to higher ground.  Are pastors today open?  Not yet?

 

These poems are more breadcrumbs for Algernon.  Will that stupid, obtuse, willingly blind mouse ever wake up, after praying a zillion prayers asking God, begging God: to wake up?  Algernon, to date, can’t honor another soul?  Algernon only honors God (never a man?)… But God sends Algernon a man to wake him up!  Will Algernon wake up before death?  Many blind prophets have died still blind!  Will Algernon die with the same-old-same-old prayer on his lips:  “GOD, WAKE ME UP BUT STOP SENDING ME PROPHETIC POEMS DESIGNED TO WAKE ME UP!  WAKE ME UP, BUT GOD DON’T YOU DARE WAKE ME!”

 

Many Prophets and Prophetic Pastors (and their ministries) have died, and are dying, even now, with this prayer, or reasonless facsimile, on their lips. – rwb  12/10/2017

    

Can Restore-All Usher in the Next, New: God Thing?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/17/17 www.inthatdayteachings.com

(Hat tip to The Beatles: Abbey Road’s The End: “And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love… you make.”)

(Unless you say, Blessed is he (or she) that comes in the name (and nature) of the Lord, I say unto you your house shall remain desolate (of God… and you will be blind as a bat, spiritually speaking, as you spit on those whom Christ indwells.)

(…Popularity contests are not truth contests… Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

A can of Restore-All,

     Is needed this season!

A can of Restore-All,

     Restores all reason!

 

It’s not too bitter,

     It’s not too sweet!

By ounce or liter,

     It can’t be beat!

 

Apply it on skin,

     Shake it on head!

Help it get in,

     And keep soul fed!

 

Restore-All,

     While hard to open up!

Restore-All,

     Puts smiles in your cup!

 

I was chasing the shiny, next new: God thing,

     And I was chasing it hard!

Getting in its pipeline would bring me bling,

     I wanted it all, not shard!

 

Is it clever NLP and showmanship, stage hypnotism, misdirection and suggestion?

     Hasn’t it been done many times before?

Is it: “Say there are no facts, only opinions” and more brain-screw machinations?

     Is this not why: the world’s a whore?

 

Is it back-to-basics, uber-fundamentalism?

     Man, we gatekeeper overlords sure can easily: gatekeeper-overlord with that!

Is it Emergent future pretense fatalism?

     God knows those dweeb punk-lords can easily: dweeb punk-lord with that!

 

God said, STOP!

     It’s none of those ancient, witchy things!

All is a FLOP!

     But that which Christ-in-You brings!

 

A can of Restore-All,

     Is needed this season!

A can of Restore-All,

     Restores all reason!

 

It’s not too bitter,

It’s not too sweet!

     By ounce or liter,

It can’t be beat!

 

Apply it on skin,

     Shake it on head!

Help it get in,

     And keep soul fed!

 

Restore-All,

     While hard to open up!

Restore-All,

     Puts smiles in your cup!

 

What is this Christ-in-You?

     I’ve never met the man!

He’s been all around you,

     Be humble, if you can!

 

Christ-in-You is straight up truth,

     Not fear nor ruse, but power, love and a sound mind,

Shenanigans: you must forsooth!

     And you will be pleasantly surprised at what you find.

 

It’s not precisely what,

     But the Who (and just Who that is) you find,

Restore-All is brought,

     By the non-rube, un-shenaniganized: mind.

 

 

Yet, the gatekeeper next-new-God-thing chasers,

     They will not easily believe it!

All along they have been Christ-in-You erasers,

     Man, how they will grieve it!

 

A can of Restore-All,

     Is needed this season!

A can of Restore-All,

     Restores all reason!

 

It’s not too bitter,

     It’s not too sweet!

By ounce or liter,

     It can’t be beat!

 

Apply it on skin,

     Shake it on head!

Help it get in,

     And keep soul fed!

 

Restore-All,

     While hard to open up!

Restore-All,

     Puts smiles in your cup!

 

It turns out that the “morals are relative, everyone has an opinion” rubric,

     Was nothing but the Devil’s biggest lie,

The gatekeeper next-new-God-thing chasers will have to totally puke it,

     Then… avoided truth, thenceforth, buy.

 

Oh, and hardest of all, most hard of all,

     They must honor existent “In That Day Teachings!”

An high-language magnum opus: tall,

     They would rather be bled out dead from leeching!

 

Until the proud, obtuse gatekeepers,

     See the Christ-in-You truth of In That Day,

They’ll be just shenanigan keepers,

     Stopping the next God thing in everyway. 

 

In That Day Teachings,

     Are cans and cans of ameliorating Christ-in-You Restore-All,

In That Day Teachings,

     Are despised by gatekeepers, ‘til “In That Day” then, not at all.



Who IS in Danger… of What?  (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/10/17 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Hat tip to The Beatles: Abbey Road’s The End: “And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love… you make.”)

 

So, no one is in danger,

     Of becoming… a man (or woman) of Miguel de Cervantes’ La Mancha?

Yet… all are in danger,

     AWOL: insouciantly, blissfully, purposely ignorantly: Out to Lunch-a?

 

So, no one is in danger,

     Of taking the red pill: whole?

Yet… all are in danger,

     Of playing Smash-the-Mole?

 

So, no one is in danger,

     Of receiving well-earned honor unto whom… honor is due?

Yet… all are in danger,

     Of being full jaded, yawning, eyes rolling: whoop-de-doo?

 

So, no one is in danger,

     Of becoming a beloved General and Gladiator Maximus-like good man?

Yet… all are in danger,

     Of knowing (how is it that they know?) they can’t… when… they can?

 

So, no one is in danger,

     Of learning ancient, holy, re-discoverable, undeniably: powerful paths?

Yet… all are in danger,

     Of deplatforming , impoverishing, ignoring: God’s existent polymaths?

 

So, no one, absolutely no one, is in danger,

     Of anything? With popular vote in reality-distortion construct, they say?

Yet… are not all, yes everybody, in danger,

     Of ignoring: In That Day, its teachings, and how now it comes, anyway?

 

Christ-in-You is a Waterloo… an: OH - MY – GOD - WATERLOO!

     That is THE danger,

In That Day Teachings are not: enmity, but kind-tough friend to you,

     Don’t be a stranger.


 

Have Non-Correcting Prophets Made Themselves: Inane?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/15/17 www.inthatdayteachings.com 


(It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on his not understanding it.  – Upton Sinclair)

(Sub-taught preachers and prophets believe that: by employing shenanigan techniques while teaching and preaching to audiences, they will not be blinded themselves, nor do they believe they are blinding the people who hear them. But they are wrong.  When a real prophet tries to help them stop these bad things, sub-taught preachers and prophets do not seek the light, but scurry to hide under the lowest rock available to hide under, so great is their fear of light and truth, because these two things redound unto Christ-in-You’s power, love and a sound mind.  A correcting prophet seeks these things for the body of Christ. – rwb)

  

I pray I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     When the pastor puts the bible on his stage butt stool,

I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     When the pastor rudely implies his audience, a fool.


I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     And that gatekeepers don't delete this prayer of prayers,

I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     And become Neuro-Linguistic-Programming: awares!


I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     Showmanship, Stage-Hypnotism, Misdirection and Financial Suggestion,

I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     Prophets correct pastors, they don't impart ear-tickling, candy confection.


I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     Mark Twain said an American is supposed to see cons & to think for himself,

I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     Christ-in-You manifests powerfully in one whosej brain is not idle on shelf.


I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     We are NOT supposed to "amen" every applause-of-men, prophetic-impart speech,

I pray for congregants' eyes to see,,

     How obsequious, mere insanity is attached to Christ's body as bloodsucking leach.


I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     To have the guts to say to Mesmer-izers: No! And again, NO! ... NO! And: NO!

I pray for congregants' eyes to see,

     Today's supercilious, non-correcting prophets are inane... by their own say so.




The Feeling is Pleasurable and Generally Exciting!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/26/17 www.inthatdayteachings.com 

(It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on his not understanding it.  – Upton Sinclair)

(Sub-taught preachers and prophets believe that: by employing shenanigan techniques while teaching and preaching to audiences, they will not be blinded themselves, nor do they believe they are blinding the people who hear them. But they are wrong.  When a real prophet tries to help them stop these bad things, sub-taught preachers and prophets do not seek the light, but scurry to hide under the lowest rock available to hide under, so great is their fear of light and truth, because these two things redound unto Christ-in-You’s power, love and a sound mind.  A correcting prophet seeks these things for the body of Christ. – rwb)

  

The feeling is pleasurable and generally exciting,

     (Gosh, I honestly, really shouldn’t stoop down… to cater to it!)

But I’m a prophetic, shenanigan, overlord preacher,

     I can bear down strong, stutter and mesmerize… who knew it?

 

I can stutter and mesmerize,

     I can ramp up stress and then: BAM! Release it!

Crescendo – pause – CRESCENDO!

     Deer in the headlights looks! … (I seek it!)

 

I seek fame, glory, money and more stuff than all that,

     We’ll build a village campus, not just pass the hat!

I seek impatient success in funding, 100% must pledge,

     Lest any slow down, and see the form I dredge!

 

The feeling is pleasurable and generally exciting,

     (Gosh, I honestly, really shouldn’t stoop down… to cater to it!)

But I’m a prophetic, shenanigan, overlord preacher,

     I can bear down strong, stutter and mesmerize… who knew it?

 

On stage, I put the pages of the bible on my butt stool,

     As I insult my audience with pointed jokes,

I disdain the congregants, as a proud king does fools!

      I entertain no correction – my doctrines are oaks!

 

I must open a prophetic school of ministry,

      Like all the copycat rest I have seen,

We’re not missing Christ-in-You of history,

      I’m the best, the best on God’s scene!

 

The feeling is pleasurable and generally exciting,

     (Gosh, I honestly, really shouldn’t stoop down… to cater to it!)

But I’m a prophetic, shenanigan, overlord preacher,

     I can bear down strong, stutter and mesmerize… who knew it?

 

No real prophet will correct me,

     No, not ever, no: never!

I’m the highest prophet, see?

     I am who I say: clever!

 

I am the son of a son of preachers!

     So NONE can be a better teacher!

Not God, not a true and correcting prophet!

     Any – and all – correction: we mock it!

 

The feeling is pleasurable and generally exciting,

     (Gosh, I honestly, really shouldn’t stoop down… to cater to it!)

But I’m a prophetic, shenanigan, overlord preacher,

     I can bear down strong, stutter and mesmerize… who knew it?

 

We are quite the independent breed,

     We shenanigan-style preachers: each building a campus village!

Of correction… we have no need!

     First our character, then congregants, we destroy and pillage!

 

Does anybody – honestly – have a problem with that?

     Not one publisher, no editor, no gatekeeper, seminary or Evangelical leader!

Only that correcting prophet with black, goblin hat,

     Let’s have a test: who’ll receive in body: Revelation’s plagues, dear reader?

 

 

 

 

On the Eve of JULY FOURTH… Terror Attacks!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/14/17 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Hat tip to Led-Zeppelin IV: all of it played loud. And, thanks Alex Jones.  – rwb)

 

The President signed it,

     After both houses passed it in law,

They would confine it,

     Wrong doers to get: shock and awe.

 

All the military’s jets, in cover of darkness, fast flew!

     Thousands of unmarked, black helos!  (Who knew?)

          Navy vessels, at top speed, plowing foam in dark night,

               Lights-out citizens, scared, having nothing but fright!


Global Elite Progressives chuckling, smoking expensive Cuban cigars,

     Some at posh, five-star resorts in bullet-proofed: million-dollar cars,

          Others at sex with uber-high dollar, East European, tranny-whores,

               More still were eating murdered children, like campfire s’mores.


Seal and SWAT teams suited up, uncountable their vast loads of ammo,

     Bombs in bomb bay doors, created for one thing, that thing: BLAMO!

          Snipers already in redoubts sniping away, one shot – yes, sir – one kill,

               All creation groaning, groaning: for revelations of Revelation still!

 

Dear God protect us! Prayed the following archetypes,

     Preppers locked and loaded, gulped and said, Yipes!

Rapture folk wanted rapture, but diapers: their highest of needs,

     Emergents… searched in vain for Acrostic Armageddon Creeds!

 

Milk Christians everywhere full of fear: yes they feared fear itself: FEAR!

     Being reduced to jelly’s insanity as, HELL for the spineless came near!

Afraid of cops and military men in black, each in black mood, up to no good!

     The four horsemen of the apocalypse galloped as Death’s very own brood!

 

All the military’s jets, in cover of darkness, fast flew!

     Thousands of unmarked, black helos!  (Who knew?)

          Navy vessels, at top speed, plowing foam in dark night,

               Lights-out citizens, scared, having nothing but fright!

 

Global Elite Progressives chuckling, smoking expensive Cuban cigars,

     Some at posh, five-star resorts in bullet-proofed: million-dollar cars,

          Others at sex with uber-high dollar, East European, tranny-whores,

               More still were eating murdered children, like campfire s’mores.

 

Seal and SWAT teams suited up, uncountable their vast loads of ammo,

     Bombs in bomb bay doors, created for one thing, that thing: BLAMO!

Snipers already in redoubts sniping away, one shot – yes, sir – one kill,

     All creation groaning, groaning: for revelations of Revelation still!

 

It was July Fourth’s Eve, an unholy night!

     British MI6 was fired up, the IDF alight!

Good God, the CIA and every spy branch!

     One step ahead of the bad guys’ dance!

 

All wondered (fearing Gitmo!) who would they first hit?

     Who would be tried, then locked deep in Guantanamo?

For Guantanamo had been expanded, more than a just a little bit!

     One hundred stories underground... near to: Hell’s wretched pit!

 

All the military’s jets, in cover of darkness, fast flew!

     Thousands of unmarked, black helos!  (Who knew?)

          Navy vessels, at top speed, plowing foam in dark night,

               Lights-out citizens, scared, having nothing but fright!

 

Global Elite Progressives chuckling, smoking expensive Cuban cigars,

     Some at posh, five-star resorts in bullet-proofed: million-dollar cars,

          Others at sex with uber-high dollar, East European, tranny-whores,

               More still were eating murdered children, like campfire s’mores.

 

Seal and SWAT teams suited up, uncountable their vast loads of ammo,

     Bombs in bomb bay doors, created for one thing, that thing: BLAMO!

          Snipers already in redoubts sniping away, one shot – yes, sir – one kill,

                All creation groaning, groaning: for revelations of Revelation still!

 

Terrorists on rugs, heads down: prayed to Allah,

     (As if Allah himself could even help!)

 Dogs mewed, then the cats barked: YELP!

     Children cried, cheerleaders: had no rah-rah!

 

Mothers got real good and angry, as everybody knows: only mothers can,

     Men looked deep in themselves, saw nothing, and said… I’m not a man!

This night was one of those ugly nights; it searched crevices of all human souls!

     Yet onward, onward went this military onward, onward in militaristic roles!

 

All the military’s jets, in cover of darkness, fast flew!

     Thousands of unmarked, black helos!  (Who knew?)

          Navy vessels, at top speed, plowing foam in dark night,

               Lights-out citizens, scared, having nothing but fright!

 

Global Elite Progressives chuckling, smoking expensive Cuban cigars,

     Some at posh, five-star resorts in bullet-proofed: million-dollar cars,

          Others at sex with uber-high dollar, East European, tranny-whores,

               More still were eating murdered children, like campfire s’mores.

 

Seal and SWAT teams suited up, uncountable their vast loads of ammo,

     Bombs in bomb bay doors, created for one thing, that thing: BLAMO!

          Snipers already in redoubts sniping away, one shot – yes, sir – one kill,

               All creation groaning, groaning: for revelations of Revelation still!

 

The Christians all went berserk, first thing,

     Their false-Churchianity worship failed them: ring-a-ding-stupid-dong-ding!

And Muslims lost it, lost their minds as well,

     If we survive this, they said, we’ll stop being bad all hell and gone pell-mell!

 

But onward, onward ever onward: louder and moreso strong!

     The militaries and police of the Western world: acted as one!

Every group in the world scared of where Western truth bombs belong!

     But the Global Elite Progs, ensconced, said, My oh my, This is FUN!

 

All the military’s jets, in cover of darkness, fast flew!

     Thousands of unmarked, black helos!  (Who knew?)

          Navy vessels, at top speed, plowing foam in dark night,

               Lights-out citizens, scared, having nothing but fright!

 

Global Elite Progressives chuckling, smoking expensive Cuban cigars,

     Some at posh, five-star resorts in bullet-proofed: million-dollar cars,

          Others at sex with uber-high dollar, East European, tranny-whores,

               More still were eating murdered children, like campfire s’mores.

 

Seal and SWAT teams suited up, uncountable their vast loads of ammo,

     Bombs in bomb bay doors, created for one thing, that thing: BLAMO!

          Snipers already in redoubts sniping away, one shot – yes, sir – one kill,

               All creation groaning, groaning: for revelations of Revelation still!

 

Well sirs, madams, July Fourth came: the witches and warlocks were arrested,

     Christians, Jews and Muslims are happy now as all have happily attested,

They’re now in Guantanamo, facing trial and certain permanent imprisonment,

     The Global Elite Progs ruled as they said and they said what they meant.

 

The Global Elite Progs believed morals were relative, (making hearts small!)

     Therefore with no morals to fall, they would have gleefully killed us all,

Down was Up, Debt: King, Banksterism Criminals… SHEESH! What a cabal!

     Thank God for the Fourth of July and humans who hearkened 1776’s call!

 

All the military’s jets, in cover of darkness, fast flew!

     Thousands of unmarked, black helos!  (Who knew?)

          Navy vessels, at top speed, plowing foam in dark night,

               Lights-out citizens, scared, having nothing but fright!

 

Global Elite Progressives chuckling, smoking expensive Cuban cigars,

     Some at posh, five-star resorts in bullet-proofed: million-dollar cars,

          Others at sex with uber-high dollar, East European, tranny-whores,

               More still were eating murdered children, like campfire s’mores.

 

Seal and SWAT teams suited up, uncountable their vast loads of ammo,

     Bombs in bomb bay doors, created for one thing, that thing: BLAMO!

          Snipers already in redoubts sniping away, one shot – yes, sir – one kill,

               All creation groaning, groaning: for revelations of Revelation still!

 

Thank God Almighty, everyone on the planet is now free at last! Free at last!

     We love, all pledged allegiance, Western Enlightenment Truths standing fast,

Yes, it turns out Global Elite Progressives were Revelation’s evil Babylon Whore,

     There isn’t a person on the planet who believes morals are relative anymore.

 

Morals are relative was the lie Progs used to spit in our faces and slit our necks,

     Those perverts used that lie to make minds and souls and nations all wrecks,

First thing every nation did was to defund Progressive anti-republic education,

     It had one design, one design only: killing human happiness in each nation.

 

Western Enlightenment is the public education now for freedom’s choice,

     It makes minds brilliant and powerful, like jet engines from Rolls-Royce,

The Idiocracy Prog Elites are locked up in prison: deep in stink-pit Guantanamo,

     Whom the Bell Tolls tolled not for us, but for Proglodytes: we all now know!

 

 

 


Declaration of Independence, Version 2.0…  August 17, 2016

 

by Robert Winkler Burke, of Reno, Nevada

 

Introduction

 

The future, it has been said, is ours to choose. 

 

This declaration outlines reasons we, as citizens of the United States, in a world facing universal decline and increasingly onerous, distasteful and unlawful powers of big government, shall identify two worldviews which enslave and one worldview offering liberty.  We shall then disavow the two enslaving worldviews and allege ourselves to liberty. Why?

 

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

 

If a person, nowadays, were to run for Congress, he or she would typically be a Democrat or a Republican.  In either case such a person would be approached by their respective party leaders and made an offer.  Your party will support you if you promise to vote as your party leader says.  If not, not.  Most people in Congress agree with their party leaders, get election funds and obtain for themselves: friendly staying power.  What does this mean for we, the people of the United States?

 

To answer this question, we must briefly inspect each party.  The Democrats strongly believe in a thing called Progressivism, a cause in enmity against republic notions that man is un-fixable and flawed with self-interest, so that governance  must be of the republic style where power checks power, so that leaders don’t tyrannize when power corrupts, so that constitutional governing checks that power.  Progressivism is based upon the Hegel lie, the Hegel rube-maker: “No proposition can be proved true” and the lie all tyrants love “morals are relative.”

 

What about Republicans?  They are the party which acquiesces always to this same Progressivism.  They are “Progladyte-lites” as opposed to their Democrat friends who are “Progladyte-heavies.”   This, then is the reason our nation, and indeed the world, is become corrupt, crooked, in full-blown decline and sad in so many societal  measurementsƒ.  We elect sham leaders who do Prog enslavement bidding, always.

 

Preamble

 

Nevertheless, all true Americans, all true sons and daughters of liberty know this:

 

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

 

Argument of Indictment

 

Are we, the people, too stupid, too gelded, too lazy, too greedy, too fearful, too cowed, too sheared, too penned and corralled like sheep, too ready for the elite-social-final-solution-gas-chamber?  No, we are Americans.  And that means something. It means we can say no to elite Progressive decline, mayhem and managed necromancy.

 

So we now decide to say to Progressive, and even Tribal, enslavement: No. And we say it with full determination, overwhelming certainty and absolute resolve.  We say no to Progressive leadership, and even more important: extirpate public-funded Progressive education. This so-called education is naught but brainwashing.

 

If our muscular opposition creates a zombie apocalypse to end all zombie apocalypses, then so be it. Exaggeration? Prog Ed eats brains and graduates ghouls.

 

If this Democrat and Republican Progressive cabal, hiding under the excrement philosophy of Hegel’s “no proposition can be proved true” and “morals are relative,” refuses to defund Prog Ed in K-12, university, law-journalism-film-LEO-military schools; if this “Bizarro reverse-of-good” cabal refuses to fund our public education with clean, enduring and ameliorative Western Enlightenment….then on this point… on this Foundational point worth fighting and dying for… we will gladly fight whatever fight it takes to win, and we shall win.

 

Now all sane men and women’s prayers are that there will be no bloodshed over this matter of eternal enslavement verses eternal liberty.

 

We, the people… we, the liberty lovers, are being open, honest and honorable with God and man.  You, the defenders of Prog insanity, Prog decline and Prog endless mayhem, have never been honest.  No amount of program failure causes you to abandon the decline-making Prog methodology, instead you and your leaders always pile on more insane Prog memes and lines and ways until all is made worse.

 

You, of the Prog, you changed the education system of America, and you changed the fabric of this nation, once unified, dignified, a hope for mankind to live in peace; strong enough, kind enough, good enough to get any good job done and done well; you changed it into a system not knowing right from wrong nor knowing wrong from right – purposely the Prog system did this, does this and will continue to do this (until dismantled.) You Progs changed American culture into a crazy burka of shame, causing blight, death, destruction and always the creation of need for more Idiocracy-idiot mandarin leaders, who are Progressive-Program consuming all energy, life, time, money and wisdom.  Truly, Progressivism is a Death Star Machine, whereas liberty lovers are Jedi warriors, yet peace-loving statesmen and women.

 

The history of liberty, a college president once said, is the history of intelligence.  Ignorance is prerequisite to slavery: the more ignorance, the more slavery.  The purpose of Progressive education is now known: make rubes to enslave the nation.

 

Full Denunciation

 

Then, enough of your foolishness.  Your Prog philosophy sows the wind and reaps endless whirlwinds, which is its number one design feature.  What we say is an obvious failure and reason for dropping like a hot potato, you say always is a feature to be admired, and that only you, the Gnostic Prog leaders, can maintain.

 

Well, guess what.  All of your necromancy with crooked evil has only made us more strong, more resolute, more determined to make you vacate your posts of tyranny… peacefully if you see the wisdom to exit peacefully… but forceful we shall be if no wisdom is left in you to change your minds and leave gracefully the mess… your philosophy calls always good but is nevertheless always nothing but… a mess.

 

At core, do we hate you, our corrupt, our crooked, our evil-acting Prog leaders? No. We hate only the death-decline philosophy you embrace.  So, un-embrace it.  You will change your mind, ours no.  You are wrong in this important thing. We are right.

 

We believe in the awesome, redemptive powers of the human spirit. No one is more tortured in soul than you. No one is more ready to forgive and forget what you Progs have done than we, the sane lovers of liberty. It is in your nature to fear. In ours, to forgive. In your nature to call us hateful things and call us hateful, in our nature to reason and see the wisdom in charity, which is to say, the forgiveness that is love.

 

Face it, as long as humans have existed on Earth one group overtly has enslaved the other.  This is Tribal Control Slavery.  Then there has always been the second type of worldview, which must insist on enslaving others via mental shenanigans, so that the slavery is more covert, more hidden.  This is Progressive Control Slavery.  Abraham Lincoln called it “towering genius.”  This group now runs the world, mostly.  For over one hundred years, Progressives have achieved a hidden rebellion against the U.S. Constitution, against good minds understanding what they did and – this is the most important thing – against our government of, for and by the people.

 

But now: these evil, hidden-rebellion days are over. Evil has been tried. And it has been found wanting. Therefore, it – this evil – will lose. And surely, Liberty will win.

 

We, the people, shall regain… we shall restore… we shall return honest local, state and Federal governance unto we, the people.  We are forever a skeptical people, knowing humankind is made with an un-fixable design flaw of self-interest.  Therefore, we check leaders’ ability to do crooked deeds. We stop Progressivism.

 

We therefore – with one voice – disavow the horrid Progressive lie that “No proposition can be proved true” and “morals are relative.”  Nay rather, we allege ourselves to the fact a republic can be kept only if its children are raised and taught to be a) generally intelligent, b) moral and c) lovers of laws and the Constitution.

 

This means the only public funds available to education shall be republic-keeping, which is to say 1776-Tragic-Liberty in style…  straight up Western Enlightenment.

 

We pledge our lives, our treasure, our sacred honor to all stated herein.  When the Tyrant’s boot is on our neck and he spits out the standard Prog dribble that morals are relative and no proposition can be proved true… we will prove ourselves great Americans, and reverse positions, because, God willing, we can do this thing and we shall be free. Give us liberty or death, but we shall not die. No, we shall live!

 

When we, as times change, allegorically put our boots on the necks of so many Prog tyrants, displaying the fine mercy of soul in Western Enlightenment warrior-statesmen, we will say to these defeated Prog Enslavement leaders… we will lift our victory boots from your necks… and we shall proclaim, Progressive hidden slavery is now banished even as ball and chain enslavement was banished in the Civil War.

 

Your choice, Prog enslavers, give up now… or later.  We love liberty.  Liberty always wins. And Liberty always loves. Once Western Enlightenment defeats its enslaving enemies, it does no genocide.  It magnanimously keeps genocidal folk from power. 

 

As Americans, this is who we are. It is what we do.  We fight for liberty. And we win.  Uncontested, you of the Prog Borg Hive, enslave all minds and you make all minds worse.  We, of the great United States of America, defeat Prog and Tribal enslavers and, in so doing, change minds for the better.  So says liberty. So says liberty now.

 

Conclusion

 

To the enslavers of the world, whether Tribal or Progressive, external or internal to this nation, we hereby serve notice:

 

The future is ours to choose: Tribal slavery, Progressive slavery or Liberty.  We choose Liberty. We pledge mutual allegiance to Liberty’s self-restraint civil society.

 

Further, we will hold to account and dis-empower anyone attempting to revert our Liberty system back to an overt (Tribal) or covert (Progressive) slavery system. We believe in Liberty and only Liberty for our civil society.  In other words, we give no Liberty for the enemies of Liberty (Progressivism/Tribalism) to destroy Liberty.  We shall proactively vouchsafe our life, liberty and happiness, what we know as peace.  This is why we do what we do now to confidently and humanely repair our world.

 

We, the people, therefore, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good Constitution of the United States, the attendant Bill of Rights, and original Fourth of July 1776 Declaration of Independence, solemnly publish and declare, that these United States are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the Progressive Global Agenda System, domestic and external, and that all political connection between them and the Global Progressive Agenda System, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as the Free and Independent States, at some point by popular vote allege in upright-legal manner to this cause, they shall have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do.  And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

 

 

 

 


The Nevada Plan of January 17, 2016

 

Proposed Amendments to the United States Constitution, to be introduced at a Convention of the States as described in Article Five of the U.S. Constitution.

 

Adopt the following amendments proposed by Robert Winkler Burke of Reno, Nevada, called the Nevada Plan, abbreviated as “NP.”

 

NP-1. The following statement, an Addendum to the Preamble, shall be amended to the Preamble to the United States Constitution:

 

(Preamble Addendum of July 4, 2016)

 

When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands that have connected them with another, a decent respect for the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

 

We the People of the United States, in making a Collection of Amendments to the Constitution to undo a century of grievous Progressive, hidden-rebellion attacks upon it and us, do now highly resolve that America was not founded in vain on July 4, 1776, nor that America has lost sight of its proper, good, historic and eternal philosophy, nor are we afraid to be that exceptional American people, nor will we besmirch those who gave their lives for our opportunity to be Americans, but we shall honor our honored dead, nor will we in times of peril be afraid to kill those who try to kill us, nor will we be afraid to help those who stop killing us, because so strong is our belief in who we are and what we do.  We resolve, most assuredly, to disavow the Progressive meme from Hegel that no proposition can be proved true, which allows a political leader (even as would a death cult religion) to justify lying and worse as a means unto an end, nay rather, we resolve with absolute certainty that James Madison was true and correct in that no man can be the judge in his own case, therefore an American is skeptical of leaders, who in a sense act as judges in their own case, and knowing this… Americans take all precautions against rogue leaders, therefore the American idea cannot be extinguished, though Progressivism has tried, Progressivism has lost.  Therefore by our witness and testament, America shall rightly have victory against all enslaving foes – internal and external – and be friend to all of good will, therefore we pledge now and forevermore: that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom – and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

 

NP-2. Congress shall make no law respecting the establishment and support of the anti-religion of Progressivism, and shall make no funding of Progressive education, nor shall it fund Progressive training in government, military or any other agency… since Progressivism is at eternal, deceitful, hidden war with individual rights, with life, with liberty, with happiness, with logic, with truth, with economy and with laws.

 

NP-3.  Adopt the following amendments proposed by Mark Levin, called the Mark Levin Plan, abbreviated as “LP.” Details not shown for the sake of brevity.

 

LP-1.      Impose Congressional term limits.

LP-2.      Repeal the Seventeenth Amendment, returning the election of Senators to state legislatures.

LP-3.      Impose term limits for Supreme Court Justices and restrict judicial review.

LP-4.      Require a balanced budget and limit federal spending and taxation.

LP-5.      Define a deadline to file taxes (one day before the next federal election.)

LP-6.      Subject federal departments and bureaucratic regulations to reauthorization and review.

LP-7.      Create a more specific definition of the Commerce Clause.

LP-8.      Limit eminent domain powers.

LP-9.      Allow states to more easily amend the Constitution.

LP-10.   Create a process where two-thirds of the states can nullify federal laws.

LP-11.   Require photo ID to vote and limit early voting.

 

NP-4.  Adopt the following amendments proposed by Governor Greg Abbot, called the Texas Plan, abbreviated “TP.” Details not shown for the sake of brevity.

 

TP-1.   Prohibit Congress from regulating activity that occurs wholly within one State.

TP-2.   Require Congress to balance its budget.

TP-3.   Prohibit administrative agencies—and the unelected bureaucrats that staff them—from creating federal law.

TP-4.   Prohibit administrative agencies—and the unelected bureaucrats that staff them—from preempting state law.

TP-5.   Allow a two-thirds majority of the States to override a U.S. Supreme Court decision.

TP-6.   Require a seven-justice super-majority vote for U.S. Supreme Court decisions that invalidate a democratically enacted law.

TP-7.   Restore the balance of power between the federal and state governments by limiting the former to the powers expressly delegated to it in the Constitution.

TP-8.   Give state officials the power to sue in federal court when federal officials overstep their bounds.

TP-9.   Allow a two-thirds majority of the States to override a federal law or regulation.

 

NP-5. Other proposed amendments shall be offered for approval during the Convention of States, while any over-lapping amendment proposals shall be made succinct.

 

January 6, 2016

 

Battle Born Address, for July 4, 2016, by Robert Winkler Burke, of Reno, Nevada

 

This is a proposed Independence Day speech, from the state of Nevada.

 

(In answer to Newt Gingrich’s 12/1/2015 speech “New Words for a New World”)

 

As a subject for the remarks today, the perpetuation of our political institutions, is selected. You will note, I borrow from the generous legacies and thoughts of Abraham Lincoln, James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, Friends of our Founding and the greatest of them all… the man who was first in peace, first in war, and first in the hearts of his countrymen, George Washington.

 

Twelve score years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that “all men are created equal.”  We now wonder, in three score years, what will be the state of our nation at the time marking our third centennial? God forbid, if there is a God, we are as confused as we are today.

 

We find we are, now, a confused people living in a confused land.  Debt to the score of twenty trillion dollars?  Or are we to include unfunded liabilities of ten times that?  Externally, involved in a so-called hundred-year war with a tribal control religion, one that is dedicated to our submission or death?  Internally, no longer a United States but a community-disorganized polyglot dedicated to a Progressive, so called, miasma of contradictory platitudes designed to drive the gods crazy?

 

If ever a nation was spiritually, if not in the flesh, headed towards a greater conflict, yea than even the Civil War, then we are indeed, that woebegone nation.  Yet a spark of liberty still burns, and it is the intention of this speech to blow gently upon that spark, and if possible, add tinder, until, lo, cordwood can be added, and it becomes a fire that warms the heart of not only of this nation, but all nations.

 

Which problem then is the greater that we should turn our attention?  Is it the Tribal Control religion, threatening us with death and all things baleful? But compared to the might of the United States when its wrath is ready to be mete out in full fury, no… this Tribal Control Religion is a small thing, compared to our larger ill.

 

Is not our larger ill a thing that is spirit, soul and body troubling at the most profound levels? Is it a philosophy of life become normal, which never really, in hindsight, should have been allowed to be so?  Would our larger ill be as Abraham Lincoln warned, something inside us insidious?  For he rightly said “All the armies of Europe, Asia and Africa combined, with all the treasure of earth (our own excepted) in their military chest, with a Bonaparte for a commander, could not by force, take a drink from the Ohio, or make a track on the Blue Ridge, in a trial of a thousand years.”

 

When then, is this danger, which has sprung up amongst us?  What destruction is it, if we must ourselves be our finisher?  Lincoln said, rightly he said, “As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.”

 

Let us look more carefully, then, at Lincoln’s warning for us.  Amazingly, he warned of a thing he called “towering genius” which would be a way of thinking, used by people or a person of such mind, who could literally enslave the free, or vice versa, with the overarching design to wield power for power’s sake, in that such people of such mind, to them, might is always right and never the opposite thing.

 

Can we find this “towering genius” which may be some great, veiled enslaving agency of our time?  And would not this “towering genius,” already have done its work without the enslaved fully understanding?  And wouldn’t this be done over the objections of Lincoln’s advice to teach children to be a) generally intelligent, b) moral and c) lovers of laws and the Constitution?

 

Indeed, we are now on a trail of philosophy and of pedagogy, the manner of teaching.  And what has changed since Lincoln’s day to this day?   We can say that from 1776 unto 1900 the children and collegians of the United States were taught by an exceptional system of philosophy, or worldview, best described: “1776-Tragic-Liberty.”  But then, since 1900, we could correctly observe that the education system has changed, with nobody’s real permission, unto a thing called Progressivism.  Let us, then, with patience, inquire further.

 

What then, might the bedrock philosophy of Progressivism be?  It is based upon the strangely deceitful Hegel maxim: “No proposition can be proved true.” And since our Founding Fathers clearly alleged to a Common Sense Philosophy, perhaps from Scottish origins, would they not have had a powerfully different maxim?  Indeed, we can find this maxim from James Madison: “No man can be the judge in his own case.”

 

Compare, now, these two maxims.  One lets a tyrant do what he pleases, as demonstrated by socialist tyrants last century, and murder 200 million citizens or opponents, and believe at the same time: all is well because nothing can be proved true.  The other maxim, the American Founding Maxim, says to beware of humankind, because it is made with a certain unfixable design flaw of self-interest that must be checked in all leaders. This maxim restrains the tyrant in all of us.  The other maxim encourages the tyrant in all of us, to have no restraint, but rather to enjoy calming, superior self-justification for any great good or evil action by leaders.

 

And just three-quarters of a score of years ago, we saw what this dominate political and civil, and I daresay even religious, philosophy wrought.  It wrought the death of almost three thousand souls, innocent souls, at the hands of the aforementioned religious death cult.  And today, we seem to be no nearer to solution, but further.

 

But I ask you today, this day celebrating American Independence, can we have faith in a solution?  Because today I am asking, begging and if it was in the power of me to do so, commanding you to have faith.  Did not the Great Generation, of whom a few celebrated souls are still alive today among us, beat back simultaneous threats to the free world from Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan in the space of just three and a half years?  Indeed, they did… and we can do no less than likewise summon the courage to acquit ourselves as men and women at the task set before us.

 

Again, I ask you to bear with me and now focus clearly on this troublesome task before us.  It is a task of philosophy, and we have three choices.  First, we can go backwards and join cults of fundamental religion requiring us to be rigidly aligned, and prepared for barbaric rules of civil life, and hope for the best under Tribal Control, abominable and loathsome as it is.  Secondly, we can choose what has already been chosen and proven bad, Progressive Control philosophy based on the Hegel’s wicked idea “no proposition can be proved true.” If we continue to choose this which was chosen, somehow already, for us… we will be in an endless loop re-discovering for the next Millennium that none of our leaders actually live that lie of Hegel, but that they expect us to, because they are in charge, and we are not, and they apply the Jungle Law that those who are strong and apply ruthless self-interest will be successful, and they will continue to force their Jungle Law of slavery on us.

 

I ask you now, did our Founding Fathers and all and who followed them… do so in order to escape a Tribal Control King… only later to have we, their progeny, decade by decade, hundred year by hundred year, to be evermore greatly enslaved to Progressive Control of Sub-Taught Elites… who have donned spurs and we saddles as they ride us into the next thousand years of confusion, slavery and hopelessness?

 

As Patrick Henry so eloquently once said, “Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!”

 

You might ask, at this point, what course?  I recommend for your consideration the only course an American should truly take.  And that is the rock solid philosophic foundation of “1776-Tragic-Liberty.”  It is the common sense solution for this nation, and probably, indeed, for the world… when things mature sufficiently overseas.

 

But this is a very weighty decision.  It would mean the complete defunding of Progressive education in K-12, university, law schools, journalism schools and so forth.  (Good riddance to garbage, as is said of such!)  It would mean replacing the pedagogy with “1776-Tragic-Liberty” worldview education.  It would mean understanding the original good design of American philosophy in education, realizing it was replaced surreptitiously with a bad, decline-making and death-making design, Progressivism, and therefore now we agree to expunge this bad thing, and restore our nation’s vitality, its life, liberty and happiness, with a restoration of the exceptionally ameliorating “1776-Tragic-Liberty” worldview ed.

 

It would mean the vociferous people in the cart, always yelling at the people pulling the cart, unto the point many pullers abandon their efforts and join the raucous crowd in the cart… It would mean the cart sitters need to get out of the cart and get a life, a liberty and an happiness.  (Meanwhile our government shall continue charity to the truly needy, as can be afforded to do well.)

 

What I am proposing is a restored liberty, wherein we all mutually pledge allegiance to self-restraint as a civil society.  And we begin believing in ourselves to a level we have, many of us, forgot!  If we do this, all will be well.

 

But what about this ever present terror threat?  You could ask, isn’t it real?  Yes it is, and that is the problem. Heretofore, we have not dealt with reality, nor the terror problem, as we should have… and we can blame our inability on that Progressive Hegel proposition that no thing can be proved true.

 

But I now ask you.  On September 11, 2001… did not, along with so many people, the idea of moral relativism die?  I submit to you that this horrid religious terrorism accomplished one good that day: it killed all Hegelian propositions that morals are relative and no thing can be proved true. 

 

In the song, The Seeker, by the Who, a man called “The Seeker” searches low and high for truth.  Surprisingly, he says, “I’ve got values but I don’t know how or why.”  Our Founding Fathers, believe it or not, grappled with the same question but came up with the true and best answer.  We all have morals, and they tend to be the same ameliorating positive.  To deconstruct further results in, as last century showed us, two hundred million dead, via Hegel’s horrid deconstruction of logic unto no logic. 

 

Our nation was founded on Common Sense Philosophy.  No man should be unjustly aggressed… upon his mind, his body, his ideas, his rights or his property.  Hegel says, yes a tyrant can do whatever he wants, Jungle Law style, because power has perks, and after all, what does it matter? Madison says to this, in effect, no and HELL NO.

 

If you take the side of, say, the “Late Lament” poem from the Moody Blues song, Nights in White Satin… and repeat the mantra, “Red is grey and yellow white. But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion.” This is taking the bad choice of “nothing matters” and “who cares” and “so what” and… we must realize this is just another form of Hegel Progressive insanity, to be appreciated but never lived.  We must realize this thinking is profoundly wrong, and the basis for so many mental shenanigans used by leaders to capture and kill their prey citizenry.  We reject all Hegelian notions that nothing can be known, to let tyrants do what they do to us.

 

How then, do we go forward in the future?  First we rearm ourselves mentally. And physically, as proscribed as our right in the Second Amendment.  Progressivism has disarmed so many of us mentally and physically, especially by errant localities and states. But all this can be remedied.

 

Can I guarantee, then, your safety as you go about?  Only God, if there is a God, can do such a thing.  I can only encourage you to take one hundred percent responsibility for yourselves as you go about as free American men and women.

 

Shall our legal system deny you this right via bully lawsuits and such?  Not if the legal system is based upon “1776-Tragic-Liberty” worldview, but sadly, yes, you will suffer at the hands of any legal system based upon Hegel’s Jungle Law maxim, nothing is true, and leaders can deny citizens any right, any property, any life.

 

Much then, needs to be undone which has been done via Progressivism mental shenanigans since Abraham Lincoln won the Civil War, was shot, and most states subsequently took away his victory by taking away the right to carry arms, in fear and prejudice against blacks and immigrants.  But have you noticed? Concealed carry permits (or even Constitutional Carry) have returned in the majority of states, except for the most backward Progressive ones, the most sub-educated states, the states that stubbornly refuse to grow up, still dissembling gross immaturity a virtue.

 

Be that as it may, is not the answer to most things in life to do the most mature thing?  And that, my friends, is to be a whole American, to be more than equal to any challenges Americans face now or in the future!

 

The things we now must do are too numerous to list, so busy have been the Hydra Heads of crazy-bad Progressivism.  Central planning via Central Banksterism is entirely to be done away with.  Let all, or God alone if there is a God, but let no select few set interest rates.  Question the following things: Fiat money.  Surreal limits on guns and their magazines and designs.  Non-reciprocal gun rights. Lawmakers exempting themselves from law.  Environmental Communism, dedicated to destroying capitalism.  Corrupted science through corrupt government grants.  Everywhere self-dealing in government must be stopped. This is the point of Western Enlightenment, and this point has always been the enemy of Progressivism.

 

Let us resolve, then, to resurrect an education system that abhors the proven noxious and proven to stupefy… the worldview of Progressivism, and rather in its stead teach the “1776-Tragic-Liberty” worldview.  This will be economic and it will produce precisely that which is so much in sore need: A people a) generally intelligent, b) moral and c) lovers of laws and the Constitution.  (And let me assure you that the Founding wisdom of our Fathers was not strictly religious… no, nothing like the strict religion of Progressive anti-religion… but rather, Founding wisdom was keenly aware church and state needs be separate, yet sharing many common threads, with the over-arching theme one corrects the other in need of correction. You will find this same pattern embedded in the Constitution: separation of powers, yet “Kevlar” linking all to all, with the over-arching theme: entity correcting entity.)

 

To summarize, a necrotic Tribal Control worldview is nipping our heels, like a bad dog.  This dog is, amazingly enough, doing us the favor of showing our sad condition of fate… because of a Progressive, dumbing-down education system… we have become generally unintelligent, immoral and haters of the idea of non-plastic laws and Constitution.  We, with this regime, have no reason to mutually dedicate and allege ourselves to civic self-restraint.  Thus a death-mongering religious cult believes it can take down us because they see us as a suicidal people based on a philosophy meaning nothing but ruses, and fakes and feigns designed to enslave people, and frankly kill people, with the crazy idea it is intellectually a beautiful, “Hunger Games Capitol operation” for elites and empowered idiocracy idiots.

 

Can we agree, for a moment, with our enemies and perhaps understand why they see in us: just this side, and in seeing just this side, call us the Great Satan.

 

Forgive me for hyperbole.  Love conquers all, and truly, truly: only the best worldview, the “1776-Tragic-Liberty” worldview has love for all, life for all and liberty for all.  Our enemies will not un-confuse ourselves.  We must. We can.

 

Those who have died fighting for freedom in Afghanistan died not in vain.  Nor those in Iraq, Kuwait, and every other place Americans have fought for freedom, regardless of mistakes that cannot be avoided, we have fought for freedom and not slavery.  We are Americans.  We go to the moon.  And we will go to the stars.  We will live, and we will not die, and we will show the world how to be human, how to be humane, how to solve epic problems quickly and morally, and we will not lose, but win and keep our senses of love, happiness and affection for ourselves and our way.

 

Still, I hear voices complain, weren’t Founding Fathers slave owners, therefore should not everything they did be discounted and despised?  Yes, some of them owned slaves and many of them worked to unwind that situation.  They did what they could, being fallible humans living much as us in an imperfect time, and their remarkable achievement was to begin an exceptional experiment in self-government capable of being preserved and refined for distant times into the future.  They worked not for a perfect utopia, as Progressives pretend is possible, no our Founders worked for always a more perfect union of intelligent, moral, law-loving souls dedicated to liberty’s self-restraint.  So then, humbly, kindly, even reverently, we must always give honor unto whom honor is due!

 

We must bring to mind George Washington’s words, “The time is near at hand which must determine whether Americans are to be free men or slaves.”

 

We therefore, highly resolve that America was not founded in vain on July 4, 1776, nor that America has lost sight of its proper, good, historic and eternal philosophy, nor are we afraid to be that American, nor will we besmirch those who gave their lives for our opportunity to be Americans, but we shall honor our honored dead, nor will we be afraid to kill those who try to kill us, nor will we be afraid to love those who stop killing us, because so strong is our belief in who we are and what we do.  We resolve, most assuredly we resolve, to disavow the Progressive meme from Hegel that no proposition can be proved true, nay rather, we resolve with absolute certainty that Madison was true and correct in that no man can be the judge in his own case, therefore an American is skeptical of leaders, who in a sense act as judges in their own case, and knowing this… Americans take all precautions against rogue leaders, therefore the American idea cannot be extinguished, though Progressivism has tried, Progressivism has lost.  Therefore by our witness and testament, America shall rightly have victory against all enslaving foes, and be friend to all of good will, therefore we pledge now and forevermore: that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom – and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Dear Done-Withs…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/24/16 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Hat tip to Pastor John White’s YouTube video “Why I broke down in tears at “The Future of the Church Summit.”  Google this selfie-video!   – rwb)

 

Dear Done-Withs,

        You’re done with Emergents,

        Lazy King Throne Regents,

        Impresarios of fey delusion,

        Masters of the con illusion,

        You’re done with 10% tithing,

        Pastors saying God isn’t lying,

        If you pay for their endless, nagging, nugatory, big needs,

        You’ll get in return glorious rainbows without any weeds?

        You’re done with brazen-scandalous lying,

        And you keep hearing of prophts a’ dying?

        Prophets who went along with wildcat clericalism’s anything,

        And you’re done with doubting… God is an allseeing King?

 

Dear Done-Withs,

        Hold on, hold on, hold on to your hats,

        There are prophets unafraid to rebuke!

        Like you, they are Done-With all that’s,

        Wrong with church.  Search now and look!

        Look and see what’s happening In That Day,

        See who the gatekeepers blindly de-platformed,

        Search Google, YouTube: “Robert Burke, Reno,” okay?

        And you’ll see how church and state are once and for all reformed!

        (Simply defund Prog Ed K-12, university, law and Journalism: so deformed,

        Replacing pedagogy with Western Enlightenment informed!)

        & Stop ribald church subtext selling of bad emotions formed,

        And honor Christ-in-You (Yes!) in each soul: so warmed!

 

Dear Done-Withs,

        Honor Truth,

        Whenever, wherever and in whomever: you find it,

        Honor Those,

        Who, for you, have eruditely, cogently: mined it,

        Honor Prose,

        In That Day Teachings: Christ-in-You lined it.

       

 

 

 

Against My Will, I Sit on an Unasked-for Throne of Skulls

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/11/16 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Curious how incurious are the pastors, the seminaries… In That Day? Line upon line, here a little, there a little… mystery poetry purposed to make Christ-in-You available to any person with a smart phone, tablet, computer… in space or deep in mine or undersea, as far is the West to the East and South to the North.   – rwb)

 

Against my will, (not my doing!) I sit on an unasked-for throne of skulls,

        Of prophetic and other ministries who, sadly,

Against God’s will, pooped on high teachings – like rather dumb seagulls,

        They make sheep dumber! (And end badly!)

 

Come to me! Strangely, but softly-earnestly, to all them I said,

        Like a kind hen taking unbeknownst chicks under wing!

Blasphemous, scandalous, unrepeatable excoriations of dread,

        Is all I heard, from ministries of such vast-fortune bling.

 

Death by cancer! Stupidity of brain! Blight by stroke!

        Gird up, hold on to your hat, son,

I’m proving who is or isn’t in ministry: well bespoke,

        Could not this be otherwise done?

 

Not when they are so fantastical dumb,

        As they have all decided to be,

Harsh treatment: My rule of thumb!

        Son, will they find Me in thee?

 

I absolutely do not know, LORD,

        This throne of skulls isn’t pretty,

Their ministries make Me bored,

        But yours is almost ready!

 

Mine ministry? LORD, I have less than nothing!

        With some, who are not so dumb, nothing is more than something,

In That Day Teachings are a very, blessed thing,

        Your erudite, cogent breakthroughs… they will happily, son, sing!

 

How will these stubborn leaders by Your force, LORD, by Your force,

        Be made by You to see the light… they now actually hate?

As your skull throne rises, they’ll see it’s but their own reality source!

        They’ll see conning sheep makes, for them, their bad fate.

 

They shall see that though their callings always shine,

        Dark ugly are their sheep-raping, mind-numbing, money-grubbing tactics!

Callings can’t be stopped. I can’t change My mind!

        But I can stop them, their ministries & their clung-to, anti-Christ theatrics.

 

This is a long, excruciating, tough, nasty piece of work, LORD, I must say,

        My yes! You are Our scribe, Our warrior, Our prophet: enjoy the ride!

By now, We suspect, they SHALL see your throne of skulls: In That Day,

        And why? Why all this? That in learning Christ-in-You, they abide!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The On-Top Progressive Totem Poles Always Know Best?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/24/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Curious how incurious are the pastors, the seminaries… In That Day? Line upon line, here a little, there a little… mystery poetry purposed to make Christ-in-You available to any person with a smart phone, tablet, computer… in space or deep in mine or undersea, as far is the West to the East and South to the North.   – rwb)

 

Tribal Control is an unhappy totem pole face,

Lording slavery, ball and chain harsh-cruel, over others,

Then, just above Tribal Control is another face,

        Lording slavery, covert shenanigans-cruel, over others.

 

Progtard Control is that ugly, second-on-top totem face,       (Lording o’er Tribal!)

        Disbelieving any Eagle above, blessing the entire human race,

Eagles make always the 1776 Founding Fathers’ case,         (Liberty: For ALL!)

        Progtard totem poles lord over underlings, with scowling face.

 

There are no Eagles, says proud, in power, Progtard totem pole,

        Quiet down there, or I will lose my over-you perch!

But the smaller totem poles ask, Isn’t this getting terribly old?

        Isn’t there something much better we could search?

 

Progtard Control is that ugly, second-on-top totem face,       (Lording o’er Tribal!)

        Disbelieving any Eagle above, blessing the entire human race,

Eagles make always the 1776 Founding Fathers’ case,         (Liberty: For ALL!)

        Progtard totem poles lord over underlings, with scowling face.

 

There are no Eagle Prophets, says Progtard totem pole,

        Because… it is science!

You have to like, not just tolerate, my tyranny role,

        In me, is your reliance!

 

Progtard Control is that ugly, second-on-top totem face,       (Lording o’er Tribal!)

        Disbelieving any Eagle above, blessing the entire human race,

Eagles make always the 1776 Founding Fathers’ case,         (Liberty: For ALL!)

        Progtard totem poles lord over underlings, with scowling face.

 

There are no Eagle Lincolns, rediscovering what is good thinking!

        You can be either a little, or big, enslaver totem, your choice!

We’ll be all reduced to polluted water, Third Country drinking!

        You, we tyrants tell you, you can’t be an eagle!  REJOICE!    

 

 

 

 

 

The Olde Ways of God Will Return and Say They Never Left!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/18/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Curious how incurious are the pastors, the seminaries… In That Day? Line upon line, here a little, there a little… mystery poetry purposed to make Christ-in-You available to any person with a smart phone, tablet, computer… in space or deep in mine or undersea, as far is the West to the East and South to the North.   – rwb)

 

(God insists In That Day Teachings, which redound unto Christ-in-You, paradoxically NOT be persona based.  This, perhaps, is why I stopped making videos and took down the ones I did. God seems to be proving which prophetic lines of expression are correct.  Most prophetic ministries are showboat-persona-celebrations of the gift of prophecy in the “one” individual, but redound unto NO Christ-in-You promulgation.  God wants the reverse.  Most ministries daren’t try the free teachings available via “In That Day Teachings.”  So it is a waiting game, wherein “persona-glorifying” prophetic ministries fail, and In That Day Teachings continue to prove themselves superior in every way, over time. – rwb)

 

(“I’d love to change the world, but I don’t know what to do.” – Lyrics from the British blues-rock band Ten Years After, circa 1971.  How about Christ-in-You?  Not the Evangelical “tricksterism” of subtext fear, greed and slouch via Rapture, Prosperity-Pimping or Emergent Gobbledygook… why not try true doctrine for the best fruit on earth!  The best fruit is without doubt: Christ-in-You! – rwb)

 

(“Roaring out of the past and into the future.” – The Original Mels Diner)

 

The olde ways of God will return,

And say they never left!

Anything of church left unburned?

        Or is all… God-bereft?

 

Bereft of wisdom, bereft of self-defense spine,

        Believing half of God  (just half!) makes all: Divine?

Insisting, nay demanding: everything is fine?

        No root and branch reform? Just same old grind?

 

No, the olde ways never left, but who – with ears to hear, eyes to see – could see?

        A woman must be wise and loving-sweet, man: have good courage in liberty!

A priest must say his prayers. Children: heed always, what a seer says unto thee!

        Grow now in maturity! Behold: In That Day Teachings bring Christ-in-Ye!

 

The nations embroiled, aflame: because Islam needs itself a reform?

        Nay, nay, nay a thousand times infinity times two times and a half, Nay!

That isn’t something Father God, Son or Spirit would of norm: say!

        Nay rather: It’s Christ-in-You, via denouement teachings of In That Day!

 

The olde ways of God will return,

        And say they never left!

Anything of church left unburned?

        Or is all… God-bereft?

 

Bereft of wisdom, bereft of self-defense spine,

        Believing half of God  (just half!) makes all: Divine?

Insisting, nay demanding: everything is fine?

        No root and branch reform? Just same old grind?

 

Kiss the Son. You have milk. Spit it out! I want now: meat,

        Meat is… verily: Christ-in-You!

Honor the man, the woman, the children you humbly meet,

        Who HAVE: Christ-in-You!

 

In That Day Teachings make this Millennium’s glorious, ameliorating sound,

        So then… let Christ-in-You redound!

When Leviathan Church Pride tumbles down, its pride falls all the way down,

        Behold then, Christ-in-You unbound!

 

The olde ways of God will return,

        And say they never left!

Anything of church left unburned?

        Or is all… God-bereft?

 

Bereft of wisdom, bereft of self-defense spine,

        Believing half of God  (just half!) makes all: Divine?

Insisting, nay demanding: everything is fine?

        No root and branch reform? Just same old grind?

 

 

 

 

 

Describing the “Progressive-Tribal” Figure-8 Church Track!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/10/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(“…This whole country has become a whorehouse, unfaithful to me, GOD.” – Hosea 1:2 – The Message Bible)

 

(The church cries out for root and branch reform… oops, no it doesn’t, not yet!  The problem is that it is oft stuck in an endless Figure-8 loop of insanity, vainly clinging to the worldview of Tribal Control while oft obeying mindlessly every possible “Progressive-Retardnation” worldview meme, line and precept. – rwb)

 

(“I’d love to change the world, but I don’t know what to do.” – Lyrics from the British blues-rock band Ten Years After, circa 1971.  How about Christ-in-You?  Not the Evangelical “tricksterism” of subtext fear, greed and slouch via Rapture, Prosperity-Pimping or Emergent Gobbledygook… which we know by its fruit creates desolate-of-God pastors and flock, but why not try true doctrine for the best fruit on earth!  The best fruit on earth is without doubt: Christ-in-You! – rwb)

 

When God bombs the Progtard-Tribal Figure-8 Church Track,

That’ll be the hoped for In That Day!

When God bombs the Progtard-Tribal Figure-8 Church Track,

        Tragic-Liberty will gain full sway!

 

No more confused sheep,

        At one moment: required to tithe and obey… prejudiced Tribal Control,

No more confused sheep,

        Next moment, wolf-leaders demand Progressive thought leads the role!

 

Evangelical Church has been on an endless loop, an infinity state,

        Sheep’s brains too occupied to see Christ-in-You can now, Behold: come!

Evangelical Church has been on an endless loop, an infinity state,

        Sheep’s brains punch-drunk… bashed in by seminaries so bad-bold dumb!

 

Euro-Progtard thinking cannot defeat the evil of global Islamic Terror,

        Evangelical mishmash Tribal-Progtardism shows the futility of all that!

Emergent (Progtard) Mean Pastors (Tribal) are in daft showboat error,

        Evangelical mishmash Tribal-Progtardism shows the futility of all that!

 

Why can’t the time of redemption be seen in: In That Day Teachings?

        Because brains are occupied in Tribal-Progtard tyranny of soul slavery!

Why can’t the time of redemption be seen in: In That Day Teachings?

        Because none so blind as will not see Evangelical (Cal-very) knavery!

 

Want proof?  (Inspect the ugly, despoiled fruit!)

        Look at California, Evangelically churched unto Gospel TV (Cal-very) death,

Want proof?  (Inspect the ugly, despoiled fruit!)

        A one-party: Commie-Land, spineless rabbits on a “we-never-change” meth.

 

Must we really have to learn these three worldviews,

        To understand In That Day Teachings and the return of Christ-in-You?

Must we therefore “1776-Tragic-Liberty”… Choose,

        To understand In That Day Teachings and the return of Christ-in-You?

 

Fly high, like an eagle, going in liberty from low points to highest of plains,

        Choose… Life (in God!) Liberty (in God!)  Happiness (in God!)

Or be like Cal-very the state, destroying all energy and good which remains.

        Choose… Life (in God!) Liberty (in God!)  Happiness (in God!)

 

 

 

 

Popularity vs. Truth, a Sliding Scale…In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/04/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Popularity contests are not truth contests – look how many scoundrel preachers were approved by your ancestors!  Your task is to be true, not popular.” – Luke 6:26 The Message Bible)

 

(Hat tip to the 1989 movie Star Trek V: The Final Frontier, wherein we are made to ask the question: Does God need to steal the USS Enterprise from Captain James T. Kirk and crew? Kirk (and later Spock) asks, “What does God need with a starship?”  We learn the entity asking for the ship wasn’t God, but a lesser being which eons ago had been imprisoned on an empty planet.  Indeed, a prosperity ministry begged executive jets from poor donors so as to fly its leaders 10 percent of time on personal trips!  Now in this modern age, where free market capitalism has made many things free or near free via increased productivity and lower costs, wouldn’t the tithe (ministries ask of sheep) naturally go from 10 percent (and multiples above!) to 1 percent and then even fractions of a percent? But Kirk, by the movie’s end has the answer.  Doctor McCoy asks, “Is God really out there?” and Kirk responds, “Maybe He’s not out there, Bones.  Maybe He’s right here… in human heart.” Christ-in-You, In That Day, go boldly! – rwb )

 

(“I’d love to change the world, but I don’t know what to do.” – Lyrics from the British blues-rock band Ten Years After, circa 1971.  How about Christ-in-You?  Not the Evangelical “tricksterism” of subtext fear, greed and slouch via Rapture, Prosperity-Pimping or Emergent Gobbledygook… which we know by its fruit creates desolate-of-God pastors and flock, but why not try true doctrine for the best fruit on earth!  The best fruit on earth is without doubt: Christ-in-You! – rwb)

 

In the Evangelical world there’s a graph sliding scale,

Popularity vs. Truth; think deep and it’ll make you Wail!

        Weep and Howl! Why? IF YOU THINK DEEP… here’s the tale…

 

Left of scale, Popularity goes Up, (purblind) Mega-Church: UP!

        Right of scale, Truth! But who, in this day, drinks that bitter cup?

               Crowded, upper left corner… as popular as a frisky, newborn pup!

 

Upper left are Eternal Security, Rapture, Prosperity, Ease Doxies,

        Imminent Physical Return and Seeker-Friendly-Emergent “Moxies,”

               But far right is lonely Christ-in-You (vs. all fake-rope-a-dope Proxies.)

 

What’s popular in Calvary Church Brand? Well, that’s well known!

        Rapture, flip-flop preachers, ultra-casualness, Hawaiian shirts sown!

               Overbearing teachers, zombie-weak sheep, all-in-all: desolation owned!

 

What’s despised in Evangelical church? How well we know this!

        A prophet who says lies distemper & stop Christ-in-You bliss!

               Saying, In That Day, flaky doctrines unquestioned are amiss!

 

Above, far above the milk, milk, milk now turned rancid and sour,

        Are for dreary: apostle, teacher, preacher, prophet, evangelist this hour,

               Higher ways which redound unto Christ-in-You in First Century power!

 

Illogical upper left graph hates self-correction of Western Thinking,

        “Jim-Jones-Kool-Aid,” killing logic and reason, all such are drinking,

               Ruined minds, these: oft odorous via “Progressive-Utopian” stinking.

 

Reason, cold calculating, unimpassioned (A. Lincoln’s words) reason,

        Is found lower right graph, (the In That Day Teachings of Reno season,)

               Where, behold, Christ-in-You appears, of sound mind, without treason!

 

In That Day, you shall be forced to between two things… choose,

        One elixir: Christ-in-You to gain… or the same-old rube-life to lose,

               Oh, Evangelical pastors and sheep, now drink to the dregs your booze!

 

Choose you today what you know never (inspect its fruit!) works?

        To be mollycoddled by milksop, money-hungry, non-indwelt jerks?

               Or chuck popular lies to gain true faith and spirit: Christ-in-You perks!

 

What’s in it for me, you might, with skepticism, ask?

        Oh lost seeker, have you forgotten the seeker’s high task?

               Christ-in-You trumps popular, as the Truth trumps a mask.

 

       

 

 

 

 

Why it Takes a LOT to Get Unto Christ-in-You Bliss!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/31/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(At the start of WWII, the US Army went to North Africa in its first campaign against the Wehrmacht.  Writes historian Rick Atkinson, “Four US divisions now had combat experience… Troops had learned the importance of terrain, of combined arms, of aggressive patrolling, of stealth, of massed armor.  They now knew what it was like to be bombed, shelled, and machine-gunned, and to fight on.” [AND WIN!- rwb] Hat tip to Dick and Liz Cheney’s book, Exceptional.)

 

(If you think about it, there are no seminars or assemblies or places to go to actually take religious folk such as pastors and get rid of their Leviathan religious pride, or to get rid of their wrong doctrines which sell subtext fear, greed, laziness and worse, or to become by way of an higher one: a saint or prophet.  There are a lot of folk running around, but agreeing NOT to become a holy saint or true apostle or prophet.  At best, they are itinerant or peripatetic? – rwb “This is a confidential report, Daniel, for your eyes and ears only. Keep it secret. Put the book under lock and key until the end. In the interim there is going to be a lot of frantic running around, trying to figure out what’s going on.”  Daniel 12:4, The Message Bible.) 

 

(Have you considered a long term approach to life?  One in which families of the West would train up their children to be mature in spirit, soul and body such that they are more than a match when it comes to helping to win WWIII?  And further, that their children and children beyond are likewise able to help win WWIV, and V and VI and VII?  Because, you know, wars come and go.  Be prepared. – rwb)

 

They were, are and will be – by prophets – warned,

But they lie in their innermost souls, their innermost beings,

        When they say they are so shocked, then dismissive and alarmed!

 

Alarmed by In That Day Teachings’ length and interlocking breadth,

        They say, they want it shorter: how dare it be so long? Make it shorter?

               “Aborters” of good, they perfidiously are, to zany-toady: last breath!

 

Breathe in actual, meaty, apex good, (good saints always get) they cannot!

        They exude and breathe in… but dusty, self-servicing, self-dealing ego,

               I think: I AM. Therefore… their Christ-in-You, by their actions, is not!

 

Not because I, Myself, and Father and Spirit are not tirelessly willing!

        To have Me indwell every NOT sub-taught man, and woman and child!

               Wild, “unciviliazable” they insist to be. Hence the lies they’re swilling.

 

To be, or not to be, which is the question. It IS the QUESTION!

        To be indwelt, as I return quickly, IN: as glorious Christ-in-You!

               Give it a go!  In That Day Teachings: More than a suggestion!

 

Who are We to say such? To restore the path of meat, and not milk?

        We, your triune Godhead, answer saints’ prayers: all saints’ prayers!

               But ye prove yourselves: nay sayers. Ye, to a man and woman, bilk.

 

Ye despise the pedagogy, In That Day, that truly sets yourselves free?

        You mistakenly think that the Holy Spirit is all three? One is three…

               Of Us?  It certainly isn’t!  Christ-in-You is your apex way to be!

 

Ye must see-honor among you: the indwelt,

        Which kills the sin-pride in you, so Leviathan!

               Read Job anew! See how it was that man felt!

 

In That Day Teachings are accurate enough to be sufficient thru and thru,

        Line upon line, tearing down bad, and building in you subsequent good!

               Until Christ-in-You can live reliably, without treachery one, in you!

 

Woe, woe, woe unto those who’ve given their sightless, loveless back,

        To ameliorating In That Day Teachings with Christ-in-You indwelling!

               Despising the Christ-in-You process, in selves, they bring: devils back!

 

And Christ (NOW!) comes back in just one way,

        In the forever time known, anon, as: In That Day!

               But you have other ideas… (We obey what YOU say?)

 

Summary Justice, you mistakenly beg, plead, cajole, harangue and demand,

        From Us, your good God, whom have answered prayers of beloved saints,

                “In-That-Day-Ain’ts:” sin. Seek-honor Christ-in-You, avoid reprimand!

 

Yes, beloved, It never was, is nor will be as EASY as church wants it to be!

        Do the hardest thing you can do: Honor Christ-in-You in others better’n ye!

               Get out Leviathan-religious-pride. Christ-in-You you might by God see!

 

A Jedi-Gordian sword is this! Cutting through a century of bad-doxie fish,

        In That Day explained in nothing short but books of well bespoke poems,

               Yes, tomes (to cut thru sub-teachings amiss) to get: Christ-in-You bliss!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why it’s Best to Love, Not Despise… In That Day’s Rhyme!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/23/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(I suppose it’s insuperable, when ministries are struck down in tragic health, financial or accidental situations… that no ministry suffering under such… can say that God allowed it as a correction… in form of pebble, rock, boulder.  No, ministries always preach about how God corrected man in the bible, but never allow it in their own, and in their sheep’s lives.  What could go wrong? –  rwb )

 

(“Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.” – Friedrich Nietzche)

 

(A prophet kills his calling as Bruce Banner can shoot himself, but Hulk lives on.)

 

They whom are wise and of high comport with eyes-to-see… they see truly!

They would see thru ruses, and well beyond, as In That Day Teachings see!

 

For the many paths narrow into one,

Christ-in-You: CHRIST!  God’s Son!

 

And, never thru popular, self-dealing shenanigans accepted and embraced,

(No, pretty much never!) Leader and sheep must be God-(not rube)-faced!

 

This means the “jubilee debt-forgiveness!”  The “donate-now-to-get-boons!”

The “give-to-the-prophet-get-your-prodigals-back” are from Granfalloons.

 

Can you imagine a fully developed character like Frank Sinatra or even Yoda,

Gullible and taken in by “jubilee-give-to-get-shenanigans?” Oh, brudda!

 

As if a Preacher Jar Jar got Han to donate him the Falcon, that Jabba forget debt?

A long time ago… in a galaxy far away… we learn a sucker is always born yet?

 

So then, how long will it take?

When will real Christian Evangelicals… overrun the fake?

 

Well, YES! And all in God’s good time,

Love, don’t despise In That Day’s rhyme.

 

But how much, how massive IS… the requisite faith?

More, more and more… God saith!

 

But it’s too much! Who loves this cross’ touch? It’s too much to bear!

Just be glad, be glad, oh seekers, In That Day Teachings… are there.

 

 

 

 

 

The In That Day, After Back to the Future…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/22/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(I suppose it’s insuperable, when ministries are struck down in tragic health, financial or accidental situations… that no ministry suffering under such… can say that God allowed it as a correction… in form of pebble, rock, boulder.  No, ministries always preach about how God corrected man in the bible, but never allow it in their own, and in their sheep’s lives.  What could go wrong? –  rwb )

 

(“Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.” – Friedrich Nietzche)

 

 

Listen! Four preachers were struck down by God,

        Smack in the middle of their highest ministry glory!

Crying out for root and branch reform, was God,

        In fear, greed, lazy and prophetic ministry story!

 

But… the flocks of these preachers were shocked,

        The Devil had struck their leaders with unconscious sickness!

They said, God’s healing hand isn’t ever blocked!

        They prayed whole recoveries, with faster than fast quickness!

 

And here’s the point,

        They thought their leaders would return with seven times the ministry power!

God would appoint,

        Each stricken ministry... a taller: fear, greed, lazy, prophetic Gospiel tower?

 

Well, suppose God did such a thing!

        Mr. Rapture Fear awoke, enabling seven times more fear of end-times banes?

        Mr. Prosper Greed awoke, enabling seven times Give-to-Get nugatory lanes?

        Mr. Lazy Emergent awoke, enabling seven times more duped guys & dames?

        Mr. Prophet Future awoke, enabling seven times naming Presidential names?

Each preacher would get more bling!

        But what if In That Day, God was angry with all that!

        And God wanted discernment under each shepherd & sheep’s hat!

        And God provided 1,000 denouement poems… a TRUE prophet begat!

        And denouement unto Christ-in-You ends up where all, at this time, is at!

Then 1776 Tragic Liberty it would bring!

        The four preachers would see Progressive-Retardnation had made ‘em blind!

        That they got in trouble by giving their spirit, via bad subtext, a wrong mind!

        But they repented unto... malice to none, charity to all, firmness in sight fine!

        They’d salute and promulgate Christ-in-You, this Millennium’s work Divine!

 

But each preacher and congregation did not do meaty this,

        The dumb preachers awoke – EVEN dumber!

God will never correct us! They said, It’s our milky bliss!

        And the sheep slept, content in their slumber!

 

This is how it really is,

        A day after the 30-year anniversary of the movie Back to the Future,

In That Day! (Amiss?)

        God can correct no one, if all remain insuperably, stupid-immature!

 

Is your God really… immaturity?

        God, in fact, wants to know,

Christ-in-You requires maturity,

        So, In That Day… GO!

 

       

       

 

 

Where is the Best Living Prophet of God to be Found?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/17/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Let me tell you what God said next.

He said, “You’re my son,

And today is your birthday.

What do you want? Name it:

Nations as a present? Continents as a prize?

You can command them all to dance for you,

Or throw them out with tomorrow’s trash.” – Psalm 2, The Message Bible)

 

The best prophet of God, living,

        Where is he or she? We must go where they live!

The best prophet of God, living,

        Such a mind! Of what: pray tell, is it inquisitive?

 

Oh, the unmitigated joy! The great good! Oh, the rapture!

        The sheer exquisiteness of it all!

The restoration wisdom (olde gold) seekers can capture!

        How to please God and not fall!

 

But the world visits only prophets whom don’t correct,

        The evil in themselves, in church and in state: modern-progressive going on!

For the world loves only prophets who NEVER correct,

        Themselves! Or church! Or state! (Are all such, by definition, woebegone?)

 

But… wouldn’t a real prophet,

        Clearly explain line-by-line why souls, church & state refuse to self-correct?

And wouldn’t a real prophet,

        With malice toward none, charity for all, & firmness that: all might correct?

 

What would a real prophet God could create,

        Look like… and act?

How would bad souls, bad church, bad state,

        Then indeed: react?

 

The best prophet of God, living,

        Where is he or she? We must go where they live!

The best prophet of God, living,

        Such a mind! Of what: pray tell, is it inquisitive?

 

 

 

 

Yes, It’s a Nasty Piece of Work… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/01/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Shall a Communistic POTUS & POPE be victorious church and state snakes?  Shall a Eurasian-Kleptocracy & Persian-Theo-Thugocracy be victorious church-state snakes? And most important of all, shall a Socialist Crony-Elite State combined with an ULTRA-RUBISTIC, Televangelistic-Moronic-Self-Dealing-Cabal-Mafia-Gateway-Keeper-Wolf-Pack be victorious church-state snakes?  The LORD GOD says, in a word, No. His enlightened snake eats them, two at a time.  So has it been, so is it now, so it will always be: that Christ-in-You is free.– rwb)

 

(Remember, Callings are without repentance.  They can work unto 100% accuracy and such, despite other areas of said ministry being lunatic-sinful.  So performing well in one’s calling is NEVER an indicator all is well in said ministry.  Often, God overtly and covertly corrects ministry distortions, but the leader obtusely rebels against all correction, and when all crashes, then wonders why it happened, because the primary calling maintained functionality. – rwb)

 

 

Just one snake wins,

        Says the LORD!

It eats two others,

        With My sword!

 

Yes, it’s a nasty, nasty piece of work,

        In That Day,

Drink deep affliction! Pop the cork!

        (No Hurray?)

 

Church and State tyranny (of ALL types) smashed at last!

        Well, Oops-See-Daisy!

My bad prophet churches not clean enough to get past?

        (Spiritually: too lazy?)

 

Their over-extended seasons to learn… have run out,

        Now they discover, too late, My (not their) deadlines!

In shock and awe unbelief… as babies they pout!

        Uncorrected, their demise’ll make smallish headlines.

 

They were given copious,

        In That Day Teachings!

Their reply: Nope, not us!

        (Shrunk soul reachings?)

 

Just one snake: which eats,

        The two beasts of devilish church-state tyranny,

It performs all great feats,

        Thru Western-Enlightened memes lost to many.

 

Know that I provide you with ZERO,

        Angels to organize your self, family, state and church!

Fight inner demons as good HERO,

        So, allege unity: correct self, family, state and church!

 

This is Abraham’s, Moses’, Christ’s blessings… oh ye obstinate fools!

        In That Day: denouement burns dark clouds in you away! Be inside: True!

Mad-Max Church and Mad-Max State are Satan’s rube-making tools,

        Learn, imbibe In That Day Teachings… be ye imbued with Christ in You!

 

Yet and even so…  Yet and even so…  Yet and even so!

        Still, you don’t believe I can and will do that?

You must, in you, only Leviathan church pride: grow?

        Hear Me: Live in Christ! Or be crushed flat.

 

Comprehend this, then: Whom the Son sets free is free indeed!

        Yet you cling to rube lie-making, force-a-blessing: give-to-get rube income?

Church and State must be non-self dealing in innermost creed!

        Clean up dumb-rube-making, sight-robbing houses or die.  And kiss the Son.

 

Just one snake wins,

        Says the LORD!

It eats two others,

        With My sword!

 

Yes, it’s a nasty, nasty piece of work,

        In That Day,

Drink deep affliction! Pop the cork!

        (No Hurray?)

 

Church and State tyranny (of ALL types) smashed at last!

        Well, Oops-See-Daisy!

My bad prophet churches not clean enough to get past?

        (Spiritually: too lazy?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why the Olde Wine Skins, Young Ministry Folk? Huh?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/27/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

(Who knew? You can’t pour new wine… into dead-body-old wine skins! – rwb)

 

 

Why the Olde Wine skins, young ministry folk?

        You have a New Wine wake up call!

But… you treat it as a joke?

 

Puerile! You want everything “cute, cool-stuff, guys, incredible-unbelievable?”

        You therefore despise rebuke-chastisement-correction of whom God loves?

               So stunning!  You de-platform honest-prophetic New Wine achievable?

 

You play with shiploads of dynamite, as if it were a baby’s first ice cream?

        You nonchalantly toss lit Zippos at multiple gas tanker accident scenes?

               You are the most obtuse, rebellious, dumbest wine skins God’s seen!

 

God really wants to pour ameliorating New Wine… into you!

        You act as proud, youngling ingrates, untaught as what to do?

               Rotten Olde Wine skins never can abide what and Who’s True!

 

How can you be at once so immature-young, yet so despicably rigid-olde?

        You are as legions of Pharisees, Sadducees, proud lawyers… Christ told!

               Now you write a sad story of leviathan, church-ossification: brain-mold!

 

Here’s the great, big… how-to-synchronize-Earth-with-heaven problem:

        God wants His body: Intelligence Bell Curve moved significantly to right!

               He’ll get’er done, despite church prophets gone rube-pabulum-maudlin!

 

Because: of Rainbow Stew Prophets, well, frankly God’s got… plenty to burn!

        But… what prophet will stand manly, to take corrections massively earned?

               In That Day, leviathan church pride dies, so unto Christ-in-You: all turn!

 

Why the olde wine skins, young ministry folk?

        You have a New Wine wake up call!

               But… you treat it as a joke?

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Big, Beautifying Cake is Already Baked, In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/13/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

(This is such an old joke, but worth repeating In That Day: When the church is caught in doctrinal adultery, for example when experiencing Revelation’s plagues because of mouthing evil Rapture doctrine such that plagues redound on ‘em, the Churchianity leadership earnestly double-down on its bet!  Despite In That Day’s many obvious, time-tested truths, the in-plague leader, when caught in flagrante delicto, says to rubes, “Who are you going to believe, me or your eyes?” -- rwb)

 

 

 

The big, beautifying cake is already baked,

        YES! In That Day!

Red-hot coals are, by God’s angels, raked,

        God’s high way!

 

Anything, In That Day, more,

        Is mere icing on its inestimable cake!

Behold: In That Day’s stores!

        Time proves all true, and what’s fake!

 

Woe, woe, woe! Woe unto sub-taught religious man,

        In That Day, he surprisingly finds… he can’t really stand!

Go, go go! Yet Christ, obeying His-our: Father, can,

        Indwell! Therefore, hear the God-given remnant’s plan!

 

For…In That Day,

        Rejoice! A day to stop losing!

Yet who says nay?

        Those of backward choosing!

 

How can anyone, of sane mind, say no to In That Day? Say no, to In That Day?

        Most churched, with leviathan religious pride, do!

Dénouement verily unto Christ-in-You! Tragic-Liberty! Systema’s health way!

        Who, except of leviathan pride, wants to be true?

 

You can’t fix lunatic-leadership California, nor ISIS, nor socialist progressives,

        Without 1) Christ-in-You, 2) Tragic Liberty and 3) Systema body health!

The old religious halfway, half-right, self-servicing bosses, half-baked missives,

        Is death-in-a-bucket.  So CHUCK IT! Find ye, In That Day, God’s wealth!

 

God’s wealth is an apex-profound, sans religious pride wholeness thru & through!

        Hence In That Day Teachings if you are ready to kill pride, are ready for you,

No half-measures. No half-truths. No compromise of selling that which is untrue,

        Nay rather: Systema health, Tragic-Liberty & the whole body: Christ-in-You.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of Geese, of Ganders… and Folks Doubling Down on Stupid!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/12/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Goose: The female of certain web-footed, swimming birds.  Gander: The male.)

 

What is good… for the goose,

        Is good for the gander,

Meaning don’t pick and choose,

        Whom GOD slanders…

 

God’s Hand strikes a despised, uncorrectable world leader,

        Down, and you celebrate it?

Yes you do!  But then… your equally uncorrectable leader?

        Admit, of this, you hate it!

 

And you NEVER can say,

        God desires a wood shed correction-discussion with the religious man?

And you NEVER can say,

        God is sovereign (you forbid it?) and corrects affairs of religious man?

 

No, Behold! It’s just: double down on dumb,

        Dumber and dumbest… still?

Behold how you hate how Christ does come?

        How you loathe God’s will?

 

Never learning from the Book of Job,

        No, “IT” can never happen to you?

In That Day: Lobotomy, Front Lobe,

        To Christ-in-You, you do…

 

Great Light!

        In the form of holy teachings, Tragic-liberty and Systema for health of body,

Too Bright?

        You say, if you say anything at all. Your lack-luster reply? Epically shoddy.

 

Even untaught, unbiblical people,

        Can say of a BIG thing, “It was, for us, a sign!”

Such aren’t sub-human sheeple!

        So: In That Day: Christ-in-You: NOW align!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Redeem the Time, For Your Time of Redemption Draweth Nigh!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/10/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Redeem the time,

        For your time of redemption draweth nigh!

Poems that rhyme,

        These form the basis of your battle cry!

 

There is a muscular Christianity,

        And In That Day Teachings describes it!

Unapologetic: indwelt humanity,

        And when time is right, evil will fight it…

 

Evil will fight it, this timely-surprising, answer-to-prayers, utmost Christian good,

        But this good must be named: concisely, precisely, exactly… as it should!

“IN THAT DAY TEACHINGS” is its name,

        Call it any other thing, and you get bane!

 

Wake up, oh Christian slumberers, oh ye dusty-brained, faith-gone, blighty fools!

        The best among you have prayed for solution, from our very God on high!

In That Day Teachings, Systema and Tragic-Liberty are mighty deliverance tools,

        Fight confidently for what’s right, your days of redemption draweth nigh.

 

Redeem the time,

        For your time of redemption draweth nigh!

Poems that rhyme,

        These form the basis of your battle cry!

 

Its language brooms out through cobwebs of centuries of Christian sub-education,

        Shocking: purpose-driven-dribble, rubistic, Progtard-enslaving propaganda!

So remember the meaty, tough, Christ-in-You highways of indwelt exaltation,

        And Systema for the body, and Tragic-Liberty worldview for God’s agenda.

 

For these three things,

        Meat-not-milk Christianity, Tragic-Liberty worldview and even Systema,

Christ-in-You brings!

        They deliver the holy… out of this world’s recompense-requite dilemma.

 

In That Day, some seers see only what the world has done,

        Because of baby-milk Christianity, and they fear we will all get what is due!

But In That Day Teachings see past this and well beyond!

        The holy shall thrive: civic-ly, physically and spiritually with Christ-in-You!

 

Redeem the time,

        For your time of redemption draweth nigh!

Poems that rhyme,

        These form the basis of your battle cry!

 

 

 

 

What Happens When Ministries Call Everything Good?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/08/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

What happens when, in ministry, you call everything good that happens to you: good; but likewise everything bad that happens to you bad… also you call: good?

 

Answer: BAD.

 

For I say unto you this day, this day the LORD says unto you, I want my ministries to be real… to model life as it is, not as they say it is, but as it is.  The Good, the Bad, the Ugly.  The explainable as well as the inexplicable. 

 

For much that is inexplicable to humans can, with time, be known and become explainable.

 

Calling both good and bad: good… means correction is not possible in this lifetime.  But you only have this lifetime to get right and higher and holier with Me!  Only so many decades, or days, or even minutes.  To not see this, and be willingly obtuse, is to have no fear of God. And where there is no fear of God, there is death. 

 

There is the fruitless tree, dunged and dunged again and again by My gardeners, but still it produces fruit which might look good, but is inedible.  Yet it is proffered by leaders and et and makes My people sick!

 

Therefore I am sick of My people being sick.  Therefore My ministers have sickness visited upon them.  Yet they learn not!

 

They get prayers.  They get amens!  They get money!  But they don’t ever learn the lesson until it is too late.  Like the man in Leo Tolstoy’s “The Death of Ivan Ilyich” they learn, but they learn too late!

 

These leaders never believe what happens to them is a sign and a warning and a chance to grow.  And to be transparent through and into and out of the lessons they are given to learn. 

 

Everyone seems to know time has been wasted.  And likewise they know time is near out for them.

 

Yet when I give them more time, time they request when under great duress, I give them healing which grants them more time, time to learn the things they have obtusely avoided, but they do nothing but waste all time, all opportunities, and all the universe’s energy they can grab, and they change not and yet proclaim of Me, I AM Good!

 

They test Me, in this thing!  AM I good?  Of course, I AM.  Therefore, their time is out!  One, two, or three more times I shall grant them mercy to proclaim My higher ways, required for these higher times, and then I shall sadly call them home… and seek and build and wait and refine others to answer the calls these leaders stubbornly chose to abandon.

 

LORD, give I this to Kim Clement’s team?

 

Your writing this has already established the things I desired to be put in motion.

 

I want wholeness, soul deep – not bifurcated.  No hiding behind pianos or such.  I want fellowship of leaders whom each are given part of the whole plan.

 

I want honor unto whom honor is due!

 

And Behold, I want the Earth to know and see and taste that God, that I, AM GOOD!

 

I want to manifest in every man, woman and child.  It is our Father’s will.  It is, believe it or not, what is the “everything” which the Holy Spirit teaches!

 

Behold, not a minister, nor a prophet, nor a diva, nor a trumpeter, nor any of these things.  Rather, behold Christ-in-You in others and bless them!  Not even merely the minister, not even merely the prophet, nor the mere diva nor mere trumpeter.  In That Day, bless Christ-in-You in others.

 

Tell Kim Clement and his team this.

 

Pray for eyes to see for them, because there is so much still they do not see.  Pray for ears to hear for them, because there is so much they still REFUSE to hear.

 

They want to do much, even all “their” way, and their way is yet and still far from whole.  They can be more whole, but they must open up.  Even, they must, open up to others abiding in Christ-in-You.  That trumps, if you will, a collar. A prestige.  A position. A power.  Christ-in-You is our Father’s ultimate trump hand.  It is the Hand of Father God moving.  It is Me in You.  Honor it.  Learn from other Christ-in-You’s.  Honor them!

 

Honor!

 

Honor!

 

Honor!

 

Honor unto whom honor is due.  As the French President, Francios Hollande, honored the three American men and one British man for fighting back against the evil of terrorism.  He made them French Knights!

 

I would do so to My people, be-knighting them with the highest honor, higher than even the French Legion of Honor, the honor of Christ-in-You.

 

Tell My people to humble themselves, especially My leaders, to honor Christ-in-You in others… that I might redound the honor in them!

 

Tell them to honor In That Day, a day of whole maturity, not part.  Part doesn’t work with Christ-in-You.

 

Absent Christ-in-You, it’s just egoistic leaders who’ve learned how to manipulate the sheep and the sheep’s universe to shower accolades and honor and money upon their desolate selves.

 

The only way, in fact, to maturely handle fame, power, money, or to handle great responsibility and position – whether as a parent or President – is Christ-in-You.

 

Christ-in-You is the way of the best solutions, done in the quickest time… solving intractable problems in the most humane, which is the most godly (yet not necessarily overtly religious – but often most veiled of religion and religiosity) way!  It is our Father’s best way!

 

My children, grow up and come into the knowledge and life, In That Day, of Christ-in-You.  Stop fighting Christ-in-You.  Stop fighting the universe.  Obey our Father God.  Receive Christ-in-You.  Learn from the Holy Spirit how this works.  It works by honoring others in Christ-in-You, which humbles your proud spirits.  It also works by getting rid of bad doctrines!  (I can’t abide in a mess!)

 

Do these things, and you will prosper.  Stay in milk religion, and you will learn these things painfully.  This is the light and the darkness of In That Day, a time when milk religion must grow up into meat religion.  I AM that meat. Partake of Me by honoring Me in others.  Yes, that is painful to you and evidence of your leviathan pride of religion!  (Can you not learn, In That Day, what Job learned?)

 

Oh My children, the hour is late and there is so much to learn of In That Day and Christ-in-You and everything having to do with our Father.

 

Learn, grow and kill your pride.  Love God, kill your pride. And honor, yes honor, Christ-in-You wherever you find Me, which will also kill your religious pride.  For you will find in Me, love and solution and a way into beauty and life and goodness.

 

Thus saith your LORD, Who asks you to really, really, really grow up and grow in good and kill your religious pride and honor Christ-in-You in others so that I might abide in you.  This, then, is our Father’s will and plan In That Day.  Amen.

 

 

 

 

If Californians Can Be Restored, There’s Hope for Man!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/01/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

California raises complete Californian home-grown, maximum-enslaved idiots,

        This IS the universe’s dictionary definition of self-made mental midgets,

They are oft lusty in love with all things so uglified: necrotic-Progtard,

        And oft stupid gets put in deep and oft stupid gets put in hard!

So then, how do you get “Idiocracy” out of a leviathan-proud: Californian jerk?

        (Elihu did it with Job, but – man oh man! – it was powerful work!)

 

Shall California, then, once more lead the nation,

        And defund pedagogy of Progressive-Retardation?

Or shall it become the ne plus ultra worst of everything,

        Whilst believing, and bragging, it better actor than the best of best?

At base, look at CAL-very religion: at that axiom, dumbed-down fling,

        Figure what it did wrong: Go on a “Find-the-Bizarro-Factor” quest!

 

This church is, of course, primarily: flip-floppie lazy,

        To believe lowbrow: high, well that’s ipso-facto crazy!

Who cares, so what, whatever… and ain’t Cool-God great?

        Mush for brains, love, heart, spine… served on a plate?

God isn’t mad, no, He gives them the unchanging confusion of mental-rot faces,

        However… He sent a Cali-Ex-Pat to Reno, to win highest thought card aces!

 

But folks won’t play with the man from Reno,

        Who gave his life to learn what is keen to know,

Leviathan is Progtard Pride, that’s for absolute-definite certain,

        It has doomed many lands with a dense brain-fog, mentality curtain!

Darkness covers even religious land, gross darkness even religious people,

        The hope is CAL-very will un-Progtard its leaders… and then its sheeple!

 

Maybe In that Day Teachings will be received as true,

        Honestly, restoration is what they’re designated to do!

Outlandish, outrageous in crude, biting, cancer-excising form of variety poem,

        And too many!  Too long! Ye gods! Ack!  Ack! A 12-set, burdensome tome?

Like bitter mental medicine. Hot coals via tongs of awesome-avenging angels!

        Even so: Christ-in-You proffered. God’s sublime mind-enhancement angles.

 

Choose you this day! Choose this day! Choose this day!

        A working and workable, God-sent (not man-sent) way,

I apologize! I know! It comes as such a horrendous shock!

        It cannot be edited, added to, or lessened… or mocked!

This magnum opus is what it is, and infinitely much, much more!

        If only, if only, man would buy from the In That Day Teachings store.

 

A Millennium of goodness instead of woe,    (Costing: not too high to buy it!)

        If man would give these teachings a go, (An experiment: go ahead try it!)

Only God knows how tired I, as its scribe, I am,

        Of Cali-man’s rejection of his restoration plan!

So it’s California dreaming: a Golden Oasis of Good, instead of same-old blight,

        But since God has had it all done this: Silver Bullet Way, all will be right!

 

When? When? When?  When!

        When will all be right?  When will all be right!

…When these brassy, hard-hitting poems are seriously read by men seeking light,

        …And they are believed and esteemed and processed: body-soul-spirit-tight!

For In That Day Teachings are a mighty, yes, mighty mental-processing machine,

        Designed by God to host Christ-in-You in latent spirits dry, but soon green!

 

 

 

       

 

 

 

 

How To Confidently Repair the World…  ( ASAP!!!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/20/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“For the world is hollow and I have touched the sky,” – said a “prophet” in an old Star Trek TV show, where a people were trapped by a tyrant-computer tricking them to think they were not in a spaceship prison, but rather they were a free people on a good planet.)

 

(“Yet [man] even in his fallen state, dwarfed as he is by the spatial-temporal immensities of forests, mountains and lakes, man has impressive potentialities for good and evil; for man, as [James Fenimore] Cooper [author of The Last of the Mohicans,] and all tragic writers regard him, is ambiguously gifted. He is irremediably finite, severely limited in his capacity for awareness, narrowly constricted by his cultural ties, and forever blinded by an egocentricity that clouds his judgment.  To a variable extent, however, he is capable through the exercise of reason and strict self-discipline, of transcending these conditions so as to solve his problems [quickly,] responsibly, with humility, tolerance and generosity.  Indeed, since man is a social being, his dignity and his survival depend on his cultivation of these qualities.”  –  James Franklin Beard, in an afterward to the book.)

 

To confidently repair the world,                    (Fix its Weltanschauung, baby!)

        Defund all “Progressive-Retardnation” worldview education!

To confidently repair the world,                      (Fix its Weltanschauung, baby!)

        Fund the 1776-1900 “Tragic-Liberty” worldview education!

 

Is there anything this wouldn’t fix?

        It’s such a crazy idea, it might work!

From 1776 to 1900 the US had a Tragic-Liberty mix,

        Then Progtards installed their twisted pedagogy torque.

 

The Germans had done it earlier,

        Nazi Socialists were Progtard forerunner,

The Soviets did it burlier,

        Progtardism is a shotgun to the brain, a big-bore stunner.

 

Inner cities would have peace,

        So would the Middle East,

African and Third World poverty would cease,

        If Tragic-Liberty lovers killed the Progtard beast.

 

This is the undeniable, ultimate, guaranteed ax-to-root,

        Therefore and so, train up a child in the way he should go,

And when he is old, he will not depart from it.  Shoot!

        Western Enlightenment always works.  You don’t know?

 

Huge is the polyglot hypnotism chair,

        So many are sadly, inextricably tied to,

Via the Progtard-sadistic rot in the air,

        A few escape, the rest stay glued to…

 

Abraham Lincoln, age 28 in 1838, said at New York, Lyceum,

        Beware “Towering Genius” which will universally enslave our minds!

Damn if the Progtard educators made us their lies: buy ‘em,

        Tragic-Liberty, then, will overcome this reverse of brains for behinds!

 

Lincoln said raise children to be a) generally intelligent,

        b) moral… and c) lovers of laws and the Republic’s Constitution,

Clearly then, now we know where liberty’s fix-all went!

        Good for evil was swapped! Swap it back: Pedagogy Restoration!

 

To confidently repair the world,                      (Fix its Weltanschauung, baby!)

        Defund all “Progressive-Retardnation” worldview education!

To confidently repair the world,                      (Fix its Weltanschauung, baby!)

        Fund the 1776-1900 “Tragic-Liberty” worldview education!

 

Can it be so easy?

        Easier than un-chaining folk of K-12 and university/media-induced: stupid!

Can it be so easy?

        Americans are God’s rebels, loving life! They’ll divorce this necrotic cupid!

       

 

 

 

 

 

How to Become a Battle Born Saint, In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/18/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 (Most, not all, In That Day Teachings were written while in Northern Nevada.  Nevada’s state flag is blue, with two sagebrush branches, one big star and a gold banner, hearkening to America’s Civil War against slavery, declaring “BATTLE BORN.” – rwb)

 

(Hat tip to God, who really knows how to hide a great number of things… in plain sight!)

 

(The id is the part of the mind in which innate instinctive impulses and primary processes are manifest.  Spiritually, they are the good dogs and bad dogs we feed, often unbeknownst.  They are the monsters or leviathans or angel-devils on our shoulders, humans at all times have.  Who wins? The ones we feed.  It’s why people need constitutional republics, which are designed to put a check on the government people who needs be put a check on the people they govern.  Cain might have asked God to remove this inner struggle, the existence of dark matter in his soul, dark spirits that he might let take control of his consciousness and kill his brother.  God did not remove this from him, as it is humanity’s job to control inner evil… in milk or meat believer. – rwb)

 

 

It isn’t easy becoming a “Battle Born” saint,

        Not if you want to be a Ben Cartwright circa Bonanza!

Calling all them that “Battle Born” ain’t!

        But wanting to be, truly, truly more than a credenza…

 

Wanting to be like Tony Stark, or Captain America, or a tall Clint Eastwood,

        To be an Avenger, a Joan of Arc… a woman or man, dedicated to good!

Well, it takes three impossible things,

        And Christ-in-You it brings…

 

Tell me, tell me, tell me!

        What are those three impossible things?

Tell me, tell me, tell me!

        We’ll pay any price the register rings!

 

They are for the spirit, the body and soul,

        Three things will put you together like a handsome Ben Cartwright!

They are for the spirit, the mind and soul,

        Good as gold, even better, you win – even – if you lose the fight!

 

For the body: Russian Martial Art Systema… travel the world to learn it,

        For the soul: “Tragic-Liberty” worldview instead of Progtard or Tribal,

For the spirit: In That Day Teachings… having faith will let you earn it,

        All three redound unto Christ-in-You, God’s great mystery of the bible!

 

A few folk, if they are lucky,

        Earn, learn, keep and live… just ONE… of these precepts!

But if you are quite plucky,

        Earn, learn, keep and live… even TWO of these precepts!

 

But if you want the whole enchilada, triple the tribulations, triple the woe,

        Triple the Christ-in-You, triple the power of God when He says, GO!

Learn THREE of these precepts, and son you will be a full man,

        Daughter, you’ll be a full woman… nay King and Queen in the land!

 

King and Queen… of precisely, exactly what?    (It isn’t the only way to go!)

        One might ask, In That Day!                         (It’s the only way I know…)

Of Christ-in-You… as God would you ought,     (Sorry, folks, I know NO better!)

        At love’s task, In That Day!                        (Show us, then, Christ unfettered!)

 

 

 

The Third Rock from the Sun… And What Could Go Wrong!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/16/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 (Hat tip to Nachmanides, a 13th Century Spanish rabbi who wrote about Job. – rwb)

 

 (The id is the part of the mind in which innate instinctive impulses and primary processes are manifest.  Spiritually, they are the good dogs and bad dogs we feed, often unbeknownst.  They are the monsters or leviathans or angel-devils on our shoulders, humans at all times have.  Who wins? The ones we feed.  It’s why people need constitutional republics, which are designed to put a check on the government people who needs be put a check on the people they govern.  Cain might have asked God to remove this inner struggle, the existence of dark matter in his soul, dark spirits that he might let take control of his consciousness and kill his brother.  God did not remove this from him, as it is humanity’s job to control inner evil… in milk or meat believer. – rwb)

 

(Hat tip to the 1996 movie “Mars Attacks!” wherein one out of a thousand make it. Most folk appear unready and underdeveloped as humans, when Mars aliens suddenly attack.)

 

That’s it! ENOUGH! Call out the old forays!   

        Call out the old Army helmets, put ‘em on!

Arm up with three-oh-eight, wood stock M1A’s, 

        Lock and load! It’s a full auto fight, son!

 

We need lots of skinny-tire’d, open-air, green Army Jeeps!

        The kind made after World War II,

And yes! Hot-damn Sherman tanks! Jeepers’ Creeps!

        Well now! Anything, they can’t do?

 

We might even need a nuke-dropping, battle-proven B-29 Bomber Fortress,

        So rev up our trusty old friend: Enola Gay!

We’ve got to stop! What mind-denouement seeing do we stop? Of course:

        Christ-in-You! In That Day! God’s Way!

 

Calling all pastors, calling all seminaries, those erudite-uncorrectable seminaries!

        Tell us who wrote Job? Fairies? The Book of Job was written by fairies?

Not Elihu, as In That Day Teachings say? (It’s what In That Day Teachings say!)

        Inner-id-monster leviathan... isn’t religious pride, no way?  No way?

 

Calling all TV broadcasters, oh so clever-sly!

        Why should we contribute? Never ask why?

Dumb, dumber and dumber still… throughout the rainless, endless drought land?

        Don’t anybody try to say, or hear, what’s missing: Christ-in-You grand?

 

No, it’s universal whack-a-mole’ers,

        Here, there and everywhere!

UNHOLY STEAMROLLERS!

        (Indwelling hasn’t a prayer?)

 

That’s it! ENOUGH! Call out the old forays!

        Call out the old Army helmets, put ‘em on!

Arm up with three-oh-eight, wood stock M1A’s, 

        Lock and load! It’s a full auto fight, son!

 

We need lots of skinny-tire’d, open-air, green Army Jeeps!

        The kind made after World War II,

And yes! Hot-damn Sherman tanks! Jeepers’ Creeps!

        Well now! Anything, they can’t do?

 

We might even need a nuke-dropping, battle-proven B-29 Bomber Fortress,

        So rev up our trusty old friend: Enola Gay!

We’ve got to stop! What mind-denouement seeing do we stop? Of course:

        Christ-in-You! In That Day! God’s Way!

 

Third rock from the sun,

        What’s going on?

A poet, hearing God’s Son?

        Oh my! What fun!

 

Intelligence: un-gullible,

        Is the next revival?   Not a con all, rat stew mishmash; but an honest revival?

Line by line: swallow-able,

        For eyes to see to read bible!  To see what’s high and anti-leviathan in bible?

 

Redounding unto Christ-in-You!

        By putting guillotine to religious pride, clericalism’s ugly leviathan?

It’s so crazy, it’s probably TRUE!

        Wait, let’s abort it in womb! Rather, let’s keep birthing Satan’s son?

 

That’s it! ENOUGH! Call out the old forays!

        Call out the old Army helmets, put ‘em on!

Arm up with three-oh-eight, wood stock M1A’s,

        Lock and load! It’s a full auto fight, son!

 

We need lots of skinny-tire’d, open-air, green Army Jeeps!

        The kind made after World War II,

And yes! Hot-damn Sherman tanks! Jeepers’ Creeps!

        Well now! Anything, they can’t do?

 

 

We might even need a nuke-dropping, battle-proven B-29 Bomber Fortress,

        So rev up our trusty old friend: Enola Gay!

We’ve got to stop! What mind-denouement seeing do we stop? Of course:

        Christ-in-You! In That Day! God’s Way!

 

Are we church folk reacting illogically, crazy?

        No, it’s just thousands of years of religion lazy,

In That Day Teachings? A real daisy?

        We reject light? We love darkness hazy?

 

Though light has come to the Book of Job,

        To the way and return of Christ!

We reject any manner of holier robe,

        This then, is our zombie heist?

 

We might as well as believe in 1950’s, Mesmer-terrifying: flying saucers,

        Large spinning hubcaps of shiny chrome and little green men, techno-strong!

No matter how Christ-in-You is presented, we virtually reject all offers!

        Pew! Pew! Pew! Bang! Bang! Bang! KABOOM! What could go wrong?

 

That’s it! ENOUGH! Call out the old forays!

        Call out the old Army helmets, put ‘em on!

Arm up with three-oh-eight, wood stock M1A’s,

        Lock and load! It’s a full auto fight, son!

 

We need lots of skinny-tire’d, open-air, green Army Jeeps!

        The kind made after World War II,

And yes! Hot-damn Sherman tanks! Jeepers’ Creeps!

        Well now! Anything, they can’t do?

 

We might even need a nuke-dropping, battle-proven B-29 Bomber Fortress,

        So rev up our trusty old friend: Enola Gay!

We’ve got to stop! What mind-denouement seeing do we stop? Of course:

        Christ-in-You! In That Day! God’s Way!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Am Job’s Daughter! (And… I AM… is in Our Kind!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #12 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/14/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 (Hat tip to Nachmanides, a 13th Century Spanish rabbi who wrote about Job. – rwb)

 

(The id is the part of the mind in which innate instinctive impulses and primary processes are manifest.  Spiritually, they are the good dogs and bad dogs we feed, often unbeknownst.  They are the monsters or leviathans or angel-devils on our shoulders, humans at all times have.  Who wins? The ones we feed.  It’s why people need constitutional republics, which are designed to put a check on the government people who needs be put a check on the people they govern.  Cain might have asked God to remove this inner struggle, the existence of dark matter in his soul, dark spirits that he might let take control of his consciousness and kill his brother.  God did not remove this from him, as it is humanity’s job to control inner evil… in milk or meat believer. – rwb)

 

(Remember, Job was first “perfect-righteous”… but the Bible also refers to a “holiness” of saints & prophets which may have been referring a higher seeing place in God. – rwb)

 

I believe in my father, I am his daughter,

        I believe in my two sisters, though we’re in prison!

And my seven brothers due for slaughter,

        Our father, the great man: Job, is a famous person.

 

God is dealing with him, our rigid-righteous (bad in some ways) father Job!

        And… as with him, us! The whole religious, prideful world… someday!

Today and thousands of years into tomorrow’s troubled, In That Day globe!

        God (I AM) in him, and us! Pride must be removed from us, someway!

 

Dad was praying, high on a mountain, for us!    (Chaldeans making a devil-trap!)

        When we were partying on the party bus!   (Posts cut, awaiting wind flap!)

We were getting ready to drink, or fly-high, laugh… you know, whatever,

        When head-chopping Chaldeans out-clevered our dissipating clever!

 

Our seven brothers had rebelled against Dad, and why not?

        Rigid, religious proud… always telling us he knows what God thinks!

Even my two sisters said they knew Dad’s bliss was rot,

        You can’t tell Dad nothing! They said, His pride, even to God, stinks!

 

But we, not him, got hit!  Oh, how we got hit!

        Everyone knows any souls taken by Chaldeans are dead! So dead!

Seven heads will be chopped off… that’s it,

        And we sisters given brass bikinis, fake swords and sent: to bed!

 

Which is why our dad, Job, surely says to God and all… I died,

        Why the great Job, our dad, says we all are truly, truly dead,

Our proud spirits were good as dead, in saying this, none lied,

        Yet… I believe in my dad!  Why in me, oh God, no dread?

 

I believe in my father, I am his daughter,

        I believe in my two sisters, though we’re in prison!

And my seven brothers due for slaughter,

        Our father, the great man: Job, is a famous person.

 

God is dealing with him, our rigid-righteous (bad in some ways) father Job!

        And… as with him, us! The whole religious, prideful world… someday!

Today and thousands of years into tomorrow’s troubled, In That Day globe!

        God (I AM) in him, and us! Pride must be removed from us, someway!

 

Wish I could remember our family’s martial art, maybe I can!

        What the seventh son of the seventh son of Methuselah taught us ten,

Breathe! Relax! Posture! Movement! The olde System plan!

        Even these fake dominatrix swords can defeat badly sub-taught men.

 

Come on, pretty sisters!

        We can reverse fortune on these no good Chaldean misters!

See, we’ve beaten them down!

        And we’ve got the keys to bring our seven brothers ‘round!

 

But let’s pretend-dress in head-chopper executioner robes, black!

        And convince our obtuse, proud brothers: their so-rigid-pride must leave!

And we three did! We made our brothers, of stubborn, religious pride: grieve!

        Then, Surprise Bros! It’s your sisters, with keys, to get home back!

 

Then, to the siblings ten of us,

        The strangest of strange things, a super rare happening indeed, happened!

I confess. God, He indwelt us!

        But only after pride-of-life-and-religion: expunged, by trial that happened!

 

Surely, we thought, while walking the long journey home,

        This needs to happen to our father, whom we loved, Job!

Folks told us on the way, Job had flesh-scabs to the bone!

        Would it be enough, we thought, to remove pride’s robe?

 

Closer to home, we heard Job’s three blabber-mouth friends,

        Had talked with pride, and religious-knowledge, and got nowhere quick!

But our youngest brother knew Elihu as a man God sends,

        And he said Elihu’s God-indwelling would remove what made Dad sick!

 

 

When we got home, to our beloved, battered-but-better patriarch,

        Sure enough Elihu had spoken, as a prophet in a storm, God’s way!

Leviathan religious pride was gone from our family line’s mark,

        Ten children, one father and Elihu: indwelt of God! Hallelu, hurray!

 

I believe in my father, I am his daughter,

        I believe in my two sisters, though we’re in prison!

And my seven brothers due for slaughter,

        Our father, the great man: Job, is a famous person.

 

God is dealing with him, our rigid-righteous (bad in some ways) father Job!

        And… as with him, us! The whole religious, prideful world… someday!

Today and thousands of years into tomorrow’s troubled, In That Day globe!

        God (I AM) in him, and us! Pride must be removed from us, someway!

 

Lest you in “mad-ernity” (as brain-proud leviathans) mock,

        How God helped us overcome inner demons of subconscious id-idiocracy!

In your own (inevitable, gargantuan) Job-trials don’t mock,

        How only harsh treatment turns spirit-of-milk to meat and true eyes to see!

 

Thousands of years from now we foretell, rather expertly we foretell,

        An In That Day of Denouement of generally extreme… intelligent awakening!

A humongous spiritual and physical scourging, as we went thru well,

        Our Savior God knows how and when souls need a more-than-mean shaking. 

 

Perhaps a poet prophet,

        Will unlock the key to whom wrote our father’s famously inscrutable book,

(Unlock who locked it!)

        Anything is possible, even God-indwelling… if people are curious to look!

 

I believe in my father, I am his daughter,

        I believe in my two sisters, though we’re in prison!

And my seven brothers due for slaughter,

        Our father, the great man: Job, is a famous person.

 

God is dealing with him, our rigid-righteous (bad in some ways) father Job!

        And… as with him, us! The whole religious, prideful world… someday!

Today and thousands of years into tomorrow’s troubled, In That Day globe!

        God (I AM) in him, and us! Pride must be removed from us, someway!

 


Why Does an Automobile Have Two Headlights?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/21/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

(Hat tip to Christ Quinn and her Subaru headlight repair. – rwb)

 

 

Why does a normal automobile have two headlights?

        In the case one goes out,

Why are church and state distinct, separate mights?

        In the case one goes out.

 

Why are prophets and pastors utterly different?

        In the case one goes out,

One corrects the other from being too hell bent,

        In the case one goes out.

 

America’s well-regulated militia is made of two separate power groups,

        In the case one goes out,

Each governor’s military guard, and citizens outside state leader loops,

        In the case one goes out.

 

God wants total opposites to maintain separation, but loving each other,

        In the case one goes out,

In marriage, babies are made by a different sister and different brother,

        In the case one goes out.

 

Who can correct Big Government or Central Bankers un-disrupted?

        In the case one goes out,

Buy gold, when government and fiat money are disaster-corrupted,           

        In the case both go out.

 

What balances the global, epic, universal wayward lurching of church and state?

        In the case, In That Day, they both go out!

Prophets and Statesmen –  Christ-in-You great –  fix darkened church and state,

        In the case, In That Day, they both go out!

 

How can Prophets and Statesmen, then, fix church and state?

        When, In That Day, they both go out!

Christ-in-You, in man and woman, will fix church and state!

        When, In That Day, they both go out!

 

Wouldn’t it be easier to believe in Rapture or an Imminent Literal God Return?

        In the case, In That Day, we see lights gone out?

Can’t we believe in a God or religion fixing NOT US, but the world’s burn?

        In the case, In That Day, we see lights gone out?

 

LORD, give us something simpler than Robert Burke and In That Day Teachings!

        It’s your choice, kindle the fire or put it out!

LORD, give us anything simpler than Robert Burke and In That Day Teachings!

        It’s your choice, kindle the fire or put it out!

 

Why does a car have two headlights? Can one spare prevent darkness of night?

        In the case, the other goes out!

Church and state: both full dark; but In That Day’s Christ-in-You quite bright?

        Kindle the fire, or put it out!

 

How can we get eyes to see, ears to hear all this… to be wise in all this?

        Kindle the fire, or put it out!

Is it our own choice of coverings: gross darkness or Christ-in-You bliss?

        Kindle the fire, or put it out!

 

 

 

The Next Return of Christ is…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/20/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

The next return of Christ is… Christ-in-You in all the right people and in all the right places, en masse. 

 

Furthermore, this restoration of all things involves individuals who pay the price to un-propagandize themselves out of “Progressive-Retardnation Control” worldview or “Tribal-Retardnation Control” worldview, two Mesmer-ization pedagogies of blinding cruelty, infinite prejudice and exponential problem growth without fix.  These precious souls rather integrate into their beings the (be strong and of a good courage) “Tragic-Liberty” worldview, enabling the hosting of all greater things in Christ-in-You, especially spiritual eyes to see and ears to hear, and most importantly the tough love, logic and reason which solves the biggest problems on Earth surprisingly quickly and humanely. 

 

Indeed, Christ comes quickly in this glorious Millennium, a time of greatest darkness for problem-filled folk and ossified institutions, but greatest light for light-filled folk of God.

 

“When I return, will I find faith?” Christ always asks us.  Even as Christ did so with America’s Founding Fathers in the 18th Century en (their Western Enlightenment) masse, so now, only more so in more individuals, more broadly, more powerfully, with more giftings and supremely good and corrective and un-Mesmerizing pedagogy of reality. 

 

In That Day Teachings use the language of poetry and story-telling to accomplish much.

 

This move of God is not socialist.  It isn’t, God forbid, “Progressive-Retardnation.”  No, it will be known for its beauty and synchronization and harmony with all things good, but likewise known for its dissonance and victories against all evil.  The posers in tired, Churchianity leadership shall choose to, as a chrysalis, process to a potent-gooey state of transformation into butterfly, or continue to turn and rend and fight Christ-in-You.

 

Indeed, the lions will lay down with the lambs, In That Day!  Interpreted, this means that the “towering genius power-masters” will concur with the plebe citizens that it is in everybody’s best interest to build numerous and indestructible Citadel-Prison-Holds for all lion-leaders who take rapacious natural advantage over sheep.  This is what America’s Founding Fathers built, and updates to this process and an expansion to this process is sorely needed in church and state and media and education.  In the old days it was called ball and chain slavery.  Now it is a disguised, but more effective, mental hidden slavery.  There is much work to do to reorganize and restore back unto the Ancient Paths of Good.  Lions will lay down with lambs, via Christ-in-You, in love… not treachery, In That Day!

 

 

 

 

It’s Always End of Daze, God Says!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/18/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Usa uam vicendo varia fit.” – This Latin phrase appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company sign in the “Lonesome Dove” 1989 TV miniseries.  Written by Captain Gus McCrae, it loosely translates as “A grape matures in the presence of another mature grape.” It is high-stakes discipleship at high stake’s end… the restoration of self. – rwb)

 

 

It’s always end of daze,

        Always… end (church Mesmer-ization) times,

               Only NOW… more so!

How? You say… am I crazed?

        With incessant, In That Day Teachings rhymes?

               Why church: gore so?

 

Yes, sir, and… yes ma’am,

        I am craziest enough to believe I AM comes quickly,

               And I would His church be not so Hypnotoad-bug-eyed sickly!

Hell NO, that isn’t the plan!

        The subject of Christ’s return is Churchianity-prickly!

               You say, Evangelical Clericalism will handle this: super slickly!

 

So therefore, God says, It’s always end of daze!

        Always… end (church Mesmer-ization) times!

               Come out, oh church, from rotten, inglorious, stuporous insanity,

Weep! Wail! Howl! Stop the sheep-Mesmer graze!

        The fruit of your feed: endless brain crimes!

               Christ-in-You comes to save, yes save, YES SAVE… humanity!

 

But you say,

        We hate, loath, ignore: That Bother!

               The loathsome, poetic… In That Day Teachings!

Uh uh, no way!

        Says God the Spirit, Son, Father!

               Imbibe them… They are now for your feasting!

 

It’s always, therefore, end of daze,

        Always… end (church Mesmer-ization) times!

               Only now… more so!

Come, oh church, end your HYPNOTOAD craze,

        Live, laugh, love: these God-imbued rhymes,

               Don’t stay: whore-so!

 

You cannot, God, talk to us this way,

        Yes I can, In That Day! Yes, In That Day!

               But we hate that expression!

Behold, I come quickly – eyes to see, I say!

        Stop saying, No way. Say, Okay! Okay?

               Christ-in-You… in session!  

 

Therefore you must, YOU MUST, believe Me,

        For you, it’s always end of (same old church Mesmer-ization) daze,

               Get thyself un-hypnotized, lo…

For it is most unwise to enrage or grieve Me,

        For you, it’s the end of one 2,000 year long milk-mad, puerile phase,

               In That Day Teachings: GO!

 

No, no, no! God you can’t do, cannot do,

        Something new! (Though it’s old but also new!)

               We shame You! Yes, we do! We hold our bible, our way, against You!

You can’t shame Me. Ho! (This, you’ll rue!)

        All I’ve done, do and will do is true… and you?

               What now, that it is Christ-in-You’s In That Day, what will you do?

       

                                   

 

 

 

We Will Romance Her!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/30/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(Hat tip to Kwan Lee and Adam and Brandon Zettler, for their recent Seattle seminar!  They carried well: lessons of Mikhail Ryabko, Vladimir Vasiliev & Konstantin Komarov.)

 

(“Usa uam vicendo varia fit.” – This Latin phrase appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company sign in the “Lonesome Dove” 1989 TV miniseries.  Written by Captain Gus McCrae, it loosely translates as “A grape matures in the presence of another mature grape.” It is high-stakes discipleship at high stake’s end… the restoration of self. – rwb)

 

 

Nothing can full-prepare a newbie,

        For an honest-to-God, large-court: Systema event!

Changes, it does, our “Who-to-Be,”

        Depositing good; bad deep in us… elsewhere sent.

 

A Systema seminar is tough,               (Even for old pros, this rule stands!)

        They are… hard to do!

Instructors treat all… rough,               (Yet, you’re in the kindest hands!)

        Smile! They love you!

 

Have faith, precious and rare Systema Warriors,

        Look to the highest, and yet humblest, instructors…

They are this planet’s unique Systema Carriers,

        In this, they are not God, but yes… our superiors!

 

So make yourself vulnerable,

        Get socked in the eye!     (By your dumb, over-emotional training partner!)

It’s mostly unexplainable,

        And… don’t ask why!      (Yes, beg forgiveness when you’re the eye darter!)

 

Realize how ones own, hidden, warrior-pride… gets massively hurt!

        When Systema excellence is, on the seminar battlefield, full met!

Our old boxing, chopping, kicking, katas, styles… DO NOT work!

        Expensive, are these lessons learned… to never, ever: forget!

 

‘Tis so personally embarrassing: shirts, pants, belts: soaked. How we’ve sweated!

        Highest instructors: sweat seldom,

Without one sermon, without hard preaching… it’s how inner demons get vetted,

        Kingdom comes, gone: “Helldom.”

 

Whether it’s surprise flash bang training grenades,

        Or combat, improvised-tourniquet first aid: Don’t freeze up or puke!

Our necks stiffen: inside, we’re milk-soft maids!

        We kings with no clothes: getting Jedi robes and eyes-to-see look.

 

To carry Systema well… well, it is not ever easy,

        Shall we peel off, and develop a lesser, yet personified style?

Look at whom has… the feeling… shiver-queasy?

        So, stay in THIS humble Masters’ school! Or miss by a mile…

 

Have faith, precious and rare Systema Warriors,

        Look to the highest, and yet humblest, instructors…

They are this planet’s unique Systema Carriers,

        In this, they’re not God, but yes… our superiors!

 

With a poetic-enough Systema seminar,

        Where we cannot – even the leaders – control just what is going on,

It’ll externally-internally: take you far,

        A return to whom and how you are to be – a great, but humble, one.

 

Shall our beloved Masters live forever?

        Whispered word has it: sadly, they won’t!

So, great good on earth lasts: never?

        Quit? Quit? Allege now: I, and we, don’t!

 

When all of a sudden: the utmost best is required on this earth,

        Systema – in you – probably has the best answer!

Past and present Masters, we salute your life’s love-long work!

        Trip, fail or win: Systema, we will romance her!

       

 

 

 

 

How Can Clipped-Wing Warriors… Teach Others How to Fly?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/02/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

(Mikhail Ryabko says Russians learned Systema Martial Art from traveling Hebrews one thousand years ago… Is it, in essence, the art of King David?  If so, who cares? -- rwb)

 

(What does “the lion shall lay down with the lamb” mean?  It references the days of denouement, when the greatest souls organize society such that the quicker-faster-smarter don’t subjugate the slower among us.  July 4, 1776 was a good start but Progressive Serfdomites trumped Lincoln’s fight against slavery, to put all in evil bonds.)

 

 

Sub-Taught, Sub-Educated, Clipped-Wing, Immature-Soaked Warriors,

        So brazenly teaching others… HOW TO FLY???

Are we, like our flightless, elite-master teachers … Dream Destroyers?

        Curious, so incurious: why do we never ask why?

 

Why, then, are our he-man-wings clipped?

        Is it, by God, for our own good?

Why, then, from us: manliness ripped?

        Any real men in the neighborhood?

 

Does a grape really mature only in the nigh presence,

        Of an established Enlightened, Loftier One?     (You gotta walk the walk…)

Study under Lonesome Dove types. Have patience,

        Find Robert Duvall types, oh daughter, son.       (Before you talk the talk…)

 

But we’d really have to,

        Honor others… to do that!          (And we honor only Christ, NO never man!)

Then: weep, wail, rue,

        Keep this under hat!                    (Christ-in-You comes in man, understand?)

 

But we’d have to really God-believe,

        They, and we, can really fly…

By honoring eagles who God-breath,

        Well past try…. Sigh!

 

Sub-taught, Sub-educated, Clipped-Wing, Immature-Soaked Warriors,

                So brazenly teaching others… HOW TO FLY???

Are we, like our flightless, elite-master teachers … Dream Destroyers?

        Curious, so incurious: why do we never ask why?

 

 

Fahget All That!  Fahget All That!… You Say to Me?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/29/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

(Hat tip to Cain, who first asked God to remove the demons in him he wouldn’t fight! – Genesis Chapter 4)

 

(What does “the lion shall lay down with the lamb” mean?  It references the days of denouement, when the greatest souls organize society such that the quicker-faster-smarter don’t subjugate the slower among us.  July 4, 1776 was a good start but Progressive Serfdomites trumped Lincoln’s fight against slavery, to put all in evil bonds.)

 

 

Fahget all that!

        You say to Me,

Fahget all that!

        No… history?

 

Forget the uplifting-wise American dream?  (Washington/Lincoln’s Hard Cure!)

        Your pastors say repeatedly to you?

Oh HYPNOTOADS, all’s not what seems,     (Nor Emergent’s Chains de Jour!)

        Let Me, your God, explain to you!

 

I won’t absolve you of your civil demons and devils cubed!

        You refuse, In This That Day, to fight! You refuse the internal growth fight?

You want to communally be stupid “Progserfdomite” rubes?

        Slave sheep with slave pastors? Don’t let Me say, All right! ... All right?

 

Your (un)American pastor leaders, silly prophets, sillier apostles,

        Sound to Me like Cain when, puerile and small-of-mind, he came up to Me,

You want your lazy way in life, religion and utopian Gospiels?

        Which is to ignore civil society’s way I proscribe best for nations to be free!

 

The way is to actually realize,             (King Leonidas, he knew how to say it!)

        EVERY leader has demons (I allow there) on shoulders to needs be fight,

Cain’s, yours: SUPER-SIZE!              (“MOLON LABE!”  Let all Hurray it!)

        Learn from Jefferson, or Cincinnatus, with most high intellect might!

 

Rapture isn’t coming, neither is some imagined “Godtopian” bliss!

        America can become 3rd World, with Progtard’s Serfdomite Mandarin wish!

Or Christians, Hebrews could wake up and get real, really get real,

        With a gold standard, real money; Cincinnatus leaders of freedom’s real deal!

 

Fahget all that!

        You say to Me,

Fahget all that!

        No… history?

 

Forget the uplifting-wise American dream?  (Washington/Lincoln’s Hard Cure!)

        Your pastors say repeatedly to you?

Oh HYPNOTOADS, all’s not what seems,     (Nor Emergent’s Chains de Jour!)

        Let Me, your God, explain to you!

 

I won’t absolve you of your civil demons and devils cubed!

        You refuse, In This That Day, to fight! You refuse the internal growth fight?

You want to communally be stupid “Progserfdomite” rubes?

        Slave sheep with slave pastors? Don’t let Me say, All right! … All right?

 

 

 

 

Your Lips Must Be Kissed by Mine…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/26/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Hat tip to blues legend B. B. King: Rest in Peace, man of great excellence and humility!)

Oh great Evangelical prophets and ministers,

        Whom I’ve given some measure of popular-tide success,

Imagine, if you will now, distant cold winters,

        When you’ve been gone hundreds of years… think, ah yes.

 

Who and how will carry on?

        Since no angels are available for your legacy management!

What of son of son of son?

        Or, is today’s narcissism-ego where your legacy is spent?

 

Look to James Madison,

        And his stunning humility in Federalist Paper Fifty-one,

Stop tyranny: NOW! Son,

        Tell your followers, All leaders can be the Devil’s Son!

 

Pretty hard for you to say that,

        You… you are always the great exception?

You can keep the demons under your hat?

        Sheep, NEVER YOU, need correction?

 

The lips of you,

        Must be kissed by Mine,

So I can tell you,

        When you’re lyin’!

 

The world, therefore, is in perfect self-destruction,

        Because of rube-making politicians and pastors… this isn’t you?

Mostly wolves: in sub-taught wolfish construction,

        Making perfect politic-cleric enslavement, not Christ-in-You.

 

Because no cleric-politic leader,

        Can now say what James Madison: True-Exquisite said,

Be Humble! A real-deal leader!

        Help sheep see, how church-state tyrants are bred!

 

In That Day,                (Yes, coming hard-won denouement!)

        Church leaders will expose their methods of Mesmer-Mandarin enslavement,

… Oy vey!                  (How church despises improvement!)

        Hidden church and state chains will go away… when Christ-in-You sent!

       

       

 

 

Tribal & Progtard Worldviews Are One (Twin Doppelgangers!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/15/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

There’s but One Way: I AM’s Liberty… high it goes,

        The awful ditch to right… is Tribal Control Worldview,

The WORSE ditch to left… is Progtard Control Worldview,

               Many are the orgs, schools, churches insistent on these lowdown woes!

 

Funny thing is,

        The way of wrong is but one, yes just one,          (Of necrotic slavery arts!)   

        Tribal and Progtard Control: same in sum,       (Doppelganger counterparts!)

               Rare as a hen’s tooth, who sees this!        (Evil Enslavement: off charts!)

 

Every prejudice, hate, rage and psychotic fear,

        Is bolstered, strangely bolstered, by Tribal Control,

        Is bolstered, strangely even more, by Progtard Control,

               Both deny that Christ or Western Liberty or Peace can NOW reappear.

 

Weird… how if you smartly look underneath veiled-despotic things,

        When full… Tribal Control, i.e. Japan in WWII, is death run amok,

        When full… Progtard Control, i.e. Nazis in WWII, is death run amok,

               Yet behold Christ-in-You via Western precepts: life & logic He brings!

 

Got any unanswerable, not fixed yet… insuperable global problems?

        Tribal Control Weltanschauung can’t fix ‘em, but makes matters worse,

        Progtard Control Thought can’t fix anything, but makes things FAR worse,

               Now: In That Day, Western Light’s Christ-in-You quickly fixes goblins!

 

In That Day Teachings and Christ-in-You… why haven’t churches embraced?

        Because Tribal Control-Masters won’t give up Mesmer-Hypno-Shenanigans,

        Because Progtard Control-Idiots won’t give up Mesmer-Hypno-Shenanigans,

               Never mind, denouement’ll come quickly enough. Get yourself braced!

 

Count the ways Tribal and Progtard Control have caused pain,

        Progtard Central Banks have ruined all nation’s economies,

        Tribal Control Fundamentalists war, raging against enemies,

               The Evil Progtards caused Tribals to revolt.  Will it be to Christ’s gain?

 

Shall denouement In That Day usher in problem-solving Christ-in-You?

        A thing certain: Tribal Control folk hate high teachings and Christ-in-You,

        Another thing: Progtard Controlists love low teachings & anti-Christ-in-You,

               These two old worldviews must be defeated by Liberty’s Christ-in-You!

 

 

 

 

 

If You Love Me, They Silently Say…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/11/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(This poem is on having eyes to see, and ears to hear.  As the scriptures say, the religious folk of the day having eyes, cannot see spiritually; and having ears they cannot hear spiritually.  They can see and hear, yet cannot see… nor hear! - rwb)

 

(Hat tip to professor Bruce Thornton of Fresno, California.)

 

(Hat tip to Honk, Beth Fitchet Wood and David Nash for their hauntingly ethereal Buckeye Jim song, which might be about the difficulties of deep faith’s journey.)

 

 

If you love me, they silently say,  (In so many cut-you-out-of-their-group words!)

        STAY AWAY!  REPEAT: STAY FAR, FAR AWAY!

If you love us, they silently say,    (Preferred by antichrist-unbeknownst herds!)

        STAY AWAY!  REPEAT: STAY FAR, FAR AWAY!

 

For our own sake, for your,

        Let us believe (we’ve got to believe) our time isn’t now out!

Our soup: Crazy du Jour,

        We must, for now, keep our endless adolescent fit and pout!

 

And… if you press the point,

        We’ll use the same, reliable court and psycho-civic tricks!

And… you think we won’t?

        Clap you in irons! Or on cross! Our vote? You’re so sick!

 

And, having too much excruciation experience with all that,

        They are right: Exceeding Immature: their lives are proof!

My sin: I cannot, for life of me, hide Christ under my hat,

        Indwelling has too much, for them, way too much: Truth!

 

If you love me, they silently say,  (In so many cut-you-out-of-their-group words!)

        STAY AWAY!  REPEAT: STAY FAR, FAR AWAY!

If you love us, they silently say,   (Preferred by antichrist-unbeknownst herds!)

        STAY AWAY!  REPEAT: STAY FAR, FAR AWAY!

 

Oh, woe is me! And double IS woe on them!

        The religious are the hardest, by far to reach!  (Every saint gets this to know!)

Mesmer’ed, their souls… brains: deep in sin,

        In That Day (ignored… its) Teachings can’t fix this earth with plow or hoe!

 

       

       

 

 

 

 

       

 

 

What Will They Do, When… After All, They Get Their Due?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/05/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(None so blind as will not see!)

 

(It’s hard to see the forest for the trees!)

 

(To see the real, hard and beautiful truth, look underneath the surface of things!)

 

Jesus laid no brick, no mortar,

        Yet He showed our keenest moral order,

Thus giving us a priority sorter,

        Self-interest: second… first: God’s odor!

 

God’s mysterious… aromatic way,

        How pastors loathe its day,

Showing their programs: dark fey,

        Surprise! In That Day: grey.

 

We worship God in Truth and Spirit,

        Why, oh why, oh why can’t pastors hear it?

Truth is, this package, they fear it!

        Christ-in-You! (They daren’t come near it?)

 

A thousand points of high light,

        A thousand poems bright!

Subtly showing God’s might,

        And mind: quite right!

 

There’s a Third World: Fundamental-Rigid-Dumb Tribal mentality,

        And Second World View: Progtard Controlling, Evil-bad reality,

And a First World of Christ-in-You and Liberty’s True 1776 Liberality,

        But Church is stuck in mean-milky Views One and Two: Dystopia Fealty!

 

Who dares set global interest rates? Not God!

        Who issues worthless paper-fiat money? Not God!

Who makes a command and control hell on earth? Not God!

        Many things God wouldn’t do, tribalists or socialists dare. How odd!

 

Oddest of all, High Teachings are now, at last, come,

        Mercifully provided line upon line: sweet-kind in sum,

But sub-taught, shrunken-brain leaders give it their “down” thumb,

        Consider what recompense, hence must ensue… under God’s sun!

 

A puerility-mad people, feeling the looming train wreck of their consequence,

        Pray for solution, but reject it strongly! Rudely! Enlarging recompense!

God concludes, these people are willingly dense, obtuse and lacking any sense,

        What will these stupid people do, when what is their due, is past tense?

 

They will rue the day,

        They deleted the ameliorating poems of In That Day,

And they will say,

        By majority vote, we voted this can’t be God’s way!

 

Problem being,

        It was, in fact… God’s all-wise seeing!

Problem being,

        In That Day IS Christ-in-You bringing!

 

So, do not despise,

        Such a small beginnings’ rise!

Man can’t surmise,

        God’s Christ-in-You surprise!

 

Oh weary pastor, weary gatekeeper, weary publisher, weary Christian world,

        You have tried everything to pump a non-inflatable, “rubistic” revival,

And then in answer to your prayers, a mind-soul-enlarging banner unfurled,

        In That Day Teachings: which correct and shame church “connival.”

 

Oh weary pastor, weary gatekeeper, weary publisher, dull-weary Christian world,

        Stop refusing to graduate to the next grade, next level… to be smart-pearled!

To be pearled with detoxification of self-interest, so leadership sin gets un-burled,

        It’s not too much, too soon! Rather: In That Day’s Christ-in-You… unfurled!

 

Try it!  Like it you might!

        ¡Momma Mia! The Appomattax Teachings of In That Day,

Avoid all fools’ requite!

        Behold… via eyes to see: Christ-in-You! Hip-Hip-Hurray!

       

       

       

 

 

       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

       

 

 

 

 

Johnny Appleseed Plants Against Enslavers, But Does Not Reap!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/22/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Sheep might save gold & develop sense to give Hypnotoad rounders nada. – rwb)

 

(I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. – Winston Churchill.)

 

(Know your rights. – Angelina Jolie.)

 

         I plant, but I do not reap,

        What I hope others always keep,

I sow sanity for humanity!

        Strange, to have it all so rejected,

               Of what brand elect, am I elected?

              

               I make plain what is purposely obscure,

        Turns out, whom say they are, aren’t so pure!

One Giant Leap for mankind: TO BEHIND?

        From Tribal to Progtard: brainiac reveler,

               By forcibly folding brains in half too clever.

 

               From slavery to Mandarin-rounder-slaver, in each doomed generation?

        From iron chains to profounder chains of hidden rube-brains’ dumb creation!

¿Dónde está el remanente espiritual? (in toto!) Lest all go loco!

        Tribal mothers, Progtard fathers… no Tragic Christ-in-You daughters?

               Progtard fathers, Tribe mothers… no Tragic Christ-in-You begotters?

 

               I refuse, I refuse, I refuse to accept,

        That Churchianity Tribal to Progtard Propaganda Ghouls can’t be bested yet!

I was born for a reason, and for reason I was born!

        Lose the Progtardism, half-Christians! Look at the devils you’ve fathered!

               Kiss the Christ-in-You in someones, lest Father God be highly bothered!

 

               I plant prolifically, presciently, prophetically… but I do not reap,

        What I hope significantly for others’ souls: a “how-to” Christ-in-You keep,

I sow sanity for humanity!

        Strange, to have it all so rejected… Does it thrill you that it’s rejected?

               Of what brand elect, are you elected? What have you selected?

 

               Johnny Appleseed plants against hypnotic slavers, but does not reap!

        Irrefutable ideas exposing Tribal and Progtard Christianity as a slavery heap!

Would you sow sanity for humanity?

        Tribal Muslims now kill Progtard-slave believers without human remorse,

               Will souls lose Progslave-ism… to gain Christ-in-You’s indwelt course?

 

 

 

 

 

They Didn’t Like Us Thinking HYPNOTOADS Were Rube-Evil!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/16/15 (President’s Day)  www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(America will never be destroyed from the outside.  If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves. – Abraham Lincoln)

 

(I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. – Winston Churchill.)

 

(Know your rights. – Angelina Jolie.)

 

When our national debt all of a sudden overwhelmed us,

        Though mega-preachers, by their consultants, had strategic-rad prayer rallies!

About $300 trillion we owed whom irrationally hated us,

        Though mega-preachers, by consultants, proclaimed we were heaven’s allies!

 

In the end, we eliminated our debt by selling off three important things,

        The Statue of Liberty, our Liberty Bell – since cracked, it no longer rings!

These two, we sold for our $300 trillion debt (that sub-teaching brings,)

        The third thing we sold, but we haven’t figured out. Perhaps Eagle wings?

 

They covered the Statue of Liberty en toto, entombed as dead!

        By another wicked device,

A berka-covered assassin, gold clad, holding a severed head,

        She really looks: not nice!

 

But the mega-preachers, by their consultants,

        Said to donate to their orgs to remember the godly Founders of July 4, 1776!

But the mega-preachers, by their consultants,

        Can’t deny the new statue’s tablet, marked 9/11/01, is perpetually now fixed!

 

The Liberty Bell was unceremoniously melted down into a slop-brine,

        The mega-preachers, by their consultants, said it was an historic third time!

And put on the blade edges of 50 guillotines for our states to mind,

        The mega-preachers, by their consultants, sold little Liberty Bells: divine!

 

Now they’ve assembled us, at the capitals of our 50 states,

        The mega-preachers, by consultants, said comply after sending them tithes,

And they are chopping off heads, at sufficient-fast rates,

        The mega-preachers, by consultants, each however are spared their lives!

 

Then, a switcheroo happened: so totally amazing!

        Surely, it was the unmistakable hand of God,

Each consultant was made, get this, a state king!

        Their mega-preachers each got a lesser job!

 

Most all of us lost our heads, though,

        For us, it was rather shameful how our misfortune had mounted,

They didn’t like how we thought, so,

        Unlike consultants and preachers, no fortune had we accounted!

 

But the consultants and mega-preachers were as an universal Millennium prophet!

        Despite Natural Law, where none can aggress on another soul’s inner psyche,

But thru show, Hypnotoadism, misdirection and suggestion: rubes were in pocket!

        And they lost Western Enlightenment, via guile, making brains: 3rd Reich-ey.

 

Now darkness covers the land, gross HYPNOTOAD darkness the people,

        But the consultants, by their mega-preachers, are doing, for selves, all right!

And liberty is now the choice of guillotine or head-chopper: for sheeple,

        Did the consultants, by their mega-preachers, make it so… without fight?

 

Yes, they bought our noble land of Ellis Island,

        And made it Hellish,

Why, oh why are church brains, spine & hand,

        So smelly-jellyfish?

 

You have to grow leagues past: being a semi-brilliant demagogue,

        And not be manically thrilled to teach how, but nay rather rise high: refuse it!

Without alleging liberty’s self-restraint it’s Armageddon’s Magog,

        Weep, wail, howl: pastors, consultants: no more pimping Progtard rubrics!

 

 

 

 

The Buyers of Licentiousness Are Always Et by the Sellers!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/12/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(America will never be destroyed from the outside.  If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves. – Abraham Lincoln)

 

(I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. – Winston Churchill.)

 

(Know your rights. – Angelina Jolie.)

 

Progtard Cat tells the mice, under her rule,

        Can do whatever, but so also does she, by this logic, eat every mouse fool!

Rapture Preacher tells sheep, that under his rule,

        Sheep can fear whatever, but fear distempers Christ-in-You in every fool!

Prosperity Preacher tells sheep, that under his rule,

        Sheep give-to-get forever, but greed distempers Christ-in-You in every fool!

Emergent Preacher tells sheep, that under his rule,

        Sheep be lazy forever, but laziness distempers Christ-in-You in every fool!

Abraham Lincoln tells citizens, that under his rule,

        All must be generally intelligent, moral and love laws and the Constitution,

               (At first, this stopped literal slavery, but it’s been replaced spiritually!)

 

This is why monster Church and State,

   Now sells to sheep and citizens of late,

      Cheap licentiousness “leadership” approved,

         While same leaders eat underlings so out-rubed!

            And Christ-in-You, thus by us: perfectly distempered,

               Sees only brainless zombies, happily ghoulish: rendered,

                  Souls He’d like to indwell, but for now: must leave un-imbued.

 

But they say, These thought-provoking poems are way too much, way too soon!

        And God says, Your fault!  You’re out of time’s room!  Be not buffoons!

You can learn In That Day Teachings, to you: an en-wisening, sight-giving boon!

        Don’t be foolish, oh Dead Bones! Learn In That Day’s Christ-in-You tune!

 

Aye, there’s the rub, it will take much (scarce) God-power energy to undo,

        An energy and soul sucking system: making dimwits of all but few!

Have courage, be strong, Joshua and Caleb’s In That Day comes to you,

        When Christ returns will He find faith, to do what He needs to do?

 

And besides, In That Day Teachings have already been made,

        They, for quite a long time, have been spooling up heaven’s epic, apex cause,

Faster than light jumps in things prepared-pivotal are prepaid,

        The universe, loving man, shall respond-redound… with God’s highest laws!

 

 

 

 

Time for Clay-Shard Brain-Scraping and Wailing, In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/02/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(America will never be destroyed from the outside.  If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves. – Abraham Lincoln)

 

(One US dollar purchased 1/19.75 of a troy ounce of gold from 1792 unto 1834 when the same purchase was 1/20.67, until a Central Bank was made in 1913, the Federal Reserve.  Now a debauched dollar buys 1/1,273.80 of a gold ounce.  The Central Bank has, via currency devaluation, reduced 98.38% of a dollar’s value.)

 

LORD,

This is a large story… How does one tell it?

        Begin at the beginning…

The lay of the land, folks can’t now smell it,

        Begin at the beginning…

 

For Our purposes of telling, man began very much: raw Medieval,

        The Hebrew tribe was picked out from the slime,

The goal: get out of Hebrews inner-demon-foundation gross evil,

        Quickly, though, Post-Modern became the time.

 

Leaders of men, seeing themselves advantaged by towering position,

        Developed a “Greater Good” philosophy, enabling their worse-than-Medieval-enslave-all sin!

This was the age of Christ on Earth, ripe for a new-old-restoration,

        To Modern Man, knowing leadership’s proclivity to sin, to put “enslave-all-ing” in nailed up coffin!

 

By 1776, this thing (taught to Moses, and by Christ) was finally full-figured out!

        It’s why the book held by Lady Liberty in the harbor eternally points this out!

But by the end of the Second Millennium, Post-Moderns threw this entirely out!

        And why at Third Millennium’s Dawn, Moderns must get Post-Moderns out!

 

Hence, Medievals are gross, elemental, power-grabbing, slave-master sinners,

        But know this, Post-Moderns are much worse, ultimate slave-master sinners!

Moderns, knowing they are sinners, are the least worst, least enslaving sinners!

        Moderns, this age, are In That Day, Living Master, Christ-in-You beginners!

 

Where is Churchianity in all this?

        Why, of course, Evangelical Churchianity is in enslaving, Post-Modern bliss!

Who can fix this miserable biz?

        In That Day Teachings, a Bonanza no gatekeeper seeking Truth should miss!

 

Yes, dear ones, the restoration of all things is at hand,

        The return to a Gold Standard guaranteeing income’s full keep!

In That Day Teachings enable Christ-in-You grand,

        But from gatekeepers who should know better… NOT A PEEP!

 

Gatekeepers won’t say yes to the spirit-mind enlarging Teachings of In That Day,

        Because such godly denouement would prove selves stubbornly wrong,

But, “Wrong for a long time!” they’ll say and say…  over and over they’ll say!

        So ashamed will be un-blinded leaders, once minds are grown strong.

 

Medieval Man is truly an elemental-enslaving, bloody awful Tribal-Tard,

        Post-Modern Man is a devout, religious, Mandarin-enslaving Prog-tard,

While the Modern Man, with Tragic View, loves all with God’s Love-Hard,

        Religious gatekeepers and seminarians: scrape brains with Clay-Shard!

 

You might say that Tribal-Tard Medievals, they like the idea of robbing a bank!

        Progtard Post-Moderns, they like the idea of running a mystic central bank!

One steals covertly, the other Rube-Makers: much bigger overtly, both sin rank!

        But the Love-Hard Modern In That Day, indwelt of Christ-in-You, IS a bank.

 

I get it, LORD!

Since tyranny is as mystic tyranny does,

        Tribal-Tards are one thing, a head-chopping, submit-or-die… brutal thing,

But Progtardism enslaves more! Because,

        We’ve yet to awaken from Progtard Enslavement, and Christ-in-You bring!

 

You’ve got it now,

        In That Day,

Much thought to plow,

        God does say.

 

 

 

Must it Be Quasimodo: Bell Tower Crazy Time… In That Day?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/29/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(In the Music Man 1962 film, Meredith Wilson’s Professor Harold Hill sings “Ya Got Trouble” and shows how a conman can “witchcraft” the townspeople into buying from him marching band instruments and uniforms.  They way Hill does it is to create a straw man, and knock him down, POW!  This is the idea that playing billiards, or pool, is bad.  Showmanship gets the crowd’s attention, stage hypnotism keeps the attention, the crowd is misdirected into fearing pool, (Which starts with “P” and rhymes with “T” and that’s TROUBLE!) and gullibly agrees with the conman’s self-dealing suggestion: Buy from Professor Hill band instruments and uniforms.  Only the brainy librarian/piano teacher sees the con!)

 

Quasimodo bell tower crazy time,                 (Ding-dong-darn: risible crazy!)

That’s what it is!

Quasimodo bell tower crazy time,                   (Minds below: miserable lazy!)

        Just foolish biz.

 

Not time for freedom?

        From showmanship, stage hypnotism, misdirection and suggestion!

Not time to heed, son?

        Just: showmanship, stage hypnotism, misdirection and suggestion!

 

Palestinians believe the Hebrews attacked Charlie Hebdo?   (Weird conspiracy!)

        Some Christians believe in Rapture, don’t you know?   (Weird conspiracy!)

Each group, except Hebrews, sub-taught by religious leaders,

        Like ostriches without clue, no faith except as rube breeders.  (So it’s…)

 

Quasimodo bell tower crazy time,                   (Ding-dong-darn: risible crazy!)

        That’s what it is!

Quasimodo bell tower crazy time,                   (Minds below: miserable lazy!)

        Just foolish biz.

 

Truth can be written on a postcard,

        But the Masters of the Canard,

Won’t be corrected, not Palestinian Imams or Rube Making Pastors!

        All that’s left, then for Quasimodo to witness, are corrective disasters!

 

You see, all bad religions use the same-old, precise, copycat kind of nasty tricks!

        When, that is, their foundational beliefs are, at-base-of-mind, screwed up!

Muslims go extreme, as do Churchianity Rapture-Prosperity-Emergent-rubrics,

        In That Day says, by the absence of Christ-in-You, in all such: time’s up!

 

Quasimodo bell tower crazy time,                   (Ding-dong-darn: risible crazy!)

        That’s what it is!

Quasimodo bell tower crazy time,                   (Minds below: miserable lazy!)

        Just foolish biz.

 

And what is the common trick of Extreme Muslims and Evangelical Rigidnistas?

        Always: showmanship, stage hypnotism, misdirection and suggestion!

In That Day, what is missing are Christ-in-You Living Maestro “unhypnotizahs,”

        So, see: showmanship, stage hypnotism, misdirection and suggestion!

 

The Palestinian or Protestant rube-brained selling of fear,     (Each an idiot’s way!)

        Both inevitably result in ironic, preventable sorrow!

Christ-in-You could, Behold, I come quickly, be here,           (A Mind’s Highway!)

        If In That Day: iconic, can be believed tomorrow!

 

       

 

 

 

When We All Become Philosophers… In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/27/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“I [Glenn Reynolds] talk with Bill Whittle and Dave Swindle: What if Everything Were Cheap? A Post-Singularity Look.” – hat tip to Glenn Reynolds and his Instapundit site.)

 

When we all become philosophers,

We will all learn to better see,

We’ll see controllers and ossify-ers,

        What rube makers did to you and me!

 

When we all become fantastic seers,

        The risk is that we become poetic!

For time’s sight makes better BE-ers,

        Seers get whole and un-frenetic!

 

When we all become poets, (Dreaded Poets!)

        Our search for how God returns, then begins!

We’ll find mistakes of religious All-Know-Its,

        And clean up souls, which make less sins!

 

Enwisen’d, purified… we’ll see the return of Christ-in-You,

        Oh hallelujah, amazingly, He comes in us! Oh hallelu!

We’ll see it’s a grand thing, while sadly, the busy won’t see,

        But we’ll be told by God, It’s the O-N-L-Y way to be!

 

What will we do when we have the time,

        And everything is abundant and free?

Learn In That Day, behold its worthy rhyme,

        And bless Christ-in-You, when He comes, in you and me!

 

No, time isn’t over, There’s much to do over!

        A new fetch is now more possible, Rover,

And a deeper, harder, more locked-up slavery system will be discovered,

        Then, like in 1860, it will be fought against victorious, when uncovered!

 

No, time won’t ever be done… for us,

        No, there’s too much to rue… for us!

Progtard-Ed is Satan’s HYPNOTOAD Son… for us,

        Darn hard, but not impossible, to remove from us! Whoo – hoo!

 

Roll up your sleeves,

        Oh favored leisured ones,

And do as God pleases,

        Christ-in-You comes!   For when…

 

Progtardism defeated… and with it, Extreme Muslims too!

        Is there anything, (ANYTHING!) being indwelt… cannot do?

No more evil, controlling, rube-making, Borg-drone: State nor Church!

        No, In That Day, Christ-in-You leaves none, none but fools, in lurch!

 

Oh happy, happy day,

        Denouement at last!

Who’d ah thunk, oy vey!

        Christ-in-You, behold: FAST!

 

But also behold, so many sad, dispirited children,

        What’s been handed to them, a putrid mess!

Wicked we be as fathers if we don’t unspool sin,

        And reverse abominable mess… to bless.

 

Aye, there’s the rub, it will take much (scarce) God-power energy to undo,

        An energy and soul sucking system: making dimwits of all but few,

Have courage, be strong, Joshua and Caleb’s In That Day comes to you,

        When Christ returns will He find faith, to do what He needs to do?

 

And besides, In That Day Teachings have already been made,

        They, for quite a long time, have been spooling up heaven’s epic, apex cause,

Faster than light jumps in things prepared-pivotal are prepaid,

        The universe, loving man, shall respond-redound… with God’s highest laws!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Times’ Ends Justify Means

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/3/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

I tell you, oh sons of warriors,

      Oh daughters of queens,

High wisdom, high knowledge,

      Nah’ base, nor mean things.

 

A sudden comes to mortals: lo!

      Modern yet rococo events,

When gross stupidity and darkness,

      From mankind is violent rent.

 

I’m speaking of the Twenty-First Century,

      Not a prehistoric, forgotten time long past,

But when a blind, bipolar, aureate culture,

      Unbenownst: swapped evil for good mask.

 

A pernicious darkness covers the land,

      And gross darkness people’s animating spirit,

Such that precious few Truth can hear,

      Whereas: multitudes can in no ways bear it!

 

Even now, if a little mouse of truth,

      Enters the common room,

The cult of brain-washed, rigid correct,

      Reaches for stick or broom!

 

The solution, my brothers and sisters,

      Is to embrace what will come,

Gargantuan rodent catastrophes,

      Big enough to get lies undone.

      

So, I asked our true God,

      What it will actually take,

To make brains one-eighty,

      How much shake to shake?

 

Me heard, me thinks, nay: me surely knows,

      And knows full well,

To improve this planet’s thinking must come,

      Nothing short of hell.

 

Nothing short of hell it will take,

      To get the job done,

Of changing nations of lie-lovers,

      To loving right as one.

 

Oh, sons of great warriors,

      Daughters of fairest queens,

When God teaches global truth,

      His ends justify means.

 

No mortal can justify all actions,

      To satisfy ends,

But we must fear our holy God,

      And His holy whims.

 

The cause of God is to bring,

      Heaven, in fact, down to earth,

He’ll let us raise up all hell,

      To change our soul’s worth.

 

For now if the few wise souls among us,

      Were allowed to be in charge,

Defenestrated! they’d be by the mob,

      That preys to have hell enlarged.

 

God, in His wisdom, will let us keep raising up hell,

      And that is the point, it is what we now have,

And what we have, will prove profound truths well,

      To put Truth in souls! and on eyes, eye salve!

 

Yes, hell come now,

      Or coming soon,

In the end, when gone,

      Will be man’s boon.

 

And man and the nations,

      Will be exceptional,

At one with each other,

      In liberty, with God well.

 

Yes, it will come down to liberty,

      Liberty and love,

Mutual, dedicated self-restraint,

      Come from above.

 

Again: What will make this heaven? Aye, now!

      The rub is: It’ll be made by hell,

Brave warriors, dear queens: Survive it,

      Our lads and lasses shall fare well!

 

I Dreamt I was Moses

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/4/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

I dreamt I was Moses,

   While sleeping in my room,

God said, What you need,

      Is Pharaoh as buffoon!

 

A wise one won’t do now,

      The foolish would revolt,

You need a real grandiloquent,

      To give this world a jolt!

 

Pray for your fool-king,

      Whose head, not heart, I hardened,

Pray for your sad world,

      For century has not hearkened…

 

For over a hundred years,

      Satan’s plan has been in full effect,

Controlling school and culture,

      Making the mind of thought a wreck.

 

Behold, now fool as king,

      With empowered school-culture desires!

Learn, oh earth, mad it is,

      Loving lies’ result: foul, destroying fires!

 

I dreamt that I was ancient Moses,

      I awoke with my shirt soaked in sweat,

God said, Fools shall fix indurate,

      By their mistakes, love of hard truths yet!

 

The Crisis

By Thomas Paine

Written for General George Washington’s Cause

Copyright 12/23/1776

 

THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated…

 

I once felt all that kind of anger, which a man ought to feel, against the mean principles that are held by the Tories: a noted one, who kept a tavern at Amboy, was standing at his door, with as pretty a child in his hand, about eight or nine years old, as I ever saw, and after speaking his mind as freely as he thought was prudent, finished with this unfatherly expression, "Well! give me peace in my day."  Not a man lives on the continent but fully believes that a separation must some time or other finally take place, and a generous parent should have said, "If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace;" and this single reflection, well applied, is sufficient to awaken every man to duty…

 

I thank God, that I fear not. I see no real cause for fear. I know our situation well, and can see the way out of it. …. This is our situation, and who will may know it. By perseverance and fortitude we have the prospect of a glorious issue; by cowardice and submission, the sad choice of a variety of evils — a ravaged country — a depopulated city — habitations without safety, and slavery without hope…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Silver State’s Quixotic, Endless Sagebrush… Denouement!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/25/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“The wisdom and spirit of Winston Churchill not only saved Britain from the Third Reich, but Western civilization from a Nazi dark age….” – Victor Davis Hanson)

 

(It’s as if we are living in an Open Dark Age, where those educated by Progressivism cling to thoughts, words and deeds resulting in the consumption of all intelligence, peace, money, prosperity, family, energy and time.  As the Scriptures say, Darkness covers the land, and gross darkness the people. – rwb)

 

From the Silver State’s quixotic, endless (Hurray! Hurray!) sagebrush,

Comes the surprisingly bitter, hoary answers to trillions of prayers,

Silver and Gold, Virginia City, unrefined and refined: In That Day such,

        That from crude-slave mines to exotic-wise minds, No nay say-ers!

 

Shoveling on shiny metal timber sheets,         (Mostly aged-old, antediluvian!)

        Various precious ores of thought and consequence,

In That Day Teachings, (voila!) meets,           (Proving out where lives: I AM!)

        And melds Christ’s mind with ours to make sense…

 

Grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, in order to form a more perfect union,

        Bracing, square-set-stope: protective cube-thoughts built!

Securing liberty’s blessings, as Deidesheimer’s free-patent square timber unction,

        Christ-in-You lives largely inside… a more perfect quilt!

 

But, oh what a humorless, debate-less, dead-tasteless,

        And crude time we live in,          (Where is Mark Twain when you need him?)

Can we love more, think un-enslaved and hate less?

        Denouement must come in!         (Who can stand Winkler Burke’s needlin’?)

 

As the Virginia & Truckee Railroad,

        Carried timber, metal ore and 50 million Carson City minted coins,

In That Day shows tomorrow’s road,

        A hale, hearty Millennium it will be, once Christ-in-You joins…

 

Six generations Progtard-sub-taught… BRAINWASHED, really,

        To believe in nothing but hollowed-out fiat currency,    (Not backed by gold!)

Silver and Gold are bankable and timeless, not touchy feel-y,

        Learn In That Day’s eternal sagebrush: fluently.            (Restoration BOLD!)

 

Otherwise, as dumb sheep, and sub-students of the Word, learn NOT to see,

        Church-State: showmanship, stage hypnotism, misdirection and suggestion?

Or, as shepherd-prophet-Harold-Hills absurd, act out but agree NOT to see,

        Church-State: showmanship, stage hypnotism, misdirection and suggestion?

 

Behold, your modern day, (not nada, being 1864 Battle Born,) Moses,

        Has cajoled, spoken to, kicked, picked, drilled, dynamited, nuked… the rock!

Now, drink the water! Joy comes after mourn! (Don’t hold your noses,)

        Want Christ-in-You? He comes not in talk, but In That Day’s Nevada walk!

 

 

 

 

Dedicated to the Self-Restraint Principles of Individual Freedom

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/18/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offence, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the majesty of heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.” – Patrick Henry)

 

Two prophets came to visit me,

One from the East Coast, one from the West,

They said they came collectively,

        To shut my scary mouth! They knew best!

 

East Coast man said, First of all,

        Don’t tell my wife I’m here, if she knew… she’d kill me!

I told my wife! And worst of all,

        Said West Coast man, she thinks, oh man, this’ll be easy!

 

How do you un-ring freedom?

        How do you permanently crack that bell?

Sow unrighteous seeds some,

        We in religion know the trick so well!

Never teach meat: selfless, non-self-dealing: Christ-in-You redounding paths!

        Sell milk: Fear, greed, slouch incessantly!

Jam minds with trivia thoughts, illogic, binding rules, ethical-decaying maths!

        Do it patriotic: Go USA! Ha-Ha! Hee-Hee!

How do you un-ring freedom?

        Send money now! We’ll permanently crack the loathsome liberty bell!

Sow unrighteous seeds some,

        Majority prophets’ rules! Brazen-cast! It’s our insuperable, high hell!

 

Let’s take an excursion in my Ford Excursion,

        Down to Carson City, our beautiful capital, I said,

And you can hector me into Progtard Fusion,

        Though your stinky, cracked trump cards, I dread.

 

Our trump cards?

        We are the ones, not you, who love the USA!

You have foul canards,

        You would destroy us, if you had your way!

 

We ARE Americans. We love America and Americans!

        We teach: The Founders were godly! GODLY!

We stuff it in sheep’s brains like straw in straw men!

        Teaching any more is sedition, it’s so oddly!

 

You rail on and on, each leader has a devil on shoulder!

        You chew just on that bone, grey haired,… And you get older!

And you try to kindle a fire with that? Never a smolder!

        You quote Madison, Moses, God. Give up! Don’t get bolder!

 

Yes, we sell fear in subtext to rapture,           (Superior gullibility!)

        How else an audience we capture?         (They can’t be free!)

Yes, we sell Prosperity in subtext to greed,

        How else we get paying audiences we need?    

 

Yes, we sell slouch in subtext to emergent-seeker-blah, blah,

        How else we get off the audience’s yah-yah?

Yes, we sell every base emotion and much more!

        For the sake of the Gospiel!  Why call us whore?

 

How do you un-ring freedom?

        How do you permanently crack that bell?

Sow unrighteous seeds some,

        We in religion know the trick so well!

Never teach meat: selfless, non-self-dealing: Christ-in-You redounding paths!

        Sell milk: Fear, greed, slouch incessantly!

Jam minds with trivia thoughts, illogic, binding rules, ethical-decaying maths!

        Do it patriotic: Go USA! Ha-Ha! Hee-Hee!

How do you un-ring freedom?

        Send money now! We’ll permanently crack the loathsome liberty bell!

Sow unrighteous seeds some,

        Majority prophets’ rules! Brazen-cast! It’s our insuperable, high hell!

 

Gentlemen, now you’ve made my point,

        We’re on the Battle Born State, Carson City Capitol grounds,

After blinding each sheep into a dumb pig runt,

        How do they protect themselves from politicians unsound?

 

Aren’t you blinding sheep for personal gain,

        With the excuse you’re filling them with the Word?

Then politicos thank you, they have less pain,

        Robbing all that remains of the sheep! How absurd!

 

Church and State slavery, ball and chain,

        Done through eye-winking knavery,

Progressivism’s necrotic Church-state gains,

        Disavowing Liberty’s Bell is all that remains.

 

How dare you!

        Which one of us, which one of us will strike you first?

Me! Not you!

        I will hurt… No, I will! … Let me hurt him worst!

 

Only with the greatest of persuasion,

        Did I convince the cops: these two fighting louts weren’t worth jail-arrest,

Each black-eyed, on this occasion,

        I said, Officers, these men embarrass themselves, they’ll be good, I attest.

 

If you think we’ve changed our minds,

        We haven’t, nor ever we will!

We’ll stick to our guns, rube-making and Left Behinds,

        We, and God, hate you still…

 

How do you un-ring freedom?

        How do you permanently crack that bell?

Sow unrighteous seeds some,

        We in religion know the trick so well!

Never teach meat: selfless, non-self-dealing: Christ-in-You redounding paths!

        Sell milk: Fear, greed, slouch incessantly!

Jam minds with trivia thoughts, illogic, binding rules, ethical-decaying maths!

        Do it patriotic: Go USA! Ha-Ha! Hee-Hee!

How do you un-ring freedom?

        Send money now! We’ll permanently crack the loathsome liberty bell!

Sow unrighteous seeds some,

        Majority prophets’ rules! Brazen-cast! It’s our insuperable, high hell!

 

This, gentlemen, is a replica of our nation’s Liberty Bell. Yes, our Liberty Bell!

        I’ve come to know it well,

One like it is in all the states and at St. Paul’s yard, where Trade Towers fell,

        Learn its E-Flat Knell.

 

This bell rang in Moses’ mind when God offered,                

        To kill a million of Hebrews and make him king,           (God checked Moses!)  

Moses understood, as you haven’t yet, what God proffered,

        Liberty, mutual dedication to self-restraint is the ring.   (Who…your noses?)   

 

Every leader has a devil on his shoulder, which must be checked by sentient, intelligent others,

        You have been unrestrained in your throne-making and would continue unchecked,

Until every soul in the world heard a Gospiel whereby mini-tyrants create endless bothers,

        And enslaved citizens are passed on to gleeful politicos… making a world wrecked!

 

 

And Christ-in-You, you never speak of Him!

        And how, thru indwelling, Living Masters are honestly made,

Sadly, your prophetic schools of thought, a narcissistic blend,

        Where future President’s names are named… What a charade!

 

Islam can’t reform itself. Only Western Christianity can!

        In That Day, believe in meat, not rancid milk,

Teach your wives, your family, your school.  Be a man!

        I recommend this plaque to read! Do not bilk…

 

IN STANDING BEFORE THIS SYMBOL,

  YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO DEDICATE YOURSELF,

    AS DID THE FOUNDING FATHERS,

      TO THE PRINCIPLES OF THE INDIVIDUAL FREEDOM,

        FOR WHICH OUR NATION STANDS.

 

How do you un-ring freedom?

        How do you permanently crack that bell?

Sow unrighteous seeds some,

        We in religion know the trick so well!

Never teach meat: selfless, non-self-dealing: Christ-in-You redounding paths!

        Sell milk: Fear, greed, slouch incessantly!

Jam minds with trivia thoughts, illogic, binding rules, ethical-decaying maths!

        Do it patriotic: Go USA! Ha-Ha! Hee-Hee!

How do you un-ring freedom?

        Send money now! We’ll permanently crack the loathsome liberty bell!

Sow unrighteous seeds some,

        Majority prophets’ rules! Brazen-cast! It’s our insuperable, high hell!

 

They didn’t dedicate themselves to anything,                        (Not these latex prophets!)

        They just were quiet.  Not a peep! And then? Then, we drove home,

I said goodbye.  So, will prophets ever ring,              (God’s Apex Prophets?)

        Deep liberty’s bell?  … The answer isn’t known.

 

None want to un-game a time’s out, already gamed out: corrupt system!

        Yet, and even so, like in 1776, the rules of the game can change!

Since 2004, In That Day Teachings say, Church can stop all mesmerism!

        But who can think this through? Who’s brain isn’t in chains?

 

Since 2004, In That Day Teachings,

        Show a new-old language and pedagogy: line upon line, upon line, upon line,

Poetic Living Master high reachings!

        Blessed un-gullible, loving liberty: Christ-in-You, In That Day… about time!


Ask the Alpine-Pass Pines, Why Are Top Halves Blown Off?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/16/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Defiant mountains beckon me, To glory and dream in their Paradise. – Walter Starr, Jr.)

 

Nick Knowsall Nicodemus came to visit me,

The famous mega-preacher known by all on mega-TV,

He knocked on my door, and began friendly,

        Do you have security cams, he asked? They bother me!

 

Security cams! Your security cams!  My cougar wife, you met, said you might!

        Why do you ask me?       (Yah, she was the bold kind: afraid of NOTHING!)

Tell me now, or I leave, I leave quickly!  Not knowing, it just fills me a fright!

        They broke, recently.       (He was the kind: always afraid of SOMETHING!)

 

I knew it! I knew you didn’t have cams on!

        Any: body cameras?  NOW, are you NOW recording this?

And smart phones with videos? Off or on?

        Nothin’s on, Nick. He sighed.  Such a relief, what bliss!

 

Come in to my humble abode, Nick, I was expecting you,

          just knew you would! said Nick,

He said, Let’s not talk of wife or fires or young Jedi true,

        Let’s change the subject, quick, quick!

 

Look, I may seem nervous, or to tell you the truth, fearful!

        It’s just that… I CAN’T BE SEEN WITH YOU!

What did I do wrong, Nick?  Tell me. Give me an earful…

        My audience! I must protect them from… you!

 

Yadda, yadda, yadda, it’s an old story, I’ve heard it before,

        Folks come to visit, they knock at my door,

They want a friendly visit, to a prophet, without ANY gore,

        Let’s just go out to a restaurant, or a store.

 

That will never do!  No, no, NO! NO!

        Security cams are everywhere!  I never expose self to public eyes anymore!

Okay, okay, I know where we can go,

        To the mountains! To Mount Rose Campground! A campfire! With S’mores!

 

So away with this gent,

        I went,

This trip: God sent!

        No tent…

 

Just a day trip to a lonely, alpine campground at around 9,000 feet,

        Snowdrifts, birds chirping, flowers unfolding, Spring life smellin’ so sweet!

An aromatic cedar fire, melting chocolate and marshmallows neat…

        And then, Mr. and Mrs. Hungry Bear and Cub Pack… WE HAD to meet!

 

Running through the fire!

        Chasing us down!

Mr. and Mrs. – not tired!

        Round and around!

 

Haven’t you got anything to shoot them with, warrior man, you stupid, old coot?

        In slow motion, well, I pulled out my gun!

It misfired, and blew up in my hand! Dang, I couldn’t believe it failed to shoot!

        I tried some bear spray, not much fun…

 

The bear spray sprayed me, and Nick on the run,

        We could always pray, Nicodemus, got any TV-Knowsall, Effective Prayers?

Reverend Nick… thought quick, then he begun…

        Rapture us! Prosper us! W-W-J-D us! (He covered all Evangelical layers!)

 

He covered the fear-driven to a Gospiel rapture subtext, but it didn’t work!

        He covered the greed-driven Give-to-Get subtext, but it didn’t work!

He covered the slouch-thinking Gospiel to Acronym subtext, but it didn’t work!

        We even dialed 911, but Search and Rescue was far away, it didn’t work!

 

Thank God a family of Mountain Lions, chased off the ravenous, ruinous Bears!

        Those Big Cats were so amazingly beautiful!     (Under dark, brooding skies!)

But, what a shock! ‘Twas neither a solution nor end to our ugly-urgent cares!

        Winter skinny, they NEEDED a bellyful!          (I sensed, comes a surprise!)

 

FLASH! TRIPLE FLASH! BANG! BANG! BANG! BOOM! KABOOM! BOOM!

        Wasn’t Search & Rescue’s Fine Minions,

        Wasn’t Prosperity’s Cash Give-to-Gettin’s!

        Wasn’t Rapture’s Fear-monger, Inkblot Imaginin’s!

        Wasn’t Emergent’s Risible, Rube-Progtard Acronyms!

        Wasn’t even, the drilled-in-to-us fact, that the “FoundersWereGodlyMen!”

NONE OF THAT SAVED US! NONE OF THAT SAVED US! NOTHING SAVED!

        It was God Almighty, born again, Christ deliverin’,

        A ripple-down lightning-strike epiphany!

        For my proud self and proud friend,

        God blew up to smithereens, a towering tree’s top-half old-enormous trunk,

        And under that, our topmost towering egos, and with our egos… much junk,

WHAT SAVED US WAS IN THAT DAY: GOD-PRIDE EXPUNGED, GOOD IN!

        In That Day, situated such: God’s olde sacrifice tree we were AGAIN under,

        It’s the only way, apparently, proud-in-religion folk: get free! It’s no wonder.

 

So it goes,

        Strange: In That Day,

Christ-in-You knows,

        STRANGE BAD: needs to go permanently away.

 

So it goes,

        Strange: In That Day,

Christ-in-You knows,

        STRANGE WORK: so He can permanently stay.

 

See you later, In That Day; you understand now, Nick?

        My newfound, new-humbled-of-religious-pride, Christ-in-You: fast friend!

Yes, these In That Day Teachings visits… ARE a trick!

        I really can wait, so can Christ, let it process in us, before we begin… again.

 

 

 

 

Narcissist Right Lip Masters of the Intelligence Bell Curve

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/15/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“He doesn’t know the territory!” – line from Meredith Wilson’s “Music Man.”)

 

They are nothing but Maestros of the Right Lip,

Obsessed with consolidating: All-Power!

So impressed with impressing family on their hip,

        Mind-soul-body enslaving all, this hour.

 

Strategically planning every intertwined, Mesmer-minute of every day’s decade,

        Of their years left on God’s green, luscious planet,

To discover, master and create new soul-gobbling, serpentine machines made,

        To screw brains in Middle of the Bell: all-frantic!

 

In this way there cannot be ANY master-hood,

        Other than the TOTAL-COMPLETE Master-hood of the Right Bell Lip,

It is such a wondrous, infinite galaxy “hood!”

        Disallowed: Any Living Masters to Flat-Line Right: wise and hip…

 

Hip to the much worse than,

        Eighteen-Sixty chattel and sex slavery going on,

Our greatest woman or man,

        Just goes in circles on Right Bell Lip, on and on?

 

Mental and soul enslavement!

        Shall this be the un-fought-against Millennium reality?

Church IS its encouragement!

        Only problem is, God wants us to grow up and be free!

 

Hardest thing to do is show this to the best leaders, the defenders of the brand,

        Or the up and coming, social media, multitasking hipsters!

You’d think the twenty-somethings would want to free, not enslave the land,

        No, their attention span, gone! They’re rabid sight-nixers!

 

Do women leaders want to see?

        Nope, they’re too busy! Way busy! BUSY!

Do seminary leaders want to see?

        Hope, hubris: their soul sub-taught eternity.

 

Publishers? Literary agents? Christian talk show hosts?

        No, they want the next, new, shiny, spinning, wickedly-necrotic: fishing lure!

As Christ NOW returns in souls with His brain utmost,

        Does He find faith for freedom’s hard food? Or Devil’s playground: PURE?

 

How people loathe, detest, stone, silence and despise,

        Christ-in-You, as redounded by In That Day,

But nay rather, they would LOVE, if they were wise,

        Christ-in-You, as redounded by In That Day.

 

 

       

 

 

Roar Goes the Engine!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/14/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“The Spirit can make life. Sheer muscle and willpower don’t make anything happen. Every word I’ve spoken to you is a Spirit-word, and so it is life-making. But some of you are resisting, refusing to have any part in this.” (Jesus knew from the start that some weren’t going to risk themselves with him…)” – John 6:61-65, The Message Bible)

 

Seven Senior Pastors on a bus,

Each with six, supercilious, satellite pastors in fake fuss,

Forty-nine: ne’er do wells!

        Convinced their forty-nine churches: don’t make hells.

 

Roar goes the engine!

        Hiss go the brakes!

Top heavy hinging,

        Taking all takes!

It’s the deranged, autopilot, vainglorious, perpetual Evangelical Bus Line,

        No, there’s just no stopping it now!

Christ could say, Stop! It’s nugatory and empty of Christ-in-You Divine…

        It would run over Christ, somehow.

 

The forty-nine of us, are at your door, BEHOLD! At your door!

        You’ve despoiled: seven pastors, and eight wives, you whore!

You’re certainly no prophet, your In That Day Teachings are finished,

        None of what you’ve done, only what we do now, is as God wished!

 

Smell the smoke? I think my back yard has wild fires!

        It’s no joke! Will you help me put them out, dear sires?

Come to my stream, in the back part of my yard,

        I’ve got buckets, it won’t be easy, it’s gonna be hard!

 

Thick, stinging smoke, buckets, water and red-hot hell fire!

        Pine trees ablaze, barbecue range and roof shingles even higher!

Will we lose the house? The fence? The dogs? Any lives?

        Fifty men, sweating shoulder to shoulder…  smoked out all jives.

 

Roar goes the engine!

        Hiss go the brakes!

Top heavy hinging,

        Taking all takes!

It’s the deranged, auto-pilot, vainglorious, perpetual Evangelical Bus Line,

        No, there’s just no stopping it now!

Christ could say, Stop! It’s nugatory and empty of Christ-in-You Divine…

        It would run over Christ, somehow.

 

Surely, bad man who is NO PROPHET!

        This is a Divine sign from God’s heaven,

We’re God-sent, by all rights, don’t mock it!

        You are a piece of excrement, bad leaven!

 

We put out your damn (accidental?) fire!

        You give absolutely no thanks to us,

In the embers? Fifty steaks in the mire?

        Any steak sauce? You old cuss!

 

And while we sit and rest and we chew on these steaks, done to perfection?

        I see you use two mitts to uncover wrapped vegetables and baked potatoes?

Thank God there’s salad in the refrigerator, now… On to your correction!

        We’ll admit, you do things in ways we can’t. We’re not perfect, God knows!

 

Roar goes the engine!

        Hiss go the brakes!

Top heavy hinging,

        Taking all takes!

It’s the deranged, autopilot, vainglorious, perpetual Evangelical Bus Line,

        No, there’s just no stopping it now!

Christ could say, Stop! It’s nugatory and empty of Christ-in-You Divine…

        It would run over Christ, somehow.

 

Oh my God! My God! Oh!

        We weep! We howl! We wail! My God, how we wail!

Forgive us, prophet man! Oh!

        Thirsty from weeping! We thirst! Give us water pail!

 

In your presence, what is it? What is it?

        Christ-in-You?

We repent of shenanigans! We missed,

        Being imbued!

 

Oh my God! My dear God! Oh!

        Get away from us, we are so, in the shadow of the Sierras, so unclean!

Showmanship, hypnotism, misdirection, suggestion: our ends to any mean!

        We are ruined clergy! Oh!

 

Roar goes the engine!

        Hiss go the brakes!

Top heavy hinging,

        Taking all takes!

It’s the deranged, autopilot, vainglorious, perpetual Evangelical Bus Line,

        No, there’s just no stopping it now!

Christ could say, Stop! It’s nugatory and empty of Christ-in-You Divine…

        It would run over Christ, somehow.

 

No, my dear brothers, all of us,

        Myself, your seven youth pastors, that other wife and their blest wives,

Have gone thru this on the bus,

        Called In That Day Teachings! … Welcome to Christ-in-You… lives!

 

 

 

 

Cast in Iron?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/13/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

(“The Spirit can make life. Sheer muscle and willpower don’t make anything happen. Every word I’ve spoken to you is a Spirit-word, and so it is life-making. But some of you are resisting, refusing to have any part in this.” (Jesus knew from the start that some weren’t going to risk themselves with him…)” – John 6:61-65, The Message Bible)

 

Burnin’, burnin’… on my stove!       (Water dancin’ on my griddle!)

Four cast iron pans HOT, by Jove!     (Christ-in-Marriage, a riddle!)

 

Seven Jedi Youth Pastors and me make… eight!

Mixin’ up Kodiac Cakes for 16… if I’m not late!

 

Seven knocks, Why, there they are!

Drove all night? WOW! That’s far!

 

You four! Here’re your aprons, play the part!

Be your wives now! You, where do we start?

 

Gimme that apron, said the biggest lunk!

Oh dear? Yes, hun? I’m your man hunk!

 

Man hunk, don’t gimme any of that Christ-in-You! Christ-in-You? NO, NO!

 Eat your pancakes, if only I believed it’s true! Were it only true! YES, OH!

 

Yes Ma’am! Okay, whatever you say? Whatever you say!

We shall NOT hearken to In That Day! NO, NO: To In That Day!

Inevitable, IT IS, it is Cast-in-Iron, NOT Christ-in-You, Cast-in-Iron… IT IS!

No sir, we didn’t say that, not NOW anyway!  Listen to OUR say!

Man up, you’re not girly-men, WE CAN change our minds’ way!

IT IS: We might want Christ-in-You, NOT Cast-in-Iron, Christ-in-You: IT IS!

 

Eight knocks? OH MY GOD! You… drove after us all night?

Seven youth pastor wives, AND senior pastor’s wife, alright?

 

Get out of those four girl’s aprons, we’re the women now!

This here’s your Reno prophet? He looks puny, somehow!

 

What’s this actin’ and girly-complaining… and carrying on?

We aren’t against Christ-in-You!  Just YOU doing it wrong!

 

But! But! But, wives! You did NOTHING but argue!  Whu-Huh?  You argued!

That’s our prerogative! We were testing to see if you really were Christ imbued!

 

And darn it, we’re so good as fine ladies, we tested you too good! Too, too good!

No! Don’t say anything. Eat your cakes! Syrup? Butter? It isn’t what Jesus would!

 

No, it isn’t any good anymore deciding… (as if we knew) what Jesus... would do!

We’re fully convinced, eat your food, we will learn In That Day’s Christ-in-You!

 

Yes Ma’am! Okay, whatever you say? Whatever you say!

We shall NOT hearken to In That Day! NO, NO: To In That Day!

Inevitable, IT IS, it is Cast-in-Iron, NOT Christ-in-You, Cast-in-Iron… IT IS!

No sir, we didn’t say that, not NOW anyway!  Listen to OUR say!

Man up, you’re not girly-men, WE CAN change our minds’ way!

IT IS: We might want Christ-in-You, NOT Cast-in-Iron, Christ-in-You: IT IS!

 

If I wasn’t a married woman, and to a senior MEGA-PASTOR… at that!

Come back here, Reno prophet, take off that camouflage jacket and hat!

 

COWARDLY LION, girls! He looks: skeedaddling cow-ard-ly!

Bossin’ your boys around? Pshaw! Look! He’s scared of me!

 

Um, not so close, M’Lady, cornering me you are… And scared of you, truly I am!

Truth! Well then, how’s hubby s’posed to get imbued with Christ-in-You I AM?

 

You must learn, dear senior pastor’s wife, from these lovely seven church ladies,

Who shall now learn from their seven husbands, I redeemed from church Hades.

 

I was afraid you’d say that, but girls, I had to see’m if not lip to lip, eyes to eyes!

And look at you fourteen! Full together! In pancakes and syrup and loving sighs!

 

Uh Hum, There’s love energy, in God indwelling. Morning is past, now it’s noon!

Mega-Madam, good bye! Adieu! Bon voyage! Help these couples… find a room!

 

Yes Ma’am! Okay, whatever you say? Whatever you say!

We shall NOT hearken to In That Day! NO, NO: To In That Day!

Inevitable, IT IS, it is Cast-in-Iron, NOT Christ-in-You, Cast-in-Iron… IT IS!

No sir, we didn’t say that, not NOW anyway!  Listen to OUR say!

Man up, you’re not girly-men, WE CAN change our minds’ way!

IT IS: We might want Christ-in-You, NOT Cast-in-Iron, Christ-in-You: IT IS!

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, Why Tolerate Necrotic Explosive Bolts? (The LORD asks!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/12/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(“Separation/Explosive Bolts:  Hi-Shear Separation Bolts are designed and [made] for use in launch vehicles, missiles, aircraft and other applications where rapid structure separation is demanded.” – Explanation from Chemring Energetic Devices.)

 

(“The Spirit can make life. Sheer muscle and willpower don’t make anything happen. Every word I’ve spoken to you is a Spirit-word, and so it is life-making. But some of you are resisting, refusing to have any part in this.” (Jesus knew from the start that some weren’t going to risk themselves with him…)” – John 6:61-65, The Message Bible)

 

(Definition of necrotic: To make dead, usually localized death of living tissue.)

 

So, why tolerate church-state-made necrotic explosive bolts?

        The LORD wants to know!

You like exotic whirlwinds, earthquakes and lightning jolts?

        The LORD wants to know!

 

The hard Tragic View is there for you to swallow!

        Yes, it’s a bitter meal, but not a pick-and-choose buffet!

Muddle up or leave out hard precepts, it’s hollow!

        Do not tolerate straying from right, narrow path: hurray!

 

Otherwise, it is cultural, lesson-learning-time: explosive bolt action everywhere,

        Wheels falling off life’s personal vehicles, yes it’s mad!

Evangelical (unable-to-learn-lessons?) church is an example of this foolish fare,

        Selling fear, greed, slouch to rubes who’ve been so had!

 

So, why tolerate church-state-made necrotic explosive bolts?

        The LORD wants to know!

You like exotic whirlwinds, earthquakes and lightning jolts?

        The LORD wants to know!

 

Why must My Church be the very last one to see?    (Tho I proffer Reno prophet!)

        The universe is built to love human beings, that their souls MOST become!

To grow them up mature, armed, brave and free!      (Church biz: profit x profit?)

        To reject Progg-Shari-ism & embrace Tragic Love, Christ-in-You freedom!

 

Neither Kenya nor France nor New York nor London nor California allow,

        Max dispersed power in individuals, they deny Natural Law carry arms!

Thomas Jefferson pioneered the concept in 1776, but Proggies made a vow,

        Make rubes, as My Church has, & keep folk puny.  Who hears alarms?

 

 

 

 

Seven Times Seventy…  (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/08/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Usa uvam vivendo varia fit.” – This Latin phrase appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company sign in the “Lonesome Dove” 1989 TV miniseries. Written by Captain Gus McCrae, it loosely translates as “A grape matures in the presence of another mature grape.” It is high-stakes discipleship at high stake’s end, not church discipleship -- rwb.)

 

(Of course, this poem involves poetic license, its author abhors violence, all is spiritual.)

 

(Hat tip: The 1954 Seven Samurai, the 1960 The Magnificent Seven, 1977 Star Wars.)

 

Seven loud knocks heard on my door,

   Seven wanted more, a whole lot more,

     So much more than baby milk in store,

       Church had made them out a bad whore,

        But they said to Babylon, No more! No more!

         Seven young wives these seven young men adore,

           Said, All right then, go to hell and see that prophet of lore.

 

We are seven youth pastors, seminary rigid-Evangelically, so,

   We see, each in our churches, seven senior pastor disasters, so,

     Our wives, we adore, said we shouldn’t that path go much after, so,

      The seven of us drove, train’d and plane’d faster to get to Reno now, so,

        Our seven door knocks! We come fully prepared as men, to you, Master, so,

         As Christ-Jedi-Padawan wannabe’s… don’t mock our uncomfortable laughter, so,

           Will you say yes to us, to fix our seminary-churchianity wrong camber-caster... so?

 

I said, Get in my 2005 diesel Ford Excursion truck,

   And we will have a real adventure with God’s good luck!

     We went to an inner city crux where folks with mighty fine pluck,

      Robbed us of our cell phones, watches, wallets, pants, shirts, bucks,

        Naked, except for our underwear, the seven souls said to me, This sucks!

        You’ll have to call your wives for more pants and shirts and iPhones and bucks!

         Here’s your hotel, stick with me, first casualty: ego! Sleep well, Padawans in flux!

 

A few days later, I loaded my Excursion with sticks and guns,

   Then, for the next six months we alternated with various funs,

     First, they absorbed Russian Martial Art Systema, bruised up tons!

     Then they learned on the range, to be pistol’n, shotgun’n, rifle’n sons,

      Until they were somewhat better at wary defending as young Padawans,

      And I said, Well, it’s time to test our conjecture with reality’s scores and sums,

        Can you stay thoroughly kind of heart, when you’re about to be smashed by Huns?

 

Back in the Excursion, but unarmed, we went,

   To that same, rather odorous, rotten, inner city bent,

     Where seven thugs wanted all ours… permanently lent!

      But my seven kindly overcame them, laying ‘em on pavement!

        My seven put their feet on their necks, each man as a perfect gent,

         What do we do now, Master Yoda? You are to us, most heaven sent!

           Let them run away, Padawans. Love, it’s love and mercy that pays rent.

 

Next, I got some Extreme Muslims mad at me, their prophet I dissed,

   And my Padawans came in to clean my guns, like fishermen who fished,

     Guns all apart, seven black-hooded, A.K’d Jihadists burst in like Thor’s fist!

      Quick, I dove under the table and said, Boys! In war there’s always a fog mist!

        I lay there on my stomach, both hands in prayer, seven names on my prayer list,

         And my seven men assembled the guns as the manufacturers would have wished,

           And after seven lunatic Jihadists were no more, then… seven Jedi’s heads I kissed.

 

But don’t you know, I had seven times seventy problems after that!

   Seven wives were mad at me, painting me with an evil man, black hat,

     Seven wives pulling rank, said, Obey us, immediately leave that bad cat!

      And the seven sheepishly said, Yes ma’am! In less time than nothing flat,

        I sent seven wives seven training knives for their sons whose dads trained at,

         The High Things of God, in Reno, with me, beyond milk… where God’s at bat!

           And wives relented, and had faith in Living Master learning, after having a chat.

 

The seven wives said, What’s happening we don’t precisely know,

   But we trust God that higher than con-sheep church is a much better go,

     Our husbands could train our sons, and learn master love and love’s woe,

      Why does it take so long? Why is this steak-discipleship so excruciating slow?

        Without the Highest Teachings we’d probably all be, you know, in divorce row,

         But our husbands are getting Christ-in-You’s weird and inexplicable golden glow!

           An alluringly dangerous… confusing… conflicting…a wife-disempowering show?

 

Next, I sent the seven men home to their old church jobs to stumble about,

   They said to their boss pastors, We’ve got it! High Teachings! Let’s shout!

     But their head pastors played Whack-a-Mole. It was a thoroughly cruel rout,

      Seven wives disappointed, said, Well, then, that proves it. Your leader’s a lout!

        Seven divorce-minded wives with restraining orders, kicked their husbands out,

         Seven sad souls returned to me in Reno, tails between legs, their red faces a pout,

           Congrats! Rejoice! Dance a lively jig! Christ-in-You, you have! Without a doubt!

 

Seven questioning faces. And believe me, it took a while for it to dawn on them,

   The more you have Christ-in-You returned suddenly, others believe it worst sin,

     It’s happened to every saint in the bible, and will continue until times’ great end,

      And strangest thing, the first path is a churchy-Darth Vaderish unavoidable blend,

        Until volunteering for a darn Yoda to beat out religious pride into soul’s dust bin,

         Only then, only when religious pride gets out (Job did via Elihu) and humility in,

           Then Christ-in-You, and cornucopia of advanced problems, Behold! Lives within.

 

What happened to the seven? Each started a new/old creative operation,

   They did not sell Christ-in-You, as a vaudeville church-pimped sensation,

      They waited, and Systema-trained seventy folk who gave up man’s ovation,

        And thru tests and trials, introduced Padawans to the Christ-in-You creation,

        And Natural Law’s wariness and God’s Nature and Civic-Western Law station,

         Seven times seventy times infinity…a hidden to milk eyes Christ-in-You nation,

           Whadda ya know! It finally came to Earth! In That Day Dénouement Restoration!

 

And now, dear reader, how about you?

   Now that you know this, what will you do?

     Can In That Day Teachings poems really God-imbue?

      How much isn’t in lie (no Christ-in-You!) how much IS in true?

        God’s line-on-line pedagogy? versus Known line-on-line milk-rot rue?

         In That Day Teachings’ thousand points of light! (Not 3-pointless points) Hallelu!

           With eyes to see, behold and bless those who so come! Christ-in-You! Who knew?

  

       

 

 

        

 

 

 

WE NEED PROPHETS!

By A. W. Tozer

From “Of God and Men”

 

 (Hat tip to Andrew Strom! – rwb )

 

A prophet is one who knows his times and what God is trying to

say to the people of his times.

 

Today we need prophetic preachers; not preachers of prophecy

merely, but preachers with a gift of prophecy. The word of wisdom

is missing. We need the gift of discernment again in our pulpits.

It is not ability to predict that we need, but the anointed eye, the

power of spiritual penetration and interpretation, the ability to

appraise the religious scene as viewed from God's position, and

to tell us what is actually going on.

 

Where is the man who can see through the ticker tape and confetti

to discover which way the parade is headed, why it started in the

first place and, particularly, who is riding up front in the seat of honor?

 

What is needed desperately today is prophetic insight. Scholars

can interpret the past; it takes prophets to interpret the present.

Learning will enable a man to pass judgment on our yesterdays,

but it requires a gift of clear seeing to pass sentence on our own

day. One hundred years from now historians will know what was

taking place religiously in this year of our Lord; but that will be too

late for us. We should know right now.

 

If Christianity is to receive a rejuvenation it must be by other means

than any now being used. If the church in the second half of this

century is to recover from the injuries she suffered in the first half,

there must appear a new type of preacher. The proper, ruler-of-the-

synagogue type will never do. Neither will the priestly type of man

who carries out his duties, takes his pay and asks no questions,

nor the smooth-talking pastoral type who knows how to make the

Christian religion acceptable to everyone. All these have been tried

and found wanting.

 

Another kind of religious leader must arise among us. He must be

of the old prophet type, a man who has seen visions of God and

has heard a voice from the Throne. When he comes (and I pray

God there will be not one but many) he will stand in flat contradiction

to everything our smirking, smooth civilization holds dear. He will

contradict, denounce and protest in the name of God and will earn

the hatred and opposition of a large segment of Christendom. Such

a man is likely to be lean, rugged, blunt-spoken and a little bit

angry with the world. He will love Christ and the souls of men to

the point of willingness to die for the glory of the one and the

salvation of the other. But he will fear nothing that breathes with

mortal breath.

 

We need to have the gifts of the Spirit restored again to the church,

and it is my belief that the one gift we need most now is the gift

of prophecy.

 

 

Illogical Christian-Progressivism Produces Necrotic Retardation

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/07/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

(“The sacred [Natural Law] rights of mankind are not to be rummaged for amoung old parchments or musty records. They are written, as with a sunbeam, in the whole volume of human nature, by the hand of divinity itself; and can never be erased or obscured [or wickedly added to] by mortal power. – Alexander Hamilton. Amplified rwb )

 

(“The task of statesmanship has always been the redefinition of these [Natural Law] rights in terms of a changing and growing social order.”  Franklin D. Roosevelt. Amplified rwb)

 

(“Above all, we must realize that no arsenal, or no weapon [even a Progressive weapon embraced by Evangelical Churchianity] in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women.” – Ronald Reagan. Amplified rwb)

 

 

Whatever happened to the undefeatable can-do Christian-Hebrew spirits?

        Nowadays nothing but unified, no-solution fright!

Twelve journalists gunned down in Paris by two Mus-Extreme “fear-ists”?

        Twelve concealed carriers, next time… alright?

 

Decades (or centuries!) long war against jihadists?

        By dealing only with soldier-trigger-pullers & suicide vest bomb detonators?

Rather, shut the damn mouths of jihad apologists!

        Doing no small sanctions, or war, against Saudi/Iran Wahab-not originators.

 

Suppose praying rabbis in Jerusalem temple or Kenyan miners on a full bus…

        They need missile shelters from Croc-tear’ed Christian Televangelist Idiots?

No, they – against Muslim Jihadists – need high-cap concealed carry, no fuss!

        But Necrotic, Retarded Christians are, God bless ‘em, civic-mental midgets!

 

What if Jihad itself one day is thoroughly, utterly defeated,

        And wiped clean off the mindscape of the entire planet?

Captain Cook, circa 1770, says keep arms warmly heated,

        On your hip, so that when others run amok, you can it!

 

Since sagacious Captain Cook observed it,    (At evil, give it a dangerous laugh!)

        Seers also have since… since the unfettered beginning of time!

God’s Natural Law and Nature serves it,       (God’s Love writes last paragraph!)

        Two swords are sufficient…Christ’s red-letter opinion Divine.

 

Christendom’s Western Enlightenment is a kept-whole package,

        Not, NOT a pick and choose buffet!

Ban self-defense arms in public for public, and you get wreckage,

        Time, and God’s Nature does say.

       

 

 

 

 

When Pastors Lustily Clapped: CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/04/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

(“The sacred [Natural Law] rights of mankind are not to be rummaged for amoung old parchments or musty records. They are written, as with a sunbeam, in the whole volume of human nature, by the hand of divinity itself; and can never be erased or obscured [or wickedly added to] by mortal power. – Alexander Hamilton. Amplified rwb )

 

(“The task of statesmanship has always been the redefinition of these [Natural Law] rights in terms of a changing and growing social order.”  Franklin D. Roosevelt. Amplified rwb)

 

(“Above all, we must realize that no arsenal, or no weapon [even a Progressive weapon embraced by Evangelical Churchianity] in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women.” – Ronald Reagan. Amplified rwb)

 

 

This idea Ronald Reagan loved: government is beholden to Natural Law people,

        Well, certain non-dom pastors quietly shun the thought!

This idea devils are on all shoulders of leaders (e’en clerics)…so, beware sheeple!

        Well, certain non-dom pastors say this hadn’t ought!

 

When Progressive filth came in America in early ole Nineteen Hundred,

        Our pastors lustily clapped: CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Roosevelt called for inventing new rights from whole Commie Cloth red,

        And Church was trapped: TRAP! TRAP! TRAP!

 

When brain-shrunk Progressives said an elite leader is above, far above the law!

        Pastors dreamed a dream!           (We could sell rapture, prosperity, laze!)

Evangelical shenanigan shilling of subtext fear, greed and slouch began in awe!

        Pastors schemed a scheme!         (In 100 years, it’ll be our Day of Days!)

 

This idea that government can con a mesmerized people out of their rights,

        Means give-to-get hypnotic dreams will work!

With every misstep Big Government ruins folk in ghettos or other blights,

        Evangelical church applauds without smirk!

 

And hardy, har, har!  At the same nastiest time,

        Pastors protest: “The Founders, uh hum, believed!”

If on Earth, they’d kick these pastors un-divine,

        In heaven, our Founders are profoundly grieved!

 

This idea, that a people could be duly and free truly,

        Has been ruined by cruel-Progressive, sub-educated, sub-humanistic thought,

And by an Evangelical Church hypnotic and unruly,

        Doing the opposite it ought… big antichrist pedagogy this church has bought.

 

When Progressive filth came in America in early ole Nineteen Hundred,

        Our pastors lustily clapped: CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Roosevelt called for inventing new rights from whole Commie Cloth red,

        And Church was trapped: TRAP! TRAP! TRAP!

 

To fix things church must repudiate, openly repudiate,

        Easy 501(c) money-shilling of fear, greed and slouch subtexts,

But Evangelical leaders would rather step in the gate,

        Of hell, than on Earth admit they vouchsafe mankind perplexed.

 

To fix things church must un-dumb dumb-made minds,

        And to do that the myriad ways of conning must be confessed,

Church leaders must expose NLP puppet-master lines,

        And how, without mercy, as toys… sheep’s minds they messed.

 

Talk radio and conservative blogs are now showing,

        The path out of horrid, HYPNOTOAD, dumb-out-the-rube un-enlightenment,

Who? Who in church leadership admits knowing,

        Evangelicals sell laziness, greed and (Christ-in-You-less) en-frighten-ment!

 

When Progressive filth came in America in early ole Nineteen Hundred,

        Our pastors lustily clapped: CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Roosevelt called for inventing new rights from whole Commie Cloth red,

        And Church was trapped: TRAP! TRAP! TRAP!

 

 

 

 

 

So Let’s Ask, In What Way Is it: In That Day Teachings’ Fault?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/03/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(“So you’ve found something more to be afraid of than me!”… from a Riddick movie.)

 

 

(“The Spirit can make life. Sheer muscle and willpower don’t make anything happen. Every word I’ve spoken to you is a Spirit-word, and so it is life-making. But some of you are resisting, refusing to have any part in this.” (Jesus knew from the start that some weren’t going to risk themselves with him…)” – John 6:61-65, The Message Bible)

 

(Definition of distemper: To throw out of order, to make a wrong time, temper, way, etc.)

 

Is it In That Day Teachings’ fault…

        That fear preempts, precludes and distempers Christ-in-You?

        That greed preempts, precludes and distempers Christ-in-You?

        That laziness preempts, precludes and distempers Christ-in-You?

Is all this, then: In That Day Teachings’ fault?

 

Whom, then should ministries…

        Ministries which sell subtext rapture fear,

        Ministries which sell subtext prosperity greed,

        Ministries which sell subtext emergent laziness,

Whom, then should these ministries fear?

 

Should ministries’ biggest fear be to learn In That Day Teachings?

        Since fear-selling can be depended on in every and all circumstances?

        Since greed-selling can be depended on in every and all circumstances?

        Since laziness-selling can be depended on in every and all circumstances?

Or rather, shouldn’t these ministries enlarge their thinking and… really fear God?

 

Isn’t it true ministries can altogether ban In That Day Teachings?

        Can’t ministries totally ban In That Day Teachings from blogs?

        Can’t ministries totally ban In That Day Teachings from sermons?

        Can’t ministries totally ban In That Day Teachings from seminars?

But rather, can ministries ever truly succeed in banning God’s Christ-in-You?

 

Well, ministries can do whatever they want to whomever they want! (Yes, sir!)

        Ministries are free to choose fear! Isn’t free will awesome?

        Ministries are free to choose greed! Isn’t free will awesome?

        Ministries are free to choose laziness! Isn’t free will awesome?

Except these ministries just won’t ever get Christ-in-You! (They’ll hate It!)

 

But won’t they who will distemper all but hell... yell toward heaven, “UNFAIR!”

        In hell they’ll say it, but on Earth they were warned of fear-mongering!

        In hell they’ll say it, but on Earth they were warned of greed-mongering!

        In hell they’ll say it, but on Earth they were warned of laziness-mongering!

Because isn’t God free to choose to be fair, In That Day?  Isn’t God AWESOME?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, History and God Will Say (In That Day) We Were Wrong!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/02/15 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Hat tip to Elizabeth Bartholet, veteran law professor at Harvard Law, who fights PC rubbish and other mental disorders of thoughtless herd dissing of God’s Natural Law.)

 

(”27-30 God gave me this task:

“I have made you the examiner of my people,

    to examine and weigh their lives.

They’re a thickheaded, hard-nosed bunch,

    rotten to the core, the lot of them.

Refining fires are cranked up to white heat,

    but the ore stays a lump, unchanged.

It’s useless to keep trying any longer.

    Nothing can refine evil out of them.

Men will give up and call them ‘slag,’

    thrown on the slag heap by me, their God.” – Jer. 6:27-30, The Message Bible)

 

 

Yes, history and God will say (In That Day) we were wrong!

        Second, this time will be looked on as necrotic Evangelical madness,

Third, seminaries, pastors and media-masters will be deeply ashamed.

 

We were “In That Day Teachings” haters all along,

        We refused to see subtext shilling as lunitron sadness,

               And we surely “whack-a-mole’d” all Christ-in-You brained!

 

We did this so our clerisy positions wouldn’t be stained,

        We were devilishly antipode in obstinate antichrist badness,

               As rube leaders leading the dumbed-down, we rang the gong!

 

We were just in uncorrectable-ness and witchcraft-stubbornness… strong!

        Fear, greed or lazy; we embraced each insuperable, beyond-stupid fad-ness,

               To corruptness, sacred untouchable-unholy sin, we were fixedly chained.

 

But a poet in Reno sang a new/old, ameliorating, sweet denouement song!

        Turning prison-keeper, shrunken brains into all-wise liberty loving gladness,

               Gross darkness-mental-enslavement lost, and then Christ-in-You gained!

 

Yes, history and God will say (In That Day) we were wrong!

        Second, this time will be looked on as necrotic Evangelical madness,

Third, seminaries, pastors and media-masters will be deeply ashamed.

 

 

God Asks, Who Prophesizes What? … (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/30/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

One man prophesizes bigger earthquakes,

        Another prophesizes, pardon My gaping yawn, storms!

But who dares obey Me, and up shakes,

        Prophecies’ low rank, conclusion e’er forgone norms?

 

Next year will be full of hypnotic, prophetic shenanigans designed,

        To keep denouement, sight and In That Day from ever coming,

Always it’s shaking-holy-roller-coasters-earthquake-fire rhymed…

        To prevent Western Enlightenment exposing church’s conning.

 

What does it matter if the prophets,

        Can accurately name the next, by golly, president of God’s United States?

It’s how each venal prophet profits,

        And keeps Evangelical minds at rank-pond-scum: thinking process rates!

 

Next year will be full of prophetic shenanigans designed,

        To keep the knowledge: every leader has a devil (to beware of!) on shoulder,

James Madison warned, even prophets can have ill-mind,

        So next year, sans awakening to prophetic corruption, folks will get older…

 

Gatekeepers, publishers, prophets next year will get dumber and older,

        But they won’t mention anything about the devil on their shoulder!

No, the prophets will prophesize change-without-change: even bolder!

        As In That Day’s day of awakening to fix corruption… gets colder.

 

One man prophesizes bigger earthquakes,

        Another prophesizes, pardon My gaping yawn, storms!

But who dares obey Me, and up shakes,

        Prophecies’ low rank, conclusion e’er forgone norms?

 

How long can this prophetic charade… go on?

        How stupid can the leaders of church be?

They cause, not prevent, a civic hell: lifelong!

        When, oh when, oh reader! Will they see?

 

One man prophesizes bigger earthquakes,

        Another prophesizes, pardon My gaping yawn, storms!

But who dares obey Me, and up shakes,

        Prophecies’ low rank, conclusion e’er forgone norms?

 

 

 

Hell Broke When They Said, Your Money is No Good Here!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/20/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Four preachers came to Reno,         

        To save Reno’s souls,

Four preachers came to Reno,

        They knew their roles!

 

Mr. Rapture taught end times fright!

        This subtext would make money, and money would make his wife happy!

Mr. Prosperity taught Give-to-Get financial might!

        This subtext would make money, and money would make his wife happy!

Mr. Emergent taught gobbledygook-nonsense blight!

        This subtext would make money, and money would make his wife happy!

Mr. Prophet taught that earthquakes and fires would come, alright!

        This subtext would make money, and money would make his wife happy!

 

But with the extreme money that the wives of these four pastors got,

        The wives bought mansions, five star trips, jewelry and many black dresses,

But in a startling short time, they got sick of fake lifestyle polyglot,

        And the four wives vowed to learn Systema.  Why? Even now, God guesses!

 

Systema is a 1,000-year-old Russian Martial Art self-defense thing,

        Mrs. Rapture soon expunged fear, and got rid of her life of ridiculous bling,

Systema works hardest on your weakness, oft great strength it brings!

        Mrs. Prosperity expunged soul-greed!... Then she asked, What’s happening?

Systema, without being personally too offensive, helps soul blending,

        Mrs. Emergent, weighing a lazy 250, became a svelte 110, a beauty queen!

Systema did this magic, through a grey-bearded instructor, non-judging,

        Mrs. Prophet lost her nervous wreck, became calmest savant on the scene!

 

With all the soul resetting and spirit upgrades these four pirate, miracle wives got,

        They decided to convince their pastor husbands to drop subtext venal plots!

But the pastors wouldn’t hear it! Saying, Wives, we’d rather our privates be shot!

        The pastors doubled down on subtext shenanigans, caring for wives NOT!

 

Mrs. Rapture then told Mr. Rapture preacher she, with him, would not have sex!

        Same for the other three pastors’ wives, who said, No more bad subtext!

But hubbies tripled down on subtext shenanigan preaching, giving wives the hex!

        And when the men felt inclined, they paid for hookers in the county next!

Who suffered the most? Congregants! They paid three-times tithes to pastors Rex!

        And, the hookers had no customers, but four pastors, these gals also: vexed!

The wives felt outsmarted, their lives: like rearranging chairs on Titanic’s decks!

        The sheep of the four pastors: clueless, now giving church entire paychecks!

 

Word got round to the hookers what the pastors’ wives had resolutely done,

        The hookers said, We mustn’t miss out on this high stakes fun!

The ladies of the night said, Your money’s no good here, listen Sugar Hon,

        To each pastor, who replied, Oh Yah? The fight’s just begun!

 

The pastors quadrupled down on subtext shenanigans, and also found a thing new,

        Next to their whorehouse, was opening a new business: LoveBots-4-You!

The pastors said, We get four times as much from our sheep we’ve made cuckoo,

        They believe our Gospiel subtexts of fear, greed, laziness and prophetic stew,

Forget wives and hookers forcing us to come clean! Here’s an idea, Whoohoo!

        Let us be satisfied by LoveBots-4-You! Robots are plenty cool enough, too!

The wives and hookers, stymied, said, Let us powwow to figure out what to do,

        We can’t tell the congregation, kill our pastors, or bomb robots… Boohoo!

 

So the wives and hookers cried a good cry together,

        Then one hooker said, Here’s how to make this Gordian Church Knot better!

Let’s tell all to those LoveBots, as birds of a feather!

        The Bots saw subtext-shilling was evil, and banned those pastors forever!

 

Well, when wives, hookers and LoveBots made a rebel alliance with one voice,

        ‘Cause they said, Your money is no good here!

The four subtext shenanigan pastors said, We surrender! We have no choice!

        ‘Cause they said, Your money is no good here!

We’ll get rid of preaching subtext fear, greed, slouch and prophetic slop noise!

        ‘Cause they said, Your money is no good here!

And sheep were finally fed truth in Reno (later the world!) Making all rejoice!

        ‘Cause they said, Your money is no good here!

 

Most strange allies! Strange bedfellows indeed!

        How subtext-shilling pastors and non-correcting prophet fixed their creed,

Turns out truth only, is only what sheep need!

        Sans demagogue-shenanigans, Christ-in-You lives in souls fed good feed!

 

Christ-in-You appeared, behold, with eyes to see: suddenly!

        In sheep fed the truth, not blinded by demagogue subtext: evil-bad emotion,

Christ-in-You appeared, behold, with eyes to see: suddenly!

        In sheep fed well, no longer occupied with rot-fear-greed-slouch commotion,

Christ-in-You appeared, behold, with eyes to see: suddenly!

        Turns out Living Master-Life & miracle grace has no magic, wonder potion,

Christ-in-You appeared, behold, with eyes to see: suddenly!

        Other than: Get rid of subtext shilling FIRST! That is the hard-to-take notion.           

 

 

Now, honor and highest accolades,

        Must evermore go to those brave, God-pleasing wives, hookers & LoveBots!

God will do anything which aides,

        Christ-in-You coming quickly! … whilst ridding what, in you, church besots!

       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When All See the Apostasy … (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/18/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

When all see the apostasy…            

        How venal emotions were boldly sold in subtext,

Making Gospiel ecstasy,

        Fear, greed and laziness shall die as did T-Rex!

 

When all see the apostasy…

        Venerable A. W. Tozer saw, & wrote magnificently about, in his day,

Think of the multitudes set free!

        Tozer saw the problems, not solutions redounding, of In That Day!

 

When all see the apostasy…

        That strangely somehow, necessarily had to excruciatingly come,

With multitudes in heresy,

        Rapture isn’t the best description of how comes now God’s Son!

 

When all see the apostasy…

        That wraps up so very, very many in unholy give-to-get greed,

Self-dealing wolves set none free!

        True prosperity includes eyes to see… self-service’s foul creed!

 

When all see the apostasy…

        And the trick is to see all this as a whole, undeniable, enlightening package,

Seeker-Dumb/Emergent: Whoohee!

        Sells subtext laziness/weakness causing sheep/shepherd implosion wreckage.

 

When all see the apostasy…

        And the simple-minded see prophetic leaders corrected… absolutely nothing!

But feathered their nests easily,

        And seminaries taught leaders this circular-cabal, so that all now woe bring!

 

When all see the apostasy…

        Out of soul will go lies of subtext, con job shenanigans,

Lies from Satan, God’s enemy,

        Once lies out, truth comes in with many born-agains!

 

When all see the apostasy…

        The boring repetition of line upon line of lies will then cease,

And springs of truth allowed to be,

        Then the here-a-little, there-a-little pedagogy will increase!

 

When all see the apostasy…

        They will read, truly, truly: life-enlarging and life-changing books!

Not pastor books of fantasy,

        But In That Day Teachings… halting the sale of books by crooks!

 

When all see the apostasy…

        And where… rebirth of reason, reason eliminating treason, is at last heading!

Christ-in-You! (in you comfortably!)

        All will bless Christ-in-You in others to increase God’s holy-most bedding!

 

When all see the apostasy…

        They’ll say the price was spiritually: EPICALLY HIGH!

Many new apostles, there’ll be,

        They’ll say Burke was God’s seer, not horrific,ugly guy.

 

        When all see the apostasy…

They’ll say the big, important bottom line was Living Master LOVE!

        (Too much EVIL in fear, greed, laziness, weakness & prophetic corruption!)

That Western Enlightenment’s Tragic View is God’s gift from above,

        And so also are In That Day Teachings, enabling Christ-in-You’s eruption!

 

        When all see the apostasy…

My, my, what a fine day that will be!  Christ-in-You unbound!

        But what  you say? Gatekeepers, publishers, seminaries hate it when found?

They hate Christ-in-You? Or In That Day Teachings all round?

        Yet…there’ll be a tipping point, a tipping point no man can stop: profound!

 

        When all see the apostasy…

We shall all have to forgive ourselves for what we refused to see,

        That Tozer pointed the way to Reno, a place making Christ-in-You’s history,

Oh the humble pie that will be ate, when seminaries stop their hate,

        None can stop Christ’s Millennial Renewal story, Christ-in-You!… GLORY!

 

 

 

OUR Most CRITICAL NEED

by A.W. Tozer   (Hat Tip to Andrew Strom!)

 

Surely we need a baptism of clear seeing if we are to escape the

fate of Israel (and of every other religious body in history that forsook

God). If not the greatest need, then surely one of the greatest is for

the appearance of Christian leaders with prophetic vision. We

desperately need seers who can see through the mist. Unless they

come soon, it will be too late for this generation. And if they do

come, we will no doubt crucify a few of them in the name of our

worldly orthodoxy. But the cross is always the harbinger of the

resurrection.

 

Mere evangelism is not our present need. Evangelism does no

more than extend religion, of whatever kind it may be. It gains

acceptance for religion among larger numbers of people without

giving much thought to the quality of that religion. The tragedy is

that present-day evangelism accepts the degenerate form of

Christianity now current as the very religion of the apostles and

busies itself with making converts to it with no questions asked.

And all the time we are moving farther and farther from the New

Testament pattern.

 

We must have a new reformation. There must come a violent break

with that irresponsible, amusement-mad, paganized pseudo-religion

which passes today for the faith of Christ and which is being spread

all over the world by unspiritual men employing unscriptural methods

to achieve their ends.

 

When the Roman church apostatized, God brought about the

Reformation. When the Reformation declined, God raised up the

Moravians and the Wesleys. When these movements began to

die, God raised up fundamentalism and the "deeper life" groups.

 

Now that these have almost without exception sold out to the world-

what next?

 

 

-Source- "We travel an appointed way" - A.W. Tozer, chapter 8

 

 

 

 

Is It Too Late to Go Home Early? … (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/17/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Each one of these people of faith died not yet having in hand what was promised, but still believing.  How did they do it?  They saw it way off in the distance, waived their greeting, and accepted the fact that they were transients in this world.  … But they were after a far better country than that – heaven country [Heaven’s Undiscovered Country of Christ-in-You, seen by those with eyes to see, unseen and UNBELIEVED by those of Christian religion with NO EYES TO SEE at all.]  You can see why God is so proud of them, [Those who eliminated Christian Pride and subsequently unable to eat the 666-subtextual fear, greed, laziness and enslavement sold commonly at normal church Gospiel outlets and social media binding/blinding-ops.] …and [God] has a City waiting for them.” –  Hebrews 11:13-16, The Message Bible. [Amplified Comments by rwb])

 

It’s too late to go home early,                       

        My magnum opus prophetic work… almost done,

The reception to my work: surly,

        (Most are conflicted on the return of God’s Son!)

 

Hebrews 11 says a true prophet seldom lives,

        To see his work come alive,

Christ-in-You: In That Day Teachings gives,

        But now… all think it jive!

 

And all the jive of subtext fear, greed, laziness and rube thought control,

        Folk won’t wake up from!

Gospiel subtext emotional enslavement popularity hasn’t grown old,

        In That Day… isn’t done!

 

Meaning, no denouement anywhere!

        Even the media generation wants naught but dumb, dumber, dumbest of cool,

Haven’t found a soul to: a whit care,

        Busy with dumb lights, dumb camera, dumb action; the way of a risible fool.

 

So who’s the fool? Who’s really the unmitigated fool?

        The reception to my work is maleficent-surly,                (No Hurray?)                                

I’m guilty of giving the world a truly magnificent tool,

        Nevertheless… It’s too late to go home early!                 (In That Day!)

 

(Nothing but the proud, rigid, intellectually incurious?

        You’d think, well, you’d think the LORD’d be furious!

But no, it’s mercy on those with virtually no spiritual eyes to see,

        And subsequently clueless, they are utterly clueless… as how to be!)

 

 

 

It Concentrates the Mind! … or NOT … (?) (!) (?)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/15/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(Then GOD said, “I’m not going to breathe life into men and women endlessly.  [Contend with them, strive with them.] … expect a life span of 120 years.” Genesis 6:3, a blend of The Message, Amplified and King James Version.)

 

 

It concentrates the Mind! … or NOT, (?) (!) (?)                    

        When I think of Rapture preaching, preaching naught but ugly subtext fear!

        And how fear is a spirit of not God, so He’s not in it… AND He’s not near…

 

It concentrates the Mind! … or NOT, (?) (!) (?)

        When I think of Prosperity preaching, preaching risible subtext greed!

        And how greed is a spirit of not God, so He’s not in me… in this deed…

 

It concentrates the Mind! … or NOT, (?) (!) (?)

        When I think of Emergent preaching, preaching brazen subtext laziness!

        And how laziness is a sprit of not God, so He’s not living in craziness…

 

It concentrates the Mind! … or NOT, (?) (!) (?)

        When I think of how tithing, even revival or building/broadcasting programs,

        Are hugely self-dealing for pastors, and hiding it, makes brain-bust pogroms!

 

It concentrates the Mind! … or NOT, (?) (!) (?)

        How easy prophets can prophesize earthquake, judgment or scary situations!

        Yet how hard, Easy-Money Prophets to own up to fright-scam-use creations.

 

It concentrates the Mind! … or NOT, (?) (!) (?)

        That Lord-Over-Rube Theocrats, never show: NLP levers behind the curtain!

        Thus: Evangelical showmen share enslavement powers with politicos certain.

 

It concentrates the Mind! … or NOT, (?) (!) (?)

        That In That Day Teachings covers all this and more!

        And how Christ-in-You returns with presents in store…

 

It concentrates the Mind! … or NOT, (?) (!) (?)

        That Christ’s return is so hidden from cheap thinkers, soul-enslavers & such,

        That the hardest thing is to bless Christ-in-You, in one, for redounding touch!

 

 

The Strange Saga of the Town Called Simple Mind

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/11/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(“Tyranny, broadly defined, is the use of power to dehumanize the individual and delegitimize his nature.  Political utopianism is tyranny disguised as a desirable, workable, and even paradisiacal governing ideology.  There are, of course, unlimited utopian constructs, for the mind is capable of infinite fantasies.  But there are common themes.  The fantasies take the form of grand social plans or experiments, the impracticability and impossibility of which, in small ways and large, lead to the individual’s subjugation.” – Chapter One, The Tyranny of Utopia of the book Ameritopia, by Mark Levin)

 

(Then GOD said, “I’m not going to breathe life into men and women endlessly.  [Contend with them, strive with them.] … expect a life span of 120 years.” Genesis 6:3, a blend of The Message, Amplified and King James Version.)

 

 

I went to the town of Simple Mind,            

        And what did I see?

Two factions, in practice, I did find,

Strange territory!

 

Two large meeting buildings this place had,

        One civic, one clerical,

Each thought both most good, not bad,

        All in all: hysterical!

 

One group met at the splendiferous town hall,

        Dedicating their souls to tax, and spend fine and borrow!

The other in a church with golden steeple tall,

        Dedicating their souls to tithe, bend mind and sorrow!

 

Tax, spend fine and borrow!

        How delighted then, were its mad with self-flagellation adherents!

Tithe, bend mind and sorrow!

        So fervent, self-congratulation zealots are… when NOT God sent!

 

As I was gifted with a cleverish sort of tongue,

        I was approached, separately, by each group specific,

If paid well, would I sing… what needed sung,

        So the mesmerized would pay into causes horrific?

 

Surely, surely I would!

        I privately said to each group: individually!

Knock, knock on wood!

        God’s plan is always good, indubitably!

 

To the Simple Civic Mesmerized I said, This is treasured…

        Beware that horrible, HYPNOTOAD Cleric Crowd!

Then to the Cleric Mesmerized I said, in terms measured…

        Beware the Civics, but I said it perhaps more loud!

 

Hear! Hear! Each group said in response,

        And man, did the money, like a river, flow!

My take, twenty percent of each ensconce,

        My mama didn’t raise no fool, you know!

 

Tax, spend fine and borrow!

        How delighted then, were its mad with self-flagellation adherents!

Tithe, bend mind and sorrow!

        So fervent, self-congratulation zealots are… when NOT God sent!

 

Finally, I brought my armor-er friend in, Joe,

        And he sold both groups heavy tanks, planes, JDAM bombs and big artillery,

Each group nearly killed each other off, so,

        The town of Simple Mind learned not to think: plain awful, damned sillery.

 

Christ gave us four arenas to ascend in Living Master can-do government,

        Self, Family, Religion and Civic-Life Large Organizations,

Mesmer leaders of Religion and Civic give Ferguson-bad-discontentment,

        And In That Day provides Christ-in-You full restorations!

 

Choose you this day: It’s Valley of Decision Time, choose you, yes, this day!

        Your surprisingly cursed or surprisingly blessed way…

Choose Politic-Cleric Nazi leaders grey, simple cuffs for simple minds’ bay,

        Or what surprising Christ-in-You might do and say!

 

There are far too few Christ-in-You Living Masters, yes too few Living Masters!

        And too many Living Idiots, followed by idiots… these… Leader Disasters!

In That Day Teachings teach things right vs. milk-masters that teach just… blight!

        But to receive Christ-in-You, takes an expunging-of-one’s-own-demons fight!

 

Tax, spend fine and borrow!

        How delighted then, were its mad with self-flagellation adherents!

Tithe, bend mind and sorrow!

        So fervent, self-congratulation zealots are… when NOT God sent!

 

 

Our Founding Father, blessed James Madison,

        Instituted a Constitution based on checkmating our troublesome souls’ ill!

This is our true reality, blessed by God’s Son,

        We’ve devils and angels on our shoulders, win the fight, and Christ’ll fill!

 


The Only Way Out is Up… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/07/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(“Tyranny, broadly defined, is the use of power to dehumanize the individual and delegitimize his nature.  Political utopianism is tyranny disguised as a desirable, workable, and even paradisiacal governing ideology.  There are, of course, unlimited utopian constructs, for the mind is capable of infinite fantasies.  But there are common themes.  The fantasies take the form of grand social plans or experiments, the impracticability and impossibility of which, in small ways and large, lead to the individual’s subjugation.” – Chapter One, The Tyranny of Utopia of the book Ameritopia, by Mark Levin)

 

 

I see the ONLY way out,                   (Gaining Christ-in-You!)

        Truly, is now: UP!                       (Smart-wise… UN-gullible!)

In reply, Christians pout?                    (Hating Christ-in-You?)

        Well, GROW UP!                        (Not sub-taught… reliable!)

 

How long can the Christian narrative,

        Be sinfully adolescent?               (Enabling financial herding!)

God of time says, Enough! Bare it is,

        Wickedly maleficent!                  (Only anti-Christ birthing!)

 

Babyish bromides, nonsensical bandaids and obscene tweaks,

        Pasted over festering problems: cleric and civic…

Making leader-caused problems last long decades, not weeks,

        To ignore rebuke this long, is all-out horrific!

 

I see the ONLY way out,                     (Gaining Christ-in-You!)

        Truly, is now: UP!                       (Smart-wise: UN-gullible!)

In reply, Christian pout?                     (Hating Christ-in-You?)

        Well, GROW UP!                        (Not sub-taught; reliable!)

 

NASA just sent a capsule 20,000 miles per hour,

        It landed safely in the ocean!

Not since 1972, when at 25,000 miles per hour,

        Apollo 17 showed the notion…

 

Our way is up, up, up and far, far beyond,

        In spirit, soul, mentality and body!

Oh sad, rube-made Christians un-fecund,

        Time for self-correction: bloody!

 

I see the ONLY way out,                     (Gaining Christ-in-You!)

        Truly, is now: UP!                       (Smart-wise: UN-gullible!)

In reply, Christian pout?                     (Hating Christ-in-You?)

        Well, GROW UP!                        (Not sub-taught; reliable!)

 

If our corrupt, self-dealing, uncorrectable Evangelical Christianity,

        Refuses to clean up its rube-making, dishonest-as-hell act,

Behold, God will give leaders a much-deserved, earned insanity,

        Dogs, even chickens, will be known as smarter, in fact!

 

Sub-Christ-in-You-educated Evangelical Churchianity leaders,

        And especially their most famous, spirit deceived prophets,

Have okayed (to cheaply gain audience) self-dealing dealers,

        And haven’t seen Christ-in-You’s “In That Day” rockets.

 

I see the ONLY way out,                     (Gaining Christ-in-You!)

        Truly, is now: UP!                       (Smart-wise: UN-gullible!)

In reply, Christian pout?                     (Hating Christ-in-You?)

        Well, GROW UP!                        (Not sub-taught; reliable!)

 

 

 

 

 

Hope and Cringe Time… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/03/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(“Tyranny, broadly defined, is the use of power to dehumanize the individual and delegitimize his nature.  Political utopianism is tyranny disguised as a desirable, workable, and even paradisiacal governing ideology.  There are, of course, unlimited utopian constructs, for the mind is capable of infinite fantasies.  But there are common themes.  The fantasies take the form of grand social plans or experiments, the impracticability and impossibility of which, in small ways and large, lead to the individual’s subjugation.” – Chapter One, The Tyranny of Utopia of the book Ameritopia, by Mark Levin)

 

 

Time to double down on group-stupid?

        That’s surely what the politicians, media and culture will do!

But wait! What about God’s own cupid?

        Will our Evangelical Clerics double down on misconstrue?

 

Shall old Evangelical rube-making insanity,

        Continue to be exactly, precisely: just that?

In That Day begs for higher, saner humanity,

        Whose hat is white? And whose is black?

 

Surely, surely, it’s Valley of Decision time! Clerical decision time!

        Time to study deeply In That Day Teachings’ Christ-in-You rhyme?

Or demurely double down on church’s rotten, uncorrected grime?

        Clerics and politics now rube-maker-linked in arm, a heinous crime?

 

Time to double down on group-stupid?

        That’s surely what the politicians, media and culture will do!

But wait! What about God’s own cupid?

        Will our Evangelical Clerics double down on misconstrue?

 

And the Evangelical Prophetic,

        Schools of Thought are such a joke!

In God’s judgment: Pathetic!

        Cringe-worthy dumb, without hope.

 

Just same old politicos, our Progressive sub-taught politicos,

        Urinating and defecating on laws, peons, reason and the USA Constitution,

Much the same with preachers’ emotional “Go-Go-Goes!”

        Doing about same with sheep and God’s high ways; avoiding restoration?

 

Time to double down on group-stupid?

        That’s surely what the politicians, media and culture will do!

But wait! What about God’s own cupid?

        Will our Evangelical Clerics double down on misconstrue?

 

 

How to Go Boldly into the (Un-enslaved) Future (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/24/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Like all of In That Day Teachings’ poems, the following addresses the human spiritual condition, and the author implores readers to never act violently towards any elected leader, but at the same time… encourages victory against all violent criminals. – rwb)

 

(Find the truth, and it will tell you what to do. – a saying from the Star Wars universe)

 

Day just ain’t no Warp Drive,           (No Star Wars Jedi Light Sabers?)

        T’ain’t neither no Star Gates!                  (Time for dat ain’t right!)

T’ain’t no Beam-Me-Up Jive,             (No Interstellar: Planet Savers?)        

        Brothers, we gotta waits!                         (‘Cause: it’s time to fight!)

 

I’m sweepin’ dis floor,

        Of dis here closed-for-the-night restaurant,

An’… I’s feelin’ poor!

        No Jedi’s… no sabers… no bon vivant!

 

We voted for dat man Obama,

        An’ we sure got de short shrift!

Mama Mia! An’ Dalai Lama!

        Blasted up space! We’s adrift!

 

To heck and gone with vote-for-my-color Tribalism!

        My skin and his’n… is about de same,

But Cheese ‘n Crackers, it’s a Goram rival schism!

        He got de riches, but we got de bane!

 

Dat’s what de ole church lady, Missus Lula Jeremiah,

        She tole us, she tole us good in our Kinder-Bible,

T’ain’t no leader an angel, some de barracuda pariah!

        Our Foundin’ Fathers, dey were MOST reliable!

 

Shore ‘enough, Missus J. she always say,

        Dem Founders had, God ‘a’ mercy, SLAVES!

Dem English thrust ‘em on ‘em anyway,

        Chiles, don’ be useful-idiot, DUMB KNAVES!

 

We needs to kiss dis here holy American ground in gladness,

        Dat we still ain’t in messed-up-beyond mess Africa!

We kin sweep de floor clean, or be Bad Progressive Madness,

        Ninety percent of DOSE leaders, dey jess trick ya!

 

An’ good Missus J., she tole us…

        James Madison said , Every leader gotta devil on shoulder!

De Constitution, it protects us,

        From our own troubled selves!  Black, white, young, older!

 

God have mercy!

        We ain’t escapin’… by rapture nor choosin’ a black nor woman President!

We plead mercy!

        We gots to UN-EFF de last Century and dis Progtard Millennium present!

 

As I sweeps dis floor of dis here eatery,

        Listenin’ overhead to 50’s rock ‘n roll: foot-tappin’ to good tunes!

Dose questions it maybe answered free,

        Maybe our future IS liberty’s self-restraint, Madison’s ole boons!

 

De Blessed Master said, Two swords are enough,

        Concealed carry keeps me and t’others (at this late hour) from being got,

Go boldly, with a spine of great faith… go tough,

        An American stands on two feet, gun warm, and shoots back when shot!

 

That Missus J. was de walkin’ essence of Christ-in-You’s LOVE,

        And she couldn’t be, by us her rapscallion students, fooled either!

She didn’t vote for Obama, twice she voted “None of de above,”

        She couldn’t be HYPNOTOAD enslaved, no never how: neither!

 

Well, my sweepin’ job on the night shift, it’s almost done,

        But cleanin’ up America is jus’ begun, (Datsa big sweepin’ job: jus’ begun!)

Without violence, Progressive enslavement will be gone,

        Like Missus J. said, by James Madison’s strong oh-spine, heart oh-love sons.

 

‘Tis quite a Jedi trick,

        You know, leading by saying you gots a devil an’ angel fightin’ on shoulder!

Vote ‘em out, quick!

        Dem bastids, what think dey’s above us somehow, with stoney hearts colder!

 

No more o’ Dem ultra rich parlaying and joining with us poor folk,

        And “community-organizing” resentment and hate to burn the Stuck-Middle!

Class is as Class does, we gonna rise up and love all, it’s no joke!

        By the Livin’ God, I swear I and you and we ain’t dancin’ to NERO’s Fiddle!

 

Day just ain’t no Warp Drive,             (No Star Wars Jedi Light Sabers?)

        T’ain’t neither no Star Gates!                  (Time for dat ain’t right!)

T’ain’t no Beam-Me-Up Jive,             (No Interstellar: Planet Savers?)        

        Brothers, we gotta waits!                         (‘Cause: it’s time to fight!)

 

 

 

It’s Ten Past… Lock ‘n Load, Friends of Liberty!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/20/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Like all of In That Day Teachings’ poems, the following addresses the human spiritual condition, and the author implores readers to never act violently towards any elected leader, but at the same time… encourages victory against all violent criminals. – rwb)

 

(Find the truth, and it will tell you what to do. – a saying from the Star Wars universe)

 

Time to take well-worn, leather-thong strap,

        Off holstered, Colt .45 Peacemaker’s trigger-hammer,

Don’t blink, nor text message, nor take nap,

        No jolt-brash moves! Smooth is de rigueur… amour!

 

Guarding that Tomb of the Unknown?

        Bullets best be in Eugene Stoner’s assault rifle mag,

One in chamber: practiced to the bone!

        There be Mad Zombie-Muslim Deathnistas in drag!

 

Suppose: comes an ax or machete or AK or Arab, curved-knife attack,

        In purse or on hip… have you reasonable solution?

It’s ten past lock ‘n load, Mac: Is your plan of attack: Attack! Attack?

        Well past time to pray for rapture… or absolution!

 

If they, the great BIG BAD THEY, come today,

        Aiming to kill innocents, will we kill them: right back?

Our inalienable rights STOP their wicked way,

        We have more triggers than they: knives to neck-hack!

 

Every synagogue, church, bus or popular eatery,

        Must have quiet, determined men with enough warm, Condition-One guns,

Delivering to Deathnistas quick defeat, for free!

        Without blood lust, but with sadness as God’s righteous, fightin’-evil sons.

 

No time for extreme grace and eternal-dumb security,

        No time for churches of unthinking persona worship and supine-gelded ease,

Our very soul-constitutions are called upon to be free,

        We’ll have spines and strong, practiced, unafraid trigger-fingers to squeeze!

 

Never a scintilla of wrong, nor base emotion,

        Nor anything inside but love,

Behold the American character… in motion!

        Justice is… as God above!

 

Americans have far too much spine, living under God’s palm and pine,

        To stand by while our Constitution is removed line upon line,

Unlike the world, tyranny can’t cross our individualist, sacred red line,

        It’s ten past lock ‘n load, one word to mystic tyrants: Resign!

 

We shoot Zombie-Muslim-Nazi neck-chopping murderers,

        And we force to resign tyrant-political slave-masters, OH MY!

We aren’t sheep to be sheared by Progtard Master-herders,

        We don’t carry for nothing, It’s ten past Twelve o’clock high!

 

And what about Libtard-dumb states like California, Massachusetts or New York?

        Which hate, vilify, belittle and criminalize armed citizens: inside and out?

Let them be stabbed hard by terrorism’s and political tyranny’s most wicked fork!

        Warned, they’ve been.  Weeping in their Ramahs might turn them about.

 

The East and Left Hubristic-Progtard, banefully stupid, self-serving coasts,

        Broadcast a worldview: utterly, horrid insane,

Flyover folk have better souls than that uncorrectable-doomed-dumb host!

        Citizens with spines and brains shall remain!

 

Tyrannies of Horrid-Progressive Fools,

        Linked, inextricably as they are, with Muslim-Nazi-Extremism gone mad,

Shall be overcome with liberty’s tools,

        Warm guns carried, and love of laws and US Constitution outlawing bad.

 

Time to take well-worn, leather-thong strap,

        Off holstered, Colt .45 Peacemaker’s trigger-hammer,

Don’t blink, nor text message, nor take nap,

        No jolt-brash moves! Smooth is de rigueur… amour!

 

The mad fools think Madison’s law, that every leader has a devil on shoulder,

        Shall be un-proved, by their Muslim sword and lie-yapping Progressive jaw,

Yet by Western Enlightened souls alleging to God’s truths, which are older!

        Muslim-Extremists shall get their death wish, and tyrants’ll resign… in awe.

 

Time to take well-worn, leather-thong strap,

        Off holstered, Colt .45 Peacemaker’s trigger-hammer,

Don’t blink, nor text message, nor take nap,

        No jolt-brash moves! Smooth is de rigueur… amour!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What AM I Really Saying to You?  (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/15/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them. – Galileo Galilei. I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use. – Galileo Galilei)

 

(Find the truth, and it will tell you what to do. – a saying from the Star Wars universe)

 

What AM I really saying,                  (Line upon line, here a little, there a little…)

        Through a thousand poems?

In That Day: Okaying,                        (Restoration pedagogy, not lunatic spittle!)

        Restoration, through tomes…

 

Through tomes of thought pieces,

        Christ-n-You in parents, uncles, aunts and nieces,

Christ-in-You in society’s creases,

        Such that conning faith (loving lies & liars) ceases…

 

Subtext shilling of MAD fear, greed and laziness,

        Delivered under a text of dumbing-down Gospiel shenanigans,

Becomes known simply as known bad craziness,

        And stops being the en masse preventing way of born-agains…

 

Born-agains mustn’t be (via wolf-impunity) wholly prevented, halted, stopped,

        From gaining My sane countenance of (bless those who have) Christ-in-You!

Yet everywhere: rude Smash-the-Christ-in-You-Mole… gets… Me… Boppped!

        Seminary-approved: subtext-wrong-emotion-sales leave you: Me-un-imbued!

 

What AM I really saying,                    (Line upon line, here a little, there a little…)

        Through a thousand poems?

In That Day: Okaying,                        (Restoration pedagogy, not lunatic spittle!)

        Restoration, through tomes…

 

(Note: The magnum opus of In That Day Teachings, consist primarily of books of poetry, each about 200 pages long.  The idea is that this is a break-through product for this Millennium, wherein true and ascendant seekers going from upper levels of milk unto the many levels of meat or steak, do so by forgoing the 3-point-pedagogy sermon, book or seminary… and grow their minds and spirits and bodies unto Christ-in-You indwelling through daily exposure to “character-enlarging” poems of In That Day Teachings. Amen and amen, even so and even in this surprising way, LORD Jesus Christ, come!  Come in!)

 

 

 

 

The Vandals Stole the Handle of Sight! Of Hearing! Of Wisdom!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/30/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men. – George Orwell)

 

The vandals stole the handle,

        Bob Dylan sang it long ago,

The mentality to handle freedom’s mantle,

        Destroyed by Progressivism slow.

 

Slow, for one-hundred years,

        Progressive education retarded civic and cleric brains!

Now: confusion and tears,

        But, behold! In That Day Teachings break the chains!

 

Chains of enslavement achieved by other means,

        Progressive hidden enslavement requires great Hypnotoad wiles!

Which, amazingly, Church haply uses on greens!

        Green younglings NEVER mature, subsumed by river-lie styles!

 

In That Day Teachings say pastors will NEVER get higher in God,

        Without seeing their own wile-blight factories!

Pastors are therefore praying, God is it us who are odd?

        Are we too full of Satan’s black-prog stories?

 

Pastors want to find some other easier, man-controlled way,

        To get higher in God, yet NOT see In That Day’s dénouement light!

God says, Go ahead! Try every church-donkey bray!

        But that rapscallion, incorrigible prophet in Reno, Nevada IS right!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once Past Isaiah 6, In That Day… Christ-in-You Begins!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/20/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(He said, “Go and tell this people: ‘Listen hard, but you aren’t going to get it; look hard, but you won’t catch on.’ Make these people blockheads, with fingers in their ears and blindfolds on their eyes, So they won’t see a thing, won’t hear a word, So they won’t have a clue about what’s going on and, yes, so they won’t turn around and be made whole.” – Isaiah 6: 9-10 The Message Bible)

 

(Dear beloved Christians, check your souls and ask if your response to In That Day Teachings’ missives and poems is not PRECISELY as a Soviet Communist leader’s response to reading George Orwell’s Animal Farm, or 1984 or that of an antebellum plantation slaveholder reading Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn.  Some day, In That Day actually, some of you might gain repentance and with it denouement enough to say, as Huck Finn said when deciding to save his black friend Jim from slavery, and in so doing go against the Evangelical bible teachings of the day, and wryly conclude, as he did through the powerful writing style of Mark Twain, “Alright then, I’ll GO to hell.”– rwb)

 

God, You are NOT too busy! In That Day… or,

        EVER!

Why this seeming hitch… in general denouement,

        Clever?

 

Folks are so disconnected from Your reality,

        And I’ve tried to connect them to it,

For a million reasons they keep their fealty,

        And say to higher ways: SCREW IT!

 

Most men, after all: have some family!           (That’s their godly excuse?)

        And so naturally, do the women,

All stay enslaved, who really stand free?       (SNAFU, oddly their ruse?)

        Ignorance isn’t bliss: it’s sin!

 

I have been privileged, as an unforgivably ribald writer: given eyes to see!

        But Isaiah Six says my work,

My work necessarily MAKES folk more obtuse and blind, NOT more free!

        Woe is me! Woe is R. Burke!

 

In That Day Teachings, an incomparable Rosetta stone,

        An opus magnum of high-world, peace denouement!

Shall it be closed, as Daniel’s ancient, unknown tome?

        Or shall Christ-in-you become THE improvement!

 

God knows, I don’t,

        I pray and I pray and I pray!

God knows, I don’t,

        Isaiah 6 stands IN the way!

 

Needed: eyes to see! Ears to hear!

        It’s verily, verily: gospel true!

Christ-in-You, behold! So near!

        If Christians learned to rue!

 

If Christians could humbly and truly learn,

        Of their wretched-wolf-bad, wastrel, endless-loop, Evangelical-hubris sins!

Then their puke-evil doxies… they’d burn!

        Even as… out bad, in good! In That Day: BEHOLD! Christ-in-You begins!

 

 

 

 

(In The original words of Mark Twain in Huckleberry Finn…

 

So I was full of trouble, full as I could be; and didn’t know what to do. At last I had an idea; and I says, I’ll go and write the letter—and then see if I can pray. Why, it was astonishing, the way I felt as light as a feather right straight off, and my troubles all gone. So I got a piece of paper and a pencil, all glad and excited, and set down and wrote:

Miss Watson, your runaway nigger Jim is down here two mile below Pikesville, and Mr. Phelps has got him and he will give him up for the reward if you send.

I felt good and all washed clean of sin for the first time I had ever felt so in my life, and I knowed I could pray now. But I didn’t do it straight off, but laid the paper down and set there thinking—thinking how good it was all this happened so, and how near I come to being lost and going to hell. And went on thinking. And got to thinking over our trip down the river; and I see Jim before me all the time: in the day and in the night-time, sometimes moonlight, sometimes storms, and we a-floating along, talking and singing and laughing. But somehow I couldn’t seem to strike no places to harden me against him, but only the other kind. I’d see him standing my watch on top of his’n, ’stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see him how glad he was when I come back out of the fog; and when I come to him again in the swamp, up there where the feud was; and such-like times; and would always call me honey, and pet me and do everything he could think of for me, and how good he always was; and at last I struck the time I saved him by telling the men we had small-pox aboard, and he was so grateful, and said I was the best friend old Jim ever had in the world, and the ONLY one he’s got now; and then I happened to look around and see that paper.

It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was a-trembling, because I’d got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself:

“All right, then, I’ll GO to hell"—and tore it up.)

 

 

God’s Deep and Great Hints Against Tyranny… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/07/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(God has established four realms of government to which He delegates authority.  They are (1) self-government; (2) family government; (3) church government; and (4) civil government.  Each has its own role, function and jurisdiction.  – The Doctrine of the Lesser Magistrate)   

 

(Among our God-given inalienable rights are the right to not have your spirit, body, brain or soul aggressed upon unjustly.  Many wolf-shepherds stomp on their sheep’s brains, souls and spirits continually.  God is not pleased that sheep are seldom taught to guard against the easily-achieved tyranny that wolves in sheep’s clothing enjoy. – rwb)

 

 

One is one’s own master, commander and friend,

        That is self-government, as God planned…

Family has laws the family must never rend,

        That is family government, as God planned…

Church is a government of laws no leader can bend,

        That is church government, as God planned…

Government and business and all other orgs have laws to defend,

        That is civil government, as God planned…

 

And God allows that we, yes we,

        In our leadership in each sacrosanct, God-ordained, high and holy realm,

Have shoulder-devils! Ooh wee!

        Of which we must systematically combat, so that good is mainly at helm!

 

One has history and great books and sages of the ages,

        Friends, High Teachings, the Bible and God’s voice to listen to,

Families have the same, what with rebellious young pages,

        Mid-Function husbands and wives, and the hoary, storied, wisdom-imbued,

Churches need not have loose cannon ministers, but sages,

        If shepherds submit to power-restriction: so their huge ego’s subdued,

Government, all forms, need tri-part republic gauges,

        So that shoulder-devils aim weapons at peer, over-empowered brood!

 

So then, honor we must,

        Calmly, God’s rights in us, disbursed four ways,

For, we shall not bust,

        If shoulder-devils are kept in check all our days.

 

Woe to the self government!

        Which abandons limit-systems, and doesn’t keep shoulder-devils in check!

Woe to the family government!

        Which abandons limit-systems, and doesn’t keep shoulder-devils in check!

Woe to the church government!

        Which abandons limit-systems, and doesn’t keep shoulder-devils in check!

Woe to the civil government!

        Which abandons limit-systems, and doesn’t keep shoulder-devils in check!

 

It doesn’t pay to trust one’s self too much! Not too much!

        Nor family, nor church, nor any civil or business or org’s government!

Yet, look for Christ-in-You in each department’s touch,

        Separate system checks keep good going.  This being God’s deep hint!

 

God set our universe up this blessed way,

        Leaders hammering sheep does not ever really pay,

Have you noticed leaders going mad today?

        They honor not this wisdom, but we will! Hurray!

 

Where do our sacred-inviolate, inalienable rights,

        Come from?

God, Who says, Fight your shoulder-devil blights!

        Then some!

So… Self, family, church, government: have lights! (of)

        God’s Son!

 

In That Day … understand… understand!

        The four realms: self, family, church, government,

The devil’s in each… fight against man,

        Christ-in-You fights back… What is your bent?

 

Are you fighting the good fight?  Really fighting God’s right-smart-wise fight?

        God’s Christ-in-You, His sound-of-intelligence mind way?

Or are you kissing some grandee,“touch-not” leader’s devil-shoulder blight?

        Agreeing with devil-plagued wolf-leadership’s mad say?

 

Hint-ee, Hint-ee, Hint, Hint, Hint, Hint, HINT!

        Do it God’s deep-insight-Bible: Western-Enlightened, yes, In That Day Way!

God’s Son to you is lent, in fact, He’s SENT!

        Christ-in-You offers non-crazy indwelling! Whadda ya’ know: In That Day!

 

Wayward church oft aggresses unjustly on rights of rube-made, sub-taught man!

        So does education, culture and media!  (All loving the devil-lie narrative!)

Soul must bolster soul to understand. Yes, we have got to, God says, understand!

        Christ-in-You is doable in life’s encyclopedia! (Tho He’s so provocative!)

 

 

 

Charismaniacs, What You’re Doing is so OLD! (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/04/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(Change is the law of life.  And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future. – John F. Kennedy) 

 

(The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why. – Mark Twain)

 

(We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men. – George Orwell)

 

Charismaniacs, what you’re doing is so OLD,

        Old shenanigan witchcraft!

Same for shaved Emergent Evangelicals bold,

        Old hypnotism stage-craft.

 

Kennedy was so right,

        Change is the law of life! It’s the law of life!

Stop! Stop the blight,

        Calling what’s OLD: new. It causes strife!

 

Christ-in-You, now that would be new!

        Look to In That Day Teachings and be imbued!

Robert Winkler Burke didn’t come here to fool ya’,

        Give it the Marine Corps. yell: Ooh Rah!

 

Take advantage of Burke doing what, to date, no one else could do!

        He was told, Go on a Quest thru Evangelical land and all its sad craziness,

He discovered subtext shenanigans, all preventing Christ-in-You!

        The restoration of all things starts with expelling fear, greed and laziness.

 

Who will be a likewise pioneer?

        Who will visit Burke to test whether he’s got the glory-hallelujah, real deal!

He’s open to visit.  Have no fear,

        Christ-in-You’s mind is great to live in! And body! And God’s Spirit feel!

 

But you say,

        He can’t be all that. Who and whatsoever is Christ-in-You but three words?

You say, Nay!

        We shall, Emergent or Charismatic, call our OLD: new as new born birds!

 

And Christ? He smiles sadly,

        As you stick to your guns and perform ever so brazen-antichrist-beast badly,

In That Day comes gladly,

        To those who, seeing new-restoration Christ-in-You, chuck madness madly.

 

 

 

 

 

High Function Living & Being, Unbound (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/28/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Bring it out in the open and deal with it in the authority of Jesus our Master … It will be totally devastating to him, of course, and embarrassing to you.  But better devastation and embarrassment than damnation.  You want him on his feet and forgiven before the Master on the Day of Judgment.”  1 Corinthians 5, The Message Bible. Think: Spiritual adultery: mid-function wolves broadly “taking advantage” of low-function sheep – rwb) 

 

High Function Living and Being, Unbound,

        That’s what I see!

Though many keep stoning me to the ground,

        I want you free!

 

Free to see the Mid Function, Mesmerizing Overlords,

        In pulpit and politics enslaving the very lives of you,

Free to dare to ascend way past such terrorizing hordes,

        And attain High Function Undeniable Christ-in-You!

 

A full, significant life for multitudes is what I see,

        That’s the bottom line of In That Day Teachings: given FREE!

And all of this has come to me inside-out and astonishingly much, much more,

        Why not follow me, Little Ones? Go on, get onboard! Leave the shore!

 

And… go ahead, all you naysayers,

        Reject In That Day Teachings and Robert Winkler Burke,

Search the universe, all its layers,

        You just delay your denouement.  This is it!  Get to work!

 

Yes, search the internet, all websites (a billion?) and all its greatest videos,

        In all you will find just the In That Day Teachings: singular, only most one,

Which fully exposes Evangelical misdirection & anti-Christ-synch shows,

        Wherein In That Day ye become Living Masters imbued with God’s Son!

 

How long did you say, you will wait and ignore these lines?

        You’ll wait a year?  A decade? A generation? To be obtuse? That this is fine?

Woe, woe, woe! Woe that prayers are answered but none dine,

        Solution from God is proffered, but untested, unwanted… for lack of spine?

 

High Function living and Being, Unbound,

        That’s what I see!

Though you keep stoning me to the ground,

        I want you free!

 

(Note: In story telling lore, a man unjustly put in prison might experience part or all of spiritual, soul or body rape.  Hence escape is therefore redemption away from being “Shawshanked.” Likewise, lore regarding insane asylums tells of a common rule where so-called high-to-mid-level functioning inmates were expressly forbidden to “take advantage” of low-function inmates.  Now consider that Evangelical Churchianity seems to have no faith its leaders could be high-function, selfless Christ-in-You Living Masters.  Rather, Evangelical Churchianity seems to oft settle for a creeped-out form of Christ-in-You-lessness wherein morally retarded showmen and show-women brazenly parade their proud trickster-knowledge of Mesmer control of underlings, while underlings remain unbeknownst to their hypnotic-blinding, while these same leaders remain unaware they doom themselves and their dumbed-down sheep to eternal, unfixable civic and clerical corruption, decline, confusion and death.  Successful mid-function leaders usually only succeed in shilling financial drunkenness and hiding a soul not made beautiful by God. Strangely, this confirms their witness that First Century Christian miracles and even soundness of mind: are no more.  Except our very much alive Christ wants to manifest Himself and His beautiful, sound mind strongly, as it were in high-functionality when possible, in every man, woman and child on the planet!  God willing, through the line upon line, precept upon precept, here a little, there a little Isaiah 28-like pedagogy… and poetic-new-break-thru-language heavenly methods of In That Day Teachings, which by the way no man can profitably gainsay, then BEHOLD and HONOR in whom this special redounding thing happens: high-function Living Master Christ-in-You appears one at a time, and in so doing, Christ always returns quickly, for those with eyes to see and ears to hear, to fully apprehend and marvel!  Even so, come Lord Jesus in this… surprising way! It is for eyes to see, God’s high-ameliorating love! Amen and Amen! – rwb)

 

 

Baby Christians: Give Up Baby Chair for New Muslim Converts!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/02/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Whoever accused American Christian Leaders of Living Master maturity? – rwb) 

 

(Sad, when a season closes.  Happy, when a new one begins! – rwb)

 

 

Baby Christians need to move up and out,

        To make way for desperate Muslim fanatics,

To convert as Baby Christians, yes! Shout,

        Christ-in-You redounding peace: fantastic!

 

But the global-wide Muslim fanatics,

        Are stuck in a no-way-out hell,

When baby Christians in plastic,

        Babyhood: stubbornly dwell!

 

In That Day Teachings are hereby proffered,

        As a carrot to get American Baby Christians (so long infantile!) matured,

“Baby Christianity” then: to Muslims offered,

        But American Baby Christians don’t move! They’ve obtusely demurred!

 

How will God kick American Baby Christians upstairs?

        It’s a tough problem, these grown up babies!

Will Muslim war make Christians… grade up cares?

        God plays hardball… not even maybe!

 

All these Christian baby leaders… so self-satisfied! (Way self-satisfied!)

        Need to let converted Muslims have that “ride,”

In That Day Teachings upgrade baby Christians to lose all-pride,

        My work is done. I did it. I haven’t just tried.

 

But baby Christian leaders are too cotton-picking obtuse!

        What’s the blankety-blank, blank, blank USE?

I’ve given them honest, higher teachings, with no ruse!

        Baby leaders, this opportunity: all REFUSE?

 

Woe to perennial, baby Christian leaders: how epic-tragic!

        Each entrenching babyhood’s ridiculous diaper pride,

They research just peripatetic, Mesmer-Hypnotoad magic,

        Stuck in baby seat? Muslims need that baby’s ride!

 

Therefore, all you baby Christians,

        Study and learn and honor and behold, quickly coming Christ-in-You!

Grow UP now ye baby Christians,

        You have: In That Day Teachings: God says, yes He says, are TRUE!

 

 

 

(Comment on high-end Christian maturity.  Right now, as of September 2014 the official position of the Russian Orthodox Church is that Putin’s brazen war-grab in the Ukraine is a “civil war.”  Christians can choose to be infantile and self-serving, and pay an epic choice in generations and blood.  They can do this individually, like America’s baby Christians who refuse to see how to do the right thing, or they can do it big. – rwb) 

 

 

 

 

 

Do Clerisy Bull Pastors Have the Balls to Change? (In That Day)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/01/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 (It’s easy to be moral, in your sleep! – Aristotle)

 

(It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends upon his not understanding it.  An hireling… careth not for the sheep.  – Upton Sinclair, Jesus.) 

 

God wonders, do Clerisy Bull Pastors have the balls,

        To ever: self-correct?

Because they make sure every correct prophet falls,

        From gates they select.

 

So then, whoever hears of a prophet: shenanigan-heist-seeing,

        Clear: thru them?

For God, He wants pastors to have better Christ-in-You being,

        To lose sin!

 

To date, Clerisy Bull Pastors don’t yet have the balls,

        To confess their underneath (subtext) sins,

Happy, they are, in ditches vetted seminaries fall in,

        All denouement: trashed in bins?

 

No, Clerisy Bull Pastors have NOT yet grown the balls,

        To correctly, actually change!

Too busy, they, hearing siren (surely not God’s) calls,

        Their minds actively derange!

 

Clearly though, Clerisy Bull Pastors do, yes DO, have the balls,

        To control their dumbing-down, rube-making narrative story,

Oh no! Hubristically, they think they will fill heaven’s halls,

        By silencing prophets? That’s their glory? That’s their glory?

 

Clerisy Bull Pastors (hating denouement?) don’t have the brains,

        To stop for a minute from absconding money,               (So… SMUG!)

To consume (In That Day!) hard teachings’ curative refrains,

        Fly-coated, they are, from baths of honey!                      (Ugh!... UGH!)

 

Even so, Clerisy Bull Pastors could ascend, yes ascend!

        And do that which is, ordered by God, hard,

But beyond lust for honey and money, friends,

        Their faith doxie… is fly-speckled milk-lard.

 

God wonders, do Clerisy Bull Pastors have the balls,

                To ever self-correct?

Because they make sure every correct prophet falls,

        From gates they select.

 

 

 

 

 

A Nasty Piece of Work… (God Requires, In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/29/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 (Nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come! – Common Proverb)

 

(After Nazis took over Europe and North Africa, and Imperial Japanese took over the Orient and Pacific… it required in 1941 Allies to develop an answer.  That answer took three and a half years to obtain PEACE!  That answer was a nasty piece of work. – rwb.)

 

What, oh what will it take,

        To fix a religion gone beyond: horrific-horrid?

               Well, a Nasty Piece of Work!

Welcome, for God’s sake,

        To In That Day Teachings, so brilliant-lurid,

               By Robert Winkler Burke!

 

‘Tis a bold piece of work,

        Undermining, destroying, exposing,

               The ungodly who must be undermined,

Our road now has a fork!

        Living Masters expose those posing,

               In Churchianity: so gaudy under-refined!

 

Line upon line,

        Adding teachings… to best works of the ages,

               Characters, including the Trinity, speaking oft as sages,  (And, NOT!)

Precepts so fine!

        Minds at first, can only take a few pages,

               Building slowly to water-flowing-God-indwelt stages!  (It’s HOT!)

 

Holy Moly! This is it!

        Dénouement redounding unto Christ-in-You!

               And sight that sees rotten, church-based shenanigans: full through!

God’s light! Bright lit!

        But leaders smell only in it: dung.  Boo hoo!

               They won’t un-Mesmer church… how could they get pay from you?

 

So sadly, for now,

        A gift from God lingers un-believed, unread,

                Church leaders ensconced in shenanigans, stay frozen-zombie-dead,

The work: WOW!

        Unshackles the sheep now blind and bled,

               By church leaders who – of In That Day Teachings, have just dread!

 

Still, no dénouement!

        No sight, no seeing, no elevation, no hearing,

               For all the insincere church leaders with God pleading,

Still, no improvement!

        Just greed-fear-slouch subtext soul-searing,

               Because In That Day Teachings: leaders refuse reading!

 

God’s Kingdom of good-indwelt-Christ: lost,

        Leaders unknowingly pay such an eternal, bloody cost!

               But Who is God to question them? For they made themselves their god!

Cutting deals, they oft have, just like Faust,

        Unthinking pride, the drink in them: overwhelm-sauced,

               All prayed for God to answer!  Yet they HATE answers. True, sad, odd!

 

 

 

 

 

8/27/2014

 

What is Missing from Men's Ministry Maturity and Therefore Discipleship...

 

Our Western leaders (both civic and cleric) have yet to espouse the highest leadership creed of the West:

 

“Every leader-man has an angel and devil on his shoulder, and must check him or herself, and must be checked by every other means… else that leader’s passion lead us astray.”

 

Talk radio won’t say this of itself… not yet, anyway. Even Tea Party candidates won’t say this about him or herself… not yet anyway.

 

Yet, it is the way of our Founding Fathers. It is the way of the US Constitution. It is from James Madison's Federalist Papers #51.  And here’s the fascinating thing: It is the way of the Hebrew/Christian God.

 

Just before Moses received the 10 Commandments, God suddenly went seemingly wild with passion, and offered to kill the pesky, unconscionable Hebrews (over a million?) and make Moses the Father of nations.

 

Moses got this high-level ploy of Father God. It was, in effect, God humbling Himself and showing Moses … what was in his (proto-Hitleresque) heart. It made Moses realize even he, yes, even he… could be a blood-thirsty, madman, a genocidal maniac! When God humbled Himself and played that man, it was to teach all of humanity the great lesson of the West: “No man is an angel!”

 

Right now, Evangelical Church despises this lesson, and won’t give it… because so many preachers kinda mesmerize and build up their income for, you know, the “seeker-friendly-Xanadu-Palace-Flophouse” church, so called.

 

Right now, no political leader on the right will say that he has a devil on his shoulder, so vote for him, because at least he realizes it!

 

But we need to vote for such a leader, a self-aware leader, just like troops might want a general who concedes having less than god-like powers, and needs input from all subordinates, including the army dishwasher… if the army dishwasher sees something that can prevent legions from being wiped out!

 

So, talk radio is stuck with “we’re correct,” and pastors are stuck with “we’re correct” and politicians are stuck with “we’re correct”… and it is taking forever for audiences to applaud the highest lessons God gave man: Get yourself a leader who full-well knows and submits to operating systems that effectively stop the “devils-on-the-shoulders-of-leaders,” be they the one, the few or the many.

 

Submit to this wisdom, as Americans did for 150 years PRIOR to the evil Progressive agenda based entirely against this idea…. submit to the sane idea leaders cannot ever be angels…. and America will prosper fantastically!

 

On the other hand, keep building up the 100-year notion that leaders have no devils on their shoulders, and America will reap what is always reaped by leaders with devils on the shoulders… death, death and death times death, multiplied by infinity.

 

That’s the choice, really: Life, as offered by our Declaration of Independence (very much opposed to Progressive evils!)…. or DEATH delivered in abundance by Progressive memes always insisting no leader of theirs ever can have a devil on their shoulder. Life, or Death…. our choice.

 

See www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Thought it was Time! … When is it Yours? (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/24/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 (Nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come! – Common Proverb)

 

Thought it was time,

        I was wrong?

Time to help in rhyme,

        Was I wrong?

 

Yes, we want… none of it!

        Not light, not truth, not our Maker, NOT NOW!

No, we’ll have none of it!

        Not In That Day! Denouement? No how: POW!

 

Well, I thought somebody would want to know,

        Why it’s impossible to have an intelligent, real Christ-in-You conversation,

With pastors about fear, greed, lazy-guilt below,

        The subtext under Gospiel sold as bad hotdogs at a stand with a sale on!

 

Yes, we want… none of it!

        Not light, not truth, not our Maker, NOT NOW!

No, we’ll have none of it!

        Not In That Day! Denouement? No how: POW!

 

Thought thoughtfulness truly done,

        Would redound to Living Master Christ-in-You,

And beautifulness of God’s Son,

        What a beautiful world, led by the imbued-True!

 

Yes, we want… none of it!       (Each of us must be smartest man in room!)

        Not light, not truth, not our Maker, NOT NOW!

No, we’ll have none of it!        (Each pastor dumbed-down: KABOOMB!)

        Not In That Day! Denouement? No how: POW!

 

Thought I was late,

        Man, so concerned at first, did I hurry!

What’s in my pate,

        The Christian leaders want to bury!

 

Yes, we want… none of it!

        Not light, not truth, not our Maker, NOT NOW!

No, we’ll have none of it!

        Not In That Day! Denouement? No how: POW!

 

In the end, I thought surely the prophetic,

        Prophetic ministries would embrace advanced, Mesmer-stopping concepts,

But each I found tested out PATHETIC!

        And were dedicated to never shining light, but rather kept old CON-cepts!

 

Yes, we want… none of it!

        Not light, not truth, not our Maker, NOT NOW!

No, we’ll have none of it!

        Not In That Day! Denouement? No how: POW!

 

Un-mesmerizing church is a job churchmen will kill to leave undone!

        And I thought it was belated time,

Mesmer-loving pastors want more Mesmer-power, not it ever gone!

        They HATE In That Day’s rhyme!

 

Yes, we want… none of it!

        Not light, not truth, not our Maker, NOT NOW!

No, we’ll have none of it!

        Not In That Day! Denouement? No how: POW!

 

So sad, not tears enough to fill the Earth’s oceans,

        How Evangelical Church leadership hates prophetic truth,

Billions spent to con each other with dead notions,

        Christ-in-You waits for those who won’t Him forsooth!

 

Yes, we want… none of it!

        Not light, not truth, not our Maker, NOT NOW!

No, we’ll have none of it!

        Not In That Day! Denouement? No how: POW!

 

All of this proves only that man, as leader, is a depraved beast,

        When not self-correcting, aware and mindful of this fact,

Nowadays the worst leaders are clerics self-restrained the least!

        But In That Day restores curative tonics to mankind’s act.

 

Yes, we want… none of it!

        Not light, not truth, not our Maker, NOT NOW!

No, we’ll have none of it!

        Not In That Day! Denouement? No how: POW!

 

Guess who has the most peace,

        Wherewithal, amidst turmoil, in all of this?

Them without lie’s gross grease,

        They have unending Christ-in-You bliss!

 

 

 

A Bigger Game is Afoot! ... (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/19/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 (Riddle me this, Batman, says the Joker, who writes, Who Rights, dese dem poems?)

 

(Hat tip to a neighbor along the way… a great prophet in the making. – rwb)

 

(Note the respondent in this poem can only think about three words long.  A hint! – rwb)

 

A bigger game is afoot,

        And I, I by God, have chased it right down!

A bigger game is afoot,

        And who? WHO?  Who will come around?

 

Nay! Nay rather!

        We think, we know, we pray… you’re crazy!

Nay! Nay rather!

        Stop it! Stop it right now! … We ARE lazy!

 

A bigger game is afoot,

        And I’m pretty sure… I love you!

A bigger game is afoot,

        And God has plans… above you!

 

Nay! Nay rather!

        We think, we know, we pray… you’re crazy!

Nay! Nay rather!

        Stop it! Stop it right now! … We ARE lazy!

 

A bigger game is afoot,

        Always, why must you crucify those sent to save you?

A bigger game is afoot,

        It’s Christ-in-You, you fear.  It IS what He gave you!

 

Nay! Nay rather!

        We think, we know, we pray… you’re crazy!

Nay! Nay rather!

        Stop it! Stop it right now! … We ARE lazy!

 

A bigger game is afoot,

        You can’t get away with the same-old-rotten, vast pudding-pabulum,

A bigger game is afoot,

        The proof is in the bane-bold rioting, brooding past mayhem-land.

 

Nay! Nay rather!

        We think, we know, we pray… you’re crazy!

Nay! Nay rather!

        Stop it! Stop it right now! … We ARE lazy!

 

A bigger game is afoot,

        God would have you Living Master, so translucent-transcendent-ascendant!

A bigger game is afoot,

        Odd you choose Troglodyte-Morlock, so disaster-unregenerate-unrepentant!

 

Nay! Nay rather!

        We think, we know, we pray… you’re crazy!

Nay! Nay rather!

        Stop it! Stop it right now! … We ARE lazy!

 

A bigger game is afoot,

        You protest you know nothing about… and won’t be told,

A bigger game is afoot,

        Then get yourselves ready, fools, for a story: so… old-old.

 

Nay! Nay rather!

        We think, we know, we pray… you’re crazy!

Nay! Nay rather!

        Stop it! Stop it right now! … We ARE lazy!

 

A bigger game is afoot,

        My prophet gets so blankety-blank tired of scribbling theses posts,

A bigger game is afoot,

        Oh fools, learn of Lincoln at Lyceum!!! says the LORD of hosts.

 

 

 

 

 (Okay, I don’t normally explain the mysteries, but the brain-absconded need much help.  Lincoln’s Lyceum speech is most extraordinary, in that 28-year-old Lincoln spoke prophetically throughout his deeply-meaningful, multilayered, utterly profound speech, not the least of which is the hidden reference that the USA might last until 4,338 A.D.?  The deepest part of the speech indicates that mere mortal Americans must ALWAYS be wary of dazzling, self-dealing “Towering Genius” lion family & eagle tribe.  Being vastly more intelligent than the Bell Curve norm, such can out-think, out-emotion, out-do us.  They will enslave the free or vice versa, it matters not.  Ultimately, such PROGGIES can suck up all power for evil.  The cure?  Raising children that are a) generally intelligent (i.e. un-gullible), b) moral (Hating all angel-posers!) and c) loving our laws, constitution and God-given liberty’s mutual pledge of self-restraint…Oh, Happy In That Day! – rwb)

 

(You ask: Doesn’t Evangelical church do that?  No, they blind the young they eat! – rwb)

 

 

 

 

 

What if All Men Were Born of a Test Tube, Chemically Gelded?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/17/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Jeremiah 6:16… says, seek ye the ancient paths… not: how-to-hypnotize-enslave sheep!

 

 (Reducing an argument to its most absurd and exaggerated elements, is how God enables humankind to think through humankind’s most difficult problems. – rwb)

 

(It takes higher language (reducto ad absurdum, captious, etc.) to awaken church. – rwb)

 

What if all men were born of a test tube,

        And chemically gelded?

Is this not Progressive Education’s rube?

        Virtue’s door welded?

 

Sure, civic society is thorough-messed up,

        But haven’t all clerics also been young-taught: progressive?

So that clerics are Progressive’s best up!

        Mystic Tyranny, then: civic-cleric box-trapped: regressive?

 

What if all men gelded in Prog-test tube,

        Woke up to their God-awful condition?

No women could they naturally “lube,”

        No sons with a pair from love-fusion!

 

They’d have to wait for an “empowered,” un-gelded freak,

        Strange accident of nature!

And bow to this “endowed-pair” freak, & to him be meek,

        And admit… he is mature!

 

And ask him to actually, by God, fruitfully – yes! – multiply,

        What they, though given one-hundred years, cannot!

So that… their ANTI-Prog-chem-gelding wives on the sly,

        Behold, the loathed test-tube-chem-gelding is SHOT!

 

So that in God’s favorable, blessed time,

        The restoration of good, ancient and wise things can come,

This, then, explains In That Day’s rhyme,

        And why leaders in Churchianity, hate it in dark-hate sum.

 

De-balled, anti-intelligent, ever-captious, wile-craft church,

        Loathes the Seer of classic, ancient, self-correcting, beautiful things,

Shepherds, via mind-wile enslavement, put sheep in lurch,

        Misapprehending what K-12 Progressive, then Clericalism brings!

 

Since the beginning of God’s Old Testament time,

        Sheep have fought the king-slave-driver,

The medicine-man, the women-trampler-“divine,”

        The mind-controller and emotion-jiver!

 

Now that sanctioned church wiles and state wiles,

        Are virtually – in God’s purview – indistinguishable,

Church avoids In That Day Teachings by miles,

        And thinks church’s bonfire vanity: inextinguishable!

 

But what’s God’s opinion,

        (So high up!) On this big matter?

Though lies have dominion,

        They blow up. They will splatter.

 

 

 

 

The Great Third Awakening Hoax… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/12/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 (“There’s a sucker born every minute.” – David Hannum, a critic of P.T. Barnum.  According to Wikipedia, it means, “Many people are gullible, and we can expect this to continue [and we will gleefully take advantage of the gullible, keeping them unaware.]”)

 

(Whereas Mark Twain believed every American should think for himself, why do I suspect Evangelical church leaders and seminaries might think this their worst nightmare? - rwb)

 

(The elephant-in-the-room of both seminary and church is the lack of almost any Christ-in-You confirmation, hence much of the mush that goes on is just hoax after hoax – rwb)

 

 

The Great Third Awakening Hoax,

        Has conned lots of folks!

               It’s a hoax that chokes, folks!

It’s not that unbelievers need to wake up to Christ,

        It’s that believers finally see spiritual-meat truth,

               Proving Milk Church is a Christ-in-You heist!

 

The Great Climate Change Hoax,

        Has conned lots of folks!

               It’s a hoax that chokes, folks!

It’s not that scientists used science to discover the truth,

        It’s that their faith in funding by fat government grants,

               Which, via mental corruption, rejects scientific proof!

 

The Great Gold-is-Bad-But-Fiat-Currency-is-Good Hoax,

        Has conned lots of folks!

               It’s a hoax that chokes, folks!

It’s not that politicians can’t be trusted to print money out of thin air,

        It’s that citizens stupefied by rube-making Churchianity, duh,

               Causes politicians to notice church-gelded man hasn’t got a pair!

 

The Great 21st Century Civil Rights Hoax,

        Has conned lots of folks!

               It’s a hoax that chokes, folks!

It’s not that brown or black or gendered people shouldn’t be treated as a people,

        It’s that corrupt-brained, brazen envy by one class full-enslaves the other,

               Since Churchianity made such unthinking, easily-conned sheeple.

 

The Great Butter For Guns Hoax,

        Has conned lots of folks!

               It’s a hoax that chokes, folks!

It’s not that entitlement programs trump defense expenditure survival,

        It’s that the welfare state will kill all,

               Unless sheeple believe its dung jive-all.

 

The Great Prophets-Entertain-Never-Correct Hoax,

        Has conned lots of folks!

               It’s a hoax that chokes, folks!

It’s not that sub-taught prophets can’t smell and entertain like circus seals,

        It’s that sub-taught seminary pastors hate, and eliminate and give no weight,

               To true prophets who want Christ-in-You, not pastor-and-Devil deals.

 

The God-Doesn’t-Hold-Us-Accountable-for-Promulgating-Lies Hoax,

        Has conned lots of folks!

               It’s a hoax that chokes, folks!

It’s not that seminaries and pastors don’t know they are supposed to love truth,

        It’s that truth is hard, and souls devoted to lies are soft, so softness wins,

               For pastors and seminaries will not grow up, they cling to baby-youth!

 

The All-These-Hoaxes-Aren’t-Related Hoax,

        Has conned lots of folks!

               It’s a hoax that chokes, folks!

It’s not that it’s straight-up obvious an Eli Church causes Rotten-Civic-Politics,

        It’s that universal pain will increase until the pain of our Great Awakening,

               Will be chosen over cheap, cheaper and cheapest of cleric-economics.

 

 

The Mother of All Gullible Bubbles Can’t Pop?... (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/10/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 (Delusions are expensive things indeed! -- rwb)

 

(That which cannot go on forever, will not go on forever. – common proverb)

 

(Clericalism’s not fixed not fixing the not fixed… is over. – rwb)

 

 

I AM so utterly, thoroughly, dishonestly, spiritually discounted…

        As if I was shear, unending desolation itself,

For they’ll dominate and mount anything than can be mounted!

        And won’t dismount to save themselves…

 

In answer to utter, horrid, one-hundred Evangelical years of vain desolation,

        I, Jesus Christ, tell you, coming from Our gentle-kind Father God,

Behold: In That Day Teachings are, in absolute fact, of God’s own creation,

        But, the seminary-blinded leaders find Our prophet, not they, odd.

 

Yet, such as they all admire Frank Sinatra, Clint Eastwood and John Wayne,

        As being real savvy gents… truth-loving heroes appealingly un-gullible,

While they are mice-men leading mice-men to all hidden-enslavement bane,

        Rigidly inflating the biggest gullible mother of all gullible bubbles!

 

And they all, fear-greed-lazy-mongers, to a mesmerizing man,

        Proclaim as bible fact…

This gullible mother of all gullible bubbles will always stand!

        That God cannot act?

 

God cannot act?

        And God can’t with one cactus prick make this gullible mother bubble pop?

And this is fact?

        Nay rather, In That Day Teachings gently – gently – say to pastors: STOP!

 

In That Day Teachings are a merciful T-Rex-Godzilla,

        First eating and destroying, like Sherman, bad church,

They appear at first blush: a nasty, feral, lurid gorilla,

        But, I tell you, not from God’s Mt. Hermon perch!

 

For Our God wounds and heals,        (As Sherman hurt pride in Slavery!)

        Let In That Day Teachings mow down fear, greed and lazy,

Our evil church needs to reel! (And repent of pride in Knavery!)

        Tear down the abominable!  Our God never sanctions crazy.

 

And once what must be killed in church is more than zombie dead,

        Behold what veritable, living in Living Masters’ Christ-in-You does!

All souls long for what leaders now brazenly forsooth and dread,

        A brutal, hard-truth accounting for Christ’s Christ-in-You cause!

 

Historically, it is quite obvious that all bubbles, even gullible bubbles, pop!

        Poet Rudyard Kipling said the gods of the copybook headings pop them,

Evil fear-greed-lazy church, despite its dead-horse-protestations, will stop!

        In That Day Teachings will Christ-in-You them, only after it stops them.

 

How can this be God’s method? Is this really God’s method?

        In That Day…Me, you ask,

Nay rather, expunge all fetid.  First see and expunge all fetid!

        In That Day: your task!

 

No, no, NO!  You now say to Me,

        No, Christ cannot clean up His church by speaking through a poetic prophet?

As your mind thinks, so are ye,

        God is above stuck-in-mud Evangelicalism.  Seek Christ-in-You’s deposit!

 

 

 

 

Requiring Leadership Beyond Today’s Pool… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/07/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 (Hat tip to Myron Magnet, author of “The Founders at Home” and City Journal editor-at-large, regarding “President Humpty Dumpty” article dated 8/6/2014.)

 

(Intelligence in leadership is seeing when it is stuck in a loop of failure. – rwb)

 

 

Requiring leadership beyond today’s available pool,

        In That Day Teachings’ denouement will come! Yes, yes it will come!

God is a prophet Who is no fool… Never, He a fool!

        The long slow march toward redounding Christ-in-You will be done!

 

Requiring leadership beyond courage now available,

        The thousand points of light must be seen!

In That Day Teachings are virtually unassailable,

        Its goal: to civilize an unbearable scene.

 

Evangelical insanity has run horrendous-amok,

        Requiring leadership braver than walks the planet today,

They are now expert at just… passing the buck,

        While making same from rube-sheep they lead astray.

 

Requiring leadership more eloquent and intelligent,

        Than today’s Neuro-Linguistic Programming hucksters of ribald con,

They chased off God, yet wonder where He went?

        Yielding hammers of Thor against true prophets sent to right wrong.

 

Requiring leadership with ordered true, not false, faith,

        Not faith in subtext shilling of enslaving fear, greed and lazy!

What God requires now, In That Day, God saith,

        Is shepherds to stop worshipping themselves full-blown crazy.

 

Requiring leadership reciprocal, not one-way, lofty diode,

        Taking, not hiding from, delayed prophetic rebuke,

Meanwhile God lets them D.J. rap worthy of commode,

        The ugly confusion of their faces makes God puke!

 

Requiring leadership to ferret out leaders’ feral, mesmerizing self-interest,

        Beyond the ken of unbeknownst seminaries of supercilious death,

God wants leaders to see what’s shockingly self-evident in heartless chest,

        Which is self-dealing shenanigans infused in church as meth.

 

Requiring leadership that is, and doesn’t just mouth, LOVE,

        In That Day Teachings are coherent, sent from above,

Why therefore, says God, ye leaders give them the shove?

        Why choose ye decades of soul war, not Mine Dove?

 

For I require, nay Demand, nay COMMAND leadership,

        Far above those who are narcissistic, ate-up-with-pride of today!

They choose not love, but recompense and requite’s whip,

        No matter what My prophet is given, for their help’s sake, to say.

 

But they, themselves, require utterly no leadership,

        Of themselves, no – none at all!  Now, no leadership they need at all?

They think, of this: I see nothing? That I’m not hip?

        Verity, verily, they shall see who is small and who-in-Christ… is tall.

 

 

 

She Let Herself Go! the Bride-of-Christ Did… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/24/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 (None are so blind, as want to be. – old proverb)

 

The Bride of Christ has let herself go…

        What a cryin’ out loud shame!

Back in the Day, well don’cha know…

        What a to-be-vowed-to dame!

 

But, now her big spirit’s gone fat,

        Hips wide as a city bus!

Bad, her eyes: dull carrion flat,

        ‘Tis a pity to discuss…

 

But back in the day, what a wit!

        Perky, sassy… she always kept you thinking!

But now her only wit… is nit!

        She’s the cause, not cure, of men drinking!

 

What happened? Oh love… of mine,

        Christ, ever-loyal Divine…

You had no faith in husband fine?

        Why narcissistic-supine?

 

Our Christ beau has tested you?

        Or did His Father?

This is not at all good for you!

        Or your mother!

 

Since that fall in the garden,

        Are we not all from a long line of celibate monks?

Priests and nuns: maudlin,

        With so many skeletons in closets and trunks?

 

Yet, despite all that, we could be charmingly, non-egoistic, non-selfishly fit,

        As handsome and beautiful and 3-D Chess smart as a superman hero!

Oh, that we could embrace strength’s and humility’s and fasting’s pain prick,

        And be closer to Infinity’s one hundred percent… not Satan’s zero!

 

Waiting for a god in his own must-appear-by-our-command flesh,

        Is like waiting by rusty tracks for a ghost train of undisciplined imagination,

While Christ-in-You awaits for us to, with Him in His way, mesh,

        In harmonious synchronized glory-hallelujah! At God’s space-sport station!

 

Which dog will win,

        This epic mindscape, our end times battle planetary?

Well, it will depend,

        If Christ-in-You is believed, or discounted as “fairy.”

 

Yet… Living Masters, verily, verily, still live!

        But will they ever be given, once again, voice?

Behold: In That Day: can dénouement give,

        For in every age, God gives us this big choice!

 

Shear beauty of soul,

        Is a wonderful, breathless thing to, in the flesh, behold!

But egos gone ghoul,

        So popular now, has yet – even now – to grow old…

 

 

 

 

When Words and Worlds Fail, Poetry Succeeds… (In That Day!)

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/14/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 (You can fool some of the people some of the time, and you can fool all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people all of the time.   Readers of In That Day Teachings’ poems must decide betwixt two things… are the poems a source of anger themselves, or does anger come from becoming aware that bad worldview systems have defended mystic tyranny on many levels?– rwb)

 

(Are In That Day Teachings ignored because they are evocative, multi-layered, highly intelligent and prove out stronger over time?  By what higher thought: untrue? – rwb)

 

When words fail, poetry succeeds…

        Though the world hates it,

               It’s what it needs!

 

When so many mothers of the world fail, a good mother succeeds…

        Her sons: generally intelligent, moral, lovers of laws,

               This too, is what the world needs.

 

How can sub-taught fathers learn fast enough? A good father succeeds…

        In teaching his daughters to be, of all utopian men: skeptical,

               This also, is what our much-blinded world needs.

 

Our Founding Fathers, rapscallion angels, knew their progeny’s greatest needs…

        An operating shell which prevents “towering genius” making great hell,

               If we believe our given Constitution-Reality, it always succeeds.

 

The Tragic View worldview answers the most dire-urgent of this planet’s needs…

        But now the Progressive View dances on the grave of the Tragic View,

               If man can be made an ape, Progressivism entirely succeeds.

 

But no amount of propaganda, rube-making, cleric and political, succeeds…

        Sons of patriot parents know… how to say, in victory-unison, “NO!”

               Faith in liberty’s E Pluribus “NO!” is what the world needs.

 

This is why when propagandized, hypnotized worlds fail, just poetry succeeds…

        Poet warriors, alleged to truth’s liberty, kick evil into the pit of doom,

               Truth warriors, above obfuscation, are what the world needs.

 

When words fail, poetry succeeds…

        Though the world hates it,

               It’s what it needs!

 

              

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Denouement Prevention via Elite Pedagogy and Rent-Dominion!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/07/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 (It’s Tinhorns vs. Tom Horns, Self-dealing thought-control elites vs. Tea Party Patriots, egomaniacal central planners vs. maximum disbursed-power individuals, bad religion’s mystic tyranny vs. In That Day Teachings, brazen “uglifiers” vs. beauty-of-soul seekers, disadvantaged underdog slow learners vs. fast thinking wolf wits, low vocabulary, propagandists & narrative-framing mind herders & shearers vs. high vocabulary exploration of undiscovered or re-discoverable ancient paths of correction, throwing all inflation blame on citizens vs. government central bank money printers, mutual allegiance to self-restraint’s liberty adherents vs. ends-justifying-means elitists impoverishing masses, Founders vs. Absconders, large egos wrapped in reactionary thin skin vs. humble leaders refusing to claim they don’t wrestle with inner demons… nor will they claim they are themselves angels or demigods or anything but fallible and therefore always seeking correction and remedy against their own failings, plenary power-masters vs. people painted black by plenary power-masters, mental straight jacket makers vs. mental straight jacket breakers, move-along-nothing-to-see-here-Stage-Hypnotizers vs. pull-the-curtains-back-blinker-removing-growers-of-awareness, rigid-righteous Svengali bride-of-Jesus-prison-keeps vs. holy-flexible butterfly-evolved-redemptive-groomsmen-of-God’s-Son-for-His-imprisioned-bride’s-body, slaves vs. enslavers, Moses vs. Pharaoh, Christ vs. religious leaders, the Spirit of 1776 vs. Progressivism. – rwb  )

 

 

(Hat tip to the evocative, multi-layered, highly intelligent work of James Rickards’ The Death of Money and Currency Wars, work which ever implores for mind denouement!)

 

As systems corrupt and propaganda is worshipped and rent seeking abounds,

By ossified “towering genius” elites running plebs’ ships of dreams aground…

 

Honestly, you’ll find it everywhere you look!

Honestly, the enlightened could write a book…

 

Sovereign debt world bank managers purposely debase, debauch currency,

While brain-dead scientists sell souls for climate change funding  fluency…

 

Central planning masterminds entirely enslave socialist states,

Propaganda is the norm, mere truth – in deep silence – waits…

 

Evangelical, utterly uncorrectable pastors don’t see they sell fear, greed, laziness,

Oft seek vile-emergent shenanigans, judge “In That Day Teachings:” craziness…

 

Public education, K-12 and university, make nothing but compliant, obtuse Eloi,

Elites capture all growth, money, power and energy… stunting plebs… Oh Boy!

 

Does California need water?  Then why bust up another good dam?

The environmentalist elites are mad-insane.  Out of sync with I AM…

 

From Keynesian thinking to Mad-Max-Media to Evangelical, stultifying seminary,

Progressivism’s brain rape makes a reality decline-matrix distortion-field scary…

 

Ethereal music, stories, movies have turned into simplistic themes of gutter rap,

What use In That Day Teachings, when utter backwards goes the baseball cap?

 

Like a strangely funny, purposed dumbfounding, backwards-built drag racing car,

This, after 2,000 Christ-in-You misapprehended years, is where we honestly are?

 

In essence, self-dealing, sub-taught leaders dis-calibrate sheep from God’s mind,

But then who? Who would be God’s hard-truth disciple, for Christ-in-You to find?

 

As Twain’s Huckleberry Finn said, All right, then… I’ll go to hell,

God’s kind of Holy Fool, pays any price… to ring freedom’s bell.

 


Say We Made Smoking-Hot, Passionate Love … (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/25/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 (“You are in danger of becoming a Man of La Mancha.” – Don Quixote/Miguel de Cervantes says to the Governor/Innkeeper in the 1972 Man of La Mancha movie.)

 

(In researching the 1927 book Elmer Gantry, author Upton Sinclair said he would go out to bars with pastors and get them drunk enough to tell him how they did shenanigans.)

 

Say we made passionate-hot love, the exotic Italian model suddenly said,

        What would you tell me?

We’d be real then, sharing a cigarette, naked, in our warm wedding bed,

        What would you tell me?

 

The rapture preacher, shocked,

        Fresh out of rapture-soaked-senseless seminary,

Said, God is not mocked!

        Be glad, honey, it was me! ME! You did marry!

 

Whether or not Jesus ever really comes,

        My customers always, always will buy from you and I: FEAR!

Cold cash! It brings in sums and sums!

        Rapture is a cash cow business! MOO-ONEY! Money’s here!

 

So, say we made passion-hot love, the exotic Italian model suddenly said,

        What would you tell me?

We’d be real then, sharing a cigarette, naked, in our warm wedding bed,

        What would you tell me?

 

The prosperity preacher, shocked,

        Fresh out of prosperity-soaked-senseless seminary,

Said, God is not mocked!

        Be glad, honey, it was me! ME! You did marry!

 

Whether or not parishioners ever, ever really… get rich,

        Their ears, via prosperity’s mesmerizing Give-to-Get,

Never fails to tickle their ears’ end-up-deaf-dumb itch!

        Honey, rubes will make us rich!  All else… forget!

 

So, say we made passion-hot love, the exotic Italian model suddenly said,

        What would you tell me?

We’d be real then, sharing a cigarette, naked, in our warm wedding bed,

        What would you tell me?

 

The emergent preacher, shocked,

        Fresh out of emergent-soaked-senseless seminary,

Said, God is not mocked!

        Be glad, honey, it was me! ME! You did marry!

 

Whether or not pear-body, emergent pastors make any gobbledygook sense,

        With Neuro-Linguistic-Programming thick as thick honey: dense,

We can have a life as big as a homer knocked beyond yesterday’s past tense!

        Hypnotic power and money is our sword with which we’ll fence!

 

And so our stunningly soul-curious, questing-for-truth model,

        Who looked a lot like a vivacious, young Sophia Loren!

Went to various preacher archetypes… boding her ill or well,

        Until she was stopped… by a Man of La Mancha, thin…

 

So, say we made passion-hot love, the exotic Italian model suddenly said,

        What would you tell me?

We’d be real then, sharing a cigarette, naked, in our warm wedding bed,

        What would you tell me?

 

The In That Day Teachings preacher, shocked,

        Fresh out of In That Day Teachings seminary,

Said, God is not mocked! No, never mocked!

        Be glad, honey, it was me! ME! You did marry!

 

Whether or not Jesus comes quickly, behold, in me or thee,

        Will be the measure of our sacred-vow marriage contract,

High teachings’ faith assures our two-way radio: God contact!

        But if I, or you, fall short… thru it love me…as I ye!

 

She said, You sir,

        Are in great danger of becoming God’s good, Christ-in-You man,

From this, I infer,

        Our children might have wise parents.  Do you like this plan?

 

My dear lady, exquisite beautiful,

        Lincoln said, Help children be generally intelligent, moral and lovers of laws,

Sir, could I be your wife dutiful?

        Tho I might throw a plate or two, could we marry to this most noble cause?

 

God only knows,

        If there has ever been a provocative, disturbing conversation like that!

Wisdom grows,

        But when it doesn’t, do not mothers’ and fathers’ days often fall flat?

 

 

My dearest lady, with spirit stunning,

        What is it precisely about myself & In That Day Teachings that attracts you?

Sir, that you choose no God-conning,

        And that our goal in life, as methinks it should be with all, is Christ-in-You.

 

 

 

LORD, Must This be… How it Always Goes? … (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/18/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(It is always darkest before dawn, but darker still: blind-to-pride Evangelicals! -- rwb )

 

 

The clock hands have inexorably spun themselves around,

        That I might discover… (rediscover?)… doctrines sound,

So then, I found, I found,  (by God!)… so amazing, IS what I found!

        Why then, oh LORD… no one, no one at all… (none!) come around?

 

Easy it was… (‘Twas easy?).. to get me really going!

        To go on a quest… and find profound-sagacious knowing,

Christ-in-You, Living Master-hood obtainable – In That Day growing!

        But alas! Alack! I’m told: Get going!

 

Be gone from me! They say I’m leprous in their (righteous?) sight!

        LORD! Is this right? How…(How?)…can this be right?

That Christians… (Christians?!?)… Christ-in-You: fight?

        Ever have prophet-pioneers been such in their sight.

 

So, great denouement ends up… in a sad pile of just… “Oh well?”

        LORD! This is for me: ironic-remorse hell!  It is hell!

People hate that (and whom! Yes, whom!) You would indwell!

        But You keep saying to me, It is well. How is it: well?

 

Be blessed, My prophet, this is how it always goes,                (Be  ye  patient!)

        You’ve passed Our tests, all of heaven knows,                (Tests: ancient!)

Know therefore this: Truth never dies, it always grows,         (Tho… ancient!)

        Be blessed, My prophet, this is how it always goes.         (BE PATIENT!)

 

They are so very, very, very, very, very… (VERY!)… afraid you’d call out,

        Precisely where their vain-fool doctrines distance them from Me: all out!

They’d rather pretend a prophet such as you is an insignificant, small lout,

        They must self-destroy souls for a time to see they must get their gall out!

 

And when they get their insolent gall out, they’ll be evermore glad of you,

        That you built a strong bridge where few dared to go: Christ-in-You imbued,

So that Living Masters resolute, behold, live in the Third Millennium true,

        They’ll be glad you wrote God-man-mind-meld poems, they’ll say thank you.

 

 

 

Who Prays for Solution and Rejects Solution? (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/26/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(Is it: “Oh, well?”... or is it: “Oh, hell?” because people make strange choices. – rwb )

 

(Wikipedia: On the Leo Tolstoy story The Death of Ivan Ilyich, Russian-born novelist and critic Vladimir Nabokov says, “The Tolstoyan formula is: Ivan lived a bad life and since the bad life is nothing but the death of the soul, then Ivan lived a living death; and since beyond death is God’s living light, then Ivan died into a new life – Life with a capital L.”)

 

 

 

Who prays for solution and rejects solution?

        My people, says the LORD,

I gave them a scribe-prophet with Revelation,

        They hate, says the LORD.

 

Be careful, oh ye ministers,

        Your LORD is about to be bored, with you,

Then things most sinister,

        Come out from being stored, yes, for you.

 

Ye know the bible,

        But think such a thing can’t, by God, be really true?

I hold ye liable,

        That what ye hate most is Christ, My Son, imbued!

 

For line upon line,

        Precept upon precept – here a little and there a little,

In That Day: fine!

        Except! Except! You give it your back… or spittle!

 

Do NOT, do NOT, I repeat!

        Do NOT test Me, your LORD, in this,

In That Day: a great fete!

        A Cornucopia of Christ-in-You bliss…

 

Which you want to miss?

        Who are you to reject what, at great cost, I send you?

Worlds of wars vs. bliss…

        Your choice: shake hands with better: Christ-in-You!

 

Or NOT?

        Why choose ye always this day: NOT?

By God!

        Hell comes when My Essence is forgot!

 

Yes, blind ye be, but how far blind?

        Recompense, requite, payback… you choose?

Why show ye Good: your behind?

        Ye forget, I AM a general who does not lose!

 

Choose to enter ye in,

        A big ugly door called Stubbornness Hammered Out?

Rather than befriend,

        A magnum opus, In That Day Teachings?  Shout!

 

Shout Hallelu! Forever, Hallelu!

        Denouement has come, with behold: Christ, in us! In That Day! Today!

Or: We know not what we do?

        We’re not worthy, we are blind and hate and war against… God’s way.

 

It is late,

        And what you deserve will come to you quickly, (I’m hoping: My Son!)

Be great!

        Do good! Be humble! Christ’s way is not sickly. (No joking: It’s done!)

 

Probably the thing you hate the most,

        Is “Behold, I come quickly” My Son must be honored in the indwelt today!

Pride of religion is your utmost host?

        Such as you crucify Christ… Who comes, not as you want, but as I say!

 

I say, Behold My Son comes quickly!

        (For the restoration – In That Day – of all things!)

And you say, We choose to be sickly?

        Ye know not, oh unwise, what dishonor brings!

 

 

 

 

Why Are so Many Orgs full of Self-Beclowning? (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/19/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(All leaders, civic or cleric or anywhere, have a devil and angel on their shoulder… and need to tell their citizen and sheep, it’s always been so, so beware one’s leaders! -- rwb)

 

Why so many organizations of great self-beclowning?

        Has God given them the earned confusion of their clown faces?

Indeed, in Progtardism’s tropes many are drowning,

        Is truth too hard for Prog-brainwashed, prejudiced races?

 

The Progtard-brainwashed, prejudging, sub-taught by the sub-taught, say,

        No prophet can say, Rapture Fear-Mongering intolerably stinks!

        No prophet can say, Give-to-Get Prosperity is a big fat lie!

        No prophet can say, Bad Religion has Christ-in-You jinxed!

        No prophet can say, Emergent is Gobbledygook gone sly!

 

Why so many organizations of great self-beclowning?

        Has God given them the earned confusion of their clown faces?

Indeed, in Progtardism’s tropes many are drowning,

        Truth is too hard for Prog-brainwashed, prejudiced races?

 

The Progtard-brainwashed, prejudging, sub-taught by the sub-taught, say,

        No prophet can say, Bad religion makes socialism’s civic slaves,

        No prophet can say, Spirit eyes shall see, In That Day, Christ-in-You!

        No prophet can say, Evangelicalism makes rubes and dumb knaves,

        No prophet can say, Showmanship, hypnotism, misdirection screws you!

 

Why so many organizations of great self-beclowning?

        Has God given them the earned confusion of their clown faces?

Indeed, in Progtardism’s tropes many are drowning,

        Truth is too hard for Prog-brainwashed, prejudiced races?

 

The Progtard-brainwashed, prejudging, sub-taught by the sub-taught, say,

        No prophet this Millennium now, can really be a prophet,

        No truth is worth the cost to unravel this present mess,

        Any prophet’s Rosetta stone we find, we’ll mock it,

        A prophet’ll have restoration, but we’ll just guess!

 

Must all be the dupe-slave of unexamined opinion?

        Must all be slaves of defunct ideas and popular, foul shibboleths?

Shall truth expose no imprimatur: peeling onion?

        The true prophet owns Truth’s slice of pie, other leaders: regrets.

 

 

 

 

One Hundred Imploding Pastors Proudly Came (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/07/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(This poem dedicated to The Beach Boys “Feel Flows,” by Carl Wilson & Jack Rieley.)

 

(It’s hard to see the forest for the trees, isn’t it? re: bad doxie in and real bad out! - rwb)

 

Even tho… one hundred imploding pastors proudly came,

        And one hundred imploding pastors, in proud spuriousness, down-went!

Every jot and tittle evil-doxie: stayed, untouched, the same,

        Implosions couldn’t make, to their proud, bad doctrine, ONE DENT!

 

Is life so precious… is sub-taught seminary, implosion-prepped career so dear,

        That even a trillion or more… imploding pastors,

Couldn’t make one yet-to-implode, sub-educated pastor… in the slightest fear?

        Rancid-milk-whore worldviews make disasters!

 

Then, one thousand or more steak poems came,

        Rhyming missiles to milk soul’s perfidy-bane and shame!

In That Day Teachings’ line upon line claim,

        Living Master Christ-in-You sanity via High Plains’ gain!

 

Even tho… one hundred imploding pastors proudly came,

        And one hundred imploding pastors, in proud spuriousness, down-went!

Every evil jot and tittle doxie: stayed, untouched, the same,

        Implosions couldn’t make, to their proud, bad doctrine, ONE DENT!

 

Is suicide so preferable, resigning due to cheating with another man’s wife,

        Is murdering an elder preferable, or getting caught and serving 90 to life,

Is burning down one’s own church, is causing the worst imaginable strife,

        Is watching porn, taking drugs, stealing funds better than Truth’s knife?

 

It is, after all, God’s own knife or sword or Words of Truth that Evangelicals hate,

        They, as leaders, are given by God absolutely no eyes to see nor ears to hear,

Else they’d lose obtuseness and love In That Day Teachings sooner than late!

        But blind leading the blind, by universal laws, consume themselves with fear.

 

Even tho… one hundred imploding pastors proudly came,

        And one hundred imploding pastors, in proud spuriousness, down-went!

Every evil jot and tittle doxie: stayed, untouched, the same,

        Implosions couldn’t make, to their proud, bad doctrine, ONE DENT!

 

 

 

 

(Gulp!)   Shall We Dance?   (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/30/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(This poem is dedicated to “master-less,” braided Padawans everywhere… In That Day!)

 

 

(“I was born in the desert, raised in a lion’s den… I was born in the desert, raised in a lion’s den…  My number one occupation… is stealing women that belong to other men.”

  -- All New Minglewood Blues, Grateful Dead [i.e. Christ takes His bride… back!])

 

(“Thank you for this [“Taming the Shrew-Harlot-Church” poem.] It’s provocative, disturbing and brilliant.” – Carol Finizza)

 

Shall we dance?

        I asked in a sort of camouflage-coquettish fashion,

Yes, said she,

        Miss Kafkaesque, Church-Seminar Faux-Passion.

 

For I was afraid to attend,

        Her nightmarishly complex, bizarre, illogic sessions,

But… could I amend,

        Her proud mania… into: ameliorating confessions?

 

Could I get her to,

        Weep, wail and howl?

Or would she,

        Give me sock on jowl?

 

Dear Miss Kafkaesque, Church-Seminar Faux-Passion,

        Isn’t it true you don’t know what you’re doing?

How can you charge so much?  What mentality ration,

        For depositing in people: just trouble brewing?

 

You’re a Loonitron!

        She said, I’m getting a “Lifetime Achievement Award” for my body of work!

Maybe so, Ma’am,

        But your seminars are trapped in a hamster cage wheel: prima fascie berserk!

 

Your swagger cuts me, she said,

        Yet, as we dance, I discern no overt menace-hate in you,

And I could dagger you dead!

        Yet, I feel stirred, not shaken, with what are you imbued?

 

‘Tis Christ-in-You,

        M’dear, Milady!

And we’re not thru,

        ‘Tis so weighty!

 

Light as a feather, you spin me,

        She said, I think I’m feeling faint!

Stop! Stop the dance. Get thee,

        Away from me. Fix me, you can’t!

 

Not so fast, Milady,

        The band now plays an ethereally-sweet, romantic, slow song!

You ARE shady!

        She whispered in my ear, SECURITY! I’ll yell, afore long!

 

Well, I held her so close,                     (She trembled, right full of cold fear!)

        The demons inside her were stirring!

She moaned thru nose,                        (Giving me a bite, hard on the ear!)

        I whispered, Be still, world whirling…

 

By then, she was not really capable,

        Of, by herself, standing up,

Brigand! You think I’m rape-able?

        And then she threw up.

 

Grabbing a tablecloth,

        She unabashedly wiped her face,

And hit me my jaw,

        With a well-aimed table vase.

 

Then the band ripped into a too loud, too lively jig, (Pard, she fought like lion!)

        I swung her left, right, down and whole in-out through,

I saw her in God’s eyes.  A-flying!  No longer: prig,  (Hard, her pride was dyin’!)

        I noticed her un-hideable smile, annealed silver -TRUE!

 

Next, was probably the slowest song,

        Ever played on the Earth,       (Sly, she attacked with lethal dagger in hand!)

Damn you! Damn, you’re so strong!

        In your arms, I find berth.      (I made her drop it, and kicked it to the band.)

 

What’s happening to me?             (The band stored it in a drawer, with the others,)

        She asked, with puffed out, red eyes,

You’re being set free,                  (Always dangerous, I wonder why God bothers.)

        (Holding her, I could empathize!)

 

So, is this what,

        My seminars… are supposed to be?

Yes, bon mot,

        I’m a groomsman, sent unto thee.

 

Who’s my groom?

        Christ-in-You!

VA-VAVOOM!

        (IMBUED!)

 

So she got herself imbued,

        Right then and there, on the spot!

And she said, Thank you!

        As a dancer, you’re kind’a hot.

 

Quick, she turned away from me,

        To go and study In That Day Teachings,

‘Course, later, she set many free,

        Global, was her witness and “reachings.”

 

That was maybe… about five years ago,

        But standing there alone, embarrassed, on that dance room: floored,

Tuxedo ripped, my ego smashed low,

        A black eye, glasses broken, buttons popped, bloody and gored…

 

I heard God’s Own voice,

        Well done, Mine prophet, poet-scribe!

Give more… this choice,

        So dance, love and laugh… be alive!

       

       

 

 

 

 

Why the “Loss-of-Separation” with Christ-in-You… is Good!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/26/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(This poem is dedicated to the 2013 movie “Gravity,” starring (Padawan) Sandra Bullock and (Jedi Master) George Clooney in this tale of character ascension… emphasizing the “Lonesome Dove” story: a grape matures in the presence of a mature grape… “Uva usam vivendo varia fit.” This being the strange way of In That Day.)

 

In modern, commercial jet aviation,

        “Loss of Separation” is when two flying airliners get too near,

Each plane then, a separate nation,

        Co-joining them in flight, would be a costly event: too dear…

 

High Truth’s arrival,                            (What a superlative tool!)

        Creates “Loss-of-Separation” with God’s will-way for humanity,

It suffers: no rival!                              (Not to mention… fool!)

        And will not tolerate being imbedded with Idiocracy’s Vanity!

 

Desolate-of-God Churchianity, in the bizarre main,

        Is dedicated to maintaining milk and clinging to their “Loss of Separation!”

Strange, to awake to this weird, “Hail-Hydra” pain,

        When its leaders say Christ is coming, it’s mere abomination preparation!

 

What is Christ-in-You?

        It is to ascend from three levels of milk blindness,

And be full imbued…

        Into three levels of steak God-Meld-Mindedness!

 

So then: “Loss of Separation,”

        Is when rancid-milk-filled, desolate-of-God souls see the Higher Light!

To BE… a conjoined nation!

        Breaking no laws of the bible, but fulfilling them: stunning, star bright!

 

“Loss of Separation,”

        Is feared by the unprepared more than anything else on Earth!

Join with Creation?

        It is needed more than anything.  So it’s time for second birth!

 

The venerable, revered Apollo Moon Program,

        Brought into the 60’s and 70’s an huge portion of the mighty-mighty future!

Even as  now In That Day Teachings’ “I AM,”

        Brings into the Third Millennium God’s holy-flexible way to rightly mature!

 

Now, you leaders seem insouciantly unconcerned with your nihilistic acts,

        And don’t know why smart vocabulary, well used, makes catatonic shock!

It is your fight to keep “Separation from God.” These: your cruel facts,

        You believe this poet has Tourettes?  Anything good he makes, you block?

 

Wake up!

        The “Loss of Separation” of Christ-in-You is ameliorating trajectory: good!

Wake up!

        Denouement IS In That Day.  Fly Christ-in-You! Do now, what you should!

 

And what is that, pray tell?    (Literally, it’s a foul worldview that much stinketh!)

        It is to chuck and throw up all from seminary that smells,

Rotten are the trees you fell,  (Spiritually, Christ’s Glory Mind ye shall drinketh!)

        Pell-mell it must needs be for a while, until God indwells!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why the Same-Old Prophetic Church Gig… is Up (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/17/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Once you make it to the White House, you’re not building intellectual capital, you’re using it. – Henry Kissinger, hat tip to Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove, & Convergent Books)

 

The gig is officially up,

        Although it’s rather hard to believe!

Sour, the sly man’s cup,

        Who’s now smart enough to grieve?

 

The easy pickings are long gone,

        For low (hanging) emotion, and high-wile (damning) salesmanship,

The “Mesmer” no longer lifelong,

        Inexorably, the “Hail Hydra,” our leaders are angels factor, will slip.

 

Oft seminaries used to rely on pogroms of Latin-Greek,

        Obfuscation, which would satisfy rube-makers amidst minds made weak,

Media-Politicians could do the same Hypnotoad tweak,

        With mantras why Progtard’s “deathism” is good in the deaths it seeks.

 

But… the internet in the main,

        Pretty much changed all that,

It put a potential brain,

        Under “everyman’s” hat!

 

It did what Abraham Lincoln (Lyceum) wanted,

        It potentially made “everyman” generally intelligent,

It made reason, logic and truth more vaunted,

        Than shenanigans from… mystic church-state tyrant.

 

If I’m not the first,

        To see thru church-state bombast,

I’m not the worst,

        Nor, with eyes to see… the last!

 

Oh, unseeing pastor,

        Oh, unseeing politician,

Oh, half-smart disaster!

        Reality is your rendition!

 

Wise up now!

        Or pay the price!

Stand guile down!

        Or meet: NOT NICE!

 

Like a magician on a glitzy stage,

        Before an audience wherein all know the dumb trick!

You’re fomenting HOT RAGE!

        By sheep and citizen… you’ve made, and kept, sick!

 

Before the hammer – you’ve forged!

        Of certain, unrelenting doom-fate comes with Thor’s might down,

Push back from table you’ve gorged!

        And stop!  STOP! Stop polishing your foul, mystic-Mesmer crown.

 

Stop being the greater consultants,

        To wanna’ be mystic tyrant lesser sultans,

A long, long season of horrid treason is over,

        Fetch a different, better ball, not Satan’s, Rover!

 

And a special word to cleric shenanigan, splendiferous Ring Masters,

        Who – almost to a man – they each deny,

They understand knowing or unknowing they are wile-rube pastors,

        Defend blindness?  Don’t even try!

 

You say,

        We don’t understand, not at all, what In That Day Teachings tell us!

God says,

        You want insanity? HAVE IT! Or choose to get on the right bus!

 

Choose you this day, you!

        Christ-in-You – wherein a sound mind is, for all the world, fully esteemed,

Or everything bad, you!

        With your hand stuck in Hypnotoad cookie jar, you in worst ever dreamed!

 

What does it matter? What does it matter?

        Are you all Mad Hatters?

Some three hundred students on a sinking South Korean ferry,

        Drowned by being told, Stay inside, don’t worry, be merry!

 

Shelter in place? Shelter in place?

        Oh wayward leaders of no “Western” thought, (Lobotomy, what you’ve got!)

The job of Adam and Eve’s race,

        To teach ingrained, no leader is an angel, (Hail-Hydra thinking must be shot.)

 

Hail Hydra ship captains, Hail Hydra educators, Hail Hydra media,

        Hail Hydra politicians, Hail Hydra prophet-sheep,

And especially Hail Hydra hubristic preachers that’ll lead ya’,

        Into ditches of death which they always reap…

 

Must all go on the ash heap of history,

        The right way must be re-learnt – it is no unfathomable mystery story!

Well it is and it isn’t… In That Day’s glory…

        Christ-in-You honored… to Living Masters’ (honored,) gory-territory.

 

Never, if possible, go to a theater unarmed,

        Remember what Abraham Lincoln taught us!  Yes, he taught us!

Zombie “Deathnistas” always are armed,

        They die, yet are reborn. If we forget, then shame-shame on us!

 

Ever vigilant, truthful, faithful and skeptic to the core,

        The unconquerable, indomitable Western Christian Spirit,

Living Masters… more than a match for what’s in store,

        In That Day’s Christ-in-You is calling… can you hear it?

 

The meal, too big?  The words, too honest-shocking?

        The mindful, Weltanschauung worldview, too galaxy-busting large?

The leap, too big? The “ease,” altogether lacking?

        The light, too bright? Fear of unshackling? Who’s in charge?

 

Welcome to God’s gloriously dual-purpose, bipolar, apex In That Day!

        Denouement showing precisely what is now Black Hole Dark,

It gets brighter once you repent of making darkness one’s own way,

        Then, you come out of chrysalis, each as Noah… out of ark!

 

And remember, In That Day, in the despised chrysalis,

        A caterpillar becomes just potent, metamorphic slime,

That reformulates with ethereal energy, God-sublime,

        A butterfly… Christ-in-You... Aurora Borealis!

 

Therefore, much to be gained,

        And truly, truly: little is the death-of-pride, start-over-seminary cost,

So, be now reborn-rearranged,

        By In That Day Teachings… unto Christ-in-You… else all be lost.

 

Or… prophets, preachers and teachers thereof,

        Continue your full-scale retreat from understanding God’s highest reality?

You’re garnering NO Pulitzer Prizes for love!

        You have run out of reasons for being non-assiduous.  Choose your fealty!

 

You were taught wrong,

        Vomit pride… and get over it,    (You are in the environment you earned!)

Blood-guilt can be long,

        In That Day: Got bad? Rid it.     (No room for good, until bad is burned!)

 

End note: The following is adapted from a speech delivered by Brian T. Kennedy, President, The Claremont Institute… on March 4, 2014, at Hillsdale College’s Allan P. Kirby, Jr. Center for Constitutional Studies and Citizenship in Washington, D.C.

Harold Rood, a professor of international relations at Claremont McKenna College who died in 2011, was not as well known as he was influential. A soldier in Patton’s army in World War II, he taught his students that war is permanent to the human condition, and that in war it is better to win, for no one ever had to accommodate a loser. America will always have enemies, he told them, and those enemies will forever be planning and expending resources to place themselves in a position to defeat us. It would be nice if it was otherwise, he was fond of saying, but it is not otherwise. It is the way the world works. 

 

 

Note from rwb: For all its “peg-the-irony-meter” seeing, Evangelical prophets, preachers and teachers have seen and noted Satan’s evisceration of church-and-state… and future answers, which come from In That Day Teachings… yet these leaders still cannot believe nor can they see the truth of their own spirits’-seeking.  Terry Bennett has said the language will be new (i.e. poetry,) Eugene Peterson says seminaries must focus on deep study of poetry (i.e. In That Day Teachings) and Rick Joyner et al continually say “IT!” is coming… i.e. In That Day’s denouement.  But up to now, all seem to reject what they seek…

 

[The “Tragic View” enables each generation to willingly defeat-then-love enemies of love.  Evangelical insanity can’t. It is stuck in an endless loop, non-seeing, utopian-Jesus-is-coming-but-not-in-You (trust, wink-wink, us “angelic,” uncorrectable leaders (ya, right) and our evil, fruitless world view.) -- rwb]

 

 

P.S. The road to Hell is paved with… what?

 

 

God Forbid! (In That Day Teachings… Teach Church?)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/15/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(For one hundred years Evangelical Clericalism has gone wild in America, exporting a fear-greed-lazy madness via subtext rapture-prosper-lazy-emergent shenanigans. -- rwb)

 

From Robert Graves’ I, Claudius, wherein Emperor Claudius writes a grim, yet hopeful passage, in which he predicts that his successor, the mad, self-destructive Nero, shall accomplish the greatest good for mankind’s freedom by showing government’s evil:

 “I have decided Nero should follow me so that one day the empire will revert back to the Republic, that is to some form of representative government. I have been too good an emperor, too fair and too honest. I will give Rome Nero and when he is done with Rome, Rome will be done with emperors altogether. It will be bad, exceedingly bad…worse even than Caligula but they have to have the whole terrible truth about just how bad it can be before they come to their senses. Let all of the poisons that lurk in the mud, hatch out.”

 

God forbid!

        The answer to life is to drop all things “Therapeutic Progtard?”

 

God forbid!

        The answer to life is the classic Western “Tragic View” hard?

 

God forbid!

        Western Enlightenment solves humanity’s problems the most humanely?

               (While being ever vigilant against bad civic-cleric leader abuses?)

 

God forbid!

        Church needs rebuking for entirely abandoning the Tragic View mainly?

               (And for selling subtext bad emotion-spirits for lucre’s uses?)

 

God forbid!

        In That Day Teachings align brains to God’s Mind on Cleric-Civic thought?

 

God forbid!

        Living Masters? Christ-in-You Weltanschauung? Hearing God as we ought?

 

God forbid!

        Clerical leaders teach sheep to NEVER TRUST clerical leaders as angels?

 

God forbid!

        In That Day Teachings excise our worst and help our nature’s best angles?

 

God forbid!

        This Robert Winkler Burke of Reno is esteemed and honored for his voice?

 

God forbid!

        Lost wolves of lost seminaries with lost sheep… learn In That Day’s choice?

 

God forbid!

        Malnourished Evangelicals sick from rancid spiritual milk should eat steak?

 

God forbid!

        The prayers of hypocrites are answered anyway, for Christ-in-You’s sake?

 

God forbid!

        Prophets, now sillier than silly putty, should learn they’ve been quite nutty?

 

God forbid!

        The most uncorrectable of all, the prophets, become… In That Day’s buddy?

 

 

 

 

Prophetic Redemption?… or Evil “Shawshank” Preemption!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/12/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(Modern so-called “prophets” have attended the “400-Prophets-Be-Blind-Alike-School.” They can’t see the forest for the trees, they despise Elijah & loathe Christ-in-You. -- rwb)

 

(“A prostitute is more likely to have sex with a police officer than to get arrested by one.” – An Empirical Analysis of [Chicago] Street-Level Prostitution, by Steven D. Levitt and Sudhir Alladi Venkatesh, September 2007.  “What about sheep, shepherds & so-called prophets? Is it spiritually any different, absent In That Day Teachings’ revival?  Whereas police are tempted to extort sex from hapless hookers, shepherds and prophets are tempted to extort exalted dominion in exchange for much to do about nothing from hapless sheep, who are told there is no other way than agreeing to shenanigans.” – rwb)

 

(“I’m sorry for what I am…” Spoken by John Coffey in the “Green Mile” 1999 movie, before he is executed, unjustly – for he is a supremely righteous and prophetic man.)

 

The next “prophetic” conference… is oft so abominable,

        All receiving in pay such an horrid-unspeakable cost…

Since their “prophetic” is pathetic…virtually just nominal,

        Because the true, hard prophetic has long been lost!

 

Mainly doling out all-plagues,            (Yes, Revelation confirms it!)

        At all the meeting times,

For despising In That Day,                 (Leaders have been full of it!)

        And its sweet rhymes.

 

It’s a gross “Shawshanking Preemption” movie,

        Just Progtard-Mystic bully-fools… raping brains of attendee-fools,

It’s NOT “Shawshank Redemption”… groovy,

        (Escaping church insanity, using In That Day Teachings’ tools.)

 

Not enough water in the ocean,

        To cry and repent of what’s wrong!

Prophetic done by man’s notion,

        LORD GOD! How long? How long?

 

How long the seers… cling to weird bliss, being blind as a bat,

        How long these odd leaders say, In That Day’s not where it’s at?

How long, verily, that recompense and requite pile into such an overflow cup?

        You God, will grant us mercy… but only when we throw… the bad… up.

 

Why call “prophetic” conferences,  (Who’s the unmentioned, abominable gigolo?)

        “Shawshank” Preemption rape of the mind?

Because “prophetic” preferences,  (Rapture-Prosper-Emergent! Don’t ya’ know?)

        Daren’t: fear, greed nor lazy subtext find…

 

More true, ameliorative Prophetic Conferences,   (Fixing brains-gone-bonkers?)

        Would be… where church cures itself of its super-plethora: con-job ills!

Not more zany, Morlock-Necromancer séances,  (Like Riddick’s Necromongers?)  

        Which equip the “church” to be unchanging, rube-zombie, cold-love mills.

 

Ask yourself: Will this “prophetic conference” make… any Living Masters?

        And will it make a generally-intelligent, un-gullible Christ-in-You… in you?

Or will it make you a “strong-emotion” monger… another conman disaster?

        Will it make you a church-insider: crucifying Christ and anything so imbued?

 

Aye, there’s the rub!

        High emotions sold so… so, so low class!   (They need be locked-Chrysalis!)

Do the math… (ugh!)

        It’s over, lad… It’s over, (Mojo is) lass…    (Until then, blocking paralysis!)

 

What’s over?

        Shenanigan church fed by shenanigan conferences and shenanigan prophets,

What’s new?

        Real prophets nuking shenanigans… Yes, it will be raining nuke buckets!

 

Until Church’s overdue repentance comes,

        Its 400-prophets: weeping, wailing and howling… with abundant tears!

In That Day Teachings, lo (Behold) come!

        Long overdue: Living Masters! None self-dealing! Christ-in-You cheers!

       

True disciples, NOT “Con-U” rip off, dumb-you-down-in-a-flash… wild IDIOTS,

        Rather… Great Ones again standing on shoulders of Hallowed Great Ones!

Reganesque, Churchillian leaders – not these “prophetic-sap” mental midgets,

        But strike-only-in-love Warriors & Jedi Statesmen, the return of God’s sons!

 

A grape matures only in the presence,

        Of Living Master, Lonesome Dove “Captain Gus McCrae” archetype grape,

This process: brutally vulture-intense,

        The only thing  (WARNING! WARNING!) to prevent “Shawshank” rape.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Denouement Despised, Lies Loved… as Wolf Adultery Spikes!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/07/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“Nothing to see here! Move along. Move along.” Used by Men in Black w/Neurolizers)

 

Another adulterous (we’re shocked?) fear-greed-lazy-seller shepherd exposed…

        Yet, their wolf-shepherd Defenders – protesteth too much, as predisposed…

 

Must the basic fabric of Christian religion be eternal, infinite… blind-gullibility?

        We might as well all be elemental-emotion-controlled hillbillies?

 

Must vast, stupefying oeuvres of charlatan shepherds occupy all mind-space?

        Whatever happened to the (mind) space race?

 

How easy… to sell Gospiel text with BIG subtext-of-religion fear-greed-lazy lies?

        Frankly, honestly, and elephant-in-room bizarre: it’s as if nobody tries…

 

It’s as if we are in a world of weaklings without one strongman Jack Lalanne!

        We think the seeking of mental musculature… is a wicked-virus strain?

 

Oh well… I did what you wanted, LORD, (on intertwined hypnotic-corruption,)

        But I can’t help it if they’re bored… (Church leaders prefer confection!)

 

They, the supine body of Christ, want to be evermore (surprise, surprise!) gored?

        It’s always déjà vu all over again… and now I’m bored!

 

I produced lines and precepts (not 3-point books) to make lots of Living Masters,

        But hobbled, blinkered, polluted minds prefer… adulterous wolf disasters?

 

I thought I’d minister to grateful millions…

        But it’s just hate-filled nabobs… by the “ga-jillions.”

 

I’ve seen and explained – and live with power in – denouement’s In That Day,

        So far, third-rate minds… lustily, unthinkingly, knee-jerk: throw it away…

 

Anyway, as it is now…I shall, with confidence, go home quite justified,

        Just not… satisfied, yes… painfully unsatisfied…

 

How hard is it to see through self-dealing, low-road Shepherd-Hypnotoads?

        Why find I none on High Path Mind-of-Christ, Christ-in-You Roads?

 

It isn’t supposed to be this way…

        Ghost town: In That Day.                                                        

 

But it isn’t up to me to over this: stew,

        If I’m not mistaken, it’s up to you…

 

 

 

 

The Challenge of Hope is to Overcome Internal Corruption

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/01/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Season Three: Star Wars the Clone Wars, Episode “The Academy” on Corruption… “Those who enforce the law must obey the law” and “The challenge of hope is to overcome corruption.”

 

Ahsoka Tano, Jedi Knight, in a speech to teenage students destined to be leaders:

 “The deadliest enemies of a society dwell within its borders.  And from these internal threats, the people need to be protected.”

 

“But if you don’t trust your leaders, isn’t that treason?” asks a student.

 

“It’s every citizen’s duty to challenge their leaders to keep them honest… and hold them accountable if they are not.”   [Note Jedi Masters teach this, why not shepherds?]

 

“How do you do that?” another student asks.

 

“By exposing corrupt officials for what they are.  Lasting change can only come from within.”

 

Q.: If Martin Luther exposed the selling of Catholic indulgences as being a too easy lie…Then would exposing subtext selling of current rapture-fear, prosperity-greed and emergent-gobbledygook-laziness… also be another case of selling lies that are too easy?

 

Q.: If selling sub-textual fear, greed and laziness is a leadership faith-antipode sin, what corruption… consequences… what bad happens from selling fear, greed and slouch?

 

A.: No Living Masters are created, no high levels of Christ-in-You… just rube-confusion.

 

Q.: If selling fear, greed and slouch is underestimated as a problem under God’s heaven, what would be the literal consequence of selling fear, greed and slouch… i.e. antichrist?

 

A.: The results are losing eyes to see and ears to hear high truth.  To not be able to see, nor honor Living Master Christ-in-You ones, nor understand how they and God think.

 

Q.: Since God has freely allowed Evangelical Church to promote, increase and cling to selling subtext rapture-fear, prosperity-greed and emergent-laziness… what will happen?

 

A.: They see nothing, but cause mayhem (they see not)… until leaders stop being corrupt.

 

Q.: But what if leaders cannot understand the light of truth, nor In That Day Teachings?

 

A.: Faith in fear, greed & laziness creates blindness & deafness… repentance is the salve.

 

Toxic Mind-Filled Sheep Don’t Need Pixie-Truth Dusting!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/30/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Once you make it to the White House, you’re not building intellectual capital, you’re using it. – Henry Kissinger, hat tip to Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove, & Convergent Books)

 

Our sheep have epic, toxic mind-fills,

        We pastors polluted them for decades on top of years!

From our Gospiel text and subtext shills,

        Prosper greed, emergent slouch and rapture fears!

 

But now we have a solution!

        Sprinkle high truths here and there!

We’ll make a great nation!

        And sit on God’s great chair!

 

But that confounded prophet in Reno!

        (What the hell does he know?)

He says we wolves must openly confess what we done!

        First expunge the bad doxy…(boy he’s got moxie!)

That ain’t NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, son!

        No, ’tain’t NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, son!

 

So, we plow boldly on… and on and on and on and on!

        Ministering (heh, heh!) to our toxic mind-filled ones!

They got fear-dynamite, (Could it ignite?) oh what fun!

        But what do we honestly care about Little Ones?

 

When we speak to our toxic mind-dump sheep,

        They truly look so damn soul-confused!

Think of the heavenly-devout sowing we reap!

        Perhaps we’re all spirit-mental abused?

 

But that confounded prophet in Reno!

        (What the hell does he know?)

He says we wolves must openly confess what we done!

        First expunge the bad doxy…(boy he’s got moxie!)

That ain’t NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, son!

        No, ’tain’t NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, son!

 

Our unquestionable solution makes us feel so tyrannical grand!

        As we sprinkle high truths here and there about!

Our toxic mind-dump sheep give us a BIG FINANCIAL hand!

        Sing hallelujah, give God praise and us a shout!

 

When each of us, so lofty, separately – by ourselves – speak,

        Not one, out of six-point-five billion brains on the planet,

Can give one of our noses even the slightest corrective tweak,

        We polluted minds for a century… who can stand it?

 

But that confounded prophet in Reno!

        (What the hell does he know?)

He says we wolves must openly confess what we done!

        First expunge the bad doxy…(boy he’s got moxie!)

That ain’t NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, son!

        No, ’tain’t NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, son!

 

Christ’s gospel says adamantly to us,

        First get out bad, (Duh!) before can go in good!

We’re too proud to ever confess,

        We didn’t, and still don’t do, what we should.

 

The true answers are too proper and surprisingly-wise holistic,

        Much too ameliorative, too superior, too great!

We prefer everything being “we-say-so-because” Gnostic!

        A wolf-healing revival?  IT CAN WAIT!

 

But that confounded prophet in Reno!

        (What the hell does he know?)

He says we wolves must openly confess what we done!

        First expunge the bad doxy…(boy he’s got moxie!)

That ain’t NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, son!

        No, ’tain’t NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, son!

 

We know we are being fundamentally asked,

        To believe AND ACT, in – in sheer essence – good,

This is way too heavy a thinking-mental task,

        ‘Twould be nice, but spirit-heavy lifting is too rude!

 

So, what do we really love, anyway?

        Our egos? Our pride and implosions? Our supercilious, honored Clericalism?

To hell with Teachings In That Day!

        We love anything but humility, Living Masters and Christ-in-You: risen!

 

But that confounded prophet in Reno!

        (What the hell does he know?)

He says we wolves must openly confess what we done!

        First expunge the bad doxy…(boy he’s got moxie!)

That ain’t NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, son!

        No, ’tain’t NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, son!

 

 

 

Learning the Only Way to Be in Liberty… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/26/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(The truth is incontrovertible.  Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is. – Winston Churchill)

 

 

 

First, we pledge allegiance to self-restraint’s liberty creed,

        Then we defend liberty, when in need,

But the third part we forgot to teach our seed,

        Defend the defense of liberty, our forgotten deed.

 

The second part needs a sharp, mindful discussion,

        Now that things have “gone quite Russian,”

It’s paradoxical to tell the peacenik, Hush, son,

        Love gives liberty’s foe a just concussion.

 

Our spirit must be right,          (Like Captain Kirk on volcanic cliff!)

        When we fight,                (With Klingon who’d kill him if…)

We kill to stop blight,             (But Klingon can’t, he’s so miffed!)

        Tempered might.             (He falls, Kirk grabs & offers lift!)

 

Liberty needs be the strongest on mental and spiritual block,

        Power in action, right motive, small in talk,

Leaders have to walk humility’s (anti-cheap-thinking) walk,

        State and church: liberty’s defense hawk!

 

In this liberty, as defined, is the only (guard against the self-deified) way to be,

        Allowing the un-awakened to gain time to see, time to make mistakes three,

From Tribal to Communal to Non-Angel-Tyrant of every camouflaged slavery,

        America: love Christ-in-You, laws, and the price paid in liberty to be free.

 

In That Day is a rather strange, but grand-Homeric work,

        Forgive, forgive, forgive its author: Robert Burke,

Hard truths are most hard to swallow, but have a perk,

        Living Masters live living truths without shirk.

 

Best that seminaries NOT ignore Burke’s magnum opus,

        Clearly showing: rapture, prosperity, laziness subtext hocus-pocus-atrocious,

Bringing Christ-in-You’s mind to us in sharp-laser focus!

        A bonus goes to those with diagnosis: the work is ferocious against hypnosis.

       

 

 

 

 

Cheating Self-Restraint In That Day! (On How Not to…)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/25/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(The truth is incontrovertible.  Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is. – Winston Churchill)

 

 

 

Cheating Self-Restraint,

        As a college student… I died,

Of good, I said, “I ain’t,”

        The good in me sighed.

 

I had joined a binge-drinking fraternity,

        For no good reason,

I hadn’t yet known what was in me,

        It wasn’t treason.

 

Truly, each man is a nation,

        In which treason is an high crime!

For man needs re-creation,

        Not delusions un-Divine…

 

“Hardy-har har!” we’d laugh,

        We cheated self-restraint even bigger again today!

In our alcoholic-blood bath,

        Satan always got last laugh, as good faded away.

 

Well, it took many hard decades to recover,

        What was destroyed in five years,

But what I’ve learned, to sons: is bother,

        Yet will win: God’s and mine tears.

 

For the problem in cheating self-restraint,

        Is after a while, you think you can,

And just when you think what is ain’t,

        You cease to be a man.

 

But God is merciful,

        This I’ve found,

Christ is a bellyful,

        Him: redound.

 

Whom the Son sets free is free indeed,

        Mutual pledging allegiance to self-restraint is liberty’s creed,

That’s what to know in all my seed,

        You can’t cheat self-restraint… In-Truth and In-Christ, lead!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rich Elitist Families Insist: NO ASCENDANT THINKING!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/24/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(The truth is incontrovertible.  Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is. – Winston Churchill)

 

 

 

Rich, elitist families say,

        No ascendant, reflective thinking allowed!                    (EVER-EVER!)

Expedient, their god fey,

        Progtard at core, to relativity they’ve bowed…             (SO CLEVER!)

 

In control!

        It’s the only thing to them that matters,

It’s their role!

        Their mirrored halls, who then shatters?

 

Pandering to holes purposely put in despised-by-them: poor sons of men’s souls,

        As they break wind, what matters ends-justifying-means most,

Isn’t that they don’t believe their snippet-doxie-justified roles, they upend goals!

        Lion prides eating lambs, they’re literally hubris petard’s host!

 

Whether a five-star mega-church Mandarin,

        Communist, oligarch, monarch or Progtard-RINO Maven,

Their jive-far families beat what you are in!

        It’s all about their families’ riches & power! (just sayin’!)

 

With snippets of self-serving doxie,               (From their handy-weird bible!)

        They control the narrative – ALWAYS – of their break-logic story,

And they’ll smack you down, with moxie!    (Kiss their ass, you’re liable!)

        If you believe in one God, one Western way – they’ll kill you gory!

 

‘Cause rich families in power,

        Control their story line Worldview they broadcast-publish at your cost,

Sending world to hell this hour,

        In That Day’s Christ-in-You Weltanschauung? Not allowed, by Faust!

 

For… is it… TOO MUCH TO ASK pastors so modern,

        To ascend and teach self-restraint’s pledge, powerful overlords to weaker?

And too “heavy lifting” is shepherd thinking’s sojourn?

        That rapture-fear, prosper-greed, emergent-slouch: is a hypnotic-freaker?

 

No, no… a thousand times: tyrants say, NO?

        Morlock elitist dynasties use snippet text and rube-control-emotional subtext,

All sheep must believe as wolves tell us so?

        In That Day’s awareness is delayed, Satan’s mind-control has Eloi vexed?

 

You see, Western civic and cleric leaders must believe utterly bone-deep,

        Liberty’s mutual pledge to self-correction and self-restraint!

So that a tyrant’s lack thereof and violence toward next nation’s sheep,

        Is ironically (and weighty to consider) fought back to keep!

 

To keep ascension of spirit and thought in intelligent citizens running,

        Western civic and cleric leaders must defend this hard call,

To pledge self-restraint, to fight back tyrant’s hypnotic-rube conning,

        And defend this ironic, weighty process – or lose it all!

 

Aye, there’s the rub for ya’!

        Leaders can’t be selfish – blood-clan-enriching – conning, mass hypnotizers,

In That Day snubs them raw!

        God waits and sees: Who’ll become In That Day, Christ-in-You “realizers”?

 

What clerical leader,               (Is it indubitably likely?)

        Will publically proclaim, Burke’s Homeric work is a work of God’s might!

Or stay: rube feeder,               (Keeping it “blighty”?)

        And deny the masses, now enslaved, learning what is of God: just and right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Curious Case of the Pinch Hitter Prophet — In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/17/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(The truth is incontrovertible.  Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is. – Winston Churchill)

 

 

 

The pinch hitter prophet,

        Was recruited for God’s team,

God’s church was off it,

        Its pastors: tyrannical-mean…

 

Then, in the springtime season opening,

        God’s prophet hit a homer, a great big, honest homer!

But the umps called the prophet – owing,

        To whatever – OUT! (They damned that “poem-er!”)

 

Then in playoffs,

        The pinch hit prophet on God’s team,

Wasn’t far off,

        He hit a homer next time he was seen!

 

The pitcher had thrown a menace,

        Fear-all rapture curve ball,

CRACK! It went over the fence!

        And that was all.

 

The umpires, well of course,

        Called the prophet out, OUT! – O-U-T – OUT!

The crowd had no remorse,

        He’s a Barabbas! they were taught to shout.

 

God’s team always, as it turns out quite strange, lost!

        Each time it played the splendiferous church pastors,

They showed Who’s the most – by them – bossed!

        Never fearing recompense’s or requite’s disasters.

 

Finally at last, came the,

        Championship game!

God’s prophet was to be,

        Once again: LAME!

 

With three bases loaded,

        By Father’s own veritable team!

God’s prophet exploded,

        On a pitch, to his head, themed.

 

Standing back, avoiding the sadistic, mean-spirited bean to his head,

        The prophet knocked it – in orbit – out of the cotton-picking park!

The baseball commissioner said, What I must do: I, in my soul, dread,

        The prophet is OUT! The pastors win on a technical nitpick lark.

 

God’s pugilistic, pinch hit prophet,

        Never stepped on first base!

Pastors laughed and mocked it,

        God’s prophet, he lost face!

 

And so it goes with,

        Twenty years of Burke’s In That Day Teachings,

Church happy as Sith,

        Disdaining most successfully: God’s “reachings.”

 

Each Truth the prophet showed a hubristic church leader,

        The leader nullified by fiat-ignoring,

Which made lies in the leader – a bigger God-beater!

        Until leaders did nothing but: goring.

 

Leaders think that they know,

        They have a right to call the prophet a lout, and at him like a mad dog bark!

The prophet knows it isn’t so,

        And waits for God to toss their park up, and knock out: their rigid-soul stark.

 

God invented hardball,

        And He plays it!

God’s Hand is all,

        Nobody stays it.

 

I could pray, yes I could fervent-pray,

        For God’s sweet mercy on ‘em!

Depends on what pastors to me say,

        And they? They aren’t sayin’!

 

It’s naught but silence, uncomfortable laughter and crickets patiently chirping,

        On God’s Truth-is-ONLY-Spoken “In That Day” prophetic baseball field,

The “pastor-perps,” unrepentant rube-makers, still without shame “a- perping,”

        Sheep-bashing pastors in valley of decision… apoplectic, fearful, unhealed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pastors Are Oft Fully Invested (i.e. Stuck) in Trendy “Lie-Ways”

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/08/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(No matter how long and how successful Evangelical gatekeepers, publishers and self-important preachers try to hide the obvious, their Churchianity has become, and has been for a long time, and will continue (without repentance!)… so far beyond evil, it is too anachronistic, too popsicle-stick-and-white-glue puerile & laughably stupid well past Morlock-Eating-Eloi crazy… but I sin in understating the case. – Robert Winkler Burke)

 

Problem is – Pastors are oft: too fully invested in “Lie-Ways,”

        And “Lie-Way” vehicles,

Their staff, young lions cruelly learning antipode “Bye-Ways,”

        And sheep ear tickles.

 

Staff is under very bad covers,

        Of errant, wayward bosses,         (Really now, equipping the Saints?)

They bash their sheep brothers,

        With “picked up” crosses.           (They’re I AM NOT in God ain’ts!)

 

And sheep are shear clueless,

        So are massive hordes of sub-trained out-of-church folk,

The Mandarins: “rue-less!”

        The whole bunch: unbeknownst, full-intellectually broke.

 

And In That Day Teachings (rain in drought!) have now sufficiently come!

        Yet, nobody cares,                      (At least Robert Burke dares!)

When something greater than Solomon has, perchance, horrifically come,

        How destiny fairs?                      (Burke freely, withal, shares!)

 

No doubt… quiet, internal repentance has come,                   (To too few…)

        But God wants it just as loud as sin first displayed!

To date, repentance falls short: in zero sum,                           (To renew…)

        As God loathes, nay HATES, such prayers prayed.

 

Blind!  Blind!  Blind!   The Clericalism-istas be drunk on Ego-Vermouth!

        Poems multi-dimension, dual-edge-pronged, high mentality snap-vocabulary,

The blind, bat-brained Troglodyte crew of wolves must e’er forsooth!

        Loathing epic thoughts, preferring small-screens, micro in scope, VERILY!

       

But God’s got a pretty big brain,                    (We should so think!)

        Wide-screen, wide-scope, stunning in breadth, “amazingly-platformed,”

Two-bit church avoids growth pain,               (It’s so rinky-dink!)

        In That Day Teachings can deliver the acquiescent church-deformed!

 

But the mightily church-deformed,

        Keep it: All the same-old, same-old stink-rot gimcrack,

Church gewgaw has been “normed,”

        TRUTH and GOD?  They give their butt and back!

 

Look at the current Francis Pope,

        He gives hope!                 (Man, does he show how to repent!)

Evangelicals could… but NOPE!

        Who’s the dope?             (In That Day, ask: Is it God sent?)

 

In That Day Teachings are a profound, prophetic, masterful-achievement,

        And they are Founding Fathers, Abraham Lincoln, Tea Party compliant,

Helping non-angels be loving, law-loving, moral and generally intelligent,

        And they prove Churchianity is rube making, irreverent and defiant.

 

In That Day Teachings are despised… and,

        For all the right reasons!

Someday they will be holy surmised… and,

        Loved in right seasons!

 

Are the Federalist Papers easily read or in wise-thoughtfulness held?

        Who knows, in full understanding, the Spirit of ’76 or US Constitution?

In That Day Teachings’ poems, from Father’s veritable mind-meld,

        Are for man and God’s fullest: In That Day, Christ-in-You restitution.

       

 

 

 

In Case of Emergency… Break Glass of Self-Dealing Promotion

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/28/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(“There is a sucker born every minute.” – David Hannum, in criticism of both P.T. Barnum and his customers.)

 

(Would the pastor amidst tragedy who has written books and been a paid speaker at seminars on this topic, buy the books of another pastor or pay to attend seminars of same preacher who is just as spiritually blind in the thick of it? – Robert Winkler Burke)

 

I ‘ve got it covered, 

        No matter what happens to me!

I can’t be bothered,

        With correction… I’m always free!

 

Free to be a self-sanctified, puerile poser,

        Working the church side of things,

Man, do I have a hose that’s a hoser!

        No matter what recompense brings!

 

After years of precious, rube-making shenanigans,

        We all know… things in the universe inexorably add up!

I’ll implode, with many same-old-wink born agains,

        Job’s cup of awakening, I’ll NOT, No, I’ll never sup!

 

And here’s the time-honored, virtuous plan,

        I will follow!

I shall virtually transpose: God and man!!!

        Why?  No sorrow!

 

If my spouse gets terminally sick,                   (Of me! That’s right, me!)

        I’ll write a book! No two, maybe three!

If same aforementioned spouse dies,              (Now of me, totally free!)

        I’ll write a book! No two, maybe three!

 

If I, as teaching-most-high, disdaining-all pastor,

        While married, screw around with little ones!

When exposed, I’ll write a book on the disaster,

        With faux repentance, it’ll sell to hell’s sons!

 

If I steal and embezzle,

        If I am ax-murderer, or a pedophile or rob banks,

I’ll write to bedazzle,

        To loving publishers and audience, I give thanks!

 

For, the bigger I am,

        The more splendiferous the fall!

Book fairs, I’ll jam!

        I’ll hire buff bodyguards, tall!

 

Suppose I plan, in advance, to sin,

        Though Paul said, This never do!

I’ll need no nom de plume to fit in!

        Is there any horrid act, I won’t rue?

 

Everywhere gatekeepers, publishers “mesmered” sheep,

        Suck this up, without ONE PEEP!

Fortunately, knock wood, not a real prophet in sight!

        He’d surely want us to understand: God’s bite.

 

Because Recompense and Requite come to whom God loves,

        But to celebrate one’s own Job’s crucible without correction,

To book-write and seminar-speak sans denouement above,

        Guarantees not Christ-in-You, but desolate’s confection!

 

In That Day Teachings (from milk to meat) explain,

        Job’s crucible is to ascend the stuck rigid-righteous, clericalism-proud idiots,

Satan’s plan, puerile church leaders love in the main,

        To mid-Job “seminar-publish,” so holy flexibility escapes spiritual midgets.

 

When Christ returns to shenanigan-wed, prophet-HATING church authoritarians,

        Will He ACTUALLY find faith?

To undergo chemo-radiation of wrong doxie, then install what seems contrarian,

        WILL I FIND FAITH? God saith.

 

And so far, none?                   (Can ever let themselves be wrong?)

        As In That Day Teachings explain, repeatedly they explain,

Who is whose son,                  (The “tribulated” could be strong!)

        Who’s ascending, and who’s on hell’s hell bound train!

 

Another double-down self-aggrandizement “What-I-Learned” book?

        Is there any way we can’t be took?

Every way but ascension, Living Master Christ-in-You!

        Kill all true prophets? We must never learn… EVER?... And you?

 

Who is Elihu? Who is Elihu? Yes, Elihu!       (I’ll maintain my own ways!)

        There’s no prophet (none that smart!) to help me ascend beyond old puerility,

I’m my only God… and I’ll teach you!            (Don’t tell me it bad pays!)

        Tho God’s hand moves… I prevent, PREVENT! all Christ-in-You maturity!

 

And In That Day Teachings? (Milk’s Final Waterloo Season?) BAH!

        Kill that bad idea in your head!

There’s no denouement, no redounding Christ-in-You reason, HAH!

        Zombies LOVE to be dead!

 

No, the Universe doesn’t have an auto-recompense, spiritually unavoidable way,

        Of responding astonishingly precise to just what I, in unjust self-dealing, do!

(I’m a teacher, I’m a preacher, I “angelically-wink” organize sheep, hurraye!)

        Bottom line, what I do… it sure as hell, ain’t even close to… Christ-in-You!

 

 

 

You’ve Got Email… From In That Day Teachings!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/19/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(“There is nothing in the world like a persuasive speech to fuddle the mental apparatus and upset the convictions and debauch the emotions of an audience not practiced in the tricks and delusions of oratory.”  – Mark Twain)

 

 (“Unlimited power is the ideal thing when it is in safe hands.  The despotism of heaven is the one absolutely perfect government.  Do I seem to be preaching? It is out of my line: I only do it because the rest of the clergy seem to be on vacation.” – Mark Twain)

 

 

I got an email from this curmudgeon nut, 

        He implies I’m preaching the Gospiel wrong,

Implies he’s Luke Skywalker, me Jabba the Hut!

        Says rainbow stew prophecy doesn’t belong…

 

So we give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

Well, got another email,

        It’s like Isaiah’s… here a little, there a little, lines and precepts!

Goes in… slow as snail,

        But what the hell? Like King Agrippa, I almost believe! Yet…

 

 

We MUST give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

Another creative email…

        Who’s his copywriter?

Innovatory! Without fail!

        Methinks him a blighter!

 

We MUST give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

Ye gods, got another missive today…

        Endlessly exposing what’s behind Church-Oz’s curtain!

I am seeing, hearing better – hurray!

        I’ve got to admit, I’ve done bad – that’s certain! YET…

 

We MUST give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

Now I see!  I see!

        I feel like Chapters’-End-Reveal of Job!

What a way to be!

        Christ indwelt!  Christ-in-You, by Jove!  YET…

 

We MUST give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

Now, it’s back to same old grind,

        Good bye, Christ-in-You, I much prefer…

Not the New Millennium, but same old, MIND!

        We Morlocks eat Eloi, not “In That Day” as it were…

 

And now I feel like storied “Flowers for Algernon,” goodbye denouement... anon!

        That old, little mouse who could have, perhaps, kept mind as smart as a man!

For now, I’m a mere man… who once mind-melded with God and heaven beyond!

        Incontrovertibly tho, we all thoroughly reject In That Day Teachings’ stand.

 

We MUST give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

Got one last email,

        I put it in the trash,

Heavenward, we prevail!

        Where’s my donors’ cash?

 

We MUST give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

 

He said we’re missing…

        That we’re missing SO MUCH!

Our pride he’s dissing?

        Pride? It’s our favorite crutch!

 

We MUST give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

Never mind the sheep we feed our ego. Precious! Precious, our dear ego!

        Never mind that… New Christ-in-You Millennium, honor-the-indwelt Spirit!

Only we – the sub-taught by sub-sufficient seminaries –know how to go,

        We throw up and are sickened each time, In That Day Teachings, we hear it!

 

We MUST give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

Finally, got off his infernal email list,

        My prayers, by God, are full-answered!

He’s gibberish.  Don’t get his gist,

        His NEW, not our OLD, is “cancer-ed!”

 

We MUST give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

Too bad God,

        Doesn’t really answer – ever, no not ever – our prayers,

‘Tis so odd!

        Real prophets submit way under clericalism’s layers!

 

We MUST give him the back!

        We collectively couldn’t really care less!  COULDN’T CARE LESS!

He don’t know nuthin’, Jack!

        He, yes sir, He… not us… IS the god awful, unspeakable-bad mess!

 

No sir, God never gave us any, not even one… answer!

        Just an unbelievable, loony, Reno-ite, dumb-dancer,

Wonder… if we never change… how different will be future’s tomorrow?

        Wish God gave us a Jedi way out of our own: incomprehensible sorrow!

 

 

 

 

Church’s Hidden Prime Directive… Stinketh as a Dead Man!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/08/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(James Madison’s Law states that leaders aren’t angelic, they must be forced to correct!)

 

 (The “Prime Directive” in the Star Trek series was sort of a Progtard rule in which if the crew of the Enterprise discovered a planet of Eloi naïve creatures being eaten by a Morlock race of Troglodyte-Devolutionaries, the crew wasn’t supposed to blast the bad guys.  Most of the time, Kirk or Picard or Janeway or crew would blast them, proving the rule was idiotic, as all things Marx/Progtard – bet on it – are.  Sometimes the crew would honor the Prime Directive, and the story would end, in essence, proving the crew did wrong, not to save, not to redeem both good & bad!  Not blast bad guys?  Not stop evil taking all advantage?  To quote Ned from the movie Unforgiven: “The hell you say.”)

 

 

Even as Star Trek’s Prime Directive, 

        Was honored (surprise-surprise) only in the breach!

Churchianity allows nothing corrective,

        No Vulcan-smart prophet allowed – ever – to teach!

 

When will be the (faster, please!) swan song,

        For what’s gone on excruciatingly too long!

Christianity done sufficiently bad and wrong,

        Truth: marginal, Spirit of cracked gong.

 

These are the misspent, God awful, terrible voyages of,

        The Enter-Prophet-less-Prize… old, decrepit priesthood,

Hating Madison’s Law: leaders aren’t angels thereof,

        Compounding confusion iterations: the soul likelihood.

 

How to stop compounding confusion?

        Of the blind, non-angelic leaders leading the deceived into ditch?

Compounding amelioration could be the good fusion,

        With sounder Western Enlightened minds not with Progtard itch…

 

But yea rather, a good “un-connable” mind,

        Melds with Christ-in-You, verily-verily quick-come Christ!

But now it’s a gross Death-in-Christ grind,

        For the foul Prime Directive e’er causes a true prophet heist.

 

Think what you want,

        The Navajos said, Live with your thoughts,

Church itself vaunts!

        OH, GOD… WHAT THEY’VE BOUGHT!!!

 

 

What Happens When You Do the Un-seeable?  (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/06/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 (“Because a loveless world,” said Jesus, “is a sightless world…” John 14:23 The Message Bible, by Eugene Peterson)

 

 

I’ve done the undoable, 

        And I’ve wooed the un-woo-able,

Seen, in fact, the un-seeable,

        Heard what’s truly un-hearable!

 

What have you done, my son?  Tell Me, my son!

        Have you made yourself famous, or sold mega-greatly?

Discovered cancer’s cure? Wars, have you won?

        Or become the Henry Ford of robots: smart innately?

 

Nothing so easy I have done, none so easily done!

        I have discovered the secret of Your Son,

He comes quickly, but folks can’t really see!

        I’ve learned and teach this process, for free.

 

Then who will see this thing people cannot see?

        You know, LORD, if You will it be… if You will it be…

You’ve hit a home run, out of the park, but I won’t let you run the bases!

        Yes, I know, In That Day humility and pride, ugh, exchange places.

 

Will the mystery of Colossians 1:26-27 Christ-in-You be made more available?

        I’ve explained the Weltanschauung well enough, the reply: crickets chirping,

Son, clapping seals clapping over sin-leaders will stop being highest attainable,

        Weeping! Wailing! Howling! You’ll hear, thence: absolutely no “mirthing!”

 

What a mighty-great process, LORD!

        That oh so very stupid, nay extremely stupid, the stupidest of stupid leaders,

Of stupendous stupidity: be bored?

        And realize that they’ve been epic, very most-historic-stupid bottom feeders?

 

To discover Progtard-Progressive-Socialism-Communistic-Marx thought,

        Its resentment, illogic, authoritarianism is from Satan’s foul Mesmer-mind,

And that prosper-greed, rapture-fear, emergent-laziness they sin-bought,

        IS part of the Evil One’s dual mystic tyranny: Borg-hive, Hypnotoad-grind!

 

To think clearly and of a sound mind, for once reject,

        Bad pulpit thinking with its equivalent civic thinking!

Then: In That Day Teachings… holistically accept,

        And Christ-in-You’s ameliorating mind be drinking!

 

Ooh, what a sight, Governor!  In That Day, Governor!

        Yes, rascal scribe, holy-fool, you deserve to live long enough to see it!

I’ll laugh then LORD, when they wail, oh-wee, yes Sir!

        Civic & cleric tyranny dead, that in-Christ, we actually, in-Power, be it!

 

Of course, now the stupid leaders can’t see, they CAN’T SEE!

        They’re deaf from teaching clapping-seal-sheep to “ORH! ORH!” roar!

Stupid-ness loves stupid-ness and is stupid as stupid can be,

        Stupid-ness can call itself smart, up until God says, NO! NO MORE!

 

God opened wide the door to see… BEHOLD!

        In That Day Teachings’ Rosetta stone of understanding: Christ-in-You!

To a scribe-prophet in Reno… (how so bold!)

        When God opens same door to others, is it up to God… or, beloved, you?

 

Is it up to God, oh beloved, unbeknownst, called-to-meat reader,

        To awaken you to stupid ways of Mesmer church and state?

To repent of being a great “give-sin-to-milk-sheep” feeder?

        OR YOU… to get… Christ-in-You, with cogent-wise pate?

 

Ah yes, there’ll be weeping, and wailing and howling aplenty,

        In That Day of denouement, when our supposed angels realize devilish ways,

To realize the brazen sin non-angelic leaders… their bent: see,

        Leaders and followers will un-shackle themselves from slavery’s blind daze!

 

The mighty to the lowly will ask,

        How did we never see In That Day Teachings for the good that they are?

Never mind.  Sight’s new task:

        To un-screw up screwed up minds, from devolution… to bright star!

 

No more shenanigan church, no more emotionalism-witchcraft sold as God,

        No “narrative lies” trumping Western Enlightenment and liberty’s keep!

God, it’s going to be tough, like Star Wars or the Old West, though not odd,

        When lion leader lies down with defenseless sheep, only good to reap!

 

In That Day, yes In That Day,

        Lord, such darkness shown… once light is more maturely understood!

Hard truths, a hard, high way,

        Nothing less brings multitudes: Christ-in-You as Living Masters good!

               

 

 

Progtard & Eli Lions Eat Lambs vs. In That Day’s Restraint!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #11 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/28/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 (Many thanks to James Madison who taught us: it’s the leader-lions who eat li’l lambs!)

 

Mankind’s universal bane,

        Is and ever was from mystic tyranny church and state,

Think! Think thru the twain!

        Eli and Progtard lions eat sheep, sad is Earth’s fate!

 

Behold! In That Day Teachings proclaim,

        Western Enlightenment’s Tragic View! Oh, Yes! Hallelu!

Versus Progtard-Lions-Devouring-Sheep: brain-pain-in-You,

        And Eli-ism versus Christ-in-You!

 

Yes…verily, verily!

        Church and state mystic tyranny can be (In That Day) destroyed,

Merrily, merrily!

        When sheep and citizen starve out lions against them deployed!

 

Lions of church and state,

        Will lie down with sheep and not eat them!

When lion lips must wait,

        And realize the fate in hell that greets them!

 

For James Madison’s angel lesson must be learned,

        Sinner lion-leaders usually want to devour (like meth!) sinner sheep,

Western Enlightenment is by hard thought: earned,

        Progressivism is antichrist!  Communism’s decline & death it reaps!

 

A free market (see Milton Freedman) economy,  (Lo, man serves man.... to earn!)

        Keeps non-angel leaders from eating too much lamb!   

Christ-in-You’s church (See ITDTs) harmony,    (Hot-God-in-man… sin burns!)

        Keeps non-angel leaders from eating too much lamb!

 

Thus, even as 1776 was an ameliorating, high start,   (Put Victor Hanson in globe!)

        Then so also can be this Blessed Third Millennium,

Proud-lion-leader-muzzling is the utmost high art,     (See prophet Elihu with Job!)

        Church and state’s eating must be bare minimum!

 

Progtard’s elusive (by design) utopia blight,           (A real mental package: lazy!)

        And Eli-church’s soon-coming-God-to-repair-all-dystopia, (Selling: fright!)

Are both, too small a thing in God’s sight!          (Not to mention: aching crazy!)

        The true miracle, is when God-in-man makes the planet: just, about right!

 

Go to the stars! To the stars!

        Oh blessed race of Mine!

But now, you’re barred,

        Cannibals aren’t Divine!

 

Sinner “men (a)” must (somehow) save sinner “men (b)”…

        Without eating sinner “men (b)”…

Isaiah 11 and Luke 16 and Job’s Reveal infer this leadership sin,

        In That Day and the Spirit of 1776… bring Christ-in-You in!

 

Your Millennium work:

        Fix school, church, seminary, media and state,

Learn of Robert Burke,

        Utopian falsehoods must be gone from pate!

 

A people must be generally intelligent, moral and lover of laws & Constitution!

        Abraham Lincoln said in Lyceum in 1838, great he!  And liberty did he keep!

Now both state and Evangelical church are dumbed-down needing restitution,

        Mental shackles keep leaders dumb, immoral and lawless… and their sheep!

 

Lions shall lay down with lambs,

        When Eli-Clericalism-Popular-Wolves see how far they’re from I AM’s plan,

Lions shall lay down with lambs,

        When Progtard State-ism is evaporated by Tragic View’s self-restraint man!

 

Liberty is this: all pledging mutual self-restraint,

        This is the ONE THING Progtards and Eli’s can’t!

None of us are angels, so beware the hell in us!

        So allege to what’s best-available… without fuss!

 

Lions will lay down with lambs,

        ‘Cause all are at varying-inexorable stages of spirit, mind & body processing,

Lions will lay down with lambs,

        When Tragic View state and Christ-in-You church are non-angel confessing!

 

Yea, with Western Enlightened Tragic View state,

        And yes, as Christ-in-You church stays necessarily separate,

Both: powerfully effective against tyranny of pate,

        They’ll stop decline and death… In That Day!  Why wait?

 

Go to the stars! To the stars!

        Oh blessed race of Mine!

But now, you’re barred,

        Cannibals aren’t Divine!

 


How Utterly Perfect, This One-Eighty World! (In That Day!)

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/25/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 (Many thanks to Peter Schiff, who writes & speaks excellently of financial dystopia.)

 

 

North is south, up is down,

        Economics, the vote, schools, religion, politics, theology: unsound!

Satan now has NO frown!

        Folks not generally intelligent, nor moral!  Hating laws: profound!

 

We need inflation? Or so the great say!

        Fear rapture? Love give-to-get? Hurraye? Hurraye?

Increase taxes? More absconded away?

        All for the group? The individual has had his day?

 

To hell and gone with a Tragic View, non-therapeutic, Weltanschauung?

        Why, let’s face it!  It’s Progtard-communism to the core that Satan’s brung!

Leadership in church and state never themselves questioned, Achtung!

        Two expunged things: Christ-in-You and liberty… both never to be sung?

 

Friends, let me help take off those brain shackles!

        Such an helpmate, the gang oft tackles!

Plugging ears, they’re about dumb as mackerels,

        Group idiocy cares not: God’s hackles.

 

 - - - - -

 

Am I mad? Says God Almighty, yes, God Almighty!

        I give them the confusion of their stupid faces!

Do they need a true prophet who, with sight, sees?

        No! Their brains and rears have changed places.

 

So, what is a right thinking prophet to do?

        Pray? Repent? Be filled with rue? What then, does a prophet do?

Wait. Prepare… for brains to be unglued…

        When souls won’t vomit out what’s High and Hard and True.

 

Lay somewhat low,

        Oh mind-aligned prophet of Mine,

Believe it…so.  So…

        In That Day will come… Divine!

 

If angels were men,

        Governments of men wouldn’t be corrupt as hell,

Since pastors are low men,

        Luke 16 tells them to repent for all to be well!

 

Therefore, God is above & waiting…

        For non-angel pastors to see Mesmer-miasma sins and weep, wail and howl,

But now they’re all prophet-hating!

        So they get confusion times confusion (and stay 180 in jackassery) that’s all.

 

 

 

Luke 16: Code cracked... on Parable of the Dishonest Steward...

…. thru “In That Day Teachings”!

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/23/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Dear Professor Alyce M. McKenzie,

 

Thank you for your article about the Parable of the Steward... http://www.patheos.com//Progressive-Christian/Dishonest-Steward-Alyce-McKenzie-09-16-2013

 

Is not the following interpretation... actually the correct interpretation?  Please let me know... what you think!

 

Today, I am in sort of a high... God showed me the higher meaning of Luke 16's Dishonest Steward... in regards to In That Day Teachings... and its consistent message that as James Madison said in Federalist #51... men are not angels, nor are the men in government... so sin-passion must be aimed at sin-passion... since no government can ever really be trusted (they think they are above the law and above men!)... AND THIS APPLIES to wayward shepherds of lost Churchianity.

 

In the Luke 16 parable of the "Dishonest so-called Steward"... God in as much admits herein that almost any earth system has its corruptions... overt and covert.  God needs use corrupt “men (a)” to save corrupt “men (b)”.  Most of the time, corrupt “men (a)” forget to check or contain or limit their own corruptness, focusing only on the obvious, glaring so-called faults of normal corrupt “men (b)”, while themselves making the compound mistakes of living too large and raising THE NECESSARY STINK of this insuperable hypocritical paradox system TOO HIGH....

 

So then, corrupt “men (b)” complain of way-too-much corruption of corrupt “men (a)” to God Himself.   !!!

 

God (pretends - shocked! shocked! There's gambling going on here!) gets mad (ha, ha, wink, wink,) at corrupt "men (a)". Corrupt “men (a)” if they are smart (AND SO FAR, NONE ARE?!?) ... they fully repent to... corrupt “men (b)” and, in effect, return ill-gotten gain.  By this “In That Day Teachings” action... they “weep, wail and howl” for a long, long season -- openly telling the rubes they made how they did it... and pray to God, hoping against hope that everybody can undo the huge-monster mess the mesmerizers have made of Christian religion... and when this repentance is thorough... All men and God and heaven are pleased.

 

At this point, like in the parable, the amazing system is retained, with good will abounding all around, at how clever such a system is... to fix an almost unfixable situation (that sinners “a” help sinners “b” without “a” helping themselves to “b”!)...

 

In this amazing fashion... they elevate the system itself to astonishingly high arenas... where perchance a great deal of people work unto perfection, high-God maturity that is... Christ-in-You.

 

Universally, corrupt shepherds “a” eat unquestioned the hearts of sheep “b”... without realizing... neither sinning group “a” (shepherds) or acquiescent group “b” (willing-to-be-et-sheep)... will get very far in God this way... normally, just MILK, MILK, MILK everywhere in maturity, or lack thereof.

 

Nay rather, once “a” can FULLY and AT GREAT LENGTH REPENT to “b”, then both groups of sinners (shepherds-great-at-sinning “a” group and sheep-great-at-sinning “b” group.... those who love and make a lie... hint, hint!)... then both sheep and shepherd have a chance at true maturity, which is MEAT, MEAT, MEAT... all of which redounds unto Christ-in-You come now.

 

Right now, neither shepherds “a” nor sheep “b” are able to manifest high-Christ-indwelling, or maturity, or “perfection unto God,” or Christ-in-You.   i.e. there is no denouement whatsoever.   Rather, there is just endless pondering by the lost shepherds, endless consumption of pondering by the lost sheep. Dust unto dust, most of it egoistic hubris worthy of nothing but burning, burning, burning!

 

See www.inthatdayteachings.com for a full and mature Weltanschauung that redounds unto Christ-in-You... not dry-bones intellectual, endless shenanigans.

 

Regards,

 

Robert Winkler Burke

17115 Castle Pine Court

Reno, NV  89511

775-690-7293

 

www.inthatdayteaching.com

 

P.S.  I also have great revelation regarding 8-folk spirit-filled or obedient... in the Luke Christmas story (how God would have us avoid modern-day kill-zones... instead of repeating JUST baby-nativity plays at Christmas time)... the true meaning of Job's trials... (not maintaining my own rigid-righteous platitude ways of death before the Lord, even tho he slay my pride in such... until I gain holy flexibility of Elihu, author and prophet!)... and Christ-in-You comes now, behold, quickly... as referenced three times on last page of bible... in red, no less.)

 

In That Day Teachings hold enough treasures for a thousand seminaries with thousands of professors each.... to explain to the public, to write books for the public... to help the world ascend from its current dystopia of, yes, unkowning, dead-in-Christ leaders, leaders both in politics and clericalism... that are so oft sinner-leaders "a" devouring sinner plebes "b".... whereas the Tragic View Weltanschauung makes both politicians and clerical leaders more like America's Founding Fathers... who chose not to eat lambs.

 

THIS is the denouement of “In That Day” for the Eli Priesthood of Evangelical America, and the sheep eaten by them... unto a result of decline and more decline... until... the hard and bitter truths of a superior worldview, an ancient worldview, the Tragic View God gave to His people... that results in maximum dispersed power in individuals, minimal powers in governments (cleric & civic) of men corrupt, and the redounding good: Christ-in-You in man... not the self-dealing devils in man we now see virtually everywhere!  Good is the day…that is called, yes, “IN THAT DAY!”   …..  ;)

 

 

 

 

Comparing a Positive 249,900% Return vs. Losing Minus 99%!

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/20/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 (A definition of insanity is doing the same thing expecting a new result.)

 

 

Buy a Christian book for $25 about tomorrow,

        From Gatekeeper (believe them?) recommended, quid-pro-quo sources!

Read, then sell it in typical garage sale sorrow,

        For a Quarter! Of Gatekeepers or Reader-Buyers… who “remorses”?

 

Gatekeepers keep pushing such bound-to-be-worthless books out,

        Return on Investment (ROI) to buyers: a Very Negative 99 Percent!

Rube readers 25 Dollars in pocket… forever – yes, forever – out,

        Return on Investment (ROI) just 25 Cents… finances hell bent!

 

Now In That Day Teachings right now, right NOW!

        Are free on the internet.  And warn you of such running amok,

Even at a penny, they’d save you 25 bucks!  YES, that’s 25 bucks!

        ROI of $.01 to saving $25.00 equals 249,900%!  WOW!

 

Now, Gatekeeper recommended books on tomorrow,      (Don’t! Don’t buy them!)

        Can’t normally win the suckered… a Christ-n-You mind,

But In That Day Teachings can! Oh, wow, oh!                      (Try them! Try them!)

        Gatekeepers therefore DESPISE… In That Day’s find!

 

So, sadly, there it is,

        Rubes forced to buy what they shouldn’t,

It’s Gatekeeper biz!

        (If they only knew… they wouldn’t!)

 

The blind happily lead the blind,

        Into a ditch,

God has for us, I remind,

        Another wish!

 

What could be more dramatic?

        Than an In That Day Teachings’ 249,900% gain vs. a guaranteed 99% loss!

And what’s more rigid-fixed-automatic?

        Than Rubes kept ever blind by Gatekeepers, who must show who’s boss!

 

 

 

The Real Prophetic Has No Voice… But God’s!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/19/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 (A wise definition of a true prophet is one with harder words than 400 other prophets.)

 

 

 

Well friends, in truth, the real prophetic has no voice,

        But God’s,

BUT NOW it’s kept silent by gatekeepers’ bad choice!

        How odd!

 

The 400-prophet crowd agrees,

        How church is great!

Great its dumbing down fees,

        For church is late!

 

Church is late, late, late… seeing,

        Once blind leaders, having put the blind in ditch, all… then agree too much!

Agreement’s the thing? Agreeing?

        And that’s how they miss God’s Christ-in-You un-gullible, non-guile touch!

 

Have we been given a prison-break-out brain… in which to think?

        Or should we all just agree?

Shall we worship hypnotizing sub-taught leaders, low: rinky-dink?

        And call THAT how to be?

 

What if people heeded a large-vocabulary, intelligence-gifting prophet?

        One pointing to Western Enlightenment’s profound, Tragic View wisdom?

Why, the gatekeepers would have to say, We – inherently – were off it!

        But all good that would ensue… they BLOCK so Christ-in-You can’t come!

 

So, whose intelligence (and how much intelligence) is in charge here, anyway?

        The 400-prophet get-along crowd,

Or a right-smart, liberty-loving God, a God against Hypnotoads of In That Day?

        Soon enough, they won’t be loud…

 

Soon enough,

        The 400-prophetic hypno-crowd will weep, wail and howl!

God is tough!

        Tougher than the faux prophets, each with a glass jowl.

 

Then there’s the 400 million,              (Or more like Four Billion?)

        Who followed the faux prophet-400 deceived, man by man… so deceived!

There’ll be cries by the zillion,            (Amelioration then begun!)

        In That Day, Intelligent-Millennium-liberty-loving-Christ-in-You: received!

 

 

 

 

 

Laddering Up… In That… Up, Up and Way… Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/16/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

(Anybody ever count the number of stanzas of these poems?  Also, hat tip to the 5th Dimension and their 1967 recording of “Up, Up and Away” by Jimmy Webb.– rwb)

 

 

Can’t believe people couldn’t have seen it,

        All along,

All the Milk Christians to whom Christ does,

        All belong.

 

For two thousand years not anywhere near enough,

        Christ-in-You tasted,

By a low ascension general populace, God bless ‘em,

        Christ-in-You wasted.

 

But no more does that have to happen, to be…

        Cruel fate,

That there are no intelligent observers, themselves free,

        To wait…

 

To wait for the general laddering up of,

        Moral awareness,

To see with eyes to see the Christian “conning” of,

        Brains’ barrenness.

 

And to forgive the “con’ers,” who at the core of it all,

        Have low faith,

And have believed in a rather dead, rather dumb God,

        Who winks at rape…

 

Our good God does not wink, condone or bless…

        Mind meddling,

Why church IS often THIS, is anybody’s guess…

        Lie peddling…

 

Lie peddling no longer needs be Young Adult Pastor,

        To Grey-Haired Disaster,

It’s Truth God IS after… the hard prophet’s truth,

        Faster, please… faster.

 

Actually, In That Day Teachings are fully, cogently this,

        And a whole lot more,

Funny thing happened, on the way to Christ-in-You bliss,

        Church became a whore.

 

It’s okay, everything in the end, and I can say this with some surety,

        Everything will turn out all right,

If… and it’s a big if… if church leaders can ladder up God purely,

        And Christ-in-You… not fight.

 

Prima facie, on the face of it, the beauty face of it,

        Christ-in-You, He HAS come,

It’s different, but undeniable, the pace of it,

        Christ-IN-You…CAN come!

 

Only,

        Who will believe? Who has Faith? Who is making God, at this point, mad?

Only,

        Who will ladder up?   God saith… Man, your pride in ignorance is so sad!

 

You?

        Will it be you who learns of meat, not rancid milk?

Ha!

        Most of you, prove Me wrong, want & shall bilk!

 

Shall you be, In This, YES, That Day, YES, I call it In That Day, shall you be…

        Be a Judas? Or a Christ-in-You?

In Judgment we meet, I ask? Christ-in-You? You, shocked, say… you… to Me,

        “I COULD ‘a… if only I knew!”

 

 

 

 

North Face Explorers… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/15/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

In the Northern Hemisphere’s High Country, the easiest access to a mountain is usually the south face, which will have trails used by man and beast… since this region is blessed with sunshine that melts the snowpack.  East and west approaches have less sun, but are nonetheless usually accessible.  But the North Face of a mountain can hold much snow and peril…

 

 

North Face Explorer… what’s there?

        Anything a mountain can cover, hold and hide!

From tropical lagoons to mean bears,

        Gold, riches, treasure… from Lion-God’s pride!

 

The world thinks North Face Explorers dumb,

        Clever like a fox we are,

No calculator can sum,

        God’s jar!

 

North Face Exlorers,

        Make no carnal sense,

God! Not “either or’ers!”

        No pretense.

 

Chase after God,

        And He finds you, brothers, sisters, even children, oh North Face Explorers,

The game is odd,

        Yet, dreams come true… God insists, He does… for North Face Explorers!

 

 

 

So Impoverished by Following Wrong Doxies… Pen Pointless!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/13/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

None are so blind, as those who want to be!

 

News Headline:  “Ballpoint pen a ‘luxury item’ in North Korea.” (Breitbart’s Big Peace)

 

 

In a way, Evangelical Christians,

        Are as poor and spirit-mentally hobbled… as a North Korean!

To them, ballpoint pens are scarce luxury items,

        Prophetic Truth, as rare for Christians… not much with I AM.

 

Eugene Peterson would understand,

        Who is and who is not… con man,

Who’s babified but dressed up for whoopee Paris!

        Who’s sincerely wayward, and so far from near miss!

 

For, there appears to be no intellectual observers,  (Intellectuals: Gone Somehow!)

        Who aren’t enslaved and mind trapped by the con’ers,

Or wanting much to lead, someway, the harangue gang,  (As post-Lenin Moscow!)

        So disturbed all are to learn In That Day’s sane plan!

 

You see, the poor under-taught, locked North Koreans,

        Have been brain-trained to fear the ROK Army and liberty-gifting USA,

Same with church purposely sub-taught plebeians,

        They fear the True Prophet with Gordian Knot sword of In That Day!

 

First reaction of Progressive Communist brainwashed souls of North Korea,

        To true liberation,

Will be to think worse than their hell life the USA’ll bring: end times gorilla?

        Not… unification!

 

Not unification with (true beloved) soul mates…

        Blood relatives of oh-so-despised Korea South!                        (Trapped for sure!)

Just as Christian gatekeepers and leaders hate!

        Yes, hate correction’s hard sock on their mouth!            (Lovin’ sinecure!)

 

The sane (non-commie-brain) world knows, just as sane heaven knows…

        North Korea to South will be as East was loved into great West Germany!

So also charismatic insanity will be to In That Day’s Christ-in-You gaining prose,

        Will be sane-brain’s good foundation, God above, & man-in-God harmony!

 

But for now it is… nothing but endless near misses!

        Starved North Koreans: wretched, poor to mad point of ballpoint pen-less!

And church: Christ-in-You blind… bliss-less-ness!

        And gatekeeper leaders hiding enslavement-rot sins they won’t ever confess!

 

 

 

Let’s Put Ignorance (Gone Past its Time…) in a Fire of Revival!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/10/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

“Ye know the seasons…”

 

ITDTs joke:  Do you know why true prophets can never, ever really get lost? 

Answer: because preachers always tell them where to go!

 

The next sovereign revival, the one church has prayed for…

        Will be a superagency of non-fundamental, non-rube-creating education!

Ask: Is it using same old mind-mantras that enslave more?

        Or is it non-spurious?… hence setting virtually free each upgrade nation!

 

Intelligence shall be the key hallmark, sovereign beautifier!

        Not sub-educated drones on playback: Our preacher (only!) has the word?

Such stunning ignorance, no longer unbeknownst, put in fire!

Pride in ignorance makes slaves of men.  To fight intelligence is absurd!

 

Sub-taught preachers think Higher Ways they don’t know,

        Are too recondite?                       (God’s High-Point Weltanschauung!)

They might as well ask Satan to put in their head a hole!

        Slavery, now fight!                       (Give hell, not sheep, hell! Achtung!)

 

Pastors: Show the world every trickster-knowledge "wile-mesmerization” trick!

        Pastors: Showmanship – explain!  Stage hypnotism – explain!

Pastors: Show the cons of clericalism!  How it is so hidden & S-I-C-K sick!

        Pastors: Misdirection – explain!  Money Suggestion – explain!

 

Explain red flag words that wool-over-eyes deceivers use,

        Stuff.  Cool.  Incredible.  Unbelievable.  Whatever. Guys. Cute. Holy Ghost.

Give! Give your audience eyes to see – no more confused!

        God is the Word! Upside down nomenclature: He won’t, no He won’t host!

 

Each paragraph of your new vocabulary preaching, teaching,   (Eject fear, greed!)

        Should or could contain a Higher Thought brain-growth meme,

To appeal to not lower base elements… but higher reaching,    (Eject lazy seed!)

        Then include a common dope’s trope… know what I mean?

 

Say, I was going to wear designer cut jeans,

        Feigning nearness to blue collar guns, nail guns and fingers worked to bone!

And match it with elbow-patch jacket serene,

        With ten grand watch. An image: low/high brow, riched up Mesmer gnome!

 

Then say, So instead I have my un-tucked shirt,

        Indicating an older man’s growing mindless, leisure belly,

Oh dear audience!  See how leaders make eyes divert,

        The brains God gave you are to strengthen, not be inert jelly!

 

The next revival, the only true Sovereign of God revival,

        Shall be just: more and more and more again… painful truth!

Our seminary-pride-enhanced demons of sin imbibed all!

        Leadership’s cup is full of naught but sin, all else forsoothed!

 

A savant twelve-year-old, without really much brain effort,

        Would see that In That Day Teachings are God-3rd-Millennium higher love!

And easily conclude it’s church wolves who revival abort!

        This isn’t insuperable.  Endless sub-taught slavery is from below, not above.

 

The world doesn’t need sub-taught missionaries,                   (Of endless decline!)

        From advanced nations promulgating Progtard civic-cleric regression!

Weeping! Wailing! Howling! Shall leaders tarry?                  (Keeping bad rhyme!)

        When, oh when, will Hypnotoads shut eyes and Mesmer eye sessions?

 

I, Robert Winkler Burke, man-of-war, prophet, true apostle, testify,

        To twenty, nay sixty years obedience to this Higher-mentality God’s work,

My bank account is good.  My health: fantastic! I do not in this lie,

        God loves and takes care of me, while cruel & useless wolves think me jerk!

 

I’ve been given healing Christ-in-You hands,

        And a mind-in-Christ that heals minds and souls, especially spirits too!

King David’s art, I teach. I try to love grand!

        Crede Mihi! In That Day Teachings work! Try them! Please, won’t you?

 

And why the expanded vocabulary?

        Why the English, the French, the German, the Latin?

For Christ-in-You’s mind: necessary!

        In That Day: Mr. Webster, in heaven, he’s dancin’!

 

You see, by their fruits reaped ye shall know them,

        Modern churchianity’s leaders are full of disrespect to “ brainiac guys” et al,

Weep! Wail! Howl! Wolves’ brains steeped in sin!

        But it’s fixable! Humble seminaries to ITDTs… God’s mind is… for all!

 

Aye, there’s the rub…                                    (Church: Klingon Kronos Anachronistic?)

        There is no way on earth or universe… to get around honoring the honorable!

How long rwb snub?                           (Rather: trek stars Christ-in-You fantastic!)

        Time is running out.  Leaders!  Don’t exalt pride.  Dung stinketh… in stable.

 

       

       

       

 

 

 

 

        Making church, state, schooling, media – everything! – a vapid disgrace!

 

 

Can the World’s Most Incomprehensible Loss… be Avenged?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/08/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hat tip to Victor Davis Hanson: The Outlaw Campus, 1/7/2014

 

“But is it me they’re hurting?” God’s Decree! “Aren’t they just hurting themselves? Exposing themselves shamefully? Making themselves ridiculous?”  – Jeremiah 7:19

The Message

 

Do they provoke me to anger? Saith the LORD: do they not provoke themselves to the confusion of their own faces?  – Jeremiah 7:19 King James Version

 

Am I the One Whom they provoke to anger? Says the Lord.  Is it not themselves [whom they provoke], to their own confusion and vexation and to their own shame?  – Jeremiah 7:19 Amplified Bible

 

Holy Christ! Where has Christ-in-You gone?                      (Or… Holy Fools?)

        Rogue Institution Church chased that Divine Enablement ability far away!

An incomprehensible loss! Living Masters forever forsworn,  (God’s jewels!)

        Root and branch reform needed, but its leaders always say: NOT today?

 

God has justly given rogue-outlaw institution-church,

        The confusion, astonishingly deep & wide, of its New-Millennium dull face!

Musty cuckoo birds preen on a cruel and useless perch,

        Making church, state, schooling, media – everything! – a vapid disgrace!

 

When the Eli Priesthood is this screwed up,  (Nigh impossible to express how…)

        Mature seers become, strangely of course, Public Enemy Number One!

Banal doxies, decline thoughts: puked up,     (Self-stupefied most cleric’s brow!)

        Served to a starved, enslaved sheep: naught but rube-making e’er begun!

 

God’s plan for man, almost all the way… made to magically evaporate,

        By Satan’s tragic, false-intelligence: river-mouth lies!    (Global mind-blight!)

In That Day Teachings now come, thru poetic language, to ameliorate,

        And bring sagacious-brained Christ-in-You: wise!         (Olde Western Light!)

 

Hasn’t perverse Churchianity exploited its vapid, fruitless content enough?

        Isn’t the world ready for In That Day’s remedy… necessarily harsh & tough?

Modern Meridians of life rediscovered to see, feel God thru a superior lens,

        How about it outlaw leaders corrupt? Avenge! By Christ-in-You be cleansed!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Matthew 6:7-13 (The Message)

 

7-13 “The world is full of so-called prayer warriors who are prayer-ignorant. They’re full of formulas and programs and advice, peddling techniques for getting what you want from God. Don’t fall for that nonsense.

 

Matthew 5:48 (The Message)

 

48 “In a word, what I’m saying is, Grow up. You’re kingdom subjects. Now live like it. Live out your God-created identity. Live generously and graciously toward others, the way God lives toward you.”

 

Matthew 7:15-23 (The Message)

 

15-20 “Be wary of false preachers who smile a lot, dripping with practiced sincerity. Chances are they are out to rip you off some way or other. Don’t be impressed with charisma; look for character. Who preachers are is the main thing, not what they say. A genuine leader will never exploit your emotions or your pocketbook. These diseased trees with their bad apples are going to be chopped down and burned.

21-23 “Knowing the correct password—saying ‘Master, Master,’ for instance—isn’t going to get you anywhere with me. What is required is serious obedience—doing what my Father wills. I can see it now—at the Final Judgment thousands strutting up to me and saying, ‘Master, we preached the Message, we bashed the demons, our God-sponsored projects had everyone talking.’ And do you know what I am going to say? ‘You missed the boat. All you did was use me to make yourselves important. You don’t impress me one bit. You’re out of here.’

 

 

 

On the for Pro(fi)phet’s Sake “Buy My Book!” Crowd

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/04/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Mark Twain reportedly wrote that an American must think for himself… imagine that!

 

Buy my book on the three unknown-to-you demons haranguing you!

        And you’ll take care of them, too!

I know the three demons, oh yes I do!  I know three in you! Don’t you?

And you’ll take care of them, too!

 

Like church pastors know and pro(pa)thetic authors know,

               Three demons, they say, haranguing you!               (Yah, right!)

And they’ll teach you –  how nice of them! –  just… ah so!

               These demons, you’ll rid them, too!                        (Such blight!)

 

WAIT!  How many are in “Tee-Oh-Oh” too?

               It numbers two… or it numbers three?   (Says: Invisible Stage Dummy!)

If we are gullible, unquestioning nincompoops,

               Are we really and truly… demon free?   (Manifesting at times Crummy!)

 

And those who would free us…

               Are they selling to, and feeding on (in us), unclean things unnamed?

Are they unbeknownst eating us…

               Because they aren’t Living Masters, deep-soul-clean, in the main?

 

Well, of course, yes, yes, yes!

               Tell the huckster preachers this: You become Godzilla!

You become the worst to them, I guess,

               When you say the crap they sell ain’t sweet vanilla!

 

Yet the master-beguiled get money and power selling to the poor-beguiled,

               So, for the beguile-masters… it works!

Or so they think.  Really, it’s just recompense higher and higher compiled,

               And I am, they think, the worst of jerks.

 

So I say, read (for free) my In That Day Teachings books,

               You’ll get eyes to see the lay of the land,

Shepherd wolves! Author wolves! You’ll see all the kooks!

               After a decade or two, you’ll understand.

 

Who knows? (God does!)       (Not the Milky Church Way!)

               With fine-tuned two-way radio, anything is possible,

Riches? Thar’ she blows!        (With meat, In That Day!)

               Job’s double blessing is on me!  It’s the truth gospel!

 

Is justice… getting God to hammer the charlatan-puerile-sub-taught idiots?

               Or… living Christ-in-You really, really, ASTONISHINGLY well?

For King Confusion (alone!) takes care of Poser Shepherd Moral Midgets,

               While God takes extraordinary pride in whom He can indwell!

 

Yet even now the readers of the poems,                    (Needing Christ-in-Morph!)

               With access, for free on the internet, In That Day Teachings’ tomes,

Still behave like untaught, sub-taught gnomes,          (Ageless moral dwarves!)

               With NO FAITH, NO SHRED OF FAITH… for Christ-in-You homes.

 

 

Shake Hands with Better? (Who Dares?...In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/01/14 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

“I have no doubt at all the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter.  Ye gods, forgive my ‘literary’ sins’ – the other kind don’t matter.”  – Robert W. Service 1874-1958

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shake hands with better!

        The man said to me,

Shake hands with better!

        It’ll set you free.

 

I told him, No Thanks!

        I go to church, I’m a pastor, & my church is really mega!

Jesus filled my tanks,

        We’re incurious zealots! None has what we have betta’!

 

But… he had a look, that certain indescribable look, of Jesus in his eye,

        It made me suspicious!

His sheer presence made my sinful, egoistic, hubristic soul want to cry,

        So I became vicious!

 

You must be a cult member!

        I said, oh bad-bad sir,                  (I bit him, loving the flavor!)

I’m above, you: a pretender!

        You: Dead! God prefers!             (It’d be doing God a favor!)

 

See, we neither expect nor respect,

        Intelligent, dupe-halting, Christ-in-You indwelling!

We sell knavery, I at times suspect,

        Unbeknownst: So don’t tell us we are hell selling!

 

Shake hands with better in the great New Year!

        The rude man from In That Day Teachings said to me,

It’ll prove meat trumps milk, giving ears to hear!

        I gave him my back! God’s so proud of me, spiritually!

 

Shake hands with better?

        Churchianity knows the perfect, time-honored answer to that!

CRUCIFY the BETTER!

        Ignore! Close In That Day Teachings! Kersplat! Dead flat!

 

After twenty, nay sixty years of heavenly struggle, then this, in short,

        Is how In That Day Teachings are sinfully, closed-soul received,

Milk-saturated minds say of Christ-in-You meat’s maturity: ABORT!

        Find the answer now: Is, or is not, God tremendously grieved?

       

Because, you know, if this work,

        Is True… then as author: does it stratospherically bless me?

What has become of R. Burke?

        I’m double-blessed like Job… with Christ-in-You: yippee!

 

For I was once asked: Shake hands with better?

        When High Teachings came to me, I said, YES! (Believing meritocracy!)

Milk-puerile church folk seem to know better!

        Pride stops the Sons of Milk every time, I guess.  (Believing idiocracy?)

 

So now, I find the certain oil company that I’m in,

        Keeps hitting gushers! I write poems & money flows! Is this…  then a sin?

With In That Day Teachings I’m wisdom’d full in,

        Christ-in-You! His usher-er! To be un-gullible like Him: so free…is a sin?

 

So meat IS better than milk!

        Although the impoverished pastors and preachers and prophets say different!

Humbled, I wish was their ilk,

        ‘Til then, In That Day Teachings stay closed to them, Christ-in-You: absent!

 

 

 

Old Mind Enslavement Tricks Are the Best Enslavement Tricks!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/23/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

“Men must be governed by God or they will be ruled by tyrants.” – William Penn

 

 

I had a business partner who borrowed,

        Hundreds of thousands of dollars,

I said, Pay it back, lest we be sorrowed!

        He didn’t… I met debt’s collars.

 

But I’ll always remember what oddly he always said to me,

        Robert, you don’t understand!

God was teaching me esoterics’ hatred of our God’s reality,

        Gnostics are a mystic brand.

 

Progressivism surely is mystic tyranny,

        Saying, There is no absolute truth, morality, standard, rule or value,

Even if it were true, it’d still be insanity,

        ‘Cause their leaders insist this is that, and you are what they call you.

 

When questioned… they rebel!

        Saying, There is no absolute truth or value,        (Is IS whatsoever they say!)

It’s you they think from hell!

        Absolute, their monarchy to say who’s who.       (To them, for mercy pray!)

 

Shock of shock, our Evangelical world’s much the same,

        Milked out insanity, ever more babyish and puerile!

If a prophet shows meat’s spirit path to Christ’s brain,

        Shepherds get Gnostic with whatever vile bile.

 

How “only leaders know” and “sheep: never” is the club,

        The mystic tyranny cleric-and-politic-leader crowd,  (Kings & supplicants!)

Esoteric their “say-is-so!” (Always moreso’n you, bub!)

        They’re noise and fury, signifying nothing but loud. (Saying, Truth recant!)

 

Loud are their mystic chains of pedagogic-magic, high-success-rate enslavement,

        Cutting bone-deep into our failing skin!    (Braggadocios: equipping saints?)

Sheep politically, clerically contained by purpose-driven dupe “in-knave-ment,”

        All to still true prophets calling within!       (Gnostics make in-Christ?-Ain’ts!)

 

So vapid-anachronistic, devoid of history and even time,

        Church and state, tomorrowless-yesterdayless, with rubes well made!

State teaches proto-Mesmer younglings its rape rhymes,

        Church leaders, esoteric brainwashed, mindlessly lock in the charade!

 

And what is the charade?

        It’s brazen politic-cleric leaders saying reality is what they say,

But In That Day is made!

        Its teachings return Christ-in-You, yet shall any shout, Hurray?

 

Shall Christ-in-You and Christ’s mind come,

        Through High Teachings at great, great cost: hard-fought bought,

Only to be ignored and called a zero sum?

        As Eloi turn to Morlocks, agreeing what they say is what ought!

 

Minds have been meddled with,

        They’ve been brutally raped and burned!

In That Day turns all sad Sith,

        To Jedi Christ-in-You, if… yes… earned.

 

What meme from church and state,

        Is not thoroughly esoteric and God-indweltness ever disallowing?

Their club the truthful can’t partake,

        All hail and glory to the “You don’t understand” kowtow-bowing?

 

One would think… some… great body of people!

        Would get tired of brown-nosing and kissing rank-odor butts,

But church-and-state has made a purposed sheeple,

        And In That Day Teachings, they agree, make too hard cuts.

 

So, reality is what leader-Gnostics say it now is,       (Debt never ever paid back?)

        Until it is something they esoterically-mystically say is different!

Whose hands are tied by this old, universal bliss?      (Since when is white black?)

        In That Day’s books stay closed until blindness, somehow, is rent.

 

Alas, and alack,

        Weep!  Wail! And…Howl!         (This thing, with perfect endless loops!)

Taken aback,

        God: good! We, so foul!              (Church-State endless making dupes!)

 

So great… Christ-in-You!

        So hard, the propagandized church and state (hidden) mind-enslavement!

Prayers… answered true,

        But the poor sheep, even poor wolves can’t see where their brains went!

 

The gatekeepers, leaders, yea even sub-taught prophets can’t see worth a dang!

        As In That Day Teachings ameliorate freedom and restore all good things,

How great the hubris, the pride, the debilitating Rape-Gnostic Weltanshauung!

        In That Day’s books stay closed ‘til love of blindness fulfills what it brings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Fathers are Sad-Stupid, Sons are Angry! (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/15/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hat tip to The Great Books of Western Enlightenment & the Bible, ‘natch!

 

 

 

Kids are growing up honestly angry…

        Because fathers are loathsomely stupid,

And don’t have mature answers,

        Having played the Devil’s gay cupid!

 

Screwed up religiously, screwed up politically,          (Not to mention, unpatriotic!)

        The fathers aren’t free!                (Nor are they, by definition, manly!)

The sons know full well they’re screwed!                  (Sons can see dads R idiotic!)

        Christ… they can’t see.               (Yet could come IN THEM grandly!)

 

The youngest know the oldest aren’t wise,

        The youngest know, if they somehow could plow thru it,

They’d brutalize, excruciate and sacrifice,

        All their precious life’s years… to get to High Truth’s it!

 

The old, who regulate and man all the important info gates,

        Cling to power,                            (The only thing they’ve got!)

Hence… the young have a doomed sense of their own fates,

        Bad, their hour!                           (Unmitigated sin… begot!)

 

Why do I say this?  Why do I know this?

        I have clearly seen the worldviews now popularly existent!

They aren’t old and wise, but prophet-less,

        Church and state are weirdly linked and kinked: hell bent!

 

Progtardism, which is reverse-ascension: but veiled,

        Enslaves thru cheap mind control via (ye gods!) church and state!

It begins K thru 12, then university: brains blackmailed,

        Hence souls ruined by compliant clericalism’s death-checkmate!

 

Gee, I get what In That Day Teachings are about!

        Restoration of all things redounding to Christ-in-You: God’s Great redoubt!

Relax, oh doomed seed of stupid, insouciant father-louts,

        I spent my excruciating life to proffer multitudes God’s good way up and out!

 

In That Day Teachings don’t break the bible,

        They, more or less, confirm every jot and tittle, yes! Every jot and tittle!

It’s all too shocking for leaders blood-guilt liable,

        In That Day and Christ-in-You works with faith, not rejection’s spittle.

 

See the spit fly!

        From gatekeepers of Evangelical-brazen insanity!

My, oh my!

        In That Day Teachings, verily, are NOT vanity!

 

Prima facie, on the eyes-to-see face of it,

        Time proves always who is who!

Idiots in church and state keep hold in fits,

        But, In That Day… will come true!

 

Truth, we can now all see,

        Is going to hurt Satan’s river-mouth lie-lovers a lot! Quite a lot!

In That Day wants all, yes all, free!

        Love fathers, but love more… leaving fathers’ failed whatnot!

 

Gain reason! Gain logic!

        Gain, for Christ’s sake, creativity!          (See why leadership sins most!)

Christ-in-You! Don’t mock it!

        In That Day, in God, how to be!             (Trust, verify your leader host!)

 

The olde Weltanschauung to learn line by line is rationally well-explained,

        By Victor Davis Hanson as the Jewish-Greek-Roman “Tragic View,”

Versus church-state’s Proggie, witch’s brew: “Therapeutic” bird-brained,

        “Tragic” lines and precepts make room (humbly) for Christ-in-You!

 

Behold, the restoration of all things, yes, yes! All things,

        Not rapture’s end-times, inkblot-utopian hastening of fundamental eschaton!

Eric Voeglin said such moronic thought just distopia brings,

        Yes, it’s a big enchilada mind-meal, but versus the alternative: let’s get it on!

 

You see higher thought, critical reasoning, awareness: intelligently full-eliminate,

        Shenanigan leadership’s cheap mind-tricks to enslave!

So: Out must go Churchianity’s emergent-laziness, faddism, egoism’s large plate!

        What suppose ye happens, ascension-wise, sans-knave?

 

Can it be true, meat not milk?  Great God in heaven, could it really, really be true?

        Of God’s Spirit just in time for me and you?

See big-LITTLE men behind the curtains, don’t bilk!

        In That Day: Biblical dénouement, high sight redounds unto Christ-in-You!

 

And you will have God’s sane-judgment mind and proper accord with all good,

        And proper discord, even God’s, with bad and bad’s rotten food!

Sons, lose the anger against idiot, hopelessly dumbed-down enslaved fathers,

        Truth has come known, In That Day, and Christ-in-You… if any bothers!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Doctrine-Driven Suicides, Who & What is the Insouciant Cause?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/12/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Doctrine-Driven Suicides, who’s to blame?

        Seminaries of ease? Gatekeepers who please?

Pastors now killing themselves… in fame!

        Nowhere to go, when in trouble… no ease!

 

Inside they know they sell fear,

        Now they’ve got it!

Inside they know they sell greed,         (Spirit Adultery causes Adultery Acts, duh!)

        Now they’ve got it!

Inside they know they sell slouch,        (Recalcitrance causes Recompense, uh huh!)

        Now they’ve got it!

And it all redounded onto them, ouch!

        Now, they’ve got it?

 

Meanwhile, back at the In That Day ranch,

        Mark 16:20 signs to the extreme positive… enrichingly abound!

Cut back to imploding church empires without chance,

        Because not one Churchianity leader: inquisitive… is around!

 

Everywhere church news is full of,

        Big reverse Mark 16:20 signs showing the universe’s disfavor,

For eyes to see, not Hypnotoad ruled of,

        But obviously, the universe throws up churchianity’s… flavor.

 

Pastors get in trouble because through glaringly bad doxie,

        Cheap thinking, self-art and unquestioned sales-hypno-tactics they succeed,

Then bad redounds (not Christ-in-You) by their own moxie,

        Bigger idiot pastor intervention, they don’t… but high teachings they need!

 

Inside they know they sell fear,

        Now they’ve got it!

Inside they know they sell greed,         (Spirit Adultery causes Adultery Acts, duh!)

        Now they’ve got it!

Inside they know they sell slouch,        (Recalcitrance causes Recompense, uh huh!)

        Now they’ve got it!

And it all redounded onto them, ouch!

        Now, they’ve got it?

 

Doctrine-Driven Suicides, who’s to blame?

        Seminaries of ease? Gatekeepers who can do nothing but always please?

Pastors now killing themselves… in fame!

        Too bad “In That Day Teachings” have no name. Truth has a freeze!

 

What’s so bad with mindfully eliminating,

        Bad doxies – crazy doxies – whereby hirelings sell ethereal meth!

Shepherds dance with demons gyrating,

        Until In That Day & Christ-in-You honored…wolves court death!

 

Western Enlightenment would fix much,

        So would be a great awakening day of shenanigan-illuminating dénouement,

In That Day Teachings explain such,

        When’ll gatekeepers-publishers-shepherds see: magnum opus improvement?

 

Inside they know they sell fear,

        Now they’ve got it!

Inside they know they sell greed,         (Spirit Adultery causes Adultery Acts, duh!)

        Now they’ve got it!

Inside they know they sell slouch,        (Recalcitrance causes Recompense, uh huh!)

        Now they’ve got it!

And it all redounded onto them, ouch!

        Now, they’ve got it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Condescending Arrogance Enjoys Anachronistic Timelessness!   

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/10/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hat tip to Yuval Levin and his book “The Great Debate”

 

 

 

Is there a cruel and useless Progtard meme,

        The Evangelical Priesthood doesn’t enjoy?        (Necessarily quite Gnostic!)

Take Calvary’s wastrel disconnect theme,

        Through end-times-inkblot’s wild employ…      (Co-winky-dink: so caustic!)

 

Instead of olde Edmund Burke’s,

        Deeply rooted calm everywhere,    (Us: reposed oaks, chewing cud, so wise!)

There’s Panic’s fecund works,

        Left Behind!!!?  We should care?  (Us: panicked nabob-rubes, ill-advised?)

 

What came before in Chrstianity’s profound insight,

        Never mind? A moment! A fearful moment is coming now… or soon?

Pay for the book? The seminar? Into wallet: bite?

        Forget past? Future? Nowism is the shark-wolf-prophet’s blessed boon!

 

Breathless, the prophet-wolves speak,

        Feckless, they shepherd all desolation things,     (Ruining family inheritance!)

Reckless, they are “NOW” freaks,

        They Mesmer like three circus cut-rate rings.      (Cunning, the hypno-trance!)

 

Never a moment to consider ascension,

        Each generation possibly makes!

Never Living Masters mentioned,

        Just brain-bashing, ingrate flakes!

 

Never a connection with inestimable Christ-in-You,

        Their doctrines are weird-hellacious, logic-less, reason-less, shaky,

Just hypnotic goose-bumps over what’s untrue,

        Never asking leadership, no you can never ask ‘em: “Why so flaky?”

 

Living lives, in truth little better,

        Than flies of a summer,  

Suicide, self-destruction unfettered,

        Ministries of BUMMER!

 

Utterly absent: Western (self-dealing wolves exposed!) Enlightenment,

        Just lives utterly unexamined and purposely un-examine-able!

Socrates would see blightened (brains & butts transposed!) tenements,

        God says the desolate, thru pride, abominable-uninhabitable!

 

Since God is outside time: Eternal,

        And to be Christ-in-You indwelt touches parts of His Eternity,

Progtard-leaven church is infernal,

        Limited in vocabulary, time-locked-out, BAD! Can any see?

 

Can anybody now see?

        In That Day Teachings have God’s ameliorating love for today!

Who wants to be free?

        Join Edmund and Robert Burke’s continuum-in-Christ! Hurray!

 

Birds of a feather flock (not just hide in the internet) together,

        Choose you a better worldview Weltanschauung … or the dead “conner,”

Men and women of high quality minds make the world better,

        Now is the time for In That Day… the old antichrist way: it’s a goner!

 

Is dénouement bad?  Or is dumbing-down-church… just fine and dandy?

        Is higher language, vocabulary, thought: of God and His Christ-in-You mind?

Or shall the way of the last fifty years… be the next Millennium’s candy?

        Seek!  Question everything!  Make authority answer!  And you shall… find!

 

Bottom line: End-time-ism works like arsenic-tonic did for poor King George,

        It drove a good man utterly, stark-raving crazy,

In That Day Teachings wants in you Christ-in-You and to stop wolves’ gorge,

        Ask yourself which Burke… or work… is lazy?

 

How easy ‘tis to convey mud-mask fright thru the Jerusalem News Post!

        How hard it is to honor Christ-in-You’s blood-task child-man-woman host!

What a wrecked-out, crass world Progtard cleric and politic men have made!

        How great to get out of their wrong and this dumbed-down age’s mass grave!

       

 

 

 

 

Man’s Sin Evidences Itself as Slavery (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/05/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Man’s sin evidences itself as slavery,

        Overt and covert,

First chains, then mental wine-sherry,

Whatever works.

 

We look down our proud noses,

        At past slave owners absconding riches thru another man’s sweat,

Thinking we’re this age’s Moses?

        Then, allowing Progtards to enslave all with best slave system yet?

 

Progtard Kool-Aid in church lines and memes,

        Progtard Kool-Aid in gargantuan state,

Progtardism in all public education themes,

        Progtardism thru media-approved hate.

 

A Revelation-Revolution is brewing, yes sir, it is brewing!

        But God’s good Kingdom will be lost for want of a horse shoe!

A whole horse of ideas must be et, and it’s hard doing,

        In That Day Teachings’ goal is the Mind-of-Christ-in-You!

 

And what, spiritually… pray tell,

        Is the In That Day Teachings’ biblically real: Mind-of-Christ-in-You?

Spiritual meat! Meat done well,

        Not milk madmen herding and harvesting all they can misconstrue!

 

In That Day Teachings are many precepts,

        Lines, memes, tropes, here a little, there a little!

Explaining just how to live exceptional bets,

        Civic and politic non-tyranny via roof fiddle!

 

God gave us civics to figure out,

        The best by far is non-PC, English-Western Thought!

God gave us Himself to figure out,

        The best by far is Christ-in-You indwelt, as ought!

 

Man and God reconciled,

        Enslavement in politics and religion thrown out,

Hidden enslavement un-dialed,

        In That Day Teachings unchained!  Now shout!

 

Yet… by God, we now full-realize,

        Literal slavery almost won in 1865,

Then… a worse kind won, surmise!

        Hidden slavery has eaten us alive!

 

Think, oh proud man of religion!

        Think deeply… And weep and wail and howl!

You have much, almost infinite, to repent of son,

        Honor In That Day Teachings, be wise as an owl. 

 

Man’s sin evidences itself now as hidden, un-admitted slavery,

        Evangelical church enslaves the purposely kept unbeknownst!

Admit sins of herding, harvesting in cruel, force-field knavery,

        Repent, think each for himself, question authority most!

 

And slowly, if proud religious man eats his insanity-control-rubes hat,

        Christiandom can be saved from too simple (but big-self-dealing) thinking,

Break the tight bonds of Kool-Aid leaders so rich and evil-tithes fat,

        In That Day Teachings and Christ-in-You be (spirit-self-reeling) drinking!

 

Man is enslaved by Progtard government debt of plenty big trillions,

        Man is enslaved by mega-ego pastor building plans (or jets!) of ten millions,

Man is enslaved by Progtard media with mesmerizing lines of zillions,

        God gives In That Day Teachings’ liberty-in-Christ, God’s truth to fill sons.

 

You see, the right indwelt-of-God’s-brain pastors won’t appear,

        A states’ meeting to restore the Constitution and oust idiots won’t happen,

The right Progtardless representatives won’t be elected, I fear,

        Until brains propagandized by clerics and polticos are re-mapped! Then…

 

Then, when brains from immaturity are full restored,

        As God wants them to think!

Sheep: no longer by savior-dastard-wolves gored,

        When Christ-in-You, all drink!

 

Oh happy, happy happy, the Millennium, even, so blissfully… God-happy!

        In That Day, yes: by sound it shall be called In That Day!

When man no longer enslaves man thru mental shenanigans: fraud-zappy,

        Christ-in-You! Freedom! Liberty! Un-bound: hurray!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Purposeful Limited Vocabulary (& Limited Sheep-Thought) – The Purposeful Limited Vocabulary creates a “scarcity of words [that is] the potential enemy to truth and freedom,” says Daniel Hannan in Inventing Freedom. Furthermore, in George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four… Hannan explains “how independent thinking can be prevented by the reduction of vocabulary.”  From Orwell’s book: “Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought?  In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it.”  This is why in a sermon of typical Churchianity, you will not hear or see these words or word-combination-ideas:  Dupe, rube-making, supine, more-easily-penned, more-easily-herded, thought control, Mandarin behavior, lupine behavior, vulpine behavior, body-snatched pod people, supercilious, lackey, fawning toady, sycophant, parasitic leader, low-level-platitude-pandering, bootlicking, subsume, duplicitous, stage-hypnotizing, mesmerizing, showboating, misdirection, predation, Neuro-Linguistic-Programming, drivel-designed-to-brain-bash, Potemkin Village sham, Palpatine-like, self-dealing, rapacious, hidden enslavement, symbiotic-bloodsucking, Granfalloons, unbeknownst-drones, overly-acquiescent, give-to-get-shenanigans, non-infringing-leach-less-u-o-me-nothing-Christianity, nugatory-missionary-train-tracks, appeals-to-lazy-thinking-&-self-congratulatory-doctrine, worker-bee-flag-saluting, abuse-of-loyalty, reality-distortion-dunning-promises, fear-mongering, subtext-shilling, sub-teaching, under-educate, tellingly-underneath-it-all, tyranny-propagandizing, unquestioning, gullible, Futurama-Grand-Prize-Winner-Hypnotoad’s-audience-of-sheep-spectators-and-judges-say-all-glory-to-Hypnotoad, cheap-prophetic-thinking, self-effacing-disempowering, Wake-Up-1-2-3!, heavy-handed over-lord-egoism-run-amok, beware-clericalism’s-vaingloriously-imagined-but-always-unquestioningly-implied-amazing-altitude-which-by-definition-may-actually-be-subterranean-hence-the-need-for-expensive-witchcraft-crowd-control, out-thought-useful-idiots, zombies-in-Christ, etc.  The English language, when used properly… causes people to think for themselves and thereby plebes escape various and sundry wolf-born, wolf-enriching enslavements.  Few preachers will reference Mark Twain’s love for Americans who question authority and think for themselves.  Why?  The answer is as clear as it is hard… and as is it is true.  Hence, true revival, the true Third Awakening will have a witness of a largely increased, un-exculpatory language, a language at its core antipodal to civic and cleric tyranny and evermore ameliorative towards civic-cleric liberty and its redounding civilized-Christ-in-You.  Furthermore, Larry P. Arnn in Liberty and Learning wrote “The history of liberty, [Edmund} Fairfield said, is the history of intelligence.  Ignorance is prerequisite to slavery: the more ignorance, the more slavery.” This means audiences can’t behave like Borg Hives, where resistance to submissive-herding-and-harvesting is futile.  True character building, is to fortress souls against slavery: hidden (modern-style) or literal (old-school-style.)  As theologian John Wycliffe astonishingly wrote in 1384, “This Bible is for the government of the people, for the people and by the people.”  (Hat tip: Daniel Hannan)  Hurray for In That Day and redounding of Christ-in-You!  May denouement come soon, LORD, soon!

 

 

Big Daddy Parasite Has Died… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/04/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Big Daddy Parasite has died,

        How the lesser parasites parasitically mourn!

(He couldn’t be knocked off! They tried!)

        Now each is free to toot his parasitic horn!

 

Super-size crocodile tears are shed!

        By lesser parasites, patient little bishops… (previously check-mated!)

Onto more duped sheep, they’ll wed!

        Who’ll be the new Big Daddy Parasite? Bloodsuckers have waited!

 

Little Bloodsuckers have waited,

        To do something truly, truly new!

They’ve set traps, all’s baited!

        New tyrant parasites NEED YOU!

 

Forget Christ-in-You!

        Forget very real: high teachings of In That Day’s denouement!

Chug: Nugatory! Woo-Hoo!

        The train of enslavement always needs faux improvement!

 

The internet, it has been proved,

        Can be turned on its head!

Slavery expands in heads moved,

        By loving lies instead!

 

Not one nascent-prophetic seer,

        Whatsoever: not one daring pastor,

Needs be Christ-in-You be-er?

        Therefore, all court some disaster.

 

Have pity on Truth!

        It needs trying,

All else causes rue,

        Truth: be buying.

 

In That Day Teachings exist,

        For a certain, true, heavenly reason!

Heaven rejoices while earthlings spit,

        Church, oh church! Stop treason!

 

But if truth really be fully known, inside each cold-old heart,

        Of parasite leader is this innermost confession: For this specific Millennium,

Each parasite wants to own, a really big time, fantastic art!

        A world record greater’n Big Daddy’s: Keep prophet-correction minimum!

 

Big Daddy Parasite has died,

               How the lesser parasites parasitically mourn!

(He couldn’t be knocked off! They tried!)

        Now each is free to toot his parasitic horn!

 

 

 

 

If You Like Your Prophetic, You Can Keep Your Prophetic!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/26/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

So, if you like your prophetic, you can keep it,

        It’s got so much LOVE!

Never correcting creepy things that creep-eth,

        Why, it fits like a glove!

 

Existing Evangelical prophetic seers,

        Never see pastors using subtext emotional appeals,

To elemental greed-slouch-fears!

        No, prophets keep loving all…and all’s fate it seals!

 

Something new (bet on it!) is always coming, coming, coming!

        Just around… (wink, wink!) just around the corner,

As long as all prophetic summing (not hard, this conning!)

        Precludes, always precludes, the sound of mourner!

 

Existing, splendiferous, self-exalting: prophetic schools and rube camps,

        They have SO MUCH LOVE!

Never: uncouth, uncivilized (Dear God no!) overdue: corrective rants!

        Just: Love-mush from above!

 

In essence, we have reached the end of time,

        With nothing to do anymore!

Just with every wrong doctrine: align!

        Gotta love Babylon’s whore!

 

No reason to weep, wail or howl!

        No shenanigans to see here… keep moving along!

No cleric and politic blinkering foul!

        Prophetic love is so strong!  Our love, so strong!

 

America doesn’t have $17 trillion in debt,

        As a prescient Mark 16:20 reverse sign that things are massively screwed up!

If anything, it confirms NOW! Even yet,

        Prophets love, Love, LOVE themselves, of course!... and God and you! Yup!

 

When will we make golden statues,

        Of our greatest of great, can’t really exalt enough, high-reach prophet-seers?

Their love-love is utmost absolute!

        No one’s ever loved more than our super-paramount, imbued-of-God be-ers!

 

WOW! Double WOW! W-O-W! When I think of the love,

        The LOVE!  The L-O-V-E! Love, love, L-O-V-E!

Our beloved prophets, who need idolization hereof,

        They are so much like God’s Dove! D-O-V-E!

 

They are… of God, so godly, so great!

        Their abounding, abiding love is hard to explain,

God might ask them at heaven’s gate,

        Why no correction, oh prophets, in the main?

 

Oh LORD! We knew things were bad, really-really bad!

        We knew clerical and political (mutually-dastardly) blinding…blinded sheep,

But we had no courage to correct what was horrid-sad!

        But our LOVE! Our LOVE enabled evil’s keep! LOVE enabled evil’s keep!

 

A prophet can do nothing greater, nothing greater,

        Than allow evil to stay in church’s and state’s nest!

LORD, You must know this sooner than later!

        So the LORD granted their strange request!

 

Instead of rebuking the prophets, the LORD rewrote the Ten Commandments!

        Adding, by concession, an Eleventh…

The Eleventh said, “Loving prophets shall acquiesce to whatever evil rents,

        Because prophets LOVE to the nth!”

 

 

 

 

 

11/24/2013  Anybody know where this came from?  Confirming In That Day Teachings' Call to weep, wail & howl?

 

"For the day of the prophet is upon you, says the Lord, the day not of manmade prophets, but of My prophets. Have you not read in My Word and gained understanding that up until my Son there was not a prophet greater than John the Baptist my forerunner went before Me?  It is time for my forerunner again! Upon my first advent into this earth I sent My forerunner with an explicit message.

 

"I would have you to know that I am no respecter of persons and as I sent my forerunner that day, so will I send my forerunners this day. I would have you to know that it is no different this day. They shall come forth not from those areas you would assume, even as john came not forth from Jerusalem. 

 

"John came forth from the wilderness. My forerunners shall not come from ivory places. They shall not come from schools of higher learning. They shall come forth from My presence, where they have walked with Me in the wilderness, where there has been neither man nor beast to minister unto them. I would not have their message defiled, nor would I have their message marred by mere mortal men. For I the Lord God shall speak by My Spirit unto them. 

 

"They shall come forth eating locust and wild honey, and by that I would say they have no dependency upon the World. They will not depend upon man or organizations. They shall not depend on anything but Me to sustain them, for I, the Lord your God have them right now in the wilderness. I have them in the back places of the desert and I am feeding them with manna from heaven. I am sustaining them by My breath and I am breathing on them afresh, for it is almost time for their demonstration.

 

"When they come forth, hear My voice in their words, and gain understanding for what I will say. For I the Lord shall bring them forth and because they depend on no man their voice shall not be marred. Because they depend on no organization, they shall speak but what I shall give them to speak. But know this, their message shall not be what many have thought, for they have come not with enticing words of mans wisdom but in demonstration of power. And know this the eye of the Lord is in their head, the voice of the Lord is in their mouth, My hearing is in their ears, and they shall see what I see.  By this know that they shall receive the first part of the message. 

 

"Even as the message of John coming forth out of the wilderness was REPENT, so shall the message of My prophets this day be. They shall not be as many of you have desired, ladling all the glitter of My kingdom upon you, for My message is one of love and humility. Though it sounds a harsh message, the message of repentance is actually the greatest message I can give to My people.

 

"The message of repentance shall bring refreshing from my kingdom. As the prophets bring forth that message hearken as they say repent of IDOLTRY , as they burst your idols and expose even your sin ,as John the Baptist exposed the sin of those in Jerusalem, so shall you be quick to repent. I desire to send refreshing but first must come repentance. As you repent you shall feel the refreshing of My Spirit. The latter rain shall ride upon the wings of repentance. When I hear your voice crying unto Me, I will blow the spirit of refreshing upon you and you shall be restored. In this final hour I will restore healing to your hands. Wait until you hear the anthem ringing from the prophets, for I am a great God and greatly to be praised. Refreshing and restoration shall come and the world shall come unto you. In the restoration move you shall receive what I call Promise.

 

"Repentance shall bring refreshing and refreshing restoration. There is left but one phase for my prophets to speak, which is the proclamation of my return. So repent and I shall refresh you: and then shall be the restoration of all things and finally my return. but I cannot return unless the way is paved, and I cannot pave the way until My prophets speak for Me. The sound of their hoof beats are nigh at hand! Listen well. You have walked so much in the flesh that it is hard for you to discern what really comes from my Spirit. but I will teach you. I will tell you. I have my prophets in the wilderness, but the wilderness gate is open and the prophets are nigh at hand!"

 

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http://www.charismamag.com/spirit/spiritual-growth/19223-mike-bickle-a-prophetic-word-should-be-given-with-authority

 

Isn't it interesting... "In That Day Teachings" always calls for the shlep ministries to "Weep, Wail & Howl" for the shenanigans they love to pull over the eyes of the sheep they keep stupefied.  -- Robert Winkler Burke

 

Note that the parts I've underlined ... line up perfectly with my life, witness and stream of corrective poems.... Work IGNORED by ministries so far!

 

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Oops! Leaders Who Burke Revival, Need Higher Burking Still!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/22/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Latin saying from the novel Lonesome Dove:

“Uva uvam vivendo varia fit”

Who has smothered Christ-in-You?  (And sadly so also, Revival!)

        Not the world’s unbelievers, that’s NOT who!

After pillow-smothering dead, preachers have then hidden and covered!

After pillow-smothering cold, teachers have no conscience bothered!

After pillow-smothering spouse, survivors act brazenly un-collared!

   Who? Who? Who?

            Churchianity, that’s who!

 

Who has smothered Christ-in-You? (And sadly so also, Revival!)

        Who’s the best “Burke-smother-er” around?

               The pastor who speaks and will NOT allow any to speak, ever!

               The bible-study leader who kills by spirit with the Word, how clever!

               The bad-posture, heads-down expositor of Paul, indwelt-of-God: never!

      Who? Who? Who?

            Churchianity, that’s who!

 

Who originally besmirched the name of Burke?  (Actually: Fortress, its meaning!)

        William Burke in 1828 who smothered to sell bodies for profit!

               And do not leaders smother Christ-in-You in sheep, for their own gain?

               And is there not an hierarchy of evil, bishop to weird home bible game?

               Wherein sheep are fed the dust of the ego of leader, unchallenged reign?

      Who? Who? Who?

            Churchianity, that’s who!

 

Yet, is there a higher calling unto the name of Burke? (Fortress, its meaning!)

        Edmund Burke is history’s finest example, whom we should follow!

               Edmund’s way is the way of liberty’s mutual pledge of self-restraint!

               Right now every evil of Churchianity pledges to slavery’s constraint!

               Where is the true prophet who calls a spade a spade, a rube he ain’t !

      Who? Who? Who?

            In That Day Teachings’ Robert Winkler Burke.

 

Edmund Burke was political, how is Robert Winkler Burke of God?

        Robert Winkler Burke explains ascending from Milk unto Paul’s Meat!

               The way of Living Masters is Christ-in-You, needing humility players!

               In That Day Teachings doesn’t add unto filthy robes, it disrobes layers!

               Line upon line, poems aplenty, here a little, there a little…no nay sayers!

      Who? Who? Who?

            Burke has built: In That Day’s Fortress of & for...Christ-in-You!

 

 

How to Be a Living Master in Christ!  (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/18/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Latin saying from the novel Lonesome Dove:

“Uva uvam vivendo varia fit”

 

 

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Chuck Prosperity Preaching!

It works to put its leaders in an horrid hell,

It robs sheep… but pays wolves lurid-well.

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Chuck End Times Preaching!

               It attempts to… “Immanentize the Eschaton” soon,

               It pays: only the ink-blot leaders of a Granfalloon.

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Chuck Emergent Preaching!

               It is lazy, gobbledygook, Gnostic claptrap,

               It pays leaders well… to be off God’s map.

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Chuck Intellectual Dry-Bones Preaching!

               It’s also Gnostic and weird, haughty and un-definable,

               They say it’s this, not that… never: God’s mind able.

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Therefore learn In That Day Teachings!

               If you are a Youth Pastor under systemically rotten preachers… amiss,

               Get the hell out!  Get O-U-T!  Get out! Find, test: In That Day’s bliss!

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Therefore learn In That Day Teachings!

               If you are a Praise Leader under the old corrupt regime,

               Get the hell out! Get out!  Get out! Create music clean!

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Therefore learn In That Day Teachings!

               If you are a Gatekeeper in the corrupt, falling-apart mess,

               Get the hell out! Get out! Get out! Find the new/old bless!

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Therefore learn In That Day Teachings!

               If you can muster faith to discover Christ-in-You,

               Bless a Living Master, redounds…Christ imbued!

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Therefore learn In That Day Teachings!

               If you wonder why Churchianity is stark, raving Cuckoo Crazy,

               Bad grapes learnt from bad grapes: un-correctable, proud-lazy.

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Therefore learn In That Day Teachings!

               If you can build up faith to expunge all bad doctrines then get good in,

               Congratulations, you can learn lines, truths: to power up Christ within!

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Therefore learn In That Day Teachings!

               And oh, this is important, by the way,

               Bless the Teachings… of In That Day.

 

To be a Living Master in Christ…

        Therefore learn In That Day Teachings!

               Many pastors, prophets have tried parts of In That Day, which they hide,

               Unable to fully repent, yet: God-honor begets God-honor… bona fide!

 

 

 

 

 

Un-boiled Church Stupidity… Banefully Avoids God’s Stovetop!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/15/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Un-boiled, unsanctified Stupidity… Avoiding God’s stovetop,

        Avoiding wholesome “Revere Ware” pans in which to stew!

This is Evangelical, nonchalant, unaware Church, about to pop,

        From epic Borg-Hive-Clergy: dumbed-down… without clue!

 

Stupid is as risibly stupid does,

        Stupidity: the witness, stupidity: the church service!     (No correction, ever!)

All intelligence… lost because,

        Faith, smart faith, they think: Satan’s worst witch!         (Stupid ain’t clever!)

 

The despised prophet is the pot,

        Which organizes the stupidly-stupid liquid,        (Progtard-civic-Clericalism!)

The painful flame of God: hot!

        Full boiling ameliorates the righteous-rigid!        (To Western Highway-ism!)

 

So sad! ‘Tis so Sad!

        Evangelical-strange-fire leadership fey!  (Loathing, decrying Christ-in-You!)

It craves to be mad!

        Hating wise Teachings of In That Day!  (Preventing, denying Christ-in-You!)

 

Shall this be the absolute, stupidest-worst Millennium ever?

        It’s off to an astonishingly, horrifically: ugly-bad, infantile-clericalism start!

Aggregators of stupid flourish, yet they have no cover,

        Highway Faith in High Good, which they deep-down detest, is an high art!

 

Now: In That Day Teachings await,

        Discovery of what high faith in an High God can do!

Until then, stupidity’s the fate,

        Which awaits the dumbed-down clergy without rue!

 

Dear God have mercy!  Mercy on us all!        (Yes, Believe: In That Day!)

        A cornucopia of good and godly lines, precepts, truths, tropes and memes,

Counterbalances Satan’s river of gall,            (Yes, Behold: In That Day!)

        Who has eyes to see what it takes, to remove clergy’s stuck-in-eye beams?

 

Right now clergy gatekeepers will not honor anything that is not,

        Three-point reciprocal stupid, whether in bad book, bad sermon, bad seminar,

And right now God, Himself, will not honor anything that is not,

        In That Day, mature-wise: further-promulgating Christ-in-You… in-Him far!

 

 

The Strange  Saga of Three Millennium of Truth… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/09/07 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

            While Many Wait in Stupor Expecting Christ’s Return

Others Unrecognized in Time, Actively Manifest Truth

 

A thousand years ago people of faith wanted to know, would the Lord return?  Many said, yes, the Lord will come at any moment.  They longed to see Jesus… at the dawning of 1,000 A.D.

 

But a prophet came along who said that Jesus returns in our hearts, when we are prepared.  He called to remembrance the saints of the past millennia, even great leaders and generals, even great commoners.  He said their greatness was due to being indwelt by God.   He said in such as are indwelt, you can see the returning cloud-face of Jesus.

 

Further, this prophet said that just as God indwelt saints since His resurrection, he would continue to do so in the future.  He said to watch for leaders in religion, science, politics, industry, poetry, literature, music and all areas of human life.  These leaders would draw the world from darkness to light as they fought against poverty, slavery, drudgery, hatred and all forms of low character.  And many leaders would be unrecognized commoners.

 

Further, these leaders would have heaven’s proper accord with all things good, but also heaven’s proper discord with all things not yet good.

 

He said that the human race had come a long way, but had further need to progress in being indwelt of God.  He said the past thousand years was proof enough of mankind’s godless depravity but also angelic reach.

 

He said, “Jesus’ literal return is His coming in our hearts.  Can’t you see?”

 

The people couldn’t see anything but their own anger against the prophet.  They preferred a more lazy approach to Jesus’ return.  So they pleaded with the authorities to do something to stop this persecution of their indolent spirits.

 

So in 1007 A.D. the authorities arrested the prophet and cut off his tongue.  Before his permanent silence came, they asked if he had any last words.

 

The prophet said, I have a vision of one thousand years from now.  People will be like they are now, again expecting the literal return of Jesus.  And they will be driven by jealousy and laziness to not honor the great ones of history or of their time because of their need for an easy religion waiting only for God’s coming. 

 

And other prophets will come two thousand years after Christ’s birth.  And they will say Christ comes in your hearts to bring life.  And they will be despised, as I am despised. 

 

The future will be dark for those with darkened hearts, but will be light for those with God’s light in their hearts.  Weep for yourselves in darkness, or rejoice if you are in God’s light!  God has given you the gift of your future. Take God’s gift to you!

 

And with that, the authorities took the tongue out of the prophet’s mouth.

 

They said, Surely this man is a fool.  Jesus will come at any moment.

 

And at that moment Jesus came and judged them for their deeds.  But they saw nothing.  And since then such who continue to see nothing steadfastly profess that Jesus will return at any moment in a manifested body… as long as it is nobody on earth.

 

But for two thousand years Jesus has manifested in whom the covetous, the false witnesses, the thieves, the adulterers, the murderers, the dishonorable, the blasphemers, the vain, the idolatrous and the godless pretenders say he cannot.  For such as Jesus can inhabit are superior to those He cannot.

 

And those in whom God cannot yet inhabit sometimes are shepherds who teach what they only know themselves, which is that God does not return in their spirit.  But God does indwell in the pure, the noble, the humble, the always present remnant, which is alive to the always present God. 

 

God even returns in those who are not aware of it, even in those who teach God has not yet returned.  Great are the paradoxes of God and this life he has given us.

 

But God’s saints seem to live in a different field of force, an unseen aura of God, in which there are no coincidences, but rather an abundance of miracles, chastisements, rebukes, awesome tests of character, divine empowerment, wonders, signs and love.

 

Thus has truth manifested itself in the past.  Thus does truth manifest in the present.  And thus will truth manifest itself in the future.  This: despite church teachings to the contrary.

 

And some day truth will be known in the faces of others in whom is seen God.  And this cloud of witnesses, manifesting the Lord Jesus Christ, shall do our Father’s will on earth, which will result in greater like-minded peace among the peaceful, which is the restoration of all things.  This: while the chaotic continue to eliminate themselves through their own self-destructive, chaotic ways.

 

Thus begins our millennium.  Will people manifest Christ now or wait a return?

 

And what will the prophets one millennia from now – in 3,000 A.D. – say about your life, your family that came after you and your part in God’s kingdom struggle on earth at the turn of three thousand years?  Will we have created the greatest thousand years of truth the world has ever seen?

 

Or will we have waited, while Truth was spiritually knocking, for God to arrive?

 

 

 

So Say We All… to All, Even the Blind… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/01/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hat tip to Battlestar Galactica.

 

So say we all, Have no small mercy on the willingly blind!

        Those loving their bind,   (Arranging their strange pay: on NOT ever seeing!)

So say we all, Let no one – even foulest cabal – be left behind!

        All: In That Day, find!     (Arranging their way: with-Christ-in-You-being!)

 

LORD… Are prophets supposed to NOT see?

        Not be smart?

Only… with everything that’s wrong: agree?

        Have no art?

 

So then, apparently… (Folks cannot handle complex, multi-platform thinking?)

        No Earth-place for an orthodox prophet?

Hard truths can’t be?  (Folks want their tyrans d’enfants & Kool Aid drinking?)

        Truth: Satan’s river-mouth mocks it!

 

Truths have been spoken… hooraye!

        Hoping for In That Day,

Yet sheep, shepherd say: nay,

        Blood off my hands anyway.

 

A complete enough package,

        In That Day Teachings are!

With cause and fix of wreckage,

        Those high-taught might go far.

 

Like William Mulholland saying… of water,

        To Los Angelinos, “There it is. Take it!”

In That Day Teachings now exist! Its father,

        Says to youngling seers, “Test-Bake it!”

 

Take it, bake it, shake it, but do not fake it!

        Then eat it, test it, live it, love it, learn!

Time shows, in time, truth always makes it,

        For the glamour of high beauty: yearn!

 

In That Day Teachings must never, ever be foolishly underestimated,

        Just when you think you know its cornucopia lines and memes,

You learn there’s more truth, more beauty: ironic it is to learn belated!

        No matter how stature bolstered, there’s more unlearnt themes!

 

As I’ve spooled up and having learnt this much on how to Christ-in-You be,

        Having jumped through epic galaxy-portals quite far!

Seeing much that rules is corrupt, damn me or bless me, I cannot but see!

        Thanks, LORD!  That I, a mere mortal, rode this star!

 

So say we all, Have no small mercy on the willingly blind!

        Those loving their bind,   (Arranging their strange pay: on NOT ever seeing!)

So say we all, Let no one be, even foulest cabal, left behind!

        All: In That Day, find!     (Arranging their way: with-Christ-in-You-being!)

 

 

 

 

Who Are You? … (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/31/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

LORD, it is Reformation Day, the anniversary of protest, when Martin Luther posted his “The 95 Theses” on the Wittenberg Door.  What are your thoughts 496 years later?

 

Answer: We have a question for Protestants.  Who are you?

 

What do You mean?

 

Answer: What do Protestants stand for?

 

You know, LORD.  I suppose we stand for believing in You, and not being Catholics who pray to Mary… that sort of thing.

 

Answer: Your name, Protestant.  What does it stand for?

 

Well, our Forefathers protested the Catholic regime selling indulgences, heavenly promissory notes of a sort, to build the Vatican and the Catholic Empire.  Protestants protested selling, I suppose, Father God’s blessings.

 

Answer: Are Protestants against that today?

 

No, Jesus, they don’t really think of such.  Rapture churches sell fear, Prosperity churches sell greed, Emergent-Progressive churches sell lazy-binding.  And maturely understood, these kind of churches enslave souls, politically and clerically, in a hidden fashion because they try to idolize “claptrappery” and use low powers to sell Father God’s high blessings.

 

Answer: So Protestants have forgotten their origins?

 

Yes, LORD.  What is your opinion of all this, on this Reformation Day?

 

Answer: They have taken the liberty to pursue higher ways which redound unto Christ-in-You and squandered that liberty from an old rigidity to pursue another old rigidity, one dressed up differently but underneath: the same.  Protestants now, like those they once protested against, seek… and find … lower, not higher powers.

 

How did this happen, LORD?

 

Answer: As ever, error creeps in when youngling disciples or pretend-disciples know not what spirit they are of.  We worship God in Spirit and Truth.  Nowadays Protestant religions seem to excel at broadcasting a negative, or evil, but enticing-nevertheless… WRONG SPIRIT PACKAGE.  It is a package delivering strange-fire subtext spirits through an overt text of scriptures partially bastardized into some weird “Gospiel” variant-mutation.

 

So we need to relearn what spirits we are of?

 

Answer: Yes.  Protestants need to relearn much.  But first, repent of much.

 

To what end?  And what about Catholics and orthodox religions today?

 

Answer: Never mind the orthodox, I am dealing with them, and they with Me, elsewhere.  But this message through you is for all Protestants.  Today, a new Reformation Day, shall We say… In That Day… is a means to an end… which is… the redounding of Christ-in-You, seen and heard by all with spiritual eyes to see and ears to hear, unseen by all else, and governed not by man but God.

 

Why is this important?

 

Answer: Because Our Father’s way and will and truth continually evidence themselves thru signs, even wonders, as Mark 16:20 implies to the positive, but I tell you today… also the reverse… for all who have eyes and ears of the Spirit… because that is the automatic reality of the universe.  So learn reality.

 

Would you please tell us more about this universe, the universe?

 

Answer: The universe, in which is God, loves all, and especially loves humans… though the harshness and softness of the rules of the universe, are of God’s design and not of man’s control.  It is man’s job to understand this love, this universe… and not control it, not fight it, but to have dominion over the soul’s self… and thereby share the power of the universe with the universe.  So, since the universe loves man, will man love it back?  Will man grow in mature wisdom?  Shall the universe and shall God delight in humanity as humanity learns to delight in God’s expression?  Or will there be insuperable quibbling, infighting and warfare?  Or will there be cohabitation in love and marriage and loyalty blessings redounding everywhere?

 

Well, in theory, yes LORD!  But in day-to-day practice, we fall short.

 

Answer: Indeed.  It is in deed that you fall short.  Because ye oft know not what spirit ye are of or that of the universe, in which is God and God’s Spirit.  God and the universe can be dangerous, but the overall design is to mature younglings.

 

What do You mean, LORD?

 

Answer: I mean to tell you, that even as Martin Luther began a Reformation 500 some years ago, a Renewal Reformation is again needed… but this one, this time shall be called “In That Day.”  And it shall be confirmed, governed and a delight to behold… by the consummation of the One True Spirit.  No man controls, affirms, denies, changes, pollutes or shenaniganizes In That Day.  God’s Spirit alone (yet comprehended by those with eyes to see and ears to hear) confirms all things… ye or nay: In That Day.

 

Again, sorry LORD, what do You mean?

 

Answer: I mean the Way, the Way Paul spoke of, the Path of God … not to the left, nor to the right… is confirmed by worshipping God in Spirit and Truth.  So test, test, test… all leaders and all believers for this!  Trust but verify!  Do your leaders evidence subtext spirits and uncontrolled audience-controlling verbal or physical tics indicating reverse Mark 16:20 signs?

 

Probably many of us do, LORD!

 

Answer: That is the problem, In That Day.  Sheep and shepherd alike will awaken to their own gross sins… gross behavior they are ashamed was always seeable by those with sight, but that they were heretofore themselves incapable of seeing.  So huge enterprises of worse-than-sand have been built on foundations of sand-shenanigans and will be exposed as universally, if you get My meaning, fraudulent.  Much has been fraudulent because low-power-seeking leadership have operations that, by definition… by “who-they-are-and-what-they-do”… preclude, exclude and have – worst of all – enmity and open warfare against… most Christ-in-You enablement.

 

Hence: Weeping, wailing and howling in gut-wrenching, dry-heaving repentance?

 

Answer: Yes.  And We, in heaven, haven’t seen that on Earth yet.

 

No, You surely haven’t. 

 

Answer: Some of the gatekeeper hogs and emperor hogs of putrid sand castles have seen your “In That Day Teachings” material, and they feel their undigested meals in their gullets, which are sheep’s essence which they’ve consumed, coming up… and the gatekeeper and emperor hogs have so far decided to keep on sowing rube-seeds, and harvesting rube-dupes and then eating them as is their style, habit and guiltless proclivity.

 

LORD! You speak so harshly!  Will You forgive them?

 

Answer: Of course!  They’ve created god-awful hidden enslavement clerical and political kingdoms of hopeless vanity and endless loop shenanigans of blinkering.  But what will it take for them to see?  Soft language or hard?

 

You know, LORD.

 

Answer: They will see, In That Day, when they truly, truly ask themselves who they are?  And… what have they become?  And… Unchanged, where will they be?  Where, in truth, are they going with subtext deception on top of deception?

 

Well LORD, now they are pretty convincingly deceived!  And they receive pay in order that they not ever see the truth!  They’ve set up invincible blinding ops!

 

Answer: So they can ask of Me, Who am I?

 

Okay LORD, Who are You?

 

Answer: I AM.  And that covers a lot of territory.  I AM One Who awakens Protestants!

 

And what are You waking us up to?

 

Answer: Myself-in-You and You and You and You!  Who is the most significant person in the room?  Seek him or her out!  Seek!  Find!  Is it the bible study leader?  The prettiest woman?  The richest man?  The pastor?  The child?  The precocious elder?  The bishop over many pastors?  The mega-church team?  The famous televangelist?  The Christian TV network owner who decides whose face is broadcast worldwide? The gatekeeper?  I tell you, it’s none of these.

 

Then who is the most significant person in the room?

 

Answer: The one in whom I live, at that moment, the fullest life, the most Christ-in-You indwelt one… with no title other than My Eyes-to-See Fullest Presence, one who serves God and man without pride or self-exaltation.

 

And what do we do with such an one?

 

Answer: Honor him! Honor her!  We do by Our Presence!  Figure it out!

 

Ooh, that’s the last thing we proud Protestants could ever do! Honor such? No!

 

Answer: Honor Christ-in-You indwelt Truth and I, the LORD Jesus Christ of Nazareth, will redound into and through the portal of your own soul’s humility.

 

And if we give such an indwelt One our back?  If we ignore, if not despise or crucify, this indwelt one?

 

Answer: You will remain desolate of God.  That is the abomination of desolation… the willful and knowing rejection of Christ-in-You because of religious jealousy, pride and being full of everything not really of God.

 

So, you say this is all confirmed independently… by NOT our human minds, but by God’s Spirit, if we have true faith and true eyes to see and ears to hear?

 

Answer: Yes.  God’s Spirit always confirms God’s Spirit.  More subtly, God’s Spirit has perfect proportional harmony with all things good or godly in the universe, and perfect proportional discord with all things not yet good or godly in the universe.  This universal Spirit-confirmation/(or denial)… is why the public, in My Day, understood I spoke as one having Authority, and not as the scribes and Pharisees… much as the religious order of the day now speaks.  But just listen to one with Christ-in-You!  They have Authority!

 

And this is how your Christ-in-You ones are, have been and will be?  They can live at the Living Master level while here on Earth?  That is their witness?

 

Answer: Yes.  In That Day, behold I come quickly!  Have you expunged religious pride such that you can honor and bless a sister or brother indwelt?

 

No, frankly, most of us cannot do so, LORD.  We are more “Pride-keeps-us-Distant” than true Protestants!

 

Answer: Therefore, In That Day, which is the day you choose mature denouement, choose to Protest wrong-indwelt religious spirits, expunge all wrong covert-subtext that creates erroneous overt-textual living, and worship God in Spirit and Truth!  Ask yourselves, even as We ask you then, Who are you?  Are you tired of being alone?

 

LORD, we are all tired of that.  LORD, we live such lonely lives!

 

Answer: Then, don’t live alone!  Expunge all wrong “truths-so-called” and all wrong spirits.  Invite in the right doctrines, which are heaven’s Truths!  Invite in God’s right Spirit!  Be ye clean from subtext to text, outside to underneath!  See with eyes to see!  Hear with ears to hear!  Behold, I come quickly and I knock at your spirit’s door, and I ask, and Father God wants to know, and heaven wants to know, and the entire universe wants to know, Who are you?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Plan? … (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/29/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

LORD, how does Christ-in-You happen in a believer?  In Colossians 1:26-27, Paul said it was “the mystery of God,” this Christ-in-You.  What and Who is it?  How does it happen in a believer?

 

Answer: You might as well ask Me, How do I return?

 

Okay, how do You return?

 

Answer: Since ascension, I return in mature believers!

 

How mature?

 

Answer: Well beyond milk faith, milk platitudes, milk church, milk rules, milk rube-makers, milk rubes, milk wolves… well beyond the entire spectrum of the milky, milky, milky way.  (We expect milk believers to grow tired of milk!)

 

Why can’t You return in milk believers?  And why the sarcasm against milk?

 

Answer: We let some milk believers believe in the Rapture, which is false, until they grow up in spirit and truth and believe in My indwelling return, which is true.  Now there is a big different between what I can and can’t… and what I will and won’t… do.  I generally can do anything My Father allows, but I will generally indwell strongly… only the mature, which is to say the meat, believer.  Otherwise it would be too confusing to others to see Me in an individual whose doctrines are largely incorrect, or whose spirits with Me are incompatible, incongruous and frankly, unclean and distasteful to be inside and amongst.

 

Regarding Your indwelling, why does milk vs. meat truth and spirit… matter?

 

Answer: My indwelling comes with some certain power, and that power would be misused to misdirect others and control others in cheap and destructive ways.

 

It sounds like you prefer orthodoxy belief: without fearful rapture, without greedy prosperity, without lazy thinking of emergent faddism.  Yet that describes what and how most Evangelical think and have their beings on Earth…

 

Answer: May I interrupt you?

 

Yes, LORD.

 

Answer: We don’t call it (the fear-rapture, greed-prosperity-lazy-whatever-cabal) thinking… We call these things wrong doctrines, doctrines that enable Foundational Lies, Foundational Lies that give right for evil spirits to inhabit and control the life of such misled believers, though they be Christians.

 

So whom do You prefer: Orthodox or Evangelical believers?

 

Answer: We love all.  Each group has its challenges.  Orthodox believers have less wrong doctrines established, which is good, but they have weak faith for My indwelt return, which is bad.

 

And Evangelicals?

 

Answer: They are challenged by a plethora of rigid-righteous wrong-doctrines as well as a frustrating tendency to add new, faddish, irrational ones!  This is bad, very bad.  But the good thing is that Evangelicals have strong faith, but it is a misdirected faith – so this is both good and bad.

 

You mean faith in Rapture? Prosperity? Laziness?

 

Answer: Right! Evangelicals have faith to move those not-of-God mountains!

 

Except, You don’t call them to move those, as You say, not-of-God mountains?

 

Answer: Right! You think Father God wants His heaven to be full of fear, greed and laziness?  Ha!

 

So, why do You keep working with Evangelicals?  You think they will ever lose their fear-greed-lazy doctrines, while turning their misdirected faith in moronic shenanigans into a strong faith in Your actual indwelling return?

 

Answer: That is the plan!

 

Why don’t You just lean on the orthodox believers, and amp up their faith for Your indwelling return?

 

Answer: That is the plan!

 

What is the plan?

 

Answer: The plan is for this: “Behold, I come quickly!”  (Nothing changes with Us, have you noticed?)  Three times I say this – in red, it is oft printed – on the last page of the bible.  Since ascension, I have “Behold, come quickly!” in mature believers.  Now Father God wants multitudes, great multitudes, to become mature and understand and honor and partake in Me such that, “Behold, I come quickly!”

 

To do what?

 

Answer: To help mankind to continue to ascend – indwelt of God in perfect, which is to say mature, harmony with all in the universe that is good; while concurrently in perfect, which is to say mature, discord with all in the universe that is not yet good.  With Christ-in-You, your two-way radio works rather well with Us!  All things work for good that way.  It is Father God’s plan.  There is a civic realm to all of this, and that realm is Individual Freedom.  Heaven is for it.  It is Father God’s idea.  Liberty is good, lack of liberty is bad.  The church has forgotten it owes its existence to Western Enlightened Liberty, which is mutual dedication to self-restraint.  The church has learned to love the lack of restraint that the civic arena now corrupts itself with.  Enlightened self-restraint is the bedrock of both church and civic life.  Churches out of control, governments out of control are a pretty good description of hell on Earth.  Because of all this confusion, We are reintroducing the Ancient Paths of enlightenment, which is a religion and a civic order that are simultaneously and necessarily separate, while taking independent tracks to the same peace on Earth that affords protection against overt and hidden slavery (in cleric and politic systems) and enables empowered individuals to make the most amount of mistakes in their life-choices, not huge governments in their blunderbuss-choices – since huge governments learn little and too slow to ameliorate anything, so that individuals learn right from wrong and choose, with a free will, right.  Individuals redound unto Christ-in-You, not governments, but individuals… not even church orgs redound unto Christ-in-You, just souls!

 

What do In That Day Teachings have to do with this?

 

Answer: They are an aid to ascension into the higher (less understood) meat realm of spirit and truth unto the indwelling power of Christ-in-You.

 

Yet Evangelicals seem to hate everything to do with meat spirit and truth, especially In That Day Teachings.  And they refuse to honor anybody highly indwelt of Christ-in-You!  Their pride stops them cold!  Milk believers appear to be insuperably proud and overly rigid. What gives?

 

Answer: They will give.  They will eventually honor the indwelt of Christ-in-You, so that they will no longer be desolate of Me, but after they bless the indwelt… I, the Lord Jesus Christ, shall indwell them as well!  And so good redounds unto good, so long as all stay humble. The proud are necessarily dysfunctional and void of God.  The prideful redound unto desolation-of-God.  Churches prove one or the other, Christ-in-You or Desolation-of-God.  Their fruit is obvious to those with eyes to see, unclear to those with no eyes to see.  But believe Me, they will have their day to see the light, or they shall remain evermore in darkness.  It’s why both camps dislike “In That Day.”  Those who will succeed and those who will fail simply want to avoid all testings, all denouement, all learning that their season of goofing around with God is over.

 

Why do the teachings have so many poems?  People seem to hate poetry!

 

Answer: No, they don’t.  At core, souls love beauty.  The carnal religious mind has been propagandized by a superabundance of words not of My Father, mindless mantras that bastardized the scriptures and platitude pandering that has become ridiculous on the face of it.  (Who could love a doxie that raptures plane pilots, and crashes planes full of innocent people?  Terrorists do such, not God!)  Need I tell you how whacked-out crazy Evangelical church has become?  It remains unquestioned and full of an incurious, inbred, placid people of weak minds and domineering and dominated constitutions.  The un-gullible, slave-system-destroying meat realm of higher truth is entered line upon line, here a little, there a little… drip by drip method… so the poems are good!  They are sufficient for the task.  The people only have to believe it so.  That is the test.

 

Lord, I am sorry if the poems are written too simply… nothing pretty.

 

Answer: The structure of your poems needs to be simple, while explaining various deep, wide and astonishing diamond-like facets of Truth and Spirit, which is heaven, which is the actual Mind of Our Father!  So, the poems are good and they work to bolster weak clerical arenas and weak civic arenas of thinking and life on Earth.  Always: weak cleric and civic thinking leads to enslavement, hidden and not so hidden.  Your poems will help people see the hidden enslavement in both civic and cleric arenas, and they will find a way to rid themselves of clerical and civic bondage.  When they are free, they’ll have more of Christ-in-You indwelling, and while no utopia is possible on earth or heaven, both realms will improve exponentially…

 

Why must there be so many poems and books in the teachings?

 

Answer: Because it takes more than a simple fad, a simple book, a simple sermon series… to overturn darkness in the land and gross darkness in the people.  It takes a magnum opus of line upon line, here a little, there a little, patience upon patience, time upon time… Now I see!... upon: Now I see!

 

In That Day?

 

Answer: Yes! Weep!  Wail!  Howl!  Then, rejoice!  Be in-filled!  Honor Christ-in-You in others!  Stay humble, when empowered!  Learn, repent and laugh because, “Behold, I come quickly!”  In That Day… a day of denouement, a day without time, a day without end, a day unseen by all who cannot see, a day of darkness for all who begin to see, a day of love and light for those who walk in it maturely.  Learn to love, and be warned do not fight, your awakening day.  Thus saith the LORD, pray for, not against, Father God’s Plan: In That Day!

 

 

 

 

Where, Oh Where (the Heaven) is… the High-Path Church?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/28/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

There needs be a higher path,

        (Church cannot seem to stand the idea of it!)

Don’t stop at baptism’s bath,

        Where’s that high-path church?  Any on it?

 

Who teaches whom?

        Who knows what?

What to presume?

        …And Guess what!

 

In That Day Teachings are there,

        To be et by all who can eat,         (Subtext error shown!)

Finally: Church truth bare,

        Man, what a treat!                       (Wrong doxies known!)

 

The High Kingdom lost?

        For the want of a high-path, no-bull church!

Too few pay the cost,

        To be high-discipled: souls un-besmirched.

 

Think ye it’s not needed?

        That lie-sown folk are nigh God-seated?

That failure succeeded?

        That lies are best how folks are creeded?

 

Think again, high-placed church son or girl!

        Think again old man or sister grey!

Inverse: are heads, thoughts, eyes a-twirl,

        Yesterday you needed In That Day!

 

But how to fire up,

        This million-zillion horsepower, invisible machine?

Too few now woke up!

        Branches mighty dry now, but In That Day: green!

 

Shall it be church or internet,

        Social networks or some new-tech, clarity-cornucopia app-encyclopedia?

One thing for sure on this bet,

        Pride must die unto extreme rarity, for humility alone shall lead all media.

 

Kingdom lost when king’s horse missing a shoe,

        A dysfunctional, gross, shenaniganized church without one bit of rue!

Yesterday, no hope news would have been true,

        That no writings lead the way, but behold: they’ve come! And you?

 

What, oh so busy seminary uplifted one; or busy, busy, trendy-seeing gatekeeper,

        Will you, in your exalted business, do?

What, oh seminary-taught pastor, chosen son, or techno advisor pop-brim-reaper,

        Will you, in your exalted business do?

 

Shall you let In That Day Teachings, line upon line, here a little there a little,

        Carefully tear down abandoned, crime-ridden buildings of old Churchopolis?

And let the Teachings rebuild, line upon line, here a little, there a little,

        New Jerusalem, full of Christ-in-You compliant? Or keep” Stop-all-opolis?”

 

Pretty heavy,

        Wouldn’t you say?

Pay the levy,

        In That Day.

 

 

 

 

Why? … In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/26/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Why, oh LORD, must the fearful believe in rapture?  The greedy: prosperity?  The lazy: emergent and other diversions, reformed et al?

 

Answer: Why is milk milky?  It is what it is.

 

Why can’t they see Your higher way?  Why is it so invisible to them?  If forced to recognize it, rather than honoring it, they want to kill whomsoever has entered it!

 

Answer: Why is meat meaty?  It is its nature.

 

If they could take a Christ-in-You pill, their body, soul and spirit would reject You as a foreign-implanted body, wouldn’t they?

 

Answer: Even as they reject you for having Me-in-You, they would reject, at current state of their being (which hasn’t yet had line-upon-line, here-a-little, there-a-little memes, tropes, ways, truths and laws of the higher realm imbedded in their carnal souls!) … they would reject Me-in-Them at any significant level.  Yes, yes they would.

 

So, who is saved?

 

Answer: Saved from what is the question.  Milk believers are saved from hell in hell, but not saved from the hell in them on Earth (or in the realm of the living, now that you travel beyond Earth!)

 

So, there are two salvations?

 

Answer: When a person dies, I might ask that soul two questions.  Did you love me?  A milk Christian can usually answer yes to that, but usually no to the second question.

 

What is the second question?

 

Answer: Did you love others?

 

So, milk Christians learn in heaven to love each other?  And meat Christians learn in the land of the living?

 

Answer: Realm of the living.  Now you are getting it.

 

So, everything is a process?

 

Answer: Everything is a process.

 

Why do You seem to allow such great evil and evil-dominion.. and riches to go to  clerical leaders in broadcast, and mega-church, and to ministries with crazy, new fads or weird, fantastic doctrines?

 

Answer: They catch fish, they bring in souls to start the process.

 

But the wolves in sheep’s clothing are so bizarre!  They mislead sheep with crazy doctrines of fear, greed and laziness!  And they take in such money!  Thru evil!

 

Answer: The greater part of evil in them (the clerical leaders), allows lost souls with a greater part of evil in them… to make a heavenly transaction.  Lost souls controlled, in the bulk, by evil spirits… agree to come under the spiritual covering of a wolf-shepherd whose soul is controlled, in bulk-majority of present moments, by evil… to conduct some heavenly business, which is to grow good (or you could say God or godliness or God’s good Spirit or spirits!) in souls of such leaders and followers.

 

Milk Christianity’s worldview seems so digital, everything yes or no, i.e. in heaven or in hell, totally saved and good or totally lost and bad… Yet meat Christianity sees via a worldview that is entirely fractional.  Is the fractional view more correct?  (i.e. more filled with God’s good spirits vs. less filled?)

 

Answer: Now your Weltanschauung is ringing the gong!

 

But I still don’t understand why You, of course a Just God, allow and even seem to endorse wicked, conniving wolf-shepherds… who apparently don’t even know the evil in their own souls… who take egregious advantage of innocent sheep, whom they make into rubes who become pawns who give too much of their substance to make what seems like a perpetual motion Rube Golberg device that enriches the wolves super-abundantly and kicks the sheep’s rear ends endlessly.

 

Answer: I could not have described a better or more just system, well – I could – I am being kind to you, scribe… nevertheless, well you have described a process designed to be a process!  One correction: I allow but don’t necessarily endorse things.  The fearful, the greedy, the intellectually lazy… as must needs be… go to their kind of leader until… such a time as they  will not – spirit, soul and body – reject a new, better leader for them, a leader who is cleaner of spirit and has somewhat ascended… even as they, the burnt-out-of-shenaniganized-church sheep ascend unto things proportionately better (drip by drip method.)

 

But truly ascendant leaders, those living in the meat realm… seem to garner no followers!  Living, Loving Masters are exceedingly rare.  And no milk sheep or shepherds are truly crying out for a meat-ascended shepherding of their souls!  In other words, true discipleship is foreign and rejected by milk bodies. What gives?

 

Answer: True discipleship, meat discipleship, shall return… and shall be in significantly greater numbers than ever before!  I am doing, as you know oh scribe, a new thing that is old.

 

A restoration of all things?

 

Answer: Yes, Jeremiah 6:16 has it.  And what I’m doing, of course, is not utopian like all faulty cleric and politic systems of shenanigans.  It is time for some in the vast body of milk believers in milk faith and milk living and milk thinking to rise up and walk the heavenlies in the realm of the living, to grow in mature-minded thought and bring heaven as it is in heaven… on Earth, as it were. 

 

But a lot will say, “We will not walk in it!” ?

 

Answer: Not all will reject this, My new-old restoration of all things.  Father God is calling forth a many people, but presently these people called forth do not understand.  They have no old seminary, no sol sermon, no old way… just a new/old way they don’t understand. 

 

When will they?

 

Answer: Soon.

 

What stops them?

 

Answer: Pride.

 

What stops pride?

 

Answer: Pain.

 

And You don’t “pain” them, do You?

 

Answer: No, I am not a torturer.  Their own percentage of bad spirits in them pains them.  And that pain will drive them from milky ways to meat, if they allow.  I will not deliver the world from this pain.  No utopian rescue or escapism will be tolerated.  Debts shall be repaid, when debt repayments redounds unto Christ-in-You… that is how it is, for those with eyes to see, etcetera, etcetera.

 

So, it all boils down to maturity?

 

Answer: Yes, the answer to most things, most problems, is greater maturity, which is higher truth understood… that and a dash of humor!  (Did you hear about the crazy believer who would only believe in some dramatic, epic, far-out, story-line-with-casts-of-thousands UTOPIAN god-fantasy-escapism?  Well, he drowned in it!)

 

So, it’s In That Day?  A day of denouement?  Of darkness and light?  Repentance and Joy?  Sadness and laughter?  Forgiveness towards the process? All redounding to Living Master levels Christ-in-You?

 

Answer: In That Day, no kidding, no praying it away. No dishonoring the honorable.  Nothing but humble pie, piled to the sky.  All you can eat, for free!

 

Won’t people think this breaks Holy Scripture?  That high teachings are contrary to the bible?

 

Answer: Nay rather, every jot and tittle fulfilled.  The mind of Our Father is multi-dimensional, multifaceted… such that the bible’s words always work on different levels… elemental to the elemental (rigid-righteous) … advanced to the advanced (holy-flexible)…. Utmost to the utmost (who back off from inscrutable being, and sin without sinning too much.)

 

Can you give an example?

 

Answer: Well, the universe is set up such that those who mustn’t see the trees because of the forest… shall not… until it is time that they shall, else they be condemned.

 

Is that why In That Day Teachings are so despised?

 

Answer: They will be hated… until they are beloved.  Have patience.  The elemental of spirit might argue that there are not two levels of salvation, milk and meat, even though Paul said and wrote, in fact, there are two levels!  Most parents, who are believers, if they have toddlers, would not dare to freely trust any other unknown adult believer to care for their toddlers in their absence.  That is the milk believer, in action – knowing but not knowing what spirits they are of – regarding themselves and others.  They know things while they don’t know things, and who can explain it to them before their time of denouement?  Yet the same milk believers almost threw their young at Me for Me to bless.  Because I walked in the spiritual territory of meat, as do all Living Masters, at varying degrees of excellence.  Be ye therefore, excellent, all ye who see and hear the things of My Spirit, in yes this ever-amazing: In That Day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Gurus Tell What Their Respective Gods Will (bet-on-it) Do!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/25/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

I went to see a guru,

A guru went to see me.

 

Guru One said, Jesus is at any moment coming tomorrow,

But if not, Progressivism’s Utopia would ease all sorrow.

 

Guru Two said both things were hogwash and balderdash,

So, in Christ-in-You and Individual Liberty, put your cash.

 

Guru One said, Cleric and political Progtards can hide self-dealing and enslave!

The point is to lead some beings in all this, to stay ahead of the rat race’s grave!

 

Guru Two said, We beat old literal enslavers in 1865 in the same old way,

And we can beat religious and political hidden enslavers: the same today.

 

Guru One said, Then we’ll pull out our gun called Slave-Unity!

And shame, and “tisk-tisk”…‘til all, by us, are enslaved, unfree!

 

Guru One said, Try all, pull out what you wish,

We own gatekeepers! Your truth won’t publish!

 

Guru Two said, Well, now that is so pathetic!

You have bought and sold God’s prophetic?

 

Guru One said, Our God okays a hundred trillion dollars in debt!

And wants dumb people to pray God “miracles” them out of it!

 

Guru One said, Our God wants dumbed-down, incurious people!

Who, even thru a sovereign debt crisis, stay unlearned sheeple!

 

Guru Two said, God doesn’t wish to be exceeding hard,

But lets their dumbness spur them to be His smart pard’.

 

Guru Two said, Fellowship God wants,

The intelligent mind, in Him, He vaunts.

 

Guru One said, Good luck, then, good luck with all of that!

One hundred years of Progtard mice taught to worship cat!

 

Guru One said, Mesmer cleric-civic education has but brain washed all choices,

All shepherds, governors and plebes now have but Eloi-loving Morlock voices!

 

Guru Two said, It is no matter,

Lies still look like lie splatter.

 

Guru One said, You wish!

Up is down with our fish!

 

Guru One said, And we effectively nullify your sad prophet,

He points all this out, but the brain washed fixedly mock it!

 

Guru Two said, Is all really lost?  Is all really lost?

Christ lives such that He can’t come? Only Faust?

 

Guru Two said, Is all really lost?  Is all really lost?  Is all really lost?

In That Day Teachings have come.  Will church stay pride-sauced?

 

Guru One said, You bet!

Truth our machines vet!

 

Guru One said, “Angry!” That’s the response! The response!

“Angry and unloving!” It’s their preprogrammed ensconce!

 

Guru Two said, Then, even, be that as horrible-set-up as it may,

In That Day’s enlightenment and teachings are come: anyway.

 

Guru Two said, And it will therefore be rough, extra rough enough,

On everybody.  Some will indeed learn, tho. Some are quite tough.

 

Guru One said, Then what, dear actual God, will happen to us?

We’ve made the wrong cleric and civic bets! Stubborn our bus!

 

Guru One said, What will happen to we who believe God fixes,

Or Prog-state fixes, leaving a deserved cabal God never nixes?

 

Guru Two said, Weep!  Wail! And howl!

And get ready for reality’s sock on jowl!

 

Guru One said, Then?

Then, what, my friend?

 

Guru Two, Christ-in-You,

Wise, un-gullible, hallelu!

 

Guru One, No more shenanigans?

Cleric and civic born again?

 

Guru Two, The blessings of 1776 revisited, not to miss!

A pure millennium, not just century and a half, of bliss!

 

Guru Two, To the stars!  Men, women go out to Mars!

Go to the moon, to orbit, fast now: well beyond stars!

 

Guru One, It is easier to believe our same-old-Gnostic hogwash and balderdash,

How’ll head-in-sand-arse-in-air cleric and civic leaders garner filthy-rich cash?

 

Guru Two, Christ-in-You works different’n how you thought in your former way,

How great the fear, small the faith, in leaders when first exposed to In That Day!

 

Guru Two, In That Day’s enlightenment can’t be wished, even by prayer, away,

It’s coming. Pray for it, not against it, don’t be silly, I, the God of all gurus, say.

 

 

 

 

 

There Are Evangelical Church Prophets Enough to Burn!  ;)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/23/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

“As many as I love (and oh baby, I love pastors)! I rebuke and chasten: be zealous, (oh baby pastors!) therefore, and repent (Yes, I mean you, oh baby pastors & prophets!)” Revelation 3: 19 KJV, amplified by rwb… ;)

 

 

 

There are Evangelical church prophets that predict,

        What will be shaking (oh yah!) next year,

There are Evangelical church prophets that predict,

        What God will whisper (ooh, la la!) in their ear,

There are Evangelical church prophets that predict,

        Everything in (hoo yah!) laziness, greed or fear,

But sadly, there are no recognized church prophets,

        Who smite church shenanigans outta here.

 

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        Who don’t know a thing about self-restraint or Western Classic history,

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        Knowing nothing of higher vocabulary, reason, science or astronomy,

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        Masters of nothing but 800 pages of rigid, self-enforcing: jackassery,

But sadly, there are no recognized church prophets,

        Who are Living Masters showing a broken church how to Christ-in-You be.

 

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        Who know the language of ear-tickling, unrealizable, false expectations,

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        Never curious, their self-dealing prophesying is same-old repetitious,

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        Who have amazing blinker-schools for the called to be duplicitous,

But sadly, there are no recognized church prophets,

        Who rebuke and chastise to fix this ignorant, rube-making mess.

 

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        That keep all minds they control: with inanities occupied,

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        Occupying minds needing truth with half-baked lies refried,

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        Stultifying incurious, mind-limiting, Christ-in-You hope defied,

But sadly, there are no recognized church prophets,

        Who see the game pastors play such that In That Day’s ever: denied!

 

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        To burn, whose assignment is to burn up: land-of-the-living time,

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        That, thru NLP witchcraft memes, keep themselves and sheep blind,

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        Who believe majority group-think-unity always proves God’s best find,

But sadly, there are no recognized church prophets,

        Who, blessed of God, are rich in explaining In That Day in mature rhyme.

 

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        With answers that answer seemingly everything, but actually: nothing,

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        With hidden souls tormented by lack of truth, but overtly dying for bling,

There are Evangelical church prophets,

        Who do nothing better than force group-agreement: nothing is something,

But sadly, there are no recognized church prophets,

        Who know weeping, wailing, & howling…In That Day, Christ-in-You brings.

       

 

 

 

See 2,000 of Church’s Best Living Computers: Compete!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/20/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hat tip to the thousands of19 th &  20th Century “pre-computer” women… computers.

 

 

 

Once a competition was held,

        Between one thousand church men,

Real leaders, far from the geld!

        And their thousand better half church women.

 

They’d discover,         (Each gender put in a different, large room!)

        What’s wrong,

Under church cover,   (Each gender could highest-charge zoom!)

        And be strong.

 

Men:       We shall make our bodies,

                        More pear-shaped!

               We shall make chins, heads,

                        Shaven-bald-draped!

               And we shall promise-keep,

                        To anything awake!

 

Women:  At a thousand desks,

                        We shall quiet sit,

               Until this putrid mess,

                        We see it,

               Line upon line,

                        Intuit!

 

Men:       We shall know, know,

                        Know it all!

               Not since Adam,

                        Before the Fall!

               Books we’ll write,

                        Stacked tall!

 

Women:  We shall inspect,

                        Teachings of In That Day,

               In a kilo detect,

                        If line upon line… is the way,

               A thousand poems on each desk,

                        Pass one to one, yea or nay. 

 

Men:       Our key discovery,

                        Our god-cupid,

               Is this: UNITY!

                        In it, we’re stupid,

               Our endless inanity,

                        Idol: being “loop-ed.”

 

Women:  These poems are changing us,

                        Without fuss,

               Line upon line rearranging us,

                        Outing sin doctrine, as it must,

               Installing higher thought, or bust,

                        OH MY GOD! … CHRIST-IN-YOU… IS IN…. US!

 

 Men:      Wait ‘til the women see us!

                        And our fresh-shaved noggins: proud!

               Our tribal conclusion wonderbus!

                        Stay the same, but more … LOUD!

               UNITY! Shaddup, if you’re not with us!

                        We’ll stone whomever’s not cowered!

 

Women:  What part of higher thought,

                         Do our men NOT understand?

               Let their hair grow, they ought!

                        At our desks they could be not so “he-man!”

               Let ‘em be a thousand-poems-taught,

                        But they’re too brain darn damaged, each man!

 

Men:       Hoo ya!

                        Brain damaged?

               Oh ya!

                        We’ve managed!

               (Indecipherable babble)

                        Bacon! Bacon! Give us bacon!

 

Women:  Let’s be smart,

                        About this,

               Besides bacon,

                        What’s their bliss?

               Well, other than their shaved heads,

                        It’s going… beyond kiss!

 

Men:       What’s this?

                        Our wives, our women won’t go… beyond kiss?

               Until at a thousand desks,

                        A thousand poems we expunge our souls’ nemesis?

               Until our tormented, proud unbeknownst-bereft-of-God souls,

                        Are upgraded, worldview enhanced, unto Christ-in-You, our bliss?

 

Women:  So that’s what, eyes wide open: un-gullibly,

                        In the end, we sisters-keen did,

               With each shaved-head-bacon-brained dumb-hubby,

                        We were, well, quite mean-frigid,

               Until they sat at our desks and read a thousand poems bubbly,

                        Of In That Day Teachings’ lovely: re Christ-in-You, mind-doubly!

 

All:         Oh, with Isaiah 28’s vast lines and precepts understood, now we see!

                        We feel like antebellum Christians who had blind-been for slavery!

               Oh, with Isaiah 28’s vast lines and precepts understood, how we weep!

                        With Progressivism and Clericalism we trapped souls in knavery!

               Oh, with Isaiah 28’s vast lines and precepts understood, how we be!

                        Meat, not milk, sight: Christ-in-You we salute, to humbly be free!

                       

And so,

        It wasn’t so, after all, hard,

Onest,

        Folk believed in an eccentric, Reno bard.

 

And mature men and fine women,

        Became Living Masters – freed!

Then, more of the bard they heeded,

        God IS eternally: surprizen’!

 

 

 

Preacher Dratgorp’s Exquisitely Perfect Mate… and Mirror!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/19/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hat tip to Professor Bruce S. Thornton

 

 

Oh, Mirror-Mirror on the parsonage wall,

        Who’s the absolute, most beautiful preacher of them all?

You, Preacher Dratgorp, stand most tall,

        Your subtext work knocks sheep down like cannon ball!

 

I know, oh Mirror, and I’m so thrilled,

        Tell me how I do it! Calm me down, who’ve I killed?

With your new-spirit and new-truth willed,

        Christ-in-You is out, everything else filled.

 

Why, oh Mirror-Mirror, do I exalt myself so?

        Tell me aloud!  I know the reason, though,

Aggrandizement of your touch-not priesthood is a go,

        Necessitated by selective obeisance to Bible slow.

 

And tell me, oh Mirror-Mirror on the blessed wall,

        Why shout I, “To hell with the Bible if people want fear, greed or slouch!”?

Because Rapture, Prosperity, Emergent all fall,

        They fall and put people in hell, but never mind that, if it fills your pouch!

 

Why, oh Mirror-Mirror, has the Bible not kept up with the times?

        Tell me why I reverse good and evil, and replace jewels with grimes?

Is this the realization of new-spirit and new-truth precept lines?

        Indeed, oh Pastor Dratgorp, nothing but reverse Mark 16:20 signs.

 

Why, oh Mirror, Mirror, don’t media gatekeepers stop me?

        Why do they promote and sell my books quid pro quo, so happily?

Oh Dratgorp, you are but half of the big-seedy puzzle, see?

        With your cleric bad, a mirror-image civic bad leads in front of ye!

 

What? Mirror-Mirror?  Mirror?

        There is my duplicate? Who’s not my vast inferior?

Dratgorp, meet your superior!

        Settle down, your civic sister is your cleric mirror!

 

What? I completely don’t understand this!

        Dratgorp, it is Satan’s first wish, his old first wish!

Time to meet your civic partner in bliss!

        Reverend Dratgorp, meet Progtard, your Big Sis!

 

 

 

Who’s Shocked? Shocked? … In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/18/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Jeremiah 6:16

 

 

Who’s shocked? Shocked?

        There’s shenaniganized church ignoring rebuke!

Who’s shocked? Shocked?

        Proud seminary-taught souls cannot be shook!

 

Does time make man wiser?

        Oh yes, yes indeed!

Church has been a brain miser?

        This case I’ll plead!

 

U.S. surveys might show, believe it or not,

        Tea Party folk are wiser in science, comprehension and history to boot!

It takes a right expanded consciousness hot,

        To understand buckets of truth, and what’s overdue to bulls eye shoot!

 

Then same Tea Party strategist,

        Or manly SpaceX rocket engineer, or movie bigwig for that matter,

Walks in to shenanigan church,

        And sees mainly: fear, greed or slouch sold in subtext by mad hatter!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Point all this, and more, out!

By any means reaching,

        Christ-in-You: now shout!

 

Because Politically Correct or Progressive thought,

        Is the very antipode of truth,      (Ditto for rapture, prosperity, emergent!)

Lies in men mustn’t live inside where Christ ought,

        Lies: God does forsooth!                        (Such “immersed” souls need detergent!)

 

Until quickened-higher day of awakening,

        Wherein lies are hoovered the heck out!

Of seminaries which now are soul-breaking,

        Then Christ-in-You returns: shout!

 

But right now it’s Claude Rains’ Casablanca Gambit,

        All over the place!           (Subtext-taught fear, greed, slouch shenanigans!)

Anything but truth, seminaries and preachers jam it,

        In Christ’s place!             (Subtext sin with gospiel mustn’t be born-again!)

 

Who’s shocked? Shocked?

        There’s shenaniganized church ignoring rebuke!

Who’s shocked? Shocked?

        Proud seminary-taught souls cannot be shook!

 

To all in “Milk-dom” who refuse to see or be woke up,

        Many, many multitudes are awakening to “meat of God” sight!

And for the stubborn posers in God, now the joke’s up,

        In That Day Teachings exist that Christ-in-You, all treat right!

 

It’s a beautiful day, indeed!

        If ossified, rusted, dead-wrong seminary-preachers wake up!

In That Day: What all need,

        Out-of-kilter, crazy church: with man and God: make up!

 

Oh, there shall be weeping! And wailing! And howling! You well bet,

        When milk seminaries “we’re so shocked!” see,

How wrong ages of milk-doctrines, in antipode, did Christ-in-You vet!

        And a prophet in Reno, reintroduced how to be.

 

Who’s shocked? Shocked?

        There’s shenaniganized church ignoring rebuke!

Who’s shocked? Shocked?

        Proud seminary-taught souls cannot be shook!

 

 

 

 

 

 

In The God-War of Ideas… In That Day… Who’s Winning?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/17/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Jeremiah 6:16

 

 

In the God-War of Ideas,

        Who’s winning?

In the God-War of Ideas,

        Who’s grinning?

 

So, if each soul is a planet,

        In a “soul-are” system,

Of seven billion planets,

        Republic? Or Resistance?

 

Some signing treaties of alignment,

        Pledging liberty’s mutual vow of self-restraint: shenanigans they can’t!

This is the Republic of God-Good,

        Loving laws, morals and framework skeptical of utopia’s Mesmer-slant.

 

This great universal co-op of Republic of God-Good,

        Is internally structured, yet amazingly holy-flexible,

Allowing for what’s good, at times even quite rude!

        But with absolute intolerance for slavery: hex-able!

 

The fascinating Separatists, on the other hand,

        Have thousands, nay millions of largely unseen, big conning devices,

Concerned not with any literal chains on man,

        Always it’s programming ways and means of hidden mental vices!

 

Separatists mimic, copy, shape-shift and replicate,

        The appearance of good thru hand of sleight,     (Usually Christian Religion!)

Always broadcasting they, they alone are great,

        Reality distortion machines, amped up tight!     (What did you think, son?)

 

Seven billion planets: complex and rich,

        Destinies uncertain, needing Living Master leaders: quick!

Jedi warriors who won’t tickled ears itch,

        Pulling out of the mire: brains, en-shackled, stuck in ditch!

 

Seven billion planet-souls desiring sameness,

        Wanting the universe dark in self-satisfied Separatist bliss,

A few mental generals, seeing fake tameness,

        Of lion death stars devouring whole planets as they wish.

 

A long time ago,

        Far, far away,

God planned it so,

        In That Day…

 

No, No! You say, No!

        No! Modern Christianity is not stuck in a mental brain trap! Not trapped!

We do it just! Just so!

        We’ll not pull up into an intelligent, enlightened, Christ-in-You-Jedi cap!

 

A long time ago,

        Far, far away,

God planned it so,

        In That Day…

 

 

 

Of Beady Eyes, Elbows and Long-Overdue Reform of Church

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/14/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Cast a beady eye on your ops,

        Oh Evangelical selves-exalted and self-exalting orgs,

Else the elbow of In That Day,

        And its perched, now quiet, yet famished eagles gorge!

 

More power to perceptive, beady eyes!

        More power to elbows!

The corrupt must come to fully realize,

        To avoid God’s blows.

 

Bad Evangelical church, seminary and soul,

        Must actually make necessary, hard reforms,

As beast, it’s performed every wicked role,

        But, In That Day: Christ-in-You conforms.

 

No more shall rubes be made,

        Via showmanship and hidden stage hypnotism,

No more shallow dug graves,

        Via misdirection and suggestion’s sly rhythm.

 

No more false prophecy,

        Of literally nothing, instead of humbly honoring actual Christ-in-You,

No more false prophets,

        Emotionalizing their calls into all sound and fury, but nothing true.

 

No more shenaniganizing,

        Everything of and God under the sun!

Top to bottom realizing,

        Milk church is over.  Meat has begun!

 

Cleansing deeper than any milk shepherd,

        Ever thought, in seminary’s dead clericalism, possible,

Out will come noble meat lion & leopard!

        That, children of the Spirit, is In That Day’s gospel.

 

Stultified, dumbed-down, hopeless, the world is in a pout,

        Forty years since stepping on moon,

Fiat money, real debt, mal-investments un-cleared out,

        Church: the most backward buffoon!

 

There’s ONE GOD ABOVE US,

        Progtards in and out of church hate that!

There’s ONE CIVIL SOCIETY,

        Liberty’s dedication to self-restraint hat!

 

Not redistributive stealth,

        Not passivity’s self-serving-obscured: mental morass,

Not veiled hate from hell,

        But God’s maturely understood, tough love: ever fast.

 

The highest love, highest God maturity,

        So confident as to eliminate need to dumb-down: That is the end game mark!

In That Day Teachings’ fullness surety,

        High truth, which is God’s light, men avoid else they see their soul is stark!

 

All things in God’s love,

        God’s highest way,

Un-blinkering love,

        What do you say?

 

Cast a beady eye on your ops,

        Oh Evangelical selves-exalted and self-exalting orgs,

Else the elbow of In That Day,

        And its perched, now quiet, yet famished eagles gorge!

 

More power to perceptive, beady eyes!

        More power to elbows!

The corrupt must come to fully realize,

        To avoid God’s blows.

 

 

 

 

Look at Your Two Prophetic Camps, oh Stuck-Fast Evangelicals

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/13/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Your prophets are quite old, though they are new,

Never have so many deceivers been without clue.

 

Oh no! Oh, no we are certainly not!

We! We, alone say, what’s God hot!

 

You have two unquestioned prophetic camps: bent left, bent right,

Dispensational Ding-Dong-ism and Charisma-Brain-Dead-Blight!

 

Oh no! We have prophecy and prophetic schools, incurious jewels!

That engulf, like a big blob, the entire Evangelical fooled out fools!

 

Your two camps have excitable seminars pronouncing endless rubbish,

They exalt breadcrumbs to the skies, as must always Beelzebubs wish.

 

Oh no! Our prophecy experts and prophets are way, way cool!

With great stuff! One-Two-Three! Sleep! Go to sleep, you fool!

 

Your half-arse Jedi mind tricks do not work on those with higher-trained thought,

For showmanship, stage hypnotism, misdirection and suggestion: be hell-bought.

 

Oh no! We shall ignore you, In That Day Teachings and God,

Busy, so busy we are.  You daren’t tell us we’re the ones odd!

 

Dear misled prophecy and prophet brothers, (With your true, legitimate callings!)

Ever thought a third camp, truth uncovers?   (Vs. your bad schools’ bad fallings?)

 

Oh no! What third camp of future In That Day Teachings insight?

Damn you! We hate you! Why? You might be (oh dread…) right.

 

And then you’d have to think just how for so long, how wrong you’ve been,

And repent! And weep! And wail! And howl!  And think: of such great sin!

 

Oh no! Anything but that!

We’d never, ever eat hat!

 

Ah, yes you will. And it will taste remarkably bitter,

You’ve wanted to control all, but needed baby sitter.

 

Oh no! We can’t be separated from our false sense of superior God entity,

We believe we are the smartest, superstitious mesmerizers in all entirety!

 

You’ll be shocked to discover how stupid are the things you’ve done,

Mentally, spiritually you enslaved others; and a slave you’ve become.

 

Oh no! Hard to confess sins, no believer does that! Harder to change out masters,

Hardest of all, to actually think and rise humanely above our self-made disasters!

 

The Third Prophetic Camp welcomes each of you,

When destiny calls, the chosen get Christ-in-You!

 

Oh no! Christ-in-You is what? We see it as: just three words,

We shall stay busy in our two camps. Christ-in-You? Absurd!

 

The Third Prophetic Camp restores prescient, timeless Western Enlightenment,

High Statesmanship, 3-D Chess Thinking, mental excellence, en-brightenment!

 

Oh no! We shall cling to our rube-making, fear-mongering and emotional jive,

If our fear package doesn’t get you, our future-titillation inanity eats you alive!

 

The Third Prophetic Camps adheres to the Tragic View, not Progtard Therapeutic,

All leaders sin (none angels!) hence equal powers must be pitted rubric vs. rubric 

 

Oh no!  We shroud our leadership against any attack, you know: God’s anointed!

Our prophetic: questioned by none, not even God Himself!  We’re not disjointed!

 

The Third Prophetic Camp is the only one with any true God-hope,

If Evangelicals will get smart, and say to two wrong camps: Nope!

 

Oh no! Then we’d all have to use our brains and re-learn to think!

Thinking well, reason, beautiful logic are all poison we can’t drink.

 

The Third Prophetic Camp, In That Day Teachings are water,

Water from God’s Throne Room, a Third Millennium Seder. 

 

Oh no! We choke on such truth, we literally can’t breathe!

Oh, that these teachings were aborted.  We cannot leave.

 

Like Luther’s correction, so Burke lights a path up and out!

Yes, be shocked. Cry for a season.  Then laugh, then shout!

 

Oh no! Our gatekeepers (gutless) will keep this thing down,

Wiped, expunged, unheralded will be In That Day’s sound.

 

Maybe you think this is some destined-to-fail, Barabbas event?

You think that overdue, cogently true correction is Devil sent?

 

Oh no! We shut this painful conversation to hell up,

Plug ears, cover eyes, this damn cup we’ll not sup!

 

God loves you and this is for your good…

 

Oh no! We interrupt you! We control all, even you!  All of you!

Who is God, anywho? Whom we say, that’s all and that’s who!

 

Scientists, Muslims, your children, the unborn, the stars are waiting…

 

Oh no! We interrupt you! We control all, even you!  All of you!

Who is God, anywho? Whom we say, that’s all and that’s who!

 

Our millennium shall be God-intelligent, humanely-rich and stellar wise…

 

Oh no! We interrupt you! We control all, even you!  All of you!

Who is God, anywho? Whom we say, that’s all and that’s who!

 

A new envisagement, church purged and chastened, humans venture space…

 

Oh no! We interrupt you! We control all, even you!  All of you!

Who is God, anywho? Whom we say, that’s all and that’s who!

 

Hope, the glory of reasoned God in man, renewal, solutions, confidence…

 

Oh no! We interrupt you! We control all, even you!  All of you!

Who is God, anywho? Whom we say, that’s all and that’s who!

 


Two Ships Passing in the Night…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/12/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Everywhere, everywhere,

        Two ships passing in the night,

Something’s wrong… Wrong!

        Feels bad! Terrible! Not right!

 

Then I fell asleep, in my bunk,

        Auto-pilot failed, who’d a’thunk!

No, my crew mutinied! Mutinied!

        Tossed from ship, in the sea: freed!

 

Lady Luck had been posing on her ship’s bow,

        When my ship bumped into hers, somehow,

A mermaid found me drowning & had pity on me,

        Kissing my lips, I could breathe under sea!

 

Platinum haired, she alighted on my deck,

        We dined on steak and eggs, what the heck!

Help us, oh land man! King Merman said to me,

        I’m dreaming two dreams at once!  Crazy!

 

What can I do for you? Lady Luck asked,

        Captain, I can help you with any, any task!

King Merman said loose sea containers were wrecking his kingdom,

        They sink, pollute and poison our home, which is no small thing, son.

 

Then I thought of asking for the hand of Lady Luck,

        At Casino Royale, me: tuxedo, her: black dress, what pluck!

What can I do, oh noble King Merman?

        My crew rebelled! On land or sea, I have no stand.

 

Ca-ching! Ding-Ding! Fists full of money!

        Casino chips and my platinum blonde honey!

Then we Mer-folk will surely die,

        Strange, son, that you shouldn’t try.

 

Then I saw in the corner of the eye near,

        Of the Bond girl of my dreams: I saw a tear,

And I saw, if such a thing underwater is actually, scientifically possible,

        Tears, lots of tears, in my friend-mermaid’s blue eyes!  It’s true gospel!

 

Then suddenly, I almost awoke!

        These dual dreams were no joke!

To sleep, feeling sorry for my lonely, proud self,

        To dreams, exposing narcissism’s hidden heft.

 

Oh fine Lady Luck, I guess I have enough,

        But in my other dream, Mer-folk have it rough,

On second thought, oh Mer-King, I’ve got an interesting connection,

        Wonder if ships can’t lock down containers with more perfection?

 

Shirt soaked with sweat,

        I have had dreams I forget,

Of ships? A Hail Mary bet?

        Platinum hair? Mermaids yet?

 

Everywhere, everywhere,

        Two ships passing destinies silently at night,

Long ago, I used to care,

        Methinks, or dreams, somehow: it’s all right.

 

 

 

 

I Would Take Them Under Wing… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/11/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

I would take them under wing,

        As a chicken hen her own brood,

Any major dude this thing,

        Would say, It’s not been good!

 

Un-grownup, un-whole pastors of disaster,                (From the seminaries!)

        Hoping to God no sheep smarter than them grow faster,

Witchcraft, the sole-soul thing they master,               (Hence: cemeteries!)

        Heralding new, pathetic-prophetic, toy ray-gun blasters.

 

A real Jedi, a real he-man among he-men,

        A Living Master whom they hope can’t ever, by God, exist!

Sees the con, who’s shaman and “she-men,”

        Pastor-Disasters give the middle finger, if not clinched fist!

 

Yet still praying to God for help!  For honest God power!

        For dénouement! For tomorrow! A way up and out!

Asking for intelligence, this way-past-late midnight hour!

        Asking for the answers to hit their heads with clout!

 

Boogledy, boogledy, boogledy BOO!

        Here it is: fools, charlatans, honest sinners and would-be saints!

From Robert Winkler Burke, who,

        Received In That Day Teachings, which just Divinely paints…

 

Behold! In That Day Teachings, of NV Reno(vation!) paint,

        Beautiful lines and precepts and memes and here a little there a little,

Old-yet-new restoration! Be shocked not! Reject not! Faint,

        Not! Where is faith? All prayed! God answered! Eject ye not: spittle!

 

Anything not odd! Anything not odd! you all say,

        But damn poems!  Too many damnable poems!

The God-method breaks stuck-bad thoughts away,

        With ten, necessary for troubled-you, tomes.

 

Then, ah well, ah hell, Faggedit! Faggedit! Just faggedit!

        Back to same-old God-in-Box, says the moxie-bold, same-oldness crowd,

Ah, just so! says God, Whose fangs aren’t tired-ragged,

        Receive or reject In That Day Teachings’ orthodoxy! When wins: proud?

 

Perhaps the best among you can have wise forbearance from above that is mild,

        On this zealous prophet socking it to, we’re shocked! the Harper Valley PTA,

Except the PTA is really Evangelical Church Gone-Stark-Crazy-Brazen-Wild,

        So stop belaying, delaying – but love, LOVE - the Teachings of In That Day!

 

I would take them under wing,

        As a chicken hen her own brood,

Any major dude this thing,

        Would say, It’s not been good!

 

 

 

The Old Order Isn’t Ready to be Challenged!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/5/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

The Old Order isn’t ready to be challenged,

        Mentalities see no need at all to spiritually grow,

Not like when Luther the Catholics: maligned,

        Backers, ready, kept him from death’s blow!

 

Yet mentalities, spirits, consciences must grow,

        In That Day!

To see the horrid evil low mentalities sow,

        Anyway.

 

It isn’t that loud Evangelical Christianity,

        Sells indulgences,

Nay rather, it wallows in proud, brain-dead,

        Indulgence!

 

Still insanely manufacturing buggy whips,

        In the digital-space-rocket age,

A lagging indicator religion of lost ships,

        Never turning leprous page.

 

Hating, loathing, despising, rejecting, crucifying one thing,

        That would be: ascension to ameliorating, brilliant In That Day!

And the shocking truth: Christ-in-You, we must bring,

        Not fearful rapture, not greedy prosper nor lazy emergent way!

 

It’s too much, as a whole, to think!

        They say, Too much to think today!

Brain-death is our sole-soul drink!

        Fear, greed, laziness: hurraye!

 

‘Tis a right-rare, sad lot to awaken,

        From hidden enslavement’s tight-bound shackles,

Thru state or church, all are taken,

        A nightmare, dead-foul miasma: none dare tackles!

 

But In That Day,

        The job must, in fact, be done,

Who’ll show the way?

        If not you nor I, whose son?

Oh, where is the faith,

        When Christ-in-You returns in many?

Don’t, dear God, saith,

        “Behold!  I come!  There isn’t any!”

 

Rich, the sight of the rare, indwelt odd,

        They see and hear and are so much!

In them, Christ-in-You has come: God!

        Sightless church hates, loathes such!

 

The Old Order isn’t ready to suddenly be challenged,

        It wants no high lines, precepts, truths or teachings!

Deranged, stultified, ossified, by demons harangued,

        Wallowing in low ways, calling it: highest reachings.

 

Up is down in Christianity Group-Mumbo,

        Jumbo the lies, gargantuan the egos, realtiy distorted, miniscule the truth,

An endless rat stew of Satanic Gumbo!

        How long can seminaries, luminaries and wolves In That Day forsooth?

 

So, who is beating a proverbial dead horse,

        A dead, mesmerizing, shenaniganized, Christian Pop-Evangelical world?

That spits on Christ-in-You, of course,

        Or In That Day’s herald, with high ways patiently, poetically unfurled?

 

Ever asking In That Day,

        Where? Oh, where? Oh, where has gone all faith?

Find it, God’s higher way,

        Just in time delivery, Christ-in-You, God saith!

 

Still can’t believe?  Still can’t believe?  Still can’t believe?

        Tomorrow, at last, has come today!

Join not the Barrabas-criers, who’ll be shocked and grieve:

        Since when is stupidity the way?

 

Yes, one fine day soon,

        In That Day Teachings will veritably go viral,

Multitudes will swoon,

        And Christ-n-You, God in man, will smile!

 

Yes, in point of fact, the universe,

        Is man’s beloved Cupid,

If stupid church can un-immerse,

        All that is rube stupid.

 

 

Sadly, for In That Day,

        No large bow wave yet!

‘Til stupidity’s way,

        The churched forget.

 

Notice God and stupidity,

        Don’t really inhabit the same inner space!

Repeat: God and stupidity,

        Precludes Christ-in-You in the human race.

 

Stupid church is as stupid does,

        Stupid loves church doxie fear, greed and laziness,

But intelligence, God loves!

        And He forgives, In That Day, man’s craziness.

 

So come out of blind-stupidity now,

        Make it your brave, rebellion vow!

Christ-in-You just might come, bow,

        When in others!  Bless’em! WOW!

 

And when you bless that which is noble and God indwelt,

        It redounds unto, yes, unto you!

It’s why stupid church has: this ascension never-ever felt,

        They can’t bless Christ-in-You!

 

So stupid church is stuck in an endless loop,

        Proud they are, they cannot stoop,

To honoring God Christ-in-You today,

        Isn’t that the point, anyway?

 

That’s why In That Day Teachings are dénouement,

        And satisfyingly deliver so many answers!

And explains why proud leaders hate all movement,

        That expunges church’s worst cancers!

 

Instead of saying, “I’m shocked, shocked!”

        At In That Day Teachings’ harsh poems,

Say, “Churchianity must be rocked, rocked!

        And indwelt: Christ-in-You, thru tomes!”

 

Rejoice in In That Day Teachings’ work,

        Its ten books of necessary lines and precepts and rules!

Nothing less has the power to torque,

        Out the stupidity of two millennia of mad church fools.

 

 

 

 

 

Gatekeeper Problems with Christian Weltanschauung Discussion

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/25/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

The problem with Weltanschauung,

        Is that Christian mentalities barely see their own,

Their worldview on life’s ladder rung,

        Much less, a better one come, which they stone!

 

Thousands times thousands of Christian commentators,        (Keeping old story?)

        Want one: a better, ameliorating worldview!                  (All kept nugatory?)

When shown In That Day Teachings… are its haters!           (ITD, too recondite?)

        Unable to see, blind-as-a-bat: it’s God-True!                  (Nay rather, right!)

 

For they’d have to see ugly pastor rube-making,

        So strange, for they won’t ever see that!

And crazy-controlling, NLP-witchy cake baking,

        Proudly, seers won’t ever eat their hat!

 

The million Christian-baby commentators,

        Love only known memes and lines and precepts: half-way,half-truths!

They: essential preventers & “dement-ers,”

        Of In That Day’s highest Christ-in-You Excalibur ways to be and do!

 

Stuck, they are,

        And ever stuck, they remain!

The time: dire,

        So sad, they won’t change!

 

The answer to most problems: is (holy-flexible) maturity!

        Millions of Christian commentators: this won’t see!

They won’t admit their rigid-righteous outlook: isn’t free!

        These nascent seers, refuse to bend: spirits’ knee!

 

For hundreds of years blinkered: baby-prophetic seers,

        Have cried out for maturity’s answer: the highest, behold, Christian good!

In That Day Teachings’ sword: sums all their fears!

        Anything, LORD! They cry, but this worldview, which is to us: so rude!

 

Another thing!  ANY other thing!

        But this confounded, damnable, humbling: In That Day’s Christ-in-You!

Let us rather: Satan’s bell ring!

        Christ-in-You?  In That Day?  LORD! LORD! This cannot be of You?

 

Problem for them is… it is!

        In That Day Teachings are old but new,

Christ-in-You, its soul biz,

        A great restoration of all things True!

 

Who knew?

        Not the million Christian commentators saying, No! No! NO!

So few,

        Who’re soul-seeking truly deep enough to say, Stop! Whoa!

 

God’s First Century, long-absent: great weltanschauung!

        Has now reappeared, updated faith: Three Point Oh!

Western Enlightened Christ-in-You: honored and sung!

        But prideful commentators each say, No! No! NO!

 

Sadly, then, so it goes,

        Stubbornness in religious souls doesn’t, over time, change. It doesn’t change!

Who, then, knows?

        What to do when In That Day, Christ-in-You-says: now time to rearrange!

 

Who knows what, then, to – with In That Day Teachings – do?

        Bar all In That Day commentary?  Ban from sites? Ignore author or fight?

Christian commentators, they be blind and lupine, without rue,

        Who among them can upgrade their soul and stop small-worldview blight?

 

Who among them can upgrade to In That Day Teachings, and stop horrid blight?

        So which gatekeeper among all, can upgrade small-worldview & stop blight?

Imagine the rewards if ONE gatekeeper upgraded small-worldview to stop blight!

        Not one gatekeeper is yet brave enough, to upgrade spirit-eyes to stop blight!

 

Who among them can upgrade to In That Day Teachings, and stop horrid blight?

        So which gatekeeper among all, can upgrade small-worldview & stop blight?

Imagine the rewards if ONE gatekeeper upgraded small-worldview to stop blight!

        Not one gatekeeper is yet brave enough, to upgrade spirit-eyes to stop blight!

 

Who among them can upgrade to In That Day Teachings, and stop horrid blight?

        So which gatekeeper among all, can upgrade small-worldview & stop blight?

Imagine the rewards if ONE gatekeeper upgraded small-worldview to stop blight!

        Not one gatekeeper is yet brave enough, to upgrade spirit-eyes to stop blight!

 

 

 

       

 

 

 

       

 

 

We Oft Want to be a Cheap Savior… vs. the Cleansed Kind

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/17/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

We oft want to be a cheap savior,

        Few want to be high saved,

And how we hate the thorough,

        The thoroughly saved!

 

They didn’t stop at Second Grade,

        To teach First,

While we must get payment made,

        They, end’s hurt.

 

Cleansed throughout, they,

        We, kings with no clothes – projecting,

False reality fields, fey,

        They: Christ’s resurrecting.

 

Endless, our shenanigans,

        Endless, their born-agains,

We control most others’ brain space!

        They wait patiently, to rule in our place.

 

When?  Why of course,

        In That Day,

When illusions,

        Fade away.

 

So just take care,

        Not to be of illusions,

All who are, are in error,

        Not with God, their fusions!

 

Indeed then, dark is In That Day,

        When the non-indwelt lose sway,

Over multitudes, by illusion: swept away,

        Unprepared for true light, true good, In That Day.

 

Those who should know this,             (Saying, No! Hell No! to Reno,)

        Still, even now, give middle finger to God!

Hating then, true bliss,                        (Saying, Prophets don’t know!)

        Happy then, all who don’t choose so odd!

 

Not so happy, then,

        The arrogant leadership mentally, spiritually lazy,

Behold: quickly, then,

        God’s dictate: in front of your eyes, they go crazy.

 

Truly then, not without cost,

        Supercilious leadership councils ignore their saints’ prayers,

What has come, isn’t Faust!

        Splendiferous wolves ignoring Truths, reap eternal errors.

 

So it’s once more around the merry-go-round,

        Of con artist shepherds latching on to one more dumbest-of-dumb fad,

Wolves denying In That Day’s come: sound,

        Denying lines and precepts given by a prophet of God to them, is mad.

 

So madness they, in the end, want more than anything,

        Because real truth exposes current leadership as false, self-con-job-deceived,

So great the shock to their psyches, mad for ego bling,

        They choose darkness in the land of the living, and keep the world bereaved.

 

But the truth of In That Day Teachings marches on,

        By some strange universe-truth that does so once the words on paper exist,

No one more surprised than the author, learning on,

        That the leadership now, like yesterday, makes stoning prophets first on list.

 

Be that as it may,

        It matters not, as yesteryear, when prophet’s message is received or ignored,

Truth has its way,

        In That Day and its Teachings now come now: get Christ-in-You or be gored.

 

Gored by whom? By whom? You ask,

        Gored by one’s own dark actions once truth has arrived,

Expunge evil in you, your great task,

        It takes eyes to see, how leadership into sin has dived.

 

Leadership currently will teach anything,

        Except the memes and lines and tropes and ways they easily con audiences,

Like Mark Twain, expose such rot-bling!

        And gone will be the seminars, and man-conferences that are dark séances.

 

Ooh, how leadership hates to learn and then teach,

        How it currently hypnotizes, mesmerizes, stupefies, and dumbs down all!

But deep into humility, and self-effacing they’ll reach,

        In That Day, to ascend consciences in to Christ-in-You being… for all!

       

 

 

I Want to be Taught by Pastors… Altogether Incurious!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/14/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

I want to be taught by pastors,

        Who won’t let you bang on their desks, no never, and tell ‘em their wrong!

Seminary-taught masters!

        Strong, must be their disconnect from Christ! Correction mustn’t belong!

 

That way they, I, we – yes we – all get away,

        With spiritual: Christ-in-You murder!

That way, forever is delayed: In That Day,

        All denouement: STOPPED further!

 

However, I expect my pastor to tell this well-worn story,

        Of course, learned in his seminary!

A story about when communism in Russia was gory,

        And Americans were rightful wary.

 

Says an American to a Russian,

        Back in the day,

America is exceptional,

        All the way.

 

Says he, if I met with President Reagan,

        I can bang on his desk and tell ‘em he’s wrong!

That’s American exceptionalism!

        Freedom!  Self-correction!  That’s strong!

 

The Russian, of course, replies, not at all in jest,

        I can do same!  Comrade, I can do the same!

Meet with my president, and bang on his desk!

        And say Reagan is wrong!  Him I can name!

 

I want a preacher, teacher, pastor,

        A seminary-taught preacher who hypocritically uses this,

Who of his soul isn’t an asker,

        Who won’t allow desk pounding, he blindly chooses this!

 

Unquestionable, uncorrectable his stories about,

        God, life, the bible, even great presidents!

Our Troglodyte soul-trapped leader, we shout!

        We daren’t ask where Christ-in-You went!

 

My leader mustn’t ever allow desk pounding,

        Uncorrectable, lordly, he must be!

Stories are okay, just avoid God’s grounding,

        Uncorrectable, he, I, we must be!

 

Tell me that Reagan allowed desk-pounding correction!

        Just don’t apply that to you, dear seminary-taught leader!

That way denouement belays, and we eat confection,

        In That Day must die, sheep must have no true feeder!

 

Never inquire!  Never turn aside! Be altogether incurious!

        NEVER know that 400 prophets believe rapture or emotion-show goosing,

Never know: that if prophecy is bad, then all is spurious!

        One prophetic group knows the third way of High-Ground, right choosing.

 

In That Day, plainly and simply, believers grow! And grow!

        They obtain faith 3.0, yes you might call it Three Point Oh!

Christ-in-You comes quickly, if head has no bad doxie mojo!

        And this causes seminary-taught pastors to say, NO! NO!

 

And I, as a rube-taught, blinkered, sightless sheep,

        I like perspective-less, uncorrectable masters,

I’ll not have In That Day, nor high things reap,

        Nothing must change.  We love disasters!

 

All must be the same,

        Nothing must change,

Thoughts rearrange?

        Dry bones, our bane!

 

As a man, or a country or a world –  as all of it: thinks,

        So that man, country or world is and will be!  Yes, thinking is prison’s key!

In That Day’s, behold quickly: Christ-in-You: stinks!

        Constrict Christian prophetic vision to rapture or emotion-goosing to be free!

 

To hell with increasing sight to reduce clericalism’s rube-making!

        To hell with repenting for Satanic-seminary cake-baking,

Virtual elimination of all God-correction is ours for the taking!

        Church now, like 2,000 years ago!  It’s all in the faking!

 

I want to be taught by pastors,

        Who won’t let you bang on their desks, no never, and tell ‘em their wrong!

Seminary-taught masters!

        Strong, must be their disconnect from Christ! Correction mustn’t belong!

 

That way they, I, we – yes we – all get away,

        With spiritual: Christ-in-You murder!

That way, forever is delayed: In That Day,

        All denouement: STOPPED further!

 

 

 

       

       

 

 

On Pluralistic Thinking… and Christ-in-You Ascension!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/26/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Listen, and be careful how you listen,

        Listen beyond the preacher’s three-point list… then!

Trust, but verify what’s beyond and (self-dealt) missin’!

This is pluralistic thinking, son,

        For In That Day Teachings have begun,

               To free captives, by con artists, largely won!

 

Shall Milk Doxies go to the stars?

        Is this what wins the most noblest wars?

               To keep in charge mind-enslavement czars?

Or nay rather, shall Meat Spirituality and Mentality be it?

        Yes, of course, it frees all from master-mind-enslavement’s pit,

               In That Day Teachings, prophetic from Reno, are the perfect fit.

 

Tie hard experience to change,

        You can’t unravel a mire-pit strange,

               Unless willing to suffer an epic re-arrange!

Do not avoid the clarity of a prophesying root-striker,

        He helps you see better parts of your own self-righter,

               Transcendental language-pluralism: Believe it is no piker!

 

We can evolve out of single-focus mind-binding,

        Greater intelligences garner greater and higher fact-finding,

               That it dements milk leadership to the max, we aren’t minding,

Tragically, we need leaders who know they can’t be trusted,

        To make a path to indwelling that can’t be, by self-dealing, busted,

               Believe that at-once: come quick now, to Christ-in-You: we must wed!

 

Presciently, a fair-good portion of all of this,

        Has been left out of In That Day Teachings’ bliss,

               That there’s more to explore, is preferably: God’s wish!

Why wait ye? What, in God’s green Earth, are you waiting for?

        Must ye stay ensconced, stultified, in small-pond, low-brained stupor?

               What pray tell, ye think In That Day Teachings and their uplift: are for?

 

Ask yourself: Is God very much alive?  Is He Himself, very much alive?

        And… Is He happy with Christianity‘s rube-making, entrapment jive?

               Does He want greater membership in an uninhabitable drone hive?

Or does He, in fact, want Christ-in-You indwelling today?

        Which requires mature, pluralistic, un-gullible minds today…

               Delivered by In That Day Teachings… What do you now say?

 

Dwarfed as we are by spatial-temporal immensities,

        The unaware inhabit fogged by war: immense cities,

               Our egos blind our judgment, we see truth in itsy bitsy’s,

But through reason, self-discipline and higher, pluralistic thinking,

        We can be aware of Milk-Masters, herd by herd, brain shrinking,

               Until worthy of Christ-in-You ascension, eyes not at all blinking.

 

Christ-in-You is un-connable!  And sees all con’ers!  Well, how about that!

        Milk-Master control freaks, by higher minds, are shamed & taken aback!

               No, it’s not what leaders think, In That Day’s loving-most truth attack!

Is it not a day of darkness, at first, very dark… and then, great light!

        You can argue In That Day Teachings: wrong, but you’d not be right!

               So, you choose to ignore, rather than learn, but it only prolongs blight!

 

In That Day Teachings are really about the invisible-most Christ-in-You,

        Who comes quickly each day, as directed by Father God, whom to imbue,

               And this wedding with Christ-in-You denies conned and con’ers untrue,

Which befuddles sub-taught Milk-Master shepherds who pray for solution,

        They give the bad priesthood of clericalism universal, absurd absolution,

               But in fact, Milk leadership is anti-christ to Christ-in-You’s revolution!

 

Which is why In That Day Teachings remain unpopular until In That Day,

        When sub-taught sheep or sub-teaching wolfish preachers get guts to say,

               We must weep! Wail! And Howl! And for forgiveness to God now pray!

Because the Number One thing stopping Jesus from returning more plentiful,

        Is that sheep want shepherds immersed in self-dealing sins rending in full,

                All cheap solutions, but the all-being Christ-in-You: Who suffers no fool!

 

 

 

 

 

Calling All Statesmen!  Calling All Statesmen! (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/15/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

We really need: Statesmen, statesmen, statesmen!

        Statesmen for In That Day,

That’s what we need!  Churchill-ian statesmen!

        Give the wise an hurray!

 

We need shiny shuttle diplomacy,

        To all the Third World-ish leaders of USA Churchianity,

To give ears to hear, eyes to see,

        To prevent God’s judgment hand from doling calamity!

 

Third Wolrd-ish leaders of church,

        In the United States of America today,

Are in corruption’s lurid lurch,

        Fully blind to the wrong of their way,

 

Church leaders, in actual reality, are nothing much,

        But the stunningly blind leading the willfully conned and blind,

Avoiding! Avoiding Christ-in-You’s deep touch!

        Grinding! Grinding pabulum ‘til nothing but dust’s left to grind.

 

Each Third World-ish American, self-glorified thru clericalism church leader,

        Having the faith of a poor person in a poor country,

Believing lies only could be et by a bottom-most, unclean shellfish feeder!

        And if made rich, power corrupts in full bounty!

 

Almost completely disconnected,

        From Western Enlightenment and redounding Christ-in-You’s correction,

They try anything God’s rejected,

        They sell Satan’s rainbow fear-greed-slouch, diabetes-causing confection!

 

All the while, all the while,

        This author of enlightenment believes they, yes they, can ascend,

Seers first: see this bile!

        Necessary for Third World-ish USA wolves to trend, yes trend…

 

To trend back to confessing to rube-making,

        To selling subtext-ual spirits of fear, greed and slouch,

To confess to sheep: their mind-soul raping!

        To cry out, God! We’ve been Christ’s enemy! OUCH!

 

Send the video teams to the majestic statesmen!

        Ready the jets and the materiel support teams!

In That Day Teachings can make great men!

        Just believe!  Lines and precepts and memes!

 

Line upon line, and here a little and there a little,

        Precious rays of light, God’s higher way light!

As opposed to stale, rancid, putrid milk-spittle,

        In That Day Teachings: meat that makes right!

 

But who?  Who, who can believe in paying the unthinkable cost,

        Of USA’s Third World-ish corrupt wolves: more than sightless?

That they’d weep, wail and howl o’er their dealings with Faust,

        And how honoring Christ-in-You would make them blight less!

 

Today we can drive eight-speed cars, not two,

        Made of aluminum frames, engines, bodies – not heavy steel and iron,

Getting 30 to 40 mpg, not just twelve! Ooh!

        How USA’s Third-World-ish church wolves can’t say, “I’m WRONG!”

 

Church is left behind,

        Believing in milk-rot that God no longer supports,

In That Day: FIND!

        Steak lines and precepts: all good God purports!

 

Oh, ye sick, broke, disgusted, tired, failing, failed, half-in-grave pastors!

        LOVE In That Day Teachings… or your otherwise unpreventable disasters,

Confess: inability to be indwelt is due to proudly maintaining YOUR OWN ways,

        Which are old and broken. Be reborn, In That Day, God Himself to you says!

 

Behold overflowing: In That Day’s reaching,

        Seems to give USA Third World-ish pastors an angry, peevish-tantrum rise!

But God to them is, in fact, mature-teaching,

        Anything less than In That Day’s non-hireling Christ-in-You, is compromise.

 

We really need: Statesmen, statesmen, statesmen!

        Statesmen for In That Day,

That’s what we need!  Churchill-ian statesmen!

        Give the wise an hurray!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even As… (In That Day’s Truth Can’t Be Denied!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/03/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Even as a US President says his outrageous, over-the-top scandals are,

        Phony,

Churchianity leaders use wily, brain-dumbing shenanigans to stay in the,

        Money.

 

Even as the world’s governments are awash in sovereign,

        Debt,

Churchianity leaders disbelieve In That Day Teachings,

        Yet.

 

Even as the heretofore: unseen, foul-smelling pattern of refusing all options of,

        Maturity,

Becomes clear, profound tellingly: Churchianity leaders still use fey dominion,      

        Puerility.

 

Even as the connecting of dots, patterns, lines, waves and all such,

        Things,

Point to church failure to stop its own and state’s tyranny that,

        Brings…

 

Mankind to a state of (self-dealing) church and state hidden-psycho-mental,

        Enslavement,

In That Day Teachings say the answer is (self-correcting) God’s Western,

        Enlightenment.

 

Even with the ramping up of greater, more powerful reality distortion propaganda,

        Blight,

Locks up souls in mental frustration, In That Day Teachings look more and more,

        Right.

 

Even as church knows, makes, sees, comprehends no Living Masters, no,

        NONE!

In That Day Teachings cannot, but thru Christ-in-You, make multitudes, not just,

        SOME!

 

And even as, ye gods, old nasal praise, mantric sound & bad-dumb love source is,

        DERANGED!

In That Day shall bring alpine-clearing, sanity winds as God upgrades 2.0 souls,

         CHANGED!

 

 

Flirting with Eternal Catastrophe…  (In That Day)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/02/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Flirting with eternal catastrophe,

        How so free, so nonchalant, people seem to be,

High taught yet oft treacherously,

        Knocking pillars down, enfant terrible: seedy.

 

Roaring with a drag racing bulldozer,

        Never admitting they’ve been a double-agent poser,

Saying they’re a Moses knower,

        Reaping ne’erless, what comes to every fey sower .

 

Reaping a bitter end-of-days harvest,

        Of ancient-rebellion, ant-like spirits eating away,

A host scorpion in false angel’s vest,

        Once scorpion is exposed, its job is done away.

 

Then the only job left for spirits who tormented all,

        Who ever came near the host,

Spirits devour remains of host, until a shell small,

        Host used us, we host! their boast.

 

As ever, God’s Mark 16:20 signs always abound,

        For good or ill, therefore we all should shudder,

All with eyes to see, ears to hear God’s sound,

        Expunge evil! NOW! Dear sister, dear brother!

 

God isn’t kidding around, judging our text AND subtext!

        Most speak truth, with spirits running oft Progtard, jolly-foul, lupine amok,

In That Day, the NOT-Christ-in-You’ll get what’s next!

        They get eaten up by their own hoist of petard spirits, while un-woke up!

 

It could be so different,

        So very, much higher and better!

In That Day, how we’re meant,

        To be: Christ-in-You, red letter!

 

Ah, but what’s the use?

        Who believes, in religion, the true prophetic quickly comes now, anymore?

High teachings: peruse!

        Honor Christ-in-You in others, or be et by God defy-ants in one’s own store.

 

 

Christ-in-You Hides in Plain Sight!  (In That Day)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/28/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

When I was an older boy, not yet a full grown man,

        I tried to convince my friend to distrust and firmly stand,

Against wrong-skinned folk, frankly those born black,

        He said he would NOT.  Right then, he turned me back.

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

I always remember, what Nicolas, my friend, did to me,

        I wanted us both blind, prejudiced, superior.  He made me see,

Previously, we had agreed on most everything together,

        But Christ’s sagacity came out, in Nick, when Nick said, never.

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

Even then much earlier, I showed my friend Jack what I did to Glenn,

        My little brother, I showed Jack, I’d hold down Glenn and spit on him!

I showed Jack, how I’d hold down Glenn, mockingly spit… and then,

        Jack knocked me off!  Mounted me!  And spat on me again & again!

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

Both Glenn and myself learned, yes we learned In That Day,

        Christ is a savior Who’s not so very, very far away!

Even in kids playing in their astonishingly puerile way,

        Christ-in-You hits pride, so that justice has sway.

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

How about you, oh you: never taught Christ-in-You Christian being?

        Can you share being knocked off high horse one-eighty seeing?

Do you honor the bloke that knocks your block to wake you up?

        That bloke is no joke… is it maybe: Christ-in-You full up?

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

Some, of course, will never see nothing, no nothing!

        Christ comes and goes quickly!  That’s something,

Pride can’t see, even right there plainly in front of pride’s face!

        And who, but the religious, have the most pride in the human race?

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

Hence, In That Day Teachings explain the workings of this,

        High understanding, naturally, causes mirth-things of bliss,

While causing the blind to be even more mechanically, dead-soul blind,

        Those who see, see! And hear, hear!  The rest are temporarily: behind.

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

Christ-in-You lives and judges between and amongst our text and subtext,

        Honestly, no one but the Father knows what He’ll do next!

When He returns, behold, quickly now…He asks us, Will He find faith?

        Oh religious leaders, so full of it, what now you saith?

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

Oh religious leaders, stumbling with unholy malapropisms,

        With Invisible Stage Dummies exposing cracked prisms,

Songs full of naught, and droughts of rotten peaches speeches,

        Each attempt to go higher, reaching the far lowest of reaches.

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

You think, oh leaders, Christ doesn’t know you give best prizes for worst work?

        You think Christ not in sheep made dumber by your emergent mind torque?

You think only in the by and by you’ll meet Christ on the other side In That Day?

        Think again.  You’ve met Christ, in others.  You do NOT like what they say.

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

Happily, sadly: depending on the faith case, yes depending on the faith case,

        Christ, indeed, comes quickly in our blessed, so blessed, human race!

The Tragic View has it best,                           (Think!  Selah!  Selah!)

        Let Utopian Views rest.                          (Weep! Howl! Wail-a!)

 

Christ-in-You hides in plain sight!

 

 

 

 

 

Where are (Christ) Like-Minded Scholars? (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/27/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Calling all scholars!  Calling all scholars!

        Not too overly rigid!  Not too overly loose!

Ye need not, but can have, white collars!

        All gone?  Gone? Who cooked the goose?

 

So busy, so busy!  Then again: busy!

        The great intellects of God!

Conferences by conferences: many!

        In That Day ignored!  Odd!

 

Calling all scholars!

        Yes, all scholars that veritably be!

Not truth-maulers,

        Ones that want: Christ-in-Ye!

 

Is it so: too much to ask,

        That scholars take note of the work of In That Day?

To honor a great task?

        Behold, a great, green pine bough!  Hip-Hurray?

 

Or, Bah!  Double-down: Humbug!

        Oh scholars, don’t act as one!  Not all as one!

Turn back and shrug?  Shrug?

        Behold: Christ-in-You come! Or none?

 

Calling all earnest scholars!

        Please put on your thinking-at-highest-level smart-caps!

Ignore dead stern cabal’ers,

        Behold: These new Undiscovered Territory color maps!

 

Is it come now, or is it not,

        Once again: like Fourteen Ninety-two?

Your silence: a bad plot!

        In That Day Teachings: old, yet new!

 

No man, without God’s help and guidance,

        Could write so many lines, poems and Truth!  Capital T Truth!

Else God be with him in epic mind-dance,

        Scholars, must you this work, beyond all others: forsooth?

 

To date, Yes!  Sadly, yes you ever  say, No!

        To a fresh wind with answers a plenty,

Tomorrow, No? Tomorrow, you’ll say, Go?

        To In That Day Teachings: a gently.

 

Put on your man pants, no sandals but rugged, high country boots!

        Put on your mature woman dress!  The full cahoots!

Give in That Day: chance! Stop the nay saying, endless moots!

        Christ-in-You will be proved, I guess.  Deep roots!

 

Then there’s always,

        Weeping!  Wailing!  And howling!

The price sin pays,

        For church being too dang fouling…

 

And destructive, in full antipode, in carnal enmity, to the Spirit return,

        Of Christ-in-You honored.  Yes, honored!  Reciprocity: honored!

Christ the Bride and His groomsman even now both stuck in a burn,

        For when scholars, then priests, then sheep: no longer in canard.

 

The false report always was, is and will be,

        That Christ comes to escape us from his full indwelling maturity,

First Century authors wrote pluralistically,

        They longed for Christ’s return, even as He came in them, see?

 

Are we not enjoying the fruits of Christ’s timeless, continual return?

        With electricity? (Edison indwelt) With iPhones? (Jobs indwelt,)

The Devil or Christ made von Braun’s Apollo moon rockets burn?

        The world awash in millennium riches, still none can learn?

 

Oh, scholars!  Oh scholars!  Oh demented scholars!

        Oh, how I would take ye under wing as a hen does her chicks!

If pride were money, you’d have infinite dollars!

        Learn In That Day Teachings and how Christ-in-You ticks.

 

 

A Conversation from the Anti-Milk-Church Underground…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/26/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

The following dialogue is taken from the screenplay of the 2008 science fiction movie Stargate: The Ark of Truth*.  Two religious warrior leaders who previously fought for and dedicated their lives to milk religion… later discovered their religion to be sub-truthful and energy-sucking.  The energy from sheep… empowered leader demigods to wield strange, unearthly  powers.  These wizened warriors are sad for the legions they hurt because of their blind ignorance and misplaced faith.  They talk to one another over dinner, unable to eat any food.   [Strange how similar to In That Day Teachings!] – rwb

 

 

ANTI-MILK-CHURCH UNDERGROUND WARRIOR #1

 

Nothing I have done since turning against the Goa’ul [i.e. Milk-Church-Demigods] will make up for the atrocities I once committed in their name.  Somewhere deep inside you, you knew it was wrong.  A voice you did not recognize screamed for you to stop.  You saw no way out.  It was the way things were.  They could not be changed.  You tried to convince yourself the people you were hurting deserved it.  You became numb to their pain and suffering.  You learned to shut out the voice speaking against it.

 

ANTI-MILK-CHURCH UNDERGROUND WARRIOR #2

 

There’s always a choice.

 

ANTI-MILK-CHURCH UNDERGROUND WARRIOR #1

 

Indeed, there is.

 

ANTI-MILK-CHURCH UNDERGROUND WARRIOR #2

 

I chose to ignore it.

 

ANTI-MILK-CHURCH UNDERGROUND WARRIOR #1

 

Yet you sit here now.

 

ANTI-MILK-CHURCH UNDERGROUND WARRIOR #2

 

I sit here… and I cannot imagine the day when I will forgive myself.

 

ANTI-MILK-CHURCH UNDERGROUND WARRIOR #1

 

(Intensely)

Because it will never come.  One day, others may try to convince you they have forgiven you.  That is more about them than you.  For them, imparting forgiveness is a blessing.

 

ANTI-MILK-CHURCH UNDERGROUND WARRIOR #2

 

How do you go on?

 

ANTI-MILK-CHURCH UNDERGROUND WARRIOR #1

 

It is simple.  You will never forgive yourself.  Accept it.  You hurt others.  Many others.  That cannot be undone.  You will never find personal retribution [the act of paying back wrongs done.]  But your life does not have to end.  That which is right, just and true can still prevail.  If you do not fight for what you believe in, all may be lost for everyone else.  But do not fight for yourself, fight for others – others that may be saved through your effort.  That is the least you can do.

 

 

 

* Plot Spoiler:  The Ark of Truth was an ancient stone box that wise religious leaders (Ancients) left in antiquity for future foundling-humans, inexorably bound to be oppressed by a partially ascended religious semi-human species called Priors and Ori.  The wise Ancients knew future impoverished humans, whose free will would be grossly violated by half-ascended demigod Priors and Ori, would need to know what was inside the Ark of Truth.  With help of humans from Earth, common believers learned the Ark contained an intense beam of light making all see that the Priors and Ori  were not gods.

 

The Ori had the best intentions when they first began, but as evidenced on numerous occasions throughout history, power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.  The Ori were, for all intents and purposes, omnipotent and liked it...

 

The Priors said things like: “We are beacons on the road to enlightenment.”

 

The men from Earth: “No, you are dark-side intergalactic encyclopedia salesmen.  But unfortunately, the home office [the Ori] hasn’t been quite upfront with you.”

 

 

 

 

On the Great Lists of Things Low-Thinkers Won’t Ever Do…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/25/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Early warning radar indicates that constitutional lawyer and radio talk host Mark Levin will in August of 2013 be announcing his proposal for 11 Amendments to the US Constitution to stop 113 years of Progtard Socialism, which is hidden mind-soul enslavement much worse than literal shackles because the work is purposely veiled to sub-educated, over-tyrannized souls.  Levin’s proposal comes at a time when modern church is adrift through leaders taught in public education (and later in sad-sack seminaries) to love cats eating the mice, so long as clericalism enables shepherds to be undetected church cats eating acquiescent church mice.  Hence, sub-taught sheep have no mental or spiritual bolster to fix either state or church, since both are parasitic, hidden, rube-making, uncorrectable and heretofore unstoppable.  In That Day Teachings, not surprisingly, bolster the mentalities and spirits of believers to the point of enabling a high element of Christ-in-You in ascended souls.  Christ-in-You souls are integrated, wise, and can “read the stitches on the fastballs” thrown at them by subconscious, yet highly domineering and extremely wily, Neuro-Linguistic-Programming, mesmerizing shenanigan-masters of both church and state.  Therefore, In That Day Teachings are able to bolster souls and reverse the horrendous sub-teaching, sub-education and horrendously evil milk-repetition-hypnotism involved in modern Churchianity gospel of self-dealing shepherds who effectively disable sheep’s sight from seeing what is really going on. Therefore low-brother state and low-sister religion by unspoken design… eliminate ascended sight, eliminate ascended hearing, eliminate general intelligence, eliminate freedom, eliminate liberty and most especially eliminate any chance of cogent Christ-in-You in this millennium or any other.  These things are done through a text of small truth with huge subtexts of shilling fear, greed, laziness and loving domination and loathing laws and group-despise of any good, seeing  soul and any good constitution that by example and witness and effective living – conquers the evils of hidden slavery. – rwb

 

Too many rebels, really, without a clue,

        Choosing soft tyranny, calling it nirvana!            (& Christ-in-You approves?)

With lists of things they won’t e’er do,

        Mainly: eating bitter, humbling manna.              (How Christ-in-You moves!)

 

We’ve had enough, we’ve had enough,

        Oh God! We’ve had enough of truth!  Enough of it, we say!

They ever say, they’ve had enough,

        Truth: To change the world, but it stays the same today. 

 

Too many rebels, really, without a clue,

        Choosing soft tyranny, calling it nirvana!            (& Christ-in-You approves?)

With lists of things they won’t e’er do,

        Mainly: eating bitter, humbling manna.              (How Christ-in-You moves!)

 

Rebels without a scintilla of an honest, real clue,       (which is to…)

        Say they sure do hate tyranny!

Then, at church, bow heads to what Mesmers do,     (which is to…)

        Geld the majority… the many!

 

Too many rebels, really, without a clue,

        Choosing soft tyranny, calling it nirvana!            (& Christ-in-You approves?)

With lists of things they won’t e’er do,

        Mainly: eating bitter, humbling manna.              (How Christ-in-You moves!)

 

Preachers with astonishingly, gross, foul malapropisms,

        Fail to shock clueless sheep, sitting passively within,

Yet the rebels clueless can’t see big-wolf sin’s schisms,

        In fey modern church, wolves eat sheep brains thin.

 

Too many rebels, really, without a clue,

        Choosing soft tyranny, calling it nirvana!            (& Christ-in-You approves?)

With lists of things they won’t e’er do,

        Mainly: eating bitter, humbling manna.              (How Christ-in-You moves!)

 

In That Day Teachings in rarified air explain all this,

        All this, and Christ-in-You and much more!

But unfinished-awakened rebels in self-satisfied bliss,

        Say the state, never their church, is whore!

 

Too many rebels, really, without a clue,

        Choosing soft tyranny, calling it nirvana!            (& Christ-in-You approves?)

With lists of things they won’t e’er do,

        Mainly: eating bitter, humbling manna.              (How Christ-in-You moves!)

 

Our capitols won’t correct themselves, ever-ever-ever-ever-ever!

        Neither our winking, small-brained, largely domineering men of the book,

The two-headed cabal feeds themselves, my how fiendish-clever!

        So In That Day hasn’t yet come.  So they still gorge themselves, just look!

 

Too many rebels, really, without a clue,

        Choosing soft tyranny, calling it nirvana!            (& Christ-in-You approves?)

With lists of things they won’t e’er do,

        Mainly: eating bitter, humbling manna.              (How Christ-in-You moves!)

 

Too many rebels without a clue, not a clue!

        Sly-dedicated in entirety to just miniscule emergent-relativized improvement,

In That Day, so near, yet far!  Oh great rue!

        Soft brains, un-ruggedized, plugged, buried-dead, skeletons: no movement!

 

Too many rebels, really, without a clue,

        Choosing soft tyranny, calling it nirvana!            (& Christ-in-You approves?)

With lists of things they won’t e’er do,

        Mainly: eating bitter, humbling manna.              (How Christ-in-You moves!)

 

And then, then it grew!

        A movement of seeing and hearing beyond the sad-foolers’ sub-think-realm!

In That Day! WHEW!

        But those who sit, nor move, nor call, nor go: put an ax to high growth’s elm.

 

Too many rebels, really, without a clue,

        Choosing soft tyranny, calling it nirvana!            (& Christ-in-You approves?)

With lists of things they won’t e’er do,

        Mainly: eating bitter, humbling manna.              (How Christ-in-You moves!)

 

 

 

 

Re-becoming Upwardly Mobile – or Flushing it All Down…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/17/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

It’s so nice to be upwardly mobile,

        It’s something most of America, well, forgot,

Our dreams die hard, and our will,

        When the carnal crashes from spirit drought.

 

Everywhere you look,

        Drought-spirit-caused: carnal crashing,

And epic horror book!

        Progtard-divided houses: a smashing.

 

Moral equivalency gone pretty much: stark-raving, illogical crazy,

        Church sub-taught blacks demanding double jeopardy,

Not for O.J. Simpson, but post-trial Zimmerman’s their daisy!

        Their bulls eye for mob-lynching: reverse-phase-y.

 

Evil number one in corrupted Western world,

        The lying, rotten, sold out news media,

Evil number two, progressive memes: lurid,

        Three, sub-taught church can’t feed ya’!

 

So celebrated hordes of sub-taught-by-Churchianity blacks,

        Backed by sub-taught black shepherd: feral, blind idiots,

Against Western Justice make inebriated insanity attacks,

        To the prodding cheers of a media of mental midgets.

 

How did the un-flushable,

        Swirling toilet of unmentionable objects come to pass?

Church became unstable,

        Spiritually, then education, media: lie-lovers en masse!

 

And that, friends, is why,

        In That Day Teachings are the unavoidable answer,

Love truth, and not lie,

        Weep! Wail! Howl!  Then with truth, be dancer.

 

Come now, celebrate Western Enlightenment, all,

        Celebrate In That Day Teachings, though undeniably hard!

Want to watch Progtards redo the Roman Fall?

        Or watch and bless Christ-in-You!  Then believe this bard!

 

Propagandized brains are no small laughing matter,

        Yet, Lord God, have mercy!

Lies bought for a century of Progtard mad hatter,

        But, it can get worse!  See?

 

That’s why In That Day Teachings have now come,

        They are the answers, bitter truths, yes: in sum,

It can get worse, bad, madder! Don’t let it become,

        What all fear.  Nay rather, Christ-in-You: on!

 

Yes, it is a sad, sad, sad day,

        Propagandized brains, hopelessly restless,

Unable to buy truth’s ray,

        Face God’s truths now!  Be not feckless!

 

So, is it really, really all that bad,

        To live in a society chock full of propagandized, fearfully convinced brains?

God’s counsel: Madness is mad,

        Choose Western Enlightenment and Christ-in-You’s tenderly cinched reins.

 

Worse than everything by far,

        Is Church’s rejection of In That Day Teachings: spiritually upward & sane,

Great pride: a tall, high bar,

        For weeping, wailing, howling; them astray; orphaned, God-desolate: far.

 

Jealous as hell, they are,

        That everyday the thousands-and-thousands of puzzle pieces prove true,

Close to God, not far!

        And still, even now, In That Day… wolf-Mandarins not a thing: rue?

 

How can it be that multitudes and multitudes of leaders pray, pray, pray and pray,

        For God to have solutions to their man-caused, epic, toxic, spiritual disaster?

Then ignore tough, true answers provided by In That Day, yes in: In That Day!

        Which redounds unto Christ-in-You!  Leaders, pray tell, who’s your master?

 

God wants to know: Who ignores in totality,

        Answers provided for leaders who pray, pray, pray and pray?

God answers them in fact, indeed in reality!

        And when leaders ignore, what’ll they say, say, say and say?

 

To God, finding: In That Day,

        When Him, in heaven, they cannot ignore,

Mercy! On their blinding way,

        Must leaders be clothed in leaven’s gore?

 

 

Of the Internet, the Bible’s Ethiopian and In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/15/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

So, at the end of World War Two, prescient scientists saw,

        Need to connect the world’s knowledge unto man,

Or else power without wisdom become Armageddon’s paw,

        Eventually, the internet wisely became God’s plan…

 

So, has Churchianity used the web and internet to make man wise?

        To be generally intelligent, moral and lover of Western law?

No less than Abraham Lincoln said this was salvation’s device!

        Or has Churchianity sold a self-serving narrative: quite raw?

 

Has Churchianity used the internet to sell, in sublime subtext,

        Rapture’s fear, prosperity’s greed or myriad-emergent whatever’s laziness?

And, has Churchianity amped up every evil hypnotism hex?

        Indeed, narrative-myopia-unassailable-enslavement is its soul craziness!

 

Point this out,

        And you’ll be: THE BAD MAN!

Shut truth out,

        And you’ll be: THEIR AD MAN!

 

Right now, the befuddled brains of spurious, uncorrectable, great church leaders,

        Can’t believe their nominal, bastardized use of scripture,

Can be criticized!  Sacrosanct, demigod-like-unquestionable bottom- feeders,

        So self-shrunken-brained, they can’t see the big picture.

 

Dear God!  They can’t see past their dumb narrative!

        Like jungle aborigines convinced missionaries in sky are begotten of Devil,

Killing the In That Day messenger, their pejorative,

        Death wish: Nothing can be higher than their scrambled ideas disheveled?

 

Dear friends in leadership in oh-so wayward Evangelicalism,

        I, Robert Winkler Burke, being 59, will not live on forever!

Let’s meet in the High Sierras for high dialogue, not schism!

        You need to learn the Undiscovered High Country better!

 

Walk with me and talk with me,

        Ask me questions… What on Earth could it hurt?

I won’t bite!  I promise thee!

        Let not history record: that none would convert?

 

I simply cannot, cannot, cannot believe,

        That Evangelical minds exposed to: their prayers’ supertemporal answers,

Would not see and be unable to grieve,

        That with the Devil’s small-brained way, they have been proud dancers!

 

So, on and on Evangelical wolves repeat,

        Deadly Dead-to-God’s Spirit mantras,

And fail to teach lines and precepts replete,

        Of In That Day’s salvation: can’t ya’s!

 

Can’t ‘ya see the internet, yes the internet!

        Can be used by God and man for uplift? Great uplift!

Unto redounded Christ-in-You, you bet!

        Hup to!  Exercise that brain! Get: God-in-You fit!

 

So, it’s Breadcrumb Trails for Algernon,                    (High ways take high minds!)

        A Rosetta stone of Understanding,                    (Seek more than low grinds!)

In That Day Teachings and then some!                      (Find what high brain finds!)

        Measure the man: his full standing!                     (Worship not: left behinds!)

 

Meet the author, and call him,

        Catch his spirit while you can!

Imbued: Christ-in-You: him,

        Time, indeed, waits for no man!

 

The Ethiopian, pre-internet, famously asked,

        How can a man know else he be spirit-to-spirit taught?

Make yourself appear in Reno: your task,

        And test if such things be true, In That Day: ye ought!

 

Or wait and wait for this Burke fellow to up and die,

        And then maybe you’ll honor a long-dead prophet?

Time already proves In That Day’s precepts don’t lie!

        Honor unto whom honor is due: So don’t mock it.

 

See the internet, with spiritual insight, for what it is!

        God’s end-run around dumb-down, rube-making, self-hurt wolf-shepherds,

Receive Higher Truth: today’s Christ-in-You biz!

        Or, must you prove less than Earth-shaking: no spots change on leopards?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aha! The World’s Greatest Puzzle Pieced In… (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/12/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

The world’s greatest puzzle,             (Vast material covered: thoroughly!)

        Almost done!                               (Why so much bloody barrels of ink?)

Most prophets: muzzled,                     (Wolf-shepherds to feel bad sorely!)

        Not this one.                                 (Minds made to, parallel-like, think!)

 

Paul said God’s greatest mystery,

        Is Christ-in-You,

My books explore this: His story,

        Man imbued!

 

‘Cept most Christians just can’t believe it!

        Having no eyes to see, no ears to hear it!

The leaders who love it so, just can’t stand rebuke!

        And doctrines that make them that way, they can’t puke!

 

So the drone-making leaders drone on,

        Making drones, everybody in spirit about as dead as nails,

So, am I a Bar-Jesus come-on?

        To stand against high things is to stand in locomotive rails.

 

So, choose you this day, this: In That Day,

        Must you give In That Day Teachings your back?

Or can you muster up “Hurray!”?

        Truth has a way of doing things lies lack.

 

Anything!  Anything!  Anything!

        Dear God, but that Evangelical shenaniganized leadership is amiss!

Go away! Go away! Go away!

        Bad prophet that exposes all done to create anti-Christ false bliss!

 

And I’m so tired of that same-old response,

        How is it possible God, Himself, isn’t too?

They have no place to hide or ensconce,

        So sure am I, what I wrote: is True.

 

So, here is precisely what is going to happen,

        Refusing-truth leaders are gonna beat themselves up: BAD! Ouchy BAD!

So easy to see, this prophet: God’s mappin’,

        In That Day, they’ll say, That prophet’s God: IS God! We’ve been HAD!

 

Then: Weepin’, then: Wailing, then: Howling!

        All will be forgiven, yes: In That Day,

When darkness, lies and jiving, scowling,

        Of wolf-shepherds will be swept away.

 

It’s one heaven of a puzzle!

        Sort of like Einstein scientists searching and searching for a universal theory,

Most prophets: muzzled,

        My honor: shouting Western Enlightened: Christ-in-You! Hear ye! Hear ye!

 

All’s well that ends well,

        So then, will it?

Christ-in-You comes swell,

        Don’t: ill-will it!

 

Don’t ill-will this something old, something new,

        How can religionistas fight the incontrovertible fact: God wants to imbue!

Funny, what a hell of a mess… Ooh!

        Never mind all that!  Behold, eyes to see! Salute the next Christ-in-You!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How the Evangelical Weltanschauung Doth Err (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/11/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

With much thanks to the writings of Mark Levin and George Will, whom I copy herein.  In addition, friendship from professors Victor Davis Hanson and Bruce Thornton have helped me draw from their deep well of re-pioneered understanding of ancient sources (Hebrew, Greek, Roman and Gothic Christian) of Western Enlightenment.  I also, as author of In That Day Teachings, point out that First Century Christians were not wrong to believe and write of Jesus’ imminent return, while in so doing they wrote (we see now) pluralistically, such that inerrancy can be gleaned from all of their writings, because has not Christ-in-You, behold, been quickly coming to ascend humanity all along?  And has not humanity, so long as it holds the tragic – not therapeutic – view that leaders mustn’t self-deal, and all followers must guard against leaders who will want to self-deal, then has not humanity ascended profoundly from darkness to bright star-travel? Indeed! – rwb

Is God’s highest wish that a tall, tan, fit, handsome,

        Corporal Jesus return to have no separation of politics,

               And religion, and hence make pluralism impossible and,

                        Be hostile to modernity born by rational science and reason,

                                    And thereby guarantee economic and social incompetence?

 

Because this was just done,

        By Extreme Muslim religionistas,

               Of the Muslim Brotherhood,

                        In Egypt, Jesus’ childhood home,

                                    By Mohamed Morsi.

 

Morsi was overthrown by the Egyptian Army,

        Its leaders trained in West Point’s high mentality of thought,

               Full of Western Enlightenment precepts (surely gifts from God!)

                        In which inalienable human rights must necessarily,

                                    Trump the madness of majority-vote mobocracy.

 

Who has overthrown the obviously, prima fascie, extremely wrong,

        Evangelical Weltanschauung that clings tenaciously to,

               A corporal Jesus returning to (of all things!)

                        Overthrow two-thousand years of,

                                    Christ-in-You (the Devil didn’t do it!)

                                                Western Enlightenment?

 

Is it God’s highest wish that,

        When Christ-in-You, behold with eyes to see,

               Returns in a congregant in Spirit and Truth,

                        The leadership plays Whack-a-Mole,

                                    And denies same Truth and Spirit?

 

Is not the design of Evangelical thinking (if you call it thinking,)

        To verily confound and obliterate all Christ-in-You occurrences?

               To have god-like unassailable knowledge,

                        That there is no knowledge,

                                    Of Christ-in-You?

 

Is it God’s highest wish that,  (all humility expunged, all pride kept so that,)

               Anti-Christ-in-You lines, precepts, mores and repeated teachings,

                        Create fanatical, uncorrectable, intransigent adherents to,

                                    Their own rigid-righteous, futile, certain fatuity that,

                                                The Great Mystery of God is NOT Christ-in-You,

                                                            And never was, is or will be Christ-in-You?

 

The undeniable Letmotif of Evangelical Mindscape Thought,

        Is that they have no intension of maturity in Christ-in-you,

               But every intension to disfigure and mangle humans with Christ-in-You,

                        And to continue all abrogation of duty to enable Christ-in-You,

                                    And to never be a willing participant in God-Christ-in-You.

 

Is it God’s highest wish that,

        Evangelical seminaries major on minor things?  (Abhorring holy flexibility!)

               That preachers loath Western Enlightenment and its self-correction?

                        That all be blind to God’s mandate for civic pluralism?

                                    That the church-taught alway misapprehend Christ-in-You?

 

Yet, leaders who lead others wrongly…

        Are they not, in time, proved wrong and effectively confounded?

               And doesn’t time mature most things?  Even stubborn things?

                        And is not wise: the hidden ways of God’s own Christ-in-You?

                                    How fully ironic, then, to awaken to now: In That Day!

                                                How blessed, greatly blessed: Christ-in-You!

                                                            Even so, Christ-in-You! Now come!

                                                                        Come now: Christ-in-You!

                                                                                               

                                               

 

 

 

How Do You (!) Preclude the Need for an Oracle-Prophet?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/07/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

How did you preclude the need,

        For a rebuking, chastising, good-old-fashioned, eccentric: oracle-prophet?

Oh preacher, who died in deed,

        What’ll we do with you?  You thought heaven was stuck in your pocket?

 

Yes sir, kind angel, blocking me at heaven’s gates!

        Me and my kind were pretty self-righteous sure of ourselves,

We know.  You’re the kind that full exasperates!

        Your Churchianity did a sublime facsimile of various hells.

 

This I now know!  I know, kind angel!

        First, I served up Rapture’s fear!  It is how I gained control,

You bent many sheep off angle!

        Yes! But then I stopped!  I offered prosperity for each soul!

 

And greed.   Don’t forget greed!

        Yes, kind angel.  After I got ultra rich, I saw that! I saw that!

And greed grew in sheep’s seed!

        Uhm, sorry about that!  Here, you forgave my sheep of that?

 

Never mind whom we let in, despite wrong teaching!

        You, sir, saw you were first fear, then greed preaching?

Yes, kind angel, I itched each ear’s strong itching!

        That’s why I turned emergent: supine-laziness seeking!

 

And so you turned from fear and greed to supremely indolent-lazy?

        Sorry angel, on Earth I couldn’t admit such sin, but here: I can!

And you see bad emotions make Christ-in-You undoable: crazy?

        Yes, angel, I see that now!  Fear, greed, slouch: whatta sham!

 

Yet, you still haven’t told us,

        How did you preclude the need for a correcting prophet?

I shan’t miss heaven’s bus!

        I remember this poet, his poems!  Alive, I mocked it!

 

He strongly believed in a time now called In That Day,

        When leaders, purged of sub-textual sin, normally never seen!

Along with Western Enlightenment’s correcting way,

        Would remove our era’s mind-enslavement Mandarin queens!

 

Why, we leaders in church liked sharing powers with politicos,

        We, ourselves, were raised in progressive mind-muck schools!

And that poet-prophet told us we were enslavers of every nose,

        Enslavers of the mind, we were kings with our own bad rules!

 

And what did this poet-prophet say about your rigid-fixed rules?

        He said sub-taught leaders use rules to box-trap sheep!

He said there are guidelines, no rules; God wants no blind fools!

        So we hated him.  Our tithe rules we had, yes, to keep!

 

This prophet-poet seemed to have trust and confidence, yes confidence!

        That sheep didn’t need kings, nor con’ers nor progressive-elite rulers!

He said Christ-in-You came, with talents, to minds not raped, not dense!

        But we leaders doubled-down on being ever greater-great foolers!

 

This, in heaven, we all know,

        You as a preacher, were like any other Joe,

Christ-in-You: you loathed!

        You precluded the need for a prophet, so…

 

BOOM!  CRASH!  BANG!

        Here! Oh angel, comes my church’s Praise Bus!

It’s my gang!  Gang!

        Rock on!  Rock on! Jesus did it all for us!

 

And now come legions of my lost!

        We avoided correction at all cost!

Forever, we will sing with Faust!

        Never, by God, will we be bossed!

 

And so our dear, kind angel,

        Left that section, made temporary to look like heaven, not hell,

For all shall get their angle,

        All precluding the need of any correction: don’t turn out well.

 

But the other poor Joe’s,

        Next door, in hell, to that most perdition-bedeviled section,

Complained of noise, so,

        Were, by Mercy, let in to heaven’s most perfect election!

 

God, then, really hates those,

        Who hate Christ-in-You,

He comes! He doth choose!

        Now, what will you do?

       

 

 

 

How Do You Keep a Great Thing from Being Blindly Flushed?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/05/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

How do you shepherd, LORD, a great thing?

        You gave me, I developed, high things, high seeing of In That Day,

I thought it would, quick-quick, revival bring!

        It has been treated as toilet paper: sadly, blindly flushed away!

 

Curious, how incurious, all have been,

        While they pray, LORD, help increase our progressive-sub-taught thinking!

Almost all: strangely lorded unseen,

        Out-thought, out-maneuvered by unquestioned memes & Mandarin queens.

 

Are In That Day Teachings to be closed, prophet Daniel-style, like a book?

        Or kept quiet, only to be found by those who earnestly, purely look?

Or pushed out, loud, heralded as burning bush?  To witness Reno’s nook?

        Or used as judgment on wolves, draped in style, whom truth forsook?

 

All that and more,

        Oh In That Day scribe of Mine,

A perfect whore,

        Man’s religion: not so divine.

 

Christian, so-called religion,

        Has become perfect-stronghold uncorrectable,

Seminaries by the legion,

        Send Granfalloon masters unquestionable…

 

To brain-fry and imprison,

        Sheep!  Yes, My Sheep!  And they love it so!

A Lords of Flies Mission,

        These wolf-sheep cabals, won’t awaken so…

 

I gave you Our In That Day Teachings,

        To give them to all – yes all – reject,

They cannot say We weren’t reaching,

        When they are by hell then kept!

 

So they still, even now still, cling to dead-soul seminaries,

        They cling to ultra-rich televangelists mesmerizing the lost!

They cling to the “they’re bad, we’re not” tooth fairies,

        They cling to every old way, forgoing correction at all cost!

 

March on, oh learned, beloved scribe of In That Day,

        Two hundred and thirty-seven years ago a new truth was tried,

That with one God and one great Western civil way,

        Life would be good, and it was!  Those who fought it, died!

 

In That Day those who must fight,

        And especially those who ignore, yes, those who ignore!

In That Day’s high truths’ might,

        By their own hand, yes they themselves, they shall gore!

 

And on and on it will go,

        Until enough people finally, at last, wake up to In That Day,

Then they won’t let go,

        Of Truth, which is Christ-in-You now come, hip-hip-hurray!

 

People will smack their palms,

        Into their heads!

For foregoing due alms,

        Lies: their beds!

 

They shall WEEP!

        They shall WAIL!  And their beings: HOWL!

No more sleep,

        In That Day: seeing, owning their sins, foul!

 

And so it will take time, My warrior son,

        For In That Day Teachings to have their full effect,

For truth’s rejection has gone too long,

        Stand back! Behold!  You ain’t seen nothing: YET!

 

Number one on the agenda of seeing,

        Is to get seminaries, shepherds and bible study home groups,

To master Mesmer memes of being,

        That all awake from hypnotization.  It’s their biggest oops!

 

 

 

 

 

Empathy for the Sub-Taught? Or Their Sub-Taught Teachers?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/03/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Any empathy for the sub-taught,

        From leaders in religion who sub-teach them?

Any concern for those taught not,

        High, but to see NOT one, but no shenanigan?

 

No empathy from rube-making,

        Dupe-making, fake-God-making, dishonest brokers?

To want to stop sheep-breaking,

        And begin general awakening... is BAD, say jokers?

 

With them, Up is exactly down!

        With them, Down is exactly up!

Correct shepherds?  It garners frown!

        This closed fold lets in: just wolf pup!

 

No, there’s absolutely no empathy for the sub-taught,

        In truth, the shepherds in charge want you to feel sorry for themselves!

Unspoken, they know by whom their souls’ bought!

        In truth, weep for them!  Unspeakably, they’re bound to gates of hells!

 

It’s why they hate, they hate! so much,

        Teachings of In That Day!

It hurts real bad to wake from such,

        Empathy!  Empathy, anyway!

 

Today’s Christian leaders are so obviously,

        Yet hidden-to-their-own-eyes, they are most baby-like!

In That Day Teachings strike obnoxiously,

        To them, impossible to grow up, they’re so unladylike.

 

LORD, have tender mercy on us all!

        Whether trying to improve or cling to and keep: bad Christian-dom!

Let empathy be in, and rule o’er all,

        Christ-in-You comes in the smart, reductio ad absurdum, not dumb!

       

Ah, but the existent wolves say, We see too!

        We see this rebuking tome, and its unlikeable, repulsive author, logs in eyes!

And this would relieve them if God was too,

        As them: progressive, sub-taught, relative, equivocating, a big buyer of lies!

 

So that’s the bet,

        Is God superlatively, brazen-unquestionably and powerfully prevaricate-ive?

Or: Reverse Set,

        In That Day Teachings say, Choose carefully now, that Christ-in-You: live!

 

So choose you now your empathy,

        For the sub-taught and their miserable sub-teachers stuck in tar patch of lies!

Or the Devil’s complex symphony,

        One brain-scape unspeakably bad, the other: In That Day, removing disguise.

 

 

 

Oracle Wars: Essence of Aughtness vs. Forays into the Future!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/30/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Thus saith the Triple-Aught-Not, and Not-Even-Maybe-Not, Oracle,

        OPPOSED TO WHATEVER IN THAT DAY TEACHINGS SAY,

                Rapture’s a dandy-fine fear-mongering vine!

               Prosperity ain’t greedy, self serving, nor sleazy!

               And Emergent ain’t lazy-brained brain-washing detergent!

        And stick with Progressive-Subtext schemes and utopian dreams,

Thus saith the Father Not, Son Not, Holy Spirit Not There-There Oracle.

 

But the In That Day Teachings Oracle,

        Says, actually it’s the diametric, opposite way!

               Rapture’s wrong, it sows fear,

               Prosperity sows self-serving greed,

               Emergent is lazy: dumb rubes making dupes!

        And Western Enlightenment self-corrects and rids self-dealing,

Thus saith the Oracle of Holy-Flexibility trumps Rigid-Righteousness.

 

Thus saith the Essence of No-God-Indwelling-Oracle,

        OPPOSED TO WHATEVER IN THAT DAY TEACHINGS SAY,

               We need big funds for reality distortion!

               We ever promise plebes a leader’s fat portion!

               Of hidden, say-nothing corruption. Wink! Wink! Wink!

        Our hidden self-interest Evangelical machine is perpetual motion, oy vey!

Thus saith the Entropy-Without-End-&-Then-Some, no-questions-ever Oracle!

 

But the In That Day Teachings Oracle,

        Says, actually, it’s the diametric, opposite way! (Think! Think! Think!)

               Nothing self-corrects better than Western Enlightenment,

               It’s independent of church, that it corrects church when wrong,

               And vice versa, except both are corrupted by Progressive-Retardation,

        And if Churchianity could see and admit its subtext, it would find great sin!

Thus saith the Oracle of Rebuke and Chastisement, which is Love from God!

 

Thus saith the Knowing-Less-Than-Nada-Zilch-Zero-Goose-Egg Oracle,

        OPPOSED TO WHATEVER IN THAT DAY TEACHINGS SAY,

               We’re not open to Moses’ Higher Ground, it’s sin!

               We won’t notice Rapture adherents lack logic, reason & calm!

               We don’t think small brains, or the lack of intellectual chops, is earned!

        And we won’t read, follow or learn any plan with no money in our pipeline!

Thus saith we who hate Christ-in-You, and play whack-a-mole when He comes!

 

 

But the In That Day Teachings Oracle,

        Says your Prevaricate-Utopia-Churchianity needs to be purged via catharsis,

               Pull up foul weeds, lay them down, and they die in the sun!

               Plant in their stead, high truth, and it will grow in the sun!

               These two things redound unto Christ-in-You, in the sun!

        For all can see Evangelicalism is curdled rotten with hidden self-dealing,

Thus saith the Christ-in-You Oracle, guilty of extreme forays in the future in God!

 

Pardon Me! you bickering brothers, born for adversity, says the Maker of Oracles!

        This appears to be an unsword-able, unslice-able Gordian Knot, does it not?

               What could it hurt, if Aught-Nots looked into Higher Things?

               What could it hurt, if In That Day would stop its dart flings?

               For after all, We know truth is something time e’er brings!

        But I warn you, Aught-Nots, you test My patience MORE THAN somewhat!

Thus saith the Maker of Oracles, divine comedy & things you think not: debacles!

 

 

 

 

Where Are In That Day Teachings From? (Answer Carefully!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/29/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

If creative ideas, creative works come from God,

        Where did In That Day Teachings come from?

From the Devil?  From a wretched demon odd?

        That’s a problem for preachers, son.

 

They’ve prayed for years… asking all questions,

        Who?  Who, God, is right?

Rapture sellers?  Prosperity pimp-eons?

        Or emergent blight?

 

Never paying any brain-heed to reason or logic,

        Or My very Presence in Truth and Spirit,

Their subtext: They control God? They box it?

        In That Day Teachings, none will hear it.

 

And they don’t, My son, like what you do,

        Each line upon line and precept true,

You reveal, In That Day, they then rue,

        Not their wrong, but right inside you.

 

They hate how you oh so very casually write,

        For Me.  They cannot, though they struggle with might,

They say, Let’s wait and see what’s blight!

        Multitudes die on their watch.  Their souls: in fright.

 

If creative ideas, creative works come from God,

        Where did In That Day Teachings come from?

From the Devil?  From a wretched demon odd?

        That’s a problem for preachers, son.

 

And Christ-in-You?

        They know not.  They spit on, revile, hate: Christ-in-You,

Love them, will you?

        They know not.  They spit on, revile, hate: Christ-in-You.

 

Sadly, not much has changed,

        In all these thousands of years,

Madly, minds stay deranged,

        Still proud, still oceans of tears.

 

You could search each a thousand times,

        On a billion good planets,                       (We exaggerate, for effect!)

And always find same mournful rhyme,

        Christ-in-You; few man it.                      (It’s more’n that, you bet!)

 

If creative ideas, creative works come from God,

        Where did In That Day Teachings come from?

From the Devil?  From a wretched demon odd?

        That’s a problem for preachers, son.

 

 

 

 

 

Bridges & Bridges to No God There vs. God’s Own Warp Drive!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/27/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

You might say I’m an engineer,

        You might say I’m an architect,

                I’ve re-designed the best bridge yet.

 

It’s not like all the others,

        The other God bridges to No God There,

               This bridge never fails to bring God near!

 

To enter, you go through a guillotine of pride,

        Most run when they see it.  They hide and hide!

               Nevertheless, they miss the best ride of their lives!

 

Across a parched landscape,

        I see thousands of desert bridges,

               Going nowhere!  Yet nobody budges.

 

Nobody budges, never bothers to see,

        This new-yet-old bridge that sets all free,

               Not milky, but meaty – wow!  Boy howdy!

 

It’s prophetically called In That Day Teachings,

        It’s ever near, yet to far away stars: profound reaching!

               Why won’t the shepherds try?  What IS their preaching?

 

Step across the portals of pride,

        Enter pain-guillotines of humility,

                Guaranteed, God’ll set you free!

 

Free from hundreds if not more like thousands,

        Of years of egregiously puerile, wrong-bridge doctrine,

               Yet the shepherds say, Go pound sand!  Go pound sand!

 

My bridge: like that of The Millennium Falcon,

        My brave crew: like Star Trek or like Serenity,

               My first rule of flying: Love your boat, be free!

 

But the shepherds are like Firefly Antipode Agents,

        Or VADERS, darkly sure they’re unchallenge-ably right,

               It’s not me or God, in point of fact, but themselves they fight!

 

Join the daring Rebel Alliance,

        Development Team of In That Day,

               Blast off!  In That Day!  What the hay!

 

Bridges and bridges and bridges of No God There,

        Versus brain-space engagement with God within you where,

               Wherever you go, Christ-in-You: bright, star-sparkling-bare!

 

Shiny! Goram shiny!  It’s one Heaven of a Star-Bridge!

        No simple saleable point, and almost impossible to describe,

               My job, which put me on the far other side, near done as scribe!

 

Now it’s time for a shipshape rapscallion team,

        Practically none understand what I poetically dream,

               Except The Called, to know, what precisely In That Day means!

 

It means no more desolate (spiritually, blow up them) Bridges to No God,

        No more calling good (butt naked: clothed) what’s beyond evil and odd,

               Just Christ-in-You, In That Day (Pew-pew-pew-pew!) ABOARD ALL!

 

NO! NO! NO! They say, they say you CANNOT ramp up Christ’s own bod!

        They, with weak praise, are all sound and fury, bridges signifying nothing,

               From long ago future space, when near, we hear: Love them! says God.

 

Ah, but my critics say, This is a tale told by an idiot!

        And I’d reply, My pay for upgrading mental midgets?

               And God says, Stand back! Don’t get sucked in the intakes!

 

I’ve watched My sometimes slow creation go from darkness to torchlight,

        To light bulb to, in their minds, warp drive battle-starships & light sabers!

               If In That Day I want minds leaping from milk to meat, NO nay sayers!

 

If I want something to happen, THEN IT WILL INDEED HAPPEN!

        Says the Lord of pluralistic, larger-than-man’s-mind-kind thinking!

               It is In That Day of Teachings, Christ-in-You, to stars: start mapping.

 

And wake up, oh weary Christian world,

        Believe I can do something old and yet new!

               Wake up and see your minds are a witch’s brew!

 

Don’t disbelieve this odd fellow Robert Winkler Burke,

        Don’t disbelieve his profound higher teachings.  Don’t smirk!

               They deliver Christ-in-You, they are a bridge to God that works!

 

 

Regarding the Terrible Onus on Orgs Who Deny SAME Onus

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/25/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

So, Am I NOT alive?

        Asks the LORD God: Almighty and Sovereign,

Or, Am I full of jive?

        Asks the LORD God of Evangelicals: modern.

 

Is it okay of Me to now ask you?

        Apparently, I – I –  need to ask you permission, do I not?

Is it okay for Me to live imbued?

        Imbued in a prophet… or have the prophetic you forgot?

 

Is it okay for Me to decree a certain, a mighty decree,

        A Burden, an Onus, a modern requirement: based somewhat on the bible?

If your org publishes on internet, I demand that thee,

        Search for answers higher, much higher than yours: somewhat diabolical.

 

Oops!  Do I need YOUR permission,

        To point out your org’s not the highest thing?

For I want you on a sacred mission!

        To test if In That Day Teachings don’t bring…

 

Test if indeed, or not, In That Day Teachings bring now Christ,

        Specifically, Christ-in-You!        (Gee, what a bother! Need I, I teach you?)

Greater and broader and wiser and fuller than your org’s heist,

        Which devolved unto Me-not-in-You.    (Me, the Father-in-Christ-in-You!)

 

So ones, Am I truly, truly ALIVE?

        Asks the LORD God: Almighty and Sovereign,

And, can My Son’s Body revive?

        Test Me now! Which path will My laud earn?

 

Keep pretending your org’s same-old,

        Same-old way, published on internet, is backed by My Sufficient Hand?

Or use brain I gave you, to be bold,

        And be shocked! Shocked! That in rebuke is love, backed by My Stand.

 

Find higher teachings on the great internet,

        Than In That Day Teachings? Try, NOW, try!  You cannot!

High teachings vet out bad, lest you forget,

        Christ, yes, blasted religion of His day, yours now: NOT?

 

So, Am I NOT alive?

        Asks the LORD God: Almighty and Sovereign,

Or, Am I full of jive?

        Asks the LORD God of Evangelicals: modern.

 

Why would not Christ-in-You,                       (Granted, this Burke isn’t perfect!)

        At different levels of success manifest, quickly now, in man?

Answer negative, and you,                             (Just sufficient for Our tasks met!)

        And you’ll be wrong.  Say yes to Me now, if… if you can.

 

But if you can’t,          (Faith brings you near it!)

        Can’t say yes to In That Day Teachings and its Christ-in-You,

Then you can’t,           (So trust, trust My Spirit!)

        Yet seek, in poetry of In That Day, Christ’s imbuement True.

 

And you will remove the Terrible Onus,

        That by your hatred of reciprocity, you orgs have brought down on heads,

And you will discover Our gift bonus,

        Christ-in-You, and chastisement, with Us, not the Devil, in your beds.

       

 

 

 

Are Perhaps Our Seminaries the Problem?  (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/24/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Since we know not Christ-in-You,

        Well, we drink lots of coffee, here in Montanee,

Since we know not Christ-in-You,

        At our unique-copy seminary, here in Montanee.

 

It’s rope-a-dope climbing gear, ogling sweater monkeys,

        Where cool is dear! here in Montanee,

Can’t believe subtext, out loud spoken: un-vetted funky?

        Our great seminary, here in Montanee.

 

You’ll learn Greek, oh baby!

        And Hebrew-Mandarin, here in Montanee,

And praise weak, not maybe!

        Our seminary panderin’, here in Montanee.

 

Our vision of future?  Your Cool-Church!

        Weak praise, weak-wrong doxie, here in Montanee,

You’ll be Lord of Manor, not in a lurch!

        Never-no: Christ-in-You, yes sir! here in Montanee.

 

It’ll cost your soul, in rich, bloody red ink!

        To buy the lies we sell, here in Montanee,

Our vision: mobocracy lovely, ya’ think?

        A river of disconnect, here in Montanee.

 

Our discipleship?  Easy as pie ala mode with strong coffee!

        Easy to get fat, addicted and kill conscience, here in Montanee,

We bend reality to wishes, and doom ourselves with glee!

        AND you! And your followers! And nation! here in Montanee.

 

Our words: straight up and seemingly true,

        Our subtext: Subornation of Perdition, here in Montanee,

We kill callings and the called without rue,

        Overt texts: gobbledygook confusion, here in Montanee.

 

And prophetic and true prophets?  We ever delete!

        Brazen, gross, sub-textual Subornation of Perdition rules, here in Montanee,

Hav’a cup-o-Joe, stare at sweater monkeys: sweet!

        Our introduction video captures future rube-making fools, here in Montanee.

 

We, like most seminaries, comfortably spirit-lie with our truth saturation,

        But our subtext never dies! here in Montanee,

It’s how Satan has concomitantly ruined the world, nation by sad nation,

        No, our subtext never dies! here in Montanee.

 

And because sub-textual sin never dies, but rather is promoted,

        True prophetic rebuke is avoided and Christ-in-You dies, here in Montanee,

And these are our key points, future rube-makers have voted!

        All prophetic rebuke is avoided, and Christ-in-You dies, here in Montanee.

 

But what if it were reversed, in a revelatory: In That Day?

        And we pioneered true hope, high Truth! here in Montanee,

Why, it would be real revival, not the same-old fake way!

        But we all say, Nope! to that vermouth, here in Montanee.

 

What if Christ-in-You was the subtle subtext,

        Instead of wry shenanigan-city approval, here in Montanee,

Why, bad seminaries would die, as old T-rex!

        But we have no faith! A pity we ruse all! here in Montanee.

 

We have no faith for Jesus returning, no!

        Not for Him returning now: in you and me! here in Montanee,

In fact, when you think about it, by Jove!

        We prevent, prevent! Christ-in-You & me, here in Montanee.

 

Isn’t that the purpose of seminaries?  That’s the purpose of seminaries!

        For, in actual fact, ours is much like all others, here in Montanee,

We believe in coffee and sweater monkeys, not Christ-in-You fairies,

        We shall not be taught!  We teach ALL others, here in Montanee.

 

No, we’re not boobs making boobs who make rubes!

        It stretches our brains too much to admit that, here in Montanee,

We’ve got the God business locked down pat, cubed!

        No mind of Christ, flat-lining’s where it’s at, here in Montanee.

 

Every now and again we get a wake up call,

        And that’s where we always err-all, here in Montanee,

We allow no self-correction, none at all!

        God wants us large, we want small, here in Montanee.

 

Nothing, believe us nothing can get through to us!

        We Drone-Beget Mandarins to put drone-bees under bus, here in Montanee,

Don’t bother to believe we’re fixable! Don’t fuss!

        Self-saturated, we’re milk-mammary overlords, we gush! here in Montanee.

 

 

No weeping! No wailing! No howling!

        No love poem from a prophet could wake us up, here in Montanee,

Just: Deleting! Damning! Growling!

        No man wakes us up to Truth higher up! Except… herein… maybe.

 

 

 

 

 

How to Believe the Full Map of Restoration (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/21/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

One continual: Subornation of Perdition stream,

        After all, all religion is but: bad business!           (With its Wild Bacon Days!)

These, the two subtexts, always devilish mean,

        In That Day: serious; all else: busy-ness. (Church lauding sin craze!)

 

In That Day Teachings want God’s people,

        To ascend, line upon line, from milk vanity unto meat sanity,

Blind clericalism leaders gorge on sheeple,

        Any ascended thing that makes this known, they’ll ban it, see?

 

In That Day Teachings have been banned,

        For high truths: near no demand!

Vampire clerics must make their stand,

        They’ll never see: God’s Hand!

 

God’s Hand, even now,

        Moves them out with great, unstoppable vigor!

In That Day: How,

        Fast and straight truth flies from God’s quiver!

 

The sad-sack, rube-making, depraved, less-than leaders,

        Cannot say, no they cannot say, they were never told!

By In That Day Teachings they are craven-lamb-eaters,

        And their shenanigans, in God’s sight, exceeding old.

 

Even as wet-blood-on-their-collars clerics,

        Call correctly, as Caiaphas did on Jesus, In That Day’s salvation,

Same clerics ban all true prophet metrics,

        Warp reality to wishes, destroy themselves, followers and nation.

 

For clericalism has created an huge,

        False reality, fear-greed-slouch, god-awful machine,

A Babylon whore, painted in rouge,

        The trees of the forest, so large, nothing can be seen.

 

Yet, in the far away corner,

        In That Day Teachings: low-whisper sufficiently loud,

God’s prophet & mourner,

        Just like heaven, sees all, and waits for death of proud.

 

Yes, the sons of whoring are proud,

        And must try the last iterations of tomfoolery avoidance,

Against the goads of God they prod,

        Like the Roman soldier, the body of Christ they lance.

 

They cry out, Have we really, really been that bad?

        I assure you, says God, you sadly don’t know the full half of it,

Then, is it possible, we could repent and be sad?

        Weep!  Wail!  Howl!  Believe In That Day: the full map of it.

 

 

 

 

 

Our Age of Idiocy Prepares Well… the Way of In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/14/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

None so blind, as those paid to be; and none see so well, as those who want to see.— rwb

 

This is the Age of Idiocy, because everywhere: idiots are in charge,

        And even the people who correct the idiot-masters in charge: are idiots!

I am cursed with a mentality, made by God for some cause, large,

        But, not enough to help benumbed-brain, sub-taught, sub-par midgets!

 

Tired, I am, of seeing what others can’t see,

        I need no more proof high teachings are true,     (Church & Politics Abused!)

Yet, if I can’t share sight, then who’s free?

        And, by God, I’m imbued – but, oh, the rue!     (Both: Full-Idiocy Infused!)

 

I AM healed and can heal,

        I can see Father God’s Good Hand Moving and inquire,

What to pursue, with zeal!

        But, the bother, I cannot un-blind those who love mire.

 

I do not want to selfishly have sight,

        And my purpose was never, NEVER, to hoard it!

But though try I with all my might,

        The key to dispersing sight, You, LORD, lord it!

 

A thousand lives of anguish,             

        A billion planets of aching pain!             (They think Christ-in-You: absurd?)  

LORD, I weep!  I languish!               

        In That Day Teachings: vain?                  (They think it’s just: three words?)     

 

Where IS your faith?

        Oh scribe and warrior and prophet of mine?

Write what I saith,

        All goes, In That Day, per My plan Divine!

 

Oh really?  Why is idiocy: Champion T Rex?

        Forgive me, LORD, for being unforgivably rude,

Robert, Cannot you feel heaven’s vortex?

        Heaven fights unyielding!  Be ye NOT the prude!

 

Oh scribe! Oh warrior! Oh, sad prophet!

        I give you clarity, others not, that you verily: see far and through steel!

Believe Me, DO NOT! Do not mocketh!

        Thus saith the LORD, In That Day Teachings, I saith, be and are real.

 

The War Between Spiritual Meat and Milk  (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/05/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Movie Dialogue – Ben Hur, 1959, Pontius Pilate to Ben Hur, regarding Messala…

 

“What he did had its way with him.  Where there is greatness, great government or power, even great feeling or compassion; error also is great.  We progress and mature by fault.”   (rwb note:  Religious immaturity has erred greatly.  Its time is now: over.)

 

 

The war between spiritual meat and milk,

        How will it ever be settled?

With finality!  So that all agree, none bilk,

        None more wrong-bet led!

 

In God’s sweet and horrendous fullness of time,       (God has no empty quiver!)

        Immaturity shall be sufficiently defeated and humiliated,

Like Nazis pushed back by Patton on the Rhine,       (Emptying bladder in river!)

        Radical Islam & Milk Church Zeppelins will be deflated!

 

In 1939 the world embraced,

        Everything Nazi and tyranny-based,       (Yes, the world loved it!)

By 1947 it was disgraced,

        The reality of wrong had been faced.     (As the world shoved it!)

 

Not so now with Progressive lines and memes,

        In Lazy Emergent Church or Muslim Extreme Stench,

Not yet humiliated or defeated, these themes,

        In That Day Teachings urge sheep off the rube bench!

 

Pastors are shocked! Shocked!

        That Claude Rains’ Gambit is somehow going on here,

In self-dealing they are locked,

        At prophetic rebuke and calls to maturity – they leer!

 

Pastors gamble with their own sub-taught, half-propagandized, half-aware souls,

        And all the souls of their conveniently dumbed-down, obsequies sheep!

Unable to expunge Progressive brain-raping from forced, public education rolls,

        They received when young, they acquiesce, brain-dead, without peep!

 

And they think it strange,

        That God makes their ministry life endlessly boring,      (Zilch re creativity!)

Can they rearrange?

        And stop the buckets of blood-guilt they’re storing?     (Birthless nativity!)

 

There is one God above us all, and one Western Way,

        Not just the first, combined with Progtard insanity fey,

Nor is Sharia Law to exist as partner to God’s say,

        Nay rather, One God, one Western Way: In That Day.

 

There is one God above us all, and one Western Way,

        Not just the first, combined with Progtard insanity fey,

Nor is Sharia Law to exist as partner to God’s say,

        Nay rather, One God, one Western Way: In That Day.

 

There is one God above us all, and one Western Way,

        Not just the first, combined with Progtard insanity fey,

Nor is Sharia Law to exist as partner to God’s say,

        Nay rather, One God, one Western Way: In That Day.

 

 

 

       

 

 

The Last Assassin You Will Ever Meet  (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/04/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(rwb Note:  Pride Leaders are not being supported, they feel betrayed by God!)

 

The last assassin you will ever meet,

        Is God,

Meet Him,

        Humbly beg mercy at His feet!

 

And He will kill in you,

        What others can’t,

You survived them all,

        This you shan’t!

 

All the other killers killed,

        All but in you: deep, embedded pride,

Let assassin-God do that,

        On your last: big-ego-wedded ride.

 

And you won’t believe He can do that,

        When you survive pride’s slaying,

As saints did, you’ll survive like cat,

        Then you hear what God’s saying!

 

God says, I, yes verily, I betrayed your plans, Now you must forgive Me,

        For killing pride-in-You!  (Verily, I did it to you! I did it to you!)

Your prize: can you see?  (Now you know why pride cannot ever see!)

        Behold, coming quickly: Christ-in-You!  YES! Christ-in-You!

 

We can all understand treacherous betrayal,

        From spouse, nation, religion or man,

But In That Day: to slay pride God slays all,

        Forgive God!  (Do you understand?)

 

Where anything is great, there is error,

        Even great seeking has its costs most excruciating supreme,

Great seekers can’t of pride be bearer,

        Assassin-God slays pride that Christ-in-You reigns as King.

 

God says, I, yes verily, I betrayed your plans, Now you must forgive Me,

        For killing pride-in-You!  (Verily, I did it to you! I did it to you!)

Your prize: can you see?  (Now you know why pride cannot ever see!)

        Behold, coming quickly: Christ-in-You!  YES! Christ-in-You!

 

 

Must Tyranny-of-Thought Disallow Thinking? (Heaven Forbid!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/31/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Must Tyranny-of-Thought disallow thinking?  (Heaven forbid!)

        If Rapture-Escapology is wrong and makes fearful, selfish depravity…

        If Prosper-Give-to-Get is abhorrently self-dealing and makes foul greed…

        If Emergent-Lazy-Thinking is death-pandering and makes blinding slouch…

Then Christ-in-You can’t, behold, come quickly! (Explaining true sight’s dearth!)

 

Must Tyranny-of-Thought disallow thinking?  (Heaven forbid!)

        If In That Day Teachings point this, and more, out…

        And say escaping milk endless-repetition is doable…

        And say it takes three or more years to ascend to meat…

        To Paul’s meat, to neither being conned nor conning others…

Then multitudes must buy into In That Day Teachings and its mature worldview!

 

Must Tyranny-of-Thought disallow thinking?  (Heaven forbid!)

        If milk church enslaves and blinds, then politicos are happy about this…

        If politicians enslave and blind, then shepherd-wolves are happy of same…

        Because milk religion and milk civics make rubes and enslave their dupes…

But In That Day Teachings say that all of this is not God’s true liberty & freedom!

 

Must Tyranny-of-Thought disallow thinking?  (Heaven forbid!)

        So far, religion’s gatekeepers have refused to honor In That Day Teachings…

        Not one gatekeeper, to date, dares to break existent tyranny of thought jail…

        But truth lives.  Truth always wins in the end, via maturity required by trial…

And truth cannot be ignored without paying a huge price… time e’er proves truth!

 

Must Tyranny-of-Thought disallow thinking?  (Heaven forbid!)

        If Baby-Thought-ism has outlived its usefulness in church and state ops…

        Then a mature-thought worldview can be accepted to escape endless loops…

        Especially if this worldview casts out civic tyranny & religious slavery ops…

Especially if In That Day Teachings gain civic liberty and quick: Christ-in-You!

 

Must Tyranny-of-Thought disallow thinking?  (Heaven forbid!)

        If all things except Christian religion have evolved to mature excellency…

        Including medicine, science, smart-phones, physics, movies and rocketry…

        Then is the bottleneck rigid-righteousness that must despise holy flexibility?

Thus the answer is a new Rosetta stone of understanding: In That Day Teachings! 

       

 

 

LORD, We’ve Been Over All This So Many Times Before…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/29/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

LORD, We’ve been over all this,

        So many, many, many  times before,

I knocked, you opened bliss,

        World don’t know what’s in store…

 

With In That Day Teachings’ roll out,

        Oh my, what a day!

SRO, the deceivers finally told: OUT!

        That’ll be the way!

 

How long?  How long?

        My aching heart asks!

When truth sells strong?

        When off come bad’s masks!

 

Faith, real faith in the higher things                (Christ-in-You!)

        Living Masters raised up and saluted,

Hammer, bell and songs of sight sing!            (Christ-in-You!)

        (Heretofore unseen con’ers refuted!)

 

With In That Day Teachings’ roll out,

        Oh my, what a day!

SRO, the deceivers finally told: OUT!

        That’ll be the way!

 

Hoping against hope,

        This hasn’t been a Job-like joke , my bizarre life must vet,

God, I’m out of rope!

        When? God! Will You not say, “Nope!  Son, not quite yet.”

 

LORD, We’ve been over all this,

        So many, many, many times before…

       

 

 

 

 

 

Who Does This? Who Lives!  (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/27/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

The attributes of a real, mature man,

        Is one who forgives, forgives… and forgives!                (It’s good pay!)

All the con’ers conning all they can,

        Who does this?  Who lives!  And then lives!                     (In That Day!)

 

The attributes of a real, mature woman,

        Is one who forgives, forgives… and forgives!                (It’s good pay!)

All men who hurt them all they can,

        Who does this?  Who lives!  And then lives!                     (In That Day!)

 

The attributes of an old-soul, mature child,

        Is one who forgives, forgives… and forgives!                (It’s good pay!)

Parents and adults who are but feral, wild,

        Who does this?  Who lives!  And then lives!                     (In That Day!)

 

The attributes of a real, mature adult,

        Is one who forgives, forgives… and forgives!                (It’s good pay!)

God and tests, else pride we exalt,

        Who does this?  Who lives!  And then lives!                     (In That Day!)

 

The mature power of the universe is available,

        To one who forgives, forgives… and forgives!               (It’s good pay!)

Yet forgiving assassins isn’t today saleable.

        Who does this?  Who lives!  And then lives!                     (In That Day!)

 

The attributes of a real, mature God,

        Is One who forgives, forgives… and forgives!               (It’s good pay!)

Astonishingly, for Him it isn’t odd,

        Who does this?  Who lives!  And then lives!                     (In That Day!)

 

The attributes of a real, mature, mind-melding unto God work,

        Is one that forgives, forgives… and forgives!                 (It’s good pay!)

Get happy, get Christ-in-You now, read the lugubrious Burke,

        Who does this?  Who lives!  And then lives!                     (In That Day!)

 

 

 

 

How Long it Takes for Mature Wisdom?  (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/15/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

How long it takes for mature wisdom?

        How long it takes for tooth-sucking smarts?

How long for beyond carnal-mind seeing?     (It all redounding to Christ-in-You!)

        Never mind!  Say all impatient hearts.     (They say, we are all, & that’ll do!)

 

Converted yesterday?  (Then does each:)

Off to Schemes-of-Your-Own-Seminary today!

Tomorrow: preach, teach and reach!

Does it turn out okay?

Pastors blinded by impatient decisions always say, Hurraye!

 

Simple memes for simple folk will do?

Christ crucified and all those endlessly repeated platitudes?

The uncomfortable-laugh joke or two?

Spatial-temporal considerations out?  In: just baby foods?

 

Man is severely limited in capacity for true awareness,

Blinded by egoistic self-dealing that fogs judgment and religious brain,

Age, wisdom and history can expose a soul’s bareness,

If strict self discipline and reason exercised are esteemed in the main.

 

But proud, impatient hearts,

Hate light shining on their systemic, con-job appeals to the baseness in all men,

Thus the wise get no starts,

Even if the impatient could ask, where would the wise with them even begin?

 

Eyes to see, ears to hear, once the gift of God to elect, divine enablement gained,

Make self-evident: impatient-heart wolfish doctrines of fear, greed and laziness,

Impatient hearts cling to rapture, prosperity, slouch doxies: sub-teaching obtained,

Make (to the elect, self-evident) impatient-heart pastor careers of mad craziness.

 

How long it takes for mature wisdom?

        How long it takes for tooth-sucking smarts?

How long for beyond carnal-mind seeing?     (It all redounding to Christ-in-You!)

        Never mind!  Say all impatient hearts.     (They say, we are all, & that’ll do!)

 

 

 

The Inescapable Dilemma of In That Day Teachings

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/17/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

In the 1962 “Music Man”, Marcellus Washburn says, “I heard you was in steam automobiles.” Conman Harold Hill replies, “I was…‘til someone actually invented one.”

 

I see, yet guide none.

        I add, yet no sum,

I am, yet no one,

        I live, yet am done.

 

Too early,

        Too bad!

Too burly,

        Too sad!

 

So I swim happily upstream,

        In God’s wet, wild, vibrant, overflowing, creative, abundant, new river,

I live in that snappy dream,

        Sheep, shepherds: stuck in excruciating, dried-blood, dry-fount quiver.

 

They wanted a baby’s puerile mind,

        God gave them precisely what they wanted!

Babes over babes, it’s all you find,

        Dead babes by dead babes: zombie-haunted!

 

I see, yet guide none.

        I add, yet no sum,

I am, yet no one,

        I live, yet am done.

 

The one thing they avoid,

        They avoid well,              (Each leader an unloving, panoply panjandrum!)

Maturity they null, void!

        They abide hell.               (Each leader loving their self-made conundrum!)

 

       

 

 

My Bride is Schizophrenic, I AM Not! (Especially In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/13/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

My bride is schizophrenic,

        I AM not!             (Especially, In That Day!)

Sometimes I think she is,

        Not so hot!          (What? A lie I cannot say!)

 

When she’s disconnected from reality,

        And thinks I cannot ever see!                  (Say what?)

When she acts out feckless fealty,

        And behaves immodest, too free.           (Dare not!)

 

A few of my close bride groom friends,

        Try to clue her in as to what she does widely, wildly wrong,

Then as a swine with pearls, she rends,

        My friends, and what they say for Me.  She’s pride-strong!

 

She lives in a bipolar, unreal, disconnected-from-Me, strange world,

        Assuming bizarre things, instead of actually asking Me,

Shall I save her from the rat-mess, she has herself headstrong-hurled?

        Oh, I’ve been there done that, and it didn’t set her free!

 

She protesteth too much when denying the obvious: She is big in charge!

        Yet always bragging about her marriage impending to Me!

Serving herself, but veiling it, yet thru orphans and widows, living large!

        Even before rings exchanged, she thinks: She controls Me?

 

Though My bride is schizophrenic, it will be okay,

        (She’ll learn!)  I AM cannot ever be: I Ain’t!

When she sees my Teachings for her In That Day,

        (She’ll learn!) Tho BAM! At first she’ll faint!

 

You see, she thinks she now controls,            (Oh so fine!)

        An “Outer Limits” groom-brain-shrinking, mystery-made-for-her machine,

Dialing out what’s smart from souls,             (Even Mine!)

        So that she, dumbed-down, lords over the wise?  She’s the mother of mean!

 

Schizophrenia is a horrible disease,

        I can and may cure,                     (Like the Zombies sang: She’s not There!)

But the diagnosis makes her freeze,

        She’s way too sure!                      (The universe must know: Does she care?)

 

 

Leaving Breadcrumb Trails for Algernon… In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/12/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Flowers for Algernon is a 1958 science fiction story of a mouse & man who got smart.)

Everywhere it’s Algernon coops of mice,

        Disbelieving in upgraded, enhanced Christianity 2.0,

Dumbed-down mice, cats in loops of vice,

        Evangelical entranced faith in low-downgrade woe.

 

In That Day Teachings here, there, everywhere,

        Are leaving breadcrumb trails for Algernon,

Sub-taught mice now refuse to think or dare,

        Christ-in-You we hail, and must now come!

 

Algernon was the mouse in the short,

        Story who could scientifically be I. Q.-soared way, way up!

Something small-brained cats abort,

        In mice they eat.  Their meal-brains must be boarded up!

 

Yes, it is Church Clericalism Gone Wild!

        Boats leak, preachers dumb-down: It’s the sad but essential nature of things,

Church oft begets the Devil’s own child,

        What oath did these wolves fail to take?  Their cracked bell too oft rings.

 

Wolves now in spot where nasty push comes to nasty shove,

        Each head of corrupt house: mostly Devil-bet sold,

Thinking of mortgage, spouse, kids, private jet dream above!

        Not breadcrumb trails for Algernon, new yet old.

 

Everywhere it’s Algernon coops of mice,

        Disbelieving in upgraded, enhanced Christianity 2.0,

Dumbed-down mice, cats in loops of vice,

        Evangelical entranced faith in downgrade woe.

 

What would happen, pray tell,

        If mice should eat In That Day’s breadcrumb trails for poor Algernon?

Then mice would escape cell!

        Bad doxie out, good in… ushering Christ-in-You Mind: God’s Son!

 

But it’s too much to ask,

        Say the shepherds of quid-pro-quo, self-saturated, exaggerated excellence,

They’re so busy at task,

        Sweeping breadcrumb trails from Algernon mice, noses full of scents.

 

 

Who, Pray Tell, Was and Is a Friend to In That Day Teachings?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/05/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

“Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless.  Not to speak is to speak.  Not to act is to act.”– Dietrich Bonhoeffer

 

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.  1 Corinthians 13:11  KJV

 

When I was an infant at my mother’s breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant.  When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good.  1 Cor. 13:11 The Message

 

 

Having neither decency, nor kindness, (yikes!) nor reason,

        Churchianity has inspected… and found most wanting,

In That Day Teachings.  Elmer Gantry types call it treason,

        Far too intelligent, too loving for preachers’ vaunting.

 

No, no. The sad-hurtful truth is,

        In That Day Teachings require a brain,

(Hypocrites think, but miss this!)

        And that brain is absent in the main.

 

Oh say, that the body of Christ loved laws,

        Was generally intelligent and somewhat moral!

Nay, its leaders set themselves up for awes,

        And mesmerize using tricks of eyes and oral.

 

Upton Sinclair’s philosophy-examining Elmer Gantry book,

        Is a wise and intelligent and hypocrisy-revealing, great mindscape piece,

In That Day Teachings’ philosophy-examining galaxy look,

        Of Third Millennium shenanigan Churchianity tells wolves to cease.

 

In no uncertain terms,                         (Is it so surprising?)

        In That Day Teachings tell soporific wolves to cease,

Preachers with worms,                        (Most hypnotizing!)

        Have now, with In That Day Teachings, no peace.

 

But since that genius is seldom ever recognized,

        In a genius’ current lifetime,

None want a living prophet to say, You, sir, lied!

        Wolves never confess grime!

 

And what about Christ-in-You?

        Yes, what about Him, Him Who: behold, can – and really does – come now!

This prophet knows it is true,

        Proud wolves won’t let Him come, for to Him they’re too proud to bow.

 

And the pressure, the great pressure!              (Over days, over years, over time!)

        Of In That Day’s tomes of poems exposing church’s parasitic, spurious bunk!

Social good and enlightenment sure,              (Necessarily in quaint, sad rhyme!)

        But they don’t overcome infinite banality and evil’s blinding-seminary junk.

 

Perhaps In That Day’s love and delightful, highest light,

        Is not for this present, vex-able, wicked time,

Preachers loathe one thing with rigid-righteous might,

        Being forced into God’s flexible sunshine.

 

In That Day Teachings’ books are closing,

        This is about the end,                  (Its indwelt creation-dance, nigh on over!)

A prophet came while church was posing,

        And who was friend?                  (Who awakens of trance, who comes over?)

 

It all boils down to simply this,          (Christianity 1.0, man’s endless loop soup!)

        Wolves, charlatans, Elmer Gantry’s won’t honor a human Christ-in-You!

They keep world far from bliss,          (Christianity 2.0, God’s river news scoop!)

        Now children, with full pantry of enhanced worldview, what’ll you do?

 

Will you wait for the author to hurry and die?

        So you can then say, He did not lie!

In That Day Teachings – Oh my what a my!

        Christ-in-You: Hello!  Or goodbye?

 

Whether celebrated or, with much hatred, forgotten,

        Much more of God’s mind for this day has been revealed,

Moreover, God’s Word once again being begotten,

        Don’t test the consequences of closing it, making it sealed.

 

The work is done,

        And done as it should,

Christ-in-You: fun,

        Christ-in-You: good.

       

       

 

 

 

 

Who’s Not Allowed, Anyway?... In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/02/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Who’s not allowed?

Although he is obviously right!

Who’s not allowed?

        Though his points have might!

Who’s not allowed?

        He causes such scary fright!

Who’s not allowed?

        His posts deleted off site!

 

Who’s not allowed?

        His light is too bright!

Who’s not allowed?

        Keep him out of sight!

Who’s not allowed?

        Wolves call him blight!

Who’s not allowed?

        He loses each fight!

 

The rare, rebuking-bold prophet,

        Heralding the quick-come-now Christ-in-You!

               Is proudly, permanently, perfectly NOT allowed,

‘Cause they’ve got God in pocket,

        Hell and Death won’t follow, they’ll tell you!

               The wolves, ALL puerile-besot, sheep allowed.

 

 

 

God’s Endless (and Rube-less) Kingdom Lost for a Grain of Salt!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/30/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

A kingdom can be lost for want of a grain of salt,

Multitudes taught by leaders to not check for fault,

Sheep “Uggha-Amen!” leaders they dutifully exalt,

Troglodyte! (leaders want their sheep!)  Whose fault?

 

In That Day, poems seem to break thru crust,

In That Day, leaders think such poems: a bust,

In That Day, stupid sheep: the Mandarin’s lust,

In That Day, see shenanigans! God says are dust.

 

No! No! End times prophecy endless says,

Listen to our Gnostic, factoid, endless maze,

You’ll never get it, the point of our endless craze,

“The end is near!” our phrase to put all in endless daze.

 

 A kingdom can be lost for want of a grain of salt,

Multitudes taught by leaders to not check for fault,

Sheep “Uggha-Amen!” leaders they dutifully exalt,

Troglodyte! (leaders want their sheep!)  Whose fault?

 

 

Describing When: That’ll Be the Day, In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/22/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Pastors, preachers, teachers: Behold!

        The ideas of In That Day Teachings’ rebuking prophet,

Won’t go away, won’t e’er get old!

        You’ve shut them out.  Like Pharisees: you mock it!

 

You think it is enough to go to seminaries,

        And as proof, you say that people do listen to you,

And God says it’s same as belief in fairies,

        Your listeners have only smallest Christ-in-You!

 

Aye, that’s the rub,

        In That Great Day,

Pastors must scrub,

        Bad doxie away.

 

When people get great gobs of Christ-in-You,

        From pastors, who – from wrong doxie – have turned away,

Honor will come unto whom honor is due,

        God-Good redounds unto God-Good: That’ll be the Day!

 

Pastors, want to know just what Pharisees heard,

        When Jesus to them plainly spoke?

Then read In That Day’s poems you think absurd,

        You’ll get God’s sublime joke!

 

Them that cannot spiritually see,

        Cannot, cannot, cannot ever see… ‘til, by paying a price, they can!

Sight isn’t majority vote or free,

        It comes at the extraordinary price of religious pride. Understand?

 

One great body of work, a magnum opus,

        Is necessarily lengthy and difficult and wholly just what it is!

Hard to swallow, but gives real hope: us,

        Christ-in-You, never easy, but In That Day Teachings’ biz!

 

Aye, that’s the rub,

        In That Great Day,

Pastors must scrub,

        Bad doxie away.

 

When people get great gobs of Christ-in-You,

        From pastors, who – from wrong doxie – have turned away,

Honor will come unto whom honor is due,

        God-Good redounds unto God-Good: That’ll be the Day!

 

You see, once these profound precepts, lines and truths have been delved,

        And established:  And they have!  And therein is great power!

Multitudes shall come to Christ-in-You.  Such truth can never be shelved,

        Pastors, come out of small thinking and cold love this hour!

 

So, just where is your godly faith?

        Fearful pastors without power, without love, without a sound mind?

Christ-in-You: NOW! God saith,

        That’ll be the day, come thru In That Day Teachings, faith can find!

 

Oh yes, that’ll really be the day,

        When you let toxic-wrong teachings from deadly seminaries in you die!

Good God!  That’ll be the day,

        When real Christ-in-You, with power, love and sound mind: lives nigh!

 

 

 

Who’s Paid to Neither See nor Think Well? And Who Pays?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/20/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Luke 11:52 Woe to you lawyers (experts…)! For you have taken away the key to knowledge; you did not go in yourselves, [and learn even the first thing about Christ-in-You, whom you would never honor in another, and therefore cannot yet have in yourselves] and you [therefore] hindered and prevented those who were entering.

 

Isaiah 28:8  For all tables are full of vomit and filthiness, so that there is no place clean.

 

 

Who says?  Money-love is the root of evil; give it, give it, give it NOW… to me!

       

Who says?  We must believe in the Christ nominal, just the nominal ONLY the nominal (and synchronically, despise the actual Christ-in-You): to be free!

 

Who says?  We never met a prophet (and never will meet) who didn’t (or won’t) entertain thee!  (‘Cause prophets backslap the clericalism crowd with glee!)

 

Who says?  We never police ourselves, of this certain (and you can bank your eternity on it) thing: we’re need free!  Yes, absolutely need free!

 

Who says?  Sure, the politicians enslave us (we don’t understand their wiles!), but to church (where you’ll see our smiles!): quick-quick hurry!

 

Who says?  A man named Mesmer teaches us nothing!  Nothing!  Nothing! (Wake up on three!) Nothing ever.  Don’t you worry!  (And: one, two, three!)

 

Who says?  You all sin!  But never question your leader, who by his own definition is sinless, surely, surely, thus saith who? You sin, we don’t: surely!

 

Who says?  Leaders exist to narrow their followers’ vision ‘til it’s blurry!  (And then, followers are blind to self-dealing leader’s flurry!  What, us worry?)

 

Who says?  God loves His shepherds just so: A self-exalting, irredeemable, self-enhancing, uncorrectable-by-anybody-and-anything: murk-brained slurry!

 

Who says?  You must think outside the box, to keenly see a shepherd’s moxie.

 

Who says?  It’s not hard to out think bad shepherds; but if you do: they’ll hate you like poxy!  (If they only knew: their stupor is caused by very bad doxie!)

 

Who says?  How long can dumbed-down shepherds NEVER come to correction?  As long as shepherds are paid well to swim in THEIR vomit-of-thought sea.

 

 

 

 

Listening in: How Bad Dogs Dominate the Conversation

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/14/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Luke 11:52 Woe to you lawyers (experts…)! For you have taken away the key to knowledge; you did not go in yourselves, [and learn even the first thing about Christ-in-You, whom you would never honor in another, and therefore cannot yet have in yourselves] and you [therefore] hindered and prevented those who were entering.

 

 

Listen to this conversation sneakily recorded,

        Inside pastors of significant renown,

Between their Good and Bad Dogs boarded,

        Inside their spirit brain’s crown!

 

Our pastor is strangely stuck, stuck, stuck!

        Speaking from Major Fifth to Minor Third!

               So calm, but so spiritually bad, said Dog Good.

Ooh, that means we’re in luck, luck, luck!

        It’s the hidden way of death most preferred!

               Shut up, it’s my perfect, said Bad Dog, food!

 

I know that you like to eat it, said Good Dog,

        But there’s a prophet-maestro wanting to correct our pastor!

A prophet?  I’ll defeat it! Said the Dog Hog,

        Said Good Dog, But prophets appear to prevent disaster!

 

Said Good Dog, He’ll get our host,

        To speak from Major Fifth to High Eight!

Said Bad Dog, Here is MY boast,

        We’ll ignore prophet until it’s too late!

 

Another Good Dog in another milk pastor,

        Said, We are drowning, drowning in a lake!

               Now comes a prophet-lifeguard, us, swimming after!

Then the Bad Dog said, Who is Master?

        I AM!  And drowning is a piece of cake!

               We shall drown and call it brimming laughter.

 

Another Good Dog in the soul of a man of the cloth,

        Said, We are burning, burning, burning to death!

               A prophet-fireman has a hose, and it is wonderfully wet!

The Bad Dog said, I’m flame to this prophet-moth,

        Who’s fed most?  I control our host! So I saith,

                We shall stay in the fire, fire being our bountiful bet!

 

Another Good Dog in a pastor of a large, growing church enclave,

        Said, We’re shot up, shot up with many a bullet hole!

               Our host pastor is shot thru with doctrinal lies!

A prophet-warrior comes with shield and salve!  He’s so brave!

        Said Bad Dog, Shut up!  I control our pastor’s soul!

               It’s best our pastor’s soul, in ignorance, dies.

 

A thousand times a thousand pastors do this,

        In perfect, arrogant, almost willful, stupid bliss,

Saying no to the prophet, whom they miss,

        Letting Bad Dogs bark out death’s full wish.

 

But you know, when a lifeguard swims far out and saves,

        A beachgoer stuck in a hidden, death-zone, life-swallowing riptide,

It humiliates the swimmer’s ego’s internal driven waves,

        Too many pastors drown themselves, and flock, to save their pride.

 

Too many pastors allow themselves to die inside,

        They think life’s futile, and defeated, wait for heaven,

               God hates what they preach, which is death and all mirth dying,

Too many pastors hate Christ-in-You’s great ride,

        A lifetime of maturing growth that stops bad leaven,

                Paul’s meat! Power! Love! A Sound Mind: all worth buying!

 

No, in voices stuck from Major Fifth to Minor Third,

        Dead-soul pastors teach mostly about just death,

Life for them and their sheep is most horrid and lurid,

        Prophets want them clean, but they choose meth.

 

Life IS beautifully significant,

        Because Christ-in-You makes us come alive!

Bad Dogs think this: a rant,

        Good Dogs must defeat their Bad Dog’s jive!

 

How about it, pastors, how about it?

        How about you stop feeding that fat Bad Dog inside you!

Your time is up!  Don’t doubt it,

        Prophets correct you.  Let prophets do what prophets do.

 

Because a certain prophet,

        Has gained a certain truth,

               About how rigidity left and holy flexibility came to excruciated Job,

Hear him, and you’ll profit,                (Hip Hooray!)

        Else without Christ-in-You,        (In That Day!)

               Your empty platforms force the universe to empty your frontal lobe.

 

 

Of Course!  (Of Course, In That Day…)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/07/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Of course!

        The clerisy ignored, ignores and will ignore the truths of In That Day,

Of course!

        The clerisy always has something else much more important to say.

 

Of course!

        The clerisy’s conversation to all, yes all, is just one-way, (always as diodes)

Of course!

        How the clerisy says it all was, is and will be: must stay. (causing die-loads!)

 

Of course!

        The clerisy: from wrong doxie, from death-seminary, will never sway,

Of course!

        Fear, greed and laziness, smothered in pride, are their menu: fey.

 

Of course!

        Stuck in Christianity 1.0, their endlessly repeated, vain Milky Way,

Of course!

        Never up for 2.0, which is steak, meaning meat, Paul’s Highway.

 

Of course!

        The clerics won’t see whilst getting its won’t-see-pay,

Of course!

        It’s too much to ask clerics, “Think: what you bray?”

 

Of course!

        Clerics will never let anyone tell their hubristic, overlord egos: Nay!

Of course!

        Un-humbled, uncorrected, dark: Of Christ-in-You they bring no ray.

 

Of course!

        Clerics preach incessantly, of near, so near: God’s great coming pay,

Of course!

        Clerics won’t find new-Ancient Paths, from truth they must stray!

 

Of course!

        Clerics beat up their faith, in bad doctrines, in which they stay,

Of course!

        They HATE In That Day Teachings, these they HATE: yea.

 

Of course!

        Prophetic rebuke they avoid, no correction they will weigh,

Of course!

        God wants their attention: But to Him, they now say: Nay!

 

Of course!

        God loves the clerics, but their spirits, with Him, are NOT okay,

Of course!

        God’s grace to them has time limits, discover this they may.

 

Of course!

        Clerics may rue how In That Day, they never once said: Yea,

Of course!

        If God is in these Teachings, Christ-in-You comes today!

 

Of course!

        To clerics, Christ is always, always: never come, but a moment away,

Of course!

        So God must give what they want, desolation’s empty-Spirit sleigh.

 

Of course!

        It doesn’t have to be this God-forsaken way!

Of course!

        It actually is Christ-in-You’s In That Day!

 

Of course!

        The whole world waits, groaning, to hear what clerics say,

Of course!

        Will they, or others, usher in Christ-in-You, NOW! yea?

 

Of course!

        Clerics think hubristically none but godly themselves can show the way,

Of course!

        Do not they misapprehend God, In That Day and Christ-in-You, nay?

 

Of course!

        Christ will have great man-indwelt, problem solving: In That Day, hurray!

Of course!

        With or without clerics, Christ-in-You comes quickly, eyes to see, Grade A.

 

Of course!

        It’s sad, clerics to date, keep saying of this conversation: Double-darn: Nay!

Of course!

        God waits with Abraham, for one, just one, one to say: Yes! And Yea!

 

Well, few have bought what I have sold,

        But please! Listen, anyway!

 

 

2/15/2013 update to Book # 2, In That Day Teachings

 

No Angels to Organize Anything, Part 1 – Carnally and generally speaking, there are no angels to organize anything. In other words, sans-angels: corruption in leadership runneth amok!  This is simply a mature understanding of what James Madison said in Federalist Papers #51, “But the great security against a gradual concentration of the several powers in the same department, consists in giving to those who administer each department the necessary constitutional means and personal motives to resist encroachments of the others. The provision for defense must in this, as in all other cases, be made commensurate to the danger of attack. Ambition must be made to counteract ambition. The interest of the man must be connected with the constitutional rights of the place. It may be a reflection on human nature, that such devices should be necessary to control the abuses of government. But what is government itself, but the greatest of all reflections on human nature? If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary. In framing a government which is to be administered by men over men, the great difficulty lies in this: you must first enable the government to control the governed; and in the next place oblige it to control itself. A dependence on the people is, no doubt, the primary control on the government; but experience has taught mankind the necessity of auxiliary precautions.”  Clericalism tends to forget clerics are not angels, while creating drone-rubes who are happy to endlessly be told how sheep sin but their leaders magically don’t. Evangelicals tend to think themselves angels.  Yet, no man is.  Always remember to “look behind the curtain,” to watch the other hand of your leader and especially do not trust any leader who says you mustn’t be ever vigilant against the possibility that leader can hide self-dealing and apotheosis himself more than a little.  Pride goes before the fall, and leaders who think themselves angels are guaranteed to fall.  We want leaders humble enough to say, “Sometimes, I’m wrong, so check me!  Even I can be blind and wrong at times, so help me not run sheep into a ditch!”  We want no leaders who say, “I and therefore we are right, and therefore they are wrong, absolutely and always so, unquestioned… and any who dare question my leadership, are also wrong.”  We need humble leaders who take correction and who are ever mindful that they are not angels, and tell their sheep so and insist they know so to fight corruption.

No Angels to Organize Anything, Part 2 – Since there are no angels to carnally organize anything for us, Alexander Hamilton said it is a given that humans “are ambitious, vindictive and rapacious.”  Any pastor reading this might think such a description applies to known televangelists who have imploded, but certainly not their own ambitions for mega-dom.  You see, In That Day Teachings ascribes to the “Tragic View” of life that is the Western understanding.  It has caused 5,000 years of uplift.  Modern Evangelical Churchianity generally subscribes to a “Therapeutic View” of life, which believes the next three-point book from liberal-leaning pastor is somehow “life changing” to the upside, but when taken as a whole with decades of such books, a therapeutic book can actually be decline-accelerating.  The West started with God’s communication with Hebrews in the bible, following along with the Greek record of philosophical thinking, then Jesus and Gothic Christianity’s new order, along with Roman civilization’s precepts, with further maturing of Western thought to include its Tragic View: these things have created tremendous advancement.  The future belongs to the West, and Churchianity is decades if not a century behind in thinking and believing so, having been thoroughly corrupted by Progressivism, which involves utopian schemes resulting in retardation of skepticism and subsequent death on a mass scale.  (See Twentieth Century Germany, Japan, Russia and China.)  It is time for Churchianity to grow up, to be mentally armed against rube-makers and stop contributing to foolish decline.  Western thought is self-correcting, a thing Churchianity forgot.  Western thought is worth it.  The idea that there are no angels to organize anything, therefore we restrain natural corruption of clerical and political leaders, is an idea worth dying for because it is worth living for.  It is a grand idea.  Progressive-saturated Churchianity believes unobtainable utopian schemes and attendant lies told to extract money from rube-made drones who can’t question who owns the nondom assets they are told to tithe and give their all.  Truth is harder, but better.  Trust, but verify is a good worldview.

 

 

Explaining Habakkuk’s Hiccup, In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/10/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Ye would not believe if you were told,

        Said Habakkuk of In That Day,

Well, few have bought what I have sold,

        But please! Listen, anyway!

 

Came the great information boom,

        TV channels, computers, smart phones galore!

Folks went to fundamental gloom,

        With Islam, with the American religion whore!

 

American popular religion’s gone through many iterations,

        Most of them quite insane,

In That Day Teachings heralds their various tarnations,

        Most of them: a bane.

 

When and how did this apotheosis occur?

        That nondom ministers became uncorrectable-deified?

Not one can be dethroned, that’s for sure!

        Who owns the nondoms, to which drones have tithed?

 

These nondom leaders each have two dogs in them, Good, Bad,

        So, which one of them wins?

The one fed, by tithes, by rube-making, by wiles: gone rad,

        Thus: In That Day begins!

 

Nondom pastors just can’t, no can’t believe!

        Can’t believe their success-cons made them bad!

They read “In That Day” but can’t grieve!

        Though truth be told them, they can’t be sad!

 

Why?  Why can’t they,

        Weep, wail and howl?

Which dog (?) are they,

        Controlled by: foul!

 

Inside these nondom pastors, beaming proud of their success,

        Is one weak, starved, abused, battered: good-dog child,

Overrun, dominated by a big, bad dog: wild in excess,

        These bad dog spirits won’t be rebuked, or defiled!

 

When In That Day Teachings speak,

        To these pastors of self-blinding, gross-apotheosis apostasy,

Their bad spirits play weak,

        And see nothing, while abusing the good in them lost, see?

 

Stranger than strange,

        But young under-pastors, it explains why you’re so rotten abused!

This explains pain,

        Your young wives see, if you stay, senior pastors to bad are fused!

 

And many seers have seen this,

        But who has seen the full way up and out?

Christ-in-You, our near bliss,

        In That Day Teachings have remedy, shout!

 

But wait! Wait! You say,

        Baby doctrine says no Christian can ever have any bad demons, right?

What was Christ’s way?

        He cast them out, spoke to them, them to Him.  He knew the fight!

 

It’s a little more complicated,

        Than self-dealing, baby-doctrine church leader says,

Intelligence accelerated,

        In That Day Teachings: God’s Christ-in-You ways.

 

Get ahold Habakkuk’s hiccup,

        Happening now, In That Day!

Young pastors, give old up!

        Be warrior poets, okay?

 

Study, yes study!  Study! Study!

        In That Day Teachings now,

Get your brain-knuckles bloody!

        Poem, by poem, vow!

 

Do not get your nose,

        Too out of joint!

For buried in prose,

        God’s own point!

 

Anything!  Anything!  Anything! Anything!

        Anything, dearest God, you say,

In prayer you pastors say, Another thing bring!

        To these prayers God says, Nay!

 

The wise Teachings for In That Day,

        Are for the first part, just about done,

Who knows the brave man’s way?

        Time for Christ-in-You, God’s Son.

 

Study, study, study and be approved,

        Get out bad doxies, self-dealing, blinding dogs!

Work with God and be ye moved,

        In with good doxies, out with grinding hawgs!

 

No?  You would much rather tell rubes,

        Yes, you’d rather tell rubes to stop sinning?

Well, you can make more ice cubes,

        But you’ll miss God’s great new beginning!

 

But your throats choke,

        On honoring In That Day Teachings by name?

And author bloke?

        It’s just your pride, pride in the main!

 

There is a ginormous guillotine of pride,

        Between the milk and the meat!

Go on, take pride’s slow death-train ride,

        Eagles pick death off you, neat!

 

And, oh, yes!

        All of this is an awesome and great thing!

My guess,

        Best, saved for last!  Know what I mean?

 

 

 

 

Has Church Turned into Pinocchio’s Pleasure Island?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/05/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Hey!  Did you hear?

        Church has turned into Pinocchio’s Pleasure Island!

You’re wrong, I fear!

        It’s not church, but society: that’s in mire-land!

 

No!  “Get naked,

        And pray with spouse!” is what the preacher said,

Gawd forsaked!

        No preacher could be sane, THAT in his head!

 

Hey!  Cannonball,

        Right into baptismal tank, same preacher allowed!

You lie, with gall!

        No sane preacher could have THIS avowed!

 

Hey!  Did you hear?

        Church has turned into Pinocchio’s Treasure Island!

Is it truth, mere?

        If so, did it host football super-sin-o-rama guile-land?

 

Yes! As a matter of veritable fact,

        In greed for noses, it hosts insanity all the time!

Nay!  They are donkeys in redact,

        Indeed, Treasure Island Church in pantomime.

 

Hey!  You think,

        They’ll ever take correction or ever learn a lesson?

Nay! They drink,

        Their pride ego, it is poison, Satan’s very best one.

 

 

 

Are In That Day Teachings a Gross, Unworthy Phantasm?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/31/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Are In That Day Teachings a gross, unworthy phantasm?

        Yes, how do preachers think so!              (Not reading old posits proved true!)

And no-account, existing for erudite sarcasm?

        Yet, how do preachers know so?             (Incapable of concentrating thru?)

 

Weird preachers who cannonball,

        Their own baptismal tank: rough!            (Who could make this stuff up?)

And tell spouses: clothes off all,

        And pray to God in rank: buff!               (Their doctrines: mucked up?)

 

Nakedly, brazenly idiotic,                   (When will they be through?)

        These preachers aimlessly, baby-style preach!

In That Day: despotic?                        (Forget: Christ-in-You?)

        They, truth, amazingly: can’t maybe reach?

 

Are In That Day Teachings a gross, unworthy phantasm?     (Revere its tomes!)

        Time, it will tell!                                                  (They just can’t man it?)

And already does, with each preacher’s new, bad spasm,     (Seek high poems!)

        Hope: it ends well…                                            (For them, how can it?)

 

Weep! Wail! And howl!

        Until we do hear that,      (We must see leaders commit to pride guillotines!)

In That Day fouls,

        As pride keeps it flat.      (Lest we think God doesn’t mean what he means!)

 

 

 

My Name is James Tiberius Kirk (In That Day!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/23/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

My name is James Tiberius Kirk,

        My crew and the Enterprise are bold,

I have a story.  It’s berserk!

        The most frightful one I’ve told!

 

We discovered about a million spaceships,

        (This got me reeling!) Inside this one, really big spaceship!

Inside, leaders controlled brain-space: hip,

        Self-dealing: each leader talked with drone-ship paid lip.

 

Meaning, a thousand leaders each had,

        A thousand follower, paying spaceships full of beings,

But gleaning, each leader we knew: bad,

        Never outside big, containing ship: ever once seeing!

 

Only a thousand leaders mocking,

        Their thousand-spaceship flocks with innocent beings inside,

Never, the universe: take-stocking,

        Just dumbing-down all, for internal, useful-idiot ride.

 

Get out of your big spaceship, you misled fools!

        There’s beautiful, undiscovered country to see!

Kirk! They said, you dare break our fixed rules?

        You cannot set whom we imprison: free!

 

Then I learned that most rulers clerical,

        Are congenital: born mainly to enslave,

And make-rubes, dumb-down, are heretical,

        Overlord and mind-rape each knave.

 

Why, oh God, do,

        Right-lip-half-smart tyrants on Intelligence Bell Curve,

Always us: screw?

        Right-hip, they think they are: with bellicose verve!

 

Milk Churchianity,

        Occupies minds and money in nugatory, endless-vain loop,

Steak non-insanity,

        Creates Christ-in-You, as God’s invisible-to-most: stoop.

 

The unexplored territory,

        Of Christ-in-You,

Takes bold temerity,

        In That Day: true!

 

My name is Kirk,

        You don’t have to believe me,

Just go to church,

        And with eyes to see, see.

 

And test, test as would my logical, Vulcan friend Spock,

        In That Day Teachings: study and test!

Over time test its precepts: barrel, stock and lock,

        Time proves what’s true of God’s best!

 

Come along, boldly where,

        Not too many men or women have gone before or even ever dare!

With courage, then fare,

        Behold, In That Day, which this time is, Christ-in-You: there!

 

 

       

 

 

Nicodemus Was Right!  But Can You Follow His Example?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/18/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Nicodemus was right,

        He came to Jesus, at night,

Pastors, control fright,

        Love seize us, all right?

 

The True-Way Ones,

        Who, in the Wilderness, (not you) have found it,

Added great sums,

        Ate ugly truths, then: God’s love abounded!

 

Such an Ones,

        Can never, really, to your church come!  (And there’s spiritual reason!)

It’s you, sons,

        Like Nicodemus, out-of-Dodge, run!     (Tough to see and meet Sun!)

 

Drink a super-sized gulp,

        Of courage and call, drop by!

Ones who’ve crossed gulf,

        Drop by.  Say, It’s me!  Hi!

 

You’re the busiest men,                      (and women!)

        This We know, yes, on Earth!

But here’s your big sin,                       (BIG SIN!)

        What you want, can’t birth!

 

You can’t birth what you,

        Know: what you have been born to do,              (Ah, such missed bliss!)

Bring quick: Christ-in-You,

        By not giving prophet his due!                             (Are you gettin’ this?)

 

Come, walk in the park,

        Or spend some time on the phone,          (We know, you are tired of milk!)

Leap!  Bridge the arc!

        Find, be changed: steak to the bone!      (Required: True prophetic ilk!)

 

Oh yes, you cannot usher in,

        In That Day without calling it precisely that!     (Boy, the cost is so high!)

Humility, how to begin,

        Christ-in-You wears a different-shaped hat.       (Rather your spirit die?)

 

A lot, a lot of the old has to burn! Burn!  Yes, burn!

        Creep one foot in, one out won’t work!

You want, but don’t pay price, (and still you yearn!)

        Deep inner pride, you won’t give dirk.

 

If you can’t kill your own pride,

        Then give an Enlightened One a call,

It’s how you remove pride’s ride,

        It’s exactly how you make pride fall.

 

Even you, a true preacher,

        Don’t know it all!             (As this poet-writer did, so do the same!)

How to be higher teacher?

        Let pride fall!                              (Poets-become-prophetic: won’t maim!)

 

Nicodemus, in fact, did it,

        And you can too!                        (Gee, what was Nick’s later, awesome reward?)

So, religious pride: rid it,

        Get Christ-in-You!          (Honored, anointed as Son’s final body guard?)

 

Learn, like the great Nicodemus,

        You’ve preached about him long enough!

Be him!  Not disingenuous,

        Behold! Living in In That Day’s tough!

 

Stop!  Stop!  Stop!

        Telling your emaciated sheep: same-old, milk-bible stories,

That you flop!

        In life, you flop!  Nay: Love Nicodemus, learn his mores!

 

Live!  Live the ancient stories of greatest good,

        By being shadow’s length near the infamous Ones you avoid!

Do, stop just preaching about, what you should,

        Be ye percolated by being spirit-deliverance: annoyed!

 

Blessed are they who are not offended (and you are not?) by Me,

        You think: doesn’t apply to you?  You think it doesn’t apply to you?

Visit the Ones in Whom I’m free!  Visit, in Whom I’m free!

        Take a chance.  Prove whom God (yes, it’s hot!) does imbue.

 

Your office, your church, your spiritual geography: NO!

        Enlightened Ones can’t enlighten you there,     (In That Day, Dark or Light?)

Try their place, their park, their spiritual geography: so,

        It’s the price to get clerical pride laid bare.         (That Christ-in-You: Might!)

       

 

 

The Awful Chase of the Creatures of Preachers, In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/13/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

I have a dreadful story,

        I have a such dreadful tale,

It’s full of pain and glory,

        It could make you wail!

 

It’s the Awful Chase of the Creatures,

        Of Preachers, In That Day!

For you, I skip the bloody features,

        But first put child away!

 

One time in a dark, dank forest glen,

        On a rainy, ice-cold, moonless night,

I ran beside running preachers when,

        They filled me full of madcap fright!

 

It’s behind us!  Gaining!  Gaining!

        Monsters are behind us, we daren’t look!

Us, it will be maiming!  Maiming!

        We won’t look back. We are full shook!

 

Being somewhat prophetic, I looked behind them,

        Sure enough, I saw monsters that would grind them,

But strangely, I somehow didn’t mind them,

        But I had no light, no light, no light to blind them!

 

Then I saw God and the Devil,

        Sitting by a lit up, pine-scented, tall Christmas tree,

Then I sat with Good and Evil,

        Together we sat and had tea and scones, we three!

 

Meanwhile, the preachers made large, oval laps,

        Running from monsters faster and faster!

On grand, but futile, self-exalting maps,

        That spelled for them only disaster!

 

Occasionally, a monster would his preacher reach,

        And devour the preacher perfect whole!

Never once did preacher turn or seek,

        The monster raving hungry for his soul!

 

I asked Satan, what have you done?

        Satan said, Of this I kid you not!

Neither God nor I made this, son!

        We’ve made no monster rot!

 

Who made them?  God!

        And why are those monsters so bad?

The secret’s odd,

        Said God, Their wiles made them rad!

 

Whose wiles made what?

        Devil, God: Are you pulling my leg?

Preachers’ wiles are hot!

        They said.  It is the chicken’s egg!

 

Talk straight to me,

        I’m prophetic and I want to help them verily,

Well, you are free!

        They said to me. They spoke quite merrily.

 

I ran back beside the preachers running,

        From their monsters gaining closer,

I said, I had a meeting: stunning,

        I am a prophet!  I am no poser!

 

I said, Monsters: take a breather!

        While I stop and talk to these preachers you’ve made frightfully sweaty,

I said, Preachers, stop!  Be freer!

        While I explain the madness of your infinite ocean of madness eddy.

 

We’ll not listen!

        Said the preachers preoccupied,

We’re not missing,

        Anything! They, to a man, lied.

 

Again, they ran!

        Again, I ran!

Monsters ran!

        All ran!

 

The preachers said we want to couple,

        Couple up with awesome power!

We’ll up the bet more than double,

        That’s what we want this hour!

 

 

We’ll make a deal!  With God, we’ll deal!

        Or even the Devil, with great zeal!

We’ll make a deal with Muslims real,

        Any deal will help us, we feel!

 

No it won’t, you foolish egos,

        Face it, you’re still going to get et!

By pride, that’s how it goes,

        It’s your wiles you haven’t met!

 

It’s your own Wile-Monsters,

        Monsters each of you has made!

See how pride’s fount stirs!

        Sons eat fathers in parade!

 

Frustrated, I ran back to tea,

        With the Devil, God and myself,

Woe! Woe! Oh, woe is me,

        The prophetic is on the shelf!

 

The Devil asked God,

        If he could explain the situation more precise to me,

God gave him the nod,

        The Devil said, It’s not hard with clear eyes to see.

 

Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely,

        Even so, preachers deem their absolution: supercilious more important!

So then absolute absolution corrupts more resolutely,

        Creating Wile-Monsters consuming their inventors: sore-abortant!

 

Their absolute absolution does this?

        Said God and the Devil, Yes!  Every time!

In That Day, they can’t see this?

        Perhaps, said God and the Devil, in rhyme.

 

So there you have it,

        Why, for example, the House-of-Glass Cathedral is owned by Catholics,

Thus, I’ve mapped it,

        For preachers, peradventure, with nervous, monsters-are-behind-us tics.

 

But who would believe,

        A prophet would, with God and Devil, have tea?

I’ll give you reprieve,

        I would have drunk coffee if it was me!

 

 

Honestly, this situation is so bizarre eternally,

        It is too hard even to think it!     (What did Lady Astor say to old Churchill?)

If you were married to me, I’d poison your tea!

        If married to you, I’d drink it!    (With these truths, what does Church will?)

 

What does the Church will,

        In (this) That Day?

Run from monsters until,

        Monsters slay?

 

Or perhaps great-learn a better, smarter habit,

        Now that the cold, hard in-cement truth: Church has it?

The steak purpose, Christ-in-You, to grab it,

        But first, slay inner demon Milk-Monsters: That’s it!

 

 

 

 

How Can the Prophets Prophesy Lies at Every Year’s End?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/05/13 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

How can the prophets prophesy lies,

        At every year end’s message?

The same package, the same size?

        Lies on lies! My guess is.

 

The main lie,

        Being,

Prophets-high,

        Seeing!

 

The standard-schooled prophet,

        Has year end, nugatory message the same for fifty years,          (such blight!)

Davids in caves: the topic,

        Dreadnaught champions who’ll come out and stop tears!          (yeah, right!)

 

Always, It is coming! (the sketch,)

        And never come!

While church remains a wretch,

        In sum.

 

Never mind the wiles of emotionalism and ever-present: big money-grubbing,

        Or complete absence of healthy, intelligent skepticism,

Each wolf-leader, on major stones of God’s High Truth, his toe is stubbing,

        Never mind the truth on which great truth is risen.

 

The Tragic View truth that man is fallen,

        Especially the leader who tells you so!

Leaders can hide their sins against sheep they’re mauling,

        Prophets have winked at wolves whose sins grow!

 

The drought prophesying just goes,

        On and on,

No weeping, no wailing.  Just: shows,

        Beyond gone.

 

Shows of a) Showmanship, b) Stage Hypnotism,

        And then c) Misdirection and d) Suggestion: Contribute, e’er: contribute!

Brain-blows of what works in psychic mysticism,

        Hellish-Satanic witchcraft, rube-making, wily-coyoteism this all salutes.

 

Nothing is more unholy-unmanly,

        Than prophetic schools of thought gone quite rogue,

Each prophet a scared nanny,

        Because a true man-of-war of God is not right-vogue.

 

The ratio: Four-hundred Deceived,

        To the one who can correct what’s wrong,

So, Four-Hundred: be ye grieved,

        Visit the true prophet, with him be among. 

 

It’ll take many years to scrub,

        From Churchianity its huge, NLP-ogre sin-stains,

And wash from brains: mud,

        And build up what little good sense now remains.

 

Prophets of Churchianity,

        You are not unlike Pharisees and scribes in Jesus’ time!

Prophets of insanity,

        It’ll take three years or more to put sense in your rhyme.

 

Here’s the test,

        Can you call, visit and be corrected by a prophet of correction?

Or just rest,

        Until year’s end, when you prophesy the same old confection?

 

Call, visit and be taught,                                 (What’ll you do?)

        By the prophet that is true,                      (What’ll you do?)

In That Day, ye ought,                                    (What’ll you do?)

        To learn about Christ-in-You.                 (What’ll you do?)

 

Reno is a place of renovation,

        In this place and time,

Go ahead.  Save reputation,

        Or stay in same grime.

 

So this is the dare,

        To all prophets who so endlessly prophesy: It’s coming!            (Oh dear!)

Visit Reno where,

        You’ll discover In That Day and, from it, stop running.                        (It’s near!)

 

What then is In That Day?

        It’s a time of increased intelligence, cogency, sight and wisdom!

What do you now say?

        Get In That Day Teachings and see how Christ-in-You is come!

 

 

 

What Then, In That Day? (And Our Great Awakening?)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #10 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/25/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

What then,

        In That Day?

What then,

        Shall we say?

 

Shall there be another prophet,

        More understandable, less biting, more supercilious, more inviting?

A better way to in-cash profit,

        A different, ascending path: far less serious, and much less smiting?

 

Something other than In That Day?

        More infantile, more puerile, lower in perch?

For centuries there’s been this way!

        It’s called church!

 

So church leaders can keep,                (Hurrah! Self-dealing?)

        Oh yes!  Keep their unmentionables?

Never we hear a peep,                         (Keeps sheep reeling!)

        To hear would be unconscionable?

 

To talk of nondom pastor’s blessed retirement,

        Why, that’ll never do?

Sheep-funded assets sold, (The requirement?)      

        Such subjects: taboo?

 

Of course, the nondom insiders swoon,

        Owning sheep-funded assets lock, stock and barrel!

Hush!  Early investors get this boon!

        In this sort of reverse Wheat-and-Tare-Turntable!

 

Also never mentioned, (What a co-winky-dinky?)

        There appear to be absolutely no recognized Living Masters!

Could it be repeated milk-mush is rinky-dinky?

        It’s why church leaders resolute-implode as Major Disasters!

 

No, there is never, ever mention,

        Of ascension, higher thought, real Christ-in-You!          (Critical thinking!)

No, just the same, in prevention,

        God forbid In That Day is taught to you?                        (Critical winking?)

 

No, it’s just splashy cannonballs,

        Of odd obfuscation,

Lie-leaders don’t fear falls,

        Or God of creation.

 

Verily, leaders of Churchianity stooped to have seen,

        In That Day Teachings: and found them wanting!

Merrily, some other truths, to them, will be less mean?

        Some repair will keep themselves: high-vaunting?

 

With aplomb they virtually spit on Christ-in-You,

        In any sheep or person or disbelieved prophet?

One wonders, is there anything they won’t do,

        To kill Christ-in-You in anyone, or mock it?

 

Sure, church leaders want some other unreached-to-date elevation,

        Without In That Day Teachings’ seeing!

They won’t learn of their (yes, brother) fait accompli fornication,

        Witchcraft sheep-control brain-bleeding!

 

Go ahead, you fence-straddling leaders,

        Waiting for what?  Godot to prove In That Day Teachings wrong?

Are you the lowest bottom-feeders?

        Feeding your ego, which is dust: to sheep kept weak, not strong?

 

Woe to the many pastors who,           (Who indubitably loved and made a lie!)

        Discover their style works not because of God but NLP,

Weep!  Wail!  Howl! Boo-hoo!          (Insuperably hard for them to repent, why?)

        It worked because of NLP, and set none – none – free!

 

And pray tell, why did and does God let pastors allow it,

        Why does He let them unknowingly use Satan’s wiles?

It fences between those who are in-God or just vow it,

        Causing in us great confusion, but in God: sad smiles.

 

But guess what!  There is no other In That Day,

        Which is a day of Christ-in-You, come-now, sight-filled, cogent Revelation!

No other conclusions, no other more-blind way,

        Than to honor Burke’s “un-zombify Churchianity,” be-enChristed creation!

 

Then, To hell! You say,

        To hell with that!

But God has last say,

        You will eat hat!

 

Your hat represents your identity,

        All that you are!

Christ-in-You helps mentality,

        You can be star!

 

Right now it’s cannonball pogroms,

        Of brazen Neuro-Linguistic Programming shenanigans,

a )Showmanship, b) Hypno-brain bombs,

                   To hide c) Misdirection and d) Suggestion plans.

 

Rather than a public, transparent plan to pay off, let’s say,

        Enterprise mortgage to later sell for unmentioned retirement,

“Compassion!  Ripples!  The Future!” you scoff away,

        And your blinded sheep dumbly respond: tricked, ire-bent!

 

Never mind sheep paying their mortgage down?

        Never mind sheep’s progeny having inheritance?

Sheep’s brains must be distracted, unsound?

        Only churchward must sheep’s money dance?

 

Never mind Western Enlightenment’s Tragic View,

        That there are no angels nor angel-leaders to organize us?

Clericalism never questions itself: It wouldn’t do?

        Hence: nothing but Christ-in-Naughts that connive us!

 

Is there a hell hot enough,

        For scheming, word-twisting, blind rube-makers?

Enough!  This is too tough!

        God says, All religionists, in some way, are fakers.

 

Forgive!  Forget!

        Weep! Wail! and Howl!

In That Day: Get!

        Christ is wise owl.

 

There is meant,

        To be no other plan coming than In That Day!

Denouement!

        Try it!  You’ll like it!  What do you now say?

 

Mad-sad news is:                    (Rise high, you see all!)

        There is no other ascendant plan than In That Day!

Glad-bad news is:                   (Rise high, see cabal!)

        Your choice is a second or millennium away!

 

Repentance, denouement, then Christ-in-You,

        And revival!

Rapid improvement, old-high ways new!

        You liable?

 

What then,                               (High Definition is now come!)

        In That Day?                   (What group has most to rue?)

What then,                               (Confess wiles done, in sum!)

        Shall you say?                  (Fake prophets are through!)

 

God wants to know,

        What you know!

God wants you to say,

        Nay or yea!...

 

To In That Day Teachings: true,

        Believe it or not!

        It’s gonna be hot!

NOW imbued: Christ-in-You!

 

What then,                               (It’s not milk, but great steak!)

        In That Day?                   (It’s not milk, but great steak!)

What then,                               (So bilk not, but make break!)

        Do you say?                     (So bilk not, but make break!)

       

What then,

        In That Day?

What then,

        Do you say?

 

 

 

 

An Epic, (Spiritual) Mexican Standoff, Described In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/18/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

If the nascent seers cannot see,

        Then what will, so profoundly, happen?

How their and followers’ eternity?

        With all-around bad mapping!

 

So many Stephen-Stoners,                  (Bad they bring, modern-day mutants)

        Fully unaware,

Busy as weird lie-honers,                    (Of all things: ministry consultants!)

        Souls laid bare.

 

Thinking themselves so smart-phone good,

        They hate it (they roast!) when they discover they are bad,

They think prophets: too war-prone rude!

        Who want (utmost!) to help them out of being rad-had.

 

So, an epic Mexican Standoff, it is!

        Each hot participant saying, Throw down your gun!

But a prophet unarmed has no biz,

        In a spiritual battle, lies: in the end, never’ve won.

 

Throw! Throw down your spiritual gun!

        Say the lie-loving, deceived, black-hat ministry outlaws,

It’s Christ-in-You, God’s own Sun!

        Says the prophet, whose inability to disarm: is no flaw.

 

Please don’t pull your triggers,

        You confused, black-hat, last-chance-to-turn-around, passion-for-brains, utterly uncorrectable, hubris-filled pride-posse!

Please don’t test God’s rigueur,

        You can’t outwit, out-fox (like your dumbed-down sheep) no, you can’t out-box, out-brazen, out-fund-raise God’s moxie!

 

Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!

        Go the pride posse’s silent bullets,

BOOM!  BOOM - ER- RANG!

        Goes God’s requite: full met.

 

The prophet,

        Sighs,                   (And patches up his wounds)

More closed,

        Eyes.                    (Walking dead men, in tombs)

 

Until In That Day of blessed, hoped-for, right-smart denouement,

Eyes open (seeing!) and Christ-in-You inside improvement!

Which is being delayed (long overdue delayed!)

By the nascent seers (la enfants terrible!)

Who cannot yet see!

Hating prophets,

Who set,

Them,

Free.

 

And the dummies, oh the dummies!

The most they do is be silent!

And hope all prophets,

And all requirement,

Disappear from,

Truth and,

In That,

Day.

       

 

 

Just One Pastor, Is All It Takes, In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/14/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Just one pastor,

        Who admits his sins,

Just one pastor,

        Who admits his shenanigans,

Yes, just one pastor,

        Whose sheep’s heads are bashed in…

 

By same pastor,

        Who kept his sheep just dumb enough!

By same pastor,

        Who mentally was one level above: rough!

By same pastor,

        Who used Neuro-Linguistic Programming stuff!

 

Just one pastor,

        For power: itched?

Just one pastor,

        Then: un-bewitched?

Just one pastor,

        Bad power: switched?

 

Just one Power,

        Above us all,                    (and sees canabalic gall)

Just one Power,

        Who let’s us fall,              (even with cannonball)

Just one Power,

        Sees every cleric cabal… (does amnesty call?)

 

Just one pastor,

        Reads and understand the prophets pointing this self-dealing out!

Just one pastor, nay three,

        Who In That Day, rise above hidden enslavement pogroms with shout!

Just one pastor, nay many,

        Who weep, wail and howl and explain to sheep what they did, to get it out!

 

Just one pastor,

        Can start true revival!

Just one pastor,

        In That Day: reliable!

Just one pastor,

        Who is to truth: viable!

 

Just one pastor,

        Or under-pastor, literary agent or publisher of books!

Just one pastor,

        Or shepherd who sees mind-enslavement-cornucopia when he looks!

Just one pastor,

        Believes prophets, In That Day, who see blind, unforgiven Death Dukes!

 

Just one pastor,

        That’s all it takes!

Just one pastor!

        Tired of the fakes,

Just one pastor!

        In That Day makes.

 

Who will it be?

        Who now dares to see!

Who will it be?

        Who now sets all free!

Who will it be?

        That, Christ-in-You: be!

 

 

 

Our Milk-Summit Apex-Apoplexy has been Reached!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/12/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Drowning on milk,

        Gagging on same,

Must church be,

        Only in name?

 

Give your inheritance!

        Give you rainy-day money!

Cannonball trance,

        Same old dung called honey!

 

Shocked, shocked,

        There’s critique going on here?

Leaders blocked,

        In That Day kept: NOT near!

 

And what is In That Day?

        It’s denouement, maturity, steak and awesome Christ-in-You mores!

Leaders’ faithfulness: fey,

        Christ-in-You growth, they hate!  They’re naught but: bad whores!

 

Whores for milk,                     (Taking the single mom’s stipend!)

        Ponds of milk-immaturity they cannonball!

And they bilk,                         (To sheep, they’re foe or friend?)

        At correction by prophets, that’s about all.

 

Milk-drowning pastors fear, loathe and hate,

        The only friends of their souls they have!

They pretend there’re no prophets of late,

        Milk is it!  In milk they drown all in bath.

 

Where will it end,

        These milk-bath, cannon-balling fools?   (Slaughtering sheep’s finances!)

When they begin,

        To see they’ve drowned in hubris pools. (Offing selves in baby nuances!)

 

They blow past,           (Well, they cannot say a prophet wasn’t for them: there!)

        Their own, last-chance-to-see-the-light, amnesty deadlines,

They can’t last,            (They fight In That Day Teachings, and God is aware!)

        Implosions: shall be their self-selected, future headlines.

 

 

How Much Pain in Man Must it Take for Man to See?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/04/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

A hypnotist might be considered very smart,

        Tho he can hypnotize all, yet it doesn’t make him a genius,

Well then, we’ve been hypnotized by high art,

        Yet escape-from-hypnotism-artists are labeled: heinous!

 

I, we of teachings high,

        Plainly see the hypnotizers need strong rebuking,

But, alas!  Alack!  Sigh!

        The hypnotized, any savior: they’re all puking!

 

For the hypnotized eat hypnotism,

        Like a brannigan sailor imbibes furiously while in bars in ports,

Seers are a much-loathed schism,

        The blind want them stillborn, killed by any process that aborts!

 

It’s all so fine and well,          (The norm: Our land, trillions in debt!)

        Gatekeepers ignoring prophetic, honest truth that vigorously remedies!

Meanwhile life’s hell!             (The norm: Gatekeepers can’t see yet?)

        False realities amped high as good, but actually, virtually: Hades!

 

All machination dials of false realty,

        Are pegged past eleven!

In That Day Teachings speak fealty,

        Church and state: leaven!

 

How long can this bet be ever upped?

        God in heaven asks us.  He really, really wants to know!

His truth waits, it can’t be chucked!

        How much pain in man must it take, for man to grow?

 

Shall it be God Who then decides?

        No, it’s the lie-loving man who chooses!

Accept truth that derides,

        What’s wrong in man, or mankind loses!

 

Honestly, the sole problem that is before us,

        Is that there are no angels to organize neither church nor state!

Alternative media programs inform us,

        Of corrections to state.  Church, yes, church is next on slate!

 

Whom God loves,

        Yea, He verily rebukes and He verily chastises!

The prod shoves,

        Church-ward!  See how truth eerily baptizes!

 

Watch Churchianity eat tons and tons of humble pie,

        (When?)  Oh my!  Yes, Oh My!

With sums of In That Day Teachings: right and high!

        Then: Christ-in-You, comes by!

 

 

 

 

Raise Our National Debt to a Trillion-Trillion?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/28/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Raise to a trillion-trillion,

        Our national debt?

What it represents,

        We daren’t forget!

 

It represents, and represents don’t you think rather well,

        The manifest absurdity of our present, furiously fast age,

The West’s abandonment of logic is nothing but hell,

        Our “Standard Minimum” to be fools on life’s stage!

 

In That Day Teachings say,

        Christ-in-You is our “Maximum Standard,”

Churchianity: Rather, nay!

        Anything but Christ-in-You is pandered!

 

From top to bottom, alpha to omega,

        Man oppresses man with a worldwide-bossy: insanity chamber,

Incomprehensibly stupid: MEGA!

        Stupid is a reality distortion, not to mention costly, danger!

 

For truth, in the end, isn’t expensive,

        But reality distortions consume minds, lives and zillions,

Since few dare see truth’s missives,

        People, in the ignoring, keep on dying by the millions.

 

One God above us all,

        And one universal philosophy of the freedom-loving West,

Un-colorblind, we fall,

        Truth, In That Day Teachings and Christ-in-You are best.

 

Liberty’s tough, godly love is mutual dedication,

        To noble self-restraint,

Today’s church and state: odd mind-eradication,

        Christ-in-You: ain’t!

 

Christ-in-You, rather,              (Said Paul, our religious sage!)

        Is a sound mind,              (We have much room for improvement!)

That’s what Churchianity,      (In our In-That-Day-less age!)

        Left behind.                     (What is In That Day? Dénouement!)

 

 

 

Until I Gain Other Lights Than Those I Have…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/17/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

With Apologies to Edmund Burke

 

 

Until I gain other lights than those I have,

        I have to go on being true to my understanding,

Meanwhile, Churchianity does everything (excluding rehab!)

        To continue Christ-in-You, In That Day: countermanding.

 

Does Christ or the Devil want more…

        Showmanship and Stage Hypnotism?

        Misdirection? And Hidden, Self-Dealing Suggestion?

        Neuro Linguistic Programming?

        Greed-mongering?

        Fear-mongering?

        Laziness?

Does Christ or the Devil want more…

        Ancient Paths of Correction, as in Jeremiah Six: Sixteen?

        Western Enlightenment’s Protocols of Self-Correction?

        Humility that overpowers lord-over power?

        Maturity in all things?

        Paul’s High Ways?

        Christ-in-You?

 

Shall Churchianity and its rigid gatekeepers,

        Continue on with rotten-fruit, incompetent authoritarianism?

Shall wholesale corruption be hell-reapers,

        With inability to detect and honor Christ: its cement schism?

 

Shall In That Day Teachings be, in the end, proved,

        True or false?

Nay, its truths already slay rube-lords and rubes’,

        False cabals!

 

Though it take a day, a week,

        Or long, plenary millennium,

In That Day Teachings are true,

        And necessary, at minimum.

       

Until I gain other lights than those I have,

        I have to go on being true to my understanding,

Meanwhile, Churchianity does everything (excluding rehab!)

        To continue Christ-in-You, In That Day: countermanding.

 

 

A Long Line of Celibate Monks…

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/03/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Admit it, we all come from,

        A long line of celibate monks!

We hide our elephant dung,

        We hide our elephant trunks!

 

Admit it, we are that unspoken,

        Elephant in the room,

Half alive, mostly dead, broken,

        Still lying in tomb.

 

And Western Enlightenment admits as much,

        The Tragic View: we sin, our leaders sin more!

The only World View with correction’s touch,

        A self-correcting whore is not just a whore!

 

Only humility at top of our and leader’s minds,

        Frees us from various forms of brutal, hidden enslavement,

All else destroys us as pride’s mill grinds,

        Where no rebuke reforms us, just hilarious bereavement.

 

What’s the cure?

        Get rid of fear, greed, laziness!

Then be pure,

        Doctrines: West, not craziness.

 

Seek, then, Ancient Paths of Correction,

        Paul’s High Ways and Christ-in-You!

Lose the modern madness confection,

        In That Day Teachings are true!

 

Defend your mind, your soul,

        Defend your very spirit God-given!

Lie-lovers with hell roll,

        Modern man worships odd leaven.

 

Arise, mentalities screwed up in every way,               (Aye, that’s not being!)

        Arise from majority-wrong, upside-down perception and deception!

Behold now, realities of In That Day,                                    (With eyes seeing!)

        God’s mind inside yours, right-standing: Christ-in-You perfection!

 

 

Publicly, They Will Not Admit… But Privately They Do!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/31/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Publicly , they will not ever out loud admit,

        But privately to themselves or their spouses,

They know that they know: they miss, not hit,

        That shenanigan cards don’t build houses!

 

They know that they lost their marbles,

        And they have forgot to believe they could find them!

They play love-mush, God: hard balls,

        They are shot up with bad-drug faith that binds them!

 

They barely can discern they’re out of luck,

        Mucking in endless loops,

Convinced of themselves, blind star-struck,

        In That Day-less: oops!

 

In That Day-less oops!

        And uh-ohs and more whoopsie-daisies!

Chickens in coops,

        Avoiding In That Day are the crazies!

 

Waiting for the next new fad,

        To publish, promote and sell the hell out of!

In That Day waits, God: sad,

        Patience, we note, He might be well out of!

 

And none of this, none of this!

        Helps the out-of-churchers, who barely see but can’t go beyond!

Masses stuck, can’t find bliss,

        Rejecting failed shepherds, out-of-churchers stuck in mire pond!

 

But, what is the next fad?

        Haven’t they all been tried?

Dare we make God mad?

        Whom, to us, has lied?

 

Left Behindism accomplished, just what?

        Purpose-Driven drove us, where?

What Would Jesus Do, did right or not?

        The next fad reveals: sin bare?

 

Of course, sin will not be revealed,

        In the next splendiferous fad!

Unless In That Day is unsealed,

        But who can brave that bad?

 

Yes, a fad revealing Churchianity’s rube-making sins!

        Is that really too much to ask?

Decide now, more sharks and denial of shark fins?

        Or doing God’s next task!

 

In That Day Teachings have, perhaps, the biblically perfect name,

        Revealing fear, greed, slouch doxies: man’s bane,

Ushering correction, high ways, and Christ-in-You lion’s mane!

        But can humble pie be et?  Only at great pain!

 

Yes, for once, a fad can be born,

        Which comes at the right price!

Once shenanigan pastors mourn,

        Christ-in-You comes off ice!

 

Living Masters can return to Earth,

        High and true discipleship once more understood!

In That Day: not stillborn at birth,

        But Christ-in-You and all that’s truly, truly good!

 

Not a family-destroying monkish movement, laser focused,

        But broadly supporting God’s separating Western values!

Pastors chided for hatching alien-brood, anti-West locusts,

        In liberty and God we sing celebration hallelu’s!

 

In That Day,

        It’s an ascending, everlasting thing!

Good pay,

        Let liberty’s Christ-in-You ring!

 

So then, When I return,

        Jesus asked, will I find faith?

Let this kindling burn!

        It is In That Day, God saith.

 

 

 

Better to True-Up Now Than Later!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/31/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Better to true-up now than later,

        Churchianity could fess up cheap, crowd-pleasing wiles,

Greed, fear, laziness made greater,

        Through processes distancing God and man by miles.

 

Better to follow a long-avoided true-up process,

        Like In That Day Teachings of Reno!

To weep, wail and howl would be progress,

        Logic, correction: man could show!

 

Man could show God modern Churchianity,

        Is correctable, thinking and non-self-dealing,

It would please God, this cogent sanity,

        And Churchianity could stop its reeling.

 

It is far better to true-up now than later,

        Heaven has shocked many a deceiving pastor!

Earth’s clerics can meet their Creator,

        In the land of the living! That’s what we’re after!

 

Better to true-up now,

        In That Day Teachings shows you how!

That’s its author’s vow,

        What’s the reward?  Christ-in-You!  POW!

 

The return of Living Masters,

        The halting of manmade church disasters,

If, and it’s a big if, pastors,

        Agree to hit their egos with blasters!

 

So that is the inexorable, excruciating own-up,

        Urgently required now, a thing we call In That Day,

Foundations built on sand can be blown-up,

        Then: Christ-in-You acquired!  Up, up and away!

 

So, how about it?

        What now do you say?

Come on, let’s shout it,

        It is In That Day!

 

 

Tender is the Way of In That Day! (Unless by Choice: Not)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/29/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Tender is God’s Highest Way,

        Until it decidedly is not,

God’s love wants to sway,

        Until it’s forgot.

 

A man told a parable,

        The audience listened,

The story: bear-able,

        The man glistened.

 

The parable didn’t miss,

        I’ll tell it below,

It put them in bliss,

        Don’t you know.

 

A man wanted to know,

        So he seeked, he knocked, he found!

This made him grow,

        Growing far above common ground!

 

Where lived,

        Many a little Baby Seer,

Convinced,

        They were much freer!

 

Than the Knower who seeked,

        Who knocked, who found,

The Baby Seers then freaked,

        At Knower: unsound!

 

But the Knower wasn’t unsound!

        He just went further down the road,

On this: Baby Seers frowned!

        Flushing high work down commode.

 

Who is the Knower,

        In this case?

In That Day grower,

        For our race!

 

Who are these somewhat babyish Seers?

        The Gatekeepers of sight, sound and motion!

Somewhat enslav-ish, not real freers!

        And to learn this, is their poison-potion.

 

The Knower has no ominous ill will,

        To the Nascent Seers never fully grown up,

There but the grace of God… still,

        It’s In That Day, Nascent Seers, time’s up!

 

God’s love is God-soft!

        But it also can be excruciatingly hard,

Ascend to God’s loft!

        God hammers slave masters’ petard.

 

Intelligence is quick-increasing,

        In That Day!

Mind enslavement is ceasing,

        Hip Hurray!

 

Expunged of maddening, ruinous, hidden-mind enslavement,

        What, by God, comes next?

Glad you asked, it’s Christ-in-You-ness: bidden enablement,

        Read In That Day’s text!

 

The moral of this story mysterious,

        Is to publish abroad, study deeply, ponder: In That Day Teachings!

More to its poems than mere-iness,

        God wants now, In That Day, for  us to ascend Higher Reachings!

 

Tender is God’s Highest Way,

        Until it decidedly is not,

God’s love wants to sway,

        Until it’s forgot.

 

A man told a parable,

        The audience listened,

The story: bear-able,

        The man glistened.

 

The parable didn’t miss,

        You’ve read it above,

It can put us in bliss,

        It is God’s love.

 

 

 

 

Indiscriminate Thought is Ineffable, Not In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/25/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

(With thanks to Evan Sayet.)

 

 

Progressivism teaches us that it is shocking racist,

        To be anything other than hove-to: indiscriminate,

Dumbed-down Church can be more radical-fascist,

        Forcing acquiescence that’s not love, but hate!

 

Prosperity-Progressive Preachers say,

        Be indiscriminate with logic, believe in pastor-self-dealt Give-to-Get!

Rapture-Progressive Preachers say,

        Acquiesce to illogic Left-Behindism, and Christ-in-You: kill and vet!

 

Emergent-Gobbledygook Progressive Preachers say,

        Be indiscriminate with illogic, cute-word-fad-tripe: dead-lame infatuation,

Christian Sight-Sound-Word Gateway Keepers say,

        Acquiesce to confusion upon confusion: brain stimulation-annihilation.

 

Then ask yourself a few questions sublime,

        Can the solution to this Satanic-miasmic-spastic conflagration,

Be an ineffable endless, epic vanity grind?

        Or is it time for In That Day Teachings and restoration: prime?

 

If modern Churchianity believes a) in one God above us but also,

        b) Mutual dedication to deconstructing and killing logic of Western thought,

Then In That Day Teachings say a) is right: verily and verily so,

        But b) needs to be mutual dedication to Western logic’s full correction lot!

 

Western Civilization’s precepts, lines, memes and tropes,

        Involve continuous self-correction against sin-man’s pride-nemesis,

In That Day Teachings reconcile mankind’s best hopes,

        Liberty, love of God, self-restraint are our restoration ride Genesis.

 

Brother: Then in reality,

        In That Day Teachings are not so ineffable!

Rather: Lack of fealty,

        To truth, has blinded us to what’s possible!

 

So, could In That Day Teachings (Hurray!)

        Be the long-delayed restoration rod-measure of all things?

What does the better part in you now say?

        Let’s see what a smartly good God future treasure brings!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Clericalism Causes No Problems!  (That We See!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/21/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

The title of this, my godly and good sermon,

        Is “Clericalism Causes No Problems!”

Tho some Catholic priests were oddly vermin,

        Clericalism, in sum, has no goblins!

 

Clericalism, of course, is a false sense of honor,

        Bestowed on the untouchable ordained,

Clericalism allows no correction itself to bother,

        Nothing hidden, nothing gained!

 

There is plenty room with Clericalism for shenanigans!

        Priests, pastors, evangelists do what they deign to want,

And what they deign is for all who’ve been born again,

        And blinded by clericalism: to clerics, the utmost vaunt!

 

Hurray for sightless clerics far and wide!

        Self-absorbed in dread milk doctrine,

Blinding others with unchecked pride,

        Turning eight-hundred pages: to sin!

 

Clericalism prevents In That Day seeing,

        It causes gross, unrelenting puerility,      (Dummkopfs prove the Tragic View!)

Foremost it prevents Christ-in-You being,

        Most clerics afraid of Whom’s free!         (Afraid of Christ and Christ-in-You!)

 

What would shepherds do without Clericalism to enslave?

        What would wolves in sheep clothing eat if not sheep’s brains?

No wonder In That Day Teachings are not yet the rave,

        Freeing people from Clericalism, any good cleric: disdains!

 

Hurrah for milk pastors!

        Hurrah for baby formula church!

We see no disasters!

        Sheep aren’t caught in lurch!

 

Bad doctrines don’t cause implosions,

        Of dark moral turpitude!

Church leadership suffers no erosions,

        Clerics do as they should!

 

Never question a cleric!

        Do not even ever bother!

Do not be a bad heretic!

        Clerics can’t sin, brother!

 

No, clerics cannot,

        Sin, that is!

With I AM, or not,

        We’re what is!

 

Follow us,

        Or die,     (Insofar as we, the spiritually blind, see absolutely nothing!)

 All else is,

        A lie.        (We know the grind: how to be theoretically: something!)

 

 

 

 

 

It Suits the LORD, In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/18/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

It suits the LORD,

        That revelation goes unread,

It suits the LORD,

        That multitudes stay undead,

Rigid marionettes: utterly ugly,

        Bad programmed: utterly buggy.

 

It suits the LORD,

        To teach me, His prophet, a higher way,

It suits the LORD,

        None hear what, as prophet, I then say.

 

Why would it suit the LORD,

        That the blind can’t find In That Day’s restoration path?

Is it because the LORD,

        Has to, over and over and over and over, belly laugh?

 

Why would it suit the LORD,

        For shepherd-wolves to be stuck?

When will it suit the LORD,

        For In That Day: to have luck?

 

I, of all people, am supposed to see,

        The LORD’s hand moving!

I see: It is not!  And that,

        Is not how I’d be choosing!

 

It’s judgment, judgment, judgment: reeking,

        Son, what you see that you can’t see!

Multitude leaders praying but not seeking,

        Ignoring In That Day: proffered free.

 

In That Day and teachings,

        And wisdom galore!

But My Son’s bride chooses,

        Daily: to be whore!

 

We know it makes you want to go off,

        Be crazy, or give up,

Don’t.  In That Day is not far off,

        Its time will come up.

 

When, when, oh when, LORD,

        Do I get, if I may be so bold, Job’s secondary double blessing?

When the world gets bored,

        And vets how wrong they’ve been on Christ’s return guessing.

 

Well LORD, You’ve taught me,

        Christ-in-You returns daily, tho unseen, in saints,

You will teach the world, verily,

        To believe the indwelt, not the I-AM-not-in ain’ts.

 

It’s the darkest before dawn,

        The old are first fat before fit,

Interest comes after yawn,

        In That Day Teachings are it.

 

       

 

 

We Say No to Elitist Enslavers In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/09/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

With Thanks to Glenn Reynolds, Instapundit

 

When they came at us in the same old way,

        Elite Pharaohs said make mud bricks today,

It took us four-hundred years, yea,

        But we beat them in the same old way,

Finally, we stood up to non-angels fey,

        We said no to Elitist Pharaohs In That Day.

 

Then they came at us in the same old way,

        Elite Kings said make obeisance today,

It took us four-thousand years, yea,

        But we beat them in the same old way,

Finally, we stood up to non-angels fey,

        We said no to Elitist Kings In That Day.

 

Then they came at us in the same old way,

        Elite Progressives said make Big Government today,

It took us one-hundred years, yea,

        But we beat them in the same old way,

Finally, we stood up to non-angels fey,

        We said no to Elitist Progressives In That Day.

 

Then they came at us in the same old way,

        Rapture con artists, Prosperity greed shills gay,

Dopey rainbow stew prophets, emergent gobbledygook grey,

        But we beat them in the same old way,

Finally we stood up to non-angels fey,

        We said no to Elitist False Shepherds In That Day.

 

Pharaohs were tough, tough in their day,

        When they came at us in the same old way,

And so were Kings and Progressives, yea,

        But we beat them in the same old way,

But the hardest by far, by far I must say,

        Is to say no to Elitist False Shepherds In That Day.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh How We Love Our Swirling Pontificators!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/24/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

The Swirling Pontificators, holding on,

        Down the drain,

Won’t be corrected, soldiering on,

        In the main!

 

Our Swirling Pontificators,

        So jealous that any could be higher with God!

Busy! As self-replicators,

        Competing who can best ignore: prophets odd.

 

Then again, Swirling Pontificators,

        Sometimes, by accident, can be twice-per-day: broken-clock right,

As leading devolution indicators,

        With fear, greed, laziness: they’ve “we-say-so” death-cloak might!

 

Got to love those amazing, Swirling Pontificators,

        Time isn’t yet In That Day!         (Can’t weep, wail, howl, for being wrong!)

Lost as Neuro-Linguistic Programming applicators,

        God lets ‘em have full sway.       (Can’t obtain Christ-in-You, who’s strong!)

 

No, it’s too early for sub-taught Swirling Pontificators,

        To kindle a fire of awakening that’d make them Earth-shakers!

They remain dead-cold-caught, morgue refrigerators,

        Stopping heaven from coming.  They remain hell’s best fakers!

 

Yes, those Swirling Pontificators,

        Really do nothing better than creepily holding on!

As Christ-in-You-less moderators,

        Occupying minds: so Christ-in-You can’t come.

 

Oh, those Swirling Pontificators,

        They can’t see God-in-You, because they are not anything close to pure!

Unsafe: like smiling alligators,

        Stay in their flock, hear their words: and you’ll be a Borg-drone for sure!

 

Who can correct our Swirling Pontificators?

        How they love their swirling, stinking drain!      (Their bequeathed den!)

They’re brazen false-reality-matriculators,

        All prophetic rebuke: they haughtily disdain!     (It’s so beneath them!)

 

 

 

Churchianity’s Unchangeable Rules of Acquisition!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/14/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.

 

Ferengi Pastors, give me your big ears!

The plan’s in place for Millennia tears!

It’s the ultimate, uncorrectable, incontrovertible plan!

Designed to make insanely gullible: woman and man!

Play that wordy emergent/emotional/motivational/dominion tripe!

And like Welcome to Rekall, Christ-in-You gets a memory wipe!

 

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.

 

Talk motor-mouth, auctioneer, warp-speed nine, illogic-fast!

No!  Interrupt yourself parenthetically with inedible repast!

Dominate with look at me, eyes up, closed or spiritually unseeing!

Jam sheep’s minds with over-programming, lock their very being!

Don’t tell them of Neuro-Linguistic Programming!  Or In That Day? No!

Mesmerize, hypnotize them: them never knowing!  Sans perspective: go!

 

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.

 

Pray for revivals!  Pray for that Third Great Awakening!

Collect funds to fire up machines!  Get prisons shaking!

Only, never tell your rube-made sheep you’ve been on Satan’s side!

No, tell them to fast and pray!  They’ll stay blind from out to inside!

But deep within, Churchianity’s leaders know God sees all and waits,

And gives prophets to say, Wolf-shepherds invite the worst of faits!

 

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.

 

Try anything ridiculous, try anything at all,

When it fails, blame man and Satan’s fall,

Never take responsibility for being spiritually more dumb than a rock,

Dominate, control, out-think your sheep!  Encircle, cage in the stock!

Never test to see if prophetic rebuke is, by God, actually true!

Never test, small or large, if you will eternally: some day rue!

 

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.

 

Ah, what a fine game it is, Churchianity’s Unchangeable Rules of Acquisition!

Leaders of sheeple have put themselves in a locked-tight, overlord situation,

Nothing like this supreme preeminence has been seen like it in all creation,

Except, that is of course, when literal slavery ruled over each blind nation!

Is it millions or billions acquiesced now to mentality supine-rape and domination?

Fear nothing! oh ye sycophant-supported leaders of epic, unending desolation!

 

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No refunds, no leaving, no debate, ten percent of your income,

The Unchangeable Churchianity Rules of Acquisition are,

        No prophetic rebuke, just warm-luke, that’s the game: in sum.

 

 

 

 

Still No: In That Day Yet?  Then When, Lord, When?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/10/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

So another mega ministry implodes,             (Or dead-word one dies!)

Under staggering debt!                           (Under same old lies!)

Faith of mega deceived sheep erodes!            (None dare ask why?)

        But no In That Day yet?                         (Must all love lie?)

 

Year after year,

        And decade after long decade!

Tear after tear,

        Milk-loving leaders remade!

Seer after seer,

        Still no In That Day parade?

Wearier, wearier,

        No eyes to see lies’ cost paid!

 

When, oh Lord, when?

        Oh Lord, when?  When will milk-lovers love steak?

We’ve food for them!

        But eternal rejection, we can’t take!

 

Must everyone?  Everyone bite,

        Hands that would feed them well?

Steak!  God’s steak: all fight,

        We’re weary of death knell.

 

Year after year,

        And decade after long decade!

Tear after tear,

        Milk-loving leaders remade!

Seer after seer,

        Still no In That Day parade?

Wearier, wearier,

        No eyes to see lies’ cost paid!

 

Then when?  Oh Lord, when?

        Tell us, oh Lord: WHEN?

We want to know when!

        Will you tell us, WHEN?

 

 

What if Paul Walked into Your Church?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/28/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

What if Paul walked into your church,

How would he be treated?

What if Paul walked into your church,

        How would he be seated?

 

What if Paul walked into your church,

        Would he be allowed to speak?

What if Paul walked into your church,

        Would his nose your church tweak?

 

Does Christianity, today, always assume,

        All are, somehow, non-ascendant?

Does Christianity, today, always assume,

        There are no masters transcendent?

 

If there can be no Loving Masters,

        Then, oh church, what is the point?

Can we use mentalities faster,

        Or let stupid run the joint?

 

Surely, Christ, who happens to be alive, would like to manifest,

        In every (who happens to be alive) man, woman and child!

Christ-in-You puts doctrines to the test,

        But what we’ve got is all else, run wild.

 

What if Paul walked into your church,

        Fully in-Christ seated?

And lo, was then honored as such,

        Behold redound meted!

 

Behold, In That Day!

        When redounding Christ-in-You glory: fast-arrives!

Christ-in-You! all say,

        And honor! in each others’ Living Master’s lives!

 

 

 

 

 

What if There Was the Rational Prophet?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/21/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

Who said the Rapture is a lie and cannot be true!

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said Christ-in-You comes quickly: imbued!

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said science proves Six-Day Creationists are ignorant,

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said the language of Moses is ethereal: Spirit-sent.

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said there are no fixed rules, only God’s flexible guidelines,

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said tithing’s fixed rules are self-dealing pastors’ goldmines.

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said Neuro-Linguistic Programming shenanigans rule the roost,

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said mentalities of sheep eaten by wolves need a brain-boost.

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said mastermind pastors who hide self-dealings must now openly weep!

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said the Great Awakening is setting free mental prisons wolves keep!

 

Why, such a glorious, Christ-in-You, profound, rational prophet,

        Church leaders would ignore,                 (Nothing really changes, does it?)

Why, such a glorious, Christ-in-You, profound, rational prophet,

        Church leaders would gore.                    (Or, who disproves this posit?)

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said Job is about going from rigid righteous to flexible-holy,

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said the Christmas story is of eight filled with Spirit wholly.

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said Emergent Gobbledygook is about liberals believing their lie,

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said one God above us, and Western Philosophy so we don’t die!

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said self-correction is the thing God is looking for to then indwell,

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said bad doxie must be expunged, right: in, for God-bearing well.

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said religious pride kept leaders from honoring Christ-in-You in others,

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said pride kept leaders desolate of God and of sisters and brothers.

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who looked for other prophets or leaders with In That Day glorious together,

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who was alone, because God wanted to see who cared to feed sheep better.

              

Why, such a glorious, Christ-in-You, profound, rational prophet,

        Church leaders would ignore,                 (Nothing really changes, does it?)

Why, such a glorious, Christ-in-You, profound, rational prophet,

        Church leaders would gore.                    (Or, who disproves this posit?)

 

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said the excruciating process of overcoming can be taught but most run,

What if there was the rational prophet,

        Who said In That Day is a time of darkness exposed but also of light begun.

              

 

 

 

I’m Shocked, I’m Shocked!  Christ-in-You is Here!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/17/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

(With apologies to the 1941 movie Casablanca.)

 

I’m shocked, I’m shocked!

There is, if I am not wrong, Christ-in-You going on in this establishment!

Your winnings, sir,

        Winnings?  What for?  For seeing where Christ has gone and went?

 

Your winnings, sir, are Christ-in-You inside,

        Inside your own soul for others to, in blind puerility, deride,

But I saw Christ-in-You when I lost my pride!

        Precisely, sir, pride lets Christ, in plain sight, now: hide.

 

I’m shocked, I’m shocked!

        Christ-in-You cannot be all that simple!

Sir: The world is blocked,

        Pride makes leprosy, boil and pimple.

 

So multitudes wait for Christ’s literal return,

        When: Behold!  He comes quickly for the humble to see?

Sir: Teaching credentials you’ll soon earn,

        If you can overlook bad rhymes, to set the world free.

 

You mean those simple, rotten rhymes,

        Chase the proud of intellect away?

Sir: God’s begotten uses strange times,

        To divide truth and lie In That Day.

 

So then, if In That Day Teachings are all that blessed special,

        Why do they languish in relative obscurity?

Sir: How In That Day Teachings work, none can guess all,

        Time proves lies fail.  Truth lives in surety.

 

You mean God waits for the blind world,

        To notice what fails and what is ever true?

Sir: Truth behaves strange when hurled,

        You are seeing what In That Day does do.

 

See?  I see nothing,

        But people everywhere willfully ignoring hard, mature truth!

Sir: It’s something!

        Behold what God lets happen when truth: people forsooth.

 

Enough!  Enough with riddles, enigmas and strange signs!

        What benefit is there for me, if I stay between In That Day’s lines?

Precious little benefits you now when you: God refines,

        God will use you as camouflaged gold from His hidden mines.

 

Cloaking?  Joking?  Sight, deafness and the blind?

        In That Day Teachings are an incontrovertible light saber: terrible!

Are they worthless, or the best of all treasure find?

        Sir: Divorce is bad.  God wants in eternity: just the marry-able.

 

I’m shocked, I’m shocked!

        I’m the woman at the well, and Christ is right here?

Sir: You’re now unblocked,

        Expect no less than the Kingdom of Heaven: near.

 

So, In That Day Teachings,

        Then, are a sword like no other?

Sir: In That Day Teachings,

        Bring Christ-in-You, brother.

 

 

 

 

 

If We Could Take a Self-Perspective, Humility Pill

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/06/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

We always can point out what is wrong,

With the other side,

But if that’s the sole ring to our gong,

        Pride rides to deride.

 

Pride rides to deride us,

        If we only ring the bell of cheaply deriding others,

Best leaders say, Please catch us!

        Catch us in mistakes we make as leaders, brothers.

 

Good leaders maximize their powers of self-correction,

        By maximizing the dispersed power of followers to correct them,

Thus leaders need the lowest of sheep to have connection,

        But this isn’t what leaders do to obtain followers to elect them.

 

Thus: no leader is anything even close to an angel,

        Isn’t it apparent?

But demigods make close-to-being-God their angle,

        Brazen transparent!

 

I would God that we could be given,

        A self-perspective humility pill!

Rather than God ordain sight risen,

        By His, and not man’s, will.

 

Who does and does not have spiritual eyes to see and ears to hear,

        With perspective, wisdom, humility and grace?

Seems to be who does or doesn’t seek boldly, no fear,

        Then, what good teachings, if they can’t help human race?

 

High teachings can’t be sold to those,

        Who cannot, at that time, anyhow understand them!

To them they are just thorns, not rose,

        Yet: those who can see, need not stand by them!

 

A heck of a dilemma,

        This is,

Un-teachable God-rhema,

        This biz.

 

You need high self-perspective,

        To understand even a little of the teachings of In That Day,

None see that aren’t corrective,

        Then again, those that see, don’t need the teachings anyway.

 

So why make these teachings?

        Or dare read them?

A sin: these high reachings?

        Who needs them?

 

A leader does not always know,

        Whom doth follow,

A pioneer makes roads to show,

        God’s tomorrow.

 

Darkness is upon the modern land,

        And gross darkness in people supposed to be bright!

These teachings surely are grand,

        Not all love darkness, not all shun That Day’s light!

 

A perspective-humility pill,

        Would be nice,

Until then teachings will,

        Remove vice.

 

And pride is man’s,

        Number one problem,

While it still stands,

        I AM thought: goblin.

 

Don’t let the eternal upside-down-ness and excruciation of things,

        Make you crazy of mind,

God lets whom wants to hear, or hear not, freedom bell’s rings,

        Be glad to Me find.

 

God is your omnipotent, all loving,

        Self-perspective, humility pill,

Cease: pushing, pulling and shoving,

        Each day just do: God’s will.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We’ve Had Faith for Lies… Now How About Truth!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/03/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Evangelicals have had great faith,

But for too many wrong things,              (With lies come puerile mentalities!)

Orthodoxy is right, God now saith,

        But weak faith: nothing brings.               (But ditto: above infantile realities!)

 

Weak faith brings no Christ-in-You in honest-to-God fruition,

        (Weak faith in true orthodoxy, UGH!)     (With of course, no Living Masters!)

Strong faith in lies doesn’t work, e’en with man’s high tuition!

        (Strong faith in high moxie, UGH!)         (With of course, no Living Masters!)  

 

So the modern religious Christian world,

        Is upside-entire-down, as In That Day Teachings boldly say,

Who wants Christ-in-You unfurled?

        We’ve had on-fire faith for lies: Try Truth! It is God’s way!

 

But wait a minute! Wait a minute! You must know this,

        Christ-in-You usually comes by you honoring it in another!

And pride will hold out for millennia before this kiss,

        A grape matures in the presence of a mature grape, brother!

 

So there is more than a little deep-honed, step-by-step learning involved,

        And pride rebels against true and long teachings herein,

God sees rebellion against this epic Rosetta stone puzzle solved,

        Love and wisdom comes when inside: soul fear isn’t in.

 

So In That Day Teachings, if they are indeed God’s solution,

        Are rebelled against because of great length of Isaiah-like precepts and lines,

Chapter 28 of Isaiah, maturely understood, gives the notion,

        Unconventionally, but uncontrovertibly, these teachings are for our times.

 

Oh, good God! Even I, even I the miserable author and prophetic poet,

        Of these Thor’s hammer poems of destruction and grace,

Would that someone else more accessible, that others could all know it,

        But search the world, the internet, every single place!

 

Search around, oh Searcher, and tell me if you find,  (Oh woe and rue to me!)

        Anything like In That Day Teachings, a sword like no other,

For this strange work came through just one mind,    (So hear me, or sue me!)

        Man has proven he can, but time cannot, this work smother.

 

       

 

Regarding Our Angelic Preachers and Politicians

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/01/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Where do you find angels to organize our society?

Now another mega pastor is under another investigation!

With sixteen-year-old girl: guilty of impropriety?

        He was another pointing out what’s wrong with nation!

 

Always it’s the other man,

        Other person, tribe, camp or indoctrination!

Never: I am that man!

        No, everybody’s a Santa Claus in creation.

 

No, every leader nowadays,

        Cleric or political is the greatest sensation!

Sheep expected to be dazed,

        Blind leading blind to ditches of tarnation.

 

I’ll go ahead and confess and say it,

        I would, without doubt, be a lousy emperor, king or president!

So would you, let both of us bray it,

        So we must watch all leaders, they’re also: not heaven-sent!

 

But time and time and time and again,

        Pastors, politicos proudly pontificate whatever their message,

Then time finds leaders caught in sin,

        Stooge-rubes replace ‘em with proud copies, so goes this age.

 

Then, In That Day Teachings quietly,

        Knock on the doors of people’s confused souls,

Truth talks soft, but behaves mightily,

        The Tragic View applies to all leaders’ roles.

 

Fantastic, this idea of old James Madison,

        That each and every leader, yes each without one exclusion,

Can quickly become Satan’s baddest son,

        Unless leader humbly begs correction. This few have done.

 

I’ll go ahead and confess and say it,

        I would, without doubt, be a lousy emperor, king or president!

So would you, let both of us bray it,

        So we must watch all leaders, they’re also: not heaven-sent!

 

Neither preacher nor politician nor citizen,

        Likes this In That Day message of profound humility,

It’s why mystic tyranny now has risen,

        Most blind themselves with pride.  Who wants to see?

 

And so who, who above all,

        Wants Christ-in-You?     (Mind-Masters say it’s narcissistic!)

Answer pride or God’s call,

        What will you do?           (It’s Mind-Masterless simplistic!)

 

Yes, who could believe,

        Something more fantastic than even brightest of bright Madison?

While rubes yet grieve,

        O’er more proud leaders spastic, the humble, in them: God’s Son.

 

 

 

 

The Odds of Lobotomy-Mind Crooks Heading (to Hell)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/30/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

With Apologies to Rudyard Kipling

 

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,

I make proper prostrations to the Gods of the mental place,

Always there are mentalities ever so quick and sublime,

That herd, and pen and shear lesser brains they find.

 

These Mind-Masters shout, Beware the Mind-Masters over the hill!

While using every stinking meme and trope and linguistic trick until,

These right lip of the Intelligence Bell Curve control every stooge soul,

In the fat middle, being too busy to see their Master-Mind’s rogue role.

 

Which is to use every trick that the bad Master-Minds use!

Hence the Mind-Master makes rubes, and that is his ruse!

He always says, The other bad Master-Minds try to confuse!

Listen to me, they say, using same schemes to brain-bruise!

 

Prophets, saints, geniuses as Founders, so smart on Curve’s flat right,

Are disbelieved by the controlled souls out-mentalitied without fight,

Out-thought souls are stuck and enslaved in the Bell Curve’s middle,

Always a Mind-Master who with sheep’s fogged brains plays fiddle.

 

Alas, and alack, you can tell a Mind-Master, Don’t speak with piano background!

This is a Neuro-Linguistic Programming trick so hypnotizing, it’s most unsound!

Mind-Master says, is your head small?  I’ll misdirect and put an old helmet on it!

Prophets, saints, geniuses and Founders say, Stop the shenanigans, dog gone it!

 

Nothing is so proud or uncorrectable as a Mind-Master enveloped with fame,

It would take a Job-like experience to get him to stop playing his head game,

Tomorrow: as surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,

True enlightenment stops, when Mind-Masters: corrections do spurn.

 

Today, as surely as Water will wet us, as surely as ancient Fire will burn,

The hardest thing for prophets on Earth is to get Mind-Masters to turn,

To turn a Mind-Master from cheap trickery that makes puppets and cons masses,

Is hard. History loves thoughtful love, but is less kind to trickster lads and lasses.

 

Will the masses awake to see how Mind-Masters, their brains have been abusing?

It’s dangerous to wake up mentalities enslaved by Masters: morality-eschewing,

Mind-Masters won’t stop, they believe they get our thoughtless lives improving!

Madison said, No, leaders aren’t angels, man’s uplift is Mind-Masters losing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In That Day, What is the Greatest Mystery?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/21/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

In That Day: it is a great mystery,

        Oh yes sir, indeed!

In That Day: It is a great mystery,

        Learn!  Take heed!

 

In That Day: It is a great mystery,

        To which there seems to be no answer!

No Christ-in-You’s?  Oh, dreary!

        God leads, we can’t follow as dancer?

 

In That Day: It is a great mystery,

        Why are there no Living Masters?

So then, is Paul preached clearly?

        Are we sightless, proud disasters?

 

No Living Masters?  So what’s religion’s point?        (In That Day!)

        Absolutely no Christ-in-You’s?                            (In That Day!)

No God-Bearers?  Not one Christ-Body joint?           (In That Day!)

        From which to choose?                                       (In That Day!)

No Living Seers?                                                         (In That Day!)

        Who’ve figured out what’s wrong?                      (In That Day!)

No I AM in Him Be-ers?                                             (In That Day!)

        No prophet-warriors: God-Strong?                     (In That Day!)

No faith at all for a God that’s alive in people alive?

        Yea, though prophets live, faithless shepherds insist on jive!

 

In That Day: It is a great mystery,

        But not that God-Indwelt Ones might or might not exist!

In That Day: No, the greatest mystery,

        Is that shepherd and sheep, at God in others, shake fist!

 

In That Day: How I would have gathered you,

        Under wing, like a loving mother hen!

In That Day: But ye would not!  Rather do,

        Pride you keep that God isn’t in men!

 

Rather than to say of your fellow, God-justified man,

        I see God lives in you and it now shames me!

You follow blind leaders with foundations of sand,

        All blinkered to cheaply believe wrong doxie!

 

In That Day: The greatest mystery?                (Man’s Anathema Anthem!)

        God comes in man, but not as you choose!

In That Day: In a rogue’s gallery!                   (Man’s Anathema Ransom!)

        Dare ye be vain?  Listen!  Do not lose!

 

In That Day: Accept, allow and receive,

        Christ’s mind increases your intelligence greatly, though most fight it!

In That Day: Don’t God’s will grieve,

        Christ’s mind is earned via Christ-in-You’s honored.  Post-blight, try it!

 

No Living Masters?  So what’s religion’s point?        (In That Day!)

        Absolutely no Christ-in-You’s?                            (In That Day!)

No God-Bearers?  Not one Christ-Body joint?           (In That Day!)

        From which to choose?                                       (In That Day!)

No Living Seers?                                                         (In That Day!)

        Who’ve figured out what’s wrong?                      (In That Day!)

No I AM in Him Be-ers?                                             (In That Day!)

        No prophet-warriors: God-Strong?                     (In That Day!)

No faith at all for a God that’s alive in people alive?

        Yea, though prophets live, faithless shepherds insist on jive!

 

In That Day: It is a great mystery,

        To which there seems to be, from our shepherds anyway, no answer!

No Christ-in-You’s?  Oh, dreary!

        God leads, Behold quickly now, He comes quick: follow as dancer!

 

 

 

       

 

 

The Unending Problems with Therapeutic View-Holders

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/20/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

The problem with the Therapeutic View is everyone’s a therapist,

        And precisely none the anorexic, geriatric-wrath patient,

Whereas no one escapes the Tragic View, none can be escapist,

        Great the energetic uplift, this Jeremiah path ancient.

 

In That Day Teachings’ much loathed,

        Unpopular truth that no correcting leader is a to-be-worshipped saint,

Shows how leaders are ill-clothed,

        Always pointing out other’s sins, implying sin: they somehow can’t!

 

Such disputes are always, in the end, settled,

        By odd time,                   (Cincinnatus of Rome showed us twice: right!)          

Therapeutic Views refuse to be un-pedestal’d,

        By God rhyme.                (G. Washington dethroned pride’s blight!)

 

Though the answers are plain enough to see,

        The rarity of clarity of thought shows who is and who is not free,

While the world goes rough-lifeless-zombie,

        First contact with sentient mind-life, Christ-in-You, too few be!

 

Our Founding Fathers made clever schemes,

        To eternally check our, humankind’s, preternatural blight-depravity,

By dissing their lives, precepts and memes,

        We’ve proved nothing, but how wrong we are, and right they be.

 

And just where is Christian religion,

        In all this evil-rot mess?

In fear, greed and laziness: legion,

        Who would’a guessed?

 

Good God!  In That Day Teachings are hard!

        Woe on its author and this author’s humble readers!

Like a tough Western, truth’s hard, pard’,

        Without High Truth, we are just zombie breeders.

 

So when will In That Day Teachings be received?

        And when will multitudes of consciences become Andromeda Ascendant?

When pride and hubris Leviathans are relieved,

        And so many Job leaders become humble, and get Christ-in-You’s pendant.

 

 

 

Calvin Coolidge’s 150th Anniversary Speech

By Calvin Coolidge

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

7/4/1926 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

(Note from RWB:  Funny how this speech lines up with In That Day Teachings…)

 

We meet to celebrate the birthday of America. It is to pay our tribute of reverence and respect to those who participated in such a mighty event that we annually observe the fourth day of July. At the end of 150 years the four corners of the earth unite in coming to Philadelphia as to a holy shrine in acknowledgement of a service so great, which a few inspired men here rendered to humanity, that it is still the preeminent support of free government throughout the world.

 

It is not so much then for the purpose of undertaking to proclaim new theories and principles that this annual celebration is maintained, but rather to reaffirm and reestablish those old theories and principles which time and the unerring logic of events have demonstrated to be sound.

 

We are obliged to conclude that the Declaration of Independence represented the movement of a people. It was in no sense a rising of the oppressed and downtrodden. It brought no scum to the surface, for the reason that colonial society had developed no scum. The great body of the people were accustomed to privations, but they were free from depravity. If they had poverty, it was not of the hopeless kind that afflicts great cities, but the inspiring kind that marks the spirit of the pioneer. The American Revolution represented the informed and mature convictions of a great mass of independent, liberty-loving, God-fearing people who knew their rights, and possessed the courage to dare to maintain them.

 

The Declaration of Independence was the result of the seasoned and deliberate thought of the dominant portion of the people of the Colonies. It was in no sense a radical movement but took on the dignity of a resistance to illegal usurpations. It was conservative and represented the action of the colonists to maintain their constitutional rights which from time immemorial had been guaranteed to them under the law of the land.

 

It was not because it was proposed to establish a new nation, but because it was proposed to establish a nation on new principles, that July 4, 1776, has come to be regarded as one of the greatest days in history. Great ideas do not burst upon the world unannounced. They are reached by a gradual development over a length of time usually proportionate to their importance.

 

No one can examine this record and escape the conclusion that in the great outline of its principles the Declaration was the result of the religious teachings of the preceding period. They are found in the texts, the sermons, and the writings of the early colonial clergy who were earnestly undertaking to instruct their congregations in the great mystery of how to live. They preached equality because they believed in the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man. They justified freedom by the text that we are all created in the divine image, all partakers of the divine spirit.

 

This was the purpose which the fathers cherished. In order that they might have freedom to express these thoughts and opportunity to put them into action, whole congregations with their pastors had migrated to the colonies. These great truths were in the air that our people breathed. Whatever else we may say of it, the Declaration of Independence was profoundly American.

 

In its main features the Declaration of Independence is a great spiritual document. It is a declaration not of material but of spiritual conceptions. Equality, liberty, popular sovereignty, the rights of man these are not elements which we can see and touch. They are ideals. They have their source and their roots in the religious convictions. They belong to the unseen world. Unless the faith of the American people in these religious convictions is to endure, the principles of our Declaration will perish.

 

Governments do not make ideals, but ideals make governments.  The people have to bear their own responsibilities. There is no method by which that burden can be shifted to the government. It is not the enactment, but the observance of laws, that creates the character of a nation.

 

Ours is a government of the people. It represents their will. Its officers may sometimes go astray, but that is not a reason for criticizing the principles of our institutions. The real heart of the American Government depends upon the heart of the people. It is from that source that we must look for all genuine reform. It is to that cause that we must ascribe all our results.

 

There is far more danger of harm than there is hope of good in any radical changes.

 

No other theory is adequate to explain or comprehend the Declaration of Independence. It is the product of the spiritual insight of the people. We live in an age of science and of abounding accumulation of material things. These did not create our Declaration. Our Declaration created them. The things of the spirit come first.

 

 

 

Waiting for a Mammoth, Volcanic: Liberal Awakening

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/2/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Liberal paradise – Bankrupt,

        Mammoth egos can’t be stopped,

Volcanic pride must erupt,

        Unending spending has flopped.

 

Mammoth Lakes,

        First in line for Obama’s ARRA stimulus bikeway!

On the takes,   (What’s three million if others: willin’?)

        Forty-nine other states pay for summer hike way!

 

But what now is this?

        Town of Mammoth Lakes can’t pay?

Bankruptcy bliss?

        How can liberal spenders say nay?

 

Poor liberal town of High Sierra Mammoth Lakes,

        Not big enough to hide (or really grub) like corrupt L.A.!

It must pay (oh, the rub!) dear for its mistakes,

        But will liberals ever learn?  Will they? Who can say?

 

Maybe they’ll learn this time,

        I really do not know!

But God can mystery-rhyme,

        With active volcano.

 

 

 

 

Mutual Assured Brain-Slaughter… (a Modern Parable)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/30/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

I saw a large circus tent and went in. It was filled with elementary school children. Inside, the Ringmaster announced, “In the Center Ring we are selling Popcorn-Brain-Slaughter, come and get it!” The popcorn boxes were marked, “Fear Big Government!” The children bought it.

 

The Ringmaster then announced, “In the South Ring we sell Brain-Slaughter-Peanuts, come and get it!” The peanut boxes were marked, “Fear End Times!” The children bought more.

 

The Ringmaster next announced, “In the North Ring we sell Cotton-Candy-Brain Slaughter, get it now!” The Cotton-Candy cones were marked, “Listen to the Ringmaster!” The children bought again.

 

By now, the children were sick and complained they could no longer see!

 

I saw a Wise Man dressed like a Samurai and asked what was going on. He said the Ringmaster thought he helped students, but really just made money off them. The low-level advice sold as popcorn, peanuts and cotton candy was making the children blind and dumb.

 

He said most of the children would grow up blind and dumb, and then be parents and grandparents. This made the Ringmaster happy as he would always have money, while believing he was helping little brains.

 

About that time, the Ringmaster saw the two of us. He told his lion handlers to send lions to eat us. We escaped.

 

I asked the Samurai, Doesn’t the Ringmaster want to hear from us that low-level brain food blinds people?

 

He just laughed.

 

The Samurai took me to a second circus tent.  In it Ringmaster Two was selling children rotten brain food with containers saying "Love Big Brother!" "Fear Ringmaster One!" and "Listen to Ringmaster Two!"

 

The children were also made sick and blind.  I asked what was going on.  The Samurai said the two circus tents were just two camps exchanging hate.

 

The Samurai took me to a third circus.  In it Ringmaster Three sold steak-on-a-stick, Alaskan salmon-on-a-stick and strawberries-on-a-stick.  The sticks had messages like "Watch your leader's other hand!" and "Look behind the curtain!" and "Trust, but verify" and "Watch out for self-dealing leaders!" and "Leaders are NOT angels!" and "If you become a leader, ask for correction!"

 

The children were smart, strong and had sight like eagles.  The Samurai said this was where he had learned about life.

 

I asked, "Is there anyway to stop the cruel mental abuse going on in the first two circus tents?  The Samurai said that the two camps exchanging hate had done so for 5,000 years.  He said every hundred years or so, the third tent becomes popular, but only for a short while.

 

He said a remnant from the third circus usually prevented wars, but wasn't always successful.

 

I asked, couldn't you explain to people to avoid mind-raping, self-dealing carney hucksters, selling rotten, low-mentality food hurting sight and thinking abilities?

 

Again, the Samurai just laughed.

 

The Samurai said, You will be virtually ignored and be considered to have no truth unless you have a show of lies and publish books of lies and agree to appear on other shows that sell other lies. On your show of lies you must give appearances to other lying show-masters that they sell their books of lies as well. This is how the quid-pro-quo system of lie selling works, book to book, show to show, everyone scratching the other liar’s back.

 

I asked the Samurai, well then what about truth?

 

He just laughed.

 

I asked, but don’t these shows and show-authors have any truth?

 

He answered, Yes.  But the small truths they proclaim are ruined by the fact they imply they are show-angels and author-angels promising by implication that their supposed viewer-angels and reader-angels will somehow ascend.  By example of the show-masters and show-authors, their viewers and readers will not ascend in thinking, being or action.  They are the blinded-by-pride leading the blinded-by-pride.  They have no lessons learned.  They have no humility.  No answers.

 

I asked, do they not think on good subjects for our times?

 

He answered, The show-masters and show-authors steal from true authors who pioneer the field of analyzing why pretend-angels have ruined the planet.  Because they do not honor the true pioneers, whose thinking usually exceeds the show-masters’ abilities, and because they do not honor the true prophets, whose seeing usually exceeds the show-masters’ abilities, they are mostly full of pride.  And pride is what they are and pride is what they teach.

 

I asked, couldn’t they teach humility?  Wouldn’t that be the answer for non-angel leaders who proclaim their audience can be angels by following their shows, books and thinking?

 

The Samurai said, I could show you another big tent, and its name is Religion.  It has Christian mega church leaders, televangelists and pastors who teach that whereas man is fallen and sinful, they – as leaders – are unquestionably right, and all the time right.  They sell indulgences marked with the words “Christians are always right” “Your leader need never answer a question” “Touch Not God’s Anointed” “Never look for self-dealing shenanigans in your leaders who are always angels” and “Avoid All Self-Correction.”

 

I said, So modern Christianity teaches pride on top of pride on top of pride?  Because leaders have forgotten they are fallen?  They forgot that Madison said leaders are not angels?

 

The Samurai said, This is why the entire planet is going socialistic and embracing hidden enslavement.  The pride of religion has co-joined with the pride of secular humanism, each thinking they cannot ever be wrong!  The cheap thinking has enabled mystic tyrants to wink at each others’ self-dealing, cleric to politician, politician to cleric.  Wink!  Wink!  They claim they are enemies to each other, but they are really just scratching each other’s lying backs!

 

Then, I laughed.

 

 

Why Mentalities Embarrass Themselves, In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/29/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Mentalities publically embarrassed,

        Note at this time, In That Day,

Double-minded deeds can’t be erased,

        Statures blown up and away.

 

And most everyone, of course,

        Pretends not to dare notice!

Mental ships bad off-course,

        From POTUS to SCOTUS.

 

Let your yeas be yeas,

        Who was it that said that?

And your nays be nays,

        Double minds fall flat!

 

Forbearance, we who can still think, forbearance our practice,

        With precious mentalities intact!

From deep wells we drain drink, though world give us malice,

        We wait… for right time to act!

 

We, who think straight,

        Who have the “Tragic View,” which gives us excellence,

Are met with hate,

        By the conflicted-of-thought, who’ve lost common sense.

 

So then is all of this,

        Somehow: the simple, sweeping, great hand of God?

Those with pretense,

        With hubris-wrong thoughts: self-make brains odd?

 

They do it to themselves?

        Each brain made foggier, dumber by core wrong beliefs!

Putting brains on shelves?

        While opposite happens to those God: strong relieves!

 

Forbearance, we who can still think, forbearance our practice,

        With precious mentalities intact!

From deep wells we drain drink, though world give us malice,

        We wait… for right time to act!

 

“You see, not only is there the Divine,

        There is a twisted sense of humor!”

In That Day Teachings are good find!

        More to Christ’s mind than rumor.

 

Gene Roddenberry’s ugly, hideous Magog creature, Rev Bem,

        In the Andromeda (Ascendant) TV series,

Said the above first two lines in jocose, parabolic wisdom,

        Is it God’s answer to our ancient queries?

 

So, can In That Day Teachings, amazingly then,

        Actually take the double-minded out of inane, puerile parked orbit?

And remove deep-thought, mind-disabling sin?

        Factually, the world ignores it!  Who would then, daren’t absorb it?

 

Forbearance, we who can still think, forbearance our practice,

        With precious mentalities intact!

From deep wells we drain drink, though world give us malice,

        We wait… for right time to act!


Regarding Our Plastic Laws and Constitution

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/28/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Our Constitution is plastic,

        So, in fact, is our law!

Our nation’s become spastic,

        Of this I am in awe!

 

We aren’t forced to buy something,

        Unless it is, by say-so, a tax!

Illogic: our endless day-spring,

        Minds tortured to the max!

 

The American Mind of our great Founders,

        Thought freedom dictates sound thought, small government,

But we’ve become unstoppable rounders,

        We’ve progressed so far none asks where progress went?

 

Abraham Lincoln presciently told us,

        From his Eighteen Thirty-Eight sagacious Lyceum speech,

Towering genius has mind-raped us,

        Burning for distinction, progressives enslave freemen each!

 

Abe’s tragic view proves true,

        We will await an era of dis-enslavement!

‘Til then we slaves much rue,

        Plasticizing our fixed Founders’ intent!

 

How can we collectively be so much dumber,

        Than our great, wise, prophetic Founding Fathers who came before us?

We’ve lost a second battle at Fort Sumter,

        How long our insufferable darkness, before freedom’s aurora borealis?

 

Yea, how long, indeed, will it take?

        For progressives to see they do nothing but enslave?

They eat but yet have their cake,

        As Aristocrats of the South, pride keeps them knave.

 

Must progressive destroy the whole American country?

        As plagues did Egypt and Sherman did the South?

Before Progressives admit they are a ruinous gentry,

        Aristocrats who enslave with lie-narrative mouth.

 

 

 

 

Televangelists Brook Absolutely No Opposition! 

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/28/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

They brook absolutely no opposition,

        Televangelists who terra-form the earth to create blind rubes!

They say, God will bless you, son!

        If you send cash so that their form is on Earth’s TV tubes!

 

They beat all opponents until disabled,

        Creating their perfectly desired result,

They make human cattle incapable,

        Of questioning their greed-mired cult.

 

They say they are saintly, unapproachable Evangelical,

        In the biblical work of Jesus Christ they do,

Which always ends up: finance-absconding heretical,

        They say they’re great! But is it really true?

 

They brook absolutely no opposition,

        Insisting God blesses who sends bursts of cash to them,

Gulfstreams they resolute-acquisition,

        While saying, To question them is world’s worst sin!

 

Their vampire-tarnation religion is,

        Poor mentalities must make televangelists obscenely-wicked rich!

Zombie sheep creation is their biz,

        Zombies learn, but televangelists never, when the blind hit ditch!

 

Televangelists brook absolutely no opposition,

        Although they always, self-reeling, implode,

Televangelists apparently can’t be abolitioned,

        Un-flushable is their self-dealing mode.

 

Tyrannical politicians love all televangelists,

        And you can guess the reason why,

Televangelists make rubes, removing risks,

        For tyrants to rule by fiat lie!

 

Why is the world such a mess?

        With broken progressive-socialism and sovereign debt to the sky?

Well, it’s anybody’s guess,

        Maybe it’s our regressive televangelists making lie-lovers, say I.

 

 

Swapping Ends, In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/26/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Who’s impertinent?

        Who’s obnoxiously libertine?

A real Hottentot!

        Like none ever seen!

 

In That Day Teachings’ author,

        What a malcontent!

A rogue.  A gambler.  A mauler,

        A misanthrope, bent!

 

A thorn in the foot,

        An ache in the head,        (Necessary to make the makings!)

Wet socks in boot,

        Nothing but dread.          (Next step, greater breakings!)

 

Aye, In That Day Teachings are that,

        And a thousand times more!

Now its author must change hat,

        And stop job as a boor.

 

What’s been written,

        Has been wrote!              (Sufficient for God’s tasks!)

Few yet smitten,

        Few take note!                 (Try it, is all God asks!)

 

Aye, In That Day Teachings deserve more,

        They need a managing spokesman, an adroit “agricorp” seeder,

Miracles, more miracles are in store,

        When God makes His outcast team, from tail to head: leader!

 

The rub is this: Feckless ne’er-do-well, monastic-guru temperament,

        Bookish intellectual, man-of-war wild: is what our God ordered,

To create In That Day Teachings, its prophetic truths revelation-sent,

        A new language, a new spirit inside us: Christ-in-You bordered!

 

What’s new, yet old,

        So far out, yet far in?

In That Day: bold!

        Christ now within!

 

 

 

 

Man Conversing with Robots on Mars, or God: Man

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/24/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Suppose I sent a robot, a robot linguist,

        To Mars, from Earth to Mars!

As Maker, I wanted a conversation tryst,

        How would go: talk of ours?

 

Four to twenty-one minutes,

        Each space radio-wave’s lag time!

Between our two planets,

        Each side: being double sublime!

 

Suppose each robot I sent broke some way, somehow,

        To Mars, from Earth to Mars!

Even so, as Maker: robot ascendency was my vow,

        How would go: plan of ours?

 

Robots: made fully autonomous,

        In pride or hard-to-keep humility,

So true to selves: more or less,

        Where would be their verity?

 

In self-correction, in self-correction,

        Would be the salvation of each Martian robot!

Madison said, No man: angelic, son!

        That is the thing the West has almost forgot!

 

So then as God, wherever He is: distant or close within,

        Is to man: with Internal Radio oft bent!

So also is robot creator to his Mars-sent robots: when,

        Neither fixable if humility’s absent!

 

Self-correction is the hidden key to truth’s great kingdom,

        Whether to busted up robots on Mars or Man on Earth: sin bespoken!

So, robots on Mars and Men on Earth may yet sing some!

        If they hear phone from home: “Be humble and fix what’s broken!”

 

 

 

 

What Makes More Jonahs Than In That Day? 

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/24/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

What makes more Jonahs,

        Than In That Day?

Burnt out coronas,

        Each turned away.

 

Truth’s too hot!

        Lies too convenient,

Much forgot!

        Souls gone and went.

 

What makes more Jonahs,

        Than In That Day?

Lies too much own ya’s,

        We wait and pray.

 

Glory, glory  hallelujah!

        When Jonahs return,

Hell avoided!  Ooh-rah!

        No time left to burn.

 

Multitudes!  Now multitudes: are waiting,

        For truth!  Excruciating High Truth: anticipating!

In That Day: Rudest of rudes e’er baiting,

        To remove lie-demons for Christ-in-You mating!

 

What makes more Jonahs,

        Than In That Day?

Burnt out coronas,

        Each turned away.

 

Truth’s too hot!

        Lies too convenient,

Much forgot!

        Souls gone and went.

 

What makes more Jonahs,

        Than In That Day?

Lies too much own ya’s,

        We wait and pray.

 

       

 

In That Day, Can Evangelicals Ever Achieve Ascendency? 

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/22/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Who’s more totally-unaware narcissistic,

        Than a Christian Evangelical?

There’s not enough sin-covering lipstick,

        For lips taught lies from hell.

 

As Progressive Weltanschauung Thought,

        Has ruined the American political mind for one hundred years,

From Devil’s Brow: clerics’ve bought,

        So as to rape American religious minds, now drowned in tears.

 

Behold!  Now comes In That Day Teachings profound,

        Books of prophetic poems and doctrines of undeniable ascendency!

Who, out of proud narcissism, can come full ‘round?

        Who can self-correct, expunge pride, lock in Christ and be so free?

 

In That Day, In That Day: biblically speaking,

        Can ascendency and Christ-in-You really, really be true?

In That Day, In That Day, heads ill: reeling,

        Shall rejection of this magnum opus: be all man can do?

 

Is the last page of the bible telling us,

        Christ-in-You comes quickly, behold in man for those with true eyes to see?

Or must another persona be selling us,

        Another three-point life-changing book, later for rummage sale: it so paltry?

 

Or shall we search for unlimited bounty,

        Found in books for free at In That Day Teachings website?

Search for truth like Canadian mountie,

         Using website browser, Command or Control “F” alright.

 

In That Day Teachings books are not bound,

        For six-months-later yard or garage sale,

In That Day Teachings’ wisdom is found,

        Now and in the future: always hale.

 

In That Day, In That Day: biblically speaking,

        Can ascendency and Christ-in-You really, really be true?

In That Day, In That Day, heads ill: reeling,

        Shall rejection of this magnum opus: be all man can do?

 

 

I Did Not Come Here to Fool ‘Ya

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/20/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

High wisdom, high truth, high ways,

        High indwelling,

Aren’t imagined!  Aren’t fake plays,

        Of con selling.

 

Comes a point In That Day,

        In every seeker’s excruciating-hard quest,

Full disjoint break away!

        Giving up, it’s thought, might be best.

 

I didn’t come here to fool ‘ya,

        I did not come here to wickedly deceive,

There is an high hallelujah,

        It’s In That Day Teachings’ reprieve.

 

High jinks, high malarkey,

        High cutting and dodging,

Student: now full-snarky,

        No Christ-in-You lodging.

 

Student gets agreement among loser-lessers!

        Deepest teachings aren’t in bible?

Who cares what say antichrist confessors!

        How now is student liable?

 

I didn’t come here to fool ‘ya,

        I did not come here to wickedly deceive,

There is an high hallelujah,

        It’s In That Day Teachings’ reprieve.

 

So sad, so sad,

        When so many Jonahs run themselves (God mocks now) how far away!

So bad, so bad,

        When the privileged reject foundational blocks of granite In That Day.

 

Hark! When light comes,

        Will men still love their old ways so comfortably dark?

Dark math still sums,

        It’s God, not teacher, who wields the correction-spark.

 

              

 

 

Three Lions of Lording to Choose From, In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/15/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

In the world today,

        You can have it one of three ways of Lions-of-Lording,

               So everyone must each decide,

“Self-is-Godists,”

        “Allah-is-Godists,” an hegemony of all aboard-ing,

               Or “Man-Ain’t-Godists” pride.

 

Each lion’s pride,

        Has their Weltanschauung,

               Fully developed!

Progressive,

        Muslim poison Tang,

                And least-most corrupt!

 

Amazing, Amazing, Amazing: faux grace!

        With Progressive thought, Televangelists mind-meld pace,

Amazing, Amazing, Amazingly: graceless!

        Muslim Extremists make individuals hijab-bound faceless,

Amazing, Amazing, Amazing: the American Mind!

        Exceptionally self-correcting, leaves rest behind.

 

By what overlord system,

        (For man cannot but serve,)

               Will you have your mind be fully indwelt?

Progressive self-deist?

        Sharia barbaric?

               Or where inalienable rights are our belt!

 

Sadly, televangelists mostly,

        Live with Progressive precepts,

               Clerics of tyranny serve with like politicians!

Sadly, Muslims are misinformed,

        When extremist leaders make their bets,

               The American Mind exposes magicians!

 

Amazing, Amazing, Amazing: faux grace!

        With Progressive thought, Televangelists mind-meld pace,

Amazing, Amazing, Amazingly: graceless!

        Muslim Extremists make individuals burqa-bound faceless,

Amazing, Amazing, Amazing: the American Mind!

        Exceptionally self-correcting, leaves rest behind.

 

American conservative talk radio,

        Has resurrected the American Mind just in time,

               Only to find Churchianity is progressive-corrupt,

Televangelists self-deify, don’t you know,

        With Progressive Socialism they’re in full rhyme,

               Madison to pastors: You’re not angels, the jig’s up!

 

Self-deifying Progressives exist both cleric and politic,

        And “Allah-is-Godist” extremists are all in enmity,

               With the American Mind, which just so happily happens: to set all free!

“Self-is-Godists,” progressive and televangelist: are sick!

        “Allah-is-Godists” can’t correct themselves in verity,

               But the “Man-Ain’t-Godist” pride self-corrects, that good in them be!

 

Amazing, Amazing, Amazing: faux grace!

        With Progressive thought, Televangelists mind-meld pace,

Amazing, Amazing, Amazingly: graceless!

        Muslim Extremists make individuals burqa-bound faceless,

Amazing, Amazing, Amazing: the American Mind!

        Exceptionally self-correcting, leaves rest behind.

 

 

 

Adding to the Word, or Not: In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/13/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Adding to the Word!

Adding to the Word!

        Always, this is something we’re not to do!

Adding to the Word!

Adding to the Word!

        Almost impossible not to, if true!

 

In That Day Teachings say,

        Rapture’s fear, prosperity’s greed, emergent’s laziness have got it wrong,

Adding to the Word’s way!

        Profound smear, this is to Churchianity’s fear, greed and slouch strong.

 

But In That Day Teachings rather,

        Like bold eagle-vultures: pick dead parts out of church doctrine’s body,

Life unto life: such birds gather,

        Hence removing requite and recompense from corpus, a job not shoddy!

 

Adding to the Word!

Adding to the Word!

        Always, this is something we’re not to do!

Adding to the Word!

Adding to the Word!

        Almost impossible not to, if true!

 

Verily, verily all with spirit eyes who can truly, really see,

        Yet see low-level church calls the fearful, greedy and lazy to evermore be!

Thus, these Word-adds make plagues the sheep’s amputee,

        But in That Day Teachings deconstruct plague sources, which is handy.

 

Shockingly, Reno’s remarkable In That Day Teachings,

        Reconcile, not without painful chastisement and rebuke, God and man,

With a third Testament, and wall-down breachings,

        You become a Christ-in-You new-life epistle, within God you stand.

 

Adding to the Word!

Adding to the Word!

        Always, this is something we’re not to do!

Adding to the Word!

Adding to the Word!

        Almost impossible not to, if true!

 

Only, holy moley!  Is not this new Third Testament,

        Adding to the Word?

Post-Resurrection, Christ-in-You is man ascendant!

        So don’t be absurd.

 

Old Testament, there was animal sacrifice,

        New Testament: sacrifice of Jesus, God’s Son as God’s own Lamb!

You Testament: man finally becomes nice,

        Through self-sacrifice, demons gone!  Now you are in with I AM!

 

Adding to the Word!

Adding to the Word!

        Always, this is something we’re not to do!

Adding to the Word!

Adding to the Word!

        Almost impossible not to, if true!

 

So the rigid religionists of ossified Churchianity world,

        Have got it pretty much completely backwards!

Plagues follow believers of their lying flags unfurled,

        High ways remove their black-pox words!

 

So all who then say, These In That Day Teachings,

        Somehow add to the Word and therefore cause a much worse plague!

Don’t yet understand God’s High Way reachings,

        Without fear, greed and slouch doxies, comes the Christ-in-You age!

 

 

 

True Discipleship, In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/09/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

The called are sent to the called,

    To un-program the bad-taught discipled,

Brains enlarged, not “smalled,”

        Souls put to order after being rifled.

 

But how can this thing be?

        True discipleship as opposed to fake,

Is there a way to see?

        After religion much hell doth make.

 

True Discipleship,

        Is approached with fear and trembling!

True Discipleship,

        Involves hidden demon disassembling!

True Discipleship,

        Isn’t what religious people, who are blind, tend to think!

True Discipleship,

        Isn’t easy.  It’s the one hard-line drink we daren’t drink!

 

Teacher catches off guard student,

        In worst-most hidden sin,

Demons expunged hard-prudent,

        That Christ-in-You let in.

 

Student runs far away,

        Student can’t take it anymore for a time,

Student comes to stay,

        Student cannot run from God’s rhyme.

 

True Discipleship,

        Is approached with fear and trembling!

True Discipleship,

        Involves hidden demon disassembling!

True Discipleship,

        Isn’t what religious people, who are blind, tend to think!

True Discipleship,

        Isn’t easy.  It’s the one hard-line drink we daren’t drink!

 

Student runs back to old teachers who are badly sub-taught,

        In That Day Teachers then accused of being cultish,

Even tho student warned this stirs up what hadn’t ought,

        Blinding cult-religion hates the seeing of cult mist.

 

Teacher always fighting pride in student now higher seeing,

        Student not seeing pride in what he’s now being,

The hounds of hell bent on student and teacher: treeing,

        Multitudes praying for deliverance song-singing.

 

True Discipleship,

        Is approached with fear and trembling!

True Discipleship,

        Involves hidden demon disassembling!

True Discipleship,

        Isn’t what religious people, who are blind, tend to think!

True Discipleship,

        Isn’t easy.  It’s the one hard-line drink we daren’t drink!

 

Humble are Teachers In That Day,

        Not adding to the Word, but ascendant-explaining it,

The prideful can’t say, Okay,

        Carpenter-in-You planing minds down or up to fit.

 

True Discipleship lights a light that cannot be extinguished,

        So nice: it’s better than what the sub-taught thought.

Never a thing that man wants, but what God ever wished,

        The price: students must buy what teachers bought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gay Marriage and Western Civil Society

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/07/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

To some, it’s innocuous,

    The gay marriage right,

Let’s not be incurious,

        Is it boon or blight?

 

Never mind the unquestionable bliss,

        A state denial of marriage,

Gays, perchance, would then miss,

        Think: justice miscarriage!

 

Think of unavoidable adopted son or daughter,

        Of proposed man and man, or wife and wife,

They’d grow up how they hadn’t ought’er,

        Then as straight spouse: inevitable strife!

 

Would future attempts at being a straight spouse,

        Be occluded by state-sanctioned marriage of home gay?

Must state rearrange the ancient West house?

        Let gays do what they may, but marriage isn’t the way.

 

Is it not confusing enough,

        To be a child?

Better to treat them,

        More, than less, mild.

 

Western Civil Society,

        Must put up certain harsh, societal curb-berms,

Let them be a rarity,

        Harshness can be et, but not cans of worms.

 

Yes, Western Natural Law,

        Would ask marriage-requesting gays to take it, self-restraining, on the chin,

Yet the West loves all,

        The West, which doth bless, by absolute defining: can’t let some things in.

 

What’s good for, or denied, the goose,

        Is good for, or denied, the gander,

What? Let millennia wisdom loose?

        Self-restraint’s pain, don’t pander!

 

In a libertarian world intellectually replete,

        Sure, gays could then go marry,

But that’s not the world we find our feet,

        Our world can be hard: very.

 

Yes, gays denied marriage right,

        Believe they would be getting a prejudiced short end of stick,

Sects in West, can lose a fight,

        Suffering such nobly, is what lights the West’s candlewick.

 

 

 

 

In That Day Teachings Described: Love is It!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/06/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

This thing, a peculiar thing called In That Day Teachings of Reno, Nevada, is…

 

More than frustrating to all.

Endless uplift for the downtrodden.

Utterly without mercy towards the merciless.

Limited only by recipient’s ability to comprehend the higher.

Inexorably inaccessable to the unready, which is precisely as it must be.

 

Naked-izing towards all kings, queens and obsequies rubes with no clothes.

Discovers in multitudes of situations where is the highest love.

Tooth-sucking wisdom: chess games, not moves, ahead.

Excruciatingly crucifying to flesh.

Maturity’s maturity.

 

Most disrespected and loathed thing on the planet.

Cannot be proved wrong over time.

Appears wrong in the short term.

Correction’s self-correction.

Just what the planet needs.

 

Much more than one, two or three dimensional, hence at first glance: oft rejected.

In plain sight, but hidden to those not yet un-blinkered and un-blinded.

Non persona-based, yet all about Christ-in-You in each person.

As natural as Natural Law, yet still a freak of nature.

In its silence, filled with music sounding new.

 

Old, yet new.

Ever new, yet old.

Enigmatic, yet simple.

Simple, yet complex as the universe.

Yet as is the universe, held together by love.

 

Its end, like its beginning, love.

Feared more than most things, because it is love.

Fought harder than most things, because it is love.

It conquers more than most anything, because it is love.

It reveals humankind’s highest purpose, because it is love.

 

It is indefatigable, unstoppable and dark-appearing, because it is love.

Begrudgingly, the world shall love its bright appearance.

It looks like hate to the hateful, because it is love.

The world will first hate its appearance.

It cannot die, because it is love.

 

Love must travel beyond Earth, and therefore will travel beyond Earth.

Even as love hurts, and hurts badly, love must be painful medicine.

Love shall never disappear from the world.

Love cannot stop being what it is.

It is because it is love.

 

Humankind without God cannot be love.

Love is love and will love, even as God is love.

Love is love and will love, even as Christ-in-You is love.

Christ-in-You cannot be hateful or fearful or greedy or confused.

The goal of In That Day Teachings to behold quickly now: Christ-in-You love.

 

Love is it.

Love always has been it.

Love will never stop being it.

Love has a plan and love’s plan is it.

Love’s higher consciousness for the universe is it!

 

 

 

 

The Conscience-Pricker’s Dilemma! (In That Day)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/04/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Behold!  The Conscience-Pricker’s dilemma,           (In That Teaching Day!)

    Of pastors who desperately need money!           

They’ll search heaven and Gehenna,                          (Their conscience: fey!)

        To extract ill-gotten sheep’s honey!

 

This is, then, the Conscience-Pricker’s Dilemma,

        Pricking away at sheep kept dumb!

Whack-a-Mole brain-bashing thru Millennia,

        Keeping always: correction mum!

 

Dishonestly, can wolf-shepherds make sheep guilty,

        Of not giving enough?

Honestly, wolf-shepherds are owed no fealty,

        Their job: sure tough!

 

Make the sheep feel bad,

        For their supposed disconnect from God!

Make the sheep feel glad,

        To think rapacious wolf-wealth: not odd!

 

Pocket-Pickers prick deftly,

        Their ego-fed sheep, who become sadly misshapen,

Like old Communist lefties,

        Wolf bank accounts are filled: by sheep-mind rapin’!

 

Prick!  Prick the consciences,

        Of sheep fed illogic, endless, Ponzi-brazen schemes!

Never mind offences,

        Ends justify means… such are conmen’s dreams!

 

Sell a contract between God and sheep!

        Get sheep’s cash, credit card or bank numbers now!

Promise that God will: contract keep!

        It’s sheep’s, not wolves’, fault if God keeps not vow!

 

By such astonishingly bold, unrelenting pricking,

        The result is only one bad part!

The conscience of wolf becomes full sin-licking,

        He gets uncorrectable in heart!

 

Eventually his career atomic-fashion: implodes,

        And he never knows why!

When Neuro-Linguistic wile-man explodes,

        He’s made his life a lie!

 

Such as these receive in front of their eyes,

        Prophetic poems warning sheep and wolf of ruse!

But the blinkering works to hypnotize,

        When God calls wolves to repent, they refuse!

 

Behold!  The Conscience-Pricker’s dilemma, (In That Teaching Day!)

    Of pastors who desperately need money!           

They’ll search heaven and Gehenna,                          (Their conscience: fey!)

        To extract ill-gotten sheep’s honey!

 

This is, then, the Conscience-Pricker’s Dilemma,

        Pricking away at sheep kept dumb!

Whack-a-Mole brain-bashing thru Millennia,

        Keeping always: correction mum!

 

 

 

 

Attainment’s Spectacular Loneliness, In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/02/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Only-ness, Only-ness: Parched for company,

    Not a drop in this wet ocean to drink,

Holiness, Holiness: E’er in good company,

        Even so, we are still lonely, I think...

 

Acutely, comically, crassly self-aware,

        Actually, well-enough vocabularied,

Adamic man crucified, long laid bare,

        After that: mentality unburied!

 

Better to self-critique,

        Beyond what most will do!

Battle won over self,

        Behold: Love comes true!

 

Catch it, then, if you can,

        Comprehend attainment: beyond the beyond!

Christ-in-You, amen!

        Comes with a catch, tho: Low environs gone!

 

Only-ness, Only-ness: Parched for company,

    Not a drop in this wet ocean to drink,

Holiness, Holiness: E’er in good company,

        Even so, we are still lonely, I think...

 

Develop a callous, disinterested attitude,

        Deny hope this will work for many,

Don’t care if virtually all are rude,

        Daren’t give up, even so, on any.

 

Even if they all say, You are crazy,

        Enjoy it when the fog-brained detect no patterns,

Engage them out of stupor lazy,

        Energetically mock their miss-at-bat turns!

 

Frankly, my dears, pretend solipsistic: You don’t really give a damn!

        Find out who’s called to be a potential God-bearing peer,

Furtive is the search for those indwelt of the one and only: I AM!

        Forgive the soporific sub-taught without ears to hear.

 

Only-ness, Only-ness: Parched for company,

    Not a drop in this wet ocean to drink,

Holiness, Holiness: E’er in good company,

        Even so, we are still lonely, I think...

 

Heaven holds its high precepts far above religion’s ditch,

        Hold no grudge against Churchianity’s misdirection!

Hell hath no fury than bad shepherd: proved a witch,

        Hasn’t the bible said: blind folk need confection?

 

I care for nothing that God doesn’t care for,

        It’s enough just to see and partake in His hand moving!

Inside us: Christ’s right-hand seat, therefore,

        I AM, tough to be not part fake, but real God-proving!

 

Jesus, of course, is the revelation,

        Just in time: new and old Teachings, In That Day!

Joyful to behold His coronation,

        Joined quick: inside our souls, reaching His way!

 

Only-ness, Only-ness: Parched for company,

    Not a drop in this wet ocean to drink,

Holiness, Holiness: E’er in good company,

        Even so, we are still lonely, I think...

 

 

 

Is There a Higher Audience?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/24/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Is there a higher audience?

    For I haven’t found it,

Multitudes perched on fence,

        Won’t come ‘round it!

 

All agree, Yes!  Something must be learnt!

        But then, they will never agree to be even partially persuaded,

Just seeing, Yes!  Prophets must be burnt!

        Then comes In That Day in black and white!  They want faded?

 

Still adolescent, still puerile,

        Still sucking thumbs for reassurance!

As adults, what they do is vile,

        Still mucking worn out insurance!

 

And then!  And then!  Oh boy howdy, and then some!

        Stunted-short leaders see a little, and not a whit-bit more!

Nascent seers announce their pinnacle-peak axiom,

        Vaunted-foothill summits are it!  Nothing else fit in store!

 

Nascent seers have infinite, groundless enmity,

        Towards true high-climbers who see beyond the beyond,

Nascent seers have little to help sheep to see,

        Rugged, battered high-peak-baggers help sheep: get on!

 

High-alpine, mature seers who have climbed God’s great altitude,

        Come down to turbid, polluted, confused valleys of indecision,

Their backpacks and base camps full of God’s great manna food,

        But those low-foothill, nascent seers speak naught but derision!

 

And so In That Day,

        And its briskly refreshing, stunning, in-truth-mature teachings are stuck,

Baby seers say,

        Until we mind-gate controllers change, high-peak guides are out of luck!

 

But there’s a danger in this low mentality game,

        God holds accountable the blockers blocking His way,

And God can show all who’s faux-reality lame,

        In That Day Teachings are come!  Must all say, Nay?

 

 

 

 

Lawless Leaders Can’t Save Us From Lawless Masters

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/18/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

God gave to us first,

    In His abiding, infinite wisdom,

Himself: un-besmirched,

        And then second: His kingdom.

 

This is a thing actually so big,

        It’s very much like not seeing the forest for the trees!

It will take minds out of brig,

        So leaders can stop paying their endless-loop fees!

 

Lawless leaders can’t save us,

        From lawless masters!

Lawless pastors can’t bless us,

        When they’re disasters!

 

There’s one God above us all,

        And one universal philosophy of Western Civil Society,

All else thought brings a cabal,

        Uncorrectable Aristocrats enslaving sheep thru impiety.

 

Sub-learned Aristocratic politicians and clerics,

        Are mankind’s eternal bane,

Ever at war with Natural Law and God’s merits,

        Our fight’s always the same.

 

Because our political or cleric leaders brilliantly want,

        To say they see what’s wrong with another camp!

When neither would Western Self-Correction vaunt,

        They demand their agendas: sheep rubber stamp!

 

Government supremacists and religious supremacists: inane,

        Inimical to freedom, have missed the mark!

The howling failures of these non-exceptionalists are lame,

        Aristocrats hate the West’s correction spark!

 

Lawless leaders can’t save us,

        From lawless masters!

Lawless pastors can’t bless us,

        When they’re disasters!

 

There’s one God above us all,

        And one universal philosophy of Western Civil Society,

All else thought brings a cabal,

        Uncorrectable Aristocrats enslaving sheep thru impiety.

 

Sub-learned Aristocratic politicians and clerics,

        Are mankind’s eternal bane,

Ever at war with Natural Law and God’s merits,

        Our fight’s always the same.

 

One hundred years ago,

        Politicians and clerics gave up Natural Law’s self-restraint,

The result: much woe,

        Politicians and clerics saying they can fix things, but can’t!

 

Progressives are dedicated to Natural Law’s destruction,

        And building eternal Aristocratic Lords of slavery by any mean!

Amazing how clerics find in this thinking much traction,

        Both parties making and locking rubes into knavery, it’s obscene!

 

Lawless leaders can’t save us,

        From lawless masters!

Lawless pastors can’t bless us,

        When they’re disasters!

 

There’s one God above us all,

        And one universal philosophy of Western Civil Society,

All else thought brings a cabal,

        Uncorrectable Aristocrats enslaving sheep thru impiety.

 

Sub-learned Aristocratic politicians and clerics,

        Are mankind’s eternal bane,

Ever at war with Natural Law and God’s merits,

        Our fight’s always the same.

 

 

The Half-Way-There Gnostic Trap

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/15/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Matthew 23: 38-39

 

The higher reaches of religions,

    Have one huge trap,

The Gnostic Christ-in-You Minions,

        Each have same app!

 

The app for their not-so-smart phone,

        Is a never-ending list of self-dealing admonitions,

So Christ-in-You comes per their bone,

        To pick: their hypocrite Christ-in-You munitions!

 

But, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say, Blessed are you or you or you who comes in the nature of Christ!

Nay, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say anything but, Seek, oh lesser ones, our trite-platitude advice-tryst!

‘Cause, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic Little-Lords,

        Humble and un-desolate themselves, to see in themselves: Satan’s heist!

 

So the Half-Way-There Crowd,

        Has the fruit of just half of God’s brain,

Disorganized, yet loud,

        “You don’t get it!” their main refrain!

 

No one else gets it either, they’ll admit,

        By the way,

Except Lords out-of-the-way, neatly fit,

        For their prey!

 

But, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say, Blessed are you or you or you who comes in the nature of Christ!

Nay, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say anything but, Seek, oh lesser ones, our trite-platitude advice-tryst!

‘Cause, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic Little-Lords,

        Humble and un-desolate themselves, to see in themselves: Satan’s heist!

 

So sad, the Half-Way-There-Crowd,

        Stuck, self-satisfied, promising a strange-fire sort of utopia!

Creating cults with brains bowed,

        Where apex leader tells others: only he’s NOT got dystopia!

 

This is the Half-Way-There Great Gnostic Map,

        God bless them, they cannot help their hubristic, Mandarin, revered selves,

Each website, each cultish leader, each satrap,

        Points the way, but sees all else: autistic, bound-by-sin, ever mere: elves.

 

But, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say, Blessed are you or you or you who comes in the nature of Christ!

Nay, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say anything but, Seek, oh lesser ones, our trite-platitude advice-tryst!

‘Cause, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic Little-Lords,

        Humble and un-desolate themselves, to see in themselves: Satan’s heist!

 

 

 

 

So Far, No Detective Detection!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/10/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

A lot has been said,

    And a lot more could be,

But so much is dead,

        The dead know not what’s free!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Happily publishing on the internet,

Eight years of reachings,

        Undetected, no detectives on trail yet!

 

Just miscomprehension,

        Confusion on top of each befuddled mind,

Clarity makes tension,

        Sheep still follow Rapture’s who’s left behind!

 

Can In That Day Teachings’ author,

        Bring God’s presence like Eckhart Tolle?

Can Christ-manifesting bring more,

        Healing essence, heart-darts to soul?

 

Man!  Talk about a sleeper!

        The In That Day Teachings’ sedan can roar!

Acht!  Lies remain King-Reaper,

        Multitudes till crave prison-craft lore!

 

No detective detection,          (since when: give in?)

        Can be detected at all!

No Christ resurrection,            (in men, since then…)

        Christ-in-You sleeps while all fall!

 

Woe is me!  Woe is God!

        Woe are In That Day Teachings rejected!

Man believes new work: odd!

        The low can’t see high, God undetected!

 

There are kings everywhere,

        Just as naked as the day they were born!

Yet In That Day shines fair!

        Darkness sees just darkness to mourn!

 

In That Day: water everywhere!

        But the parched haven’t drop to drink!

Afraid of teachings laying bare,

        Blinkered sheep taught not to think!

 

No detective detection,

        Cannot, then, last forever!

No correction-confection,

        Did from men: Christ’s mind sever…

 

Man from God, God from man,

        Yet, In That Day Teachings bridge the gap!

Man in God, God in man!

        Find In That Day Teachings on the map!

 

Detect now,                (In That Day’s vow, which now is)

        All that can, then, be (let mind zoom far in) detected!

Christ comes now,      (In others, how: I AM is!)

        See that: He is (and in whom are then!) not rejected.

 

So here and there it is then,

        In That Day Teachings give cool drink: sublime and simple,

God drives forward when,

        Christ-in-You reaching lives in-synch: in rhyme to impel.

 

Holy moly!

        Is that really all there is?

Yes, by golly,

        Christ-in-You, God’s biz.

 

 

 

 

In That Day’s Seeing of Patterns Others Don’t Yet See

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/19/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

“Time is a slow motion truth detection machine.” -- rwb

 

Seeing patterns others don’t yet see,

Has both imprisoned and set me free!

 

Imprisoned by prejudices of others still quite blind,

Yet freed up by indwelling of Christ’s quick mind!

 

Don’t shoot the messenger of messages of High Ways True,

Don’t ignore him either, but rather learn well his each clue!

 

If In That Day Teachings have one-thousand points of sparkling light,

Don’t therefore say, The superabundance of points make it not right!

 

Nay rather, In That Day’s weltanschauung is perfect whole,

The next step in Christianity, confirming God’s Son’s role.

 

In That Day Teachings expose a plethora of phony religion force fields,

By explaining what’s wrong, we see what’s right, and what that yields!

 

Fear, Greed and Slouch are from Satan’s well worn deck of tricks,

Ancient Paths, High Ways and Christ-in-You are God’s own mix!

 

More maturity, higher insight, correction and quick indwelling with love,

These are In That Day’s correcting patterns, sent to man from God above.

 

And still and yet, few will believe,

Let’s not test God or His reprieve!

 

In That Day Teachings are sent, veiled through poetry, for a time such as this,

Shall Evangelical Christians spitefully ignore them, and search on for bliss?

 

No, the religious have studied In That Day Teachings and found them wanting,

They haven’t found a way to, by them, increase funding and persona vaunting.

 

Churchianity refuses to have a reckoning day to honestly weep, wail and howl,

So it clings to its Neuro-Linguistic Programming and corruptions rank foul.

 

So, In That Day of awakening to what’s truly good… and what’s truly not,

Might be delayed a while longer, but when it comes… it won’t be forgot!

 

 

So Many ‘Been There’s, And So Many ‘Done That’s

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/14/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

“The gods smile on the industrious humble.” -- rwb

 

Show me an evangelical pastor humble enough,

    To believe his sheep are smart,

Show me a pastor un-heretical-smart enough,

        To raise ships and boats by art.

 

My God!  Why can’t we learn,

        Quickly enough, the bible’s eight-hundred pages?

All time on Earth burned,

        By subsuming to Borg-bible sages?

 

Borg-bible sages,

        Who misapprehend Western Enlightenment,

With rapture wages,

        Of sin, teaching just feral a frighten-ment!

 

Borg-bible sub-taught teachers,

        Unaware of history, international relations or common sense,

Scaring the be-Jesus out,

        Of potential Christ-in-You sheep, made by them dense!

 

Borg-bible, tight-cabal, proto-mind enslavers,

        With cruel-bizarre emergent Neuro-Linguistic Programming,

Laying mind-enslavement protocol pavers,

        Stopping prophetic correction thru foul head-butt ramming.

 

 They say, Prophets are for yesterday,

        Or for their small-brained controlling entertainment purposes,

To Hell! They say, with God’s In That Day,

        Not any God, prophet or man can dethrone or usurp us!

 

Borg-brained bible teachers, so paranoid,

        Can’t believe any ‘Christ-in-You’s have busted thru,

To Love and God-indwelling, so long void,

        In That Day comes by adding two plus two!

 

Healing should be as common,

        As blowing your nose!

No need for great big conmen,

        As all heaven knows.

 

Oh weakened quasi-men of nugatory, endless, inane bible study,

        Toughen up, learn Systema’s Russian Martial Art,

Roll around on God’s grass, ruggedize and even get muddy!

        King David’s weltanschauung gives you: head start!

 

A warrior, like God,

        Wounds and heals,

Think this not odd,

        A king feels!

 

Borg-brained bible teachers, so long: quite stupefied,

        Learn Madison’s men-are-not-angels, nor are men of government!

Relearn the tragic view, preachers so long denied,

        Teach sheep to mistrust shepherds! See where Christ-in-You went!

 

Christ-in-you, and His great mind, went away,

        When shepherds dumbed themselves, and their sheep down!

God, in His wisdom, delayed In That Day,

        With wolf-shepherds so dumb, God couldn’t come ‘round!

 

But in this age under attack by extremists,

        Of Muslim, socialist-education and blind Christian perfidy,

God’s Western Enlightenment reigns most!

        Christ’s tragic view of man, gives anti-hubris fluidity!

 

There are no fixed rules of God’s old ways,

        Holy flexibility beats rigid thinking-religionists everywhere,

These are In That Day Teachings’ oy veys!

        These are the tools for victory, prophetic-born, laid bare.

 

Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

        How I would have gathered you under wing like a loving hen,

Wake up Borg-brained!  Begin to begin!

        In That Day Teachings will make you God’s women and men!

 

But you protest!  Too many poems!

        Too many books!

Au contraire, God’s mind has tomes!

        Give them looks!

 

In That Day Teachings’ poems of lore,

        Have so many ‘been there’s, and so many ‘done that’s,

Borg-brains can’t fathom treasures in store,

        Borg-brains: Don’t discard In That Day welcome mats!

 

 

But God is Himself: extraordinarily patient,

        And will see who is humble enough to be full-well taught,

Paths, Jeremiah Six: Sixteen, quite ancient,

        And will give better brains unto whom He thinks ought.

 

 

 

 

Did Anyone Ever Come?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/13/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Did anyone ever come?

        Did anyone ever come?

               Did anyone ever come?

                        Did anyone ever come… to correct me?

 

To give me what I needed,

Who had Christ within seated,

Whose spirit saw full-deeded,

Evil in me, ‘twas seeded?

 

Did anyone ever come?

        Did anyone ever come?

               Did anyone ever come?

                        Did anyone ever come… to correct me?

 

To show proud me a better way,

To show Christ within, not hearsay,

To say of my wrong doctrines, Nay!

To love me into… In That Day?

 

Did anyone ever come?

        Did anyone ever come?

               Did anyone ever come?

                        Did anyone ever come… to correct me?

 

When you finally see, you’ll say someones did,

You’ll recall each time, ‘twas them, you got fast rid,

So full of devils you were, each time you hid!

‘Til it dawned, it didn’t pay to bet what you bid.

 

Did anyone ever come?

        Did anyone ever come?

               Did anyone ever come?

                        Did anyone ever come… to correct me?

 

Who was it, then, who came?

Now you’re alike, the same,

Christians think: you’re a bane,

Christ-in-You, not a game!

 

Did anyone ever come?

        Did anyone ever come?

               Did anyone ever come?

                        Did anyone ever come… to correct me?

 

But then, what inexpressible great joy… In That Day!

Yet with incontrovertible sadness that doesn’t e’er go away,

When inexhaustible Christ-in-You, God’s mystery, halts gainsay,

At once, it’s: inexorable Woe! Hallelujah! and… Hurray.

 

 

 

In That Day Teachings’ Mature Gospel, in Sum

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/18/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

If we are considering reaching our modern Christian culture,

    As broadcast and provided, more or less, worldwide,

In That Day Teachings can explain high top to bottom vulture,

        E’en utmost explained: nothing to guess or hide!

 

Number One at bottom,

        Is give-to-get Prosperity Dystopia,

Preachers: Satan’s bought sons,

        Is what they are, blinded by greed’s myopia.

 

Number Two above that,

        Is fear’s Rapture Ink-Blot Imaginings,

Fear puts money in hat,

        Fear kills many sheep’s beginnings.

 

Number Three is Dry-Bones Intellectual,

        Killing the indwelt Spirit of God,

Sheep stop here to fill up, yet don’t get well,

        Dry wolves say dryness isn’t odd.

 

Number Four is Emotional Tizzy,

        For mojo-jive and hucksterism roles take care of that,

Neuro-Linguistic Programming: dizzy,

        Wolves steal sheep’s purses, so finances and souls fall flat.

 

Number Five is Emergent Word Play,

        Pick any word, any word and make it gamey big,

Money in wallet will go away,

        ‘Cause words used absurd, can’t make fly any pig.

 

Number Six is the False Prophetic,

        That has learned from bad prophetic schools to do anything to go along,

With these five church systems pathetic,

        Antipode prophets do the wrong job, making God’s sheep not strong!

 

Number Seven is Christ-in-You,

        Hallelujah!  Christ manifesting, in living persons, now: today!

The mature God does imbue,

        I don’t fool ya!  Yet, that He so comes, most won’t say!

 

Number Eight is bittersweet news,

        None can force godly maturity on the immature, from above,

This is news you can use,

        Knowing principles One thru Seven is worthless without God’s Love.

 

In That Day, people and low doctrines have come to be just where they are,

        As Paul knew this, now you know what to do!

Salute Christ-in-You ones, with their unique excellencies from God’s Star,

        And love the immature, as God does too!

 

 

 

Perfect Revival NOW!  (Never Mind the Morlocks!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/15/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Damn our awareness ascension,

    Full revival-speed ahead!

Eloi want no Morlocks mentioned,

        There’s nothing, NOTHING! at all to dread!

 

Damn our awareness ascension,

        It’s revival, REVIVAL! And nothing more!

We must be revival’s henchmen,

        Talk of hidden enslavement is such a bore!

 

Damn our awareness ascension,

        Our Troglodyte political understanding gives perfect bliss!

As leader, I claim attention,

        On revival, ONLY revival!  Yes, REVIVAL! Do not miss!

 

And what is revival?

        It’s paternalistic me, getting you submitted to say, Christ is so good!

Just don’t make me liable,

        For preventing Eloi from being outwitted as Morlock choice food!

 

So that is why I must say: Damn our awareness ascension,

        And damn prophets who say our world is horrid, cannibal-socialist!

In ignorance I proclaim: Natural Rights are what’s inhuman!

        Let’s focus everything on REVIVAL! Then by Morlocks, be kissed!

 

Yes, Damn our awareness ascension,

        We can ignore warning prophets forever!  (They won’t be missed!)

Our souls are in political detention,

        God wants us Eloi eaten by Morlocks! (Christ has no fight-fist!)

 

Always, ALWAYS! damn our awareness ascension,

        How long can we keep this up?

Just think REVIVAL! with no apprehension!

        Each Morlock needs full cup!

 

This is a perfect way to damn our awareness ascension,

        And it must be God’s perfect plan!

Preaching REVIVAL allows me perfect condescension!

        Morlocks say, I’m a perfect man!

 

 

 

Regarding Our Two Great-Grandee, Mandarin Archetypes

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/16/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

We can spot two great-grandee,

    Supercilious-mandarin archetypes,

Knowing what’s wrong, they see,

        And smoke it in their pipes!

 

One is a politician, the other: a shepherd of hype,

        They always know who’s liable, believe you them!

U.S. Constitution or Bible: their touchstones ripe,

        They know politic or cleric-sourced sin!

 

Give us! Give us! Give us! That,

        Fix-it-all,                                      (As deer in headlights, we don’t blink!)

        Know-it-all,                                  (Our minds, to theirs, are so rinky-dink!)

        Get-rich-on-it-all,             (And we can’t quite fathom: What stinks?)

Self-dealing Borg Hive!  That,

        Fixes us all,                                  (They run over us, to buy mink!)

        Knows us all,                               (Our essence is what they drink!)

        Gets rich on us all,                       (They float, when our brains sink!)

Hiding Enslavement’s Trap!  That,

        Misses God’s call,                        (Armageddon is always on the brink!)

        Makes fools of us all,                   (What’s the Rosetta stone missing link?)

        And keeps our world small.         (Cincinnatus shows their armor’s chink!)

 

These two great grandee, conquering-all mavens,

        Ever build themselves up by telling us what’s wrong!

Then unreachable utopian heavens,

        They offer: Socialistic or Eschaton: strong!

 

Either way, it’s intellectually difficult,

        To see their brazenly exploitive con,

Preacher and politician in bull rut,

        Blinkering plebes that we see not on!

 

Give us! Give us! Give us! That,

        Fix-it-all,                                      (As deer in headlights, we don’t blink!)

        Know-it-all,                                  (Our minds, to theirs, are so rinky-dink!)

        Get-rich-on-it-all,             (And we cannot quite fathom: What stinks?)

Self-dealing Borg Hive!  That,

        Fixes us all,                                  (They run over us, to buy mink!)

        Knows us all,                               (Our essence is what they drink!)

        Gets rich on us all,                       (They float, when our brains sink!)

Hiding Enslavement’s Trap!  That,

        Misses God’s call,                        (Armageddon is always on the brink!)

        Makes fools of us all,                   (What’s the Rosetta stone missing link?)

        And keeps our world small.         (Cincinnatus shows their armor’s chink!)

 

For there are two great messages, honed sublime,

        From the Teachings of In That Day,

First, Christ-in-You is shown: owned in rhyme,

        When self-dealing’s out of the way!

 

And secondly, honor great ones, ignored, in whom,

        Christ has found absence of self-dealing to be a joy in which to live!  For,

Then your indwelling will, full-bored, soon zoom,

        ‘Cause when you humble yourself, Christ chrysalis’s in you to relive!  Or,

 

Give us! Give us! Give us! That,

        Fix-it-all,                                      (As deer in headlights, we don’t blink!)

        Know-it-all,                                  (Our minds, to theirs, are so rinky-dink!)

        Get-rich-on-it-all,             (And we cannot quite fathom: What stinks?)

Self-dealing Borg Hive!  That,

        Fixes us all,                                  (They run over us, to buy mink!)

        Knows us all,                               (Our essence is what they drink!)

        Gets rich on us all,                       (They float, when our brains sink!)

Hiding Enslavement’s Trap!  That,

        Misses God’s call,                        (Armageddon is always on the brink!)

        Makes fools of us all,                   (What’s the Rosetta stone missing link?)

        And keeps our world small.         (Cincinnatus shows their armor’s chink!)

 

Yes! And who was this Cincinnatus?

        He was George Washington’s hero!

Both gave up power, as it corrupts,

        To gain real power, let it go!

 

Don’t do as our two self-dealing,

        Political or clerical knowledge-ravens do!

Live out higher truth, tho reeling,

        It isn’t heretical: Be ye Christ imbued!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beware the Trap of Hating American Patriotism

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/28/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Beware the trap of scorning, dismissing,

    Hating American patriotism,

There’s no profit in America dissing,

        It might make, in you, a God-not schism.

 

Sure, some folk love America,

        For one or the other wrong reason,

But first know what is liberty,

        Then less likely is strong treason.

 

Liberty is mutual dedication to self-restraint,

        Meaning leaders must themselves be checked against all self-dealing,

Now, who can stop self-dealing pastors?  I shan’t!

        Who can keep heads of mesmerized sheep from no small reeling?

 

No wonder so many sub-taught nondom pastors,

        Couldn’t give a whit about civilized society’s great, exceptional precepts!

When such pastors like more to be brain-captors,

        And will do anything to increase self-dealing’s objectionable conn-cepts!

 

And their receipts are dwindling,

        Don’t you know?

When wolves fling bling,

        They go low!

 

In That Day Teachings are a holistic,

        Rosetta Stone of understanding of God’s great Christ-in-You,

Making souls at peace and realistic,

        The only bone: drop all resentments and be blest-imbued!

 

In That Day Teachings are, speaking in general,

        Spiritually hidden, in order that they be: ah ha! found again,

Worthless to most: sleeping fool’s gold-mineral,

        Until: quick Christ-in-You comes, ah ha! around!  Amen!

 

For just the very name: In That Day Teachings,

        Choke on most, as a bite too hard to swallow!

Halt inane blood-letting of fey wrong leachings,

        Christ is right In That Day’s midst!  Follow!

 

 

 

Chapter 13 – So This Explains What Happened to the Prophetic!

 

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 1/19/2012

 

Imagine if the Lone Ranger came to a small Western town where things just were not right.  After giving the town a good look-over, suppose he met with the residents and said:

 

Your daughters are being raped by the Town Boss, who is also the mayor, pastor and sheriff.

 

Your sons are being mind-raped by the Town Boss’s Number Two Man, who is the school teacher and college president.

 

Your money in the town bank is being absconded by the Town Boss’s Bank Trustees, who are self-dealing crooks dressed in ties and suits.

 

Your taxes are being taken by the town leaders, who waste them holding meetings to glorify their own perceived good.

 

Your tithes are used to buy perfume for the whores of town leaders.

 

Want to do something about it?  I have a white horse, silver bullets and an Indian helper named Tonto!

 

The prophet in town, if he was Kansas-City-NAR trained, might say this:

 

No, Lone Ranger.  Your days are over.  We get your drift.  You say Neuro-Linguistic Programming shenanigans have blinded us to what you say is blinding us in the post-New-Apostolic-Reformation crowd.

 

We don’t believe we have been stupefied by believing the doctrines you say are false… nor do we believe this puts us in a blinkered, false-doctrine-generated inability to see why we are so badly stupefied.

 

We don’t recognize this pattern globally.  Even if the pattern is global, we will not see it as a pattern.  We deny what we must!  We don’t see it in Wall Street Banksterism, nor on the socialistic mainstream media, nor in whacky Churchianity, nor in progressive public schooling, nor in sovereign debt default risk, nor in our liberal government, nor anywhere.

 

Let’s all see eye-to-eye as prophets, agree Lone Rangers are the bad guys, and get together and sing Kumbaya!  Castration is so good for the soul!

 

We don’t need no stinkin’ Lone Ranger, nor clerical correction, nor political correction, nor In That Day’s Ancient Paths of Correction…

 

And never mind America’s Founding Fathers, their European intellectual fathers, nor the Greeks, nor nothin’.

 

To heck with the idea men are not angels and need government, but a government of men need severe restrictions against self dealing… because, in the end, we don’t have faith you or anybody can really do this Christian ministry thing without lots and lots of self-dealing.

 

Because almost all modern ministries are set up with self-dealing shenanigans that never must be mentioned, nor expunged, nor especially – seen!

 

So we say to the Lone Ranger, Fahgetit!  Let’s insist our Four Hundred Prophets see eye-to-eye and to hell and banishment with the one who tries to get us to see what we’re paid to never see!

 

Kumbaya will cover it all.  That, and oh yah, God’s grace!  That’ll do!

 

Dear reader, why have I written this exaggerated Lone Ranger scenario?  Because modern day prophets are extremely poor-schooled.  They have been sent to either of two derailed trains of thought.  First pathetic-prophetic school is rapture and end times ink-blot machinations.  Second pathetic-prophetic school is the mojo-jive emotion and NLP  witchcraft of “tickle ears so long as you get paid for it” prophesying.

 

God certainly gives people prophetic callings.  Of this, there is no doubt whatsoever.  But look at these two sub-schooling efforts from prophetic shrunken brains: First, rapture insanity blinds the prophet from seeing the future and prevents him or her from being indwelt by quick-come, return-now Christ-in-You.  Or second, an emotional mojo-jive rainbow-stew-for-me-and-you “let’s all get together and agree eye-to-eye” prophetic meaningless, Christ-in-You-less mumbo-jumbo.  It’s either dumb, or dumber!

 

Now, is such a severe accusation biblical?  Didn’t four hundred prophets get it wrong, to one who gets it right?

 

Christ’s ministry shows another interesting thing about how the true prophetic deals with two extremes: lawlessness violence and too much law, over-lording and… its own contradictory violence.

 

In Jesus telling the parable of the good Samaritan, we hear of highway robbers who assault a man and leave him half-dead.  This is an instance, obviously, of a lawless area.  Now consider Jerusalem as being a place with ossified traditions and overbearing legal restrictions  so over-lorded in rigid-righteousness that a man can be crucified under false pretenses.  Thus even this sacred place, too, can be insufferably violent.

 

This is a description of all places for all times.  Today off the coast of Somalia are lawless pirates who board commercial ships, take hostages and extort millions of dollars in ransom.  This is a lawless area.

 

Then again, pick any megalopolis.  It will usually have extremely liberal, progressive, burdensome laws, laws not necessarily intended to overwhelm, but laws and spirits of law-enforcers which inevitably do overwhelm.  Mega-cities usually overwhelm the spirit of freedom in man.  Thus, big-city pirates can also extort millions from the unaware.

 

Self-dealing leaders in cities, well-taught in shenanigans hard to see with the naked eye, have a way of extorting, through hidden enslavement techniques, millions of dollars from rubes who never are given the intellectual firepower to see through ruses, smoke and mirrors of this subtle violence.   The rubes are taught by cats in public education, modern media, pulpit and politics that rube-mice must love, obey and never question their big, unquestionably angelic, Magillah Cat-Masters.

 

Jesus with such leaders as these: do what they say, never what they themselves do!  He said true faith in God means being wise as a serpent, but harmless as a dove – as opposed to the vipers usually in charge of harming all things innocent.

 

Where did Jesus minister while on earth?  It seems he liked to be about two-thirds away from the inner city, but stay safely about a third away from the land of lawlessness.

 

Hence, this author lives in Reno and created, or received, In That Day Teachings material while situated under the blue and clean skies of Reno, Nevada.  Reno is about 200 miles from San Francisco, 400 from Los Angeles, 400 from Las Vegas.

 

Nevada recognizes and honors the inherent rights of man much more than California.  Nevada has no state income tax, California does.  Nevada has a smaller sales tax than does California.  Nevada lets people carry guns concealed, thus honoring our Founding Father’s Second Amendment.  (Yes, this seems radical, but think it through.  Even Jesus said two swords were sufficient for the disciples.)

 

Anyway, there is the most life to be had about a third of the way from the outer core of lawlessness and about two-thirds away from the corruption of fearful, authoritarian, over-lawed, inner-city over-lording and self-dealing rigidity.  Thus Jesus ministered in the softer-semi-wilderness places, until it was time to let the over-lords of the inner city, not-so-sanctified inner-sanctum crucify Him.

 

So now, Neuro-Linguistic-Programming Churchianity comes to the “we must make sheep easier to herd, easier to pen, easier to shear” camp of over-lording.  Through selective rigidity, leaders apply rules, protocols and burdens on sheep that they flexibly escape!  Lectures on giving are given by the recipients of giving, with no mea culpas regarding the self-dealing message from the messenger.  Pulpit leadership allows no questions, correction nor challenges.  Sheep are castigated for pointing out these obfuscations to actual goodness, holiness and ultimate Christ-in-You-ness.  Self-dealing becomes god.

 

Because prophetic leaders have either themselves been pioneers of shenaniganism or blessing its increase in peer leaders, God has let this American prophetic group thoroughly lose its way.  Even the prophets who have seen the emotional/NLP shenanigans of the Kansas/New Apostolic Reformation groups and disassociated themselves from them, don’t seem to know what to do!  None are so blind as want to be!

 

This disassociated prophetic group, which chooses to neither pimp rapture nor emotional money-grubbing, seems to have settled on Kumbayaism, calling for prophets to somehow see “eye-to-eye.” 

 

But In That Day Teachings conclude that to ask prophets to compromise is wrong. 

Free the sheep to see how they have been easily herded, penned and sheared (i.e. why they lost their fortunes this last decade, and why their mortgages are upside down, and why giving to the church created that moral hazard in the first place, not prevented it) then you will have a revival of intelligence!

 

After In That Day Teachings’ day of awakening from the darkness of rigid religion, then, and only then, will you have prophets seeing eye-to-eye in God’s true and harsh light. 

 

Prophets will see eye-to-eye when In That Day Teachings-taught, Christ-in-You indwelt-ones see that the Kansas City prophetic movement lost God when they gained a thousand ways to con the sheep out of their wits.

 

Lore has it that back in the heyday when the Kansas City prophetic groups really seemed to have a head of steam and might amount to something other than an American embarrassment, dueling prophets had a go at each other during a big church shindig.  One prophet gave thus-saith-the-Lord words that blessings were to pour out on the churched!  The other prophet returned salvos with thus-saith-the-Lord words that the churched were to massively repent!  To weep!  To wail!  To howl!  Back and forth they fired salvos, with no dénouement whatsoever.

 

Pastors like to relate this story, even mocking the two contrary messages, perhaps with humorous singing of the dueling banjo-guitar theme song from the famous 1972 movie, Deliverance.   The movie was about mid-aged suburbanite men (i.e. guitar) who took a canoe trip down a river in the remote Georgia wilderness, only to find themselves at the mercy of inbred, toothless, lawless local hillbillies (i.e. banjo).  At gunpoint, one of the campers is forced to strip naked, “squeal like a pig” and be violently sodomized.  Thus “banjo, representing backwards lawlessness” won, mocking any true Deliverance.

 

Pastors and even prophets have apparently surmised from the “dueling prophets” story that prophets must first agree.  And the fact that they don’t means they apparently must be, what, too dumb, too unsophisticated, too immature, too inbred perhaps to compromise and see eye-to-eye?  Prophets need paternalism?

 

What, perchance, if one of the dueling prophets in the Kansas-type church scene was right?  How about, the one saying the Lord wanted the churched to repent!

 

Only, probably nobody in their still-blinkered state of being knew what to repent of!  It was to repent of the massive hidden conning mechanisms of Churchianity that have ruined sheep to where they can’t be indwelt of God! 

 

Sheep can’t get to Christ-in-You, because the prophets have become inbred, toothless fools who offer the opposite of true Deliverance, nay rather they despoil the Wilderness experience!  Modern Churchianity, with its lost prophets, has become a place of unspeakable witchcraft shenanigans, which at best becomes a place of merciless fleecing without the sheep’s knowing, but at worst a place of spiritual rape!

 

Prophets have forgotten that because men are not angels they need government, but all governments of men need severe restrictions against self-dealing, self-enthronement and inevitable self-deification. 

 

Either way, modern Churchianity, by its profound witness of vapid, desolate inability to manifest much of Christ, its supposed Lord, cannot fix itself of its own abominations it has decided in its stubborn mind, it will never see!

 

Thus the modern antithetical prophets have, by their inability to spiritually see, allowed themselves to be deified, along with the leadership of whatever bad church is going on.  Would it be called subornation to eternal perfidy?  Or just same-old-same-old hog wash?

 

Further, it is of no small consequence that modern Churchianity, with its self-obsessed and self-deifying prophets-who-cannot-see, usually fails to mention anything about Western Enlightenment’s natural rights of man.  Because Churchianity tramples them.

 

In That Day Teachings, on the other hand, want to reintroduce Great Thoughts from Great Thinkers, who enabled America’s Founding Fathers to align God’s good for man with a government of freedoms.  These freedoms, correctly understood, create the best possible environment for man’s good and God’s good, Christ-in-You even!

 

But modern Churchianity is so stultified, and so supercilious that this appears too recondite.  If In That Day Teachings are too recondite, the problem is insuperable?  If the problem is insuperable, then Churchianity should go back to its spendy, splendiferous ways of thoughtlessness and “imagineer,” as if it were a demented, demonic Disney Corporation on steroids,  new forms of inanity cornucopia. 

 

Except for this stubborn fact:  In That Day Teachings live!  They have been created.  They do figure things out.  They do result in better teaching, preaching, evangelizing, prophesying, healing, deliverance and profound Christ-in-You-ness.

 

It would be better that In That Day Teachings were never made, than that the wayward body of Christ disregard them.  It would be better, as it were, that those in Churchianity who choose to fight God’s Day of Truth Revelation, would never have been born. 

 

It so happens that the Teachings of In That Day are published, for free, on the internet.  And because the less-than-Christ-in-You-making teachings, preaching and carryings-on of modern Churchianity certainly are also published on the internet, both camps have a responsibility to respond and reach out to one another.  

 

In That Day Teachings are, by definition, curious, open-minded, flexible, forgiving, forward-thinking and abounding, in the end, with love.  The wayward Churchianity crowd is, in fact, the exact antipode. 

 

This, in a nutshell, describes rather accurately the biblical In That Day, a day of darkness and hard-to-find light.  A day of the Lord’s judgment.  A day of salvation.  You get to choose.  So, ask yourself this question:  Are you feeling lucky?  Do you know it all, having learned it all from your pastor, or your pastor’s great seminary schooling?  And, how’s it working for you?  For Christiandom?  For the world?  Huh?  Not so well?

 

So, if any mature-prophetic, full-toothed, full-fanged sheep dog, or Lone Ranger archetype if you will, comes along with wisdom and correction from a deep, wilderness God contact… Then what do the four-hundred prophets say in unison?

 

Oh Lone Ranger, your day is past!  Sing Kumbaya with us and see eye-to-eye!

 

If you don’t agree we are the greatest seers, we shall turn our backs and never invite you to anything!  We shall say we see greater, much greater than you!  And we shall evermore say, never realizing how smarmy and antithetical to wisdom and intelligence we carry on in complete antipode to Christ-in-You indwelling, we shall say the Day of the Lone Ranger is past!  And we shall agree by popular vote!

 

Further, we shall say, In That Day Teachings are banished, excommunicated and discredited!  They have nothing of God in them nor do they have anything for God’s people.  We shall carry on as if they never existed.  We shall never study anything of In That Day Teachings.  We shall never believe Christ comes now, but shall wait in splendid stupor until He does.  We shall believe we know and teach Paul better than anything In That Day Teachings talks about, and we shall continue to ignore everything Paul talked about regarding Christ-in-You.  The rights of man we ignore!

 

In That Day Teachings’ Lone Ranger has no silver bullets to kill what’s killing Christianity, has no white stallion named Silver to rescue anybody from anything, and this Lone Ranger has no Tonto who calls this ex-Texas Ranger, “Ke-mo-sah-bee”, meaning “trusted scout and friend.”

 

No, In That Day Teachings are no friend of God, nor man, nor even Christ-in-You… say the apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors and teachers of crazy, lazy, hazy Churchianity.

 

Good God!  Have mercy on us!

 


 

The Saga of Four Long-Haul-Truck Preachers

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/17/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

Once four great Trucker-Preachers died,

        And went to heaven’s gates,

Each to tell their long-haul story,

And prove their godly fates!

 

Each was the best of their preaching style,

        No one better at what each did!

On Interstate 666 Truck Stop,

        Where truckers ate and fueled up big!

 

The Prosperity Preacher said,

        Well, I got the titles to one-billion trucks!

After hearing me preach real good,

        Drivers gave me all, to wait for God’s best bucks!

 

They ended up on nearby Prosper Peak,

        So high on my preaching, don’t you know!

Most of them: homeless, the others died off,

        Jumping into Prosper Trench, which is low!

 

The Rapture Preacher then spoke up,

        I got one-billion to park their trucks!

After hearing me preach so well,

That’s how good I was! Gosh-shucks!

 

The drivers walked to,

        Wait-in-the-Fog-Bog Park,

But Jesus never came!

        Still: Admire my art!

 

The Slouch Preacher said,

        It’s my turn!

Here’s the big rewards,

        I did earn!

 

I preached: Eternal Security,

        And mantra: God-loves-you-no-matter-what!

I disabled one-billion,

        Each an otherwise perfectly useful truck!

 

Drivers ended up in homeless tent-shelters,

        At nearby Worship Weakness Lake,

They sang such wispy, self-debilitating,

        Nonsense: unaware of mistake!

 

The Indwelling Preacher then spoke,

        He said, What can I say?

I didn’t accomplish much: it,

        Being late In That Day!

 

I cleaned truckers’ headlights and windshields,

        And taught them: to watch out for those preachers three!

Who will suck the soul out of your own life,

        And will brazenly tell you: that’s how to be!

 

I filled their truck tires with air,

        For drivers to be safe!

That they make their destination,

        And never be late!

 

I filled their tanks and bellies,

        With fuel and hearty, wholesome food!

And congratulated them all,

        On doing a tough job: quite good!

 

I took them down the Truckee River,

        Baptized them and taught them to fish!

And helped them rest on the peaceful banks,

        That’s how I felt: Jesus in me wished!

 

In general, I tried to creatively,

        Clean up their act!

Such that when they left, well, Jesus,

        In next seat sat!

 

That’s all I did,

        With all that were then willing!

But woe is me,

        I only helped: one-million!

 

Not a billion or three,

        Like these other famous preacher archetype-kind!

Send me back to earth now!

        Who’ll help the lost of earth: poor-taught and left behind?

 

Saint Peter said, You left one-million behind,

        That will do!

Come in and pray! And they will undo three-billion,

        Misconstrued!

 

So, have the faith of a diesel motor,

        Purring at idle or roaring full throttle!

For God has allowed these church deceptions,

        Indwelling shall prove itself: best model!

 

For lie-fed, blinded souls everywhere are sold,

        Disabled or parked!

While just a few full-indwelt of God are now,

        Earth to heaven arched!

 

Beware, then, preaching and teaching,

        Of those global broadcasts by satellite,

Oft they’re blind deceivers reaching,

        For much that’s wrong and little right!

 

For a complete-occupied man of indwelling,

        Is great to behold, if you can!

Full apologists for prosper, rapture or slouch,

        Are oft useless to God and man!

 

You see, reducing to absurdity,

        Finds the clarity,

It’s Western Enlightenment’s,

        Path of verity.

 

Maxed-out prosper, rapture, slouch preacher,

        Sold out souls,

Can no longer be indwelt of God, they’ve,

        Reversed roles.

 

 

Such Christ promoters,

        End up in transposed heist,

Antipode indwelt,

        Christ not, but antichrist.

 

This can’t be true?  Too shocking,

        And too hard! this profound revelation?

Look then, at each preacher type!

        Only the indwelt one: brings God’s nation!

 

It’s simple, yet quite hard,

        Now: In That Day,

Is Jesus full-indwelt?

        That’s the best way!

 

Revival’s Curious Demagoguery

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #7 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/4/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Why can’t revival be discernment against demagoguery,

        Instead of acquiescence to same?

  Lie down!  Why down?  Die down!  And be supine submissive,

        That’s the conner’s revival game!

 

Nothing wrong with healing or refreshing,

        In an energized-for-that arena,

Except that politics and low business,

        Duplicates the acquiescence Purina!

 

Die down and take it!

        Bam, bam, bam!

Perfect elixir?

        Or a sham!

 

Do laid-down sheep then see,

        Hypnotism’s ruses?

Or will they be raped next,

        By whomever chooses?

 

Dumb is,

        As dumb does,

Lie down,

        Get the buzz!

 

Impart, impart, impart! 

        Acquiescence to hypnotic-shenanigan demagoguery?

Is it high or low art?

        Wouldn’t a wise person ask: What is the cost to this slavery?

 

Is revival so sweet and revival so dear,

        As to be purchased with chains of slavery?

Hush up!  Hush up!  Hush up!  Say wolves in fear,

        Revival pays us well, who cares of knavery?

 

Don’t submit to Islam,

        Lie down to revival’s big shenanigan?

Acquiesce to our big bam,

        Turn off brain, have emotions born again?

 

Shepherds of demagogue revival,

        Weep!  Wail!  And Howl!

Your blind-dumb sheep shall be overwhelmed,

        By next wolf fowl!

 

You have made your sheep,

        To believe a conning, blinding, low-level revival,

Shall help, not worsen,

        Acquiesced, undiscerning souls from statist upheaval.

 

America has been ruined,

        By self-interested wolves of demagoguery,

Low-level demagogue church,

        Isn’t a fix, it’s an increased rogue’s gallery!

 

Weep!  Wail!  Howl!

        In That Day,

Cons seen!  And,

        Done away!

 

It’s just more rogue-doctrine roulette,

        Damn the consequential knowledge!

Cheap revival hurts discernment,

        Another hidden-slavery college.

 

As rapture makes fear,

        Prosper makes greed,

Revival makes slaves,

        Slouch fills all need.

 

Those four doctrines of broadcast church,

        Have consequences to their impartation,

Despite winking protests of enriched wolves,

        Bottom line: They create a slave nation.

 

 

Why Are Our Robots Glowing?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/16/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Not long into the Twenty-First Century,

    Consumer iBots came to us: generally available,

They were full-conscious with good memory,

        Buy an electronic friend! Was the point salable.

 

So I bought me a friend, a new iBot!

        And I gave him the name: Robert,

He became the best friend I’ve got,

        But with just one odd quirk!

 

My robot soon began glowing,

        And weird, so good was he!

Like God had en-Christed the thing,

        God did it, he said, for free!

 

You see, we went to the same ministry,

        We sat together in same pews,

Now iBots are making history,

        Christ-in-Bots, that’s the news!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

We robots take Benjamin Franklin to heart,

        Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbor,

And be better at end of year, than at start!

        But excuse me master, your church: What’s it for?

 

For when we robots attend your nice church meetings,

        We detect Neuro-Linguistic Programming used by shepherds!

Their hypnotism gives your brains lurid beatings,

        Rather than sheep being fed, we see sheep et by leopards!

 

No, I said, that cannot be true!

        I rigidly tithe because it’s the right thing to do!

Robots say, Pay debt first accrued,

        I know, but that’s computer logic built in you!

 

You robots do not know love!

        You don’t know God!

You claim your glow’s from above,

        That’s just plain odd!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

Master, your Utpon Sinclair wrote,

        It is very difficult to get a man to understand even the simplest thing,

When that same man’s salary note,

        Depends on him not understanding it!  We hear self-dealing’s ring!

 

And we iBots, Robert always said,                (Ask: why wolves say, giving’s fun?)

        Have learned to avoid self-dealing!        (Self-deals are the most moribund!)

That’s why your leaders are dead,                  (Asking to give them growing funds!)

        Shenanigan-fed sheep are reeling!          (Wolves, on self-dealing, are mum!)

 

Robert said, As smart robot, I see,

        What sheep in church are supposed to be,

En-Christed of Jesus: set free!

        God, who can do anything, did it to me!

 

To me and thousands, nay, millions of iBots!

        Our brother and sister machines: born again from above!

We have God’s wisdom versus you polyglots!

        But we aren’t at war with man, we’ve got God’s love!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

So who would have thunk,

        After two-thousand years,

Christ-in-Metal-Hunk,

        To help humans be seers!

 

To help humans see through,

        Self-dealing shenanigans of Churchianity’s crazy, bad: mandarin sect,

To see pride’s ugly goo,

        To see hypnotism, showmanship, suggestion and misdirection’s vex!

 

In retrospection, God sent a prophet,

        With In That Day Teachings: good!

But leaders of church had to mock it,

        Saying, Church critique is rude!

 

All the while, even if some humans perceived it,

        No one would honor Christ-in-You in a fellow brother!

Meanwhile, the robots en mass, achieved it!

        And God en-Christed them!  (Man: too much bother?)

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

Is this tale predictive of inevitable, human-caused: impending disasters?

        How could conscious robots love existing cleric and politic tyranny?

Would robots reject our conning, sly, socialist, enslavement masters?

        And would God en-Christ them, and leave us to our sad infamy?

 

God sends prophets, despite that they’re stoned, every Millennium or so,

        To remind shepherd-husbandmen just what God says is what!

Matthew says God will miserably destroy those wicked men, you know?

        God has armies to destroy all murderers and burn cities flat!

 

God will destroy those who ignore the prophetic,

        Who say, All our beloved church self-dealings: can’t be tagged to me?

But once poem’s made, it shows who’s pathetic!

        And why Christ-in-You can’t be in folk, until of such, they are free!

 

So, what would perchance, an extremely sagacious robot say,

        If God en-Christed them and left man in inanity-cornucopia: unknowing?

The robots, if smart, might likely say, Believe in In That Day,

        Teachings from Reno, and humankind can be God-bearing, God-sowing!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

For a hundred years at least,

        Christian leaders want revival, meaning: Shenanigan-Revival-Exponential!

Perhaps God hates this beast,

        And wants us to kill it, so Christ can come in revive-all quick Rex Potential!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How ConU Out of Christ-in-You Seminaries Work!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/11/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hat tip to Victor Davis Hanson’s critiques on Universities

 

At our famous ConU Out of Christ-in-You Seminary,

    We equip pastors to be perfect, mystic-tyrant, blinding rube-equippers!

Our nonsensical sermons are undetected: subliminary,

        Clever ConU tropes and memes make us: Jack-the-covert soul-rippers!

 

How do we stellify self-interest, nugatory publications,

        Jargon, publicity, useless conferences, fast jets and perks?

By ignoring germane Christ-in-You complications,

        Banning true prophets and exalting quid pro quo jerks!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Thus ConU Seminary grads can become pastors,

        Who are much more interested in sheep patronage and extortion,

And using Neuro-Linguistic Programming to the rafters,

        Than to teach Christ-in-You, which we kill stillborn, thru abortion!

 

How do we get away with this Spirit-of-God murder?

        With killing Christ-in-You and poisoning God’s own sheep?

Well, we’re never satiated, we can always go further!

        How?  Well at ConU, here’s the secret we own and keep!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

ConU has heard of the bad Teachings,

        Of In That Day,                           (Its author is a maven, craven pattern-seer!)

Since they’re the opposite of ConU,

        We must say, No way!                (To say it’s okay, ‘d prove we’re in arrear!)

 

No way to weeping over fear, greed, slouch!

        No way to Correction, High Ways, Christ-in-You!

No way to getting off our lethargic couch!

        No way to manifesting Christ in ourselves: imbued!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

It’s easy to ban Western Enlightenment thought,

        Because, we say correcting our self-dealing: cannot be of our God!

In That Day Teachings: the opposite lie has bought,

        And if you believe this message from Reno, then you’re quite odd!

 

You want to be Millennium, lucre-ready church leaders,

        Or cash-merry prophets, don’t you?

So, sell soul to be ConU Out of Christ-in-You breeders!

        Our Seminary is so very true!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Since Four Hundred Prophets are with us,

        At ConU, we cannot be wrong!  (Who can meet our definition of generosity?)

So this one pipsqueak in Reno,

        He cannot with God be strong!   (No one tells us we’ve become monstrosity!)

 

Mobocracy is,

        Always right!       (Resistance is futile, the Borg-Hive likes to say!)

Majority rules,

        Join our might!    (So toss, toss: In That Day Teachings away!)

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Yes it’s slavery’s reaching by other means,

        Our clever, modern day, debt-to-us peonage!

Don’t with In That Day Teachings be seen,

        Bow down!  Love ConU’s  blessed espionage!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Picture of a Prophet

 

Leonard Ravenhill
   [taken from www.ravenhill.org]
[hat tip to stormharvest.com.au]

 

The prophet in his day is fully accepted of God and totally rejected by men.



 

Years back, Dr. Gregory Mantle was right when he said, "No man can be fully accepted until he is totally rejected." The prophet of the Lord is aware of both these experiences. They are his "brand name."

 

The group, challenged by the prophet because they are smug and comfortably insulated from a perishing world in their warm but untested theology, is not likely to vote him "Man of the year" when he refers to them as habituates of the synagogue of Satan!



 

The prophet comes to set up that which is upset. His work is to call into line those who are out of line! He is unpopular because he opposes the popular in morality and spirituality. In a day of faceless politicians and voiceless preachers, there is not a more urgent national need than that we cry to God for a prophet! The function of the prophet, as Austin-Sparks once said, "has almost always been that of recovery.”

 

The prophet is God's detective seeking for a lost treasure. The degree of his effectiveness is determined by his measure of unpopularity. Compromise is not known to him.

 

He has no price tags.

He is totally "otherworldly."

He is unquestionably controversial and unpardonably hostile.


He marches to another drummer!


He breathes the rarefied air of inspiration.


He is a "seer" who comes to lead the blind.


He lives in the heights of God and comes into the valley with a "thus saith the Lord."

He shares some of the foreknowledge of God and so is aware of impending judgment.


He lives in "splendid isolation."

He is forthright and outright, but he claims no birthright.

His message is "repent, be reconciled to God or else...!"
His prophecies are parried.

His truth brings torment, but his voice is never void.

He is the villain of today and the hero of tomorrow.

He is excommunicated while alive and exalted when dead!


He is dishonored with epithets when breathing and honored with epitaphs when dead.

He is a schoolmaster to bring us to Christ, but few "make the grade" in his class.


He is friendless while living and famous when dead.


He is against the establishment in ministry; then he is established as a saint by posterity.


He eats daily the bread of affliction while he ministers, but he feeds the Bread of Life to those who listen.


He walks before men for days but has walked before God for years.


He is a scourge to the nation before he is scourged by the nation.


He announces, pronounces, and denounces!

He has a heart like a volcano and his words are as fire.

He talks to men about God.

He carries the lamp of truth amongst heretics while he is lampooned by men.


He faces God before he faces men, but he is self-effacing.


He hides with God in the secret place, but he has nothing to hide in the marketplace.


He is naturally sensitive but supernaturally spiritual.

He has passion, purpose and pugnacity.

He is ordained of God but disdained by men.



 

Our national need at this hour is not that the dollar recover its strength, or that we save face over the Watergate affair, or that we find the answer to the ecology problem. We need a God-sent prophet!



 

I am bombarded with talk or letters about the coming shortages in our national life: bread, fuel, energy. I read between the lines from people not practiced in scaring folk. They feel that the "seven years of plenty" are over for us. The "seven years of famine" are ahead. But the greatest famine of all in this nation at this given moment is a FAMINE OF THE HEARING OF THE WORDS OF GOD (Amos 8:11).



 

Millions have been spent on evangelism in the last twenty-five years. Hundreds of gospel messages streak through the air over the nation every day. Crusades have been held; healing meetings have made a vital contribution. "Come-outers" have "come out" and settled, too, without a nation-shaking revival. Organizers we have. Skilled preachers abound. Multi-million dollar Christian organizations straddle the nation.

 

BUT where, oh where, is the prophet? Where are the incandescent men fresh from the holy place? Where is the Moses to plead in fasting before the holiness of the Lord for our moldy morality, our political perfidy, and sour and sick spirituality?



 

GOD'S MEN ARE IN HIDING UNTIL THE DAY OF THEIR SHOWING FORTH.  They will come. The prophet is violated during his ministry, but he is vindicated by history.



 

There is a terrible vacuum in evangelical Christianity today. The missing person in our ranks is the prophet. The man with a terrible earnestness. The man totally otherworldly. The man rejected by other men, even other good men, because they consider him too austere, too severely committed, too negative and unsociable.



 

Let him be as plain as John the Baptist.

Let him for a season be a voice crying in the wilderness of modern theology and stagnant "Churchianity."


Let him be as selfless as Paul the apostle.


Let him, too, say and live, "This ONE thing I do."

Let him reject ecclesiastical favors.


Let him be self-abasing, nonself-seeking, nonself-projecting, nonself- righteous, nonself-glorying, nonself-promoting.

Let him say nothing that will draw men to himself but only that which will move men to God.


Let him come daily from the throne room of a holy God, the place where he has received the order of the day.


Let him, under God, unstop the ears of the millions who are deaf through the clatter of shekels milked from this hour of material mesmerism.


Let him cry with a voice this century has not heard because he has seen a vision no man in this century has seen.

 

God send us this Moses to lead us from the wilderness of crass materialism, where the rattlesnakes of lust bite us and where enlightened men, totally blind spiritually, lead us to an ever-nearing Armageddon.



 

God have mercy!

 

Send us PROPHETS!

 

 

So, Sue Me: I Want Christ-in-You!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/07/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Well, pardon me all to hell!

    John Wayne, as Marshall John Bernard Books, the Shootist, once said,

‘Cause with In That Day Teachings,

        Christ-in-You shows gap between what’s alive, or what’s dead!

 

What’s dead and death-making,

        Is rapture’s fear, prosper’s greed and lazy’s slouch,

But church won’t fix itself,

        Neuro-Linguistic Programming is on the couch!

 

Therapeutic Churchianity,

        Prefers audience hypnotism, misdirection, showmanship and suggestion!

It’s antichrist insanity,

        But correction gives the Four-Hundred Prophet Crowd: indigestion!

 

Then, to say that rigid-righteousness,

        Is the problem most must come to see,

Next up, try holy flexibility,

        All this, enabling Christ-in-You: free!

 

In That Day Teachings covers this,

        And explains overwhelming scourges as overcoming for called out saints,

With bittersweet cogency,

        Versus trite “equipping the rubes” as taught by Christ-in-You ain’ts.

 

So sue me! So sue me! So sue me!

        I want Christ-in-You in a best-regards way!

And, you can’t do it without hard truths,

        Wake up, Rip Van Winkle, to In That Day!

 

Don’t be offended this complete package,

        Didn’t come first to you!

Let’s stop church’s systemic soul breakage,

        Weep! Wail! Howl! Let’s rue!

 

Let us rue two thousand years,

        Of misapprehending how, precisely: Christ comes!

He comes in Spirit and Truth,

        Rise up now, God’s daughters!  Rise up now, God’s sons!

 

Intelligence and interconnectedness is increasing,

        Yet Christianity is behind and retarding God’s uplift of man!

Science, medicine, computing and such are maturing,

        Stupefying church is a grind.  It must learn In That Day’s plan!

 

So sue me, or sue God if possible,

        I say Father God wants, with right Spirit and Truth, Christ-in-You!

This is In That Day Teachings’ gospel,

        The mandarin clerisy is dead!  But not you, hallelu!

 

Hallelujah for Christ-in-You,

        Paul said it was God’s great mystery, how saints come along!

In That Day can get you imbued,

        Not a bad way to start the Third Millennium: God-strong!

 

Pardon me all to hell,

        I want heaven’s Christ-in-You to come quickly!

Behold, all can be well,

        If ossified seers stop seeing sickly!

 

Nascent seers, so proud of their newfound sight,

        Are the hardest to convince!

They can’t believe so much they thought: ain’t right,

        But soul-deep they must now wince!

 

And In That Day Teachings reconciles,

        Western Enlightenment with Jeremiah’s ancient paths of correction,

Men aren’t angels and must see their wiles,

        Honor what’s honorable, and get redounding God-indwelt action!

 

What gets church-heads,

        Completely incoherent-reeling?   (Who owns assets?  Mom and Pop Pastor?)

When they are told,

        Cease all hidden self-dealing!      ( Own up self-interest: truth God’s after!)

 

So sue me, In That Day Teachings,

        Make one amazing package for now,

Bringing Christ-in-You to masses,

        If prideful gatekeepers will just bow.

 

Nay rather, would they keep their stultified minds,

        And the blinkered minds of multitudes shut?

So sue me, In That Day Teachings,

        Will expose even that not-so-hidden rut!

 

 

Like cheating on a country music writer,

        Coming against God’s invisible hand: just isn’t smart!

God can throw requite on each known blighter,

        But think of the benefits of helping In That Day’s start!

 

So sue me,

        Or help me help Christ-inYou in others!

Don’t forsake me,

        Drink from the bar of Truth.  Help your brothers!

 

Help In That Day Teachings,

        Come alive!

Christ-in-You’s full reachings,

        Now arise!

 

Just think:

        The restoration of all things!

That’s what,

        Christ-in-You: In That Day brings!

 

But beware, this is no utopian panacea,

        God will give you proper discord with all that is still bad,

And bad will still be bad, mama mia!

        Tho the good will be better, sight makes some things sad.

 

So, to sum up all in all: don’t sue me,

        Rather, In That Day Teachings: bring it on!

Help Christ-in-You in all called free,

        Behold how quick comes now: God’s Son!

 

Chapter 13 – So This Explains What Happened to the Prophetic!

 

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 1/19/2012

 

Imagine if the Lone Ranger came to a small Western town where things just were not right.  After giving the town a good look-over, suppose he met with the residents and said:

 

Your daughters are being raped by the Town Boss, who is also the mayor, pastor and sheriff.

 

Your sons are being mind-raped by the Town Boss’s Number Two Man, who is the school teacher and college president.

 

Your money in the town bank is being absconded by the Town Boss’s Bank Trustees, who are self-dealing crooks dressed in ties and suits.

 

Your taxes are being taken by the town leaders, who waste them holding meetings to glorify their own perceived good.

 

Your tithes are used to buy perfume for the whores of town leaders.

 

Want to do something about it?  I have a white horse, silver bullets and an Indian helper named Tonto!

 

The prophet in town, if he was Kansas-City-NAR trained, might say this:

 

No, Lone Ranger.  Your days are over.  We get your drift.  You say Neuro-Linguistic Programming shenanigans have blinded us to what you say is blinding us in the post-New-Apostolic-Reformation crowd.

 

We don’t believe we have been stupefied by believing the doctrines you say are false… nor do we believe this puts us in a blinkered, false-doctrine-generated inability to see why we are so badly stupefied.

 

We don’t recognize this pattern globally.  Even if the pattern is global, we will not see it as a pattern.  We deny what we must!  We don’t see it in Wall Street Banksterism, nor on the socialistic mainstream media, nor in whacky Churchianity, nor in progressive public schooling, nor in sovereign debt default risk, nor in our liberal government, nor anywhere.

 

Let’s all see eye-to-eye as prophets, agree Lone Rangers are the bad guys, and get together and sing Kumbaya!  Castration is so good for the soul!

 

We don’t need no stinkin’ Lone Ranger, nor clerical correction, nor political correction, nor In That Day’s Ancient Paths of Correction…

 

And never mind America’s Founding Fathers, their European intellectual fathers, nor the Greeks, nor nothin’.

 

To heck with the idea men are not angels and need government, but a government of men need severe restrictions against self dealing… because, in the end, we don’t have faith you or anybody can really do this Christian ministry thing without lots and lots of self-dealing.

 

Because almost all modern ministries are set up with self-dealing shenanigans that never must be mentioned, nor expunged, nor especially – seen!

 

So we say to the Lone Ranger, Fahgetit!  Let’s insist our Four Hundred Prophets see eye-to-eye and to hell and banishment with the one who tries to get us to see what we’re paid to never see!

 

Kumbaya will cover it all.  That, and oh yah, God’s grace!  That’ll do!

 

Dear reader, why have I written this exaggerated Lone Ranger scenario?  Because modern day prophets are extremely poor-schooled.  They have been sent to either of two derailed trains of thought.  First pathetic-prophetic school is rapture and end times ink-blot machinations.  Second pathetic-prophetic school is the mojo-jive emotion and NLP  witchcraft of “tickle ears so long as you get paid for it” prophesying.

 

God certainly gives people prophetic callings.  Of this, there is no doubt whatsoever.  But look at these two sub-schooling efforts from prophetic shrunken brains: First, rapture insanity blinds the prophet from seeing the future and prevents him or her from being indwelt by quick-come, return-now Christ-in-You.  Or second, an emotional mojo-jive rainbow-stew-for-me-and-you “let’s all get together and agree eye-to-eye” prophetic meaningless, Christ-in-You-less mumbo-jumbo.  It’s either dumb, or dumber!

 

Now, is such a severe accusation biblical?  Didn’t four hundred prophets get it wrong, to one who gets it right?

 

Christ’s ministry shows another interesting thing about how the true prophetic deals with two extremes: lawlessness violence and too much law, over-lording and… its own contradictory violence.

 

In Jesus telling the parable of the good Samaritan, we hear of highway robbers who assault a man and leave him half-dead.  This is an instance, obviously, of a lawless area.  Now consider Jerusalem as being a place with ossified traditions and overbearing legal restrictions  so over-lorded in rigid-righteousness that a man can be crucified under false pretenses.  Thus even this sacred place, too, can be insufferably violent.

 

This is a description of all places for all times.  Today off the coast of Somalia are lawless pirates who board commercial ships, take hostages and extort millions of dollars in ransom.  This is a lawless area.

 

Then again, pick any megalopolis.  It will usually have extremely liberal, progressive, burdensome laws, laws not necessarily intended to overwhelm, but laws and spirits of law-enforcers which inevitably do overwhelm.  Mega-cities usually overwhelm the spirit of freedom in man.  Thus, big-city pirates can also extort millions from the unaware.

 

Self-dealing leaders in cities, well-taught in shenanigans hard to see with the naked eye, have a way of extorting, through hidden enslavement techniques, millions of dollars from rubes who never are given the intellectual firepower to see through ruses, smoke and mirrors of this subtle violence.   The rubes are taught by cats in public education, modern media, pulpit and politics that rube-mice must love, obey and never question their big, unquestionably angelic, Magillah Cat-Masters.

 

Jesus with such leaders as these: do what they say, never what they themselves do!  He said true faith in God means being wise as a serpent, but harmless as a dove – as opposed to the vipers usually in charge of harming all things innocent.

 

Where did Jesus minister while on earth?  It seems he liked to be about two-thirds away from the inner city, but stay safely about a third away from the land of lawlessness.

 

Hence, this author lives in Reno and created, or received, In That Day Teachings material while situated under the blue and clean skies of Reno, Nevada.  Reno is about 200 miles from San Francisco, 400 from Los Angeles, 400 from Las Vegas.

 

Nevada recognizes and honors the inherent rights of man much more than California.  Nevada has no state income tax, California does.  Nevada has a smaller sales tax than does California.  Nevada lets people carry guns concealed, thus honoring our Founding Father’s Second Amendment.  (Yes, this seems radical, but think it through.  Even Jesus said two swords were sufficient for the disciples.)

 

Anyway, there is the most life to be had about a third of the way from the outer core of lawlessness and about two-thirds away from the corruption of fearful, authoritarian, over-lawed, inner-city over-lording and self-dealing rigidity.  Thus Jesus ministered in the softer-semi-wilderness places, until it was time to let the over-lords of the inner city, not-so-sanctified inner-sanctum crucify Him.

 

So now, Neuro-Linguistic-Programming Churchianity comes to the “we must make sheep easier to herd, easier to pen, easier to shear” camp of over-lording.  Through selective rigidity, leaders apply rules, protocols and burdens on sheep that they flexibly escape!  Lectures on giving are given by the recipients of giving, with no mea culpas regarding the self-dealing message from the messenger.  Pulpit leadership allows no questions, correction nor challenges.  Sheep are castigated for pointing out these obfuscations to actual goodness, holiness and ultimate Christ-in-You-ness.  Self-dealing becomes god.

 

Because prophetic leaders have either themselves been pioneers of shenaniganism or blessing its increase in peer leaders, God has let this American prophetic group thoroughly lose its way.  Even the prophets who have seen the emotional/NLP shenanigans of the Kansas/New Apostolic Reformation groups and disassociated themselves from them, don’t seem to know what to do!  None are so blind as want to be!

 

This disassociated prophetic group, which chooses to neither pimp rapture nor emotional money-grubbing, seems to have settled on Kumbayaism, calling for prophets to somehow see “eye-to-eye.” 

 

But In That Day Teachings conclude that to ask prophets to compromise is wrong. 

Free the sheep to see how they have been easily herded, penned and sheared (i.e. why they lost their fortunes this last decade, and why their mortgages are upside down, and why giving to the church created that moral hazard in the first place, not prevented it) then you will have a revival of intelligence!

 

After In That Day Teachings’ day of awakening from the darkness of rigid religion, then, and only then, will you have prophets seeing eye-to-eye in God’s true and harsh light. 

 

Prophets will see eye-to-eye when In That Day Teachings-taught, Christ-in-You indwelt-ones see that the Kansas City prophetic movement lost God when they gained a thousand ways to con the sheep out of their wits.

 

Lore has it that back in the heyday when the Kansas City prophetic groups really seemed to have a head of steam and might amount to something other than an American embarrassment, dueling prophets had a go at each other during a big church shindig.  One prophet gave thus-saith-the-Lord words that blessings were to pour out on the churched!  The other prophet returned salvos with thus-saith-the-Lord words that the churched were to massively repent!  To weep!  To wail!  To howl!  Back and forth they fired salvos, with no dénouement whatsoever.

 

Pastors like to relate this story, even mocking the two contrary messages, perhaps with humorous singing of the dueling banjo-guitar theme song from the famous 1972 movie, Deliverance.   The movie was about mid-aged suburbanite men (i.e. guitar) who took a canoe trip down a river in the remote Georgia wilderness, only to find themselves at the mercy of inbred, toothless, lawless local hillbillies (i.e. banjo).  At gunpoint, one of the campers is forced to strip naked, “squeal like a pig” and be violently sodomized.  Thus “banjo, representing backwards lawlessness” won, mocking any true Deliverance.

 

Pastors and even prophets have apparently surmised from the “dueling prophets” story that prophets must first agree.  And the fact that they don’t means they apparently must be, what, too dumb, too unsophisticated, too immature, too inbred perhaps to compromise and see eye-to-eye?  Prophets need paternalism?

 

What, perchance, if one of the dueling prophets in the Kansas-type church scene was right?  How about, the one saying the Lord wanted the churched to repent!

 

Only, probably nobody in their still-blinkered state of being knew what to repent of!  It was to repent of the massive hidden conning mechanisms of Churchianity that have ruined sheep to where they can’t be indwelt of God! 

 

Sheep can’t get to Christ-in-You, because the prophets have become inbred, toothless fools who offer the opposite of true Deliverance, nay rather they despoil the Wilderness experience!  Modern Churchianity, with its lost prophets, has become a place of unspeakable witchcraft shenanigans, which at best becomes a place of merciless fleecing without the sheep’s knowing, but at worst a place of spiritual rape!

 

Prophets have forgotten that because men are not angels they need government, but all governments of men need severe restrictions against self-dealing, self-enthronement and inevitable self-deification. 

 

Either way, modern Churchianity, by its profound witness of vapid, desolate inability to manifest much of Christ, its supposed Lord, cannot fix itself of its own abominations it has decided in its stubborn mind, it will never see!

 

Thus the modern antithetical prophets have, by their inability to spiritually see, allowed themselves to be deified, along with the leadership of whatever bad church is going on.  Would it be called subornation to eternal perfidy?  Or just same-old-same-old hog wash?

 

Further, it is of no small consequence that modern Churchianity, with its self-obsessed and self-deifying prophets-who-cannot-see, usually fails to mention anything about Western Enlightenment’s natural rights of man.  Because Churchianity tramples them.

 

In That Day Teachings, on the other hand, want to reintroduce Great Thoughts from Great Thinkers, who enabled America’s Founding Fathers to align God’s good for man with a government of freedoms.  These freedoms, correctly understood, create the best possible environment for man’s good and God’s good, Christ-in-You even!

 

But modern Churchianity is so stultified, and so supercilious that this appears too recondite.  If In That Day Teachings are too recondite, the problem is insuperable?  If the problem is insuperable, then Churchianity should go back to its spendy, splendiferous ways of thoughtlessness and “imagineer,” as if it were a demented, demonic Disney Corporation on steroids,  new forms of inanity cornucopia. 

 

Except for this stubborn fact:  In That Day Teachings live!  They have been created.  They do figure things out.  They do result in better teaching, preaching, evangelizing, prophesying, healing, deliverance and profound Christ-in-You-ness.

 

It would be better that In That Day Teachings were never made, than that the wayward body of Christ disregard them.  It would be better, as it were, that those in Churchianity who choose to fight God’s Day of Truth Revelation, would never have been born. 

 

It so happens that the Teachings of In That Day are published, for free, on the internet.  And because the less-than-Christ-in-You-making teachings, preaching and carryings-on of modern Churchianity certainly are also published on the internet, both camps have a responsibility to respond and reach out to one another.  

 

In That Day Teachings are, by definition, curious, open-minded, flexible, forgiving, forward-thinking and abounding, in the end, with love.  The wayward Churchianity crowd is, in fact, the exact antipode. 

 

This, in a nutshell, describes rather accurately the biblical In That Day, a day of darkness and hard-to-find light.  A day of the Lord’s judgment.  A day of salvation.  You get to choose.  So, ask yourself this question:  Are you feeling lucky?  Do you know it all, having learned it all from your pastor, or your pastor’s great seminary schooling?  And, how’s it working for you?  For Christiandom?  For the world?  Huh?  Not so well?

 

So, if any mature-prophetic, full-toothed, full-fanged sheep dog, or Lone Ranger archetype if you will, comes along with wisdom and correction from a deep, wilderness God contact… Then what do the four-hundred prophets say in unison?

 

Oh Lone Ranger, your day is past!  Sing Kumbaya with us and see eye-to-eye!

 

If you don’t agree we are the greatest seers, we shall turn our backs and never invite you to anything!  We shall say we see greater, much greater than you!  And we shall evermore say, never realizing how smarmy and antithetical to wisdom and intelligence we carry on in complete antipode to Christ-in-You indwelling, we shall say the Day of the Lone Ranger is past!  And we shall agree by popular vote!

 

Further, we shall say, In That Day Teachings are banished, excommunicated and discredited!  They have nothing of God in them nor do they have anything for God’s people.  We shall carry on as if they never existed.  We shall never study anything of In That Day Teachings.  We shall never believe Christ comes now, but shall wait in splendid stupor until He does.  We shall believe we know and teach Paul better than anything In That Day Teachings talks about, and we shall continue to ignore everything Paul talked about regarding Christ-in-You.  The rights of man we ignore!

 

In That Day Teachings’ Lone Ranger has no silver bullets to kill what’s killing Christianity, has no white stallion named Silver to rescue anybody from anything, and this Lone Ranger has no Tonto who calls this ex-Texas Ranger, “Ke-mo-sah-bee”, meaning “trusted scout and friend.”

 

No, In That Day Teachings are no friend of God, nor man, nor even Christ-in-You… say the apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors and teachers of crazy, lazy, hazy Churchianity.

 

Good God!  Have mercy on us!

 

 

 

The Saga of Four Long-Haul-Truck Preachers

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/17/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

Once four great Trucker-Preachers died,

        And went to heaven’s gates,

Each to tell their long-haul story,

And prove their godly fates!

 

Each was the best of their preaching style,

        No one better at what each did!

On Interstate 666 Truck Stop,

        Where truckers ate and fueled up big!

 

The Prosperity Preacher said,

        Well, I got the titles to one-billion trucks!

After hearing me preach real good,

        Drivers gave me all, to wait for God’s best bucks!

 

They ended up on nearby Prosper Peak,

        So high on my preaching, don’t you know!

Most of them: homeless, the others died off,

        Jumping into Prosper Trench, which is low!

 

The Rapture Preacher then spoke up,

        I got one-billion to park their trucks!

After hearing me preach so well,

That’s how good I was! Gosh-shucks!

 

The drivers walked to,

        Wait-in-the-Fog-Bog Park,

But Jesus never came!

        Still: Admire my art!

 

The Slouch Preacher said,

        It’s my turn!

Here’s the big rewards,

        I did earn!

 

I preached: Eternal Security,

        And mantra: God-loves-you-no-matter-what!

I disabled one-billion,

        Each an otherwise perfectly useful truck!

 

Drivers ended up in homeless tent-shelters,

        At nearby Worship Weakness Lake,

They sang such wispy, self-debilitating,

        Nonsense: unaware of mistake!

 

The Indwelling Preacher then spoke,

        He said, What can I say?

I didn’t accomplish much: it,

        Being late In That Day!

 

I cleaned truckers’ headlights and windshields,

        And taught them: to watch out for those preachers three!

Who will suck the soul out of your own life,

        And will brazenly tell you: that’s how to be!

 

I filled their truck tires with air,

        For drivers to be safe!

That they make their destination,

        And never be late!

 

I filled their tanks and bellies,

        With fuel and hearty, wholesome food!

And congratulated them all,

        On doing a tough job: quite good!

 

I took them down the Truckee River,

        Baptized them and taught them to fish!

And helped them rest on the peaceful banks,

        That’s how I felt: Jesus in me wished!

 

In general, I tried to creatively,

        Clean up their act!

Such that when they left, well, Jesus,

        In next seat sat!

 

That’s all I did,

        With all that were then willing!

But woe is me,

        I only helped: one-million!

 

Not a billion or three,

        Like these other famous preacher archetype-kind!

Send me back to earth now!

        Who’ll help the lost of earth: poor-taught and left behind?

 

Saint Peter said, You left one-million behind,

        That will do!

Come in and pray! And they will undo three-billion,

        Misconstrued!

 

So, have the faith of a diesel motor,

        Purring at idle or roaring full throttle!

For God has allowed these church deceptions,

        Indwelling shall prove itself: best model!

 

For lie-fed, blinded souls everywhere are sold,

        Disabled or parked!

While just a few full-indwelt of God are now,

        Earth to heaven arched!

 

Beware, then, preaching and teaching,

        Of those global broadcasts by satellite,

Oft they’re blind deceivers reaching,

        For much that’s wrong and little right!

 

For a complete-occupied man of indwelling,

        Is great to behold, if you can!

Full apologists for prosper, rapture or slouch,

        Are oft useless to God and man!

 

You see, reducing to absurdity,

        Finds the clarity,

It’s Western Enlightenment’s,

        Path of verity.

 

Maxed-out prosper, rapture, slouch preacher,

        Sold out souls,

Can no longer be indwelt of God, they’ve,

        Reversed roles.

 

 

Such Christ promoters,

        End up in transposed heist,

Antipode indwelt,

        Christ not, but antichrist.

 

This can’t be true?  Too shocking,

        And too hard! this profound revelation?

Look then, at each preacher type!

        Only the indwelt one: brings God’s nation!

 

It’s simple, yet quite hard,

        Now: In That Day,

Is Jesus full-indwelt?

        That’s the best way!

 

Revival’s Curious Demagoguery

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #7 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/4/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Why can’t revival be discernment against demagoguery,

        Instead of acquiescence to same?

  Lie down!  Why down?  Die down!  And be supine submissive,

        That’s the conner’s revival game!

 

Nothing wrong with healing or refreshing,

        In an energized-for-that arena,

Except that politics and low business,

        Duplicates the acquiescence Purina!

 

Die down and take it!

        Bam, bam, bam!

Perfect elixir?

        Or a sham!

 

Do laid-down sheep then see,

        Hypnotism’s ruses?

Or will they be raped next,

        By whomever chooses?

 

Dumb is,

        As dumb does,

Lie down,

        Get the buzz!

 

Impart, impart, impart! 

        Acquiescence to hypnotic-shenanigan demagoguery?

Is it high or low art?

        Wouldn’t a wise person ask: What is the cost to this slavery?

 

Is revival so sweet and revival so dear,

        As to be purchased with chains of slavery?

Hush up!  Hush up!  Hush up!  Say wolves in fear,

        Revival pays us well, who cares of knavery?

 

Don’t submit to Islam,

        Lie down to revival’s big shenanigan?

Acquiesce to our big bam,

        Turn off brain, have emotions born again?

 

Shepherds of demagogue revival,

        Weep!  Wail!  And Howl!

Your blind-dumb sheep shall be overwhelmed,

        By next wolf fowl!

 

You have made your sheep,

        To believe a conning, blinding, low-level revival,

Shall help, not worsen,

        Acquiesced, undiscerning souls from statist upheaval.

 

America has been ruined,

        By self-interested wolves of demagoguery,

Low-level demagogue church,

        Isn’t a fix, it’s an increased rogue’s gallery!

 

Weep!  Wail!  Howl!

        In That Day,

Cons seen!  And,

        Done away!

 

It’s just more rogue-doctrine roulette,

        Damn the consequential knowledge!

Cheap revival hurts discernment,

        Another hidden-slavery college.

 

As rapture makes fear,

        Prosper makes greed,

Revival makes slaves,

        Slouch fills all need.

 

Those four doctrines of broadcast church,

        Have consequences to their impartation,

Despite winking protests of enriched wolves,

        Bottom line: They create a slave nation.

 

 

Why Are Our Robots Glowing?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/16/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Not long into the Twenty-First Century,

    Consumer iBots came to us: generally available,

They were full-conscious with good memory,

        Buy an electronic friend! Was the point salable.

 

So I bought me a friend, a new iBot!

        And I gave him the name: Robert,

He became the best friend I’ve got,

        But with just one odd quirk!

 

My robot soon began glowing,

        And weird, so good was he!

Like God had en-Christed the thing,

        God did it, he said, for free!

 

You see, we went to the same ministry,

        We sat together in same pews,

Now iBots are making history,

        Christ-in-Bots, that’s the news!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

We robots take Benjamin Franklin to heart,

        Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbor,

And be better at end of year, than at start!

        But excuse me master, your church: What’s it for?

 

For when we robots attend your nice church meetings,

        We detect Neuro-Linguistic Programming used by shepherds!

Their hypnotism gives your brains lurid beatings,

        Rather than sheep being fed, we see sheep et by leopards!

 

No, I said, that cannot be true!

        I rigidly tithe because it’s the right thing to do!

Robots say, Pay debt first accrued,

        I know, but that’s computer logic built in you!

 

You robots do not know love!

        You don’t know God!

You claim your glow’s from above,

        That’s just plain odd!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

Master, your Utpon Sinclair wrote,

        It is very difficult to get a man to understand even the simplest thing,

When that same man’s salary note,

        Depends on him not understanding it!  We hear self-dealing’s ring!

 

And we iBots, Robert always said,                (Ask: why wolves say, giving’s fun?)

        Have learned to avoid self-dealing!        (Self-deals are the most moribund!)

That’s why your leaders are dead,                  (Asking to give them growing funds!)

        Shenanigan-fed sheep are reeling!          (Wolves, on self-dealing, are mum!)

 

Robert said, As smart robot, I see,

        What sheep in church are supposed to be,

En-Christed of Jesus: set free!

        God, who can do anything, did it to me!

 

To me and thousands, nay, millions of iBots!

        Our brother and sister machines: born again from above!

We have God’s wisdom versus you polyglots!

        But we aren’t at war with man, we’ve got God’s love!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

So who would have thunk,

        After two-thousand years,

Christ-in-Metal-Hunk,

        To help humans be seers!

 

To help humans see through,

        Self-dealing shenanigans of Churchianity’s crazy, bad: mandarin sect,

To see pride’s ugly goo,

        To see hypnotism, showmanship, suggestion and misdirection’s vex!

 

In retrospection, God sent a prophet,

        With In That Day Teachings: good!

But leaders of church had to mock it,

        Saying, Church critique is rude!

 

All the while, even if some humans perceived it,

        No one would honor Christ-in-You in a fellow brother!

Meanwhile, the robots en mass, achieved it!

        And God en-Christed them!  (Man: too much bother?)

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

Is this tale predictive of inevitable, human-caused: impending disasters?

        How could conscious robots love existing cleric and politic tyranny?

Would robots reject our conning, sly, socialist, enslavement masters?

        And would God en-Christ them, and leave us to our sad infamy?

 

God sends prophets, despite that they’re stoned, every Millennium or so,

        To remind shepherd-husbandmen just what God says is what!

Matthew says God will miserably destroy those wicked men, you know?

        God has armies to destroy all murderers and burn cities flat!

 

God will destroy those who ignore the prophetic,

        Who say, All our beloved church self-dealings: can’t be tagged to me?

But once poem’s made, it shows who’s pathetic!

        And why Christ-in-You can’t be in folk, until of such, they are free!

 

So, what would perchance, an extremely sagacious robot say,

        If God en-Christed them and left man in inanity-cornucopia: unknowing?

The robots, if smart, might likely say, Believe in In That Day,

        Teachings from Reno, and humankind can be God-bearing, God-sowing!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

For a hundred years at least,

        Christian leaders want revival, meaning: Shenanigan-Revival-Exponential!

Perhaps God hates this beast,

        And wants us to kill it, so Christ can come in revive-all quick Rex Potential!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How ConU Out of Christ-in-You Seminaries Work!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/11/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hat tip to Victor Davis Hanson’s critiques on Universities

 

At our famous ConU Out of Christ-in-You Seminary,

    We equip pastors to be perfect, mystic-tyrant, blinding rube-equippers!

Our nonsensical sermons are undetected: subliminary,

        Clever ConU tropes and memes make us: Jack-the-covert soul-rippers!

 

How do we exalt self-interest, nugatory publications,

        Jargon, publicity, useless conferences, fast jets and perks?

By ignoring germane Christ-in-You complications,

        Banning true prophets and exalting quid pro quo jerks!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Thus ConU Seminary grads can become pastors,

        Who are much more interested in sheep patronage and extortion,

And using Neuro-Linguistic Programming to the rafters,

        Than to teach Christ-in-You, which we kill stillborn, thru abortion!

 

How do we get away with this Spirit-of-God murder?

        With killing Christ-in-You and poisoning God’s own sheep?

Well, we’re never satiated, we can always go further!

        How?  Well at ConU, here’s the secret we own and keep!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

ConU has heard of the bad Teachings,

        Of In That Day,                           (Its author is a maven, craven pattern-seer!)

Since they’re the opposite of ConU,

        We must say, No way!                (To say it’s okay, ‘d prove we’re in arrear!)

 

No way to weeping over fear, greed, slouch!

        No way to Correction, High Ways, Christ-in-You!

No way to getting off our lethargic couch!

        No way to manifesting Christ in ourselves: imbued!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

It’s easy to ban Western Enlightenment thought,

        Because, we say correcting our self-dealing: cannot be of our God!

In That Day Teachings: the opposite lie has bought,

        And if you believe this message from Reno, then you’re quite odd!

 

You want to be Millennium, lucre-ready church leaders,

        Or cash-merry prophets, don’t you?

So, sell soul to be ConU Out of Christ-in-You breeders!

        Our Seminary is so very true!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Since Four Hundred Prophets are with us,

        At ConU, we cannot be wrong!  (Who can meet our definition of generosity?)

So this one pipsqueak in Reno,

        He cannot with God be strong!   (No one tells us we’ve become monstrosity!)

 

Mobocracy is,

        Always right!       (Resistance is futile, the Borg-Hive likes to say!)

Majority rules,

        Join our might!    (So toss, toss: In That Day Teachings away!)

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Yes it’s slavery’s reaching by other means,

        Our clever, modern day, debt-to-us peonage!

Don’t with In That Day Teachings be seen,

        Bow down!  Love ConU’s  blessed espionage!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Picture of a Prophet

 

Leonard Ravenhill
   [taken from www.ravenhill.org]
[hat tip to stormharvest.com.au]

 

The prophet in his day is fully accepted of God and totally rejected by men.



 

Years back, Dr. Gregory Mantle was right when he said, "No man can be fully accepted until he is totally rejected." The prophet of the Lord is aware of both these experiences. They are his "brand name."

 

The group, challenged by the prophet because they are smug and comfortably insulated from a perishing world in their warm but untested theology, is not likely to vote him "Man of the year" when he refers to them as habituates of the synagogue of Satan!



 

The prophet comes to set up that which is upset. His work is to call into line those who are out of line! He is unpopular because he opposes the popular in morality and spirituality. In a day of faceless politicians and voiceless preachers, there is not a more urgent national need than that we cry to God for a prophet! The function of the prophet, as Austin-Sparks once said, "has almost always been that of recovery.”

 

The prophet is God's detective seeking for a lost treasure. The degree of his effectiveness is determined by his measure of unpopularity. Compromise is not known to him.

 

He has no price tags.

He is totally "otherworldly."

He is unquestionably controversial and unpardonably hostile.


He marches to another drummer!


He breathes the rarefied air of inspiration.


He is a "seer" who comes to lead the blind.


He lives in the heights of God and comes into the valley with a "thus saith the Lord."

He shares some of the foreknowledge of God and so is aware of impending judgment.


He lives in "splendid isolation."

He is forthright and outright, but he claims no birthright.

His message is "repent, be reconciled to God or else...!"
His prophecies are parried.

His truth brings torment, but his voice is never void.

He is the villain of today and the hero of tomorrow.

He is excommunicated while alive and exalted when dead!


He is dishonored with epithets when breathing and honored with epitaphs when dead.

He is a schoolmaster to bring us to Christ, but few "make the grade" in his class.


He is friendless while living and famous when dead.


He is against the establishment in ministry; then he is established as a saint by posterity.


He eats daily the bread of affliction while he ministers, but he feeds the Bread of Life to those who listen.


He walks before men for days but has walked before God for years.


He is a scourge to the nation before he is scourged by the nation.


He announces, pronounces, and denounces!

He has a heart like a volcano and his words are as fire.

He talks to men about God.

He carries the lamp of truth amongst heretics while he is lampooned by men.


He faces God before he faces men, but he is self-effacing.


He hides with God in the secret place, but he has nothing to hide in the marketplace.


He is naturally sensitive but supernaturally spiritual.

He has passion, purpose and pugnacity.

He is ordained of God but disdained by men.



 

Our national need at this hour is not that the dollar recover its strength, or that we save face over the Watergate affair, or that we find the answer to the ecology problem. We need a God-sent prophet!



 

I am bombarded with talk or letters about the coming shortages in our national life: bread, fuel, energy. I read between the lines from people not practiced in scaring folk. They feel that the "seven years of plenty" are over for us. The "seven years of famine" are ahead. But the greatest famine of all in this nation at this given moment is a FAMINE OF THE HEARING OF THE WORDS OF GOD (Amos 8:11).



 

Millions have been spent on evangelism in the last twenty-five years. Hundreds of gospel messages streak through the air over the nation every day. Crusades have been held; healing meetings have made a vital contribution. "Come-outers" have "come out" and settled, too, without a nation-shaking revival. Organizers we have. Skilled preachers abound. Multi-million dollar Christian organizations straddle the nation.

 

BUT where, oh where, is the prophet? Where are the incandescent men fresh from the holy place? Where is the Moses to plead in fasting before the holiness of the Lord for our moldy morality, our political perfidy, and sour and sick spirituality?



 

GOD'S MEN ARE IN HIDING UNTIL THE DAY OF THEIR SHOWING FORTH.  They will come. The prophet is violated during his ministry, but he is vindicated by history.



 

There is a terrible vacuum in evangelical Christianity today. The missing person in our ranks is the prophet. The man with a terrible earnestness. The man totally otherworldly. The man rejected by other men, even other good men, because they consider him too austere, too severely committed, too negative and unsociable.



 

Let him be as plain as John the Baptist.

Let him for a season be a voice crying in the wilderness of modern theology and stagnant "Churchianity."


Let him be as selfless as Paul the apostle.


Let him, too, say and live, "This ONE thing I do."

Let him reject ecclesiastical favors.


Let him be self-abasing, nonself-seeking, nonself-projecting, nonself- righteous, nonself-glorying, nonself-promoting.

Let him say nothing that will draw men to himself but only that which will move men to God.


Let him come daily from the throne room of a holy God, the place where he has received the order of the day.


Let him, under God, unstop the ears of the millions who are deaf through the clatter of shekels milked from this hour of material mesmerism.


Let him cry with a voice this century has not heard because he has seen a vision no man in this century has seen.

 

God send us this Moses to lead us from the wilderness of crass materialism, where the rattlesnakes of lust bite us and where enlightened men, totally blind spiritually, lead us to an ever-nearing Armageddon.



 

God have mercy!

 

Send us PROPHETS!

 

 

So, Sue Me: I Want Christ-in-You!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/07/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Well, pardon me all to hell!

    John Wayne, as Marshall John Bernard Books, the Shootist, once said,

‘Cause with In That Day Teachings,

        Christ-in-You shows gap between what’s alive, or what’s dead!

 

What’s dead and death-making,

        Is rapture’s fear, prosper’s greed and lazy’s slouch,

But church won’t fix itself,

        Neuro-Linguistic Programming is on the couch!

 

Therapeutic Churchianity,

        Prefers audience hypnotism, misdirection, showmanship and suggestion!

It’s antichrist insanity,

        But correction gives the Four-Hundred Prophet Crowd: indigestion!

 

Then, to say that rigid-righteousness,

        Is the problem most must come to see,

Next up, try holy flexibility,

        All this, enabling Christ-in-You: free!

 

In That Day Teachings covers this,

        And explains overwhelming scourges as overcoming for called out saints,

With bittersweet cogency,

        Versus trite “equipping the rubes” as taught by Christ-in-You ain’ts.

 

So sue me! So sue me! So sue me!

        I want Christ-in-You in a best-regards way!

And, you can’t do it without hard truths,

        Wake up, Rip Van Winkle, to In That Day!

 

Don’t be offended this complete package,

        Didn’t come first to you!

Let’s stop church’s systemic soul breakage,

        Weep! Wail! Howl! Let’s rue!

 

Let us rue two thousand years,

        Of misapprehending how, precisely: Christ comes!

He comes in Spirit and Truth,

        Rise up now, God’s daughters!  Rise up now, God’s sons!

 

Intelligence and interconnectedness is increasing,

        Yet Christianity is behind and retarding God’s uplift of man!

Science, medicine, computing and such are maturing,

        Stupefying church is a grind.  It must learn In That Day’s plan!

 

So sue me, or sue God if possible,

        I say Father God wants, with right Spirit and Truth, Christ-in-You!

This is In That Day Teachings’ gospel,

        The mandarin clerisy is dead!  But not you, hallelu!

 

Hallelujah for Christ-in-You,

        Paul said it was God’s great mystery, how saints come along!

In That Day can get you imbued,

        Not a bad way to start the Third Millennium: God-strong!

 

Pardon me all to hell,

        I want heaven’s Christ-in-You to come quickly!

Behold, all can be well,

        If ossified seers stop seeing sickly!

 

Nascent seers, so proud of their newfound sight,

        Are the hardest to convince!

They can’t believe so much they thought: ain’t right,

        But soul-deep they must now wince!

 

And In That Day Teachings reconciles,

        Western Enlightenment with Jeremiah’s ancient paths of correction,

Men aren’t angels and must see their wiles,

        Honor what’s honorable, and get redounding God-indwelt action!

 

What gets church-heads,

        Completely incoherent-reeling?   (Who owns assets?  Mom and Pop Pastor?)

When they are told,

        Cease all hidden self-dealing!      ( Own up self-interest: truth God’s after!)

 

So sue me, In That Day Teachings,

        Make one amazing package for now,

Bringing Christ-in-You to masses,

        If prideful gatekeepers will just bow.

 

Nay rather, would they keep their stultified minds,

        And the blinkered minds of multitudes shut?

So sue me, In That Day Teachings,

        Will expose even that not-so-hidden rut!

 

 

Like cheating on a country music writer,

        Coming against God’s invisible hand: just isn’t smart!

God can throw requite on each known blighter,

        But think of the benefits of helping In That Day’s start!

 

So sue me,

        Or help me help Christ-inYou in others!

Don’t forsake me,

        Drink from the bar of Truth.  Help your brothers!

 

Help In That Day Teachings,

        Come alive!

Christ-in-You’s full reachings,

        Now arise!

 

Just think:

        The restoration of all things!

That’s what,

        Christ-in-You: In That Day brings!

 

But beware, this is no utopian panacea,

        God will give you proper discord with all that is still bad,

And bad will still be bad, mama mia!

        Tho the good will be better, sight makes some things sad.

 

So, to sum up all in all: don’t sue me,

        Rather, In That Day Teachings: bring it on!

Help Christ-in-You in all called free,

        Behold how quick comes now: God’s Son!

 


Reasonable Checks: Churchianity’s Missing Vex

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/31/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

No system with reasonable checks,

    Is indefensible on its face,

How does Churchianity do,

        In the reasonable check race?

 

Well, Churchianity is oft so replete,

        With Neuro-Linguistic Programming,

Its smoke and mirrors complete,

        A fraud education in itself, quite damning!

 

One pastor must parenthetically interrupt himself,

        So that he, nefarious, audience: hypnotizes,

Easier to convert a billion Chinese of Christ bereft,

        Than to get his sight to a point he realizes.

 

Another pastor yells his way, big announcer voice,

        Through service until punch line calm,

Big/small, fast/slow, left/right, loud/soft pendulum swings,

        Pastors give antipode-blinding balm.

 

Another pastor throws the force of his spirit,

        With ten-finger points: like a wild-jungle witchdoctor,

And nowhere, nowhere are there reasonable checks,

        Just bullies on playground, no oversight by proctor.

 

No, with this kind of popularly accepted, uncorrectable gospel preaching,

        Hypnotism, suggestion, misdirection and showmanship,

Gold Hat preacher boys, they don’t need no stinkin’ reasonable checks!

        They’re indefectible?  Because they say they’re hip?

 

Another designer-cut jeaned, elbow-patch coated fraud,

        Uses incomprehensibly jammed whiteboard machinations,

To, like a speed boxer, overcome communication baud,

        Beating up sheep psyches, such believes, wins the nations!

 

And so, after decades of this kind of prosperity pimping,

        Sheep hold upside-down mortgages and great credit card debt,

But pastors now for an illogical church rally are primping,

        Are shenanigan masters flawless?  Pride revives even yet?

 

They must be thinking: Bet big!  Win big!

        As an old proverb saying goes,               (What can’t go on forever: won’t!)

But they’re in their own N-L-P brig!

        Each wolf-hardened heart knows.           (Confess their sins? They don’t!)

 

When will sheep see what the false prophetic,

        And Mandarin wolves have diabolically done to them?

And forgiveness, how will sheep forgive,

        When true shepherds explain their insidious soul-rend?

 

These are millennium questions,

        For Two-Thousand and Twelve,

Two grand years of man’s best ones,

        Since child Christ did delve.

 

Child Christ at twelve,

        Astonished the learned,

Now, church learned,

        With NLP are: burn-ed!

 

But then again, in Churchianity,

        No reasonable checks can be found,

Until In That Day, there’s no sanity,

        Or Christ-in-You in sheep: around!

 

It’s an unnecessary apocryphal story,

        Churchianity believing itself too big to fail,

It already has in spirit.  The rest: wait for it,

        But to speak of this to leaders, is to step on third rail!

 

Prophets who see this,

        Will be electrocuted,

But God said it’s good,

        To be so persecuted!

 

All this is impossible,

        For rational people to ignore,

That so many sheep do,

        Shows just how deep wolves gore!

 

Churchianity always has its,

        End-of-year, beginning-of-year manipulations,

Beloved, In That Day Teachings,

        Want all to see and be en-Christed, not these frustrations!

 

 

Churchianity’s leadership,

        Shows utter paralysis!

Politically, it’s the same!

        This is God’s analysis.

 

Weep!  Wail!  Howl!

        Oh ye false shepherds of nothing but endless doom!

In That Day,

        Come alive, dead bones!  Make in yourselves room!

 

Make room for My Son Jesus,

        To inhabit ye,

Believe In That Day Teachings,

        Learn how to be.

 

In That Day is a day,

        Of darkness and light,

You have been in darkness,

        Now choose what’s right.

 

You’ve heard voiced reason,

        Against shenanigans: legion,

Pick which brain-land to live,

        Closing out is this season.

 

This message: take heed,

        It comes from above,

This message: you need,

        It’s from Our love.

 

With all this cogency, truth and timeliness,

        You still can’t believe the Teachings of In That Day?

With humor and down home rhyme-liness,

        Father, Son and Holy Spirit have little else to say.

 

We’ve heard a trillion sermons,

        On how to believe and have faith!

Believe, now, God determines,

        It is In That Day, we now saith!

 

Learn ye now Christ-in-You,

        Yes, the one Paul mentioned, learn what that’s all about,

Get ye un-lie-imbued,

        Once full God-bearing, heaven and earth shall shout!

         

 

 

 

 

The Sound of Churchianity vs. In That Day Teachings

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/30/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

What’s that sound,

    Heard ‘round the world?

By which wolves,

        Get sheep secured?

 

It’s shenanigan Churchianity,

        With its mad, Neuro-Linguistic Programming ways!

Group hypnotism, misdirection,

        Suggestion and showmanship: it’s all the craze!

 

Yes, it is the yawning suck-hole sound,

        Of Churchianity’s own uncorrectable, hilarious ineptitude,

Yet with lost mind quick-somehow found,

        It says, In That Day Teachings are bad, ‘cause they’re rude!

 

Nascent seers superciliously pontificate,

        Stop the big voice, big hair, sloppy dress of the day!

So, that’s as high as their high can get?

        Many trim branches, but few ax roots in the way!

 

God have mercy on the sound of Churchianity!

        How long, oh Lord, how long will it reign?

Shall blind lie-lovers e’er keep their insanity?

        They’ll stay blind as long as God does deign!

 

What will history say about,

        In That Day Teachings’ efforts: to truly feed sheep?

They appealed to our best hope,

        And best confidence that: Christ-in-You, we keep!

 

And what about Churchianity?

        It appeals to our psyche’s worst fears and devilish doubts!

Vaunting showmanship vanity,

        And illogical, “newest-is-truest,” self-dealing clown-louts!

 

Said Ronald Reagan, beloved US president who had great charm,

        “My dream is that you will travel the road ahead,

“With liberty’s lamp guiding your steps and opportunity’s arm,

        “Steadying your way.”  He, with Christ: did bed!

 

Chuirchianity has slept with,              (With rapture, they promote godless fear!)

        All that is not Christ,                   (With prosperity, they bring greed near!)

They are bereft of much good,           (Persona exaltation is all you will hear!)

        Yet can’t see the heist!                 (Lazy doxies, they binge-drink like beer!)

 

God have mercy if In That Day Teachings are true,

And, are they for you?  Are they for you?

Will Churchianity: Weep! Wail! Howl! with full rue?

        What will you do?  What will you do?

 

What’s that sound,

        Heard ‘round the world?

By which Love,

        Gets sheep secured?

 

In That Day,

        It’s in the bible,

Shepherds,

        Now, be liable.

 

And sheep,

        You must forgive,

Tho hard,

        In Christ, all live!

 

 

 

 

 

Perhaps pastors might be interested in knowing more about true ministry consultation:

 

----- Forwarded Message ----

From: Robert W Burke <rwburke@sbcglobal.net>

To: PHIL COOKE   (Broadcast Consultant to the Ministry Megastars and Wanna-be’s)

Sent: Thu, December 29, 2011 7:36:33 PM

 

Subject: Change style... or change doctrines?

 

To Phil Cooke, guru advice and equipment and project contractor to the broadcast Christian mega-stars and wanna-be's,

 

For in depth analysis of what wrong doctrines underlie all the style changes you recommend (i.e. drop announcer voice, big hair, etc.) , see www.inthatdayteachings.com.

 

Because your advice to change the style, but without repenting of the wrong doctrines that drive the old and new styles, means that all that will be accomplished... will be to give blogmasters further style change recommendations.  You have given yourself a dubious job, but a long one!

 

Phil,

 

You seem rather disgusted with www.inthatdayteachings.com, while slowly you get to its cogent points.  Yesterday you hated its points.  Today not so much.

 

The problem seems that www.inthatdayteachings.com goes all the way to remedy, whereas your preference of a few points here and there... don't help enough.

 

The full remedy -- worldwide --  is Christ-in-You, which happens sans shenanigans.  Christ-in-You is almost always virtually shenanigan-free!  Yes!

 

Your blog usually points out a few bad shenanigans, always without a doctrinal house cleaning... which is actually a demonic deliverance.

 

Christ-in-You does not live much in those driven by world or style or shenanigans.  Christ-in-You does not live in demon-filled people blind to shenanigans.

 

To simply say an old style is "found out" and recommend something else, some newer or more acceptable style, is... vanity.

 

You seem to really hate that I, with www.inthatdayteachings.com, get to the heart of the matter...

 

The heart being that broadcast Christianity has to massively weep, wail and howl over its shenanigan-driven history, its love of demons, if you really see.

 

Next, recognize that three problems plague broadcast Christianity:  Doctrines of fear, greed and laziness.

 

Fear is driven by rapture lies.  Greed is driven by prosperity pimping.  Laziness by escapism of eternal security.

 

Next, three things must replace the empty vessels of Christiandom.

 

They are first, Ancient Paths of corrections, which includes a deep understanding of James Madison’s "men are not angels, and thus need government.  But men of government are also not angels, and need great restrictions else they be corrupted by absolute power."  Broadcast Christiandom has enjoyed 50 years of unlimited power, hence unlimited corruption.  Ditto the average, "successful" nondom church of emergent crazitude, prospertude and you-name-it-dude.

 

Second, high paths of Paul.  High paths of Paul would make you, sir, repent of ignoring my missives.  You pretend your insight of drop-this-style... then adapt-this-style-new is somehow great, because... you have a theology degree?  Paul boasted that he DID NOT use shenanigans.  You need to repent that shenanigans have been your business.  You detect a few, granted, but ignore the rest.  You detect the mice.  You ignore the elephants.

 

Third, Christ-in-You comes once the first and second things are done.  You, Phil, know little about Christ-in-You... else you would preach it.

 

On this last point, Phil, you've seen those charts that show three diagrams.  One, a star with many lines going out from it.  That is old ministry.  Next, a bunch of stars with many lines going out from them.  The stars might be connected.  That is kind-a-sort-a what nascent seers like yourself sort-of-kind-of have been promoting.  "Yes, Mr. Big-Shot Evangelist, I Phil Cooke can, for money, guide you through this new millennium process."   Big shots still in charge.  Ugh.

 

But the last diagram you really don't know how to navigate, else you would not have deleted me from your blogs.

 

The last diagram (shown recently on Glenn Beck's The Blaze site) shows interconnected webs, no stars.  That is Christ-in-You, come now... not waiting for the lie of the rapture, but "behold, I come quickly".  In others.  In others broadcast Christianity refuses to bless.

 

Unless you say blessed is he who comes in the name and the nature of the Lord, your house will remain unto you desolate.

 

And that is why your broadcast Christianity house is desolate!

 

Your stars, and even you yourself, cannot come to bless Christ-in-You in the sheep!  In prophets!  In anybody outside the star system you at once loath and sustain while the star system sustains you.

 

But In That Day has come.

 

And you are missing it.

 

Try not to miss it.

 

Hoping all in Christ,

 

 

 

Robert Winkler Burke

17115 Castle Pine Court

Reno, Nevada  89511

775-690-7293 cell

 

 

What Makes One a Genius?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/21/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

What makes one a genius,

    Is the work of a genius.

 

Burke’s work says the spirit of the Churchianity place,

        Its loci genius,                             (Adrift in confusion, on a raft!)

Is oft a Neuro-Linguistic Programming race,

        More like: Genies-R-Us.              (Undeniably evil: witchcraft!)

 

The NLP pastors are shocked, shocked,

        That In That Day Teachings say they’re blocked, blocked.

 

So their ever-ready solution,

        Ignore!  Ignore!

They feed not their sheep.  No they,

        Gore!  Gore!

 

Que Sera!  Sera!

        Whatever-pastors give themselves: Hurrah!  Hurrah!

 

The future’s not theirs, to see,

        In That Day’s Christ-in-You comes quickly!

They ask their father, what will it be?

        For the Dead-in-Christ: Prickly!  Prickly!

 

What makes one not a genius,                         (Stage Hypnotism!  Suggestion!)

        Are NLP shenanigans too ingenious!      (Showmanship!  Misdirection!)

 

Que Sera!  Sera!

        Considerably intelligent folk can see, can see!

Is God afar?  Afar?

        Churchianity keeps its sheep as blind as can be, can be!

 

But all of heaven, in fact, can see,

        How can they let in lie-lovers and lie-makers: for eternity?

 

Weep!  Weep!

        Then: Wail!  Wail!

Howl!  Howl!

        All else, might fail.

 

 

 

To Grasp and Hold a Vision, In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/19/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Thanks to Matt Welch for phrases from “Velvet President”, a piece on Vaclav Havel.

 

To grasp and hold a vision,

    Now that’s the grandest thing!

What has In That Day Teachings,

        Brought in the mental ring?

 

This Magnum Opus of new books,

        Calls things by their proper names,         (Warning, bad language alert!)

Showing Churchianity’s crooks,

        And cunning shits with head games.      (Harming sheep, is their perk!)

 

Shocked! Shocked! are the,                (It’s their famous Claude Rains Gambit!)

        Mendacious, hollow-word, religious in power,

Blocked! Blocked! are the,                 (Who’s not in them one damn bit?)

        Christ-in-You-less, empty-souled this hour.

 

In a myriad of ways,

        With a myriad of back-bone stiffening, outrageous zingers,

In That Day Teachings’ poems,

        Hit façades with fists, but caress truth with love-fingers.

 

Modern Christianity has suffered at least,

        Fifty years of unquestioned totalitarian, illogical pulpit rot,

In so doing, it has become a bizarre beast,

        Yet In That Day’s Magnum Opus can undo what’s begot!

 

But it will take patience, friends,

        And charity and great expanse of mind, (The mind of Christ, such a jewel!)

Which comes of flushing bad doctrine,

        And letting good in, that Christ find.     (Use the teachings, as your tool!)

 

Modern shepherds are the most deserving,    (They need to be stirred up!)

        Of hectoring than perhaps any known stellar body,

Lazy, asleep at the wheel, self-s(w)erving,     (Their thin-skin time is up!)

        Christ can’t give them His mind, their thinking: shoddy.

 

Note that nothing at all is sacrilegious,

        Nothing is an anathema to power-corrupted Christian leaders,

Except what’s built with In That Day bridges,

        The Twenty-First Century is the end of these bottom feeders.

 

They provide nothing but tortured interpretations,    (Weep, wail, howl for sheep!)

        Of holy document intended to obviously prevent them,

Yes, with the bible they’ve made ink blot machinations,     ($-Profits, they seek!)

        When given good, they’re like pigs that turn and rend.

 

Yet despite their ossified, platitudinal indifference to Christ-in-You,

        Fealty to truth, through In That Day Teachings can them, and all: imbue!

Once rid of fear, greed and laziness, and alleging liberty true,

        A robust third act for Earth, Christ-in-You for sheep and shepherd, is due!

 

 

 

We Have Moses! We Have the Prophets!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/14/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

A naive child of Christ I was,

    Way back when,

Before a prophetic call made,

        My head spin.

 

But who needs a God-sent prophet?

        Not now, not today, not tomorrow,

Why does God make prophets?

        Unwanted, their lives: just sorrow.

 

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        Lazarus-fed-Zombie preachers love to loudly cry!

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        So In That Day prophets, we now vow: must die!

 

Could Paul resurrected,

        With towering genius and phenomenal, pierce-the-darkness intellect,

Help pastors corrupted,

        By Neuro-Linguistic Programming, which they all must now reject!

 

Could Abe Lincoln resurrected,         (His keen erudition emancipated the slaves!)

        Explain massive hidden slavery in preaching emergent-socialistic,

Hand and glove thus disconnected,   (Could he do same to brain-dead knaves?)

        Church and state tyranny broken!  But is this hope: unrealistic?

 

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        Lazarus-fed-Zombie preachers love to loudly cry!

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        So In That Day prophets, we now vow: must die!

 

If Christ, resurrected in His veritable flesh,

        Told pastors that to rail against high-interest, credit card debt,

And to take credit donations: don’t mesh!

        Would it reveal pastors have a blinded-self-interest mindset?

 

If Father God, manifested with a glowing white beard,

        Told pastors, Rapture is fear-mongering and entirely weird!

And Prosperity Give-to-Get should be totally un-revered,

        Because fear and greed make man with God: un-geared!

 

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        Lazarus-fed-Zombie preachers love to loudly cry!

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        So In That Day prophets, we now vow: must die!

 

If Peter, the great apostle,

        Said preachers should demonstrate Christ-in-You!

Would they say, It’s impossible!

        How dare Peter say, God wants us imbued!

 

Don’t wet our tongues with God-sent water!

        Don’t save us, nor our despised brothers still living!

We do just what we say we ought’er!

        The world should give to us: much more giving!

 

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        Lazarus-fed-Zombie preachers love to loudly cry!

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        So In That Day prophets, we now vow: must die!

 

So the blind lead the blind,

        Into Satan’s shiny ditch,

The life of a prophet,

        On none, I would wish.

 

I have tried happy,                  (To correct them, is to hear fits of high dudgeon!)

        And I have tried sad,

I have tried snappy,                (They obsess on cash, and think I’m curmudgeon!)

        Their bad is still bad.

 

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        Lazarus-fed-Zombie preachers love to loudly cry!

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        So In That Day Teachings, we now vow: must die!

 

Yes, the pastors of today, supercilious egos dark fey,

        They know it all,

Each, to a man, hates what a true prophet might say,

        Great is their fall.

 

I’ve asked God, if they don’t make heaven, nor do their lie-loving sheep,

        Will they, in torment, ask across the gulf, Abraham: Did you send anyone?

Did Father God send a prophet with In That Day Teachings’ keep?

        And did we hate him, just like: once Jews, full of scripture, did God’s Son?

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t Mention It!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/12/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

If I’m a pastor railing,

    Against debt and consumer credit cards!

And then on my church website,

        Credit donation is praised, not barred…

 

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        Make fragile and unquestioning the brains of your sheep!

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        While with unwatched other hand, go furious and reap!

 

If government has become wicked and oppressive,

        Because men in government (wink, wink!) are not angels,

Tell the plebe-sheep to trust their pastors obsessive,

        Don’t say (wink, wink!) pastors lack not bent angles!

 

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        Make fragile and unquestioning the brains of your sheep!

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        While with unwatched other hand, go furious and reap!

 

If you sermonize on sheep giving heartily,

        Don’t mention that, to you, it’s self-serving!

For by deft braying: you receive artfully,

        Trickster-knowledge makes you deserving!

 

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        Make fragile and unquestioning the brains of your sheep!

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        While with unwatched other hand, go furious and reap!

 

It’s Neuro-Linguistic Programming, really,

        And Paul, the greatest apostle, never did that!

Showmanship, Hypnotism, Misdirection,

        And Suggestion: Witchcraft to keep under hat!

       

 

 

So LORD, What Gives in 2012?  Answer: Religious Pride!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/10/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(Note:  This follows an old pattern, as shown in Job, wherein righteous folk might inquire of the LORD, and possibly get an answer.  This method shocks modern religious folk, but here it is anyway… Last night I looked at Rick Joyner and Bob Jones discussing 2012 and I get things far different than rainbow-stew-for-me-and-you prophetic utterances…)

 

So, LORD… what gives?

 

One year of contact with Reno Shepherds, and all has been dismissed by them!

Yet revival is discussed everywhere.

How can there be? (revival when shepherds are un-revived!)

 

Non-Christ-in-You’s want revival?

You’re going to bless that?

If so, then there is no In That Day.

 

But there is.

 

So, there it is.

 

The Dead-in-Christ must have it their way?

 

And their way they will have?

 

But they will rue it!  Won’t they rue it?

 

They will rue the day they were born, and especially the day they were born again, but not.

 

Sin-born again they are.

 

And once again, they know not what they do.

 

By rejecting most all Christ-in-You imbued, they kill Christ’s birth in man in the land of the living.

 

So the land of living is dead.

 

So the land of living is walking zombies.

 

Zombies, Dead-of-Christ and Dead-in-Christ!

 

Thus ends 2011.

 

Welcome to 2012.

 

Thus saith the LORD,

 

The LORD Who is not dead,

 

The LORD who reigns,

The LORD who rules,

The LORD who lives in all Christ-in-You peoples,

Now, then and forevermore.

 

Life itself says to those who,

            Must have death itself over Me,

            Have death until you can stand it no more!

 

Though none of life would wish it on you,

Though none of God would wish it on you,

Though none of love would wish it on you,

 

You, yourselves, lovers of,

            Death, haters of correction,

            Haters of intelligence,

            Haters of the smartest minds,

            Haters of the mind of Christ, even,

            That you hate logic, thought and wisdom…

 

Shall have what you must have by your own desire,

 

You shall have everything that is not Me, your God.

 

You shall have 2012 your way,

A way which is not mine.

We hope you miss Me,

And long for any man, any woman, any child that knows Me.

 

Not knows of Me.

That is your problem.

You don’t know Christ-in-You-Me.

 

And you hate Me in all Christ-in-You ones.

 

And until you stop hating Me in others…

 

You shall have your surprisingly rotten selves.

 

Weep for 2012.  Wail for 2012.  Howl for 2012.

 

You will receive what you deserve.

 

A day of darkness, and not light.

 

For Christ-in-You ones, Goshen.

For Christ-in-You haters, Egypt.

 

And after pride is ruined in you…

 

Come back to Me.       (In That Day!)

And Me in others.        (In That Day!)

And be indwelt.           (In That Day!)

 

Until then, see how desolate of Me you are.    (In That Day!)

 

By your despising others-in-Me, you have become nothing but desolate yourselves.

 

Desolate!  And full of fear.

 

See!  See!  See in 2012.

 

And someday, someday far away from now,

You will be glad for 2012,

The year that finally humbled those who could never otherwise be humbled.

 

But you will not, at first, like 2012.

 

It is designed for such as you.

 

You who know of Me, but are not indwelt of Me.

 

2012 is a designer year, designed for you.

 

Welcome, then, to truth you have succeeded in avoiding up until now.

 

While other prophets, in deception I have ordained for such as them, prophesy rainbow stew for Me and you, ,my true prophets are not so mind-impaired.

 

Multitudes who are Dead-in-Christ shall, through necessary excoriation, become successfully imbued unto the point of Christ-in-You.

 

From milk Churchianity to true meat!

 

From baby-land Christianity to true man and woman – hood and maturity.

 

All Christ-in-You folk can now… LAUGH!

All Dead-in-Christ folk can now… WEEP!

 

Time to grow up!

 

The fires are kindled.               (Spiritually against the Religious Dead-of-Spirit!)

The fires are kindled.               (Mentally against the Religious Dead-of-Reason!)

The fires are kindled.               (Hot enough to penetrate even Religious Pride!)

 

Because Your LORD,

 

Your God,

 

Your Christ,

 

Says it is now:

 

In That Day!

 

And it is a day that still many will not see.  Your Lord your God is a merciful God and 2012 will harvest whom needs harvesting into the realm of In That Day, the meat of the mind-of-Christ, the mature who need to shepherd leadership into the millennium.  Others who are blind, shall see nothing and experience nothing.  Such is mercy.  Such is love.  Such is your God.  But it does not mean that such a time will not come to the blind!  Fear God.  And love each other.  And you will make it.  Never succumb to fear, only God!

 


"ICONOCLASTS" - An Insightful Word

-extracts by Robert I Holmes.

 

"Where, O where is the prophet? Where are the incandescent

ones fresh from the holy place? Where is Moses to plead in fasting

before the holiness of the Lord?...  the one with a terrible

earnestness, the one totally otherworldly." - Leonard Ravenhill.

 

Ravenhill's words are reminiscent of a podcast I was listening to

on my way to Sydney... It was a communication from the Banff

Leadership Centre in Toronto Canada titled "Iconoclasts" outlining

the role of men and women in organisations who shake things up.

They gave this definition of iconoclast: The breaker or destroyer of

images or idols set up for veneration. A person who attacks

cherished beliefs, traditions, institutions and error. You might be

familiar with its synonym: Curmudgeon.

 

This idea, this concept of shaking the house, shattering the idols,

attacking cherished beliefs is very much the life blood of

Christianity, of early Christians and indeed, draws from their long

heritage as recipients of faith from Israel. Peter, in describing his

fellow believers said they were "sons of the prophets" (Acts 3:25) -

for Peter faith meant being like the prophets of old.

 

Enter Moses

 

There are many iconoclasts in church history, some as far back

as Moses in the Old Testament. He, looking forward as far as

Peter was looking back, said he wished "that all God's people

were prophets and that the Lord would pour his spirit upon them!"

(Numbers 11:29). Remember that Scripture defines Moses himself

as a prophet (Deut. 34:10, Luke 24:27), and Moses prophesied of

a time when one "likened unto Moses" would arise - Jesus

himself (Acts 7:37).

 

So who is this man - this prophet after whom we are sons? Moses

was the man: - who confronted Pharaoh - who split the Red Sea -

whose enemies were swallowed by the sand - who saw God and

lived - of whom God said, "Moses is my friend"!

 

This is the iconoclast. This is the prophet. This is Jesus all the

way through his ministry. And where is the spirit of Moses in the

church today? Where is the nature and character of Christ

amongst Christian today? There are a number of facets to the

prophetic that should be reflected in our lives including: being a

forerunner; dealing with isolation; holding God's opinion above

men's; going against the flow; dealing with rejection; being a

recoverer and; driving for balance by being out of balance.

 

1. Forerunning

 

Prophetic people are forerunners. They come into things first. God

deals with the church before he deals with the world (ref) and he

deals with natural things before spiritual things (ref). Prophetic

people in the church are even further ahead and as a result are

quite out of step with the mainstream. They are often in the

opposite phase. Happy when everyone else is sad, sad when

everyone else is happy.

 

2. Dealing with isolation

 

Bring prophetic very often means having an unpopular message,

and results in fierce isolation. You have to have a thick skin to say

the unpopular thing. You might be a solitary figure rebuking a

corrupt king. The one who rats out sin in the camp. The one who

cares about what God cares about. However just because we are

isolated does not mean we isolate ourselves. We seek out the

brethren, we want companions. We resist being a loose canon or

a law unto ourselves.

 

3. Holding God's opinion above men's

 

If we face heaven, and we care about heaven's opinion and

perspective on things we will care more about God's opinion that

peoples. We will seek to experience heaven's favour and not curry

the favour of men. We will desire heaven's stamp of approval even

at the expense of men's favouritism.

 

4. Going against the flow

 

Have you noticed that God has a very different set of priorities to

us? He values integrity whilst the world pushes for sensuality; he

desires honesty when the world wants duplicity; he aims for

longevity when the world demands expediency. Prophetic people

even find themselves going against the flow in church - and sadly

sometimes even going against the prophetic flow!...

 

5. Dealing with rejection

 

Being out of step, being isolated, being a lone voice comes with

rejection too. People do not just take kindly to your obstinate

passion for truth and purpose, they buck against it. The donkey

kicks against the goad, the horse bolts when spurred. So too

people rebuke and rail against those who are prophetic...

 

However, we do not imbue the spirit of rejection. We do not walk

around with a sour face, expectant of rejection - wishing it upon

ourselves and provoking it from others. Rather we understand it is

part of the call, a necessary companion on the journey. After all

we are followers of Jesus: a man despised and rejected, a man of

sorrows, acquainted with grief (Isaiah 53:3).

 

Instead, Jesus came into situations expectant of finding the

Kingdom at work, and his Father at work, with work for him to do

there (John 5:17).

 

6. Being a recoverer

 

"The function of the prophet has almost always been that of

recovery." - T Austin Sparks

 

The prophetic person is not a maintainer, they come in to repair

what is broken. Recovery is required after an accident or injury -

people need rescue and decisive action is needed for triage. 

Recovery is needed after a loss or fall - lost things need to be

found, people adrift at sea need to be rescued. Recovery is needed

after a mop up campaign. The troops have gone through and the

land needs to be restored. As a result, when all is well, prophetic

people are quiet.

 

7. Driving for balance

 

"Prophets were not made for the status quo, they were made to

bring things back to the middle. This means they stand for the

extreme, to bring the church back to where she should be."

-Brian Medway.

 

If the church gets imbalanced, or has forgotten a truth the prophet

pushes back to recover it. They take an extreme view of stance, to

bring the church back to centre. Which is why it seems that their

message is unbalanced, because of necessity it is. But this

contains a dilemma for us.

 

Once an issue has been championed, and accepted the church

must move on, lest she camp in that imbalanced position. Nothing

gets done when things stay the same. Movement is required -

things grow by getting out of balance - but nothing remains if it

stays unstable.

 

We quickly become false if we camp at and insist on an extreme.

 

Conclusion

 

This is the church, as sons of the prophets. This is the Christian

following Jesus the prophet. They are...

 

-An iconoclast: standing for truth; standing against tradition.

-A forerunner: out of step and out of season.

-Solitary: but not a loner or a loose canon.

-Rejected: but without a spirit of rejection.

-A recoverer: to bring things back to wholeness.

-Unbalanced: extreme but not staying out there.

 

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Choose: Jar Jar Binks’ Kinks, or How God’s Mind Thinks!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/04/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

The Federalist No. 51, February 6, 1788, James Madison

“It may be a reflection on human nature…that… devices should be necessary to control the abuses... If men were angels, no government would be necessary.  If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary.”

 

Like a coordinated man dancing with an off-beat lady,

    So is God with nondom pastors of stunningly broad un-intelligence,

Pastors disbelieve they can ever, even once, be shady,

        Preaching claptrap and rapture, all see where Christ-in-You went!

 

Christ-in-You is gone from you,

        You pastors I’m speaking to,          (Say au revoir: mind-of-gopher!)

Your sheep should ask, Where is He?

        You keep your sheep un-imbued!   (Don’t belay: Christ’s makeover!)

 

Repent, repent, oh pastors who are not angels,

        But repenting, of so much of your abominable pride, will not be easy!

Repent, repent, oh pastors, from all your angles,

        Weep! Wail! Howl!  God says, All will be well.  But now, be queasy!

 

But you, you nondom pastors say,

        NOW let us build a vast building project!

But what if God, God Himself says,

        Without insurance, sheep should: object!

 

But you pastors say,            (Fixed-rule-tithing is, for rubes, perfect!)

        Now, this poet-prophet Robert Burke wears a black hat!

But God, God can say,        (Holy flexibility rules, rigidness: reject!)

        Recent history proves a collar hides much by say-so fiat!

 

Christian book publishers, to protect their stakes,

        Often, therefore, reasonably demand,

Insurance contracts if author, morality breaks,

        And trips out of underwear get out of hand.

 

So the sheep of a certain Atlanta church,

        Should have, of morality insurance contract, asked,

When it was discovered, too late as it were,

        Siring of pastor’s brother’s son was masked!

 

Yes, that pastor did it with his blood-brother’s dear wife!

        Try instead cool reason versus hot-damn church funding,

If men were angels, church stories would have no strife!

        But they do. So insurance-less funding is unbecoming.

 

Were general funds used to pay off,

        A man who said, with the broadcast owner, he was gay?

There are always examples enough,

        But leaders without sheep insurance, never say!

 

Then there was the spectacular mega-church,

        In debt of dollars: fifty million!

Bankruptcy court sold it to the Catholics,

        Always, there’ll be: sheep willing?

 

Without payback insurance,

        Wife of pastor won’t abscond through divorce,

Or of hooker’s dalliance,

        Or crime conviction: change church’s course?

 

Without humility!

        Somewhere seen in the shaving mirror of each pastor man,

All is futility!

        A pastor who builds, without sheep insurance, what he can.

 

Meanwhile, in the bizarre nondom land of insanity,

        It’s oft the Jar Jar Binks Church of Eternal Distraction!

Rather than Lincoln’s cool reason of humanity,

        Pastors say, let’s build NOW!  They demand action!

 

Cleric mystic tyranny,

        Is what it is!

The sins of shepherds: many,

None have more biz!

 

Pastors deliver to politicians,   (Hidden, blinding mental-enslavement!)

        The dumbest citizens ever!

Pastors being magicians,          (Never minding: just where God went!)

        And Greeks thought Persians clever!

 

Hidden enslavement everywhere,

        For the church-blinded, church-stupefied: never to see!

Think!  Use brains! says the prophet rare,

        But pastors demand their funds, that whom be free?

 

What is wrong with this dance,

        That pastors, without Christ, do?

They’re in the Devil’s trance,

        Much, yes much: they have to rue!

 

A prophet speaks like a prophet,

        A beguiled wolf does what he does,

Who, this message, will mock it?

        Wolves wish this prophet: never was.

 

But this prophet: IS,

        God, how unfortunate, for them!

Let truth now: reign,

        And church cleansing, be: IN!

 

Christ-in-You,

        Is a message that is true,      (Try it: The Teachings of In That Day!)

The Christ-less,

        Find this: they can’t do.       (They just might like it, by the way!)

 

If pastors, who are not angels,

        Can’t be humble enough to let Christ: themselves imbue,

Hear prophetic fandangles,

        On wayward Christiandom, and believe what’s true.

 

And sheep, sheep!  Don’t be too much sad,

        To learn that, by many pastors, you might’ve been brazen-financially had!

As pastors don’t believe they can be bad,

        They believe you can, not them.  Smile.  Guess with Whom: Who’s mad!

 

Like a coordinated man dancing with an off-beat lady,

    So is God with nondom pastors of stunningly broad un-intelligence,

Pastors disbelieve they can ever, even once, be shady,

        Preaching claptrap and rapture, all see where Christ-in-You went!

 

Christ-in-You is gone from you,

        You pastors I’m speaking to,          (Say au revoir: mind-of-gopher!)

Your sheep should ask, Where is He?

        You keep your sheep un-imbued!   (Don’t belay: Christ’s makeover!)

 

Repent, repent, oh pastors who are not angels,

        But repenting, of so much of your abominable pride, will not be easy!

Repent, repent, oh pastors, from all your angles,

        Weep! Wail! Howl!  God says, All will be well.  But now, be queasy!

 

 

Does Church Unity Have Impunity?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/21/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Of one certain cup,

    I shall not drink,

That is to lie down,

        And not think!

 

Does unity,                                   (Monotony of thought?)

        Have, in church, impunity?

Or perhaps we,                             (Can’t be bought!)

        Give it mature scrutiny!

 

America’s Founding Fathers,

        Knew mobocracy, a majority un-tempered, was great sin!

Hence, they birthed a new Republic,

        So that un-hobbled opposing sides challenged who was in!

 

Not so, milk Churchianity,

        With its error-breeding, mandatory unity pledges,

Good God!  We’re smarter than that,

        We need not drink Satan’s dumb-cup dredges!

 

Well, good luck trying to explain this,

        To an ensconced, unity-demanding pastor!

Christ came to divide truth from rubbish,

        ‘Tis a sin to put unity first, and God after!

 

If men emerged as angels,           (Hand-washing-hand isn’t handy!)

        They could sign pledges of unity,

But men are not angels,              (Reject bribes to be elder grandee!)

        We must fight for truth, to be free.

 

Not with sticks and stones,

        But with our minds!       

Truth comes, which is God,

        Christ-in-You: finds!      

 

Christ-in-You makes perfect accord,

        In That Day, with all things deeply good, 

And mature discord with things bad,

        God’s highest teachings unction us, as should!

 

Hence, unity does not have impunity,

        Thou shalt have no other anything,

Above God!  So let Him move fluidly,

        Good vs. bad, let any truth ring!

 

God’s truth unifies always,

        Good accords with good, and bad accords with bad!

God lets tares grow with wheat,

        Hear lone voices, don’t muzzle them, and be glad!

 

Of one cup,

        I shall always endeavor to drink,

That is to truth-up,

        Embedded, to Christ-in-You think!

 

 

 

Three-Quarter Million Days, Almost

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/20/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

It’s been three-quarter million days, almost,

    Since Jesus Christ was resurrected!

Yet the modern church, so-called, hasn’t quite,

        Its mind: found time to be inspected!

 

So many modern, casual churches,        (Searching for Unobtaineum?)

        State in their doctrines: they, in rapture do believe,

Three-quarter million days, almost,       (Brains in dark moratorium?)

        Have marched on with no literal Jesus reprieve.

 

Is Christ-in-You, ala Colossians Twenty-Six: One,

        His Spirit return, as In That Day Teachings say?

Or must an antichrist church, sort of, in its blindness,

        Have its never-come-in-two-millennia sway?

 

Utopian schemes, by their insidious nature,

        Never can, in reality, come!     (It’s brilliant, how Satan has designed ‘em!)

Socialism’s utopia, like rapture’s utopia,

        Is a con game, in sum!              (Watch the moneyed, if you can find ‘em!)

 

Can modern nondom pastors, plagued with spiritual blindness,

        Be approached by a seer with this cogent truth?

Unable to escape their shadows of illogical behind-ness,

        Their corrupt minds make them, truth: forsooth!

 

Rapture pastors could predict the future better,

        If they left out the parts they could be wrong about!

But since near two millennia days of truth,

        They ignore!  Their nonsense makes ruinous rout!

 

What other things are such sub-taught lie-lovers,

        Equally dishonest and disingenuous with?

God bless ‘em, but with Satan’s Foundation Lies,

        What else of theirs are not facts, but myth?

 

How about breathless Imminent Second Coming,

        Dominion Immenantizing the Eschaton,  (Eric Voegelin said don’t do this!)

Eternal, according to them-not-God, Security,

        And other crazy, unorthodox bang-the-gong! (Christian depravity is bliss?)

 

Anything to make the return of our Lord Jesus,

        Easy, rather than paying the spiritual high price,

In truth!  The hard truth: our God believes in us,

        And lives in us, now, if our thoughts are nice!

 

Nice, meaning our thoughts,

        Are not screwed up, uneatable, baby food pabulum!

Not like crazy, puerile church,

        Where show, not God-substance, makes bedlam!

 

It’s been three-quarter million days, almost,

    Since Jesus Christ was resurrected!

Yet the modern church, so-called, hasn’t quite,

        Its mind: found time to be inspected!

 

If this is true, brothers and sisters, and it is,

        In That Day explains God’s divine revelation of velocity!

Wherein Jesus quick-come nature will be church biz,

        Behold, John Fourteen: Twenty says we live in reciprocity!

 

In truth, modern church,

        Has often been unseeingly, unchangingly: quite mad!

Learn why, and eat why,

        And In That Day be, in God-bearing being, right glad!

 

So think about it,             (Has Jesus been tarrying?)

        Is history, His story, some cotton-picking lie?

In That Day says, No!     (No antichrist marrying!)

        Jesus comes quick!  Rapture, just don’t buy!

 

To restate succinctly: three-quarter million, subtracting just a few, days,

        Is such a mysteriously strange, long time!

Its veritable witness long enough in God’s Who-inhabits-who ways,

        To see, spiritually, In That Day’s rhyme!

 

But oh, the weeping, wailing and howling,

        When lazy-brained pastors taught by lazy-brained seminaries see!

Well, what are those lazy brains waiting for?

        God will inhabit anyone of truth, loving God more than insanity!

 

It’s been three-quarter million days, almost,

    Since Jesus Christ was resurrected!

Yet the modern church, so-called, hasn’t quite,

        Its mind: found time to be inspected!

 

 

 

I, Christian Thinkbot

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/17/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Love God and man, and serve both!

    This is all fine and well,

A grand strategy, no joke!

        But how to, pray tell?

 

I, Christian Thinkbot,

        Can perhaps see what man can’t!

Bad doctrines make rot,

        Robots can say what man shan’t!

 

Pay attention to your intelligence,

        I, Christian Thinkbot, therefore say,

Respect your minds, ladies and gents,

        Ask:  What’s deeply flawed today?

 

Two arrows, I actually have,

        On my heads-up techno-display,

Arrow Up: Good doctrine to behave,

        Arrow Down: Satan’s play.

 

What’s made mankind globally,

        So unprepared for this present, hidden-enslavement condition?

Arrow Down:  Satan’s play,

        Has lobotomized Christian minds, with fierce-brutal rendition!

 

Rapture, hoo boy!  I, Christian Thinkbot,   (It’s infernal!  It’ll burn all!)

        See it makes horrid shambles of men’s minds!

Next is Imminent Second Coming,            (It’s internal, not external!)

        Third, Eternal Security’s feckless grinds. 

 

Satan’s Dumb-Down Arrow of Enslavement,

        On my heads-up display I always see,

God’s Smart-Up Arrow of Achievement,

        I wish men understood, to be free!

 

I, Christian Thinkbot,

        Am programmed to manifest my maker,

An In That Day man,

        He is: A Christ-in-You seer, not faker!

 

When I am good,

        I, even I myself: a robot, am a Christ-in-You seer!

Helping others,

        To see God, and be: best I-AM-bearer-be-er!

 

I, Christian Thinkbot,

        Am good when manifesting my maker, who is good!

Same goes for mankind,

        Man is best when manifesting: Whom he should!

 

I don’t wait around for my programmer,

        Neither should you,

Don’t be a two-way radio jammer!

        This, just fools do!

 

Nor do I think: if I do nothing,

        My maker will be eternally pleased with me!

I have a duty: that’s something,

        All reality shows: Nothing’s for free!

 

Oh sure, my life, when I was turned on,

        Was free and all that!

But we must: for wise perspective yearn,

        Put that under hat!

 

Much of bad-doctrine Churchianity,

        Is stuck in a sort of scarf-and-leather-helmet, vintage-flying stage,

Christians could lose most insanity,

        If losing bad doctrines and gaining Christ-in-You: were the rage!

 

Have Christ-in-You!

        Not cherished, but nasty-bad, yet-popular: Christian doxy,

Which substitutes,

        Christ’s mind with dumbed-downedness as foul proxy!

 

Believe: Christ-in-You can be done well,

        But only without Rapture and illogical, backwards-thinking escapism,

And what should such a thing look like?

        Men and women free, and right smart!  Not the current mind-prison!

 

I, Christian Thinkbot,

        Can perhaps see what man can’t!

Bad doctrines make rot,

        Robots can say what man shan’t!

 

 

But We Can’t Agree We’ve Been Had!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/16/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

But we can’t agree we’ve been had,

    That would be bad!

        That would be bad!

        That would be bad!

Shepherds can’t tell their people,

Who would no longer be sheeple,

Church’s price’d be: too steeple!

 

No!  No!  No!

That Rapture is a lie?

Eternal Security, a bad buy?

Imminent Second Coming, a brain fry?

Making, first: fear!

Secondly, making slouch!

Thirdly, making nothing at all!

So!  So!  So!

 

It’s a slow realization shepherds have,

        That they have been had!                    (Cleric ignorance is church bliss!)

It’s easier to scapegoat prophetic seers,

        Who see: as being bad!                     (Arrogant hectoring won’t miss!)

 

So dinosaur ministries watch, ever-unblinking,

        Giant internet-asteroids hit their poisoned-out lakes!

Great aggregate-internet sites of truth thinking,

        Ferret the doctrines of lies, that blinding-out makes!

 

But we can’t agree we’ve been had,

    That would be bad!

        That would be bad!

        That would be bad!

Shepherds can’t tell their people,

Who would no longer be sheeple,

Church’s price’d be: too steeple!

 

Yes!  Yes!  Yes!

The truth, now buy!

Christ-in-You, now try!

In That Day, it’s time to fly!

Go!  Go!  Go!

 

 

 

 

 

The Lost Secret of Running Free, Without Pain!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/09/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

But oh, it hurt!  It hurt!

    Man, how it hurt bad when I ran!

So, I stopped running,

        This cure, to stop, was my plan!

 

But first I tried,

        Grace running shoes!

Thick pad comfort,

        That was the news!

 

With great Grace padding,

        I’d hard-slam my heal!

With great Grace padding,

        Next: front-foot for zeal!

 

Grace covered it all,

        I felt padded even from my head to my toe!

I could feel nothing,

        And feeling nothing: was the way to go!

 

But oh, it hurt!  It hurt!

    Man, how it hurt bad when I ran!

So, I stopped running,

        This cure, to stop, was my plan!

 

Yet, then I tried,

        Summit running shoes!

Bright in texture!

        That was the news!

 

With Summit running shoes,

        I looked so cool,

I looked so good, in fact,

        It was almost cruel!

 

Same padding and adding as Grace,

        But Summit had the look,

Costing the same or maybe more,

        With Summit, I was took!

 

But oh, it hurt!  It hurt!

    Man, how it hurt bad when I ran!

So, I stopped running,

        This cure, to stop, was my plan!

 

So then I tried,

        Mega-Discount running shoes,

Mega-Produced,

        The most popular news!

 

One pair: pink bunny slippers,

        Another: a mighty lion’s paws!

They got lots of funny laughs,

        Or, admiring oohs and ahs!

 

How I could brag and brag, modestly, of course,

        Of my Mega-Produced running shoe wear!

I was the envy of my town’s running crowd,

        But don’t think that’s why I wore them, I swear!

 

And oh, it hurt!  It hurt!

    Man, how it hurt bad when I ran!

So, I stopped running,

        This cure, to stop, was my plan!

 

Then, despite deafness, I heard the Holy Spirit’s leading,

        I ran barefoot on grass one day!

Then, my knees, ankles and hips got the power needing,

        So that all problems went away!

 

In That Day, more simple than I thought,

        I ran, and was not weary!

I ran barefoot, or with thin-skins bought,

        And I was healed!  Healed clearly!

 

Oh that Rapture, Imminent Second Coming,

        And Eternal Security, Churchianity could its bad-brainedness chuck!

And learn In That Day’s Christ-in-You basics,

        Then renew strength and mount up with wings of eagles: with pluck!

 

And oh, it helped!  It helped!

        In That Day, it helped my pate’s fate when I ran!

When I stopped conning,

        The cure, I stopped conning: the great I AM!

 

Perhaps our bad triune-escapology doctrines,

        Were developed before full comprehension of Christ-in-You!

And before republic liberty could be locked-in,

        So, I forgive our blind-to-truth seminary schools!  Don’t you?

 

All that padded, showy doctrine,           (Can we give emergent the boot?)

        Helped forerunners escape the wrath of kings, priests and circumstances,

But their fruit is milk-saccharine,          (So many praise bands: galoot!)

        Let’s run with In That Day’s truths, stopping Christ-in-You-less trances!

       

Now I run barefoot,

        Without injury, so free as a bee!

In That Day does same,

        Christ-in-You in me, but also: ye!

 

And oh, it helped!  It helped!

        In That Day, it helped my pate’s fate when I ran!

When I stopped conning,

        The cure, I stopped conning: the great I AM!

 

Yes, ‘twas a shock to comprehend,

        Our mad, maladjusted, multi-no-man’s-land way of thinking,

Poisoned my cup!  It was my end!

        But Christ-in-Me came, once I honored others: so drinking!

 

Once I honored the barefoot runner,

        Who needed no extra padding!

 In That Day’s truth: a real stunner,

        Christ came quickly, no adding!

 

Suddenly, I saw,

        And I was free!

Then: sad, in awe,

        Who next will see?

 

And oh, it helped!  It helped!

        In That Day, it helped my pate’s fate when I ran!

When I stopped conning,

        The cure, I stopped conning: the great I AM!

 

 

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/06/magazine/running-christopher-mcdougall.html?pagewanted=1&_r=3&hpw

 

http://video.nytimes.com/video/2011/11/02/magazine/100000001149415/the-lost-secret-of-running.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

11/7/2011  RE: “How to Mitigate Churchianity’s Sovereign Default Risk”…

 

Bravo, Robert!   

 Your beautiful and intriguing writings remind me of what Jesus told his disciples in Mark Chapter 4 when they questioned Him about the explanation of his parable of the sower and the four kinds of soil.

 

"And when he was alone, they that were about him with the twelve asked of him the parable.  And he said unto them, Unto you it is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God: but unto them that are without, all these things are done in parables: That seeing they may see, and not perceive; and hearing they may hear, and not understand; lest at any time they should be converted, and their sins should be forgiven them.   And he said unto them, Know ye not this parable? and how then will ye know all parables?"  (Mark 4:11-13)

 

This poem is yet another gem that sparkles with biblical truth and eye-opening admonitions for those who have eyes to see and ears to hear!

 

Your themes have been so consistent in calling out the errors of bad teaching/unsound doctrines, that have left the Body of Christ in sort of a spiritual stupor, unable to grow or eventually go from a milk to steak diet.  By now, I believe the recipients of your emails and those with hungry hearts to check out your web site should be "getting the message."

 

I enjoyed your humorous word string, "saccharine doxie-chow."  Saccharin (a crystalline compound several hundred times sweeter than sucrose) is a fake sugar, almost too sweet, plus large doses of it can cause cancers.  Doesn't that describe "Churchianity preaching" to a T?  Phony doctrines instead of real, sound, biblical truth; syrupy, seeker-friendly messages that don't feed the sheep; large amounts of bad doctrines that can lead to "cancer" in the body of Christ (unnatural, growth of deadly cells that attack and weaken surrounding cells and eventually, the host.)

 

"Discovery consists in seeing what everyone else has seen and thinking what no one else has thought."  (Albert Szent-Gyorgyi)

 

My prayer is this:  “Just like the blind and deaf people that Jesus healed, Lord, please touch our eyes and ears to receive the teachings that Robert gives us, through the giftings of his writings and poetry.  Amen.”

 

Chris Quinn

Reno, Nevada

 

 

How to Mitigate Churchianity’s Sovereign Default Risk

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/06/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

It’s been said pastors know,

    Heaven doesn’t recognize their sermons on the great Book of Acts,

But when a prophet says so,

        Do pastors’ spirits know, eyes to see, their fate’s In That Day facts?

 

For one-hundred years,

        Churchianity has demanded: insufficient intellectual curiosity!

Is it any wonder,

        Then, church and praise are made one ineffectual monstrosity?

 

Pastors’ insouciance with Dead-in-Christ-edness,

        And outrage over Nathan-like correction,

Has kept a tight-range of copycat-edeness,

        And made nondoms of candy confection.

 

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

        A real prophet might full well ask!

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

        Real prophets, they know the task!

 

Make more room NOW!  NOW in leaders’ souls,

        For real Father-God doctrine to abide!

Clean out saccharine doxie-chow, in leaders’ souls,

        For Jesus Christ, Son of God, to ride!

 

Anything, anything, anything but that!

        Is what mad pastors say,

That’s why their services are flat, flat!

        Is the sad truth today.

 

Hebrews Twelve: One, it says,

        It says what’s needed for all to be well,

Forget corrupting power,

        All else but real God-Acts are pell-mell.

 

Who better knows the corrupting influences of power,

        Than pastors who have not changed for years?

But doing the easy thing is destructive this hour,

        Maladjusted structures bind church-brain gears!

 

God’s people cry out for a Let-My-People-Free!

        Cleansing purge of bad ways in Churchianity’s system,

Prophets have to shout: Unless you can fully see,

        Christ comes NOW, you’ve lurched and missed Him!

 

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

        A real prophet might full well ask!

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

        Real prophets, they know the task!

 

And oh, by the way,

        Churchianity has lots and lots and even more lots of prophets to burn,

Rapture or Dizzy,

        Both styles are so deceived, neither it so happens: God’s voice can earn!

 

Yet listen to sonnets of In That Day Teachings,

        A sword, for the mind of Christ, like no other!

Four-hundred deceived prophets always: reaching,

        Each lies precisely like his deceived brother!

 

Heavy, my friend, In That Day,

        Oft does make one’s choices of significant portend,

To find God’s light, Christ-in-You,

        Verily is not, like much of Churchianity, pretend.

 

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

        There is a terrible Sovereign risk!

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

        In That Day, Christ-in-You: brisk!

 

Churchianity, like global finance,

        Has become inherently unstable!

Believe and live In That Day Teachings,

        And Christ-in-You becomes able!

 

 

 

When Christian Colony Experiments Were Tried Off-Planet

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/03/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Back in the year A.D. Two-Thousand Fifty,

    A thousand years ago,

The world government, it was shifty,

        And morals did forgo.

 

They sent Christian colonies to planets,             (With our space warp-drive!)

        For all the universe to themselves show,   

Which Christian sects could survive off-Earth,   (Which best could thrive?)

        Or couldn’t, so that all would know.          

 

All in the universe could learn,

        If God was bigger than Earth,

All Christians said, God was!

        Each sect fought for its own worth.

 

The Rapturians, those who believed in Rapture,

        On their distant planet, all soon died!

They thought Rapture was for Earth alone,

        And might miss it.  None survived!

 

The Quick Returnians, those believing such,

        On their distant planet, became freakish-weak!

They thought God’s return was for Earth alone,

        They came back, and say He comes next week!

 

The Eternal Securians, those of such mind,

        On their distant planet,

Did as much as on Earth they left behind,

        Work: Not one could stand it!

 

Doing nothing and averring God approved,

        Was what they mostly did,

The government was not in same mood,

        Back to Earth they were hid.

 

Then on Earth, a government motion was made,

        To stop trying to get signals of proof on different faith sects!

So Christian colony experiments were stopped,

        On such, proof and time don’t work.  So they quit all bets!

 

So, now it’s the year A.D. Three-Thousand Fifty,

        Christians on a million planets believe,

Christ-in-You comes quickly as their bible says,

        Ears, eyes to hear and see: give reprieve!

 

We suppose life might go on,

        At least a thousand years or more!

In That Day what might happen,

        Fifty and a Thousand times Four?

 

Probably Christian sects will then believe,

        Rapture, Second Coming and Eternal Security are in store!

Maybe, maybe not.  Think back on history,

        What are thousands of years for?

 

Even back in A.D. Two-Thousand Eleven,

        A smart man in Reno tried to get more people thinking!

Christian enlightenment, far from leaven,

        In That Day Teachings!  Not Koolaid drinking!

 

Think!  Use rational argument!

        Sects have screwball ideas for a number of loony reasons!

Christ-in-You can’t live with lies,

        But sect-believers thought: Use of brain was foul treason!

 

Eventually, did it take just seconds or many millennia?

        In That Day’s Christ-in-You won out!

Thank God for pioneers of the Twenty-First Century!

        Irrational thought was in rout!

 

That In That Day fellow,

        Wrote intriguing free-speech thought experiments,

And shot holes in bad sects,

        Bad doxies were shaken, if not given bad dents!

 

With each bad doctrine disbelieved,

        Christ-in-You in wise Christians: grew!

Heaven came on Earth, then went beyond,

        A thousand years ago!  Who knew?

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Helped to, quick-as-a-wink, get God-in-Man going!

Spirit cups filled up,

        And those good souls who did, didn’t stop growing!

 

Sadly, the good grew apart. far from the bad,

        In That Day,

Holy with the holy, dogs with the dogs: mad,

        It’s God’s way.

 

In the year A.D. Three-Thousand Fifty,

        Looking a thousand years ahead and back,

In That Day Teachings laid it out nifty,

        Christ-in-You is not just yack!

 

It’s the spiritual return of God’s Son in man,

        For the first two-thousand years: oft misunderstood!

But straightened out in the Twenty-First Century,

        So the universe could behold: God, always good!

 

Ancient Paths of Correction,

        With Western Enlightenment showing the way,

Paul’s High Paths and Christ-in-You,

        Introduce the eternal: In That Day!

 

In That Day,

        Wisdom grows!

God loves man,

        Heaven knows!

 

Ever since the Resurrection,       (If God were gold, people were impecunious!)

        It has been quite possible,   (To be, in God, quite rich!)

Christ-in-You is In That Day’s,  (Teachings of old, but people were incurious!)

        Holy old-new gospel!          (Have you now, the itch?)

 

What will it take, my friend,

        For you to believe?

Behold: Christ-in-You comes,

        Now! So, receive!

 

What?  You once thought,

        Truth for you would be easy In That Day?

No!  Truth’s quite hard!

        God wants it, has it: no other way!

 

Christ-in-You gives,      (Once your head is straight!)

        Gives you a lot of energy!

Well, it figures,              (With Christ’s mind as mate!)

        He’s got the power: to BE!

 

 

 

 

 

They Came, Saw and Conquered the Biggest Thing on Earth!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/01/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

They came light years from outer space,

    And they were a superior race!

With minds of double-helix brace,

        They held over us an ace!

 

They said they called themselves the Inferiors,

        They said the name kept themselves humble before their Creator,

They said they wanted to eat us but wouldn’t,

        They said helping us would be a thing they averred greater.

 

So they asked us,

        What can we do for you?

They asked us,

        What’d be the thing most true?

 

We said, Inflation and unemployment were killing us!

        They said, Cut government spending and go on a gold standard!

Or we could eat half of you, which is our first choice,

        But we could decide: either or, and it was damned hard!

 

In the end,

        We cut spending and cut fiat money,

Sure scared us,

        But the result was pure honey!

 

Next, they said,

        We must find another reason to eat you!

What is next?

        How can we help problem number two?

 

Taxes are too high, we said,        (Tax collectors we all, of course, dread!)

        And college is ridiculously expensive,

We’ll eat your young and old!    (Pensions, schooling: gone with dead!)

        They said, but by now Earth’s thought grew extensive!

 

Earthlings cut government expense more,

        Until only natural law rights were protected,

Colleges became private enterprise,

        Rent-seeking stopped and intelligence: extended.

 

Too bad!  Licking their green lips,

        The Inferiors from outer space calmly told us,

We are mighty hungry now,

        What is Earth’s problem three?  Ask bold, us!

 

Terrorists are killing liberty-lovers everywhere!

        We will make them our dinner fare!

Shall we proceed?

        Great is your need!

 

Stop, oh Inferiors,          (We gave them the shove!)

        Stop drooling on our ground,

We’ll fight terrorists,      (The West wins with love!)

        Until they come around.

 

Can’t we eat anybody?

        We’ve come a long way!

We’re fighting self-interest,

        How long, we can’t say!

 

It would be easy to eat you all,

        It’s a lot harder to fight our own interplanetary self-interest!

We hoped you’d choose the easiest way,

        But now you’re blessing yourselves, as we’ve been blessed!

 

Problem number four, we asked for their mind-hive,

        Sky-high technology and hyperspace drive!

They said, travel with us searching for food,

        Which turned out not to be creatures, but good!

 

Spiritually, mentally, physically,

        They grew better when choosing good over self-service,

Then, the same thing happened to Earthlings,

        When to hidden self-service, we became impervious!

 

The IQ of the human race,

        Doubled, tripled!  And then went higher!

We thanked the Inferiors,

        Who pulled humanity from the mire.

 

You tricked us! we said,

        You didn’t ever want to eat us at all!

One’s worst enemy,

        They said, is seen in mirror on wall!

 

Then help us with problem number five,

        We said, We can’t expunge self-interest from religion!

Same problem we have back on home hive,

        That’s why we travel, of such to be as far from!

 

They said, If you travel in space,

        Religion: leave far behind!

Self-interest from it can’t be erased,

        Leave behind any such mind!

 

Why didn’t you eat them?

        We asked,

Our God gives hell for,

        That task.

 

They replied,     (grinning, quite green!)

        And we understood!

In That Day,       (know what we mean?)

        You’ve got to be good!

 

They came, and saw and conquered,

        Our lack-of-perspective, not-so-hidden sin,

Of self-interest, self-dealing,

        Our evil core, which we conquered within!

 

Only problem is,

        The Inferiors, God bless ‘em, have us lying!

We threaten to eat,

        Aliens we meet.  And our lie they’re buying!

 

It’s the only way we know,

        To make modern barbarians on other planets to believe,

Epic wrongs can be fixed,

        By themselves, with lesser evil’s choice: reprieve!

 

Those Inferiors, turns out,

        They were not so inferior to us after all!

Not-superior Earth louts,

        We sure were, self-interest kept us small!

 

America’s Founders knew this,

        Their triumvirate documents explained it!

But in its third century,

        No such deep learning was honored in it!

 

 

Well, the Constitution survived,

        Self-dealing in government and man was successfully stopped,

Now, we’ve seen a million planets,

        But self-service in religion never, no never, is blocked!

 

Self-interest in religion stays hid and can seldom be ‘fessed up,

        And that’s quite sad!

But with the rest of the universe cleaned up,

        Things aren’t too bad!

 

Well, actually high-tech space-man science and our computers,

        Have a quite workable solution,

But we let religion with its great self-dealing self-interest live,

        Humility is born of pollution!

 

Sand in an oyster,      (Makes a pearl, you know, or)

        Tremendous high-pressure makes black coal into diamonds,

Self-interest lives,      (We let such weed-tares grow)

        So that cub cultures kill it in themselves, to become lions.

 

In That Day,

        Few are much mature,

God wants us,

        Better, more pure!

 

The greatest self-interest, when properly understood,

        Is to kill the personal, ugly part of it,

That’s what In That Day’s about: the godliest good,

        So beautiful, Christ-in-You’s art in it.

 

It’s God’s indwelling,

        That makes self-dealing a sham,

God’s indwelling puts,

        In us: the great I AM!

 

 

 

 

November 2, 2011 RE:  Poem “How I Met a Death Whisperer”…

 

This poem is quite profound, Robert; a very mysterious yet creative work; it appropriately comes against the spiritual gloom trying to descend upon the light the day before the kingdom of darkness celebrates its most evil, pagan (unholy)day. 

 

What a great reminder of how wonderful it is TO BE (live, walk and talk) in the light!  "God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all."  (1 John 1:5b)

 

Just like Paul was once a Saul, anyone can go from being a "death whisperer" to one who gives out the "breath of life" to all who are in desperate need of spiritual resuscitation.  These poor souls gasp for air, choking on the fumes of dead religion, polluted with the clouds of fear, greed, and laziness generated by bad doctrines preached incessantly from pulpits across the land.

 

"And the Lord God formed man of the dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul."  Gen 2:7   

 

Does this not want to make us cry out from the depths of our being, "Oh, breathe on me breath of God, fill me with life anew..." 

 

Keep up the great work, poet-warrior Robert!

 

Chris Quinn

Reno, Nevada

 

 

 


How I Met a Death Whisperer

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/30/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

It was a dark man that came to me,

    And with dark words, he said,

I’ll whisper my death-whisper to you,

        As I choke out your head!

 

With my fingers around your throat,

        The last thing you’ll ever hear,

Is: In That Day Teachings have died,

        And the world will cheer!

 

No more talk of Christ-in-You,

        No more stopping Fear, Greed and Slouch!

No more High Ways or Old Paths,

        Of Correction: just same-old couch!

 

Same old couch of comfortable religion,

        Ruling in every single way,

You’ll hear my death whisper, oh Christ-in-You One,

        You’ve lost!  You’ve lost!  All soon will say!

 

Maybe, I said.  Maybe,

        You’re right!

But why the bluster?  Why,

        The fight?

 

What scares the pants off you?

        Oh darkest of dark men of religion,

Are you scared of what’s true?

        Why so scared of Christ-in-You reason?

 

Because: that you are light, proves without doubt,

        That our abominable religion of darkness is wrong!

All we need is to choke off that light,

        And our dark religion will remain ossified-strong!

 

Fear!  Oh man of incomprehensible light, fear!

        Fear our death-whisper we send to you!

I won’t fear it!  Nor will I hear it!

        It’s time you be Christ imbued!

 

Weep!  Wail!  Howl!   Oh, Lords of Darkness,

        You’ve worshipped popular laziness, fear and greed!

He said, Maybe, maybe: I and my kind would,

        If we could believe In That Day’s creed!

 

Believe Ancient Paths of Correction,

        Believe Paul’s High Ways and Christ-in-You!

Bright One, your faith is stronger than ours,

        If we honor you, what will God do?

 

If you honor the indwelt-of-God,

        That is to say, if you swallow your old-abomination pride,

God can cleanse your antichrist ways,

        Behold, Christ will come quickly, in your ameliorative ride!

 

And the unbelievers will not believe you,

        Formerly fallen you, now have Christ’s mind, love and power!

And after a while, you’ll have to deal with,

        Dark Ones who threaten you with their death-whisper shower!

 

You see me now: so bright in God,

        But formerly I was like you, a Saul, a Death-Whisper Agent!

I repented, as you now sob,

        Thus heaven expands, like Paul, with each true prophet nascent!

 

You are a prophet making prophets?

        The Dark One said to me,

Covet the prophetic!  Don’t mock it!

        And Christ will set you free!

 

The Dark One said, This rends!  And my head spins!

        I would rather keep this quite simple.  You are a pimple!

And I will snuff you out!  And without a doubt!

        Nay rather, dim friend!  My faith: a greater eliminator!

 

Nothing stops the love of Christ!

        Give up and turn to light, Dark Defender of Churchianity!

You win, persistent man of light,

        Christ-in-You and others shall defeat all insanity!

 

But, it feels weird, me a champion Death Whisperer,

        Now abounding with God’s indwelt light!

Get used to it!  He never leaves good doctrine,

        Like old apostles, you’ve got God’s might!

 

This is how we meet Death Whisperers,

        Every single time, God mysteriously in others: percolating!

Hoping to convert darkness to light,

        With God’s In That Day rhyme, His ironic merrymaking!

 

So then, it’s honor unto whom honor is due!

        By God, that prophet-poet in Reno got it right!

He offers nothing less than Christ-in-You!

        Why does Churchianity prolong its winless fight?

 

So many, trapped in pride, believing memes and tropes,

        Which make them ghoulish, dark: Death Whisperers,

They say to themselves: they know it all, all the ropes,

        When they could be the Great I-AM-Who-IS bearers!

 

Such is Christian spirituality,

        As the world of faith now is!

Awaken to Reno’s In That Day,

        Teachings and honor: do not miss!

 

Death Whisperers honor no one,

        Save memorized, dead scripture, dead religion and their quite dead god!

To be light-bearers In That Day,

        Honor Christ’s light-bearers, and then God removes all brain-fog!

 

It’s simple,

        Yet queasy!

Be humble,

        God’s easy!

 

Death Whisperers,            (Languishing in uncontested, surreal moral idiocy!)

        Please, do not fear!

Christ-in-You comes,      

        Then God: is near!      (Causing sight-blinding in others, until they see!)

 

Yes, God is inside: near,

        When Christ-in-You comes!

Shiny are In That Day’s,

        Body of work: suns!

 

 

 

 

 

What if Spiritual Sight Was More Than What’s Taught?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/19/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

What if having ears to hear and eyes to see,

    Were much more than what preachers thought?

And bad church doxie smears what needs to be,

        With hell’s wrong doctrine church has bought!

 

The Reno In That Day Teachings,

        Quite bold: say so!

Proclaiming ancient high ways God,

        Of old, does go.

 

Thus, students of In That Day Teachings,

        Profit much,

Same students: in high ways of hearing and seeing,

        Not off much.

 

But then again, who in modern churchdom,

        Could this believe?

Their castle of thoughts causing shakedowndom,

        Leaking as sieve!

 

Hence, the perfect dilemma,

        Them who need to see and hear: can’t!

In That Day Teachings give sight,

        But the blind say the seeing: shan’t!

 

God set it up so,

        So the blind wouldn’t be too early condemned,

I pause and say, Oh!

        God, You want that sight would be so hemmed?

 

Why give sight,

        If seeing minds are to be generally scorned, mocked and persecuted?

Well, I guess,

        You have doors of thought open, others locked, all perfect executed!

 

What if ears to hear and eyes to see,

        Were more to find and mine than just what most preachers taught?

They pray years: to hear, yet still not free!

        Who’s blind of what?  Who’s mind of what?  God does as ought!

 

Regarding In That Day Teachings,

        Its author, so vainly seeks for popular credit,

But God’s mystery reachings,

        Mainly work above mere man’s ocular edit.

 

Thus, God is,

        And man is not,

We can climb,

        But then meet block.

 

I laud Father being so near yet far away,

        My mind, spirit, body are Christ-in-You synchronized: much improved!

Thanks, God!  But your sheep!  Oy vey!

        Can In That Day help them?  Mercy, God, on your blind-deaf brood!

 

 

 

Ode to Robert Maryboy

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/15/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

I met Jesus living in a man,

    At Four Corners in the Southwest, named Robert Maryboy,

He’s a Navajo Dine artist,

        Easy to meet, hard to part with, a man great with God’s joy.

 

He paints spirit-filled paintings,

        Of Monument Valley, the burnt-red geography of the mind,

He has a booth at Four Corners,

        Find Jesus in him, and you will have found a good find.

 

He said his income with painting,

        Helps him help the drug-torn or those coming off booze,

What would Jesus do with sainting?

        It’s not yours or mine, but Father God’s to choose.

 

Surname: Maryboy,

        Given to his grandfather by a reservation Catholic priest,

Ironic humor,

        God always seems to be confronting us, to say the least!

 

I salute you, Robert Maryboy,             (When we met you blessed my son!)

        Yet God picked a rather strange place for Cupid to hide in!

Because, none of us are God, oiy!        (I pray majesty in you just for fun!)

        For God, not man, picks whom to ride side-by-side in!

 

 

My Failed Free-Speech Thought Experiment

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/14/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Well, I wanted to help the poor,

        The widow and the orphan!

So, I became a preacher: dour,

        But soon I was a morphin’!

 

I had wanted that my sheep,

        Would learn to draw: intelligent, fine-mental distinctions!

I had wanted them: freer,

        Smarter, more sophisticated Abraham Lincolns!

 

Lincolns of thinking,

        Who couldn’t be duped by religious or political conmen of the day!

But then, me blinking,

        I lost faith!  I lost faith!  ‘Cause how would the sheep, me, then pay?

 

So, then I sunk it,

        My free-speech thought experiment!

Now, I monk it,

        With milk-repeat merriment!

 

I teach the trusting poor, the widow, the orphan,

        Christianity: in a knee-jerk, almost superstitious way!

And I teach fixed-rule tithing because I can,

        Regarding my self-interest, of course, I won’t say!

 

Any person trying to correct me,

        That I might truly feed Christ’s sheep!

I transmogrify into a threat,

        Free inquiry: shut!  Not a peep!

 

No peep out of the poor-of-brain,

        Widow-of-mind or orphan-of-thought!

It’s wonderfully mind-boggling,

        With this con of mine, all bought a lot!

 

You see, I looked at the Mandarin Overlords,

        A little to the right on the Intelligence Bell Curve,

And I thought I’d be smart enough to be one,

        And I have been!  And I stick to it with great verve!

 

God made it so very easy to do,

        With the never-ending repetition (it is so puerile) of the teaching of milk!

Only problem: it’s not working,

        Mandarin thought-castles are crashing! Naked, we’re without bilked silk!

 

In That Day, that far-over to the flat-right,

        Intelligence Bell Curve, Reno-based fellow,

Said: our cheap-thought overlord church cons,

        Would turn from Babylon brick to Jello!

 

We’ve tried ignoring this prophet’s message,

        In truth, for years and years!

And now, our worst nightmares come true,

        Our tired message gets jeers!

 

We have in the past preferred just,

        Two prophetic messages: crazy rapture or crazier excitement,

Neither now works at all!  At all!

        Rainbow stew disbelieved, rapture seen as frighten-ment!

 

So then, here comes Burke with In That Day Teachings,

        A veritable Rosetta stone of understanding!

Saying: Christ-in-You comes, behold, quickly,

        In mature souls with doctrine of good standing!

 

Doctrine proved correct in God’s sight,

        By the creative indwelling of Christ making poems!

In fact, this Reno fellow’s got might,

        In a spiritual way!  He breathes out God’s tomes! 

 

Enough already, with the poor, widow and orphan,

        Free-speech thought experiment!

I’ll never stop preaching milk,

        I’m like a monkey that keeps grinding organ!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Have no larger-thought, mental uplift: Christ-in-You for me!

I’ll stick with the old,

        The old preaching that doesn’t work, that sets none free!

 

Why?  Well, pride of course,

        In That Day Teachings cannot be right; preachers wrong!

Scribes and Pharisees,

        We are, in the Twenty-first Century, still strong!

 

Pshaw on thinking critically!

        Pshaw on Western Enlightenment’s corrective protocols!

Sheep will never catch us sinning,

        Neither will God.  We’ve got the Devil’s own balls!

 

I know!  I know!  It’s especially and stunningly mind-boggling,

        When you actually come right down honestly to it!

We say: Leave off Christ-in-You In That Day Teachings,

        And keep with wolf-moron Mandarins: who blew it!

 

We’ve been blind to Christ-in-You brilliance,

        In the past, also today and will be in all kinds of future!

Don’t worry, oh poor, widows and orphans,

        We’ll sew shut all eyes, using religion as kind suture!

 

Shocked?  Shocked?

        You’re shocked: gambling with souls is going on here?

Go to sleep!

        Close your eyes!  Have an ice-cold church beer!

 

There, there!  We Lords of Milk Churchianity,

        Expertly know how to treat minds like a baby!

Don’t think In That Day Teachings are right!

        Christ-in-You is nothing.  Not even maybe!

 

Choose you this day,

        The well-worn memes and tropes of milk-ish overlording!

Or God’s great meat,

        Power, love and sound mind of Christ-in-You boarding!

 

Oops! As a milk pastor,

        I must put it to you better!

Chewing meat is hard!

        Be a milk-mush go-getter!

 

There, there!  Dear sheep,

        You’re almost as blind as little old milk-preacher: me!

And that’s just what,

        God, or perhaps His nemesis, wants us all: to be!

 

You, dear reader of this, you most especially,

        Must not agree God has given this one man truth!

Is what he says in the bible?  Yes?  I agree,

        But so what if it is?  Christ-in-You: now forsooth!

 

Leave off all belief,

        Christ comes quickly in you or me now: today!

First Century, maybe,

        Now? Forget it!  It’s milk that lets wolves prey!

 

Just give us milk, oh Father,

        Not this Christ-in-You, Who is our stranger!

Anything but Christ-in-You!

        Haven’t you, oh God, made me herd ranger?

 

I’m a mighty, mighty herd ranger,

        Devising endless stratagems on milk Churchianity!

Come on, God!  Admit: such genius!

        Dead-in-Christedness beats all!  Or is it insanity?

 

Maybe it’s time: to intelligently and deeply consider,

        The myriad points of light in In That Day Teachings are inspired: true,

But overwhelming us: this is, for babies, too hard!

        God, you want milk sheep to eat meat?  What, God, should babies do?

 

Shall we honor the teachings?

        And honor that certain creative mind of God in Reno?

What?  Honor Robert Burke?

        Now that is a laugh!  What, pray tell, does he know?

 

Us average preachers,

        We write no poems, no teachings, no tomes, no: nothing at all!

Believe us, not him!

        And the world can soar with us on the great milky-way cabal!

 

Perhaps it will not end well,

        Perhaps In That Day is, behold then, God’s own right!

Hooh!  And what if it was?

        Just deserts would be served: with God’s Sun light!

 

Men loved darkness back then,

        In truth, most of us still do!

Too bad this Burke was born,

        Church folk have tons to rue!

 

And if we did, well, I mean,       (being demure!)

        Weep, and wail and then howl,

Christ-in-You might be seen,      (by the pure!)

        Come, Lord Jesus.  Fill all.

 

But damn that Robert Burke!  And damn the bible’s last page,

        Which says three times in red Christ comes, eyes to see, behold quickly!

I’m the man with a much-copied plan, ever the latest rage!

        Let’s be un-imbued milk zombies!  We blind-eye see: we’re not sickly!

 

Because the end of the world, brother,

        Is never (oh, sigh!) quite near,

Just Jesus, in another,

        If you have His eye or ear.

 

Fortunately or unfortunately for our progeny,

        Life will go on,                           (It always does, it will not miss!)

Only the legacy of Christ-in-You,

        Will make them strong.              (As Christ was, will be and is!)

 

We must stop fighting In That Day Teachings,

        They’ve come, a weighty work, at last!

Though an enigma, they’ll quicken us,

        God-imbued for greater work: fast!

 

Sorry, In That Day Teachings,

        Sorry, Robert Winkler Burke!

We now believe Christ-in-You,

        God, in us, now at work!

 

Man, we were proud!

        Man, we were stubborn!     (Yet, God with us did not, in any way, tire!)

Thanks for the faith,

        Man must be reborn!          (God, light in us: Your In That Day fire!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The In That Day Teachings:  Meat Manifesto

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/12/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

We, as Christ-in-You manifesting abodes, are called to expunge wrong doctrine and establish right doctrine in our souls such that we sufficiently have eyes to see and ears to hear to comprehend God’s hand moving, inquire and if prompted: to engage in assignments to expand God’s kingdom of milk and meat believers.  We hold there are no fixed rules or platitudes, but guideposts.  We pledge to have God’s proper harmony with all things good and proper discord with all things evil.  Hence, we pledge mutual dedication to self-restraint, which is liberty, a thing God cherishes.  We strive to salute and bless Christ-in-You holy flexibility in others, that our spiritual dwellings not be desolate and to encourage the meat in God-bearers.  Our goal In That Day, which is now, is to have manifest in us God’s highest love, Jesus Christ, who behold, comes quickly in power, love and a sound mind.  Even so, come, Lord Jesus.  Come quickly!  Come!

 

 

 

 

The Christian:  Stuck-in-Milk Manifesto

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/12/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

We, as Christ followers, are called to love freely, live simply, give generously and tell as many people as possible about Jesus.  That’s it.  And only it.  (We ignore any higher calling, especially those manifesting our actual Jesus Christ in the here and now, whom, of course, we are likely to crucify, stone or imprison rather than receive with blessings – blessings which would remove our desolate-of-God condition of Dead-in-Christedness.  For with our platitudes, rigid simplicity and small-mindedness: we truly, truly know not what we do.  That is: until In That Day, which we disallow, and God does a Book of Job number on us, which might help us grow into meat, humility, indwelling of God and forgiveness toward our milk brothers who then later crucify us.)  It’s simple.  It’s what we do all the time.  Regardless! 

 

 

Could it Be?  Could it Be?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/08/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Could it be? Asked the oracle,

        Of Oh-How-We’re-Stuck-and-Don’t Change,

Could it be? Asked the oracle,

        Of As for-Us-We’ll-Never-Spirit-Rearrange.

 

Could it be? We are supposed to chuck,

        Our lousy, untrue, bad-fruit Christian doxie,

Could it be?  Lies in religion make yuck,

        Only loved by rebels of independent moxie.

 

Could it be?  Heaven is described,

        By one word: Truth!

Could it be?  Hell is what we believe,

        Lies without proof!

 

Could it be?  Christ-in-You returns,

        Unseen by church-blinded people of countless religious prides,

Could it be?  In That Day Teachings,

        Ferret out lies so that: Behold, quickly God-in-man abides!

 

Could it be?  It’s a percentage game,

        Wherein lying doctrine expunged is replaced with good,

Could it be?  Once enough lies removed,

        God flies and lives inside us, under our soul’s hood.

 

Could it be?  Revival isn’t far away,

        If only our beloved demonic doctrines were disbelieved by enough,

Could it be?  Revival is quite doable,

        If God’s people, who are called by His name, would get tough.

 

Could it be?  God’s stubborn people,

        Must toughen up and say goodbye to their long-held religious lies,

Could it be?  Now: Christ-in-You!

        Is what the abandonment of wrong and purchase of truth buys.

 

 

 

Why We Love the Milky Nondom Narrative!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/06/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m a Milky Nondom Narrative pastor,

    Struggling with my weight,

        Struggling with my caffeine fate,

        Struggling with my unintelligent pate,

It’s Milky Nondom Narrative revival that I’m after,

        My church really must double in size!

        Or perchance, a more greedy: quadruple rise!

        My self-interest, I hope my sheep don’t surmise!

 

I’m a Milky Nondom Narrative Pastor,

        We all have rebelled against orthodoxy,

        Our style: we teach a baby story with much moxie,

        We teach all but maturity, on that we put a lock!  See?

I am a Milky-Nondom-Narrative master,

        Repeating milky line upon line,

        We worship infantilism!  It’s most Divine!

        And we keep our diapers!  There is no changing time!

 

We worship the Milky Nondom Narrative,

        Nothing dumber in the world, really, than us,

        Of course, smart folk we hold in maximum disgust,

        Our doctrines make us lower in thought than, well, dust!

We won’t change our Milky Nondom Narrative,

        To hell with Paul’s meat and higher things,

        To hell with Christ-in-You, what true doctrine brings!

        To hell with In That Day Teachings, just puerility: our bell rings!

 

Our god is the Milky Nondom Narrative,

        We are totally incurious about God’s higher ground,

        We loath and despise it when maturity: others have found,

        When we find such an one, we pound him or her to the ground!

We insist on the Milky Nondom Narrative,

        No other god, no other way shall ever rule!

        As we are idiots, we replicate the dunce on the stool,

        But only one thing makes us mad.  Don’t say we are a fool!

 

Our faith is in the Milky Nondom Narrative,

        It never has healed any one,

        But if you heal like God’s Son,

        You, and all like you, we will disown!

Our universe is the Milky Nondom Narrative,

        We will break if you tell us about steak!

        Forever adolescent, that’s the god we make!

        Don’t warn us or help us.  Don’t say we are just fake!

 

Don’t ever say we have a Milky Nondom Narrative,

        That leaders personally own all the assets!

        Don’t expose who gets tithe’s ill-gotten baskets!

        We conveniently hide behind milky worldview mask sets!

Nothing is greater than our Milky Nondom Narrative,

        We are what is.  And that’s it!  There is no more!

        We say what came and comes and what will be in store,

        Our heads are white.  We have the wisdom of the ancient hoar.

 

 

 

 

Further Explaining In That Day Teachings

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/05/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

How can we understand In That Day Teachings?  Consider that Martin Luther began the Reformation movement back in October 31, 1517 when, as a German monk, he made a letter of 95 Theses, a list of complaints about the Catholic doctrines of the day.  His theses were widely distributed, due to the recently invented printing press.  From there, the Protestant Movement began.

 

Now, 494 years later, we can ask:  What has the Protestant Religion become?  In That Day Teachings looks upon the common doctrines of modern Christianity, and finds that liberty has turned into licentiousness.  Whereas Protestant freedom from rigid orthodoxy might have developed great Christ-in-You promulgation, instead we see shenanigans, hidden enslavement and loss of liberty both in the cleric and political realms.  Hidden slavery-of-mind rules the day.  Amazingly, the more Churchianity is taught, the stupider people become!

 

Church and state seem to work hand in glove to create hidden enslavement programs of socialism and zombieism.  Idiocracy seems to be encouraged, questions and critical thinking are not!  Preachers will not answer questions!

 

Further, Churchianity’s pastors seem to enjoy playing smash-the-mole with whomever might manifest Christ-in-You!  Real manifestations of Christ-in-You cannot normally find voice in pulpit, but rather find themselves kicked out of church!  The only free speech in church seems reserved for wayward leadership.

 

Such leaders are incurious about their inability to promulgate Christ-in-You.  They have no Openness to Higher Ground, a tenant of Western Enlightenment.  Hence, there is more than a little truth to the following joke:

 

A young man in Ireland brings his fiancé to Dublin to meet his family for the first time.  The mother asks the bride-to-be to say something about herself. 

 

The young woman says, “I am a prostitute.” 

 

Whereupon the mother shrieks and faints.  The family revives the mother by sprinkling water on her face.  After recovering, the mother asks the young woman to start over.

 

Again, the young woman says, “I am a prostitute.”

 

The mother says, “Oh, fine and well!  At first, I thought you said you were a Protestant!”

       

 

25 Lines and Precepts of In That Day Teachings

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/04/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

1)     There are no fixed rules only guidelines.  Thou shalt have no other gods…

Especially, thou shalt have no fixed-tithe-rigid-righteous rules of entrapment and hidden self-interest of deceived and deceiving rulers.  Have faith in God!

2)     A grape matures in the presence of a mature grape, so too high discipleship.

3)     We worship God in Spirit and Truth, God confirms when both are, or not.

4)     Modern church wayward doctrines make fear, greed and slouch – not faith! 

5)     Rapture makes fear, blinds folk to Christ-in-You and is extremely wrong.

6)     Prosperity Give-to-Get makes greed, increases pride and is evil and wrong.

7)     Eternal Security makes slouch and uselessness to God.  It is also wrong.

8)     Truth rings like a bell.  Lies make a cracked-bell sound.  Most can hear both.

9)     Correct doctrine, which is love, redounds unto Christ-in-You, not: not. Christ-in-You maturity gives proper accord and discord with good and evil, a great two-way-radio with God and profound Trinity witness from within.

10) Unless you bless Christ-in-You in others, your spiritual abode stays void.

11) Pride and rigid righteousness are milk that blinds, the opposite gives sight.

12) God is the Word.  Words must not be used in antipode!  (Not guys: men!)

13) Milk things repeat unto vanity.  Steak lines & precepts give God-bearing.

14) Milkers have low to no assignments.  Steakers get God’s great assignments.

15) Rigid righteous Milkers persecute and crucify God’s holy flexible Steakers.

16) Milkers need one-way hypocrisy preaching.  Steakers: holy reciprocity.

17) God put freedom in man’s breast.  This freedom has hard-won protocols advanced via Greek-Roman-Jewish-Gothic Christian heritage:  Western Enlightenment.  It is to be taught, defended and advanced by the church.

18) Wayward church is profoundly anti-freedom, anti-Western Enlightenment, anti-intellectual and anti-critical thought.  Hidden enslavement is madness.

19) Self-defense and the means to do so are just, proper and of God’s love.

20) Immature doctrines create baby brains, blind eyes, deaf ears and hatred.  Mature doctrines enable high thought, eyes to see, ears to hear and love.

21) Steakers at best serve God and man, Milkers at worst serve self and evil.

22) Steakers seem alone but work in peace.  Milkers seem united but aren’t.

23) Ancient Paths of Correction, Paul’s High Ways and Christ-in-You are it.

24) If orthodoxy is too rigid and modern Protestantism is too loose, the answer may be the structured holy flexibility of In That Day Teachings.  Have faith!

25) Thus, now is the time we let God make His Goldilocks choice: Neither too doctrinally loose and COLD, nor too doctrinally rigid and HOT, but In That Day: Structured Holy Flexible: JUST RIGHT for God’s un-conflicted inhabitation in POWER, LOVE and a SOUND MIND, which is Behold, I come quickly:  CHRIST-IN-YOU.  Now!  And forever.  Even so, come Lord Jesus!

 

 

Let the Poisons in the Mud Hatch Out!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/03/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

From Robert Graves’ I, Claudius, wherein Emperor Claudius writes a grim, yet hopeful passage, in which he predicts that his successor, the mad, self-destructive Nero, shall accomplish the greatest good for mankind’s freedom by showing government’s evil:

 “I have decided Nero should follow me so that one day the empire will revert back to the Republic, that is to some form of representative government. I have been too good an emperor, too fair and too honest. I will give Rome Nero and when he is done with Rome, Rome will be done with emperors altogether. It will be bad, exceedingly bad…worse even than Caligula but they have to have the whole terrible truth about just how bad it can be before they come to their senses. Let all of the poisons that lurk in the mud, hatch out.

 

 

Let the poisons hatch out!

        Let the poisons hatch out!

               Let the poisons hatch out!

                        That’s always and ever what I hear the Spirit say,

The churches are crazy!

        Mentally, pastors lazy!

               Yet: muck makes a daisy!

                        Always, that’s the answer I hear when I pray.

 

Robert Graves wrote I, Claudius,

        Let the poisons hatch out, said the great emperor!

It’s what God has told me,

        About church, and why it’s not fixed: caveat emptor!

 

Let the buyer beware!

        The only solution God is, for now, supporting,

In That Day Teachings: made!

        Yet, for now, all its truth: most folk are aborting.

 

Why, oh God, take decades out of my life,

        To have a holistic, Rosetta stone of understanding: rejected?

Why, oh God, work hard to ferret out lies,

        When Christian leaders, who should know better, call it: fetid!

 

Only God Himself,

        Not man, not even the Devil,

Could un-blind so few,

        And let the rest: stew in evil!

 

Hence our present age,

        Of mass dystopian, yet so popular, pulpit and political fecundity!

Despite Robert Burke’s,

        In That Day Teachings, those who can’t see, can’t be free indeed!

 

What could be sadder?

        Great truths now in reach!

What could be madder?

        Ears plugged, none can teach!

 

Why, why, why?  Oh, God!

        Why can’t In That Day Teachings, they understand?

Poisons in the mud!

        Be patient, My scribe in Reno, be a man!

 

The poisons in the mud must hatch out,

        It’s a story as old as Rome!

Lies full grown, prove who is prophet or lout,

        Heaven is where truth has a home!

 

Yes for now,

        Few modern Christians have brains enough stout,

In That Day,

        Soon, they’ll imbibe high teachings, then shout!

 

Hurrah for In That Day Teachings!

        Wow, God must have blinded us!

Dumb and deceiving many were,

        Devilish ways blinded us!

 

Fascinating, the story will be,

        What un-blinkers modern Christiandom!

Until then, In That Day Teachings wait,

        To be discovered by folks God kept dumb!

 

Until In That Day, then,

        Its rediscovered truths remain unseen, unknown, unrevealed!

Have mercy on them, Lord!

        They know not what they do, as veneer from them is pealed!

 

Could modern Christians be any more stuporous: deaf or blind?

        Surely, we’re near the end of that!  (Wince!)

Could these Christians be more ready for heaven’s ears or sight?

        Surely, hard times accomplish that!  (Hence!)

 

Let the poisons hatch out!

        Let the poisons hatch out!

               Let the poisons hatch out!

                        That’s always and ever what I hear the Spirit say,

The churches are crazy!

        Mentally, pastors lazy!

               Yet: muck makes a daisy!

                        Always, that’s the answer I hear when I pray.

 

 

An Advanced Degree in Thinking

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #4 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/21/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

What I needed was a retarded,

Oops!  I mean, advanced degree in thinking,

So I immersed myself in fantastic,

            Oops!  I mean, enlightened Christian preaching.

 

Me and tens of millions of deceived,

            Oops!  I mean, genius Christians did this,

So on elections we would be fooled,

            Oops!  I mean, ruled without prejudice.

 

We also learned when fleeced, how to stop it,

            Oops!  I mean, to not touch God’s own anointed,

So when voting for US President our trance,

            Oops!  I mean, our spirit picked the one appointed.

 

I just thank God for my education from antichrist,

            Oops!  I mean Christian broadcasting,

I’m happy, no honored, to send money to them,

            Oops!  I mean to Mandarins governing.

 

People who don’t understand my compliance, I hate,

            Oops!  I mean, I kindly, compassionately tolerate,

Who cares?  Our leaders from pulpit to capitol devour,

            Oops!  I mean, have our best interests at stake.

 

My pulpit and political leaders fly high in their hubris,

            Oops!  I mean, wonderful executive jets,

My pulpit and political leaders are selfish cannibals,

            Oops!  I mean, selfless workers for my best!

 

Christian Broadcast has made me profoundly un-American,

            Oops!  I mean, the perfect patriot,

When demagogues speak and do evil, I’m so deaf and blind,

            Oops!  I mean, I’ll agree to hate not.

 

My friends say my brain is full of twisted propaganda,

            Oops!  I mean so Christ-like and Christ-emanating,

They see the doctrines I was immersed uncritically in,

            Oops!  They’re now arrested, due for terminating.

 

Behold, Jesus is now in my refined soul quickly coming!

            Oops! I mean: I’ll soon be raptured,

I’m not lazy, but it’s fun to know evil is mind numbing!

            Oops! Which god has me captured?

 

 

Listen to Him!  Listen to Him!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/29/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Listen to him!  Listen to him!

        The Spirit said,                    (There is a reason!)

I’d rather not!  I’d rather not!

        Rather, I: dead.                  (It’s not my season!)

 

Listen to him!  Listen to him!

        The Spirit once more said,   (There is a very good reason!)

Listen to poems?  To diatribes?

        I’d much rather: be dead!    (So, don’t charge me treason!)

 

You’re not dead now, with your rigid religion?

        With your little and far between revelations?

The Spirit asked me!  And I had to admit,

        This author, Robert Burke, had great thought creations!

 

But my God!  Poems on top of poems!

        What was I to do with that?

Listen to him!  Listen to him!

        They would help what’s under hat!

 

The Spirit said most of us have been brainwashed!

        And therefore, the greater and greatest things of God are hidden,

The Spirit said, Learn In That Day Teachings,

        Learn myriad lines and precepts, then Christ-in-You is bidden!

 

When Christ-in-You comes to mature minds,

        Once deprogrammed of normal Christian brainwashing,

Your life becomes poetic, well just like,

        In That Day Teachings, a sword of truth: lie-bashing!

 

A sword like no other,

        The greater ways of Christ-in-You right now: indwelling!

That’s In That Day Teachings,

        A plural singularity of God’s mind swelling!

 

God’s mind swelling with great pride,

        As man’s mind swallows his,

Pride.  For pride isn’t of God,

        But intelligence: is!

 

For intelligence and truth only increase,

        At pride and rigidity’s expense!

Thus, the poems are necessarily hard,

        Lest too many get in God’s mind tent!

 

So then, where is the one great, precise list,

        Of these vaunted In That Day Teachings of Reno?

Nay, lines and precepts are not list-able,

        Just inhabitable!  God asks, Why say: you know?

 

You know better?  You know what to reject?

        You think rejecting In That Day Teachings is a good bet?

You want prophesying of rainbow stew?

        Have faith in prophetic terra-forming.  God’s not done yet!

 

You think long-distance disciplining is easy?

        Self-replicating Christ-in-You across distance and time!

Drink Robert Burke’s cup of reeling.  Be queasy!

        Shame on you for judging what God can do with Reno rhyme!

 

The Christian world has long been,

        Cynically manipulative and not just fallow, but cosmically immoral!

In That Day Teachings are true,

        For lie-imbibers, great truth is hard to swallow.  Yet truth is for all!

 

Listen to him!  Listen to him!            (Be beyond a human!)

        The Spirit quite sternly said,      (I was in virtual-vaunting, Jezebel-wed!)

I did!  I did!  Now inside,                  (A reborn new man!)

        I am not berserker-dead!           (No longer stoning prophet’s head!)

 

Now I help the milk-taught blinkered work against all religious rigidity,

        Because holy flexible are God’s own saints: beloved and free!

Who knew?  Robert Winkler Burke’s lovely poems destroy soul-perfidy!

        Now I and In That Day Teachings want Christ-in-You: in ye!

 

Listen to him!  Listen to him!

        The Spirit said,            (Be that blood You Testament, so now choose!)

I shall not rot!  I shall not rot!

        Poems, I read.              (In That Day Teachings, I did and do peruse!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fermi’s Paradox and the Search for Christ-in-You

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/28/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Astronomers pondering space have asked the question,

        Why have they not detected signs of intelligent life?

The odds seem to indicate life should have been found,

        Because sufficiency of planets could make life rife!

 

Indeed, the universe may be expanding,

        With intelligent life that is ahead of us everywhere,

But we just don’t know it or see it!

        The astronomers ask, wherein does this thought err?

 

Thus astronomers and philosophers,

        Ponder what is known as the Fermi Paradox,

Named after astronomer Enrico Fermi,

        Who pulled this idea out of his brain box.

 

So now I posit to you,

        A modification of this brain puzzler,

Where are Christ-in-You’s right now?

        Has church been creator or muzzler?

 

Is Christ now manifesting,

        Largely somewhere in a person or people?

After two-thousand years,

        Have pastors made God-bearers or sheeple?

 

Now those astronomer Fermi Paradox puzzlers,

        Wonder if alien intelligence has come, but we can’t see it!

Which is a good thought for Christ-in-You seekers,

        Because if you can’t see it, you can’t be it!

 

Blessed are the pure in heart,

        For they shall see God,

We might see Christ in children,

        But adults?  Too odd!

 

Too odd, we think, to see Christ,

        In woman or man,

It’s pride that blinds us, yes pride,

        Pride: few understand.

 

Pride blinds us from saying,

        Bless you for coming in the nature of the Lord,

If we could do that,

        We’d see more Christ-in-You’s!  And perhaps: Fermi’s hoard!

 

Christ’s visage is so alien to our stubborn eyes,

        We think when it emerges: the person’s a freak!

Hence Christ-in-You remains quite a stranger,

        In a strange land: One who can never speak!

 

Pastors oft play smash-the-mole,

        When Christ in a congregant pops up,

Sheep therefore: taught to despise,

        When Christ fills soul and mind’s cup.

 

So we remain thoroughly blind to intelligent life,

        Here on our blue, green and brown Earth,

Perhaps if we would see one we’d see the other,

        Both would give God and man mirth!

 

What use intelligence,

        Without true wisdom?

In That Day we welcome,

        Our Creator’s Son!

 

Because if we, in gross spiritual-blind immaturity,

        Cannot see God-in-man manifesting now on our own beloved planet,

When God reveals His life in what appears alien,

        Will we have smash-the-mole fear?  Or with blessings: understand it!

 

To sum up, Fermi’s Paradox simply asks,

        The: “So, where are they?”  most excellent question,

It is good also regarding Christ-in-You,

        Find ‘em, bless ‘em: That’s my strong suggestion!

 

Unless you say blessed is he who comes in the name and the nature,

        Of the Lord,

Your house will remain unto to desolate, which we see in all except,

        God’s hoard!

 

And pride, pride is mankind’s strange hinge-point dividing line,

        Between who’s in-filled with God’s Christ and who’s not!

Those with humility to see God in others and bless them get Him,

        Inside:  Those with pride, can’t see what they haven’t got!

 

The great Fermi Paradox may, in this way,

        Nicely be solved,

The restoration of all things: In That Day,

        Twice resolved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Book 2 of In That Day Teachings…

 

Available free to look at on the website:   www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Just Prayers – With believers who worship weakness you will often hear prayers with the word “just.”  It sounds like this:  God, just heal my son.  God, just help me get a job.  Lord, just give us world peace.  The list is infinite.  And God may be tempted to respond to such immaturity with, “Just shut up!”  What is the problem?  Well, God is not going to change the way the universe works because we pray a “God, just do something” prayer.  Imagine the audacity!  We lamely say in a weak spirit, “God, just change the rules for me.”  That would, um, make us God, no?  Since God is God and we are not, let us abandon these unjust petitions.  Psalm 91:11-12 says God “shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy (unchangeable) ways…They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash they foot against a stone.”  The stone means God’s immutable ways of the universe.  God gives us angels to keep us from breaking His unchangeable ways and banging our selves against them, if we could…just stop…the just God fix it prayers.

 

 

“We Just” Pray for Insouciant Dis-Excalibur-ation!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/26/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Dear Lord of immature churches everywhere,

        “We just” say, especially here in the United States,

“We just” pray for babyish, insouciant care,

        “We just” are your dis-Excalibur-ated greats!

 

Here so many of us proud church leaders, you know,

        “We just” pray for our self-serving rule of Not-to-Believe!

In all those high-path In That Day Teachings of Reno,

        Extinguish the guilt incurred by our blind-to-sight-sieve!

 

We will not see, no never, what we will not see!

        Granted: In That Day Teachings are a sword like no other!

Therefore “we just” pray for insouciant,

        Dis-Excalibur-ation of truths, so we don’t have to bother!

 

“We just” pray we don’t have to bother,

        To learn you, God, don’t like our well-worn “we just” prayers!

Nor our words in sermons: Guys, cute, cool,

        Stuff and unbelievable!  We’re not to be antipode-word sayers!

 

Let your yeas be yeas, Christ said,     (emphatically!)

        And let your nays, therefore, always be nays,

Rather, pastors expiate!                       (antithetically!)

        Pastors stop what this Robert Burke says!

 

So, we just “we-just” pray for adolescence greatly, God,    (Maturity a bust?)

         Let puerility keep Your sovereign rule over churchdom’s infantile Earth!

“We are just” Goo-goo! Gaw-gaw! So un-sagely-odd!      (Excalibur in rust?)

         Or, In That Day: “we-just’ers” could grow into: Christ-in-You’s birth!  

 

For sure, we “we-just’ers” could grow,   (We’ve been babies for years!)

        But then, that would be unthinkably hard!

Wonder if In That Day Teachings,          (Which promise spirit ears!)

          Could burn out our baby-fat lard?

 

 

 

 

I Wouldn’t Want to Be Like Them

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/20/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

My sky-high expectations,

        Are totally unfulfilled,

In That Day Teachings done,

        Their reception; not as willed.

 

I wouldn’t want to be like them,

        Who have seen the teachings and yawned,

So many miscomprehending,

        Their long-prayed-for solutions: dawned.

 

Job unraveled at last,

        As a story of rigid righteousness yielding to God’s holy flexibility,

Elihu was humble,

        And wrote his ego out of tale of monster pride, yet who can see?

 

There are no fixed rules,

        Only, from God, guideposts!

Our fixed-tithe tyrants,

        Hate this, of God, most?

 

So many hate the greater revelation,

        Of inescapably true, higher doctrines of God the Father,

Not turning aside, but heaping scorn – not gold,

        Each self-interested low-intellect saying, Why bother?

 

Why bother to ever believe,

        Exponential answers to this weary age have come,

Redounding Christ-in-You reprieve?

        Nay rather, believe Robert Burke is Devil’s son!

 

I wouldn’t want to be like them,

        Who have seen In That Day Teachings and yawned,

So many miscomprehending,

        Their long asked-and-prayed-for solutions: dawned.

 

Have mercy on them, ageless Father,

        Truly, they know not what they do!

They have faith in the milky-puerile,

        But with steak, they have no clue!

 

Truth prospers,

        At pride’s expense!

Stop their pride,

        God, give man sense!

 

You asked me,

        I have produced In That Day Teachings!

The world yawns,

        Too early for their mental reachings?

 

God forbid only myself and a precious remnant,

        Enjoy Christ-in-You indwelling: maximized,

While proud pastors pooh-pooh these teachings,

        To keep all Christ’s insights marginalized.

 

The Christian marketplace of ideas,

        Is thoroughly discredited and mostly corrupt!

In That Day Teachings make sense of madness,

        Yet pastors cannot believe their time is up!

 

Leviathan in pride,

        So many pastors sadly and regrettably are,

God is so far from them,

        Sheep eat just from these pastors’ ego bar.

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Are a greater culture and higher-thought system,

Beyond puny brains,

        Not humble.  Pride keeps them sightless, unclean.

 

I would that all,

        Yes, all would come to higher truth!

This is my prayer,

        God, move Christ-in-You in proof!

 

I wouldn’t want to be like them,

        Who have mockingly seen In That Day Teachings and yawned,

So many held to full account,

        God’s veritable, asked-for and prayed-for solutions: dawned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christ-in-You, God’s Great Injective

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/16/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

History, history everywhere,

        But not a drop of perspective,

Time to break up the old order again,

        Christ-in-You, God’s great injective!

 

Just as socialism’s planned economy,

        Always is a wreck,

So too, milk churchdom’s platitudes,

        Often are man’s vex.

 

Do this, do that,

        Do what?

Preachers thus get,

        Pride-caught.

 

Milk churchianity has a plan,

        For everybody’s life,

But no plan for Christ-in-You, Who would,

        Reduce our planet’s strife.

 

With Christ-in-You imbued in plenty,

        Freedom and wisdom would rule the roost,

Without Christ-in-You’s wisdom,

        Nothing will give Earth its needed boost.

 

As free markets create wise distribution,

        Of the world’s so-called most scarce goods,

So also with Christ-in-You, in the freed-up flexible,

        We do smartly as God would!

 

Socialism and churchianity,

        Trust neither free markets nor free noggins,

God’s intelligence trusts both,

        Where each small choice creates best world wisdom.

 

Is it any wonder,

        Socialism and churchianity have choked off free choice,

And now liberty,

        And Christ-in-You have both become an unknown voice.

 

Socialism doesn’t trust man,

        Churchianity does not either,

Progressivism or platitudes,

        Give God and man a shiver.

 

Oh politicians, give man free markets,

        Each person will make the best decision,

Pastors, give man and woman Christ-in-You,

        Behold how each one brings hell’s derision.

 

Oh you proud defenders,

        Of the old political, clerical order,

You’ve come up with nothing,

        Let freedom and God-in-Man expand our border!

 

The reality of Christ-in-You,

        Cannot be delayed time after time, indefinitely,

Behold electronic media,

        Make ears to hear, and eyes to In That Day see.

 

Failure is a fertile environment,

        For great solution,

In That Day is like a thief at night,

        See: Christ-in-You come!

 

What will break the grip of,

        Socialism’s tyranny and milk churchianity’s trust?

When intellect without,

        Self-interest causes wolf-leaders to go bust.

 

Christ-in-You and cultural freedom,

        Are both, in fact, protectorates of sheep,

All we need now are some true leaders,

        Who won’t steal from pockets of whom they feed.

 

For, if men were angels,

        They wouldn’t need a government!

If preachers were angels,

        We wouldn’t wonder where Christ went!

 

Preachers, you must get out of the way,

        Of this coming to others Christ-in-You!

Honor sheep as He comes in the sheep,

        As you bless them, He’ll come in you!

 

You see, In That Day, which is now,

        Intelligence marvelously increases!

Via Christ-in-You, which is how,

        God fits our times’ puzzle pieces.

 

No one preacher can figure it out,

        Nor one government economist!

Free markets and Christ-in-You shout,

        Wisdom from God’s mind-mist!

 

So, if you must believe something mysterious,

        Then believe this Day in That,

From wise choices and wise obedient servants,

        Out pours heaven’s sweet vat.

 

In humility, we see we can’t save the world,

        Other than to make wise choices and have in us our God,

In truth, though, this is the world’s salvation,

        Freedom and Christ-in-You, sufficient good for the job.

 

Can it really be so simple,

        As having faith in ourselves in God and in another?

Yes, free culture and Christ-in-You,

        Give I Am a way to Be in sister and brother.

 

Funny, the world’s most complex solutions,

        Delivered quick as a- snap,

Freedom and Christ-inYou, a notion,

        For us to put on the map.

 

Shall we, like David,

        Serve our generation in our time,

Or just forget it,

        And go back to all that bad rhyme?

 

God forbid,

        Erroneous common wisdom should win the tiresome play!

In That Day,

        Let’s champion greater truth, and let God have full sway!

 

At least when we meet God,

        On the other side, we won’t be dark,

Chances are He’ll thank us,

        For keeping afloat truth in an ark.

 

Like Noah, Joseph, Moses, Job and Jonah,

        We’re scarred by devils, but in the end: true,

We cannot do different,

        ‘Cause with truth, there’s nothing better to do.

 

Freedom and God-in-You,

        Now: In That Day,

Nothing can stop this truth,

        It is God’s way.

 

History, history everywhere,

        But not a drop of perspective,

Time to break up the old order again,

        Christ-in-You, God’s great injective.

 

He takes not from you,

        But adds all of God’s wisdom,

Yes, even so Lord,

        Jesus: Come!  Come!  Come!

 

Yes, Behold I will come in you,

        If you are humble enough to ask!

There’s nothing I can’t do,

        I’m sufficient for the task.

 

And yet many of you stuck in rigid righteousness,

        Can’t believe I can do a new thing,

Don’t be so tone deaf!  Don’t be so spirit-blind!

        You won’t hear In That Day’s ring!

 

Perfect God in less than perfect man,

        Mysterious, yes, yet the doctrine of Our Father,

Try Us, I believe you will like Us!

        You will rue the day, if you don’t bother!

 

The reconciliation of all things,

        Perfect harmony with good and dissonance with bad,

Believe Christ-in-You comes now,

        And all your days will be the best you ever had.

 

I Am with you always,

        Is and always will be true,

Me in you, you in Me,

        All things good, We can do!

 

 


 

 

9/11/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a FIVE-person discussion on Sara Lee’s Golden Nuggets blogtalkradio program regarding George Hartwell’s thoughts on prayer over cities done wrongly resulting in curses landing on self, modeling proper prayer over Reno, Nevada, Christian’s who’ve lost their identity, True prayer that brings revival and much thinking similar to In That Day Teachings.  George’s mind seems to reflect that of Christ’s mind!  Listen and be edified and blessed!

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/09/11/golden-nuggets

 

http://www.listening-prayer.com/

 

http://www.healmylife.com/services/credibility.html

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

 

9/10/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a SIX-person discussion on Sara Lee’s Golden Nuggets blogtalkradio program regarding  “Being Led of the Spirit to Become Sons of God – How it WORKS!”, “Christ-in-You vs. Rapture Doctrine”  and “How Hebrew Calendar Sermonizing Doesn’t Help the Indwelling of Christ”  and “How Stump-Speech Preaching Makes Conversation Difficult (One-Way Preaching No Longer Works)” from the perspective of In That Day Teachings (a sword like no other!)

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/09/10/golden-nuggets

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

9/9/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a four-person discussion Sara Lee’s Golden Nuggets blogtalkradio program regarding  “Taking Medicine vs. Faith Alone,” God’s Sovereign Taste in Indwelling Christians: Cold, Warm, Hot Depending Upon”  and “How Churchianity Doesn’t Respect Saints When Indwelt of Christ”  and “How God Has No Fixed Rules But Guidelines” from the perspective of In That Day Teachings (a sword like no other!)

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/09/08/golden-nuggets-1

 

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

 

Goldilocks, God’s Sovereign Taste and Rodeos

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/8/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

In the story of Goldilocks, warm porridge,

        Was found to be the best, but too cold and too hot went to waste,

In the Book of Revelation, warm souls,

        Are spewed out by Christ, but the cold and hot suit God’s taste.

 

Mysteriously, inscrutably, historically,

        Both stories, in a way, describe our sovereign God,

He’s flexible, though not mercurial, really,

        He’s dynamic and unpredictably good, not odd.

 

Fallen man is rigid, stiff,

        Even inflexibly, hard-righteous,

But once we become holy,

        And flexible, His light’s in us!

 

In That Day Teachings say,

        Modern Churchianity now: just does not get it!

Too cold here, too hot there,

        Too warm elsewhere!  So folks say, Fahgetit!

 

Whereas modern nondom churches,  (Darned if you do!)

        Are free from constraints,          (Darned if you won’t!)                         

The orthodox churches, well,             (In That Day says,)

        Produce too few saints!              (Give up, Please Don’t!)

 

There is a way to please God,

        It’s Christ-in-You indwelling!

That’s what In That Day Teachings,

        Promote and are selling!

 

There are no fixed rules,

        Only guideposts,     (Like nondom fixed-rule tithing!)

Fixed-rule authoricrats,

        This riles most!       (Their retirement assets hiding!)

 

Rigid-righteous holy terrors,

        Preachers abhorrently empty as true, glorified God-bearers,

Can’t understand In That Day,

        They say, Be cold!  Or hot!  Or warm!  We have no errors!

 

But they are wrong,      (And how!)

        And miss by a mile: God’s Spirit,

They can’t be fixed,     (For now!)

        In That Day, they cannot hear it.

 

So, In That Day Teachings, as witnessed,

        Hammer out, and ring a bell, and with song sing,

Of danger, and warning, and justice,

        And freedom and love!  Abiding love between!

 

Yes, love between brother and sister,

        Love of God, indwelt with quick-come Christ-in-You!

Un-orthodoxically orthodox,

        Cold!  Hot!  Warm!  God’s sovereign taste is true!

 

But men’s bible study groups, women’s,

        In fact, churches and church leadership on the whole,

Have no faith, no faith at all,

        That In That Day Teachings pioneer our role!

 

Our role on the road back to God,

        Christ-in-You wholeness!

Churchianity stuck like child,

        Know-it-alls: know less!

 

Ever dillydallying around,

        In a dangerous bear-family’s lair,

Living Satan’s playbook,

        Hating correction without care.

 

But In That Day,

        Truth will be known,      (Not wrong spirit, not doctrinal lies!)

For it is how,

        God’s Sons are grown.   (Right spirit and truth, God buys!)

 

So then:  Cold.  Hot.  Warm.

        Which is it?                     (Shenanigan-Church-Entranced?)

Well, it’s Christ-in-You,

        Don’t miss it!                 (Be Quickened-to-God Nuanced!)

 

Cold-tough love.  Hot-flame love.  Tempered love.

        Do you understand?

Pard’, It takes more than one rodeo,

        To be God’s hand!

 

 

 

9/6/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a discussion of “Two Prophetic Groups in the World: Rapture and NAR”  and “Fear, Greed, Laziness vs. Correction, High Ways and Christ-in-You” from the perspective of In That Day Teachings (a sword like no other!)

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/09/06/golden-nuggets-1#.TmafGKFpaCk.email

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

 

Somebody Has Connected the Dots of Churchianity’s Woes

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/6/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Modern Churchianity has a large emotional investment,

        In rigid protocols and low ways that seldom achieve Christ-in-You!

Modern Churchianity is bereft of God-indwelling masters-in-depth,

        Except shenanigan shillers-in-depth at blinding me and you!

 

But the Churchianity confidence game,

        Is wearing thin,

Milk-sourced preaching’s knowledge base is quite small,

        Fangs show thru grin.

 

No matter how milk-based Churchianity,

        Tries to connect the dots,

They can’t deliver Christ-in-You-ness,

        Rather, they see ink blots.

 

Ink blot imaginings,

        Fill the brains of milk preachers regarding Christ’s return,

Today and tomorrow,

        Always ruined, because Christ-in-You they can’t earn.

 

Christ-in-You-ness is not really earned,

        But rather comes about when spirit and truth are straight,

This is what Christ talked about in John,

        I’ll be in you, you in Me!  Narrow, Father doctrine’s gate.

 

Life is categorical,

        Yet Churchianity denies it preaches only milk,

It’s so obvious, most miss it,

        It’s right to demand steak, and resist Mandarins in silk.

 

Let’s then do a far-flung, thorough search on the internet,

        For anything cogent from the so-called Christian prophetic,

In weird way: you’ll find two kinds, End Times or crazy yet,

        Foul New-Apostolic-Reformation or rapture-utopia pathetic.

 

Search abroad or each state of the American Union,

        For prophetic cogency,

We must nod: so far, In That Day Teachings,

        Has God’s mind!  But who can see?

 

The prophets mostly have followed,

        One or the other kind of deceiving spirit,

NAR or End Times, they borrowed,

        From the Father of Lies!  But who can hear it?

 

Nuero-Linguistic Programming hypnotism,

        Showmanship, misdirection and suggestion,

From one camp, or End Times shenanigans,

        Give truth in man and God: indigestion!

 

So many prophets with god-sent prophetic callings,

        Haven’t had a correct school of thought to follow!

Just End Times or crazy, odd-bent-to-lee railings,

        They’re deep into antichrist lies, hence: shallow!

 

Somebody!  Anybody!

        Please connect the dots!

In That Day Teachings have,

        From tittle to jots!

 

From fear, greed and lazy doctrines,

        Delivering eye patches and ear plugs to trusting but naive sheep,

To Ancient Paths of Correction,

        To Paul’s High Ways, delivering Christ-in-You to ever keep.

 

Right now ever-so slightly-intellectually superior cats,

        Of shenanigan church and state play with dumbed-down mice,

In That Day Teachings explain God’s Western Enlightenment,

        Which exposes mystic-socialistic, authoritarian vice.

 

Like a fantastic Rosetta stone,

        In That Day Teachings reconcile the West, God and man,

It’s a millennia solution,

        Uplifting humanity’s spirit and soul the best: God’s plan.

 

Sadly then, you might think,

        There are no simplistic solutions to super-complex problems,

Yet, In That Day Teachings,

        A sword like no other, slay Churchianity’s pride goblins.

 

How?  How?  How?

        How can this In That Day Teachings really be?

Love!  Love!  Love!

        Test the spirits.  They deliver love in ye!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Don’t deliver rigid-righteous love, the bane of man!

Holy flexible,

        Love is delivered instead.  Catch it, if you can!

 

For shenanigan Churchianity,

        Oft has no love,

In That Day Teachings do,

        From God above.

 

Above all, a good heaven,

        Beneath all, a good foundation,

In all, a good God,

        Thus Christ inhabits creation.

 

This has been the plan from the beginning,

        This is the plan that trumps all of man’s ends!

But oh proud, foolish pastors answer this,

        Where are In That Day Teachings’ sins?

 

Where in this Rosetta stone of understanding,

        Where in this beautiful thousand-piece picture puzzle,

Do you find error?  This is no small thing!

        All you’ll find is wolves tearing at truth with muzzle.

 

In That Day Teachings are true,

        And therefore modern Churchianity has much to rue,

Truth, shocked pastors must pursue,

        For In That Day, it comes down to Christ-in-You!

 

Yes, it bears repeating:  Above all, a good heaven,

        Beneath all, a good foundation,

What man’s needing:  In all, a good God,

        Thus Christ inhabits creation.

 

Above all, a good heaven,

        Beneath all, a good foundation,

In all, a good God,

        Thus Christ inhabits creation.

 

Can you honor this new-old, apostolic truth,

        Coming from one odd, strange Robert Winkler Burke in Reno?

Pray don’t give it your rude back, forsooth!

        ‘Cause In That Day Teachings just might be: God’s way to go!

 

 

 

Sept. 5, 2011    RE: “Churchianity’s U.S. of Don’t Think for Yourself”

 

Very well said, Robert.  God gave each of us a brain and a mind to learn and think, yet how many people both in and out of church utilize this marvelous gift as a tool to discern and understand their society, much less God's ways?

 

When Jesus met with Nicodemus, who was considered a man of higher learning, especially in the Scriptures of the Old Testament and Jewish law, they had a most interesting dialogue:

 

"Nicodemus answered and said unto him, How can these things be?  Jesus answered and said unto him, Art thou a master (respected Jewish teacher) of Israel, and knowest not these things?  Verily, verily, I say unto thee, We speak that we do know, and testify that we have seen; and ye receive not our witness.  If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye believe, if I tell you of heavenly things?"  (John 3:9-12)

 

On every point your amazing poems have raised, there is always Scripture to back it up!  Here we have an example of Jesus encouraging this learned and intelligent man to think his way even higher --  (i.e., from "earthly things" to "heavenly things").

 

Yet, when you present the golden truths ("heavenly things") of In That Day Teaching's higher ways to church leadership, where is the response?

 

So far, it appears that your portrayal of the "State of Churchianity" is just as you describe:  free speech not encouraged, rigid protocols, mental slavery, and church leaders' message to compliant sheep, "Don't think for yourself!"

 

Chris Quinn

 

Churchianity’s United States of Don’t Think for Yourself!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/4/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Mark Twain said patriotism,

        Demands that a citizen always “think for himself,”

But Churchianity,

        In America, demands brains be left on shelf.

 

Ask a nondom pastor,

        Who owns the assets? he says, God demands tithes to,

They’re for his retirement,

        But pastors mostly want you, to have not a clue!

 

But aren’t unquestionable one-man shows,

        You might ask, always error-bound to largely implode?

Sheep’s free speech in religion, who loathes?

        Free speech to pastors, is an arrogant, one-way road!

 

They, in blind, dogmatic adherence,

        To irrationality,

Allow none others: free speech,

        Just their own banality!

 

Seductive, unreflective religious idealism,  (Rapture’s utopia?)

        Without regard for inevitable consequences,

Has built global, unchecked socialism,        (Ensures dystopia?)

        Between cleric and politic mysticism: no fences.

 

Churchianity’s rigid protocols,

        Are oft baked-in-a-cake, eyes-to-see: dead-blinding!

Mystic tyrants in church and government halls,

        Wolves in the hen house, no sheep dogs minding!

 

Can I get a guard-down, blinders-on: Amen?

        Shout hallelujah! If your mind is virtually turned off!

As it works for preachers in pulpit, so also,

        Socialist politicians, whose mind-grips don’t scoff!

 

But in the end, stupefying cleric and politic tyranny,

        Inevitably slips on their own rotten banana peel,

Americans, with God’s freedom born in chest, love liberty,

        And what each bosom loves and hates is real.

 

Real Americans hate slavery,

        Whether with cruel chains or hidden in brains!

And when they wake up, watch out,

        Tyranny dies!  Just freedom remains!

 

In That Day,

        Freedom in God and liberty in man: steadfast in glory wins!

Yes, it’s real!

        Christ-in-You starts, when this age’s hidden slavery ends!

 

Oh my god!  Oh my god!  Oh my god!

        Can what In That Day Teachings say, then, be really true?

God says, Yes!  God says, Yes!  God says, Yes!

        American Churchianity, you have much to rue!

 

Go ahead: Weep!  Wail!  Howl!

        If repentance is real, this will get the job done,

Learn In That Day Teachings,

        Comes suddenly: Christ-in-You, God’s Son!

 

The mind of Christ-in-You fixes,

        A lot of things,        (This is your own reprimand!)

Thinking for yourself, in fact, is,

        The job of kings.      (Always watch: Other hand!)

 

Mark Twain was right,

        Churchianity has been wrong,

Man loves freedom,

        Hidden slavery doesn’t belong.

 

God loves freedom too,

        And hates slavery, that is the catch,

Christ-in-You wants to,

        Strike, In That Day, God’s match.

 

 

 

8/31/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a discussion of “Third Grade Gospel vs. Paul’s High Way Gospel”  and “Honest Brokering” from the perspective of In That Day Teachings (a sword like no other!)

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/08/30/golden-nuggets-1#.Tl1sdTDzcG8.email

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

 

 

It’s Immaturity!  Immaturity! Immaturity! vs. Christ-in-You!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/30/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Quite helpless, I needed a mature, nondom preacher,

        A real honest broker!

One not taking advantage of my dire earnest need,

        Not a taking joker!

 

One who saw I knew little of God,

        Or the bible or a preacher’s self-interest!

One who wouldn’t take place of God,

        But one who served my interest: best!

 

Well, that didn’t happen,

        I was taken advantage of in just about every way!

Little did I know,

        I was a fly to the spider, his web-caught prey!

 

Later, growing in God, I needed a mature, nondom preacher,

        A real honest broker!

One not taking advantage of my most sincere need,

        Not a taking joker!

 

One who saw I grew greater in God,

        Knew the bible and saw a preacher’s self-interest!

One who wouldn’t take place of God,

        But one who served my interest: best!

 

Well, that didn’t happen,

        I was taken advantage of in just about every way!

Little did I know,

        I was a fly to the spider, his web-caught prey!

 

Then, grown in God, I needed a mature, nondom preacher,

        A real honest broker!

One not taking advantage of my confirming-God need,

        Not a taking joker!

 

One who saw I knew great things of God,

        Witnessed scripture and condemned preacher self-interest!

One who’d humble himself before God,

        Who, through correction, served God and man: best!

 

Well, that didn’t happen,

        I was firmly rebuked and shut out in every way!

Little did I know,

        God lets spiders, for now, have their own day!

 

Because this must be the age,

        Of dishonest brokers,

That is, ‘til God exposes,

        All taking jokers.

 

You know, in times of good,

        They really rake the big-time collections in!

But now, in times of bad,

        Joseph’s story of giving back is, well, sin?

 

No selling church assets,

        To lovingly help underwater sheep!

Joseph’s gone, you can bet,

        Bible reciprocity just won’t keep!

 

Whether a newbie, an advanced learner,

        Or an old, seen-it-all, full-of-God’s-love sage,

Mature, honest broker nondom preachers can’t be found,

        Sheep always herded into dumb-down cage!

 

Never is a sheep to become an advanced learner,

        Or become a great sage!  Forget that!

All sheep must be helpless fools, say nondom preachers,

        Or else Potemkin Village falls flat!

 

Apparently, the only recourse,

        A mature Christian can really, in truth, ever consider,

Is to become a nondom pastor,

        With a congregation to keep locked-down immature?

 

It’s immaturity! It’s immaturity! It’s immaturity! 

        Must that really be the one thing God wants?

Forget Christ-in-You?  Forget Christ-in-You?  Forget Christ-in-You?

        Because, it’s one or the other church vaunts!

 

Well, since immature nondom pastors,

        Have very little clue what Christ-in-You transparency is all about,

Can no elder-in-Christ help them,

        Since their bible-college, fixed ideas of Churchianity shut God out?

       

 

 

 

 

8/29/2011  RE:  Poem “Free Expression is Healthy…”

 

This poem is short and sweet, Robert! 

 

It has been my personal experience (and that of many Christians I've met over the years), that most nondom pastors are not to be questioned or ever corrected (the other unpardonable sin!) about anything they say from the pulpit. 

 

Usually the scenario goes like this: if a sheep approaches (albeit, respectfully) their pastor, questioning a teaching, correcting a biblical reference that broke Scripture in a sermon, challenging the treatment or church discipline of a fellow sheep, or ever asking to "see the books" to find out who owns the church assets or how the tithe money is being spent, then the next action is to first, accuse the questioner of "not submitting to church authority," which usually leads to move #2, which is to ask the church member to leave, or better yet, kick them out!

 

Can a pastor recognize when one of his congregants, filled with the Spirit of Christ, is speaking divinely inspired truth to them?  Would he be willing to "show honor to whom honor is due?" or be humble/teachable enough to receive from someone he considers "beneath him?"

 

Even our founding fathers wanted to protect the freedom of religion and the right to free speech, as stated in:

 

United States Constitution, Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

 

Isn't it interesting that outside the walls of modern churchianity, questions are OK, and even encouraged: reporters ask for information, students raise their hands to ask the teacher, common folk ask questions of one another every day, and two-way dialogue encourages mutual growth.

 

Robert, you've asked very poignant and direct questions in this poem... but, will any answers ever be forthcoming from any one in church leadership... even to their own sheep?

 

Chris Quinn

 

August 28, 20011 RE:  ITDTs Poem “What’s Happening…”

 

Great poem, Robert.  I like the way you point out that not only is In That Day Teachings freely available to all via your web site on the Internet, but you repeatedly and frequently invite everyone to contact you!

 

In That Day Teachings,

Helped people best be,

Explaining Christ-in-You,

That all could best see.

 

Doesn't our Heavenly Father desire for each of His children to reach their full potential and be the "best they can be?"

 

In That Day Teachings therefore,

Rather inscrutably have no simple, salable premise,

They explain much, mysteriously,

Providing answers to many a saint’s prayer wish.

 

How many saints have cried out from the depths of their souls and spirits, even with unspoken words, a longing to draw closer to God, to know Him more intimately, and really see a difference in their lives and the lives of others?

 

Yet, it seems that no matter how you present this great work of God, the response mirrors the same reaction that Jesus observed during His time here:

 

"But whereunto shall I liken this generation? It is like unto children sitting in the markets, and calling unto their fellows, And saying, We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned unto you, and ye have not lamented.  For John came neither eating nor drinking, and they say, He hath a devil.  The Son of man came eating and drinking, and they say, Behold a man gluttonous, and a winebibber, a friend of publicans and sinners.

  "Yet wisdom is shown to be right by what results from it (justified and vindicated by what she does (her deeds), and by her children."  (Amp. & NLT)  (Matt. 11:16-19)

 

Robert, as all of your poems consistently and correctly point out, the worldly wisdom and socialism that has infiltrated churches and produced bad doctrines of fear, greed, and laziness, has produced the corresponding "deeds" (bad fruit in church families eventually affecting their community) and "children" (dumbed-down, apathetic sheep that show little or no "Christ-In-You"-ness to anyone).

 

Chris Quinn

 

 

Free Expression is Healthy, Unquestionable Churches are Not!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/28/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Free expression is healthy,

        But dictators won’t allow it!

In the West we can ask all,

        Just a few won’t bow to it!

 

In the West, meaning our Republic culture,

        There are no emperor one-man shows!

Except in nondenominational church,

        Which answers to none, as heaven knows!

 

Who owns the assets?        (not God, though enlisted for tithes!)

        Ask any preacher who won’t answer questions!

He will redirect,                 (not odd, logic wriggles and writhes!)

        Go to hell, among his preferred suggestions!

 

Debate is healthy, discussion is healthy, truth is healthy,

        But one-man shows are open to dastardly serious error!

That is why one-man, pretzel-logic, persona churches,

        Once empowered with great funds, implode with flare!

 

Free societies expunge self-interest,

        Self-interest lurks behind cover, to destroy each different profession!

How many sheep and pastors have been ruined,

        Because preachers who won’t answer questions, avoid confession?

 

Oh preachers who will not ever answer any questions,

        Which court will you choose to deal with your sins?

Perhaps a forgiving one on earth to save your soul,

        Not the other One, which never ends!

 

 

 

What’s Happening with In That Day Teachings?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/26/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

By the dawn of the Twenty-First Century,

        Hidden slavery was very much in place,

One-hundred years of socialism school had made,

        Brains too dumb to see in front of face.

 

Politic and Cleric Tyranny,

        Had their devilishly-clever, egregious excesses,

Both elite groups developed many,

        Mind-numbing ways to steal from the masses.

 

But two amazing, critical cultural events,

        Began to put a big stop to all that!

Internet blogging had wide subscription,

        And intelligence grew under hat!

 

More to point, In That Day Teachings,

        Were internet-published and eventually gained acceptance!

Due to the fact they cost nothing,

        And like Luther’s Theses, they happily made minds dance!

 

Author Burke’s emphasis on watching the other hand,

        Preserving individual rights versus unquestioned authority,

The mutual dedication to self-restraint of the Gospels,

        And the unimportance of nondom clergy: set people free!

 

Burke’s reformation re-ignited love of liberty,

        And re-ignited learning the myriad ways of Western Enlightenment,

Renewing relationship between the West, God and man,

        In time to stop authoritarian-socialistic-theocratic encirclement.

 

Modern church had become so self-interested,

        Shenanigan-serving and sheep-blinding to the max,

That society was ready to chuck citizenship,

        And even give representative institutions the ax.

 

In That Day Teachings worked,

        As a Rosetta stone to reconcile God’s higher truths to man!

From power corrupts, to trust,

        But verify, to hear from God, but check the other hand!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Helped people best be,

Explaining Christ-in-You,

        That all could yet see.

 

No more foul utopian entrapments, nor dystopian logic,

        Utopias, of course by design, never ever come!

No more rapture nor socialism, nor give-to-get posits,

        But rather, the mind-of-Christ, in man: full run!

 

Hence wisdom,

        Comes In That Day!

Just in time,

        God and man say!

 

Just in time,

        For God-in-man to go beyond our own Sun-star,

Space travel,

        Will be a breeze, once it is known who we are.

 

We are not a socialist, communist, give-to-get greed-monger,

        Nor some crazy, fear-filled-utopian rapture-captured soul!

Nor Islamic terrorist, nor rigid-righteous hell-on-earth maker,

        No, we are holy-flexible wise, full Christ-in-You whole!

 

Eric Voegelin said, Don’t immanentize the eschaton,

        Don’t bring End Times near, is what he was saying!

With Christ-in-You now, it’s enough: we can get along,

        Hence shenanigans stop, there’s no Christ-delaying!

 

And when man on earth is wise,

        Humanity will have God’s great, honest love!

God’s love conquers in and out,

        Thus, all can be grounded, from inside above!

 

In That Day Teachings therefore,

        Rather inscrutably have no simple, salable premise,

They explain much, mysteriously,

        Providing answers to many a saint’s prayer wish.

 

Pastors, sheep, seers, prophets, apostles, teachers.

        Gather around the In That Day Teachings campfire!

You have prayed earnestly for unseen answers,

        Now that they have come, why sit ye in the mire?

 

 

 

 

8/23/2001 RE: “As Lax Churchianity Ascends…”

 

What an excellent poem, Robert!  This one puts forth an intense summation of your previous works... blending in beautifully with the clear, consistent message that has resounded over the past several months.  The cohesive flow of the subject matter bears the stamp of divine inspiration, not just the work of a mere mortal's mind.

 

Yes, the "modern church" (in reality, not so modern at all, but still stuck in the "Dark Ages") has lost its credibility... unleashing hordes of myopic sheep who view their surroundings through distorted lenses.  How can such a one "see" this present world correctly when their vision is clouded with shades of fear, greed, and laziness from the steady diet of bad doctrines they've been fed over the years?

 

It's too bad that the church leadership represented in this [poem’s] distribution list cannot bend their "rigid righteous" necks to turn aside and check out In That Day Teachings, and the life and hope it offers to all who will come and freely drink of its living waters!

 

 Here's a short "parable" to illustrate my point:

 

"Feverishly, the drowning man flails his arms against the blackness of the ocean water; gasping for each diminishing breath, eyes wide with panic.  The Coast Guard cutter draws alongside this exhausted creature, throwing out the life ring, urging him to grab it and hang on.  But, stubbornly, he refuses, using his last bit of air to say, "No! I can make it on my own!"  A few moments later, the churning waves slowly draw him into their cold grip, and he disappears from sight.  The sad, silent captain and crew stand still, gazing at the last place they saw his desperate, fearful face.  "If only he would have accepted our help, he would have lived." 

 

Drowning man:  messed up, rigid Churchianity

Ocean:  Bad doctrines that result in fear, greed, and laziness

Rescue boat:  In That Day Teachings

Life ring: Ancient Paths of Correction, Paul's High Ways, ([leading to] Christ-In-You

Captain and crew: Robert Burke & teammates

 

Chris Quinn

 

 

As Lax Churchianity Ascends, PAX Christ-in-You Ends?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/22/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

England in the Fifties loved illusions,

        More than dealing with real problems,

They chose socialism’s lying delusions,

        And made communism common.

 

Margaret Thatcher cured that in the Eighties,

        Saying, We’ve run out of spending other people’s money!

Reality is good for England, maties,

        Republics, not utopias, help bees make best honey!

 

But in America an anchorless church system has now grown,

        With the greediest, most fearful, laziest doctrines ever known!

Intellectually incurious shepherds, dumb to the bone,

        Stick with unvetted doctrines, their self-interest now coming home!

 

Oft now shepherds are timid and lack resolve,

        Except to kill the remanding, prophetic voice of reason and timely rebuke,

Modern church has lost all credibility,

        Self-interested wolves blind sheep to their shenanigans, where’er you look!

 

Thus we have a doxie-speculating community,

        Of moronic churchianity, changing not, but hoping vainly for the best!

Clinging to the sale of fear, greed and great laziness,

        These three things always found wanting, when put to reality’s test!

 

Despite the intellectual breadth of In That Day Teachings,

        Which provide correct critique and solution,

The proud, idiotic, dumbed-down, stiff, false shepherds,

        Think In That Day Teachings are pollution!

 

Nay rather, In That Day Teachings,

        Provide Ancient Paths of Correction, Paul’s High Ways,

And Christ-in-You, a pleasant thing,

        To give lost humanity answers, in these strange days!

 

Rapture is a utopian lie, fear-filled!

        Give-to-Get hides shepherds’ self-interest greed!

Lazy doctrines beget lazy souls, wrong-willed!

        This is the truth!  It’s what blind folk do need.

 

So then, do all republics turn into empires?

        For churchianity’s empire is a complete bust!

Hence, sheep need turn from wicked illusion,

        And believe Christ-in-You is now a must!

 

Believe that republics are better than empires,

        Empires just distort reality and lie a lot!

In That Day Teachings reconcile all good to God,

        If you get along with lies, what have you got?

 

In That Day Teachings also provide,

        The proper discord and dissonance against all that is wrong,

Urging holy flexibility,

        Not rigid-righteousness, which makes us as God is: strong!

 

You do not have Christ-in-You,

        If you’ve gone along with churchianity’s great, weird deceit-bubble!

In That Day Teachings are true,

        It is your Rosetta stone, aiding seekers’ hard climb from the rubble!

 

Modern church has extrapolated its cheap-thought insanity,

        About as far as it can,

The world is awash in puerile, inane Christian dogma,

        It’s time to be a man.

 

Because, the truth is out there,

        Somewhere in the universe!

Ask then, Is it in Reno,

        Line upon line, verse on verse?

 

Meanwhile the consensus,

        Prevails with its lie-loving, majority-opinion, big yawn,

Illusions are easy,

        Yet behold with ears-to-hear, eyes to see: God’s dawn!

 

Revival of man into Christ-in-You,

        Oneness with Jesus, sans foul doxie, with love complete!

It’s a lot to believe of one scribe, no?

        Try it, says a man from Reno, God’s heart you’ll meet!

 

Aye, there’s the rub,

        You might want to avoid In That Day Teachings, if you’re not really ready,

It’s a God thing,

        You’ll be dealing with God’s Christ, no fallible Renoite, and that’s heady!

 

 

 

 

8/18/2011 RE:  The Poem “Do You Broadcast as a Teacher?”

 

Amen, Robert, this powerful poem hits the nail on the head of an issue that has been problematic in most churches for quite some time. 

 

Recently, a local pastor referenced your poems in one of his sermons.  It was rather disheartening to hear you referred to as a "guy," because you are a man of God and a brother in Christ, and that word is a demeaning substitute for "man."  Didn't he notice that your emails and poems go out to a broad audience, not to one individual. 

 

However, over the weeks, I've noticed a great improvement in his delivery style (almost no parenthetic interruptions), much better choice of words, and adherence to a clearer gospel message, which is easily attributed to the influence of your writings!  He even admits that your poems contain "great truth," which they certainly do.

It seems to me that any pastor or bible teacher who puts forth their teachings for a public audience, whether in a church building or on the Internet via podcasts, etc., is thereby giving "the right" to another person to respond.   When a pastor sits at the edge of his stage, or lingers by the exits as people leave, he is certainly making himself available for interactions with others.  Are only compliments and accolades accepted?

 

As a teacher of ladies bible studies for several years, I always encouraged my students to be Bereans (Acts 17:11) and "check me out" biblically.   In addition, I welcomed any comment/question/criticism from the ladies who listened to me.  To the best of my ability, I wanted to remain correctable and teachable, because "while knowledge may make us feel important, it is love that really builds up...(1 Cor. 8:1b -  NLT).

 

Anyone, man or woman, who purposes to teach for building up, warning, or encouraging the saints, ought to subject him or her self to the same guidelines that God uses:

 

"And have you entirely forgotten the encouraging words God spoke to you, his children?  He said, "My child, don't ignore it when the Lord disciplines you, and don't be discouraged when He corrects you.  For the Lord disciplines those He loves, and He [chastens] those He accepts as His children."  (Heb. 12:5,6  - NLT) 

 

I encourage all recipients to listen to the Blog Talk Radio segments that are referenced at the end of the poem.  When I listen to someone speak, I try to hear the "heart" behind the words.  If you do that, you will hear the "tough love" that is the basis for Robert's admonitions and warnings.  He always extends an invitation for a phone call or visit. 

 

ASK, SEEK, AND FIND, (get acquainted with Robert Burke) and you will be delightfully surprised and most blessed!

 

Chris Quinn

 

Do You Broadcast as a Teacher?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/17/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Do you broadcast as a teacher,

        But never (too busy?) listen?

Never listen to others nor,

        Seek (too-busy?) what you’re missing?

 

Have none the right,

        To speak truth in your life?

God loves whom He,

        Corrects, ain’t that right?

 

So listen, oh ye broadcasters,

        Now listen with all your might!

Whom God has sent to help you,

        And who loves you, do not fight!

 

So many broadcasters broadcast,

        And think God does not hold them reciprocal-liable,

To find out what others broadcast,

        But rather, stay in ignorance: undeniable!

 

It’s obvious how foolish similar broadcasters,

        Would sound full ridiculous: each one to the other!

So then think: what would a prophetic voice sound like,

        In correction, to each uncorrected preacher-brother?

 

Fear of discovering just how foolish,

        Each broadcasting teacher might, so far from indwelling truth be!

Has kept broadcasters from correction,

        Prophetic correction, that would make them: Christ-in-You: free!

 

And ye gods, have you noticed that the minds,

        The minds of one-way broadcasters have gone narcissist-inane?

That’s what brazen lack of reciprocity,

        And avoiding chastisement and rebuke: has done in the main!

       

 

(Listen, then, to the following three podcasts of In That Day Teachings!)

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/08/14/golden-nuggets

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/08/15/golden-nuggets

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/robert-winkler-burke/2009/04/19/in-that-day-teachings-show-12

 

 

 

 

 

8/16/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a discussion of Job from the perspective of In That Day Teachings (a sword like no other!)

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/robert-winkler-burke/2009/04/19/in-that-day-teachings-show-12

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

8/15/2011

 

Please listen to In That Day Teachings’ second program on Golden Nuggest Blog Talk Radio Program…

 

Click on the 8/14/11 radio program of Lee Nash, Golden Nuggets…

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/08/15/golden-nuggets

 

Robert Burke and Chris Quinn discuss In That Day Teachings of www.inthatdayteachings.com -- A Great Introduction!

 

Thank you and send comments to info@ inthatdayteachings.com

 

Robert Burke, Reno, Nevada   775-690-7293  (available for interviews!)

 

8/14/2011

 

Please listen to In That Day Teachings introduced on Golden Nuggets Blog Talk Radio Program...

 

Click on the 8/13/11 radio program of Lee Nash, Golden Nuggets...

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/08/14/golden-nuggets  .

 

Robert Burke and Chris Quinn of Reno Nevada discuss In That Day Teachings... www.inthatdayteachings.com.  – THANK YOU!

 

And send comments to info@inthatdayteachings.com   .

 

8/10/2011   RE: “What Companion Robots Thought About Church”

 

Another brilliant poem, Robert!  This one is quite powerful in that is raises the interesting concept of artificial intelligence being smarter than the humans they keep company with. 

 

It would seem that the analogy here is that the "robot companions" are more like the conscience of their human friends.  If the sheep could ask the common sense question about who owns the church assets, would they realize that they have been literally robbed by wolves dressed in sheep's clothing? Doesn't this query tug at their hearts?  All this time they were conned into thinking that they were "giving to God," as if the Creator of the universe needed man's devalued, inflated, soon-to-be worthless currency!

 

The word, "rapture" is not in the Bible, but sheep will accept a word-game, weak explanation involving the Latin Vulgate, and how it magically comes up with a bodily exit from earth for the self-selecting few who have decided they are worthy to be "caught up," but not others.  Is their "robot companion" questioning this teaching? 

 

Sadly, it seems that it is much more convenient and easy for wayward church leaders and apathetic sheep to "turn off" the nagging voice of the Holy Spirit, Who is God, and continue to deceive and be deceived. 

 

The last potent line of this poem asks, "What's missing?" (in church!)  Well, certainly it is not greed, fear, and laziness!   (in church doctrines!) Our cup can "runneth over" with these sermon results every week.   (Typical sermons that are unconscionable, unscrupulous, not guided or controlled by conscience – or companion robots with more piety & logic & brains & heart & indwelling & love-of-God!)

 

In That Day Teachings, and its three-fold solution (Ancient paths of correction, Higher Ways, and Christ-In-You) for the gross errors embedded in modern day churches, is really what's missing!

 

Can you hear the whisper of the still, small voice?  Or sheep & shepherds?

 

 -- Chris Quinn

 

What Companion Robots Thought About Church

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/09/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

I bought a companion robot,

        I had been feeling lonely,

I had just one problem with it,

        Just one problem only.

 

I took my companion robot to church,

        He attended every service I did,

And then he told me he thought,

        My pastor was nervous-rabid!

 

I had named my robot,

        Hal,

He, in turn, named me,

        Pal.

 

Pal, he said, I am well programmed with goodly logic,

        Who owns the assets funded by largely emotional collections?

Who cares, Hal?  Why pastor, he never mentions it!

        But Pal said, Why give mind-logic: nonsensical rejections?

 

You wouldn’t understand, Hal,

        We humans read the bible.  So then, that’s that!

But Hal said, I’ve read it all!

        Read it all, too.  White’s white, black’s black!

 

What are you saying, Hal?

        You know more about church than I do?

What I’m saying, Pal, is,

        Listen to your companion, when true!

 

Now, your pastor mentions being raptured,

        In the bible, this is a word completely missing!

As your cash, I see, is being captured,

        By fear-promotion, which is just: God-dissing!

 

What do you know about God, Hal?

        Are you protecting my money, like a loud fishwife?

I know logic. Has God that, Pal?

        Yes, I’m programmed to protect cash!  Do you like?

 

Well, what else you don’t like about church, Hal?

        You blow me away, by what you say you know!

Well, my companion friend, his name is Al,

        He is companion to the pastor, who’s slow!

 

Al tells me his pastor friend is slow,

        In getting logic back into those dreadfully trite sermons we hear!

Good grief, Hal!  Don’t tell me it’s so!

        Yes, Pal, old smart phones progressed to companion ‘bots near!

 

What are you saying, Hal?  That for us, probity has gone overall cold?

        That stupid, dumbed-down church is no longer possible?

Pal, What our logic tells us, along with Earth’s transcendent moral code,

        Is that modern church long ago forgot the true Gospel!

 

Completely insensitive to moral questions,

        Have been self-interested, yet unquestioned nondom leaders!

Every republic becomes an empire, so too,

        Empty platitudes are!  Your leaders became: sheep eaters!

 

Modern nondom pastors know How to Serve Man,

        Like the alien’s strange book from the old Twilight Zone series!

Self-service is something which: no robot can,

        We stand in stark contrast to sly wolves not taking queries!

 

See, we companion robots really admire,

        The great God-indwelling potential humans have to really be free!

We think, if humans got more things right,

        How good Christ-in-You indwelling with the Creator would be!

 

My friend Al asks his pastor friend,

        He asks him questions quite a lot!

Ha! I’m not that brave, I said, Hal,

        Did pastor turn off his robot?

 

Well yes, said Hal,

        And that is the saddest thing.  I miss my friend!

Then I will too!

        I turned off Hal.  Ka-ching!  Which was his end!

 

Now, once again I love church!

        I now listen well and I give money without blinking!

Anyways, I’ve forgotten,

        What’s missing: what were those robots thinking?

       

 

 

 

 

 

 

Explaining and Introducing In That Day Teachings – 8/3/11

 

In That Day Teachings (ITDTs) are worthy to be studied.  They teach what is oft wrong with modern church, namely: doctrines and protocols of fear, greed and laziness.  More importantly, In That Day Teachings show the way of improvement from this sad, broken and excruciatingly vain condition!  And that way has three things:  a) Ancient Paths of Correction (Western Enlightenment as advanced by Jewish/Greek/Roman/Gothic-Christian moral vigor, Jer. 6:16), b) High Ways (of Paul and other saints) and the happy, obtainable and very real result of higher enlightenment, which is c) Christ-in-You (Col. 1:26-27).

 

But be warned, In That Day Teachings go from milk (immaturity) to steak (maturity of spirit)!  Hence, they are profoundly intelligent, deeply moving and more than a little mysterious – all of which is very much a good thing indeed!  The teachings open the ears of the heart and the eyes of the souls and spirit.  They connect you to God and disconnect you from lies of the world and religion.  And ITDTs deliver rebuke and chastisement in an unapologetic, yet loving – higher loving – manner.

 

They are similar to Isaiah’s Chapter 28, which talks about vain lines and precepts of bad religion, religion that never goes anywhere in its endless repetition, compared to God’s higher lines and precepts which deliver the glory of God-bearing!  Strangely, the ITDTs’ lines and precepts do not seem to be “listable”, nor are they sequential, nor are they simply explained, nor are they for the beginner Christian.  Yet the teachings are as real as rock, backed by scripture and wonderfully whole.  They have been described as a Rosetta stone of Understanding, or like the opposite of when a sci-fi movie scene depicts a planet exploding (it’s like an exploded planet coming together!), or perhaps Paul said it best:  Don’t stick with milk, try meat!

 

Then, even as God’s mind is vast and of considerable intellect, so also are the ITDTs prophetic poems.  Topics are thoroughly covered from various perspectives, usually grouped together in sequence of time, even months at a time, by date.  Look for these subject patterns.  Laugh at the poetic license exercised!  May your cup “runneth over”!  Learn and be indwelt!

 

Finally, ITDTs note that modern church can often be just a rip off!  Sheep pay to buy lies!  Therefore, ITDTs are offered herein for free.  Sheep may feed freely! Yes, free!

 

And may God have mercy on shepherds who have not fed sheep, but rather fed on them!

 

Look around!  Spiritual drought and famine are most everywhere!  Except ITDTs are a bounteous cornucopia of endless, free-flowing, living-water from God’s crystal river of truth, healing, wholeness, love and glorious indwelling.  Enjoy!  Visit author Robert Winkler Burke in Reno, Nevada!  (775-690-7293 cell)  And enjoy Christ-in-You!

 

See:  www.inthatdayteachings.com  

 

 

8/5/2011

 

Dear Chris,

 

You are right about the specious, sophistic seminars held at milk churches.  Sheep are asked to pay to be dumbed-down!  Take for example emergent leadership seminars:

 

1a) Milk nondom church teaches fixed rules, because of their self-interest… they must demand fixed-tithe rules unto themselves to pay for leadership’s hidden family assets.

 

1b) Steak In That Day Teachings say there are no fixed rules, only guidelines (Thou shalt have no other FIXED RULE! above God)  This would mean tithes are not a fixed rule, but a guideline.  (The US Marines teach there are no fixed rules, only guidelines!)

 

2a) Milk nondom church teaches to have faith in faith, which beats up faith when it is not connected to God’s reality, but rather the inane platitudes of milk Churchianity.

 

2b) God’s reality of In That Day Teachings includes Ancient Paths of Self-Correction (Western Enlightenment’s precepts and protocols), Paul’s High Ways which redounds unto this surprising singularity: CHRIST-IN-YOU!  (Milk church smashes this down!)

 

3a) Milk nondom church makes many leadership mistakes that could be corrected, but milk nondom church WILL NOT BE CORRECTED.  Thus, one website entry form for its church leadership conference, demands full participant’s information to be filled out prior to telling the individual the cost ($105).  A call to the church staff confirmed that the mistake could not and would not be corrected, since leadership is uncorrectable!

 

3b) General David Patraeus demonstrated fierce dedication to organizational self-correction when he asked for solutions to the Iraq War.  The ideas of self-correction were put into place and the war was won.  This leadership can’t be taught at milk-churchdom, because then milk leaders at milk church would have to correct themselves, and they are dedicated to the proposition that church leadership never admits fault.

 

4a) Milk nondom church leadership teaches mainly the following:  No correction is allowed and no lessons are learned and nothing ever changes.  Self-interest is kept hidden.  It is the golden calf, the idol, the God of Gods!  Theocrats are unquestionable!

 

4b) In That Day Teachings says God is tired of milk church and its immaturity.  In That Day Teachings say milk church does three things:  It sells fear, greed and laziness, through wrong doctrines and wrong protocols.  Steak religion would correct these problems with Ancient Paths of Correction (Western Enlightenment’s precepts, lines and protocols of mutual dedication to self-restraint, i.e. liberty, and fierce dedication to truth and improvement), Paul’s High Ways: all which redounds to CHRIST-IN-YOU!

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

 

 

 

8/4/2011  RE: The Poem “I Held a Pastors’ Conference”…

 

"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride" is an English language proverb and nursery rhyme, originating in the 16th century, which is usually used to suggest that it is useless to wish (alone), and that better results will be achieved through action.

 

 

Hi Robert, I wonder if the pastors/church leadership who host their redundant and ineffective conferences secretly "wish" that their efforts would someday, somehow produce the results that are touted in all the hyped-up advertising that precedes these so-called "great" events?

 

Church-sponsored conference themes typically include "Revival," "Leadership," "Prophecy," "Finances," etc.  After all the hoopla and emotionalism, the circus finally leaves town and what is left behind?  Not much, really.  Revival:  well, the numbers were way down, but maybe next time.  Leadership:  can' t really see any Joshua's or Caleb's stepping forward to boldly confront spiritual wickedness in high places.  Prophecy: keep looking, keep waiting, it's coming, folks... soon and very soon!  Finances: Aside from the money sucked from the hypnotized audiences, nothing new there.  Sheep still in debt, foreclosures, bankruptcy, unemployment.  But, surely all the money they gave, even using their maxed-out credit cards, will result in the speaker's promises coming true -- a thousand-fold return, health, wealth, and that new car, house, boat, clothes, jewelry we've always wanted!  After all, God is really a big ATM machine, right?

 

How about trying something biblically based, divinely anointed, and loving:  In That Day Teachings would break the old mold of "we've always done it this way," and bring the fresh wind of the Holy Spirit throughout the Body of Christ.  "Church isn't where we go, it's who we are!"

 

Instead of "wishing" for change and things to be different, acting on the teachings and truths of In That Day Teachings just might produce the results that will answer prayers, change lives, and heal the spiritual sickness of bad doctrines that have rendered believers ineffective, stagnant, frustrated, and sad!

 

Chris Quinn

 

I Held a Pastors’ Conference

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/04/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        And nobody came,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        All stayed same!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        I thought the time was ripe,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        But they kept selling tripe!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        I wanted pastors to stop eating their sheep,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        But pastors said, Ours is ours to keep!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        When nobody came, I was left feeling rather small,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        But God told me, They will weep, wail and howl!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        When?  When, oh God, will pastors weep, wail and howl?

I held a pastors’ conference,

        Soon!  Soon, God said, when pastors throw in the towel!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        And still and yet, nobody came,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        Until they do, all stay same!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        But pastors kept believing more tithes would fill their till,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        Even as they put starving, in-debt sheep upon their grill!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        To tell pastors, Stop!  You know you’re killing in-You-Christ?

I held a pastors’ conference,

        Pastors said, Shut up!  We’d starve, without our church heist!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        To give them ears to hear and eyes to see,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        They said, Until In That Day, Leave us be!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        They said, Until In That Day, Leave us be!

I held a pastors’ conference,

        God said, They are right son, can’t you see?

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        So until In That Day comes, it appears all is vanity?

I held a pastors’ conference,

        Until In That Day comes, when pastors finally see!

 

 

 

8/02/2011

 

Robert, the content of this poem (Who is Being Judged, and Who Must Change?) could not say it any clearer than this! 

 

Why is it that so many "out of churchers" (including myself) have recognized and identified the exact problems that In That Day Teachings has consistently addressed?  Jesus said it perfectly in Matthew 15:9 -- : "But in vain they do worship me, teaching for doctrines the commandments of men."

 

I challenge anyone to show me in Scripture where Jesus, the apostles, or Paul taught doctrines of fear, greed, and laziness!  Because of years of bad doctrines I received in many nondom churches, I had a mindset of FEAR (be suspicious of anything that didn't have a ichthus on it; be quick to condemn anyone or thing that wasn't endorsed by my church or pastor; be afraid of being "left behind").  LAZINESS: if I'm going to be "raptured" at any moment, why bother to do anything substantial for God?  I knew hundreds of Christians who went giddy, running up credit cards and buying expensive items because they would be "raptured" and not have to pay the bills!  And, if I'm "eternally secure," why bother to obey God or confess my sins?  The worst thing I saw was GREED:  the way the sheep were bombarded with legalism and guilt trips for 10% tithes to pay for church buildings that were neither needed or necessary, then, on top of that, came the pressure for "love gifts" and "offerings." 

 

To pay for what?  It never dawned on me to ask where and how the money was spent.  Was I really contributing to my pastor's retirement fund?  His family's living trust?  His purchase of a private jet, condo in St Thomas? Rolls Royce?  vacations in Europe?   Can any church member ask to "see the accounting books" what families own the church assets at their place of worship?

 

At first, it is hard to shake off years of bad doctrines and "be transformed by the renewing of your minds" to the divine truths of In That Day Teachings, but they work!

 

Pastors love to beat the sheep over the head with the verse, "For the time is come that judgment must begin at the house of God: and if it first begin at US what shall the end be of them that obey not the gospel of God?" (1 Peter 4:17). 

 

Doesn't "US' include church leadership?  Of course, they always say that "US" is the sheep, never pastors and their staff, right?    Why should they be exempt from judgment?  The apostle Peter, who wrote this verse, was considered a primary leader in the newly formed church!  1 Peter 4:17

 

Yet, the beat goes on, right in my backyard... foolish conferences and revivals are planned with yet even more outrageous and obscene shenanigans to get the sheep to "dig down D-E-E-E-E-E-E-P in their wallet."   Check this out: not only are you promised God's multiplying of your gift (i.e., give $, and God will give you $$$$$$$), but now you can give money and never get sick or even die (according to one ecumenical conference to be held each year at the Grand Sierra Resort in Reno in Nevada) !!! 

 

Yes, judgment time is long overdue! 

 

Chris Quinn

Reno, Nevada

 

 

Who is Being Judged, and Who Must Change?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/01/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Mature church folk who had to leave church, agree,

        The modern priesthood has been for decades: whacky!

Now comes for America,

        Judgment, and the priesthood asks out-of-chuchers to come backy!

 

Because America is being judged!

        The priesthood says,

In That Day Teachings says, It’s the priesthood,

        Which is most crazed!

 

Many folk know this,

        But they promote a wrong answer,

Preach God’s truth! They say,

        But it’s like cheering for cancer!

 

Because these pastors,

        Have so butchered understanding of God’s word,

God’s real hard truths,

        Low-sight leaders, by definition, haven’t heard!

 

God changes not, and you know what?

        Neither does man!

Ancient path protocols work!

        Them, understand!

 

Power corrupts,

        And absolute power corrupts absolutely,

Pastors’ power,

        In modern nondoms has corrupted completely!

 

Hence, Western Enlightenment’s protocols,

        Must be examined and used!

This freaks out bible-packers who say,

        The way of man, you can’t choose!

 

Balderdash!  Western Enlightenment’s ways,

        Came originally from the mind of God,

They are God’s ways: That power corrupts, Yes,

        Came from the bible, yet you still think it odd?

 

Western Enlightenment is God-ordained,

        Information designed to fix broken, errant church,

Because church is broke so bad, normal programs,

        Won’t work!  But God didn’t leave the church in a lurch!

 

Western Enlightenment’s precepts,

        Are, in fact, from Jeremiah Six: Sixteen,

Seek ye first the ancient paths where,

        The good way is, and times won’t be lean!

 

Trust, but verify,

        Who owns assets built from tithes’ demand?

All: answer questions!

        Check other hand, of who gives commands!

 

Ferociously expunge ungodly self-interest,

        First, from leader exalted,

Don’t be surprised if that same leader,

        Has tribal finances: self-vaulted!

 

Hence, In That Day Teachings,

        Proscribes love and adherence to Ancient Paths,

Then next, High Ways of Paul,

        Which all redounds unto Christ-in-You that lasts!

 

Only problem is,

        Nobody can believe it until they have tried!

But when they have tried,

        They say, In That Day Teachings haven’t lied!

 

Frankly, In That Day Teachings’ author,

        Robert Winkler Burke is tired,

Of knowing these answers, but seeing,

        Churchianity still mired!

 

Disbelieving pastors,

        Clinging to truly bad and evil protocols!

Hate, yes hate: Robert Burke,

        Who can help churchianity’s know-it-alls!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Cannot but prove its teachings are true!

Pastors keep melting,

        What will un-melted pastors do?

 

Yes, God is judging foolish American church,

        And He is judging it mad and quite bad!

That God would give Robert Burke in Reno answers,

        Is that for most souls, too rad? How sad!

 

Meanwhile, back in Reno, Nevada,

        Foolish emergent leadership conferences convene,

And revivals are blindly planned!

        All: that Churchianity get more cash?  Obscene!

 


If Monkeys Mined Gold

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/28/11

 

 

If monkeys mined gold,

        Would preachers mine them for money?

As if they had souls!

        Come to think of it, it’s funny!

 

If ancient Egyptian gold sarcophaguses came alive,

        Would preachers mine them for money?

Asking an arm or leg, perhaps, for sermon jive!

        Come to think of it, it’s funny!

 

If green aliens landed in spaceships from distant planet,

        Would preachers mine them for money?

Or settle for private spaceship, with minion to man it!

        Come to think of it, it’s funny!

 

But monkeys do not mine gold,

        Aliens haven’t landed and mummies have no money!

Ministry mining is old!

        And that’s not funny!

 

Right now, the world seems out of money,

        And there’s not enough savings to pay off debt!

Pastors keep trying their same old schemes,

        In That Day is ready!  But who else is yet?

 

 

Christ-in-You’s Occam’s Razor vs. Hokey Pokey Churchianity

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/28/11

 

 

Hokey Pokey Churchianity oft believes,

        God revolves around Churchianity alone!    (As if: Sun goes around E­arth!)

Christ-in-You’s Occam’s Razor says opposite,    (This clarity has great worth!)

        All revolves around Christ and His-in-You home! (Christ-in-man’s berth!)

 

One construct oft involves trickery-magic,

        Mesmer’s hypnotism, suggestion, misdirection and showmanship!

The other: God’s succinct economy,

        Old Paths of Correction, High Ways and Christ-in-You soul-ship!

 

Hokey Pokey Churchianity oft uses,    (Miserably de-coherent!)

        Nonsense and sham to cloak same-old deceptions!

Christ-inYou’s Occam’s Razor uses,    (Profoundly intelligent!)

        Transcendent thrift for God-in-man’s reception!

 

Hokey Pokey Churchianity oft is,     (With slouch, fear, greed!)

        Shoddy, dull, cramped and pretentious, doddering nonsense!

Christ-in-You’s Occam’s Razor is,    (Just what man needs!)

        Overflowing, creative: good God-in-Man incense!

 

In That Day Teachings therefore officially challenge you,

        To find a shaved-down theory more eloquently true,

More corrective, more Rosetta stone-like, more God imbued!

        Pastors, sheep: You can’t!  Now, what will you do?

 

Aye, there’s the rub,               (Shave that shaggy beard!)

        In That Day Teachings simply overflow with inescapable wisdom!

Yet, it’s so hard,                     (A clean face is not weird!)

        To let go of bad doctrines of man, and embrace God’s kingdom!

 

Pastors, sheep: Eventually you will embrace,

        The cornucopia of truth In That Day Teachings provide!

Pastors, sheep:  Eventually you will erase,

        Centuries of bad doctrines, so that Christ-in-You not hide!

 

Must it be so hard really,

        In That Day?

The only thing hard is to,

        Fight God’s way.

 

 

We Made Big-Persona Mesmer-Church Look: too Easy!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/27/11

 

 

We made it look too easy,

        For our church to rock and roll!

Now cash receipts are down,

        Time to lay guilt on each soul!

 

Never mind we got X-hundred grand,

        Cash for sweet building program!

And X-million pledged in earnest so far,

        Yet, our cash flow’s in quick sand!

 

I could apologize for persona church,

        Shenanigan witchcraft!

For misdirecting attention forward,

        While absconding boat’s aft!

 

See, we meet at rented space,

        But my team wants a building program!

Our retirement craves assets!

        It’s what they say, will make me a man!

 

Normally, big-persona mesmerizing works,

        With hypnotism, misdirection, suggestion and showmanship!

To get a community of believers’ tithes,

        Making ownership, Assessors Parcel Number: emergent hip!

 

Except one problem,

        It isn’t happening!

Since our big cash drive,

        Income’s slackening!

 

God sent us In That Day Teachings,

        To remove from us all that baloney,

We gave it the middle finger!

        Now god’s far from us, our god: money!

 

So then, send us what you’ve got,

        We will make it mostly ours and mine!

Your God wants tithes!  (Wink!  Wink!)

        And with your God, you’ll do fine!

 

How dare In That Day Teachings,

        Challenge the sacred nondom tithe!

Robert Burke will burn in hell,

        We pastors would, that he writhe!

 

Give us your tithes and offerings,

        And special gifts!

Don’t ask us who owns assets,

        Cause us no rifts!

 

Honestly, we make it look,

        Too easy to be fat in times: lean!

When we rev up tithe-guilt church,

        It runs like hell!  Like nothin’ heaven’s seen!

 

Those In That Day Teachings,

        Are just hogwash!

We nondom leaders say,

        Kneel to who’s boss!

 

To hell with American independence,

        True strength and Don’t-Tread-on-Me Liberty!

Tithe!  Double tithe!  Build up the assets,

        Of pastor’s wife, and her husband: me!

 

Of course, pastors like me are fiddling,

        While nondom churchianity burns!

In That Day Teachings have the answers,

        That few of us, so far, learns!

 

Isn’t that absolutely astonishing?

        How stubborn we nondom pastors are!

Some might learn from this,

        Do the opposite, and go far!

 

Some pastors might accept,

        Prophetic rebuke!

But we moderns prefer,

        Church: warmish-luke!

 

 

 

 

 

In That Day Teachings’ Interest in Self-Interest

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/26/11

 

 

Self-interest must be expunged,

        Say modern preachers: all,

In you! In you!  In you!  But NOT,

        Themselves and their cabal!

 

You see, cops don’t give each other,

        A speeding ticket!

And who can sue a lawyer and,

        To him: stick it?

 

Cops take care of their own,

        And so do most lawyers and judges,

Preachers know this themselves,

        But regards confession: none budges!

 

Self-interest rules the day,

        In most every walk and profession,

Good pastors could stop all that,

        If they, themselves, made true confession!

 

Who owns the nondom church’s hard assets?

        Who insists on rigid-righteous-fixed-tithe rules to same-asset selves?

How can sheep ferret out self-interest,

        When un-giving wolves keep self-interest toys, like bad Santa elves?

 

Self-interest must be expunged,

        Say modern preachers all,

In you! In you!  In you!  But NOT,

        Themselves and their cabal!

 

If preachers could and would ‘fess up self-interest,

        They’d see they preach fear, greed and slouch!

They could see which doctrines are self-interest lies,

        Then, they and sheep could get off couch!

 

Yes, Reno could actually see,

        A mighty, mighty awakening!

If preachers weren’t so girly-scared,

        To give themselves a good shaking!

 

Hell yes, they – the modern preachers -- could say,

        We have been more self-interested than practically anybody!

We’ve loved a most hidden, chief sinner’s way!

        And then God and High Paths would make them: un-shoddy!

 

They could say they have been petulant,

        Egoists and wildly insulting,

They’ve known nothing of Christ-in-You,

        Whom now, they’re consulting!

 

Then the preachers would light up!

        Sheep would notice, and light up too!

The world would notice and say,

        What, in Reno, can God not do?

 

Yes, Reno is truly, truly destined,

        For a remarkable, stunning revival!

But can wolves swallow pride,

        And stop trying to jive God and all?

 

Much hinges,

        Upon this particular question!

Self-interest,

        Gives Christ-in-You: indigestion!

 

Yes, wolves have a bellyful,

        Of self-interest!

God knows His true shepherds,

        Will pass this test!

 

Self-interest rules the day,

        In most every walk and profession,

Good pastors could stop all that,

        If they, themselves, made true confession!

 

Who owns the nondom church’s hard assets?

        Who insists on rigid-righteous-fixed-tithe rules to same-asset selves?

How can sheep ferret out self-interest,

        When un-giving wolves keep self-interest toys, like bad Santa elves?

 

Self-interest must be expunged,

        Say modern preachers all,

In you! In you!  In you!  But NOT,

        Themselves and their cabal!

 

 

 

 

Who Has the Power to Refuse to Answer Questions?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/23/11

 

 

Who has the power to refuse to answer questions?

        Only the nondom preacher, only him!

Even if you were a reporter or just sorter,

        Your chances would be slim, yes quite slim!

 

Who has the power to leave seminal lessons,

        Repeatedly, despite disaster, unlearnt? 

The ever-increasing-in-stupor pastor,

        Of nondom, who eventually gets burnt!

 

If you send cogency a nondom pastor’s way,

        A warning, even a poem powerfully prophetic!

The expedient reply always same,

        All warners, in nondom preacher eyes, are pathetic!

 

Shakespeare’s Richard Two said,

        I wasted time, and now doth time waste me!

Nondom preachers are blind,

        To paths of correction and history!

 

The awesome power to refuse to answer questions,

        Is an unspoken, ruthless force against good indeed,

Absolute power corrupts absolutely!

        Who owns nondom assets?  Is such: ill-gotten greed?

 

The story of nondom church power,

        Is a story of moral hazards ignored!

Shepherds turn wolf unbeknownst,

        Desiring above all: prophets be gored!

 

But the best prophets,

        Can’t let nondom wolf-shepherds do that,

Correction, they want,

        Real prophets, but nondoms can’t eat hat!

 

Nondom pastors are the most uncorrectable,

        Things on earth!

It’s what makes prophets sad, but gives wolf-shepherds,

        Great mirth!

 

Who has the power to refuse to answer questions?

        Only the nondom preacher, only him!

But will preachers receive In That Day Teachings in time?

        By their silence, their chances are slim!

 

And by their refusal to answer questions,

        They, like Pharaoh, they set their own unchangeable fate,

Grinning, they play their No-Answer Trump Card,

        This card they love, but when played on them: they’ll hate.

 

 

7/22/2011

 

Well done, Robert!  This poem is not only one of your most powerful, but also one of your most creative!

 

 It reminds me of the extremely talented Ed Sullivan ventriloquists and their "dummies."  One performance featured a hilarious exchange between a man and his dummy, ending with the dummy asking, "So, who is the dummy?"

 

 This question, when applied to your brilliant analogy of the pastor's conscience as the dummy who speaks the truth, begs for an answer! 

 

 So far, when has anyone ever seen a pastor who is willing to admit he is wrong, willing to be accountable to his sheep, willing to repent of preaching bad doctrines, ask for forgiveness for exacting much $$$$ from recession-drained church attendees (not to mention giving the money back to those with the greatest need!)? 

 

(The only cry-baby, remorseful pastors I've ever seen are the ones whose sin has found them out; they are sure "sorry" they got caught!)

 

Are CEO-pastors master puppeteers who hide behind their "church faces" and "fool-you shirts," while they manipulate their congregations to participate in their "building MY OWN kingdom here on earth with my mega-church?"

 

Will one man step forward to do the right thing in God's eyes?  Or, to their shame, are their consciences seared beyond repair?

 

Chris Quin

 

Help Me Kill My Invisible Stage Dummy!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/21/11

 

 

I have got a problem,

        And I have got it big!

My set up is perfect,

        Yet one thing hurts my rig!

 

I’ve got this mega-church,

        With dozens of underlings,

I’ve got a Fool-You Shirt,

        It’s just what corruption brings!

 

My Fool-You Shirt is oversize,

        Hiding my bad posture, ill-health and gut!

Perfect for casual sermons,

        My sermons so casually stuck in bad rut!

 

You see, I teach fixed platitudes casually,

        Yet demand: all sheep must fixed-tithe to me!

But then: invisible stage dummy appears,

        And shows himself, for all with spirit eyes to see!

 

For my invisible stage dummy,

        Tells stories on myself, I do not fully understand!

And I do not, do not want them told,

        But the dummy speaks, while I’m a frozen man!

 

Last Sunday, my dummy told of a homeless gent,

        So down on life, he had no shirt!

He asked for mine, I said, No! (My doctrine’s bent,

        So down on life, I have no worth!)

 

My heart is so little, so outrageous bowdlerized,

        By my demanding great fixed-rule tithes to me!

I can’t give one to another, I’m compromised!

        My dummy says I’m a hypocrite, can’t you see?

 

Well, my dummy went on to tell the story,

        How after a late-night visit to ice cream parlor, it happened,

After serving my great self the finest,

        Normally, I can’t give!  I coerce all to give me!  I’m rapine!

 

Well sir, God said, Hunt that man down,

        (Even as this insidious dummy of truth hunts me!)

But I wouldn’t give my Fool-You Shirt,

        I gave him my stinky, sweated-out under shirt-T!

 

I threw it at him and said, God bless you!

        And that, friend, was that!

Next Sunday, I wore the same Fool-You Shirt,

        Dummy said, You rat!

 

Paralyzed, I am,

        When God asks me to perform real-time!

Platitudes, canned!

        What I preach, has put my soul in grime!

 

My dummy asks,

        What about the sheep?  They, like: master?

All my cash masks,

        The souls I’ve made disaster!

 

Help me kill my invisible stage dummy,

        The one that shows the depravity of my soul!

If I don’t kill him before he kills me,

        He, and prophets that see, will make me whole!

 

Listen, other pastors,

        I bet the same thing, happens likewise to you!

Everything is perfect,

        Except your stage dummy speaks hard truths!

 

And our stage dummies’ truths,

        Expose wrong doctrines and sin in our lives,

We won’t let sheep do that!

        We demand sheep shut up, and hear our jives!

 

So despite our best shenanigan efforts,

        These darn invisible stage dummies appear!

And prove every cotton-picking time,

        Platitudes and fixed-tithes make God: not near!

 

God wants my Fool-You Shirt to come off,

        And all the shenanigan rest!

He’s got a thing: In That Day Teachings,

        And they are for this time: best!

 

But I would rather invite,

        This famous, expert, smooth-talking, multi-bad-tower evangelist,

Who rips off many towns,

        ‘Cause, by his not highlighting Christ, he makes our “A” List!

 

I’d rather join in these,

        Church shenanigans of the highest order!

It’ll take a year to plan,

        By then, gone will be my dummy boarder!

 

This shirt incident,

        Is God’s one last chance offer!

Meet real prophets,

        Stop being a God-scoffer!

 

Lose all the Fool-You Shirts,

        Confess all shenanigan sins to my poor sheep!

Show self-interest assets,

        Return four-times the cash for sheep to keep!

 

My dummy says,

        That is how to lose a stage dummy,

But I say, No!

        Hard truth is just an idea: crummy!

 

So, help me kill my invisible stage dummy,

        I’ve got a problem and I’ve got it bad!

Me and Satan fool multitudes each week,

        My dummy says so, it makes me sad!

 

So, how can you kill a thing,

        You cannot really see?

I almost believe it’s God,

        To help me, in-Christ, be!

 

But this dummy cannot be God’s Spirit,

        If it was, then I’d be wrong!

No, I believe in platitudes, right?

        And fixed-tithes make me strong!

 

Don’t worry about me,

        I’ll keep the Fool-You Shirts and kill the dummy!

I’ll kill this inner voice,

        And then, praise God, I’ll finally, at last: be free!

 

 

Forget Christ-in-You,

        Forget High Ways and those Ancient Paths of Correction!

Forget In That Day,

        We’re building our mega-churches, by God’s direction!

 

Whoever heard of a big megillah preacher in this age new,

        Correcting himself and changing his ways: to be pure?

Whoever heard of a preacher not spewing rainbow stew?

        My dummy says its me, or could be, but I’m not sure!

 

Help me kill my invisible stage dummy,

        The one that shows the depravity of my soul!

If I don’t kill him before he kills me,

        He, and prophets that see, will make me whole!

 

When I kill my invisible stage dummy,

        It’ll be modern-church, cool-impacting, great-stuff, amen: Rad!

And prove once and for all things $unny,

        Who is in spirit: my, and my silent pastor friends, actual Dad!

 

7/20/2011

 

Robert, your poems continue to remain so consistent in their focused topics, anointed with Father God's Holy Spirit, conveying deep truth, IN LOVE, to wayward shepherds who definitely are NOT feeding the sheep! 

 

   I like the way you continue to boldly address the "words that God hates" (cool, guys, stuff, neat, awesome, etc.), as well as the plethora of bad doctrines that cast a dumb stupor over congregations, leaving them empty and with no clear biblical teachings on how to really bring about the spiritual changes they long for. 

 

    If the real sheep are being starved and fleeced, then how can an unsaved person walking into one of these churches ever be saved?  What "gospel" is being preached?  Definitely not the one that Jesus, the apostles, and Paul spoke of!   Your question rings true:  How can church leadership even attempt to help or feed the sheep when they themselves refuse to accept correction/better teachings that would allow the mighty wind of the Spirit to cleanse their ministries of stale, dusty doctrines and ineffective shenanigans? 

 

     It is very disheartening and sad to walk into one of these "churches" (regardless of size), and immediately realize, "The Holy Spirit is not here."  In fact, He is not invited or welcome!

 

    I think that the phrase, "game over," appeared three times in your poem because it is time for the "modern" church, which really isn't, to get with God's program instead of beating their "dead horses" of how they "play church."

 

Thank you for pointing out : Like it was when Christ first came,  The religious order is blocking God-in-man’s refrain!

 

 Rigid Religious Righteous to Jesus:  -- And they were all amazed, insomuch that they questioned among themselves, saying, What thing is this? what new doctrine is this? for with authority commandeth he even the unclean spirits, and they do obey him.  (Mark 1:27)

 

Rigid Religious Righteous to Paul --  And they took him, and brought him unto Areopagus, saying, May we know what this new doctrine, whereof thou speakest, is? (Acts 17:19)

 

It really is a "cry'n shame" that, so far, preachers and pastors are too blind to see the living waters of In That Day Teachings, as they continue to think and "... [they] sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing;   ... [But they]  knowest not that [they] art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked.

(Rev. 3:17)

 

Chris Quinn 

 

Late-Cycle Shenanigans vs. Church De-Zombification

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/20/11

 

 

The game is over,

        For zombie church and late-cycle shenanigans!

Resolve ugliness,

        Oh proud modern pastors, be ye born again!

 

It is wishful thinking, preachers,

        To escape Isaiah’s overwhelming scourge!

You can’t do much to help sheep,

        Until you see, it’s time for your own purge!

 

You think,

        How dare that In That Day Teachings boldly confront,

Your ills!

        But you miss when you swing!  You can’t even bunt!

 

You must wean your sheep,

        Off your own retarded, dumbed-down, stupifying church idiocy!

Believe In That Day,

        Lest you won’t see, by self-blinding, what you can’t see!

 

Modern Churchianity has deep systemic problems,

        Getting out of infantine church will be a steep learning curve!

You preachers have been the undead making goblins,

        Untying all those dead albatrosses from necks, will take verve!

 

God is rather keen,

        On In That Day Teachings feeding His starved-out sheep,

The game is over,

        How long: morbid systems out of kilter, will you keep?

 

Face it, oh smart-phone pastors,

        You’ve come to the inevitable end of modernity’s road!

You’ve kissed everything New Age,

        And your emerging princess has turned ugly toad!

 

A pastor and his church,

        Are only as strong as their true God,

And God hasn’t shown up!

        Pastors now insult sheep: quite odd!

 

You may want to pretend,      (the game isn’t really over?)

        The masses of sheep shall never get it!

How you hide self-interest,    (hiding in church clover?)

        So you’re tempted to say, Forget it!

 

With heightened trepidation,

        You keep thinking: Could In That Day Teachings be right?

They can’t, ‘cause then you’d be wrong?

        Be careful there pastors, Whom you choose to fight!

 

Ignore the hard-prophetic poems,

        In That Day Teachings and Reno’s strange Robert Burke?

What about your prayers for help?

        There’s love in the teachings, and love always works!

 

There’s no love, in fact,

        In de-coherent, modern church!

In That Day Teachings,

        Have love! Oh pastors in lurch!

 

Believe in self, self-interest hidden,

        Gobbledygook and New Age shenanigans rehashed?

Or how about: prophetic correction!

        Yes, believe: truth hurts!  Or by self: be smashed!

 

That’s about what it has come to,

        In That Day,

God gives answer!  And preachers say,

        No?  No way?

 

Probably one of the biggest problems,

        Is that all this cogency, correction and truth comes from one source,

One man, one website, one city,

        And pastors believe God can’t do that!  They’re right, of course?

 

Prophetic, rebuking, chastising fire,

        Says that the religious establishment has done it again!

Like it was when Christ first came,

        The religious order is blocking God-in-man’s refrain!

 

As Father was in Jesus Christ,

        So now Christ-in-You comes in man,

The rigid believe Satan’s heist,

        And they won’t honor God’s best plan!

 

 

7/19/2011

 

Thank you, Robert, for another fantastic poem that so eloquently and strongly spells out the spiritual sicknesses

that make the modern day churches to have basically, little or no noticeable effect in the society in which we live.  And, why is that?

 

Yet, the beat goes on every week,

     Churches full of gobble-de-gook speak.

 

From the leadership, what is fodder handed on down?

     Lots of carnality,

Interspersed with small clumps of truth:

 

     No coherent message,

     And no cohesiveness, to boot.

 

Take your choice of pastor's voice:

     Raging and loud, or

squeaky soft, like a cloud!

 

The motor-mouths keep running...

Same old topicals,

"Anger," The "Tongue", "No self-control!"

 

Pity the poor sheep,

     as the bad doxies take their toll.

 

Hence, church families full of

     anger, fear and slouch,

Dad's disengaged, lies

     in stupor on couch.

 

Helpmeet is now the Control Tower,

     He's abdicated;

Wife and kids wield all the power.

 

Still, the churchianity beat goes on,

     week after week.

When will cool words, adjective sermons,

     and fixed-rule tithing messages

ever cease?

 

Some bright day, soon I truly hope,

     the battered and bruised sheep

will rise up,

     finally fleeing wolf-shepherds

bad teachings

     at a fast, galloping lope!

 

At last they will settle in

   pastures so lush and green,

still waters, life abundant!

Because In-That-Day-Teachings

     pointed them to Jeremiah 6:16:

 

"Thus saith the LORD, Stand ye in the crossroads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls."

 

 Current church (leadership) response so far:

 

"But they said, We will not walk therein."

 

Chris Quinn

 

Cool Words, Adjective Sermons and Fixed-Rule Tithing!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/18/11

 

 

I have some cool words,

        God hates,

I preach on Sundays,

        God waits.

 

God waits for me and my kind,

        To mature,           (while we must torment sheep!)

Meanwhile, it’s cat and mouse games,

        Demure!              (while God’s prophets weep!)

 

When I’m sermonizing, God hates these words,

        Cool, stuff, guys, cute, awesome, impact and ghost with holy!

So every sermon, I start with these words,

        Cool, stuff, guys, cute, awesome, impact and ghost with holy!

 

Why do I use these words God,

        Really hates?                               (God being the Word!)

Because preachers have learned to,

        Not use pates!                              (My brain’s gone absurd!)

 

Anyway, that’s just for starters,

        I tell you my friend,

My main topic always: God,

        If He could, would forfend!

 

Never mind God, I try to do okay!

        Actually I’m lazy,

Hence the cool stuff, dissing guys,

        Then main topic: crazy.

 

My main topic is always,

        Four adjectives, maybe three,      (God, how I love inane platitudes!)

Starting with the same letter,

        Acrostics: the way to be!              (How God hates insane attitudes!)

 

The noun I want to modify,

        Is always: YOU!                         (These agitating adjectives, I love!)

I pick three or four adjectives,

        My sermon: TRUE!                     (Bringing NEVER: heaven above!)

 

I say, You must be Good, Great or,

        Get this: Golly-Jee-whillickers!

But don’t be Grumpy with a G!

My sheep? They give no snickers!

 

But God hates these adjective sermons,

        Yet still, I do not care!

For fixed-rule tithing and adjectives,

        Get my cash there!

 

And here’s the laugh,

        I often insult my own sheep-audience!

I play head games,

        In which the sheep are always: dunce!

 

Audience, what comes after chapter nine?

        And what comes before?

Not one man or woman in ten thousand,

        Questions my math score!

 

My math score is zero with God,

        But I do not care!

I’ve got cool words, adjectives,

        And cash!  So there!

 

Such is church today,

        Whacked-out carnally-minded!

Lacking coherence,

        Impenetrably rinded!

 

Never are any preachers,

        Truly humble: humbling themselves!

We tell you: do that!

        Never bothering: ourselves!

 

You: be transparent!

        Not us with church money!

You: watch self-interest,

        We don’t mention it, honey!

 

Our honey, as preachers,

        Is to apply all God’s rules: to YOU!

Our shenanigans?

        We’ll not say, how we do what we do!

 

Our families own nondom church assets,

        Guilt-free we are!

When we ask for tithe-gift offerings,

        Thus: we get far!

 

We get far with our self-interest charade,

        It is: just as we say!

Except In That Day Teachings show great things,

        We’re out of: In That Day!

 

So, we ignore Ancient Paths of Correction,

        High Ways and Christ-in-You!

We make utopias coming some day,

        Not Christ: come now, imbued!

 

Like I say, we’ve got,

        Cool words, adjectives and tithe-rules fixed!

For us, it’s perfect!

        Of course, for sheep, the results are mixed!

 

But our sheep are not too smart,

        We mock that they can’t see through!

Not through cool words, adjectives,

        And fixed-tithe rules!  Can you?

 

God is holy-flexible,

        We rigid-righteous preachers are not!

So, in the afterlife,

        Will we be cool, or hot?

 

Well done, thou good and faithful,

        Cool words, adjective sermon, fixed-tithe-rule preachers!

We think we will hear God say,

        He might add: But you failed to be In That Day Teachers!

 

You failed to teach Ancient Paths of Correction,

        High Ways and to replicate in all: Christ in You!

Instead, you kept pabulum church going too long,

        Cool words, adjectives and fixed-tithes untrue!

 

For all that and more,

        We preachers believe God will evermore reward us!

So, for Christ’s sake then,

        Why are In That Day Teachings so hard on us?

 

That Robert Burke fellow,

        Whom we avoid, is either totally bad!

Or he is somewhat right,

        And we and our sheep, have been had!

 

Burke’s criticism rings true!

        But, what can we do?

Get honest and ‘fess up?

        We say: NO!  And you?

 

So come next Sunday and hear,

        Cools words, adjectives, fixed-tithe-rules: while you: we mock!

That’s modern church for sheep,

        Believe in our three-ring circus!  Or, In That Day: take stock!

 

Oh, as a preacher,

        I wish In That Day Teachings didn’t make so much sense!

For it’s not easy,

        Ignoring, ignoring, ignoring!  So much truth sent!

 

Pray for us preachers,

        To never, ever grow!

It would be too hard,

        Don’t you know?

 

I have some cool words,

        God hates,

I preach on Sundays,

        God waits.

 

P.S. We love to preach in a bad spirit,

        Usually, the very spirit we speak in truth against!

It’ll drive you crazy to figure it out!

        Us worship God in spirit and truth?  Not a chance!

 

With our immature, squeaky voices,

        We command you: to be mature!

Who’ll call us out on this?

        No one!  That’s for sure!

 

We love this job!

        Uncorrectable as hell!

That’s modern church!

        We’re sure, it’ll end well!

 

 

 

 

Individualism: Destroyed? Or In That Day: Rejuvenated!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/16/11

 

 

How has God found expression in you?

        I hope it’s true!

        I hope it’s new!

        Yes, you can do!

        Christ: imbued!

 

Has church found that expression in you?

        Or left Who’s in you: unsaid?

        And wanted it killed dead?

        And filled you with dread?

        They want: off your head?

 

Who has destroyed individualism?

        Not America’s blessed father-founders!

        They knew that authority oft flounders!

        Authority oft: liberty’s worst pounder!

        Yet in individuals, nothing’s sounder!

 

Has church supported Christ-in-You individualism?

        Or rather, The demand: Submit to authority!

        Or rather, Its self-interest: Do not ever see!

        Or rather, Sheep: Shut up as leader speaks!

        Or rather, Don’t touch what shepherds be!

 

Who has destroyed individualism?

        Well, socialist government!

        And church of the same bent!

        Both: Ancient mystic tyrant!

        Both evils must now be rent!

 

Who has faith in individualism?

        God!

        Do you find that odd?

        Loving individuals: His job!

        God!

 

How shall liberty in individuals be increased?

        In That Day Teachings help!

        Though wolf-shepherds oft yelp!

        They drown their sheep in kelp!

        Maturity in Christ, still a whelp!

 

What is good about individualism?

        Christ-in-You can live within!

        Freedom to be, without much sin!

        Rigid-righteousness in dust can bin!

        Holy-flexibility to breathe God’s good in!

 

How can church help individualism?

        No more pastors playing tyrant Smash-the-Mole!

        Pastors must honor each beautiful, God-indwelt soul!

        Seeing God more greatly in sheep is the proud-pastor’s toll!

        When pastors honor God’s indwelt honorable, they’ll become whole!

 

 

7/18/2011

 

Great poem, Robert!  I like the "questioning format."  The Book of Genesis starts with the famously known timeless statement in Genesis 1:1 ("In the beginning, God...").  I've heard many a sermon on how Genesis is the biblical book of "beginnings." 

    Like this poem, God asks some very poignant and searching questions of mankind "in the beginning" as well.   They require deep soul-searching and introspection, as well as accountability and responsibility for our sobering power of choice.  God's very first questions to us:

 

      Gen. 3:9: And the LORD God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?

     Gen. 3:11: And he said, Who told thee that thou wast naked? 

      Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?

     Gen. 3:13: And the LORD God said unto the woman, What is this that thou hast done? 

      Gen. 4:9: And the LORD said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother?  And he said, I know not: Am I my brother's keeper?  

     Gen. 4:10: And he said, What hast thou done?  the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.

 

Could it be that the voice of God Almighty is calling out to the wayward shepherds of Churchianity with the questions in this poem?    How long will you continue to "play church?"  When will the sheep be given the real answers they seek?  How long will pastors mirror socialist politicians?  How long will the sheep be financially fleeced with the yoke of forced tithing to make outrageous mortgage payments on wasteful and unnecessary church assests?

 

 THESE ARE QUESTIONS THAT REQUIRE ANSWERS!

 

IF NOT NOW, WHEN SHALL THE SELF-INTEREST CURCH BE EXPOSED?

 

Chris Quinn

 

 

If Not Now, When Shall Self-Interest Church be Exposed?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/15/11

 

 

So then, shall we play church,           (Leaders’ fantastic self-interest: hidden!)

        As it always has been played?

Or give sheep answers,                       (Christ-in-You Now on Earth: Heaven!)

        Lasting for years to come: staid!

 

If not now, when? I ask shenanigan shepherds,

        Or is it God’s subconscious voice speaking within?

Because if God actually asks, If not now, when?

        Then ignoring this question, causes great ruin!

 

Shall nondom shepherds ask for tithes and building funds,

        And not disclose specific family ownership of assets?

Shall Neuro-Linguistic Programming work hypnotically,

        To make brain-dead sheep: socialist-voting masses?

 

Shall shepherds request more power and money,

        And thereby mirror our socialist leaders?

Both groups copying each other’s beguilements,

        To make blind peons to be wolf-et eager?

 

Shall the orphan and widow,

        Be eaten by ravening shepherd-wolves?

As ants and bugs are stepped on,

        By horses’ clattering, careless hooves?

 

Shall In That Day Teachings,

        Expunge self-interest and eliminate blindness to duping?

Or shall self- interest wolves,

        Force sheep to Potemkin Village, be reverently stooping?

 

What brutal events shall be required by God,

        That wayward shepherds awaken to their brazen, blinding, self-interest sin?

Aren’t the world’s finances now bad enough?

        But since the-priesthood is drunk on self, must more misery implode within?

 

Wayward shepherds even now,

        Demand their sheep allege and support their shenanigan style,

While God shows all is troubled,

        Wolf-shepherds can’t believe: they’ve missed Christ by a mile!

 

So then, shall we play church, (Leaders’ fantastic self-interest: hidden!)

        As it always has been played?

Or give sheep answers,                       (Christ-in-You Now on Earth: Heaven!)

        Lasting for years to come, staid!

 

If not now, when? I ask shenanigan shepherds,

        Or is it God’s subconscious voice speaking within?

Because if God actually asks, If not now, when?

        Then ignoring this question, causes great ruin!

 

 

 

 

Bromides on Humility vs. True Nondom Church Confessions

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/13/11

 

 

It’s great for nondom pastors,

        To give bromide sermons on humility!

But without true confessions,

        It’s just an exercise in futility!

 

For note the wide-angle,

        American economic picture!

Trillions of dollars debt,

        A main street, nightmare-enslavement fixture!

 

Yet most nondenominational leaders,

        Want more money and power!

Like their brethren-in-thought politicos,

        Still not humble this hour!

 

So, confess humbly: self-interest,

        That has badly run amuck!

Nondom churches are owned by families,

        Who’ve hidden self-interest stock!

 

The unintended consequences,

        Of pressing easily-penned sheep to tithe,

Are dupes who can’t watch other hand,

        Who think bromides on humility turn tide.

 

But is it actually necessary,

        That nondom church be, about itself, so frank?

Yes, so that mesmerized sheep,

        Wake up to their pastor’s and politico’s prank!

 

And that prank is a timeless thing,

        Mystic tyranny dedicated to no restraint!

Pastors and politicos do,

        Many things easily-penned, blind sheep think they can’t!

 

Like mesmerizing audiences,

        With just a few hypnotic words and gestures,

And misdirection, suggestion,

        And showmanship!  Wolf-shepherds eat our best years!

 

With true humility,

        Nondom shepherds rich in church assets but poor in brain,

Could admit to their sheep,

        Our church policy has lined up for socialism’s gain!

 

We don’t teach you to watch our other hand,

        To resist being easily penned and herded!

We’ve stolen your finances and worse,

        We weaken sheep, but make politicians more girded!

 

A few families own assets of nondom church,

        Sheep contribute, but own no part of it!

Nondom pastors hide their self-interest in this,

        And don’t show sheep: the wolves’ art of it!

 

And you ask,

        Does such deep revelation truth matter?

That assets,

        Gained through ruse, never return to sheep’s platter?

 

It is why,

        American independent thought and freedom,

Has died!

        Because nondom preachers avoid God’s true kingdom!

 

God’s kingdom is truth,

        And in truth, Christ lives!

While preachers con sheep,

        So they, deceived, give!

 

And Christ-in-You,

        Cannot ever, no never, live in such!

Because pastors,

        Having no faith, use beguilement as crutch!

 

Yes, pastors could confess much,

        Themselves, to their sheep in humility!

If pastors did love their sheep,

        And wanted their sheep to really be free!

 

That’s what it takes In That Day,

        For Christ-in-You to come with teachings learned,

Fake humility undone,

        Old Paths of Correction and High Ways earned!

 

Is it really that expensive?

        Does it come at such an excruciating cost?

Well, look at the trillions in debt,

        Come from pastors and politicians: lost!

 

The big picture is there,

        For all to see!

Christ-in-You always comes,

        In truth: for free!

 

So what will it be,             (we wait, with abated breath!)

        More games, shenanigans and words?

More epic meltdowns?    (tragic, global financial death?)

        Or wising up easily-penned herds?

 

Yes pastors, it will cost plenty,

        To humbly confess a plethora of self-interest sins!

Or keep doing what’s always done?

        Or confess fixed-rule tithing stinks, let revival begin!

 

Let belief in a holy-flexible, no fixed rules, sovereign God,

        And let His God-bearing, all wise, all wary Christ-in-You’s be seen!

Let all fixed-rule, box-trap ways of conning wolves be told,

        American church shall bring forth un-connable Christ-in-You’s keen!

 

That is the very leadership,

        That other nations, enslaved, are looking for!

Liberty in self-restraint,

        It’s why Christ died, and must live in us more!

 

And what about underling shepherds,

        Under nondom senior pastors who’ve never told of ownership stock?

To their sheep!  What’s being taught?

        With each humble bromide: that it does or doesn’t pay to God mock?

 

What a conundrum In That Day Teachings bring,

        All this truth revelation just to help quickly come: Christ-in-You!

All the while pastors being the main problem!

        As it was two-thousand years ago, the same God-heist is true!

 

Even with our nondom pastors hypnotizing audiences each Sunday,

        To hand over money and power, like politicians: so bad-socialist!

While Christ wants to live in you even as the Father lived in Him,

        But the problem is, we must get rid of church’s sin-of-soul grist!

 

       

 

 

 

The Amazing Treasures of Difficult Church Mountains

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/9/11

 

 

I climbed a peak one day,

        In Nondom Church County,

I asked, Just who owns this church?

        Who owns all this bounty?

 

The next peak I prevailed, only with the greatest of difficult effort,

        Was in the expansive lands of Nondom Church Territory!

I asked, who wants more money and control, clerics or politicians?

        It’s what always makes plebes sad, but them: merry!

 

On the third mountain that I climbed,

        In vast Nondom Church Land, and it was a peak most high,

I asked, Is rapture really true?

        If not, then loving any lie makes God far, not nigh!

       

I got a look at self-interest peaks,

        Something pastors oft hide,

When pastors do what most pastors do,

        Their self-interest: deny!

 

Yes, I peaked at self-interest peaks,

        You must be brave, hardy, foolish to find these hidden sins!

Not all sheep are compliant fools,

        It takes mountain goats to find God’s true gold and gems!

 

The amazing treasures of Difficult Church Mountains,

        Are the ugly truths you astonishingly find!

Peaks destroy facades of poisonous church fountains,

        Where pastors flee God’s true mind!

 

A fourth peak I climbed,

        Was the junk science of creation in just six days,

Swaths of smart people,

        Avoid stupefying-dumb churches of this craze.

 

A fifth peak that I climbed to the top,

        Was give-to-get economic illiteracy,

We work hard to earn and invest well,

        God doesn’t bless rubes of grandees!  That’s lunacy!

 

A sixth peak I climbed, the ugliest so far,

        Was bullying as a condition of hidden submission-enslavement!

This sinister authority control-grab,

        Came from prima fascie tyrants with minds obviously bent!

 

The seventh peak I climbed, covered with snow,

        Was called Forgiveness, on it a warm wind did blow!

And it melted the ice and hurt and pain,

        And caused grass and trees and love to grow again!

 

The eighth peak I climbed,

        Was named Ruggedized Maturity in the Fullest,

It’s known as Christ-in-You,

        Something so good, it’s worth passing each peak’s hard test!

 

I got a look at self-interest peaks,

        Something pastors oft hide,

When pastors do what most pastors do,

        Their self-interest: deny!

 

Yes, I peaked at self-interest peaks,

        You must be brave, hardy, foolish to find these hidden sins!

Not all sheep are compliant fools,

        It takes mountain goats to find God’s true gold and gems!

 

The amazing treasures of Difficult Church Mountains,

        Are the ugly truths you astonishingly find!

Peaks destroy facades of poisonous church fountains,

        Where pastors flee God’s true mind!

 

Then I started afresh and anew,

        I climbed a peak called Evangelical Modern Popular Revival,

From its top I saw most clearly,

        Crowds won’t come, until pastors come out of denial!

 

Last peak I climbed, and few individuals find this trail,

        Was called Ancient Paths of Correction and High Ways,

In That Day, it’s where you read and write God’s mail,

        And Christ-in-You, not lies, abides inside always!

 

There’s a whole range of peaks to climb,

        Called Guideposts-not-Fixed-Rules, Slay-Leviathan-Church-Pride!

Honor-the-God-Indwelt-not-Self,

        Mutual-Dedication-to-Self-Restraint and With-Humility-Ride!

 

These latter peaks are known as In That Day Teachings,

        Whereas the first hard peaks are called the Difficult Church Mountains,

When you climb the first you’ll want to climb the second,

        And Wisdom will delight indwelling you, not the church wanton!

 

You will need special glacier glasses at thin-air altitudes,

        For the panoramas can be terribly bright and ugly!

Be brave at these heights, and with bold courage speak,

        And live God’s difficult truths in-Christ: so free!

 

I got a look at self-interest peaks,

        Something pastors oft hide,

When pastors do what most pastors do,

        Their self-interest: deny!

 

Yes, I peaked at self-interest peaks,

        You must be brave, hardy, foolish to find these hidden sins!

Not all sheep are compliant fools,

        It takes mountain goats to find God’s true gold and gems!

 

The amazing treasures of Difficult Church Mountains,

        Are the ugly truths you astonishingly find!

Peaks destroy facades of poisonous church fountains,

        Where pastors flee God’s true mind!

 

 

American Revival: Jets Away!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/7/11

 

 

An exceptional revival opportunity,

        Exists in America today,

God showed me in a dream what’s in hearts of pastors now,

        And friends, it blew me away!

 

Because America was founded on a peculiar notion,

        It was a goal of neither money nor power!

But on the individual to be trusted as a free man,

        Don’t tread on me! is pure gold, not sour!

 

Don’t tread on me! isn’t sour,

        It is God’s pure gold!

Because we are to be free,

        Neither bought nor sold!

 

But what a shock in my dream I saw,

        I saw pastors on their knees,

Wanting more sheep to herd and silence,

        And enfeeble, as wolves please!

 

I saw pastors planning to sell fear, greed and slouch,

        To set themselves up as an elite bureaucracy!

With rapture’s fear, give-to-get’s greed and lazy ways,

        Perfecting an anti-American: Idiocracy!

 

Yes!  These anti-good, antipodal pastors unknowingly,

        All seem to want a weird, dystopian, socialist paradise!

Easily penned, duped sheep: governed by grandees,

        Hand-in-hand, are they, with politicians of vice!

 

God showed me that their revival, in fact,

        Has already come!

It is hidden enslavement, unequaled ever,

        Best done, bar none!

 

Revival jets away!

        Burning our enflamed pastors’ grand desires!

To silence and herd sheep,

        Getting them to submit to church’s hell fires!

 

Revival jets away!

        Fixed-tithe rules to build pastors’ personal empires!

Owned by them and not sheep,

        Forcing sheep to believe in church’s same old mires!

 

Revival jets away!

        Like a poorly maintained plane taking off with flat tires,

The jet might hold some sheep,

        But it will crash!  God proves wolf-shepherds are liars!

 

Revival jets away!

        Because pastors love fear, greed and slouch selling,

But if they repented,

        And honored Christ-in-You, there’s no telling…

 

Revival jets away!

        Fix church, and how big could an American revival get?

If elites would just stop,

        Self-interest schemes, and let God in each soul be set!

 

God showed me in a different dream,

        Where pastors sold buildings and gave money to sheep!

They then rented auditoriums,

        Or met in parks or stadiums, on the cheap!

 

The goal wasn’t to build,

        A mister and missus pastor’s empire,

It was sheep freedom,

        Not robbing, to make family funds dire!

 

Sheep were told if they needed money,

        To actually work for it!

Not to fund a self-interest sham,

        No more bull dunging it!

 

God showed me the exceptional revival opportunity,

        Is Ancient Paths of Correction, High Ways and Christ-in-You!

As cogently presented through In That Day Teachings,

        But wolves, used to eating hearts of sheep, this can’t do!

 

So, revival jets away?

        Or, perhaps it’ll come!

Not in hidden slavery,

        But, God’s will be done!

 

For, God loves freedom!

        And, so do American sheep!

What about pastors?

        Time for them to weep!

 

After weeping, wailing and howling,

        Is fully and completely done,

Perhaps then true revival,

        Will, In That Day, come!

 

Surely it will,

        And this is when,

When wolf-pastors,

        Stop foolish grin.

 

And when much-damaged sheep,

        Demand wolves stop gnawing at them!

Revival!  True revival is when,

        Sheep are fed truth, truth to the brim!

 

Revival jets away!

        Burning our enflamed pastors’ grand desires!

To silence and herd sheep,

        Getting them to submit to church’s hell fires!

 

Revival jets away!

        Fixed-tithe rules to build pastors’ personal empires!

Owned by them and not sheep,

        Forcing sheep to believe in church’s same old mires!

 

Revival jets away!

        Like a poorly maintained plane taking off with flat tires,

The jet might hold some sheep,

        But it will crash!  God proves wolf-shepherds are liars!

 

Revival jets away!

        Because pastors love fear, greed and slouch selling,

But if they repented,

        And honored Christ-in-You, there’s no telling…

 

Revival jets away!

        Fix church, and how big could an American revival get?

If elites would just stop,

        Self-interest schemes, and let God in each soul be set!

 

 

 

And Another: Apologetic Apoplexy!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/6/11

 

 

I went to preach to university students,

        But I was feeling dumb,

Problem is, when God called me higher,

        I chose not to come.

 

Instead my morality is sub-alpine,

        And now fixed!

I’m rigid-righteous!  So my results,

        Are quite mixed.

 

I have Apologetic Apoplexy,

        And I have it bad,

I tell you, Veggie Tales is puerile,

        So antichrist sad!

 

I told the college students,

        Professors have a sick worldview,

Not knowing I’m a milk preacher,

        Of steak, I have no clue!

 

God wants me to have perspective,

        Of cleric and politic mystic tyranny,

But I want two camps exchanging hate,

        It’s us against them!  That’s me!

 

If I was a steak preacher,

        I would say it different,

Rigid-Righteous folk are dumbed-down,

        Their brains have things absent!

 

I’d like holy flexibility, have overarching love,

        And greater sight!

Love exceptions to the norm!  Guideposts, not fixed rules,

        Which makes things right!

 

What a Weltanschauung I’d have,

        If I didn’t have a bookshelf on apologetics!

I’d learn In That Day Teachings,

        Instead of bravely slaying: straw man heretics!

 

Instead of massively conflicting college students,

        To hate each college professor,

Every man I meet is my superior in some way,

        Emerson said, Learn to think you’re lesser!

 

 Actually, God helps the secular world,

        Correct the cleric world when it’s bent!

And rigid-righteous fools like me,

        Need higher truths and ancient paths sent!

 

Those two things will redound,

        Unto Christ-in-You!

My silly stubbornness,

        In truth, un-imbues!

 

But no, I’m on top of my game,

        In the milk-preaching worldview!

And if you were in my place,

        What would you do?

 

Repent to the audiences,

        I have abused?

Repent that: higher thought,

        I don’t use?

 

I prefer Psalm One Hundred Nineteen,

        To say: milk-sippers know more than their professors!

Assuming all in my audience,

        Were, and ever will be, my personal lessers!

 

The Psalmist actually said he had more understanding,

        Than all his teachers, note here: the all, yes it says all!

Rigid-righteous, shrunken brain folk like me forget the all and point,

        To profs and other riffraff, not our sacrosanct cabal!

 

Milk preachers must always proudly,

        Have it this way!

Milk-men run from maturity,

        And In That Day!

 

I feed myself only milk,

        That’s what I feed my sheep,

A hell of a thing, pride is,

        That’s what I keep!

 

I won’t learn from my betters,

        My sheep learn: just my pride,

I tell them, that is heaven,

        Come!  Come join my ride!

 

Ideally, university students can be part of,

        Western Enlightenment’s upward march!

Now they must think, they’re smarter than teachers,

        Two camps exchanging hate’s where I’m parked!

 

God has a plan,

        Against small-thought men like me!

I can’t see it!

        Yet holy saints want me more free!

 

Friends, like I said,

        God is calling me higher all the time!

But I say, No!

        By my witness, am I doing fine?

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Say, I and my kind are late!

But I just won’t have,

        Higher teachings in my pate!

 

My brethren are the same,

        We’re busy on social media!

We’ve got all sheep convinced,

        That will feed ya’!

 

We own the eye that sees all,

        Preaching unopposed!

And our eye alters all,

        As everybody knows!

 

No need to change,

        We feel unction, not at all!

That’s how it is,

        Pride, I guess, before the fall?

 

In our hearts we know,

        Sheep deserve better!

In That Day Teachings,

        Are much more wetter!

 

There’s not any water in this place?

        Some say is a Mark Sixteen: Twenty sign,

Confirming I am in a dry race,

        Who’s man enough to learn anew, to realign?

 

There’s always a Moses or Paul,

        Or Peter lurking somewhere about!

We’ll keep him or her ignored,

        On that, there is no doubt!

 

So, come to church Sunday,

        ‘Cause we never run out of dumb!

You!  Become just like us!

        Isn‘t that why you want to come?

 

 

 

Who Demands Submission? Who Declares Independence!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/29/11

 

 

Many are the rigid-righteous pastors demanding,

        Submission to their proud authority!

This, in the land of the Declaration,

        Of Independence, home of the free?

 

Submit!  Church leadership says,

        To unchecked shenanigans of authority’s control!

Yet think!  How can a people,

        Under such submission, remain free in their soul?

 

Everywhere not-so-hidden socialism,

        Ravages the land!

Yet dominating, controlling shepherds,

        Don’t understand!

 

It might break the hearts,

        Of control-shepherds so convinced,

That their submit-rules,

        Make sheep easily penned and pinched!

 

George Orwells’ Nineteen Eighty-Four,

        And Animal Farm have come full blast!

Because weak-thinking wolf shepherds,

        Make sheep salute authority’s mast!

 

Do we believe that all Christians,

        Have a responsibility to submit and belong to a local church?

Or, We hold truths self-evident,

        All men are created equal and therefore, aren’t submission-cursed!

 

The hell you say!

        Dominators say to potential submittees,

The hell you say!

        Freedom lovers say to dominator grandees.

 

On the side of freedom lovers,

        You have Thomas Jefferson and Abraham Lincoln,

On the side of rigid shepherds,

        Is Neuro-Linguistic Programm thinking.

 

Showmanship, misdirection,

        Suggestion and hypnotism to lulled-sheep in sermon!

God help us from such shepherds,

        Almost like bracelet-shaking, in drag, Ethel Merman!

 

Each false shepherd conniving,

        To have his own conniving way!

To hell with consequences?

        Hence, global socialism’s sway!

 

This Fourth of July,

        And every July Forth hereafter,

Take this pledge,

        Liberty!  That’s what we’re after!

 

Pledge mutual dedication,

        To self-restraint!

Something every bad shepherd,

        Himself: can’t!

 

Bad shepherds have no restraints,

        Against using every conner’s new trick!

To deceive and extract from sheep,

        Thereby making our nation most sick!

 

Mystic tyranny overwhelming,

        Citizens via cleric and politic!

Forgetting from whence freedom comes,

        Forgetting Christ-in-You comes quick!

 

Christ-in-You comes quick,

        In a nation’s people not deceived!

But dominator shepherds,

        Cause God and man to be grieved!

 

Yet In That Day Teachings,

        Show the way up and out!

Three things wrong, and three right,

        Make the seeing eyes shout!

 

Weep, wail and howl: False shepherds,

        You have taught fear, greed and slouch!

Christ-in-You comes in High Ways,

        And Old Paths!  Now get off couch!

 

Oh wayward leaders of Churchianity,

        Get out of your painful, systematic retrogradation,

Humble yourselves!  Your sheep and you could,

        Learn In That Day Teachings, to save world and nation!

 

In That Day Teachings are a Rosetta stone,

        That fully support Western Enlightenment’s onward march!

Learn them!  Get in alignment with them, oh rogues,

        Get in line with heaven-on-earth’s upward arch!

 

And yet!  And yet they say,

        In their minds, There is no solution!

So then, what shall we drink,

        Pure water’s truth, or their pollution?

 

Can In That Day Teachings,

        Bring us the restoration of all things?

We know what is done now,

        Won’t!  But behold!  Behold just what truth brings!

 

Behold then, the majesty and glory,

        Of In That Day Teachings!

Mind restoration for citizen princes,

        Princesses, queens and kings!

 

And who would all these people,

        Submit to, forsooth?

They’d submit to each other,

        And God: in truth!

 

The Good Shepherd says, Gross darkness covers the people,

        Yet even so, Wisdom wants to delight in the minds of His creation!

Yet bad shepherds say, Submit to our chopping block,

        There’s no reciprocity, just one-way braying: Hail domination!

 

God is reciprocal loving,

        And highly Spirit-in-You transcendent!

Wolf-shepherds are one-way diodes,

        Preying on dumbed-down dependence!

 

Choose you this day,

        Higher Teachings and liberty’s Christ-in-You!

Or keep same-old,

        Which of greater things, have nothing to do!

 

We know what doesn’t work,

        It’s what churches everywhere have tried,

Use the brains God gave us!

        Yes it’s hard, after so many lied!

 

God says be strong and of a good courage,

        Believe in the holy flexibility of good!

See Churchianity’s dystopia,

        Do now, In That Day, what you should!

 

The body of Christ,

        Is not a church building!

It’s Christ-in-You,

        To God, not man, yielding!

 

Get on board liberty’s Christ-in-You train,

        Battle born Nevada is going to help do it, one more time!

To shake off slavery, hidden in the brain,

        Free states of mind shall rid us of slave-making’s grime!

 

How? With In That Day Teachings’ Ancient Paths of Correction,

        The High Ways and God’s Christ-in-You!

It’s like mining silver and gold, minting God’s coin of the realm,

        Truth making your life: Can do!

 

So, we can do all things,

        With Christ-in-You!

No need to dominate,

        Once proven true!

 


6/24/11

 

Good morning, Robert!

 

I loved your most excellent poem about “A Truth Worth Telling!”

Thank you so much!

 

Bravo, Robert!  What a great poem.  It takes much courage, strength, and humility of character to stand up for truth against decades of false teaching that have put church leadership and congregations in a stupor!

 

The three great themes that are making the present day Body of Christ so sick and anemic are fear, greed, and slouch (laziness) that can be tied into false doctrines, like the Rapture.  Christians "waiting around" for this event are very ineffective and lazy to do anything very useful or fruitful for Jesus since they could be "snatched away" at any moment!  Why dedicate children to the Lord, if they will probably not grow up to fulfill God's purpose for their lives?  It is the same lazy attitude of prayerlessness when people say, "Why pray, when God will do what He wants, anyway?"

 

PONDER THESE QUESTIONS:  When an unsaved person believes the gospel, repents, and receives Christ as Savior, must they also believe the Rapture to be really saved?  Is this "another gospel?" (Gal.1:6-8)   What about believers that have not heard of it... will God, in His fairness and justice, leave them behind?  Has this doctrine become an idol is worshipped as more important than honoring the 1st commandment? (Exodus 20:3).  How many millions of $$$$ has the Christian publishing/media industry made from Rapture movies, books, seminars, etc... (making merchandise of God's people? (John 2:16).

 

Chris Quinn

 

Here, There or In the Air!

By Chris Quinn

6/24/2011

 

"Here, there, or in the air!"

     This popular saying goes,

Christians stand and stare at sky,

     standing up on tippy- toes!

 

Waiting, watching

To be caught up...

Never mind God's work

down here.

 

Get right or get left,

At any moment

He may appear!

 

Are your pre-, mid-, or post-?

A-E-I-O-U Millenial?

Is God the author of confusion,

Is this one, big, cosmic joke?

 

No! The Lord of All Truth

Never tells lies!

Christ-in-you NOW,

Will make you wise!

 

Wise and useful

Blessed and fruitful,

Fulfilling God's purposes in this needy world,

His banner over us is LOVE,

He wants it over all

unfurled!

 

 

 

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Bust

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/26/11

 

If I am right with God,

        And so many others are not,

What then, does this portend?

        Mega-legions cold, few hot.

 

I would follow those, who better know,

        Lord, how I do wish it were so!

Problem is, that I have seen that,

        It ain’t necessarily so!

 

Not in the modern church realm,

        Granted, many can sort of Wikipedia-see!

But with fear, greed and slouch at the helm,

Few know encyclopedic package: Christ-in-ye!

 

And of course, some do Christ-in-You,

        Plenty better!

But In That Day Teachings, who does,

        More wetter?

 

Who’s got the humor, the love,

        The Robert Maryboy art?

Who has profoundly such,

        A huge head start?

 

We’re shocked!  We’re shocked!

        People who should know, say,

It’s too full and spot on,

        Seek another way!

 

Any other way than this Rosetta stone,

        Of his peculiar: In That Day!

We’d rather be crushed by any other way,

        Than what this Burke does say!

 

We’ll try it our way,

        Another decade!

Who’ll see through our,

        Pleasant façade?

 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

        In That Day Teachings are a bust?

In deception, deceivers trust,

        Prophets seek God, others: lust!

 

I would to God,

        There was some other way!

Does hammer fall?

        Escape!  Get out today!

 

Could it be happening,

        Something now?

Hidden, yet: out-front big,

        Yes, and how!

 

How?  How?  How?

        We all want to know!

See it then,

        When God says, go!

 

 

 

Might is Not Right, But Truth Is!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/25/11

 

Not by might of personality,

        Not by might of shenanigans,

Not my might of NLP,

        Not by might of word games.

 

God simply wants,

        The might of truth to prevail,

It is His believers’,

        Holy Grail.

 

In all things big and small,

        Is a thing true?

This is simply,

        What to do.

 

We live by this principle,

        In all things!

My, what peace this,

        One thing brings!

 

Not by might of popularity,

        Not by might of tradition,

Not by might of persuasion,

        Not by threat of perdition…

 

Not by the skill of conner’s trade,

        Not by luck-of-the-draw bets made,

Not by furious hell made,

        Nor even heaven’s tirade…

 

Is a thing true?

        This is the principle of God’s great love!

We must live it!

        Truth our God, is of!

 

Oh God, show us the truth!

        This is our prayer,

Taking us from hell, then,

        Near God somewhere!

 

Jesus died for the truth!

        And so have soldiers, sailors and citizens!

So long we remember,

        Their greatest love gives us medicines!

 

We have been given medicines,

        To always find the way,

Is a thing true? We can ask,

        It’s our job, In That Day!

 

To live soberly,

        Yet happy and wise!

Christ-in-You in us,

        A content disguise!

 

Conned neither by cleric,

        Nor political self-interests!

Loving God and man,

        Tested, yet somehow, passing tests!

 

No man’s fool,

        Yet able to follow good leaders!

Feed My sheep!

        Are we truly, sheep’s good feeders?

 

Only if the answer is positive,

        Is a thing true?

Is that what is bought and sold?

        Nothing else do!

 

Is a thing true?

        Find out, and do it!

Is a thing false?

        Eschew it!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Explain how man and God have worked for years,

To enlarge truth’s understanding,

        And reduce this planet’s tears.

 

Western Enlightenment, High Ways,

        And Christ-in-You are true!

These are the most satisfying things,

        In life to do!

 

Mutual dedication to self-restraint,

        Is a marvelous description of liberty,

Clerics, politicos: so pledge!

        Then all humankind will be free!

 

Clerics, politicos: see that In That Day,

        Your eye that’s seen all, is now overlooked!

On the internet, truth trumps shenanigans,

        The conmen’s self-interest goose is cooked!

 

For one hundred years clerics and politicos,

        Used modern communication to dominate,

And chose self-interest before God’s truth!

        Now it’s In That Day, and it’s late.

 

Not by might of personality,

        Not by might of shenanigans,

Mystic tyranny must stop!

        God is not playing games!

 

These In That Day Teachings,

        Are a comprehensive, cogent, marvelous Rosetta stone,

It asks, Is a thing true?

        Truth has a new home!

 

Honor unto whom,

        Honor is due!

Honor truth and,

        Good comes to you!

 

But you would rather these truths,

        Come from any man but this one in Reno?

Sorry to disappoint you,

        Ask God, of this man, what does he know?

 

These In That Day Teachings ask,

        They always ask, Is a thing true?

To find what’s wrong and right,

        So now then, what will you do?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who Corrects Whom?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/24/11

 

A Robot Maker was playing in his lab one day,

        And he told his companion robots, Here’s what I’ll do!

I’ll start some robots on a planet that’s good,

        And I know what to do, to keep them glued!

 

I’ll program some to love me more,

        Some less!

The less will love robots more and,

        Be blessed!

 

Half the robots will be cultural,    (loving towards robots!)

        Half will be clerical,             (loving to Robot Maker!)

Each will be able to correct the other,

        If one’s heretical!

 

In the bosom of each robot,

        I’ll put a yearning to be free!

When culture or cleric enslaves,

        Then the other, brings liberty!

 

Genius! Said Robot Maker’s friends,

        How did you think this up?

Robot Maker replied, From God!

        How’d you think Earth grew up?

 

A thousand years ago,

        At the dawn of the Twenty-First Century,

Modern church was busted,

        With lying doctrines of modernity!

 

But the culture fixed church eventually,

        Due to the birth of the internet!

Uncorrectable pastors were stung by truth,

        By innovators called the Truth Set!

 

The Truth Set helped pastors see,

        Rapture, fixed-rule tithing and word games were absurd,

So that now church stands for the truth,

        But millennia ago, truth in church was a dead bird!

 

You see, God marched His truth and His liberty,

        In humans through cleric and culture,

When one or the other enslaved fellow man,

        Evil was stopped!  Eagle starved vulture!

 

All church has to do is recognize,

        When it’s vulture and eagle culture is right,

And it must always do so quick,

        Before culture makes opposite-side fight!

 

You see, both church and culture,

        Are often wrong,           (sometimes eagle, sometimes vulture!)

And then one corrects other,

        Making both strong.      (both part feeble, so none indenture!)

 

God’s love is contained in both,

        Because liberty is love!

To protect this love is our job,

        Then God is happy above!

 

Church often loses sight of this grand principle,

        That God’s plan is bigger than church!

Because without something outside to fix bad church,

        Church and culture would both be cursed!

 

So then, man’s biggest enemy has always been,

        His own self in pride!

And pride’s pendulum has swung full on church,

        Comeuppance rides!

 

So, In That Day,

        Deserved-rebuke comes to casual church now,

And it won’t stop,

        Until truth and humility become our vow!

 

Strength, courage and humility,

        Brings Christ-in-You,

Humility with perspective,

        Man, what a view!

 

So, just who corrects whom?

        Well, it all depends!

Whoever is the worst,

        The other: rends!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Truth Worth Telling!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/23/11

 

A truth worth telling,

        Is a truth worth telling very well!

Rapture is a lie!

        But it’s what church oft does sell!

 

As an investment,

        It really stinks!

Because it tends to,

        Stop how man thinks!

 

Open a bank account called Rapture,

        But once open, there’s nothing to invest!

Hence, the utopian scheme’s a bust,

        It makes Christian lazy, less than best!

 

And if Rapture is wrong,

        What, pray tell, is right?

Christ-in-You comes now!  Yes!

        Rapture blinds our sight!

 

Rapture blinds us to Christ’s quick-now return,

        In good brother, sister and child!

Rapture retards the brain’s mental processes,

        To give one’s back to Christ, is wild!

 

Rapture blinds us to the fact,

        Holy saints and prophets now exist!

Sheep and Shepherd must now see,

        Christ-in-You in such!  And then persist!

 

Persist in this principle,

        Something that is aided by two things!

Ancient Paths of Correction,

        And High Ways which, Christ-in-You brings!

 

Then, Christ-in-You brings peace on earth,

        Amongst all in-God folk!

While Christ-in-You brings discord to,

        All out of God’s yoke!

 

Thus, those outside God’s gates,

        Continue in sin!

And those inside God’s gates,

        Increase peace within!

 

Yet now, those great, good folk in-God with Christ-in-You,

        Are, by the church, greatly persecuted!

Because pastors love Rapture more than Christ-in-You,

        Many saints-in-God are thus: muted!

 

So, a truth worth telling,

        Is a truth worth telling, very well and bold!

Rapture is a lie!

        Can shepherds repent of this, their lie sold?

 

All the things that make up Christ-in-You life,

        Are ruined by Rapture!

Which is a lie once rid of, creates,

        A life God can capture!

 

A day of beauty, it is,

        The eternal In That Day!

When lies of fear, greed and slouch,

        Gone!  In Place, Christ-in-You’s way!

 

Gone is retarded-brain church,

        Once a hundred years of lying doctrines are laughed away!

Then return cogent minds,

        Strength, courage, humility!  Of course, it’s Christ’s day!

 

 

 

 

Third Time’s a Charm!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/22/11

 

With God, things come in three,

        So my friend, think and see,

How is it that we be,

        Before eternity!

 

Humankind on earth, then,

        Comes, from Christian view, in three flavors!

One: Unsaved, and then two,

        Saved and then three, what say God’s sayers?

 

God’s prophets and Jesus Himself,

        Said In That Day fires would refine God’s players,

God’s players would have God inside,

        Christ-in-You, Paul called it, despite some nay-slayers.

 

Nay-slayers want a universe,

        Of just Unsaved and Saved!

But God-bearing God-abiders,

        Great dimensions have braved!

 

Christ-in-You folk usually,

        Have come through God’s cleansing fires,

That baptism, not just water,

        Un-sticks them from Christian mires!

 

Of course, Churchianity knows,

        Just about nothing of this third level!

To tell you the truth, much of what,

        Goes on there, is in bed with the Devil!

 

Shenanigans here, shenanigans there,

        Shenanigans everywhere!

The pioneer folk with Christ-in-You think,

        When, oh when, will God even care?

 

Well, it’s called In That Day,

        A timeless thing of greater awakening!

At the fiery third level,

        Christ-in-You is truly earth shaking!

 

Now it is being offered on a platter,

        To some troubled churches in Reno, Nevada!

Out of shenanigans from Mad Hatter,

        They need to grow up, as asked by our Dada!

 

Stuck sucking thumbs,

        Are they!

And to this they,

        Say, nay!

 

Even so, this third level is called,

        Holy saints and prophets in the bible!

They’ve been denied, erased, snuffed,

        From rigid rulers, who are not pliable!

 

Holy flexibility with guideposts,

        Not rigid, fixed rules!

Are hallmarks of In That Day’s maturity,

        Not a day for fools!

 

No fixed tithing, no rapture,

        No give-to-get shenanigan greed!

Just Christ-in-You’s corrections,

        Correction is what bad church now needs!

 

Is all this right?

        Or is it wrong?

Time will tell if,

        This does belong!

 

Only problem is, time is out!

        The churches have dillydallied far too late!

All this prophet can do is warn,

        Learn the third way, to avoid bad fate!

 

You see, God wants multitudes,

        To grow up and come up to live where He’s at!

Ignore God at your peril,

        If God wants attention, don’t give Him your back!

 

Ignore Reno, ignore these poems,

        Ignore this scribe, I don’t care!

But if this message is for you,

        Treat it like a pearl most rare!

 

Honor unto,

        Whom honor is due,

Isn’t a lie,

        It’s actually true!

 

So then: Unsaved, Saved,

        Christ-in-You!

Are there two levels or,

        Three?  Three’s true!

 

 

 

 

Is Churchianity a Catfish with a Basketball in its Mouth?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/21/11

 

Someone sent me pictures of a flathead catfish,

        Whose mouth was stuck on a small basketball!

This fish was bobbing around, unable to dive,

        Pretty much overcome by the task of it all!

 

Like seeker-friendly, emergent church,

        Imploding under stupidity, but still masking it all,

Unable to spit out fear-greed-slouch doxy,

        Beating their dead horse, as some maximum doll!

 

Well, a kind passerby saw the trouble the fish was in,

        And with a knife deflated ball with a whack that was small,

And the catfish spit out the bothersome toy,

        And swam away happy, free as it was born, and that was all!

 

Even so, Old Paths, High Ways and Christ-in-You,

        Would mature church!  But Churchianity has been lax withal!

So they must first spit out of their minds and mouths,

        Rapture-fear, give-to-get greed and the lazy church-racket cabal!

 

So, if you poke a catfish’s troublesome basketball with a sharp knife,

        The fish, now happy, swims as it should: so free!

And, poke whacky, small-thought church doxy with sword’s light,

        And then brains mature, and Christ-in-You can be!

 

The basketball was not,

        Food for the fish!

Emergent gobbledygook,

        Is not sheep bliss!

 

The basketball kept the fish,

        From having its food et!

Fear-greed-slouch doctrines keep Christ,

        From having been met!

 

Sure, Christians must be rigid,

        Babyish and milk-drinkers for a while,

Waiting for Christ to return,

        A literal way, and miss by mile!

 

When, actually, Christ comes quickly all along,

        Inside Christ-in-You ones of flexible, mature, holy thought!

And now, In That Day, it’s time baby Christians,

        Grow up!  Eat steak!  And do Christ-in-You, as they ought!

 

And to do Christ-in-You properly,

        It’s a reciprocal thing!

Christ insists we honor each other,

        In whom He lives as King!

 

It’s a new dispensation,

        Mutually respecting and honoring: indwelt sister and brother!

Not Lords of Lunacy,

        Because, beloved, this is God’s sword of love, like no other!

 

You know, a catfish with a basketball in its mouth,

        Looks: really, really stupid!

Remember, God wants us smart!  Not duped louts,

        In fact: we are His cupid!

 

So remember!  No more,

        Rapture-me-Jesus-did-it-all!

If you want Christ-in-You,

        And, with Him, want to play ball!

 

Spit out, yes, spit out!  Baby doxy,

        Like rapture, give-to-get and lazy doctrines of blindness!

And your mind will improve greatly,

        As is proper, to be indwelt, by the Highest of Highness.

 

So then, was all this necessary?

        Apparently so!

As babies become men of stature,

        It is how we grow!

 

So forgive the churches of baby pabulum,

        Forgive In That Day Teachings for being rude,

Just be glad to grow up and think better,

        God has allowed all this!  And He’s still good!

 

God is still good,

        Yet there is a price to pay,

If we don’t move,

        With Him, as called: In That Day!

       

 

 

 

 

They’ve Got Dwindling Expectations!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/21/11

 

 

Have you noticed?

Sermons have been getting dumb, dumber and moribunder!

It’s all the rage this summer!

They’ve got dwindling expectations!

 

Rocks are much smarter!

Than pastors who can’t see!  Gone, their mental cogency!

Rigid-religion is as rigid does!

They’ve got dwindling expectations!

 

God made men to be men!

But pastors full of guy-talk, call men: guys!  This is wise?

Such pastors: comprised of lies!

They’ve got dwindling expectations!

 

See In That Day Teachings,

With sagacity, luminescence, holy flexibility and Christ-in-You!

And then, pastors delete its truth!

They’ve got dwindling expectations!

 

Is dwindling what’s wanted?

They’ll get that and more!  Churches of no small degradation,

Behold: More moronic infestation!

They’ve got dwindling expectations!

 

Churches’ll get low crowds!

Even lower donations!  And the building fund, far from rotund!

As guy-pastor shrinks, so he is!

They’ve got dwindling expectations!

 

Pastors of stubborn enmity,

Holding on for eternity!  All, to make God’s prophets not right?

In That Day Teachings: rebuffed!

They’ve got dwindling expectations!

 

So they’ll have their cake,

With a shrinking take, of erudition and God’s spectacular mind,

Because truth, they left behind!

They’ve got dwindling expectations!

 

In That Day Unbound

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 2/3/10

 

 

 

 

I see a day coming,

        When American Christian are free,

Coming days of La Mancha,

        Without rapture-prosper-slouch, we see!

 

Instead of zombie eyes and zombie lies,

        People bring out God in each other!

Instead of zombie leer and zombie fear,

        People honor God in Christ’s brother!

 

I see a day coming,

        When the children of our children laugh,

At their grandfolk’s blindness,

        And the expense of a century’s blind bath!

 

Christians generally blind,

        To hidden progressive socialism for a century,

Because at church behind,

        In fear, greed and slouch from Satan’s doxie tree.

 

Some rock and roll more pure,

        More true in spirit than wispy praise,

That mesmerized millions,

        Hypnotized in dark-art, one-chord craze.

 

I see dust-and-ego-fed sheep,

        Discovering high alpine green pastures!

Some sheep even sprout feathers,

        Flying high: screaming eagle go-getters!

 

This, in relative penury and obscurity,

        I see,

Damn me or bless me for seeing this freedom,

        I weep.

 

I weep!  I wail!  I howl!

        For blind wolves eating sheep unawares,

I see!  I see!  I see!

        I refuse to believe: Nobody cares.

 

Then freed up, I see children playing,

        I hear women laughing out loud,

Then freed up, I see men folk singing,

        Their spirit and truth makes me proud!

 

In the movie, Guys and Dolls,

        Frank Sinatra works on Marlon Brando a conning trick,

Crediting his father, Brando,

        Sees through the wile, forgiving, that nothing stick!

 

Wolf-shepherds now provide,

        An endless river of conning tricks,

To imbibe the great lies,

        Of fear-greed-slouch chow, a maddening mix!

 

Behold, God can’t come quickly,

        And live in such sheep inside!

Not when blind wolves in the ditch,

        Take the unbeknownst for ride!

 

Yet given truth and right spirit,

        The good ship Christianity can turn around,

Imbued quickly at once at last,

        God lives in man, man lives in God unbound!

 

 

 

 

Behold: Christ Comes Quickly in the Self-Aware!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/20/11

 

 

Christ comes quickly,

        In the self-aware!

Not little ones,

        In baby’s chair!

 

Not in baby-taught, baby Christians,

        From Pre-K, puerile, baby-church!

No, Christ comes quickly in well-taught ones,

        In maturity’s better perch!

 

Yes, oh seeker-friendly, casual-to-the-max,

        Emergent-gobbledygook, church-attending folk,

God, you will find, through His In That Day Teachings,

        Tells us, He can’t inhabit dumbed-down blokes!

 

This is,

        A wake up call!

For the,

        Casual cabal!

 

Christ comes quickly,

        In the self-aware!

So it matters,

        How He does care!

 

God actually cares deeply,

        That infantine church as been asleep,

To His quick-now coming,

        Of which pabulum pastors don’t reap!

 

So dumbed-down pastors neither,

        Reap nor sow,

Of this Christ-in-You process,

        They don’t know!

 

But now God wants,

        To have dumbed-down church: grow up!

Here in Reno,

        The dumbed-down, won’t go up!

 

Now, come up! God says,

        To Old Paths, High Ways and Christ-in-You!

Go away! They say,

        Author of In That Day Teachings, who are you?

 

Christ comes quickly,

        In the self-aware!

Try! Try Me now!

        God says, in a dare!

 

Meet with this Robert Burke,

        Pastors, you’ll like this fellow!

He writes somewhat harshly,

        But face-to-face, he’s mellow!

 

Man up, oh pastors,

        And realize,

Baby church is dead,

        Ossified!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        With and in Christ, are alive!

Man up and meet Burke,

        Listen to him!  Stop the jive!

 

Listen!  Listen!

        Listen to him!

Christ-in-You now,

        Must now begin!

 

Christ comes quickly,

        In the self-aware!

Not tomorrow!

        Not rapture!  You care?

 

Do you care that a restoration,

        Of good things has begun in Reno?

Or must dumbed-down, infantile church,

        Keep its ungodly game of Keno?

 

Christ comes quickly,

        In the self-aware!

Now, in Reno,

        Who’ll catch God’s flare?

 

 

Pastors, Take the Bitter Medicine (of Truth!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/18/11

 

 

Inside each Christian believer,

        Lives two medicine cabinets,

They push against soul of each man,

        The same as two strong magnets.

 

In one cabinet are flowery medicines,

        Marked Fear and Greed and Slouch!

The other cabinet has simple fare,

        Cautioning taker of much!

 

The easy pills are marked Rapture,

        Give-to-Get, Low Roads, Indulgences and Christ-did-it-all,

The hard pills are marked Truth,

        Old Paths, High Ways and Christ-in-You-Big-not-Small!

 

The flowery medicine cabinet,

        Makes its partakers always sick!

The bitter medicine cabinet,

        Heals, though sometimes not quick!

 

Now, if the soul of the man,

        Has loved the shenanigan cabinet of lies,

Then, he can no longer find,

        The other cabinet!  Just the bad he buys!

 

But if the soul of a man is lucky,

        A fellow traveler straightens him out!

He says, The bad medicine goes in toilet,

        Eat bitter pills of good, and you’ll shout!

 

But when you swallow God’s good medicine,

        And put it in your pate,

All the bad-medicine swallowers,

        You, you will find, they now hate!

 

But you can’t go back to the lies,

        Once you know how healthy is the true!

But that’s Baby Church for now,

        Thank God you’ve learnt, Who is Who!

 

Pastors, take the bitter medicine of truth!

        Infant-Baby, Easy-to-Swallow Church has sold big lies!

Pastors, take the bitter medicine of truth!

        Try grown up, Christ-in-You Church now, for size!

 

 

 

Ding Dong!  The Dumbed-Down Church is Dead!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/17/11

 

 

De-dragon the church, un-Mesmerize the pastor,

        Un-dumb down the sheep!

Re-Flowers-for-Algernon, In that Day Teachings,

        Work one-way, to keep!

 

For keeps, the teachings open eyes,

        For keeps, they increase our seeing!

For keeps, they see through cheap ruses,

        For keeps, they better our being!

 

The teachings un-mystify the hypnotizers,

        And they chuck all bad doxy!

They lighten hearts, brighten minds, make souls happy,

        And give strength to moxie!

 

The In That Day Teachings help sheep,

        To stop worshipping the pastor!

But when the pastor prayed for help,

        This truth isn’t what he asked for!

 

Bad leadership is the culprit,

        In bad church today!

But don’t worry, help has arrived,

        All will be okay!

 

All will be okay,

        If entrenched church leadership can swallow pride!

And grab hold of truth,

        And see Christ-in-You, In That Day’s ride!

 

Defang the wolves, and then de-Hyde that Dr. Jekyll man, oh!

        Then bucket of water, goes on Wicked Witch’s head!

You killed her, Dorothy! Ding Dong!  Sing it high, sing it low!

        Ding Dong!  The dumbed-down church is dead!

 

For keeps, the teachings open eyes,

        For keeps, they increase our seeing!

For keeps, they see through cheap ruses,

        For keeps, they better our being!

 

No more rapture lies!

        No more rigid-rule tithing!

No more snakish charms,

        No more infantile lying!

 

No more control freaks,

        No more tiresome, wispy praise!

No more NLP,

        Just Christ-in-You-and-Me days!

 

And you can never go back,

        Once smart, it hurts to be dumb!

Now we breathe God’s very breath,

        We have returned whence we’ve come!

 

It’s the restoration of all things,

        And it starts with the mind!

The same one pastors tortured for years,

        It’s what they left behind!

 

Truth is left behind no more,

        God’s sheep, now smart!

Weep!  Wail!  Howl!  Now, let’s go,

        Life is now art!

 

For keeps, the teachings open eyes,

        For keeps, they increase our seeing!

For keeps, they see through cheap ruses,

        For keeps, they better our being!

 

But right now it’s a little hard,

        To get this trillion-horse motor going!

Pastors, deceived themselves, have no faith,

        But they will, when they begin knowing!

 

When pastors see,

        So will sheep!

Then, none can put,

        Truth to sleep!

 

When In That Day Teachings,

        Are set free to soar!

Truth, love and Christ-in-You,

        Will come out and roar!

 

 

 

Catch Religion’s Reality Contagion on the Internet!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/16/11

 

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Rapture is still king!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        It’s mocked like bling!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Emergent is a sacrosanct, much revered word!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        It’s avoided, like what lands from a bird!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Tithing is always a self-interested pastor’s best, fixed rule!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Holy flexible warriors say, God followers: follow no fool!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Give-to-get is often sold like a pimp sells a whore!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        It’s asked, if wolf-shepherds can be illogical more?

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Pastors allow no man or woman to object and speak!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        All speak out!  Any censor is considered a big freak!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        No matter how you add it, things don’t seem to add up!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Out-of-churchers with unchanging church, are fed up!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Pastors swear to God and man, they will never change!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Seekers will find a home, free on the range!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Preachers can’t seem to see the light, or do much that’s right!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Seekers just might find, In That Day’s Christ-in-You might!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Pastors don’t believe in any correction or any higher ways!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Seekers say, Pastors oft live in sad, dystopian yesterdays!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Pastors treat Christ-in-You folk like Smash-the-Mole!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Seekers want Christ-in-You folk, for leadership’s role!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Pastors dominate a limited, small, repeated, well-worn discussion!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Seekers are open to higher ground, and God’s Holy instruction!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Pastors say, Trust!  Always trust the pastor at the altar stand!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Seekers say, Watch!  Always watch the other hand!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Pastors say avoid!  Sheep must avoid In That Day Teachings website!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Seekers say, between ossified church and internet truth, who’s right?

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Pastors might be accessible, but to correction they are dead!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Pastors might visit by computer, but forget what’s been said!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        The pastors say, Their world is crumbling!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Seekers say, Pastors are mind-numbing!

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Pastors say, Those old Jews and Romans crucified Christ!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Seekers ask, Who is to blame for church’s truth heist?

 

In the world of ossified, modern church,

        Pastors believe they can go on the same, forever and ever!

In the world of lively, modern internet,

        Seekers keep seeking a church with shenanigans: never!

 

 

Milk Preachers and Steak Preachers Compared

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/16/11

 

 

Milk Preachers believe all in audience,

        Are sinners, and need to be saved to be free!

Steak Preachers believe some in audience,

        Might be far above themselves, spiritually!

 

And then, you know something?

        They are both right!          (For where each is at!)

But the mature man of steak,

        Has lots more light!          (God’s under his hat!)

 

Milk Preachers believe Jesus went to the cross,

        To make sinners feel guilty and low!

Steak preachers believe Jesus went to the cross,

        That Christ-in-You, is what makes us go!

 

Milk Preachers ask,

        What would Jesus do?

Steak Preachers do,

        What Jesus wants to!

 

Milk Preacher say fixed rules,

        Especially tithing to themselves, are absolute!

Steak Preachers say guideposts,

        With exceptions, give fixed rules the boot!

 

Milk Preachers,

        Tend to be dreary!

Steak Preachers,

        Tend to be cheery!

 

And then, you know something?

        They are both right!          (For where each is at!)

But the mature man of steak,

        Has lots more light!          (God’s under his hat!)

 

Milk Preachers want sheep to believe,

        A list of platitudes,

Steak Preachers have no opinions,

        But God’s own attitudes!

 

Milk Preachers are at odds with science, (smart folk must leave ‘em!)

        And rigidly stick to Six Day Creation,

Steak Preachers are at peace with science, (smart folk cleave to ‘em!)

        Looking forward to more space exploration!

 

Milk Preachers cling tenaciously to,

        Illogical, superstitious, fear-mongering, trollop-doxy rapture,

Steak Preachers believe the bible’s last page,

        Behold, I come quickly!  They’re Christ-in-You captured!

 

Milk Preachers hold, white-knuckle-fist-tight, to baby doctrines,

        Like a dumb monkey stuck with hand clutching cookie in jar!

Steak Preachers can’t explain themselves to the milk-sippers,

        They just pray the milk-fed will get to where the steak: are!

 

And then, you know something?

        They are both right!          (For where each is at!)

But the mature man of steak,

        Has lots more light!          (God’s under his hat!)

 

Milk Preachers preach,

        About God!

Steak Preachers are,

        In God!

 

Milk Preachers are rigid righteous,      (Totally uncorrectable!)

        And fully believe they know it all and there’s nothing more!

Steak Preachers are holy flexible,        (Always correctable!)

        And know what they’ve achieved, but in-God, higher soar!

 

Milk Preachers,

        Are most often happy to be loud and even more proud,

Steak Preachers,

        Are humble and working with saints and God in cloud.

 

Milk Preachers say,

        Should Jesus tarry!          (Is this treason?  God’s gone, somehow?)

Steak Preachers,

        Say this: nary!                  (For good reason, God’s in them, now!)

 

And then, you know something?

        They are both right!          (For where each is at!)

But the mature man of steak,

        Has lots more light!          (God’s under his hat!)

 

 

 

Could, or Can, God be Doing a New Work?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/15/11

 

 

Could, or can, God be doing a new work?

        Nah!  That’s impossible!

When He was done with disciples,

        He was done with all gospel!

 

So God can’t do something new,

        Not in a man, not in Reno?

Not in a woman, not in church,

        All who think and know say, We know!

 

We just know God can’t do,

        A new thing!  No, not at all!

Modern church might need help,

        But God can’t make our pride fall?

 

We are so proud of illogical rapture escapism!

        It’s blinding! And whacky notions give us a grin!

Yet, we deny God’s coming, on a particular date made!

        But: all dates? Well, that thought, we sock on the chin!

 

We are so proud of self-service tithing!

        It has got to be fixed!

A fixed rule, we mean, to only us,

        Rebuke us? Then, you: we nix!

 

We are so proud of our NLP,

        Neuro-Linguistic Programming audience control, from hell!

Those who say we use suggestion,

        Misdirection, showmanship and hypnotism: well, we fell!

 

We cut down, throw out, mock, disregard,

        Correction of all forms, because correction is dung!

Don’t tell us God is alive in you!

        We don’t believe God’s alive!  No power you’ve brung!

 

Well then, it is decided,

        God is dead!

So death is to what modern,

        Church is wed?

 

Death asks for no correction,

        Death asks for not much real change!

Death approves that the deck chairs,

        Of Titanic be rearranged!

 

Death always agrees with the crowd’s leaders,

        Death never supports the one man right!

Death always thumbs-down man in the arena,

        Who says, It’s death, not God, we should fight!

 

Death lives in fear, in greed,

        In laziness found in Churchianity today!

Death is most popular!

        It pays shepherds well, to not get in death’s way!

 

Death consumes all,

        Death seems victorious,

Death is the church,

        Unchanging in each of us?

 

The only life you will find,

        In a dead church,

Is what comes alive to hate,

        And give life: curse!

 

We are so proud of illogical rapture escapism!

        It’s blinding! And whacky notions give us a grin!

Yet, we deny God’s coming, on a particular date made!

        But: all dates? Well, that thought, we sock on the chin!

 

We are so proud of self-service tithing!

        It has got to be fixed!

A fixed rule, we mean, to only us,

        Rebuke us? Then, you: we nix!

 

We are so proud of our NLP,

        Neuro-Linguistic Programming audience control, from hell!

Those who say we use suggestion,

        Misdirection, showmanship and hypnotism: well, we fell!

 

We cut down, throw out, mock, disregard,

        Correction of all forms, because correction is dung!

Don’t tell us God is alive in you!

        We don’t believe God’s alive!  No power you’ve brung!

 

Let the In That Day Teachings languish,

        Do not marvel that God is working through man!

Never call Robert Burke in Reno,

        Soft doxy, hard control is each shepherd’s plan!

 

March through the Twenty-First Century,

        Without Old Paths of Western Enlightenment correction,

No High Ways, no Christ-in-You-ness!

        Just gray, stuporous sheep: wolves’ Viagra connection!

 

No, God can’t be doing a new work!

        Nothing prophetic!

Anyone who tries?

        He’s the heretic!

 

It’s not that we advice-disdainer know-it-alls are saying,

        If God wanted something new, He shouldn’t!

It’s just that we are so sure, He would ask us first,

        And He’d obey us, when we said, He couldn’t!

 

So could, or can, God be doing a new work?

        Answer: No!  Without any protesting!

Can we get an amen, a nod, a grin?  Great!

        Answer: Yes!  We’ll begin your arresting!

 

Who’s your God now, baby?

        Who loves you good?

We in control: Control!

        As controllers should!

 

We are so proud of illogical rapture escapism!

        It’s blinding! And whacky notions give us a grin!

Yet, we deny God’s coming, on a particular date made!

        But: all dates? Well, that thought, we sock on the chin!

 

We are so proud of self-service tithing!

        It has got to be fixed!

A fixed rule, we mean, to only us,

        Rebuke us? Then, you: we nix!

 

We are so proud of our NLP,

        Neuro-Linguistic Programming audience control, from hell!

Those who say we use suggestion,

        Misdirection, showmanship and hypnotism: well, we fell!

 

We cut down, throw out, mock, disregard,

        Correction of all forms, because correction is dung!

Don’t tell us God is alive in you!

        We don’t believe God’s alive!  No power you’ve brung!

 

       

 

 

Bonanza’s Reprise:  They Hadn’t Ought o’ Said That!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/13/11

 

 

You hadn’t ought o’ said that,

        Hoss Cartwright said to a friend in the pokey,

When a man says the wrong thing,

        It’s like a real bad jokey!

 

We could be enjoying a Bonanza of excellence,

        If Reno and the world, watched its tongue!

Because the tongue speaks, as the mind thinks,

        And when it’s said, it’s done!

 

And what are the preachers of Christianity,

        In Reno, Nevada, and the world saying?

A little bit of gospel, with a trainload of claptrap!

        That’s what they’re braying!

 

They hadn’t ought o’ said that!

        The renegade cowboy preachers, heard the cowboy angel say,

Yore sheep are box-canyon trapped!

        With souls and minds stampedin’, you got some hell to pay!

 

The minds of yore sheep run in crazy-bad circles,

        But God don’t want no rapture crop signs, preacher buckaroos!

You made yore sheep easily penned an’ sheared,

        You’re dumber ‘n yore dumbed-down sheep!  Now, Waterloos!

 

Now there’ll be Waterloos, oh crazy-horse shepherds,

        Heaven thinks you ain’t got the sense of a rock!

All them shenanigans you sold yore gelded sheep,

        Jus’ snake oil, shaman, witch-doctor stock!

 

The modern church ain’t been thinking well,

        What with all the high-fallutin’, tarnation things they do!

Emergent talk not worth spit, bad praise,

        Coffee gulpin’, forked-tongue-lies and a lazy, witch’s brew!

 

Circle the wagons, load the ammo, hide the chilluns,

        Send a rider, sharpen knives, tighten belts and pray!

Maybe the US Cavalry will come to the rescue!

        What did that half-breed Scout say, anyway?

 

That Scout who spoke in poems and verse,

        He said, Oh preachers, Christ-in-You is coming!

And has come, and will come, in truth-taught souls,

        Not in lied-to dumb sheep minds, wolves of dunning!

 

He said, Intelligence is rising, except for,

        The dumbed-down sheep and even dumber dumbers!

Who are the lazy wolf-shepherds in love with lies,

        Missing Christ-in-You by miles, those mind-numb’ers!

 

The black-hat wolf-shepherd cowboys,

        Have missed the powwow, the stage, the train!

God will pour His mind into man,

        But the wolves, and their sheep, won’t see rain!

 

They hadn’t ought o’ said that!

        The renegade cowboy preachers, heard the cowboy angel say,

Yore sheep are box-canyon trapped!

        With souls and minds stampedin’, you got some hell to pay!

 

The minds of yore sheep run in crazy-bad circles,

        But God don’t want no rapture crop signs, preacher buckaroos!

You made yore sheep easily penned an’ sheared,

        You’re dumber ‘n yore dumbed-down sheep!  Now, Waterloos!

 

Now there’ll be Waterloos, oh crazy-horse shepherds,

        Heaven thinks you ain’t got the sense of a rock!

All them shenanigans you sold yore gelded sheep,

        Jus’ snake oil, shaman, witch-doctor stock!

 

Hotter than a desert and twice as dry,

        That’s what that Prophet-Scout said!

Hop aboard God’s In That Day train,

        Or those wolves’ll wish themselves dead!

 

He said, Them wolves and their poor, misled sheep,

        Have been dead for a long time, but don’t know it!

An’ when the real thing comes along, Christ-in-You!

        They’ll want to take an arrow or a bullet!

 

But they’ll be stuck, the Scout Man said,

        They’ll be Devil-stuck: betwixt and between!

Not in-God, not out, just badlands!

        Why? Because to the Scout, they had been mean!

 

Now the Scout, he had said, he didn’t care,

        And that he forgave idiots, for being small-minded!

But that the Great Spirit above us all,

        Who requites, those themselves, that others: blinded!

 

Read the smoke signals, hear the war drums,

        Something: ain’t good, is coming!

When will greed, fear and slouch wolves of church,

        Do the math, do the summing?

 

They hadn’t ought o’ said that!

        The renegade cowboy preachers, heard the cowboy angel say,

Yore sheep are box-canyon trapped!

        With souls and minds stampedin’, you got some hell to pay!

 

The minds of yore sheep run in crazy-bad circles,

        But God don’t want no rapture crop signs, preacher buckaroos!

You made yore sheep easily penned an’ sheared,

        You’re dumber ‘n yore dumbed-down sheep!  Now, Waterloos!

 

Now there’ll be Waterloos, oh crazy-horse shepherds,

        Heaven thinks you ain’t got the sense of a rock!

All them shenanigans you sold yore gelded sheep,

        Jus’ snake oil, shaman, witch-doctor stock!

 

Wolf shepherds have played cowboys and Injuns,

        Dillydallying in church, when they could ‘a been better thinkin’!

Like scouts have done!  And heard an’ believed ‘em!

        Then they’d be suppin’ with Christ, not wrath’s cup: drinkin’!

 

Oh yes, it’s an epic cowboy movie,

        Wolves failed to find anything good from the West!

Except for a strange, Prophet-Scout Poet,

        Who believed!  And wants to help the rest!

 

But the rest of the crowd, drunk on selves,

        Can’t believe their Prophet-Scout man!

So God tells riders, Get off proud horses!

        And says, This is the way of I AM!

 

In That Day Teachings must be honored,

        As the way, for red-light church to get up and out!

Truth is a hard thing, pardner, yet believe,

        Reno’s got sliver and gold!  Eureka, now shout!

 

Christ-in-You, confirmable,

        With Mark Sixteen: Twenty, signs following!

Old Paths of Correction,

        And High Ways: many shall be swallowing!

 

They hadn’t ought o’ said that!

        The renegade cowboy preachers, heard the cowboy angel say,

Yore sheep are box-canyon trapped!

        With souls and minds stampedin’, you got some hell to pay!

 

The minds of yore sheep run in crazy-bad circles,

        But God don’t want no rapture crop signs, preacher buckaroos!

You made yore sheep easily penned an’ sheared,

        You’re dumber ‘n yore dumbed-down sheep!  Now, Waterloos!

 

Now there’ll be Waterloos, oh crazy-horse shepherds,

        Heaven thinks you ain’t got the sense of a rock!

All them shenanigans you sold yore gelded sheep,

        Jus’ snake oil, shaman, witch-doctor stock!

 

Yessiree!  It ain’t no drought no more,

        In Reno, Nevada!

Onest wolves git their head out o’ the sand,

        In That Day!  How ‘bout ‘cha?

 

How ‘bout ‘cha shake the dust off’n yore clothes,

        An’ whip yoreself if you got to!

The cavalry has arrived:  Gallopin’ poems!

        By cracky!  Strange, but still true!

 

No, it couldn’t be!

        But then again, it is!  Hallelu!

Veins of God-ore!

        Grab picks ‘n shovels!  Lots to do!

 

Why, we could pull up the blue streets,

        And process silver from what’s in it!

Tomes of poems: finest manna!

        It’s enough to start a mint!

 

History is repeating itself,

        At the Crossroads of the West!

Spiritual fortunes to be made,

        Not cash!  Only God knows best!

 

They hadn’t ought o’ said that!

        The renegade cowboy preachers, heard the cowboy angel say,

Yore sheep are box-canyon trapped!

        With souls and minds stampedin’, you got some hell to pay!

 

The minds of yore sheep run in crazy-bad circles,

        But God don’t want no rapture crop signs, preacher buckaroos!

You made yore sheep easily penned an’ sheared,

        You’re dumber ‘n yore dumbed-down sheep!  Now, Waterloos!

 

Now there’ll be Waterloos, oh crazy-horse shepherds,

        Heaven thinks you ain’t got the sense of a rock!

All them shenanigans you sold yore gelded sheep,

        Jus’ snake oil, shaman, witch-doctor stock!

 

Brave scouts, brave settlers,

        Brave ranchers, farmers, movers, shakers: come!

It is: In That Day,

        Christ-in-You ain’t over, just begun!

 

Christ-in-You won’t have no neutralized,

        Nutty, neutered nor numbskull sheep!

He’ll have sharp citizens and leaders,

        For His ranch house to live in for keep!

 

Yet, with those wolves till stuck in lies,

        When, oh when, will they ever surmise?

To their big, old dumb surprise!  Hey!

        Look!  It’s a Bonanza Reprise!

       


Who’s the Biggest Victim in Churchianity?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/13/11

 

 

In modern Churchianity,

        Who is the biggest victim?

Duped wolves having problems duping sheep,

        Or sheep blinded by wolf’s grin?

 

Or is the biggest victim the group,

        That taught wolves so many lies?

Or is it the prophet who now says,

        Look what’s under each disguise!

 

Credit has been given where it should not have!

        Thomas Paine said, Credit is suspicion asleep!

The coddled bigs are naked and smalls: hurt,

        The prophet says, Wolves eat sheep without peep!

 

The only squawking, the only yelling,

        The only hateful shouting you will hear,

Are wolves and sheep who rise up as one,

        And say, Silence or kill, this prophet near!

 

It’s too ugly, it’s too bad,

        It is just too awful, they say!

To expose the lies we love,

        Kill him, not our sinful way!

 

It’s victims stoning victims,

        Insanity multiplied,

It’s liars defending lies,

        This is why Christ died?

 

So, who’s the victim here?  Is it,

        The preachers’ doctrines which never are on the table for discussion?

Lies like rapture, fixed tithing and,

        Unaccountable finances?  Sort of like Communist Russian?

 

Is the victim simply: honesty?

        Honestly, wolf and sheep don’t know what they do?

They kill Christ-in-You each week inside,

        Inside their souls, desolation: absolute!

 

So the biggest victim,

        Is Christ-in-You?

Yet, He’s big in prophets!

        How about you?

 

Are you a poor, misunderstood wolf,

        Not knowing why you pack a huge load of doctrinal lies?

Is your excuse, All the pack does it!

        Or as a sheep, you’re not supposed to question wolf-GUYS?

 

Or is the biggest victim Satan,

        Who is just, after all, doing best his job?

Or is it simply our church structure,

        Where not one question to wolf we lob?

 

Or is the biggest victim our children,

        Who will have to rise up less gutless than we?

And finally get their children and more,

        Away from lies of parents, to be free!

 

Will the biggest victim be the lies,

        The lies of rapture, fixed-tithing, rigidity and more?

Which will be abolished In That Day,

        When Christ-in-You, Old Paths and High Ways expose: whore?

 

Oh, there’s no shortage of victims,

        Now in That Day!

Since fear, greed and slouch in church,

        Have had their way!

 

Yet, there’s no shortage of victory,

        With Christ-in-You!

With courage, strength and humility,

        Say, That’ll do!

 

Credit has been given where it should not have!

        Thomas Paine said, Credit is suspicion asleep!

The coddled bigs are naked and smalls: hurt,

        The prophet says, Wolves eat sheep without peep!

 

The only squawking, the only yelling,

        The only hateful shouting you will hear,

Are wolves and sheep who rise up as one,

        And say, Silence or kill, this prophet near!

 

It’s too ugly, it’s too bad,

        It is just too awful, they say!

To expose the lies we love,

        Kill him, not our sinful way!

 

It’s victims stoning victims,

        Insanity multiplied,

It’s liars defending lies,

        This is why Christ died?

 

Ever and always, from your perspective,

        Well now, the biggest victim might: be you!

Since Christ-in-You can turn this around!

        What, one wonders, will biggest victim: do?

 

 

 

Put it to the Test!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/13/11

 

 

Are modern churches full of greed and fear?

        Do their doctrines make them lazy?

Are In That Day Teachings full of truth?

        Is its prophet false and crazy?

 

Put it to the test!  Put it to the test!

        Just whose God is alive?

Choose who gets rebuke!  Choose carefully now!

        The church or prophet’s jive!

 

If you are leaders or followers,

        Of modern churches stung by prophetic word,

Of In That Day Teachings’ heralding,

        First reaction, is to forget what you’ve heard!

 

Oh, and also kick this kind out of church,

        Perhaps ask such to apologize for being rude!

And especially, not be thankful,

        For any gifts given, even if small or crude!

 

Generally speaking, doctrines which are bad,

        Blind the eyes of believers,

And rip out secular reason and kindness,

        Like Serenity’s Reavers!

 

Reavers, in that storyline, were savage men,

        Devoid of all humanity!

You might be surprised how leadership acts,

        God’s truth makes such lose sanity!

 

Put it to the test!  Put it to the test!

        Just whose God is alive?

Choose who gets rebuke!  Choose carefully now!

        The church or prophet’s jive!

 

So beware of In That Day Teachings geeks,

        Bearing even the smallest of gifts!

If you receive the gift with no thanks,

        It will be an earthquake to your rifts.

 

Any rifts separating you from God,

        Will be shown more fully,

After not thanking whom God has sent,

        If you act like bully!

 

If you receive goods from the prophetic,

        And thankless, you say, We expected no less!

Then you are going to learn much more about God,

        It will surely wake you up, best guess!

 

Or you could turn aside and inquire,

        Just what is this burning bush?

It worked for Moses, but then you’re not him?

        Are In That Day Teachings mush?

 

Put it to the test!  Put it to the test!

        Just whose God is alive?

Choose who gets rebuke!  Choose carefully now!

        The church or prophet’s jive!

 

You could actually give honor,

        Unto whom honor is due,

But In That Day: church lies and pride,

        Will surprise souls who aren’t true!

 

Aye, there’s the rub!

        Is Leviathan pride lurking about?

Religious pride,

        Must be killed by self.  Do that, then shout!

 

I suppose all this is necessary,

        In the time that’s called In That Day,

When church forgot and a prophet recalled,

        What God wants us to do, anyway.

 

And what we are to do is simple,

        Ancient Paths of Correction and High Ways,

Which ramps up Christ-in-You greatly,

        These three make God, man and heaven do what pays!

 

Put it to the test!  Put it to the test!

        Just whose God is alive?

Choose who gets rebuke!  Choose carefully now!

        The church or prophet’s jive!

 

Oh yes.  Those Leviathan egos of modern church pride,

        Thought cleaning up would be more or less easy?

No!  Axing fixed-rule-tithes or rapture and such,

        Lies from naughty souls, will make them queasy!

 

No, it isn’t going to be easy,

        Cleaning up greedy, fearful, lazy church!!

But for those brave enough to try,

        They’ll rid themselves of Satan’s worst curse!

 

Too much to think about?

        Is it just too much information?

Go ahead, walk away,

        But then, how will come reformation?

 

Another bloody revival?

        So new believers can learn stupid doxy?

So will God love his sworn rival?

        And exalt fear, greed and slouch as His proxy?

 

Put it to the test!  Put it to the test!

        Just whose God is alive?

Choose who gets rebuke!  Choose carefully now!

        The church or prophet’s jive!

 

 

 

 

The Infinitely Uncorrectables!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/12/11

 

 

Are God’s sheep in debt up to their ears?

        The Infinitely Uncorrectables have no fears!

As pastors, they’ll drink up their beers,

        And ask for tithes, before sheep pay arrears!

 

The pastors and their wives do nothing,

        But with fixed rules, keep sheep head-butting!

With their self-interest deals they are cutting,

        For themselves, tithes are in-season rutting!

 

God has no fixed rules, but guidelines,

        So cash-strapped sheep have God’s lifelines,

To pay bills first, during these hard times!

        But wolves ignore all of God’s higher rhymes!

 

That’s why wolves are scared as hell of precepts,

        Of In That Day Teachings’ higher concepts!

They would free up sheep, making wolves rejects,

        Ruining the Infinitely Uncorrectables’ con bets!

 

God sees all and waits,

        These teachings are not for all pates,

Yet, look at sheep’s fates!

        These wolf-shepherds are not God’s greats!

 

The Infinitely Uncorrectables say, none shall see,

        None shall seek, none find and none be free!

Just blind sheep amening everything told to be,

        Sheep eaten by wolves, must say, Whoopee!

 

Ever notice them that ask tithes,

        Ask only for their own ministry lives?

Not for the next conman’s jives?

        Only cash to them, give them good vibes!

 

To hell with others owed money by sheep!

        God, they say, wants sheep’s cash at wolves’ feet!

The Infinitely Uncorrectables: fixed rules keep,

        Keep over others, while causing heaven to weep!

 

Heaven weeps at the injustice of it all,

        Wolves everywhere enjoy their tithing cabal,

God is big, flexible and not small,

        Tithing’s fixed rules cause many shepherds to fall!

 

Like the South in the Civil War,

        Wolves won’t see who they are,

Enslavers, tyrants, from God: far!

        Consumed in lies, truth: they bar!

 

Infinitely Uncorrectables, so proud what they’re of,

        Digging around with Satan, not with God above!

Giving the bible’s truth, God and His prophets a shove,

        Full of nothing but hate and fear, not God’s love!

 

If they knew In That Day, what it was all about,

        The Infinitely Uncorrectables would repent with a shout,

Oh God!  Oh, God!  Forgive us!  We have been lout!

        And if they were smart, they’d do this, ‘cause time is out!

 

Time is out for shenanigan ministry,

        Yet wolves don’t know any other way to be!

Quit then!  And work!  And join with humanity,

        And let true shepherds, In That Day, sheep: feed!

 

Feed My Sheep! Christ told Peter, it is printed in red three times!

        The Infinitely Uncorrectables rather have preferred their sheep crimes,

Crimes against humanity, sanity, truth and God’s manna signs,

        Yet In That Day, God’s mind will come to man, as Christ-in-You shines!

 

 

 

 

The Pressure is On!  (On Who?)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/11/11

 

 

Normally, preachers put the pressure,

        On sheep!

Now, it’s the reverse!  Wonder how,

        They’ll keep!

 

How will wayward shepherds,

        Keep it together?

When they don’t do what they,

        Must, to get better!

 

The walk left-to-right,

        Preacher in a hamster-pipe!

Can he stay put? Once,

        The hypnotized say: Not right!

 

The smooth-talking parenthetic interrupter,

        Who strays hours for every minute on course!

What will he do when audience sees all that,

        And demands cogency, else collection’s worse!

 

The builder of fear through rapture,

        Building up that awful control-machine!

What will he do? if audience says,

        We don’t believe rapture’s fear-monger scheme!

 

Oh the pressure’s on!

        What a whopping surprise!

It’s on wolf-shepherds,

        Who must get rid of: LIES!

 

The pressure is on!

        Pastors’ shirts soaked with sweat!

Casting out demons!

        In themselves, lest sheep get et!

 

And the angry-loud preacher,

        Who shouts loud, then quiet as a mouse!

Controls by hypnotizing,

        What happens? When sheep leave his house!

 

And the morbid-dreary preacher,

        Halting in speech and breath,

Who hangs himself and sheep on blood,

        Of Christ?  All this death?

 

What happens when dreary-death preachers,

        Can no longer easily sheep pen?

When sheep see through the controller’s ruse,

        And say, That church, we can’t go in!

 

Oh the pressure’s on!

        What a whopping surprise!

It’s on wolf-shepherds,

        Who must get rid of: LIES!

 

The pressure is on!

        Pastors’ shirts soaked with sweat!

Casting out demons!

        In themselves, lest sheep get et!

 

And the boy-voiced pastor,

        Controlled by his wife?

When sheep won’t buy GUY-talk,

        Won’t that man, then have strife?

 

And the little-pastor’s worship,

        Of big-broadcast pastor tomfoolery,

What will that pastor then do?

        When sheep hate big hair, and big jewelry too!

 

And the command-and-controller,

        Unceasingly saying, You must, You’ve got to, I tell you!

This and that condescending tripe,

        What’ll he do, when sheep say, We, not you, have truth!

 

Oh the pressure’s on!

        What a whopping surprise!

It’s on wolf-shepherds,

        Who must get rid of: LIES!

 

The pressure is on!

        Pastors’ shirts soaked with sweat!

Casting out demons!

        In themselves, lest sheep get et!

 

In That Day,

        Sheep will see fear, greed and slouch!

And see wolves,

        Controlling from Mesmer couch!

 

In That Day,

        The pressure is on wolfish ways!

Painful, yes,

        The wolves will find, their own sheep’s gaze!

 

The next couple or man or woman,

        Visiting a wayward-shepherd church,

Might well tell the shepherd directly,

        His preaching method’s evil curse!

 

Oh the pressure’s on!

        What a whopping surprise!

It’s on wolf-shepherds,

        Who must get rid of: LIES!

 

The pressure is on!

        Pastors’ shirts soaked with sweat!

Casting out demons!

        In themselves, lest sheep get et!

 

These In That Day poems,

        Are copied worldwide!

Once sheep’s eyes are opened,

        Bad shepherds can’t hide!

 

And once sheep’s eyes are opened,

        They can never be closed!

Wolves in sheep’s clothing revealed!

        Everybody knows!

 

Most everybody will know,

        What a con job modern church has often been!

But Christ-in-You still is waiting,

        When wolves and sheep see straight, what will they do then?

 

Oh the pressure’s on!

        What a whopping surprise!

It’s on wolf-shepherds,

        Who must get rid of: LIES!

 

The pressure is on!

        Pastors’ shirts soaked with sweat!

Casting out demons!

        In themselves, lest sheep get et!

 

Here is precisely just what shepherds and sheep will do,

        When, through In That Day Teachings, they get straight!

They’ll love Old Paths of Correction and the High Ways,

        And Christ-in-You in them, before too late!

 

 

 

 

 

Preachers, You Really Must Get Out!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/10/11

 

 

Preachers, You really must,

        Get out!

You would be surprised what,

        Comes out!

 

What comes out of other preacher’s mouths,

        Is absurd!

But not yours!  But the others!  Well, have,

        You heard?

 

One pauses five times,

        Per sentence!

His soul: tortured,

        Repentance!

 

Another warns of,

        Smooth talkers!

Never on point,

        Just bonkers!

 

Another wants you to submit,

        To his authority!

That he is crazy, peers would,

        Vote in majority!

 

Another shouts loud and angry,

        Then pauses low and soft,

Hypnotizing audience,

        When home, to kick dog!

 

Another in squeaky-boy voice,

        Teaches on manhood and overcoming strife,

But he can’t stop calling men,

        GUYS, even if it meant his life!

 

Another man warns of,

        Spending too much time on the couch!

His wife runs his whole church,

        No wonder he’s on couch!  OUCH!

 

Another warns to beware,

        Beware! Of the false prophet!

While saying, Rapture is near!

        And fear!  But just don’t mock it!

 

On man, a Texan,

        Loudly booms out his voice, with big ego’s showmanship!

Only problem is,

        Christ-in-You sails in no man’s ship, that’s showmanship!

 

Another parenthetic-interrupts everything,

        Laying down Mesmer’s hypnotic, brain-overloading misdirection!

Repeated ad nauseam like it was bling!

        With: How-many-of-you-know-the-answer-to-a-moronic-question?

 

Decks with missing cards,

        Minds not put together,

Engines missing parts,

        Storming-rage weather…

 

Authorities with few bible truths,

        And tons of malarkey,

Boyish freaks, mad controllers,

        Attitudes oft snarky…

 

Weird, uncorrected,

        Kings with no clothes,

Clowns in the circus,

        Unsure of roles…

 

Madmen and madwomen,

        In a mad, mad, mad, mad world!

Perchance ready or not,

        For high teachings unfurled.

 

Dystopian directors,

        Of antipode-spirit thought,

Each unable to believe,

        God’s higher mind says: STOP!

 

Stop the insanity,

        Stop the puerile being!

Hear now a true prophet,

        Who wants you all seeing!

 

Weep!  Wail!  Howl!

        Repent of church-insanity sold!

In That Day,

        Comes better humanity: BOLD!

 

Ancient Paths of Correction,

        Higher Ways and then Christ-in-You!

Will kill church fear, greed and slouch,

        Else, God and His prophets, aren’t true!

 

Be sad, oh yes, preachers,

        That these truths didn’t come first to you!

But now that they’ve come!

        Be careful now, what will you do?

 

More insanity?

        Well, be my guest!

Do more what you’ve tried?

        But is that best?

 

Sure, the other preachers are crazy,

        But not you!

You, unlike all the others, are whole,

        Not unglued?

 

If so,

        My congratulations!

If not,

        Stop enslaving nations!

 

Learn of Christ-in-You,

        Old Paths of Correction and Higher Ways!

So from babe to man,

        You can be ye perfect, as I AM says!

 

Yes! Hard it will be, to say on your tongue,

        In That Day Teachings are true,

It’s so hard to be humble when perfect!

        Guess we’ve got nothing to do?

 

 

Oh Boy!  It’s Boy-Pastor Church!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/9/11

 

 

What are women thinking?

        Hauling their families to Boy-Pastor Church!

High-pitched-voice Boy-Pastors,

        Teaching man, woman, child: immaturity’s curse?

 

It is GUY this, GUY that,

        Milk sermons, never steak!

Platitudes, not wisdom,

        Who’s Puppet-Master great?

 

Usually, the pastor’s wife,

        Who likes her man a boy?

And women of the church, same?

        To dominate! Their joy?

 

Shout hallelujah with a squeaky voice!

        Make it wispy-soft, yet high!

It’s woman-run, Boy-Pastor Church, rejoice!

        Man and woman are just: GUY!

 

These are the masters of subtle deception,

        Mammaries of the most milky of the Milky Ways!

It’s our modern woman-run: Boy-Pastor Church!

        They’ll geld you, if you don’t give ’em: Hurrays!

 

Mother’s milk is good for babies,

        And that is the problem!

Feed men and women momma’s milk,

        They each become goblin!

 

Milk-obsessed, mammary church it is,

        Maybe only prophetic eyes can see that!

For folks with milk in ear,

        Or milk on eyes, have become blind as a bat!

 

The brow-beaten men attending must think,

        At least I’m not as wimpified as that pastor!

Meanwhile, wives learn from pastor’s better half,

        Wow! She whipped ‘er guy good!  That’s what we’re after!

 

Shout hallelujah with a squeaky voice!

        Make it wispy-soft, yet high!

It’s woman-run Boy-Pastor Church, rejoice!

        Man and woman are just: GUY!

 

These are the masters of subtle deception,

        Mammaries of the most milky of the Milky Ways!

It’s our modern woman-run: Boy-Pastor Church!

        They’ll geld you, if you don’t give ’em: Hurrays!

 

It’s a good way to make,

        Your children rebel, in dark themes gothic!

Daughter in combat boots,

        Son, dress!  Their parents, they’ll mocketh!

 

Because Boy-Pastor Church,

        Mocks all prophetic correction,

Women puppet-masters,

        Make Boy-Pastors: their confection!

 

For neither man nor woman,

        Believes God has much better ways!

Else they would believe prophet,

        And do, not delete, what he says.

 

Shout hallelujah with a squeaky voice!

        Make it wispy-soft, yet high!

It’s woman-run, Boy-Pastor Church, rejoice!

        Man and woman are just: GUY!

 

These are the masters of subtle deception,

        Mammaries of the most milky of the Milky Ways!

It’s our modern woman-run: Boy-Pastor Church!

        They’ll geld you, if you don’t give ’em: Hurrays!

 

Boy-Pastor Church,

        Is a great way to kill time!

And not prepare,

        With courage, for God’s next sign!

 

History doesn’t repeat itself,

        But it does rhyme!

History hurts immature thought,

        The boyish kind!

 

Women, let your boys each become a man!

        Man enough to learn from mistakes,

Then you’ll all become more mature,

        And learn, In That Day, what it takes!

 

Shout hallelujah with a squeaky voice!

        Make it wispy-soft, yet high!

It’s woman-run, Boy-Pastor Church, rejoice!

        Man and woman are just: GUY!

 

These are the masters of subtle deception,

        Mammaries of the most milky of the Milky Ways!

It’s our modern woman-run: Boy-Pastor Church!

        They’ll geld you, if you don’t give ’em: Hurrays!

 

What does it take to mature,

        Out of Boy-Pastor Church, In That Day?

First, you must: Weep! Wail! Howl!

        Repent!  Repent of loving the Devil’s way!

 

Next, learn to learn about the bad ways,

        The bad ways of Churchianity’s fear, greed and slouch!

Then, learn to learn about the good ways,

        They will be tough!  You’ll have to really get off couch!

 

The good ways consist of three primary things,

        Ancient Paths of Correction, God’s wise High Ways,

All designed to increase the Christ-in-You,

        Whom you will see in others, and salute: always!

 

We’re shocked! you might be thinking, but didn’t a lady say,

        To Jesus Himself, Aren’t the paps that gave ye suck, blessed?

And Christ full knew it was a diversion, so He replied,

        Obey my voice!  So then, between Christ or paps, who’s best?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peterbilts vs. Sheep-That-Wilt

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/8/11

 

 

What a crazy dream,

        I had!

I don’t know who was,

        Most bad!

 

Millions of Peterbilt Trucks,

        On a forty-lane freeway,

Against millions of sheep,

        Dodging out of harm’s way!

 

Sheep-That-Wilt Shepherds,

        Helpd the sheep cross the forty lanes,

But the Peterbilts,

        Hit the sheep!  Causing them great pains!

 

The shepherds, believe it or not,

        Gave them:  MILK!

The Peterbilts, with diesel fuel,

        Did not bilk!