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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“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.
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.
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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
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Each Decision Causes Body-Soul-Spirit 2 Ascend or Descend!
(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?
(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.
(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,
(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?”
(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?”
(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!
(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?)
Iawoke 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?)
(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.
(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.
(“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?
(“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,
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.)
(“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?
(“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!
(“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?
(“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 theywere 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?
(“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 alldecoherency 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,
(“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?
(“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.
(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?”
(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,
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.
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!
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?
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!
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.
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.”)
Iasked 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!
(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)
(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?
(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.
(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!
(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?
(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:
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.
(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?
(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!
(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 wouldof 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!
(“…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!
(“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!
(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,
(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.
(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?
(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?
(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!
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!
(“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!
(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!
(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:
(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!
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!
(“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?
(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… DONOT 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?
(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.)
(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?
(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?
(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?
(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!)
(“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…
(“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,
(“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?
(“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!
(“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 wivesnow! 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 YOUdoing 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!)
(“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?
(“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 myseven 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
(“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,
(“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?
(“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!
(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.
(“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,
(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!
(“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!
(“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!
(“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!)
(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!)
(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,
(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!
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!
(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!)
(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!)
(“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!
(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!
GrowUP 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)
(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!)
(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!)
(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 ISwhat 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’tget 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?
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?
(“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!)
(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!)
(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!
(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!)
(“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!)
(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!)
(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!)
(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, annealedsilver -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!
(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 asnow 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!)
(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.)
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?)
(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!
(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 lazysubtext 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!)
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!
(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 FINANCIALhand!
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!)
(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
(“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,
(“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!
(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,
Is not the following interpretation... actually thecorrectinterpretation? 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.
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%!
(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,
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!
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
“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!)
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!
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!"
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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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!)
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?
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?
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 whatis 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!
“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,
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…
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 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 sameTruth 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?
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!)
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!)
“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 mostwanting,
In That Day Teachings. Elmer Gantry types call it treason,
Far too intelligent, too loving for preachers’ vaunting.
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
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.
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.
(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
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!
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.
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.
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 NLPwitchcraft 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.
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’sblessed 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.
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.
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.
(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.
-Please comment on this article at the website below-
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!
11/7/2011RE: “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!)
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!
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.
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!”
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.
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!
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!
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!)
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!)
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!)
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 Jewishteacher) 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!
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!)
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?
8/29/2011RE: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!
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?
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!
8/10/2011RE: “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?
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!
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
8/4/2011RE: 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!
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) !!!
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?
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
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!
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?
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).
