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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(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,
