In That Day Teachings

In That Day Teachings

by Robert Winkler Burke

Reno, Nevada U.S.A.

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

Hear Ye, Something New!

Hear Ye, Something New!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/14/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye!

        What the herald has to say,

The Day of the Lord is come,

        It’s called: In That Day.

With God all things come in three,

        On this we are agreed,

We have two testaments now,

        A third one is in need.

What shall we call this testament,

        After Old and New?

Get thyself imbued and call it,

        Testament You.

First Testament of animal sacrifice,

        Second of Second Adam,

Third Testament of your own sacrifice,

            Spirit blood born again.

What is this Testament You?

        Is it Isaiah’s new thing of God?

It’s quick-come behold: Christ-in-you!

        In humility, never proud.

I salute the God in you,

        The You Testament has us say,

No more proud grandee funding,

        Shenanigan dark logic goes away.

In God’s life, liberty and happiness,

        We see saints of the past,

Pointing toward In That Day,

        God come full at last!

Can we put a finger on it,

        And say, Lo here or there?

No we can’t, we’re not in charge,

        Humble servants to God bear.

What if the herald,

        Is a scallywag with no credentials?

As heralds before,

        Old and New made You essentials.

Good God! we can’t believe it,

        Something happening now!

Saints have prayed two-thousand years,

        Don’t be surprised how.

Don’t be surprised the thousand pieces,

        Of In That Day fit seamless,

You are part of God’s grand design,

        Don’t dare believe God theme-less.

Behold In That Day,

        A new thing indeed,

Grandees won’t support,

        Non-support of greed.

Behold a new You Testament,

        Like others: in page, poem and man,

Behold the restoration of,

        All things, like when it all began.

Here ye, hear ye, hear ye!

        Ignore this not,

Don’t despise small beginnings,

        Or you will be forgot.

Something new has happened,

        Now under the sun,

Lose lies, gain truth, love God,

        Oh, indwelt one.

Read the page, read the poem,

        Read your spirit clan,

Salute the God in page, poem,

        And hardest of all: man!

See with eyes to see,

        See as do the blessed pure in heart,

God isn’t finished,

        No children, this is just the start!

Colossal Triumphs Overturned

Colossal Triumphs Overturned

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/15/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

We didn’t start out to be giants,

        But that’s who we are,

We didn’t despise small beginnings,

        Somehow, we went far.

Now we stand shoulder to shoulder,

        Carrying too much to bear,

Who do we carry?  You!

        And you don’t seem to care.

We wrote the songs,

        We wrote the books,

The constitutions,

        All, if you’d look!

But you’re busy depositing,

        What you shouldn’t on our heads,

No, it’s not flowers we smell,

        As you besmirch your beds.

You sleep with trollup doxies,

        And call evil good,

We gave all not for proxies,

        Or to make you lewd.

You have it precisely backwards,

        As you stand on our shoulders,

You don’t know we can shake you off,

        Your strange fire kindles embers.

Though saintly,

        We weren’t always saints!

We forgive,

        Change color of your paints!

You have succeeded only in,

        Our triumphs overturned,

See, weep, repent and then return!

        Not too late, your turn earned.

You can earn your place,

        In the hall of giants,

Lose the rotten doctrines,

        I AM is, stop it: ain’ts.

The I AM called us in our day,

        And we gave our best,

So far you have refused His call,

        Your pride beats the rest.

As leviathan of Job’s day,

        Your pride reaches heaven,

Brittle, we let God full break us,

        We grew by losing leaven.

Our mission now,

        Is not to uphold leviathans of pride,

Beware: Misled,

        You’ve reached the limit of our ride.

You stand on our shoulders,

        Letting dung fall,

One day we must shake you off,

        And you will fall.

You can fool yourselves and others,

        But you can’t con giants of history,

In our day we saw miscreants,

        You don’t think others on earth see?

Your unchecked monster pride,

        Makes you stupid blind,

In That Day you will see,

        What you now can’t find.

In Pursuit of Happiness (Part I)

In Pursuit of Happiness (Part I)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/16/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Damn that spaceship captain!

        Damn that ship of twenty!

I have fought tougher men,

        But can’t remember any.

Orbiting the warm planet Pleasure,

        We caught his poorly named first ship: Life,

While he and crew took planet’s measure,

        My ship Reality gave Life strife.

How his crew on planet escaped us,

        Is a mystery to me,

Then after I blew up Liberty,

        He’s captain of his ship three.

He won’t accept Reality,

        He won’t accept our great largess,

He denies our compromise overtures,

        This captain of ship three: Happiness.

Happiness is the reason for our existence,

        We of Reality are authorized to blow it to hell,

But it is so small and independent and agile,

        It escapes us; it seems to know us well.

The captain’s name is William Faith,

        He has besmirched his last name Bother,

My name is Captain Lucinda Hope,

        I’m his sister, he’s my brother.

The Reality has four hundred souls onboard,

        If I have not now just lost fifty,

We just had another confusing space battle,

        With Happiness: costing us plenty.

In the midst of explosions, energy beams,

        Tractor pulls and cloaking devices,

Happiness disappeared from our sights,

        I dread to report this to my admiral vices.

Why do I fight Happiness?

        It’s the United Planet Alliance decree,

Pay tribute, or give-to-get good,

        As long as you give us that, we are agreed.

Our fleet of ships like Reality,

        Keep our one hundred planets ruled well,

Except for little bugs like Happiness,

        That incite the outer planets to rebel.

Our United Planet Alliance is benevolent,

        Well-ordered in religion, news and business,

As one government we say give-to-get,

        If you give-to-get, you’ll have full bliss!

So citizens of the Alliance, must therefore,

        Give-to-get,

Give all, get all! No better plan for man discovered,

        No, not yet!

What’s this my underlings tell me?

        Happiness has been discovered,

Clinging, cloaked on Reality’s underside,

        In battle debris covered?

Bring William Faith Bother to me,

        And his nineteen crew!

In martial space court and conviction,

        And death chambers they are due!

Sister Lulu!  You’re looking great!

        My brother said to me,

A first class, sexy dominatrix,

        As all can full well see!

Shut up, brother William,

        You’re nothing to this court!

You’re like my three sons,

        For this job I did abort.

Good God!  Lucinda!

        You’ve sold your soul!

You don’t hate me,

        You hate your fate’s role!

I love my job as captain of Reality,

        I see things as they are,

You and your ships see things as they could be,

        You’re stuck on same bad star.

Interruptions?  What?

        What’s happening now?

The relentless All Channels,

        Have captured us?  How?

An All Channel ship,

        As big as the biggest moon,

Has locked on to us,

        Brother, we are doomed!

Have faith, dear ol’ Sis,

        With your bombs and beams make a diversion bursting,

In battle’s confusion,

        Nimbly put Reality on moon ship’s undergirding!

So, we eventually escaped,

        And I had to let Happiness go,

Bill talked of Life and Liberty,

        And not being forced to give-to-get.  So,

Now my Reality is more open minded,

        As I blast about space,

Maybe coercive give-to-getting is bad doxie,

        There’s hope for our race.

How I hated my brother,

        How he loves me so,

How wrong I think I might be,

        What does Happiness know?

What is there to know, in space, I often wonder,

        About Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness?

It was politic religion: in Earth that was,

        What did those Founders know of which we guess?

        Hated Liberty and hated Happiness,

Now that my Reality is checked,

        I hope I become what I hated: next.

Reality has become a prison for me,

        Bill showed me coercive giving is slavery of thought,

Life, Liberty and Happiness,

        Haunt me until, I think, Reality becomes what it ought.

What is there about this thing Happiness?

        I need to know,

Where is my brother?  And Happiness?

        There I must go.

Happiness has freedom,

        Freedom I have not,

Happiness has family,

        Family I’ve forgot.

My brother loves mankind’s family,

        And embraces its increase,

Give-to-get manages man’s limits,

        And embraces man’s decrease.

As captain of Reality, I thought I,

        Kept bad ideas from hurting our universe,

My captain brother’s love, Happiness,

        Liberty and Life showed me I made it worse.

Tell me more about this thing Happiness,

        I need to grow,

Where is my brother? And Happiness?

        There I must go.

Reality’s pride destroys love and Happiness,

        This I know,

In humbleness, to my brother and Happiness,

        I will go.

The Search for Happiness (Part II)

The Search for Happiness (Part II)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/16/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

I’m on the search for Happiness,

        Happiness and my brother,

The Alliance wants them gone,

        One way or the other.

The government pulled my ship Reality,

        From the outer planet belt,

To the Inner Core of Wonders,

        Where the gold-of-gold is melt!

Gold from our one hundred planets,

        And from stars beyond,

Is brought to the Inner Core of Wonders,

        To make gold-of-gold profound.

It’s why the United Planet Alliance,

        Takes so much give-to-get funding,

It’s to buy gold to make gold-of-gold,

        Gold, not Happiness, we’re hunting.

My mission is to protect,

        The Inner Core of Wonders,

An incoming gold revet,

        Precious gold-of-gold renders!

Captain Lucinda Hope Bother, they said,

        Welcome to the Inner Core of Enlightenment,

We’ve picked you to drink gold-of-gold,

        To help all good in you!  Be not frightened.

Thus the Inner Core Council,

        Surprised my being,

To give me precious gold-of-gold,

        To have me all seeing!

Gold-of-gold gives powers of god,

        All wise, all seeing, all knowing,

Maybe this is true happiness,

        With gold-of-gold I’ll be growing!

But know this, dearest captain,

        The Chancellor of Enlightenment said to me,

With gold-of-gold: no children,

        You’ll be sterile, happy, child-free.

I thought back to my confession,

        I gave in my brother’s martial court,

I told him I had had three sons,

        Each one I did, unthinking, abort.

Bill told me I didn’t hate him,

        It was my role in life I despised,

Captain of Reality,

        Wrong fighting right, was how he surmised.

I’ll drink the gold-of-gold,

        But show me first where it is melt,

All my life I’ve gone high,

        I must feel how queens have felt!

From my spaceship Reality, in orbit,

        I beamed down to the Inner Core,

Damn it, damn it, damn it: my brother,

        Surprised me with something more!

I was beamed on his ship: Happiness,

        He beamed, dressed like me, on mine,

Both ships blasted to the outer planets,

        And left the Inner Core behind.

I was so mad I could spit,

        But they turned on monitors I could see,

The relentless All Channel moon ships,

        Devouring the Inner Core to black history.

Once safe and out of danger,

        We captains beamed back into position,

Me in Reality, Bill in Happiness,

        I screamed at him in exasperation.

Bill, don’t run away!

        You can see in this video link I need you,

No you don’t! he said,

        You wanted gold-of-gold! You are a fool.

I’ll find you brother,

        I’ll kill you or else you’ll kill me,

You won’t find me, Lu,

        I stole enough gold to be free.

We’re a family here in Happiness,

        Lucinda, you think about that,

I will come to your wedding,

        As Uncle Bill in top hat.

You’re talking crazy, brother,

        Am I?  Am I Lucy Hope?

Find yourself a husband, Sis,

        Dead straight I make no joke.

Where art thou, oh brother,

        You’ve turned off the signal,

Keep Happiness alive,

        Search for you I will!

You cut me like a knife,

        You vaguely mention my lost sons,

I’ll kill you, you kill me,

        My search for Happiness has begun.

You mock me that I could,

        Somehow begin anew,

You’ll learn from me vengeance,

        I am telling you.

I spit on your love!

        I spit on your Happiness!

You will wish you killed me,

        And never gave me grace!

You tricked me with your Happiness,

        You tricked me with love,

To hell with your ship of fools,

        I’ll reign terror from above.

I’m on the search for Happiness,

        Happiness and my brother,

The Alliance wants them gone,

        One way or the other.

Happiness Found (Part III)

Happiness Found (Part III)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/16/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Captain Lucinda Hope Bother of Reality,

        This is Vice Admiral Sam Intrepid of Submission,

Meet me and my ship in Outer More,

        It’s urgent, it’s secret: your signed, sealed mission.

I left off my search for Happiness,

        And my evil black sheep brother,

Sam Intrepid is handsome, right smart,

        I’d be with him as with other.

Upon arrival I was debriefed,

        And my, what a shock!

My brother had sold my hand for gold,

        To Sam for wedlock!

We had joined our ships as one,

        To increase our might,

Sam Intrepid’s gold to brother,

        He thought had made right.

Hell hath no fury,

        As a scorned lady,

That’s nothing to,

        Me and deals shady!

Then, once again, came trouble,

        From moon ships of the All Channel!

As we prepared for fight or flight,

        My brother waved: Lu, all is well!

Escort the All Channel moon ships,

        To my hideout on the outermost planet,

I’m making gold-of-gold clandestine,

        Can you and Sam Intrepid manage?

It took us months, linked ship to ship,

        To escort the All Channel beast brigade,

They have dog faces, run in thousand-packs,

        And howl and wail the night and day.

Sam Intrepid, over dinner, told me,

        About All Channels every night,

He said the ancient dogs knew too much,

        Knowing too much has been their blight.

Not happy with simple truths,

        Like inalienable rights of happiness, liberty and life,

They absorb worlds and worlds,

        Thinking infinite knowledge makes infinite right.

In truth, I am in love with Sam,

        He’s so much like my brother,

They both are treasonous as hell,

        Each would make good lover.

Sam knows my past,

        Full of violence, shame and fight,

It doesn’t bother him,

        Somehow he makes me feel light.

Finally, we reached the outermost planet,

        All Channel mad dogs in tow,

William Faith Bother beamed us,

        Wearing top hat don’t you know.

Before you scream at me sister,

        See what I have done,

With gold from Inner Core and Sam,

        Gold-of-gold I’ve grown!

William, we’ll kill you before,

        You drink it or sell it to the dogs!

Sister, Samuel: hold off just yet,

        Light, sweet light will clear the fogs.

Our All Channel friends howl,

        Because too much knowledge hurt their brains,

Knowledge without wisdom,

        Kills and rots all gains.

Whereas gold-on-gold drunk by us,

        Gives us powers of the gods,

Gold-on-gold drunk by All Channels,

        Returns them to wise dogs.

And so the All Channels,

        Drank my brother’s gold-of-gold,

The space dogs now are our brothers,

        The most loyal friends, if truth be told.

And me, I did marry,

        Vice Admiral Sam Intrepid of Submission,

We and our ships are one,

        Perfect Union, its new name and commission.

Brother William Faith Bother,

        Received the Medal of Honor from the Alliance,

And was knighted by the dogs,

        And true to word, wore top hat at wedding dance.

God willing, I’ll give Sam,

        Daughters and sons,

We’ll teach them more,

        Than rights and wrongs.

We’ll teach the sons and daughters of tomorrow,

        With Uncle William Faith’s help,

Happiness, liberty and life’s finite limits,

        Beyond which we should reject.

We stand on shoulders of giants,

        Giants of true happiness,

We can teach multitudes this thing,

        That most is found in less.

In family, in love,

        In life, liberty and greatest mortal happiness,

Is in wisdom’s limits,

        Out in space and at home: most is found in less.

No power in the universe,

        Beats the power of simple truthing,

With self-evident truths,

        You cannot happiness be losing.

Listen: sons of liberty, daughters of freedom,

        This is Hope speaking,

Conquer space dragons or inner demons,

        Love is worth keeping.

There is no limit to love,

        With liberty’s dedication to mutual self-restraint,

My brother’s love conquered,

        One hundred worlds.  Don’t ever think: You can’t!

You can find Life, you can find Liberty,

        You can find true Happiness,

Find and keep what the Founders knew,

        Nothing more, nothing less.

Nothing more, nothing less,

        Do you get it?

Promulgate that freedom,

        And beget it.

Better Late Than Never

Better Late Than Never

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/11/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Once a boy dreamed that,

        That he could,

He could grow to be a man,

        All he should.

It happened at fifty,

        Or was it sixty?

But it wasn’t twenty,

        It wasn’t timely.

The world didn’t want,

        To forgive him for that,

But at least he grew up,

        And grew into his hat.

But the part the world,

        Didn’t forgive,

Was growing up.  It wanted,

        Him kept naïve.

Some suspected,

        God lived inside this man,

The rest held that,

        He was reprobate, a sham.

It didn’t bother,

        The man too much,

It was the cost,

        To lose the crutch.

I Am a Monkey

I Am a Monkey

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/18/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

“I was made merely in the image of God,

but not otherwise resembling Him enough to be

 mistaken for Him by anybody but a very near-

sighted person… I believe that our heavenly

Father invented man because he was

 disappointed in the monkey.”

– Mark Twain

Woe is me,

        I am a monkey,

Eyes to see,

        In misery.

I see God,

        Where others can’t,

And I go,

        Where others shan’t.

Twain said he told lies,

        So he could tell the truth,

I say look at deception!

        Others then me forsooth!

Perhaps I should say I lie,

        So that others listen,

Twain manifested Christ,

        Humor his glisten. 

I am a monkey,

        Because I see,

In That Day we all,

        Can be free.

Some Cons are Blessed

Some Cons are Blessed

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/18/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

There is a con,

        Under the sun,

To look for,

        A wonder one.

They come on strong,

        They come on wrong,

But before too long,

        They, well, belong!

They belong to truth,

        God-bearers they be,

They sneak undetected,

        To make heart free.

Wonder ones smoking, drinking,

        Breaking the rules,

But by their big hearts proving,

        Posers as fools.

The curmudgeon miser,

        Who isn’t really!

The unbigoted bigot,

        Who is free!

Wonder ones are free,

        And in their freedom,

Bipolar champions,

        Fooling the blind-dumb.

Mocking evil,

        They bumble and stumble overt mission,

Being good,

        They manifest Christ in covert position.

Oft they can’t tell you,

        Who they are,

They don’t know themselves,

        Dust of star.

They are outside: ugly,

        Inside: pretty!

Outside: imprisoned,

        Inside: heart-free!

They, the wonder ones,

        Just know what for them works,

Secretly, they’re good,

        But on top of things, jerks.

No, they are not bad,

        They are, above all, humble,

Causing non-seers,

        To discount and stumble.

Don’t stumble on a rare,

        Beautiful wonder one,

Bless them; man, woman,

        And you might also become.

Blessed are the wonder ones,

        Hiding deep good in thin evil crust,

Watch them in action,

        Most every time good: won, evil: bust.

If it won’t,

        Ruin their ploy,

Tell them, please,

        They are such joy!

Bottom line:

        Why are they so odd?

Wonder ones,

        How they bring God!

Bless Them All, In That Day!

Bless Them All, In That Day!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/20/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Bless my neighbors,

That persecute me,

Bless my family,

        That does not see.

Bless myself,

        Where I am still blind,

That I see,

        Not be left behind.

Not left behind in rapture,

        For rapture is full well a lie!

But left in blindness,

        Not fighting right in wrongness ‘til I die!

No, let me see right,

        As You give me sight to see,

That I help others,

        Through dream, through reveal: to be.

To be good,

        Takes revolutionary sight!

The god-born,

        Misconstrued wrong, yet at end: right!

Further mysterious,

        Is this truth,

Best truths: unspoken,

        Words: no use.

Best, highest, most hidden truths,

        Found in parable,

In poem, given spirit-to-deep-spirit,

        Words unable.

In That Day,

        Enlightenment best understood,

With words, yes,

        But much more beyond words’ good!

Beyond the beyond,

        Where is Father’s will,

Understood by some,

        In That Day: more fill.

More shall fill up,

        At endless well,

Living waters,

        In That Day: tell.

Explaining the Goals of In That Day Teachings

Explaining the Goals of In That Day Teachings

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/21/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Evil spirits inhabit and manifest in souls which believe wrong doctrines.

Good spirits inhabit and manifest in souls which believe true doctrines.

The spirits do this by legal right, rights given to them to inhabit and manifest souls according to each doctrine believed.

Thus, inhabitation and manifestation of spirits are controlled by doctrines believed and lived.

To change the inhabitation and manifestation of spirits, one must at the bottom of it, change doctrines believed.

Satan a) wants to manifest himself in every man, woman, child and, in fact, all creation, b) preferring souls with evil spirits that are c) strong, d) numerous and e) well-established.

Jesus a) wants to manifest Himself in every man, woman, child and, in fact, all creation, b) preferring souls with good spirits that are c) strong, d) numerous and e) well-established.

The goal of In That Day Teachings is that Jesus be able to manifest Himself in creation, to bring heaven to earth according to Matthew 6:10’s will of the Father, through John 14:20’s triune transcendent indwelling in mankind, which is explained by Paul in Colossians 1:26-27 as the mystery of God-Christ in you, and through Revelation 22’s seeing and honoring Jesus come quickly in each other, a process that requires utmost humility, as Jesus Himself admonished in Matthew 23:37-39.

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By spirits universally witnessed with spiritual eyes to see, the escapist doctrines of rapture, prosperity, jabberwocky prophetic, mojo-emotion, intellectual dry-bones, seeker-friendly-truth-avoidance-rip-you-up and other flimflam self-interested schemes of religious promoters are self evident lies that oft promulgate doctrines of the Devil, and the Devil’s indwelling and the Devil’s subsequent pride and blindness.  Further problems are rigid righteousness (Job chapters 1-41), being rule-bound and lack of humility to honor the humble good and God indwelt, but rather leviathan pride’s persecution of all things God-imbued.

By spirits universally witnessed with spiritual eyes to see, the non-escapist doctrines of orthodox belief, along with In That Day Teachings’ adherence to holy flexibility (Job chapter 42), exceptions to rules, and honor to the humble-good and God-indwelt are self evident truths that oft promote doctrines of Father God, the indwelling of Jesus and the beatitude-blessings of humility and sight.  Included with this is persecution of the blessed holy-flexible by the rigid, blind and empowered-ignorant of Job 41’s leviathan pride.

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In That Day is simply a time come to earth when a significantly higher amount of people achieve significant sight and indwelling of God, resulting in a much more profound heaven come to earth.

At the same time, however, the opposite also occurs.  More evil people achieve significant blindness and indwelling of Satan, resulting in a much more profound hell come to earth.

This is In that Day: A time both evil, very evil; and good, very good indeed.  It is therefore  a time of necessary and hard separation. 

The wheat shall be worthy wheat: worthy to be presented by God’s angels into the storage places of truth: God’s favor of overcoming trials, empowerment and imbuing.  The tares shall richly deserve to be burned in fire: the places reserved for the proud, blind and selfish hurters of others.

Truly, truly In That Day is an awesome time in which to live in God!

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Again, God’s abiding happens by doctrines believed.  Believe and live true doctrines, and God can choose to increase His sight and bearing in you.  Believe wrong doctrines and Satan can chose to increase his blindness and bearing in you.  Thus, true doctrine is the cornerstone for all good and God abiding in you.

Necessarily Incommunicable

Necessarily Incommunicable

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/21/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

What if there’s no wait,

No rapture, no imminent coming,

Of Jesus, the man,

        Our Savior, the One becoming.

Jesus, the One becoming,

        IN: I and you!

No more can people,

        Misconstrue!

Misconstruing for decades,

        Who comes when,

Making what is ever now,

        Never been.

Lights of multitudes of souls extinguished,

        With candle snuffers,

By the not self-evident conductors,

        But preacher buffers.

Preachers for centuries and even now,

        Delay In That Day,

Of God beheld quick in us: for shame,

        By their wrong say!

So many prophets of tomorrow,

        Today: without a clue!

Preach weird ink-blot cards of tarot,

        Within: they’re un-imbued!

Inside: the wrong prophets,

        The wrong prophets of tomorrow,

Have no God in them,

        Just craziness in: out sorrow!

But maybe it’s all on purpose,

        Necessarily incommunicable,

The creative of God see well,

        Others dine blind at Satan’s table.

Not knowing what spirit they’re of,

        They preach splendiferous witchcraft loud and long,

Not seeing their own proud weakness,

        While the seeing, God-imbued, unseen: move on!

Necessarily incommunicable,

        In That Day,

God-in-You unnoticed, the rest: on hubris,

        Holiday.

A Leaf in a Stream

A Leaf in a Stream

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/22/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

I saw God this morning,

        In the stream behind my house!

He was in a submerged red leaf,

        So beautiful, in my stream of wows!

I’ve seen ten-thousand dollar coffee tables,

        That capture under glass: a stream,

With Fall-colored leaves and fish,

        Like this morning’s captured dream.

If I’m humble and quiet,

        I see and love God in everything!

My neighbors walk by,

        I hope they see God in my stream!

My coffee table is just a coffee table,

        My stream is just a stream,

Am I crazy or am I sane,

        For seeing God in everything?

There are I-above-all-other-I’s,

        That see no God, no how in anything,

They hold no fish, no leaves, no water,

        These coffee-less think themselves: everything.

How can the quiet, humbled, God-imbued,

        Survive the ego leviathans of id?

The I-AM-in’s can’t fight the I-above-all-I’s,

        No, the I-AM-in’s must remain hid.

The I-AM-in’s remain hid,

        Until needed,

Thus will Satan’s dominion,

        Be unseated.

A leaf in a stream saw God,

        In a man today,

They winked at each other,

        Then drifted away.

Tie Me Up Until Denouement!

Tie Me Up Until Denouement!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/23/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Tie me up until the great, awaited, hoped for denouement,

        And then I’ll be free!

Tie me up and have your popular, broadcast Christian way,

        Until I can see!

The first shackle: the rapture,

        Causing fear and laziness!

Second: eternal security,

        Causing supine craziness!

Tie me with prophetic jabberwocky,

        Those are real good binds!

None on earth and not even God,

        Can follow their minds!

Tie me with seeker-friendly-truth-avoidance,

        Then I can be a fun beast!

Seeker-friendly allows all abominations,

        No complaints in the least!

Tie me up and rope me up,

        Tight bind me: ever more!

Prosperity! Yeah, baby!

        Now that is a whore!

Prosperity preachers receive their monies: so saintly,

        While we buy a foul, greedy lie,

That give-to-get isn’t a big self-serving Ponzi scheme,

        Like a shoplifter’s alibi!

Tie me, bind me, fill me,

        With total nonsense!

Wrap me with mojo-emotion,

        Any evil pretense!

Or just plain old do-nothing-worship-weakness,

        And old-fashioned truth-avoidance,

I can be propagandized: any bad thing,

        In obsequies compliance!

Bind me up even more,

        And choke-tie me bound down!

I might be God-bearing,

        And bring heaven around!

Tie me with tithes and endless tax-and-spend fees,

        Tie me with sailing ship anchor-chains of great guilt,

Tie me with uncritical thought immersion,

        It’s how empires of blind-leading-the-blind are built!

Empires of emotional insanity,

        Built on foundations of sand,

Built by cruelly tying me up,

        Your shackled Christian man.

I’m a full-bound-up man,

        Tied until denouement,

Blinkered until In That Day,

        A day of improvement.

A day when God must manifest,

        In unbound-by-wrong-doxie persons,

A day when rapture and the rest,

        Are cut off by orthodox conversions.

Tied up until denouement,

        Then free-in-God at last!

No limit to God manifesting,

        When bad doctrines are axed!

The free Christian so happy,

        To be, hurrah! God-indwelt!

Will find it odd that for so long,

        Ties were what believers felt!

Ties make prisoners,

        Prisoners of thought,

Get free, oh captives,

        From what we’ve bought.

We’ve bought lies as Christians,

        Antithetical to indwelling!

Now, In That Day: Denouement,

        We buy freedom that God is selling!

Oh denouement, oh denouement!

        Hallelu!

Cut loose lie-ties, and God lives in,

        Myself and you!

Oh freed ones, oh freed ones,

        Cry not for what freedom has cost!

Help others, help others,

        Tied up in insouciance: still lost!

Yes, people will cry when denouement comes,

        Narrowly avoiding hell,

We’ll all cry big tears of happy sadness,

        In That Day, we’ll wail.

Zombie Ogres and Orgs Compared

Zombie Ogres and Orgs Compared

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/24/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Listen now my sons,

        Though the wind does howl!

As the embers burn,

        Hear the truth in my jowl!

There are zombies!

        And there are zombies not!

Learn the difference,

        Eh, now!  My blood runs hot!

The Zombie Ogre,

        Of him: be not afraid,

Made up he is!

        He carries no blade!

But the Zombie Org,

        My GOD!  Run for the hills!

How on earth can we,

        E’er pay Zombie Org bills?

Zombie Orgs on Wall Street,

        Have crashed all the jobs!

Zombie Orgs in government,

        Are run by idiot nabobs!

Zombie Orgs in religion,

        Say, again: Pay, pay, pay!

Son, see a Zombie Org,

        Pray for feet!  Run away!

You can’t kill a Zombie Org,

        It only kills others,

Run from Zombie Orgs, hoping,

        Others it bothers!

And keep your mouth shut,

        They’re excellent at vexing,

All on earth who won’t kowtow,

        And be Zombie Org blessing.

Don’t tell your neighbor,

        We, as a family, hate what’s wrong!

Zombie Orgs have allegiance,

        Neighbors will say: You don’t belong!

If there’s confusion,

        Just say you hate the mythical Zombie Ogres!

Then there will be peace,

        You will have won over Zombie-Org-lovers!

Until In That Day when,

        Truth, love and pure-honest justice reigns,

Zombie Orgs will make sure,

        Wormwood and gall are all that remains.

God, how I hate Zombie Orgs!

        How I love ogres in stories of legend and lore!

Stories tell us to be brave warriors,

        And fight evil, even in an ogre, until it is no more!

Yes, sons, run now,

        From every evil bunch,

One day we’ll stand,

        That is my hunch.

Eh sons!  Let this campfire before us,

        Burning hot-spectral in the coals now die,

Pledge!  We keep swords of truth: sharp!

        Love for man: warm!  And powder: dry!

God, Set Us Free!

God, Set Us Free!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/27/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

I saw a generation wayward,

        That generation was mine,

The next generation I saw,

        I thought: could be divine!

Despite my praying, my patience,

        My screaming red-faced,

This generation wanted to be,

        Well, not yet God-graced.

No, I’m not talking generally,

        Not the whole of masses,

I’m talking of whom I know,

        Certain lads and lasses.

Rebels without a cause,

        Except to self-destruct,

Until finally awakened,

        And their lives reconstruct.

As I did,

        In middle life,

Grieving o’er,

        Debacles of strife.

Why awaken me,

        To see the next generation lost?

How to save us,

        God of mercy, what is the cost?

You invented family,

        Satan brings it destruction,

You awaken a few,

        Where fabled restoration?

Is it in adoption,

        With invisible ties,

To the seeking,

        Hungry to God-imbibe?

It’s lovely to raise up,

        Adopted-in-spirit sons and daughters,

But how to turn off,

        Our seed’s baptism in murky waters?

You are a God of justice and good-heart,

        I will believe in no other,

Save our families, oh Lord, with the,

        Love of Jesus, our brother.

Did Jesus die,

        And I die as well,

That Satan feast,

        On familial hell?

I behold thin loved ones with Satan’s minions attached,

        Gorged: hideously fat,

Alone in my home weeping, praying in my bathtub,

        I scream my voice flat.

Something wrong with your throat, son?

        You’re hoarse!  My mother tells me,

It’s nothing, mom, I brazenly lie,

        Hoping God heard: God, set us free!

Years come, years pass,

        Decades, too,

Some progress, but,

        Too much rue!

Give me one kin, oh Lord,

        In which to fully, completely partner,

Our family shall be praised,

        For the love of God and art in her!

This not too much to ask,

        For a too-proud family,

With little to brag on,

        Until all are free.

The Popular, Christian Deceivers’ Motto

The Popular, Christian Deceivers’ Motto

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/30/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Western Enlightenment’s reasoning teaches,

        To love one’s nation, but be suspicious!

Be ever suspicious of one’s government,

        Because of our bad nature’s worst wishes!

Governments govern at behest of governed,

        All rights flow from nature’s rights of people,

And three-part government limits powers,

        That government not tyrannize sheeple.

If this is so, and it of course is,

        Why does popular post-Enlightenment narcissism make,

Christian broadcast untouchable?

        We love God, but can’t suspect preachers: of logos rape?

Clerical tyranny,

        Is not unknown in history!

Mystic tyranny,

        Of any source: makes human misery!

Bad doxie money-mining,

        Has billions retrieved,

Even if it is not true,

        It is well conceived.

Se non e vero,

        E ben trovato,

Them that got, shall get,

        The deceiver’s motto.

Take prophetic jabberwocky,

        Take worship of supine weakness,

Take rapture’s fear,

        Or prosperity greediness.

Take don’t-touch-God’s-puerile leader,

        Take inane mantras unquestioned repeated,

Take earth-wide full corruption,

        Not ferreted out by preachers, but throne-seated!

Take blind-to-critical-thought preachers,

        Leading blind-to-critical-thought sheep,

And you get a world of confusion,

        Only Satan and his minions can keep.

Take how hard it is to,

        Read and honor the author of this poem,

Thank God you see better!

        As for blind leaders: nothing we owe them!

But the Christian deceivers,

        They say, You owe them all!

I say you owe me nothing,

        But to pray for their fall.

The Christian broadcast deceivers,

        Say, Do not wake up from their matrix!

Only they interpret scripture,

        Submit!  Let them be: dominatrix!

They say, Let them be: dominatrix,

        Love them and their trollup doxie!

They bet: They can’t be disempowered,

        To laugh them naked: takes moxie!

They bet: We don’t have moxie,

        We who are not deceived,

They deceive unchallenged,

        While the seers are grieved.

The seers are grieved,

        But see God’s solutions,

Behold: God comes quickly,

        In non-deceived humans!

Just remove pride and prejudice,

        From corrupted deceivers,

And salute God in true-taught men,

        Flowing in God’s great rivers!

Christian Broadcast Matrix Makers Unite!

Christian Broadcast Matrix Makers Unite!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/30/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Christian Broadcast Matrix Makers unite!

        And choose yourselves this day,

To repent of epic shenanigans,

        Or blow the thought away.

If you think your matrix witchcraft,

        Can bring your ignorant-taught to enlightenment heaven,

Then you believe what never can be,

        And you believe what never is and never once has been.

Deceivers making the deceived,

        Cast no true light,

Wrong is always wrong,

        And never right.

Repent, matrix makers,

        Before it is too late,

You’re famous for lies,

        Now unmake your fate.

Release your millions,

        Of deceived souls,

Heaven can reverse,

        Your charred roles.

Now teach the world,

        How your shenanigans worked!

Redeem freedom,

        Your wicked wiles then besmirched!

Sheep then seeing,

        Wolves for the first time!

You can free them,

        From future grind!

Matrix makers of religion,

        You served the world poorly,

Entrapping sheep to wiles,

        They needed to see sorely!

Wiles of business, politics and media,

        You pioneered to enslave,

Now you will expose to audiences,

        So none again ever be knave.

Oh, matrix makers,

        Stop it, you Christian fools!

No glory to dung,

        Be infilled, God-bearing jewels!

But now you are neither,

        God-bearing nor jewels,

You glorify dung piled high,

        As Satan’s best own tools.

Except for God’s help,

        Even the elect would not see,

But we do!  Now you,

        Must repent and set yourselves free.

Four Coins in Heaven’s Store

Four Coins in Heaven’s Store

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/01/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

An angel from heaven visited me,

        To tell me something more,

The angel from heaven told me,

        Of coins in heaven’s store!

Each person on earth, he told me,

        Can get four coins stored in heaven!

Or, he said, the reverse is true,

        Four coins can be in hell’s leaven!

The first gold coin of heaven,

        He said, is called the Gift of Life,

The front: Strength and Courage,

        The back: Peace in earthly strife.

The first bad coin of hell,

        He said, is called the Curse of Death,

The front: Fear; the back: Greed,

        Both: the cause of murder, more or less.

The second coin of heaven,

        Is called Liberty,

Front is named Equality,

        Back: Opportunity.

Treat others with no prejudice,

        Life and our God too,

And you’ll have Opportunity,

        And little to rue.

The second coin of hell,

        Is called Slavery,

Front is named Advantage,

        Back is Knavery.

Use unfair advantage,

        Against fellow man,

You become enslaved,

        Unequal than.

Third coin of heaven: Happiness,

        Front: Significant Clout,

Back refers to your work in day,

        Push, oh push: Frontiers Out!

Third coin of hell: Sadness,

        Front: Insignificant Waste,

Back refers to your work in day,

        Don’t push out: Hell’s Gates!

Fourth coin of heaven,

        Is rather odd,

Front says: God in Man,

        Back: Man in God.

Fourth coin of hell,

        Hard to relate,

Both sides each say,

        Desolate.

Now there are exceptions,

        The angel told me,

To every rule, so don’t,

        Bind me as a fool.

Oh man, work for coins,

        That moth nor rust nor thief can steal!

These coins of heaven,

        And hell are entirely real!

Heaven’s four coins are mentioned,

        In America’s Declaration of Independence,

Learn and earn them, oh humans,

        And with us angels and God on earth you shall dance!

Life, Liberty, Happiness,

        And Indwelling,

Is what God is always,

        Telling, selling.

Death, Slavery, Sadness,

        And Desolation,

Is what Satan imbues,

        In God’s creation.

What will you be buying?

        The angel asked me,

It had better be what,

        Sets man and God free!

Life, Liberty, Happiness,

        And Indwelling,

Is what God is always,

        Telling, selling.

Death, Slavery, Sadness,

        And Desolation,

Is what Satan imbues,

        In God’s creation.

What will you be buying?

        Twice the angel asked me,

It had better be what,

        Quick: sets man and God free!

Life, Liberty, Happiness,

        And Indwelling,

Is what God is always,

        Telling, selling.

Death, Slavery, Sadness,

        And Desolation,

Is what Satan imbues,

        In God’s creation.

What will you be buying?

        Thrice, the angel asked me,

It had better be what,

        Quick: sets man and God free!

God’s Angelic Robot Crawler

God’s Angelic Robot Crawler

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/01/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Man invented the internet,

        And man invented blogs,

But God created a crawler,

        That beats all the odds!

This crawling angel robot,

        Searches the internet for sites,

Which sell wares to pastors,

        Enhancing matrix antichrists.

God hates this matrix plenty,

        That confuses Christians,

With wiles sold by many,

        For indulgence-paid sins.

This crawling angel robot,

        Sniffs out bad blogs and books,

And discerns if the participants,

        Are deceived Christian crooks!

If so, then the robot,

        Dispatches one hundred eighty angels,

To destroy the wile-sellers’,

        Past, present and future: from all angles!

Beware, oh deceivers,

        Deceivers selling wiles,

To matrix-indulgence sellers,

        Behold: coming trials!

Mystic Tyrants Are What They Do!

Mystic Tyrants Are What They Do!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/03/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com