The Promise of Tomorrow's First that is Here

 The horn of God is her time to return to Roger's arms for tomorrow unto then no other will hurt thier marriage or kill either of them. 

The Daughters of Universe

They are from far above, from Albright, the ultraviolet colors of Darkness in the bright light of refraction, the reverse like the Heat will keep her Galaxy form and in her Skies there is a moon so large that it keeps the sky lit without his son it is warm and it stretches past the DMZ, the demilitarized zone. The following of a hero the calling of the same and the healing of the mother becomes the daughters of the universe that are called by their names they are their armor of God and and the broadsword of its right hand her armor is made white mesh that makes it hard to see at night and bright as the light in the morning she wears a girdle that stands for strength for the stars in our hand to be lifted and drawn beside the the rosie crucifix that breaks the tradition of Many Lands to be as one she has breastplate that had fallen from the horse of Hades and she is rebridled for the king that is written across your chest they hold the sacred utensils our eyes had never seen and now they sit across the table waiting to be used for what is written on the wall that's written all man's hearts for no man can fall beside her without being lifted in all eyes were struck not with fear but with thought it's her melt and risen from a base after a thunderstorm clashed with the rain okay abroad horse with broad eggs lightning streaks that covered the frank's with the deepest of grass as shown down as lightning strikes party each pass and out from Pluto Hades the basin goodness it's intent with the help man back up not amount but the spirit call me can she be called on the universe as the quickening of thunder in the shivering of a night Gray that we held on to all of its children before the night would be covered again she has one sister dressed in shed and before all the Rhinos had jumped over her she rode off into the east Asia defined her right and as quick as she could see sold her eyes were white as snow blinded as wisdom so she is also mute she did not speak at the table she did not speak at all but only when she needed someone would say it was a holy heavenly tone. She had risen from Karma itself this universe and Ransom is the crossbow that shot for the east in the West as the one was shot it's words to the chest the tree stood for 2,000 years until he was struck by lightning until it became a bride only the heaviest of rope to keep her thread to his side and if you would pull me from this tree then what would be on strong and released will pay my curse its due the curse of Roger the worst of curses, the brightest of the monring stars. The child conceived on Mother Earth that was giving birth to this new nation that held the 12th, 13th, and 14 colonies in succession to the 144 tribes called the Diné, the Holy Ones, that became a countermeasure of light and darkness that had saved the world before today from the fallen Angels on the earth at this time long ago.

Feeling and Momery

 for her times that were written across our hearts, and the foreheads of those who have love for each other. and share the same compounds of security. the House is her home. the representative of God's heart, and the memories of yesterday that shine upon us today. she is the reason that man can work on the fields of glory that carry on to the next one, light and feeling that shares this day together. 

The Birth of a False Prophet or Messiah

Lucille Ball had shared this with me, this sacred secret that reveals. The seeds of life are the days that have passed without life, and the germination of that seed involves the degradation of the life we hope to see. The seven months in the womb resemble the cycle of renewal within her, from one canal to the other, freshly swept clean. Shedding fertile seeds throughout this timeline, spanning seven months, will produce a hybrid seed lasting 36 days in excess blood, starting in the seventh month. About two weeks before September, after the separation of blood and lamb and the waters of Heaven are too thin, it will burst in the ninth month of June when she is ready to bring forth a new sun, a giant that cannot be contained within her womb after nine months. This will be the 36th Prophet, who will assist the last Prophet in completing their mission and prophecy. Every score and fifty-five years, the first four prophets will be hidden in a garden during the leap year that occurs after each generation receives their blessing on the Heavenly earth. The birth of the AntiChrist or Dajjal will emerge through a birth canal where four native children originate from four corners—NW, SW, SE, and NE—each representing a spiritual well will be born again: two in the west with clear waters symbolizing the future, and two in the east with dark waters representing the past, flowing from north to south.

The Seeds of God Destroyed the Seeds of Destruction

For her, there was nothing left to do. Her husband had died, and with his death, her days felt lost. Everything within her had turned to dust, even the Earth she had known, tainted by sin from her first love. She cried out to God, the one who had brought death. She called upon a debt that no man could fulfill, as the days passed, and no one could understand the grief that tore at her heart.

In one hour, the Lord opened a great crevice, a pool that would never dry. From the depths of this pool, there was shallow water resting upon sand capable of swallowing a planet and never giving it back. The day had been beaten and seized, and a constant light surrounded this anomaly as a warning to those who once lived but were now covered in dust and tears swollen shut from the day their husbands were taken from life. 

Those who were left were given ground that could not be assigned to the old nor taken from the new. Their days were marked by seeds of war, and they were innocent—truly blessed to carry the weight of the past. Not one person would be excused for fighting these seeds. We who have endured this day without honor are left in the wake of those who could have changed their actions but chose instead to mislead one another, hiding from the good faith offered to those cursed with life, while others found their own time either heavenly or burdensome.

Who are we today to fight against the seeds of tomorrow if they will not become anything different from what they are today? Why do we distrust these children who cannot be any different from us, but were given a ground for no change? Those who come in fire and fuel to create a new era for our sake are aware that what has been given cannot be forsaken or blessed by any day but our own.

If many parents had not become what they are today, this day could have resonated with a greater frequency than we experience now. We will plant this accomplishment through God’s spirit so that what was meant to emerge from the path of God’s blessings should come before the age of change. God will watch over those who are willing to fight the Seeds of Today; they are deemed unworthy to exist in a space 1,400 years before the time when our children will rise from the pool of tears and the shifting sands, granting light to those who do good, a light that will remain with the children of the seeds we fought for before they were even born.

Separated From the Waters (Earth)

 before the waters of this world were above every land, which could be filled as the dust of earth that had risen by night and fell today to this sea level, that all Children of God shall take their portion in reward to the Children of Heaven that had changed the Rivers of God's field to every country and field of thier nation that had one language, and one children (including the creaturtes) and began to work the earth without a yoke for the earth had shaken itself void and gather and swallowed the greatest of waters on this earth that seperated seven seas from seven languages that had spoken to every Kingdom, Empire, Nation and Island sperated under God's promise that seperated the waters under the firmmaments of God when the Windows of Heaven were open. after the waters were separated and dispersed to every living thing that had spoken the same language, that could be heard unto this earth through every living being that could be sacrificed and then eaten so that others could live again and never die within the blood of the lamb for a burnt offering and a blessing for all to see and eat thereof. for the stones of this earth will bury the dead and raise the bread of God, so that the earth may never die without land again.

The Spirit and Chosen Helper At Her Side

 When God returns, she becomes the first among those claiming authority, holding it through the oldest sister and their mother. She is the voice of the Holy Spirit; she is the first of the returning answers that encompass the entire range in Heaven, and who would not have Roger by her side. She has a hold on Me and I, to guide the days and evenings that are predicted as the time to complete a task that made Us miss them so much. You are daughters of men—that means you are God's daughters and the first protectors of your family, and the ones who will take care of the tree, just as I take care of the quarry stones that make our homes bigger than others' that only needed God's will. But We hold a quarter of Heaven; descending down upon Hearth as it will be from Heaven on Earth, rising out from the sons and daughters of men who hold onto the that rose upon her time, as if to send one without knowing who she was until the truth had tipped the scales of time, bringing the line of truth together within Heaven and from within Hearth. The seas gave up their dead to remember the times that sent their love from the evening of our beginning and return.

The First Thorn of a Rose

 The youngest of her sons rose out of the earth like a thorn from his mother's side. As a mother, we found that many men loved your mother like a brother, and they are asking you for a task—seeking your protection. Can you become that thorn at her side and stay there, even if she is pulled away from the bush?

Give Your Daughters Hand Unto God

between two places, there was a woman who kept both clean. She was known perhaps as a maid or a wife, but in between, she was a Mother and a culture. The firstborn place was where she was born and married into her family, and as the second place was born, she was giving back into her family. let our oldest daughters be the first marriage, and let our second daughters or the last become the first as well. and those who are not as well-versed or knowledgeable of God, let them understand that these words are rightly to be their guide.

The Second We Were Born

from whence did she come? was it through creation, or was it through giving birth from whence we were born, from when we were revealed to whom we will be, or to whom we are among? are we not one in time, spirit, and body? for who is the last in the first, aren't they the same? the first being the last born? is not the firstborn within herself, and We (Sons) are the secondborn first.