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.

Drilling the Well in the Garden

How To Dig a Well Good

 i am in her hairy garden digging well, i am deep in her now, and the water is sweet and clean enough to drink from, and i do just to make me want more of some Patsy, after pushing in the two inch rod in a real tight place that will take some loosing, after pulling and pushing in and out well i get the ground shaking and gnashing, gushing out gallons of sweetness out of Pasty Cline garden center that kept pouring out after the first push and pull of this 2" hard pipe. i could feel her coming down all over her high hills. after i had all the pipe in my wet hands, i saw her face filled with pleasure. After that, I had a pressure release and became weak-kneed and fell, nearly passing out. and being tired, i kept drinking the mist of her honey dew, which had that new garden taste that smelled like a garden of roses. i just could not stop pouring out mist and moisture like the Waters of Heaven flowing out nonstop, getting tighter. OH My God!

The House and Home Settling

A Working Husband is a Tired Ass
after long days work, he has a snack and then asked his wife to make him dinner, while making him dinner he will ask you to turn on the television so that he can ignore you all night long. and once he sees you doin nothing he will ask you what have done today and what did you do when he was working? He is your husband and a long-time working husband.

A Nagging Wife is a Bitch
your dear friends dare not say the things your nagging wife would, but that is the reason why they come over to live with her husband, and that's because they were already told what to do by thier nagging wives, but in rage, they seek out a quiet place to rest, but found another nagging wife instead.

Mother Earth in Creation

as i speak the spirit speaks within Me. and as i know who I Am. so shall you know, Who I am today. we are not a lineage but a begotten Island of each and every blood moon night and line. but what is not of our house but or of every human form of mankind. and we as the fifth day that was, is, and will be in the sixth day. the day that she was created from the waters of earth and had become who We are today, but for this season that had returned, and so it shall be Who Fallen has from Heaven shall help those on Earth and we will worship them as they will worship before for days in the stars have read our name at night and in their hearts for what is in US is all out from our spirit the spirit we call God who is the image of the father. if we cannot remember what i had spoken then We are neither history or written for tomorrow to come in such a way that we may all die in that timeline that did not believe in Us today or in God whose face has not be seen until today. for she was neither an idol of worship be of flesh so that man would believe in himself. she was not a son of man nor God the Son, but of themselves as an embodiment of Heaven and the luster of man's soul within this world to give or to destroy what was given to Us on earth so that We may procreate this earth and seed Her for eternity.

Hold Onto the Little Things That Mean More

Hold on to the Little Things That Mean More
those who hold on to the little things hold on to the biggest things that mean more to us, without holding on to many things that mean nothing at all to us in Heaven and on Earth, said Patsy Cline and her husband.