I don’t know if this will have any meaning to you now, but it was put on me by the Holy Spirit to write this to you and send it now. There is an answer you’re seeking or will seek soon for yourselves or someone in your circle and the Spirit says it will be found in the Gospel of John Chapters 13-17. The Spirit put on me that this was Yeshuas’ treatise on Truth and that ‘we’ are not “One” unless ‘we’ are in truth. He put on me that your platform is blessed because of its love and foundation in truth. He put on me a parable for you of a hungry and Godly man sitting next to a pond full of fish praying for food. When I prayed for its meaning it came that: The man was a Godly man of good intent and not lazy, so loving of God and practiced in prayer that he turned to God for an intervention in his hunger, like a knee jerk reaction, instead of simply being with him while he fished. Further, that the fish were truth and the fulfillment of the man’s hunger. Further, that God reveals the truth and makes it available always even before we ask for understanding because he loves us so. Lastly, that ‘true nourishment’ and ‘satiation’ or fulfillment can only come through Truth and it is when we partake of and only accept Truth in our lives that we can become ‘One’ with God, Christ, The Holy Spirit, and each other. Fish in a pond are not a perception that may or may not be depending on how you look at it, they are a truth. May this find you both living in the Light of God’s Grace. Your friend and ‘One’ in Christ with you,

What am I my Lord? A prayer to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ Remove me from myself and place Your Sacred Heart inside my chest… So I go willingly where You send me And I come willingly when You call me So I have only what You give And I lose only what You take So I render only that which comes from You And I gather only that which comes from You So I know only what You teach And I am ignorant of that You do not teach So I am unbound by that You loosed me from And I am bound by that You bind me too So I love the things You Love And I hate the things you hate So I am only what You inspire And I am what came from you So I am Yours and Yours alone And may be pleasing in Your eyes

Men have fallen to far from the site of God to bear his mercy any longer. Yes, they must suffer his anger toward them. They knew not his name when they profited against him. They called his name is vain prayer in the wake of the evil they did. Now comes’ his recompense. Do not flee or run or hide, there is no escape and you will be seen by those you have harmed in his name. They the righteous shall know I am their God, for they were not vain when you stole from them that which I had given. They lived as commanded by the Word, The Word that was with Me and was Me from the beginning. When made to suffer by your taking, they prepared to give more because that was what they saw in the Word and they were true to He who is Truth and They Both who are Me. Now hear thunder and roars of lions as would shatter the bonds of existence itself. It comes unchained and ravenous for the Listed against God. It seeks the recompense of the Lord most high and it will have it. Have not mercy and faithfulness, have not loving kindness been shown in the endless days I have waited for your repentance? Did you not see the man stoned in the days of Moses that gathered sticks on the Sabbath? Have I not even waited long for you to return my Sabbath back to me from the stolen day appointed by the darkness of man? Come to me now in prayer for healing. Fall with your face to the ground in your seeking, for you are not greater than the Lamb you slaughtered for the fulfillment of grace. Do this not and find me not. Find me not and know you not. Know you not and you must perish. The hour is here. The hour is now. The hour is mine. Here is proof that I am: On the day that follows the slivered circle that is the beginning of a time, a great sign, undeniable, will call loudly from heaven. You will know it by its calling. You will fear it as if it was me, but it will not be me. It will be the son of perditions doings and those who follow him. Blinding redness, acid rain, death on the bow. High winds and torment for the unsuspecting. A beginning. A washing of land from the sea and a falling of mountains. Souls and flesh will be washed left and to the right as the great separation commences. Hatred will know love but remain in its place. Love will know hate but turn from it and be forever mine. The days will not be short in the near coming afterward and few who have not been moved to their rightful homes will be left to become residents in the here or there by their doings. My commandments were numbered as the digits on your hands and yet you could not count them? Hell has found you who have found his God asking too much.

In My time and in time before time, Time was mine to give and to take. Are the winds of alima monta solaran usu mata (Solaran-“Sun” center of solar system {“practice formed the basis”-latin} monta-“what something amounts to” -spanish)(worshiping the sun what formed the basis for what the world has amounted to)? … Cause and effect are of a mans mind. Need I cause for to bring effect? Does my effect need cause? Need I the understanding of that which I create? Does the pot contemplate the Potter to the exactness of His hand... or hold His wine and water? Spun clay rises and falls, ebbs and flows, becomes and desires its own completion while the Potter sees the completion by the expression of his mind as it serves all… Potter, pot, and others. How does the lord of the house serve his company but by pouring from the same vessel for them as he does for himself? Does one vessel quench thirst differently when it pours the same wine and water? I am Kind and Merciful and fill only with what is good. I keep what is in my vessels from spoiling while they are mine. But should an enemy of my house poison my kept wine and water or steal away with them for his own undertakings, then will I not serve that wine and water to any company I keep, nor will I take it back into my home if recovered without first cleaning and disinfecting it thoroughly to receive My goodness and nourishment. Low the pot that is indifferent with its content and cares not what is poured from it, for what is it to him when he is pot that remains a pot aside from what he carries and is poured out from him. In arrogance he accuses the Potter of not caring for he did not become a Pot made of Gold for having carried the Potters Grace nor did he become brittle and flake upon the theft of his being. He declares he is but a pot and nothing more or less by how he is used. In Truth I say to you what pot has purpose that poisons all it serves and finds itself unfilled for lack of need? Is not a pot filled different than the pot unfilled? Who will its master serve when all are dead from its poisoning? And what should that master do but mock it eternally for its emptiness and gathering of dust. Yay it is still a pot as it made accusation thereof its Potter. Indeed the pot, recovered or held, that nourishes the Potters company will have eternal purpose for that company shall flourish by its content, and that pot will be well cared for and polished in oils and repaired when chipped by the Potter who’s hand knows its every tissue. Verily I say no pot tarnished or taken will not be sought after by its maker and made whole again for it is his property. But should that pot make accusation let it hold fast to the making of its own place aside from the Potters house and shelf. A purposeless desolate place where the abomination of death was created from the content that was of the thief that filled it with poison. “Day Nah Nih Now” Loud Clear womans voice through my window like she was 5 feet away when this was finished; 10 stories up. “Now day shattered” Nih- latin “noah will let know “ - hebrew