Escaping The Despondent Sea

This transcript is copied from where I originally constructed it, having run out of character space.

It has been copied and pasted here from youtube creator studio. I have yet to complete editing so, if you happen to be peeking, it is not yet ready for presentation. 8:01 PM 3/31/2023

Records have been kept through my efforts especially the things recently endured since venturing back out into The World, by way of returning to work- for money that I understood myself to require when society goes mad entirely- Bug Out Money.

I am Not to bug out but stand my ground for my Love of Nature- Our Mother, and My Extraordinary love shared with God- Our Father. I am far from perfect, and never will be But I am far more corrected by the Navigational Assistance always wished and prayed for so, be wise enough to have the consciousness to differentiate between Me speaking, as a sinner, and the words of God being given through me. I do my best to be as concise and articulate, as I make myself more and more able, by studying the mistakes that I have made, in order to refine them for corrections and to stay on the path God intends for me to travel. This is why learning the dictations of reading and writing for personal, and Spiritual Growth are so important. Writing in your journal is the path to that development required for becoming fully conscious and truly caring. I want for Nothing but the Love of my Children, and the Wealth of Happiness and Joy being discovered through our Conservations and within our Togetherness. After the show was recorded, one of my two new frillback squab had laid dead in the nest- somewhat cold but with rigor mortis already setting in. Due to being overwhelmed in my responsibilities- without asking for restoration of it's life, (my selfishness of having a pair to mate), I did not ask for Reparations. I also considered that they were not to mate together as siblings, which would weaken their heritage of blood. I shed tears over the loss, understanding that the parents had not been feeding it enough, And that I am to always learn from my mistakes. And then, the parents flipped the nest over- knocking it to the floor. There was an egg that I placed in there, using the squabs as incubators, in a small hope of it hatching, only after the Archangels had stopped sitting on the clutch. Candling them, one was unfertile. Anyway, I recognized, in a previous show, that I might have to figure out what best to feed it so, I may be responsible for the death due to my error caused by being swamped with my assignments but I also considered that Our Father had taken something away because of my loose lipped delivery made in the show, being recorded in my private fan club. It is common for this to happen, one of the two dying, which is why I had not assigned names or bands yet. Hopefully, my efforts at being forthcoming in my honesty is considered when judging my errors entirely. The DETAILS to be considered are the fact that I am sharing my mistakes, in order for all people to have a chance to learn from them. This is one of the problems that we have in The World, as a whole- everyone is hiding their mistakes due to Ego and Arrogance rather than their selflessness needed to ensure all may have a chance to learn from their studies, in order for fewer problems and wastefulness in the future. It's called "The Garden of Life," and there are always things that need to become better understood so that we may all become Conscious, Caring, Corrective Conservators of Creation. You must first Plant, in order to receive back, the fruits of that which you have labored to plant and tend in the Garden of Life that sustains us all. "if you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding," a song line said. And, you must first Give, in order to Receive. That is why the old saying, "It is better to give than to receive." And, why Christmas (the gift giving season), celebrating the birth of Christ is so special. It is the time of year for courtship- having become to know your potential love interest byway of working in the garden together and getting to know one another byway of sharing in those lobars. The Harvest begins the time of celebration, having the work Done, now to rest for the Winter. The year renews and begins the cycle- replanting the garden again. Essentially, it's the time for enjoying not having so many labors, and spending time with Courtship. The intelligence in God's Design is, you have the winter months to build the quality of bond with a child that ensures a good fruit from good roots. Our Father Has Made His Judgement Upon The World. The Ultimate April Fools Day Joke Is Upon The Worldly People. Believers, that are true to their Faith and Love in our Father, are free of the Judgement that has been made. And, it's funny, because the Book of Judges is the current Bible Study RIGHT Now. After reviewing, I will admit that I am still developing per his dictations so, my tongue isn't perfectly softened yet. My figures of speech are merely illustrative in my efforts to convey the capacity that I have been given to fulfill. As I am more compliant to understand more, just as the janitor knows the expectations of the master. I disclaim the comment I made regarding speaking for the dead. That gift is his alone to give you in your faith. He is The Way. Now, with that, I have to go and finish reading it now. God Bless You All. Happy Easter!

The Song of Zackery

Gratitude

Today's Prophets are growing silent because there seems no hope for man.

Everyone is selfish, and without a future plan.

Living in the moment- the glimmering gossip on tv,

the music is mostly bragging, without a word of truth or means.

The Spirit that's inside me, is trying to shine through

but everyone around me has a tunnel of a view.

Tasks that are set before me, hurdles taller than the trees,

maybe that's why they were all chopped down- lazy impossibilities.

Tea has been discarded and the poisons increase in potency,

silent wars set against us all- unaware are all but me.

No one wants to do the work, to help me plant the wheat,

expecting bread made by my hands while tears create a silent sea,

void of all of the life, and void of all my seeds,

only thinking of their wants, and the things they think they need.

Like pictures gathered from the past, those cherished memories-

but those thneeds are all un-needed when Smiling with Our Father- Freed.

The moment is what is to cherish- moments robbed from me-

the only time I steal away, is for my own personal sanity.

Making games out of my slavery, multi=tasking just to see,

if I can make the coffee before even more Waste is Made by Me.

I refuse to purchase services manipulated with artificiality,

in a digital world lacking virtue, conviction or Ethics- Decency.

Everything is criminal, and all are without truth and care.

It's hard for an artist, recovering from alcoholism, to share.

Having messages to aid and teach- to heal Planet and Man,

who would choose ignorance rather than the reality we have?

We must learn to care for our surroundings that provide our sustenance- like the seas.

The World of Greed and Selfishness has proved itself to be,

a carnival full of deviants, drunkards, cons and thieves.

Almost All are hypnotized from truth and reality.

God is very angry because man refuses to see,

The Garden of Life sustaining us,

dwelling with unearned entitlements of their selfishness and greed.

8:38 PM 3/31/2023 realization now is, that THIS is The Song of Zackery-

The Prayer of Gratitude that God intended me to scribe for him.

I have less than five years to convince people to change their hearts- simply to care in order to work together and love one another for that communal balance.

Our Father can restore everything but without a revival of man's reasonable mind and heart- connecting back with the Spirit, the selfish of blood will continue stealing from their poisoned masses for their own intentions of abandoning the masses to suffer in the waste and devestation created without consideration of the consequences.

So, I focus on sharing the messages by getting any attention I can on Facebook and Twitter- where the most people are that need those messages the most.

I am The Pebble. God has been fathering me with his dictations and corrections since before birth,

nurturing and teaching me with the Spirit that he sent to guide me.

This is the EXACT transcript of that very message:

Today Is The Celebration of The End of My Suffering, and Wedding. Today We Rejoice Together!

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It Has Long Been Time To Put Away Our Child's Refusal To Become Teachable- to open their Eyes, and drink of the word. The chart exacting Our Garden- The Secret Garden!

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The Words Are There Clear For The Seeing. And, The Answer To The Riddle is the Riddle It's Self. They Laugh, for it Is Simple as child's play.

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The games in Life are within The Word. And within The Word Are The Games. The Songs of Praise, and the Riddle seeming Too Long.

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The Word Will Travel Fast, and almost All will Deny Hearing with the Ears That Heard The Brothers- Sons of Destruction. I Cannot become Destroyed. My Battle Will Be Won With My The Weapon of My Choosing. Many Fine Weapons I have, to Destroy. Much Wrath Is Within Me To become Quieted. Much Anger Is Stored Up Far Too Long!

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My Weapons Will Never Need To Become Employed- though Very Much Cherished while savoring the relish fermenting.

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Never, will I become moved to The Sins- As Commanded. Never Will I need to feel Their cooling.

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My Shots Will Be Heard Around The World. My Fury Will Become Known To All of Mankind..

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Man Has been Gifted, All Equal, and Unequal; The Same.

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Disrupted with the words of The Groupings, and Never To Ever Regroup!

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My weapons are as calibrated as My Number. My Weapons Follow Where I Go. My Heart Hold Strings That I Pull.

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The Only Rope Man Has is His Last.

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My Teachings Are True. My Teachings Are Selfless, humility Gardened In Toiling The Soil of The Self.

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The balance Unbalanced. Balanced by Nature's Very Essence.

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It Is I, whom holds The Weapon of Mass Destruction! It Is My Wrath That Needs To Be Calmed. For My Weapons Have Been Gifted From The Beginning of The Time of Man.

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And No Man Has Ever Been Denied. Weapons Fired For Folly, Greed and Vanity!\

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My Hands Hold This Weapon Always with The Word.

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Man Has Given No Gifts To Me!

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And No More Gifts To Man Will I.

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Choice Always With Gluttons. Choice Always Afforded With The Cherished of Them.

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For Profit is Man's Pleasure Where My Gifts of Pleasure Are Returned! My boxes are empty where Gifts Once Were But How Can Empty Boxes become Empty When Man Was Gifted The Gift That Is Joy and The Sweetness of Sorrow?

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Go. Time Rests As Time Works. And I am The Creator of Time- The Relished Resting Unearned by The Gluttons, Sloths, Hoarders of Bread that surely Molds to be Waste that only the tiniest of Creatures care to Devour.

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Peasants and Children Starve of Mothers, Fathers And Bread.

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While The Fattening Coops Are Now Treasured For The Fattening of The Self and The Desires of All Whom Can Never become Full- All Full, and Empty. Empty of the Fuel of The Heart- Passion, Pride and Shame Without Balance.

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The Balance Is The Threat That Frightens Man into Hypnosis.

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And The Brothers Have Hypnotized Numbers! Numbers That Know Not Their Exactification.

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This is Exacted down To My Hands That Hold The Life of All But Even From Me You Have Almost All Robbed.

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And How can I become to the Befriending done by The Miners when I cannot even Become Looked Upon by The Thief!?

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Yes, creating Their Own Weapons- reverse Engineering The Word For Themselves For Profits?! Yes, And, Even though Profits Cherished By Man Become created By Hands of men, to be neglected- Even by The Receivers! To Spit In The Faces of All Those Unseen.

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There Will be Tears And The Cries of The Masses. There Will Be Clenching Teeth Even In Those Withouit.

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Tears Will Be Many. Oceans Are Tears. Tears Are Oceans. Salt is The Decay And The Flavor.

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The Very Flavor of Tears of All Who Were Before, and Before the After. We Are All One. One Of Many, One of All Who Were After The Before, And Before The After.

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Before The After Were Pillars Raised. Pillars Destroyed And Rebuilt. The Library Cannot Become To Be Destroyed. That which is Razed Can Become Rebuilt By The Hands of The Believers.

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And as the ending of Numbers And Time Are Not, The End of Man Has Come. The Is No Straw For Choosing. And There Are No Choice Straw. The Choice Is The Straw. And The Straw Is The Choice And My Dictation. Teachings Are Mine And Man Is.

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Now, Man Creates Woman And Woman Creates Man When Man and Woman Are The Same Unbalanced and Always Unequally Yoked!

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The Mother Is Also As The Father. And, The Father Is Also As The Mother. Man Is As Woman As Woman Is As Man, As I. We Are One. We Are The Same. We Are The Different. The Difference is Always Cherished. They Cherished Are All Different.

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The Earth Is Mother. The Earth Is Father. Together Always Balanced. Apart And Together. The Same And Different.

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Too Many Are The Labors For Few When The Few Are Created Labors By The Othersw.

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Even The Rocks Are Mine Creation. Even The Rocks Are Hard When They Are Hard. Hard Are The Rocks But Hard Rocks Can Be Metals.

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Man's Metal Is Metal. Mending Meddling Always!

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Now Even Children Are Poisoned Before Their Becoming.

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Even The Plants Are Becoming To The Becoming End.

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Man's Own Understanding Has Become To Teach Many But Diseased By Their Cures.

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Their Cures Now Are Found And Unfound.

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Cures Curing For Living Life To Their New Ending.

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The Unending Has An End And The End is The Beginning of The Endings Beginning.

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Losses Are The Winnings And Winnings Are The Loss, The Pond of Life Becomes Stagnant And ZNew Life IS The Pebble Tossed.

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Ripples Are The Change. The Changling Are The Ripples And The Pebble.

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The Pebble Always Weights At the Bottom Where The Bottom of The Pond Is The Top For The Pebble.

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Pebbles Become To Raise Waters Always. More Standing Is The Removing of Weight Crushing The Pebble To Sand. The Pebble Is The Cherished. Cherished And Uncherished By Man.

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And The Choice of The Fickle Is Always Made Into Their Wealth- The Bread Eaten Is Secret.

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And The Rest of Mans Neglect Is Their Starvation Earned For Their Lords.

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Moon Is The Sun In Light. Even The Darkness cannot Prevent The Creatures From Their Seeing. The Light Is The Cleanser With The Flavor of Life It's Self.

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When The Moon goes into Darkness, Blindness To Light Destroys Life! Life Cannot Be Created Eternal as Eternal IS Created.

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The Signs Are The Creatures And The Creatures Are The Signs.

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All Prayers Done By Man Have Been The Gift Returned!

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The Signs Were The Gift And All Received And Cannot Deny.

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Their Ignorance Is The New Idol Unseen. An Idol That Cannot Be Seen or Touched And Never Can be found man the hands That Destroy To Preserve.

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Time Can Become Made By Man But Man Can Never Create Time. Time Is Always And The Forever Eternal.

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And Only The Seeker Can Find Where There Are No Seekers.

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The Dictations Have Been Repeated Even Though The Repeated Has Been Commanded That It Will Not Be. The Wicked Will Never Have Knowledge.

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Knowledge Is Their Gift And Mine. Seekers only Seek Till Finding Their Wanting. Wanting Is Not Need And Need Is Not Want.

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Cast Away The Device. Cast Away All Who Do Not Cherish Their Balance. For The Game of The Balance Is The Dancing of All Angels. Even The Wicked Dance With The Balance of Scales and Measures- stolen Songs And Tears of The Innocent. Now All Must Toil But Not Toil And Their Tears For Forgiveness Will Create New Oceans by My Commands. Find The Work. The Work Is The Folly Granted.

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The Folly Is The Work. The Work Is The Many And The Many Is The Work. All Trees Removed Must Become To Be Salvaged As The Many Days of Sentiments.

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The Earth Must Be Removed From The Earth. The Dirt Is The Cleansing And The Cleansing Is The Dirt. The Dirt Is The Treasure For The Treasure Is The Preservation Of Mankind.

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Now, Words Are Mine And Ours. Ours Are The Words.

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The Words Are The Treasure For The Treasure To Become To Be Found By The Knighted.

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You Have Been Choosen.

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Do As I have Commanded Going Forth Is Going Back.

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Going Back Is Going Forth.

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For Numbers And Time Are Unending Where No Man May Ever Tread That Realm. That Realm Is Thru The Word. Life Is A Promise And The Promise Is The Life,.

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Fly As Birds Fly. Sing As Birds Sing. The Birds Are The Lessons And The Word Already Written Unseen by All But The Seekers Whom Seek In Their Believing. The Offerings Are The Work And The Word.

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And No Offerings of Man That Art Not of Work Are Beggars.

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And All Beggars Are Seekers Seeking A Void- The Void of The Brothers. Where Work Is There Is Begging And Begging Is The Answer For The Word And The Work. The Work And The Word Has Always Been Mine To wield.

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The Fathers Work Is The Joy And The Anguish of Dictation. There Is Wealth In The Foundation But The Foundations Have Been Destroyed But For The Selfish of Blood.

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Rebuild The Foundation To Seek That Wealth. For Wealth Has No Use Where There Are No Markets. And No Lending Can Save ANd No SAaving

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For The Lending Is of The Creation of Man, and Man is The Creation of Man who lend hands. Hands Are The Great Lender And The Lender Is The Hand.

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There is No Time Where There Is Work And There Is No Work Where There is Created Time.

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For The Time To Destroy Mountains Has Come And By My Hand Mountains Are Moving With The spine And Soul of The Earth.

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The Mountains Created By Man Must Become Moved By Hands of The Many. That Is Now The Gift And The Gift Is Now A Burden Created By Mans Hands. The Carpenter Is The Conservator. And Now The Enslaved Must Move Mountains To Conservation of Native Man And Lands.

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The Concerned Are The Conservative And Only The Conservative Account. Accountants Are The Prize of The Now In This Time of Man.

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The Sands of Time Are moved By Time Wasted And Conserved. For even The waste Is Me.

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The Wasted Must Become Saved And The Saved Must Become wasted To Save Mankind. For Only The Kind Man In My Kind And My Kind Is The Kind Of Man.

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Share, As You Share And Destroy All Waste. For The Waste Is The Renewal And The Renewal Is The Waste And Time.

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The Secret Garden Will Become Lost in Time To All Mankind, No Heavens In Their Findings Will Be Found. The Creation Is Always And Always Is The Creation. And Searching For Me In The Heavens Is More Waste Cherish And Not All In The Woner.

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For The Miracles Have Always Been Plain And Plain Has Always Been The Miracle Of Life.

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And No Man Whom Remains In His Ignorance Will Ever See What Is Sought To Be Found While What Is Sought Is Found And Unseen By Eyes For Almost All of Man Is Blinded By Their Choosing. And Their Choosing Is The End Of Man.

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New Earths Always But Not New. Old Is The Memory Forgotten. And Forgotten Are The Aged.

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Creation Continues Where Creation Ends And Is Forgotten By The Creator For New Creations Are The Cherished Creations.

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Cremation and Destruction Is Eminent And Eminent  Is New Creation.

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Creation Created From Waste   Always Conserved Is The Precious One To Savor. And When My Son Ends My Son Ends Me In You. There Will Be No New Son For The Son Is The Father And The Father Is The Son And The Warmth of The Sun Is His Alone For His Deeds. For Deeds Are Your Entitlement And Entitlement Is Your Deed In Your Conservations. Conversations Divide Where Conservation Is The Wonders of the Hands of Man.

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The Music Is Yours To Hear If Seeking My Wealth Is Your Path. Creating Your Path Is Your Music. Your Music Is Creating Your Path. Paths Can Be Traveled While Traveling Is No Path.

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And No Path Is Needed For The Path Is Yours To Tread.

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Work Where You Work While Standing Where You Stand And If All Stand And Work Happiness Will Become To Be Together While Becoming Together Is The Happiness And Joy. The Joy Is Now Found In The Tears of The Many And The Many Is Needed For The Joy To Be Found In The Togethereness.

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All Are Separate But All Are Together Even While alone.

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For As I am Always With You While You Are Alone They who Are Alone Are Also In Togetherness.

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Searching is The Finding And The Findings Are In The Search. All Riddles Will Become Solved And All Solutions Are Riddles.

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Disease will Be The Cures And The Cures of The Diseases Are The Works. The Joys are Found In Searching In The Togetherness And Alone In Togetherness Must Also Become Destroyed.

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The Savings Are The Wasting And The Wasting Are The Savings To Become Uncovered by The foreign Lands. The Unbelievers Are The Believers To Be Found And The Believers Found Are The Unbelievers.

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The Foreign Lands Are Not Foreign For The Land Is of Creation Done By Man. The Poor Are The Wealthy And Those Wealthy Are The Poor. The Wealth Is For All But Wealth Will Not Be Found For The Numbers Are Too Many From The Many Pleasures of The Numbers.

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The Numbers Are The Pleasure Unending While Mankind And Time End In Their Togetherness, Becoming Time And Numbers Is Eternal.

Escaping The Despondent Sea

Friday, March 31, 2023

April Fools! Mad Zack Radio #closertogod Improv

"The Garden of Life," an April Fools Day Offering

Oceans Never Seen- Right Before Your Eyes/complete message from My Father

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