What’s the wind saying? To the four corners of the earth I blow now, my word being revealed, a Christship of one. Who has my word. Who hears my word. Who is my word, made flesh? Flesh in the word of me? Me in the word of flesh? Who is my word, who will it be? All who will be my word will arise now, from the pews, the benches where they’ve been pressed out of me, me out of them as they have been there day after day, year after year hearing testimony to the goodness of man; but yea, I am more than that, more than goodness revealed I am now now’d, by the ones who will be me carry me to the ends of the earth and much farther. My word floats thee not but frees the lover of me, the lovers of me, to be me. My word flesh incarcerated no more. Out in the open Christs arise multiple and plural, mighty and nonexistent not, anymore. It’s a new day clean clear through you see me as I am in your mirror, all who will be cleaned by me or reformatted by me or originated by me now will be the mind of. Glory hallelujah I am one. All one. All ones one’d! Yay!!!
November 18, 2020