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May the LORD pardon me - a man of much who saw a sadness. That of much realization which is my peace. For I no longer can sense him.

I sought in him, but I was not ready. Nor shall I be. But he shows me beyond a vision in stories of old and new. Blind my dream.

Perhaps for my sanity.... Understanding reality anew. He receives me. And I live life to the fullest.

In the darkness of my sleep... In a land of consciousness.... I stood on a bridge of cobblestone. Under it, a sea and bridge of ever-flowing water. There was no blood, nor war within. Spring eternal - heavenly bliss. In the distance a void or abyss... Elsewhere there was more than this. Glaring up, I saw the heavens, blue sky of sea and domains total. Kingdoms of earth rejected for temptation. Knowing the condition of man at arms.... The LORD's home is not built by hands but heart. A blinding light sent me here. Then shadowing casts engulfed my surroundings sending me to Shiloh or unknown in the mind. How could I tell what was such a dark cavern? Nor could I express to them without disbelief. If mankind expressed their true thought.... Indulgent I but a councilor to the wise and simple. Spiritual Hell in mind is different from physical. Fortune be for I not to be dead yet live. Every being has their imagery of fear. Mankind longs for an ending. I desire beginning and healing change. Though this was unique beautiful and deceptive.

Was not fire cast upon curse or life remain with vain blessing, trial and lack? It was not eternal hell but cold and lonely. Six flames representation light the dungeon's way. The seventh seal a structure of a door. Unknown writing, or runes. It was discovered. An ancient manuscript but known its language to man. A barrier or gate of ruin. I took a pause but could not decipher the origin.

Then behold! A figure appears before me. Th face shown that of an ancient ancestor. Like the Shroud of Turin. Is unseen of Jesus of Nazareth or rather first but in art. Brown hair and eyes and Mideastern facial complex. Scar-ed by Byzantine blood, Jewish, or ancient decent. He looked upon me with sadness and turned away.

Was I wrong about Jesus? Indeed, I was in mankind's vision. Not my own though others revile suffering truths. Life will lead us to GOD...
As much as mankind's heart seek. Void not the truth of ones' witness to the principal basis. Whom is of total of all truth and compassionate; not to impose. But understand uncorrupted by expression. Not one as the author, being or mankind.

Though I am not GOD, nor the Devil, but I am a man. The LORD as I saw persecution voluntary and observant. Compassion and action speak louder than vain words. Of entity and the man so.... of GOD all be. Piece of soul, mind, body, and life. Be content in reason. Of them that taught me besides the self.... Both wicked and the goodness of wisdom, one passing.

Those of old evidence supported the new. Belief of unknown Christendom not erased, OUR GOD. Though the dream quit at the door within bounds.

Before GOD who is righteous a proclaimer or judge? As the olden is hidden, so the new refines. GOD is with us. Immanuel to our Elohim and El-Shaddai. You are the whole and the host, the vitality of all - Healing wings as swift as gale wind and fire.

Only you can heal my depressive state and sicknesses giving us a change to love rightly and grow strong. Despite my expressions genuine hope keeps sanity within.