Tropical Death

Why do strangers want to poison

 

us, seems to me and God, in some intuitive way that i must destroy these men i have never trusted, for they only see my child side right now:  they only see our crooked teeth, a stigmatic looking left eye, when i'm on a bendr, and hear my naive voice of unsureity;  The only reason i sound unsure iz because i'm constantly listening to God, and when i have a question to myself, sometimes it is like a three way conversation in my mind, trying to be polite in one manner, never-ending conversation from Him, meanwhile i'm really trying to listen to the person, God, myself, Mother nature, & the Greek patheon.
                      You see, it is hidden deep within the bible, but i am learning the demensions of the moving temple, that comes with us like a Rolling Stonesetter Pilot:  It is knowing Theophany, having epiphany in our presence, and sometimes i constantly supplicate to myself, to apply Heavenly pressure from above; or if mood requires the presence of the fallen angel, satan, that you peoples are written to serve in this world until the coming of Christ.  And right now, i have Christ in the closet, i deny pretty much all of your white versions of jesus in the the over translated bibles you zealots carry around preaching, but are really lost in interpretation.
                       Meanwhile i have God leading me to pages on what He has to say.  So this is what the Spirit showed and repeated as i read: "The scribes, the Pharisees, and Gentiles sit in Moses' seat.
"Therefore whatever they tell you to observe, that only observe and do, but do not according to their works; for they say, and do not do. For they bind heavy burdens, hard to bear, and lay them on men's shoulders; but they themselves will not move them with one of their fingers.  But all their works they do to be seen by all.  They make their phylacteries broad and enlarge the borders of their garments.  Woes will go out to you, scribes, Pharisees, and Gentiles!  For you travel land and sea to win one Proselyte, and when he is won, you make him twice as much a son of hell as yourselves."  Matthew 23.
                       Echo in repetition, all the personalities i have to conjure to deal socially with you misfits.  while patiently growing chirst in my insides; hoping eventually that personality will be the one i shall adorn, scared of the real-time demensia as the stronger personality pushes another into my subconscious, losing some memories of each as they come and go. who cares about all that let's just remember God is on my side, i am against all of you, cuz some are evil and hide within the cloth or book, or words---and Christ is only a child now and this world will just take advantage or poison Him. 
              So as He grows within, you shall suffer Tribulations once again.  A Mighty work is at hand!
And none of you can kill what you did not create; and as i suppress the Christ in the personality section, the unending presence of God effects those around me.  Some can hear as to what i am thinking when within the moving temple.  Some can hear God and my questions or supplications to Him.  The feeling is so incredible in public, overwhelming, over bearing to some, and i have only ran into one of you people who even dared to speak as to the Heavenly things He felt.  Then only one looked directly to me and interrupted my personal thoughts to God, and said, 'They are Dead.', referring to the ones who cannot hear within the temple.
   Woes, then one more woe, before we level up.