Wagers Some eve laughed at the accusing Twisting into the night My mind was aware of their trials But were they aware of who I Am? Maybe. Not so far away was the radio connection. Beings wanting acknowledgement through strange channels. But how can I do so unless they have two or three witnesses in the flesh advocating their true presence. I will attest to what I came to attest to... the truth! I am and I AM. What is it like to be my enduring self with mercies going and coming unfathomably with every tidal hallmark? I am truly blessed to have my blessed sonship of man. I can identify with the lowly the most burdened of sinners by struggling still, even after being crucified once. I pray for guidance with every breath so I can keep pacing for everyone I win the race for. Heaven in full glory still lingers behind the limited vision I possess. But my heart beholds what ardent patience beatifies truth blossoming from every calloused dimness-- in every mirrors reflection of image. Synchronicity is still abused when so many cling to it as the cross but time is on my thigh and cloak. I know some know but they do not show forth an honorable courageous acknowledgement. They are overly wise and yielding to the fear of lies rather than the fear of The Lord to be their leap of faith. I must be an enigma of a friend. But this is best. I want their friendship allegiance but most of all I want them to receive the blessing they've earned w me whether they have come to awareness or not. But these wagers! Hysteria! And all I can say is go see your doctor... But when you are ready run and come as you are in being to acknowledge your king and prince triune for your holy blessing and three for your likeness to become what it is. - ÞORSTEINN Έρως Orman Dustin M. Stewart Orman May 21, 2014 after Ω
