#encounterwiththeword

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I often ask our Father, WHAT am I?

When I became aware of the Christ in me, my understanding of self changed completely.

“Beyond human” is an expressive poem about the new man, the Christ.

Background music from Peter Sandberg, “Amber”

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Oooh, I have really enjoyed working on this poem.

It’s about an encounter I had a couple of weeks ago in the pit of the torment, people call “hell”.

I was in the office one day and I saw zombies entering the room, with chains and other heavy metals attached to them. They were making a loud sound.

I followed them and I found myself in “hell”.

It was a place where all creatures live in toil.

In one dimension I saw the every day people walking on the street and in the mirror dimension , I saw them toiling.

They were tormented by the cravings that ruled their life. Nothing was enough for them. They lived in thirst of something that can fill their emptiness.

In the scorched environment of their mind, they longed for the water that can bring them peace.

I poured water over them, and for a moment, they felt fulfilled. The next second, their consciousness went back to NEED.

I decided to teach them about TIME, and how they can multiply the seconds, to keep the feeling of freshness, peace and hope.

When I poured the water over them again, they kept that fullness of the moment within, and started to feel re-invigorating.

As they listened to my voice, the scenery around us changed, like pictures on a moving train.

I wanted to show them where this water came from, I wanted to show them Yahweh.

But their light was dim and in their minds, they could not pass the heaven’s veil.

They thought they were not enough to go through the gates of the most holy place.

I called my Father to send Himself in a shape of a presence , because my followers were accustomed with a presence now.

Yeshua came through the gates of their consciousness and opened Himself up to be their resting place.

Some saw Him as a terrifying God, with a loud voice, thunder and lightning; so they ran back to the same toiling life in the pit.

Others, they remained within the water fountain without end, where their thirst was long forgotten.

As they rested, the veils of their minds shifted and instead of seeing Yeshua , they saw themselves seated in the Father.

I know of “hell” and I know of “heaven” and I also know some people think it’s black and white.

In the creation of the video, I wanted to express the annoying sound of clanging and banging and the light and darkness of simple minds.

I wanted to draw attention that what we think is hell, it’s not quite right.

In this place of toil, living and dead live in toil.

Our responsibility is not to judge what we don’t know but to restore everything.

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RELEASE THE TIME … from Creation to Fulfilment

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When we forget about the beauty of the Creator, Creation reminds us

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OPEN EYES…

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