A sparrow redeemed, 2c – Goddess Damn by #SorceressTara

So there were these double moons; they had to be flown to by the sparrow for most of the 144 allegorical years. She reached them when she was forty-seven earth years old. That was a heavy weight upon the little frame that died, but she prayed it through miraculously in a very small sort of way day by day.

Yes, that is it. Do not awaken tomorrow until today is asleep so details are not missed. For here is a lovely secret the sparrow found: big and small both matter.

Detail and grand design are altogether gloriously important. And then, they are meaningless unless they are united.

That is a key Jesus gave the sparrow, but it is most inconvenient for an American woman who has busily important people all around her who she wanted to keep up with. The sparrow got left behind because they thought they knew what they saw in the future, and it is very dark if one manages that way. It is either that or the general existence is too sweetly innocent to answer all the questions that Jesus indeed asks us.

We are all those who can stop and think about it while living in the lap of degrading luxury that is the West. We don’t have to survive; the unknown sparrows, flowers, and grasses are taken up with survival and so they need us to understand a little better because survival is becoming so desperately impossible to accomplish that it is now mountainous indeed; that much is obvious, for it has even washed up onto the shores of America.

Who would have ever thought to see people killing children in schools? Who would have ever thought that possible? There is a famine in the land of plenty now too.

But wait a minute; has it not always been here? Death has betrayed us too; we have been just as ugly to humanity as the rest of them, and we have forgotten how it was so. We did not ever cry enough for our own depravity, so it kept coming and now is still. This is a quandary that can be changed if we will see it enough to begin to cry. We must cry more and rejoice less to remove this blindness that shackles us to luxury.

The West keeps plodding on in the reality of circumstantial busyness. Prophecy has a place, but in the prophecy, they miss the testimony today. And of a truth when the greater has come then the other should pass away, should it not? Or should we wait until face to face when we see those things faith is bringing forth each day?

When the sparrow alighted upon the double moons that were two months of prayer, then a moment came for her to peek at this expanse one day. There was a great sheet of universe; fine as icy diamond glass skimmed with blue/black and star decked color. Very thin, and there is a distinct line to it, but it isn’t somehow an ending. It isn’t a beginning either. It is just a line.

A ledge, as it were, so that the Apostle John can sit there gazing at the expanse beyond. It is simple substance of mystery that is but never was on the earth. They sit there together sometimes, though she only sees them from the rear distance. It isn’t boring, but it is silent.

What loveliness must exist there unknown, but it may not be able to ever be expressed. That much, she comprehends, but she also desires to be known there too. (This silence is about thirty minutes of silence in Revelation 8:1)

My brother was in that space of silence praying for the first 33 to 34 years after his death. By sometime in 2014, I saw my brother in the Throne Room so I knew things had changed in the heavenly places….

NOW it is time for me to admit when I was prayer walking (gatekeeper walking) in my neighborhood for many years, My Brother appeared once in around 2014. An ARCAngel Lucifer biker slowly biked as I walked once too.

My brother’s appearance was supernatural. The Man was not, and what is more, a Hummer was parked in the Vet Parking Lot and later I drove as they did down 290: WETHREERIV was the license plate.

I cannot even remember that website I established, but I was simply testifying there as I do here. and on other blogs.

I am grateful people kept me safe all these years despite how strange I became and am still….your love is priceless to me.