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7-22-16: Got Apocalypse?

Got Apocalypse?
See if you can figure this one out:

The Lord said unto my Lord,
“Come Up!
And take My Own Right Hand
Into Your Own;
And from this Time forward,
This is Your Own Inheritance –
As it was from the Beginning,
And yet still is,
Until Everlasting.”

The Lord said unto My Lord,
“Take Your Destined Place!
Secure Your Own Promise!
And seat Yourself
Amidst the Cherubim.
Your Place,
Is upon the Rock of Jacob;
Within My Own Name,
Are You Forever Named.”

The Holy One Seated Upon the Lord’s Throne,
The Lord’s Own Anointed,
Called out to me,
“Upon the low hill, are ye
Not to worship;
For the Mount of Ashtaroth,
The High Place of Venus,
Is forever to be an Abomination.
For whosoever worships
The Great Whore,
The Adulteress of All of the Ages,
The Fornicator With the Peoples
And All of the Nations
For but gold and silver,
For but the produce of the blowing dust,
Does share with her
In her own ill fate.
He who claims triumph over God and Nation,
I Myself, do trump;
I Myself, do trample him beneath My Feet.
He, shall I grind to nothingness with My Millstone,
The Holy Mountain which I Myself
Have thrown down amidst the sea.”

And I did see with my own eyes,
My own Lord,
Lift up my own Lord,
And seat Him upon His Very Throne,
A Green Hedged Island
Above a Sapphire Expanse.
And the Cup was poured out upon Him;
It ran down from His Hair and Beard,
To whiten His Garment.
And the earth was torn asunder
From beneath his feet.
And the mighty trees themselves,
Did flee from before Zion,
Fearful of being swallowed up
By the Waters pouring forth
From the Rising Cloud,
To be heard of no more.

For the King of Heaven
Has chosen His Anointed One,
Whose Burning Feet and Eyes and Mouth,
Scorch the very earth.
And from within the Wasteland before Him,
Within the dust of a Whirlwind,
I saw a little horn rising up;
It rose up from a head,
Which was once perceived to be dead;
It put flesh upon dead bones,
And spoke the words of a false prophet.
And all of the world,
Kings and subjects alike,
Bowed down before the little horn –
For they are no longer Knowing
Of the One True God,
Nor the Word spoken by the True Prophets.

And the little horn dug a Pit within the sands;
And the sands all about the Pit did fall within it.
And the sands were swallowed up by the Pit,
Which the horn itself did create for them.
And it widened in the Four Directions,
And consumed all of the sands before it,
Until it became an Abyss
Of Fire and of Smoke,
The creation of an Abomination
Which causes Desolation.

But there was One Stone at the Center,
Which the little horn could not swallow up.

And from within the cloud of smoke,
Did hordes of locusts arise
To spread out over the entire earth,
With the sole purpose of devouring it,
And every living thing within it.

And the locusts alighted upon the Small Stone,
And covered it over,
And sought to devour it;
But the Stone was as a Glowing Coal,
Was as a Blue Flame,
Was as a Sulfur Brimstone to them,
And it consumed the locusts one-by-one.

And the people of the earth were sore afraid,
As the hordes of locusts alighted amongst them,
Devouring all which was not locust.
And the people called out unto the hills,
And unto the mountains which they have chosen
From amongst themselves,
“Fall upon us!
Crush us with your own weight!
Bury us beneath the weight of your own yoke!”
As if only they could thus be spared
From the cloud of devouring locusts!
But the hills and mountains
Were but illusions of Power before them,
Born of the heat
Of the sands of the Wasteland.

And the locusts devoured everywhere,
As they went forth;
And they stung the Saints
With their tails spitting fire;
And they tore them asunder
With their teeth of iron,
Unto the Appointed Time,
When the Number of the Saints
Should be accounted for in the Book.

And I saw the One Seated Upon the Throne,
Measuring up the Number
Of the Saints found beneath it.
And the Saints cried out
To the One Seated Upon the Throne,
And to the Holy One Standing Before the Throne,
Who Himself,
Had Lifted Him Up,
“How long, oh, my Lord?
How long,
Until You wreak Your Vengeance
Upon all of your enemies?
For our own enemies,
Are Your Own enemies!”

And I saw the Holy One Standing Before the Throne,
The Ancient One of the Many Days,
Hand a Scepter
To the One Who Was Seated upon the Throne.
And I saw the Scepter,
As it were,
Become a Blooming Green Rod of Power
Within the Grasp of His Own Hand,
Smelling with the sweetness
Of a comb of honey.
And then it became,
As it were,
But a Small Rolled Up Scroll of Vellum.
And the Saints who are all Gathered Up
Beneath the Throne,
Cried out to the One Seated Upon the Throne,
“Tear it open!
Throw it down!
Smash open the Clay Pot!
Break the Last Seal!”

And I saw the One Seated Upon the Throne,
Unwind a Binding Cord from around His Right Hand.
It was of three cords,
And was red and white;
I saw its colors.
And slowly He opened His Hand,
And reveal a Word secreted therein,
Which was long Written upon it.
And the Word,
Was but a Name;
It was only a Number.

And as He opened up His Hand to the full,
I saw Great Winds Rising Up
From the Four Corners of the Throne above,
And from the Four Ends of the earth below.
And the Winds combined,
The winds of Heaven,
And of earth;
They combined into One Great Whirlwind,
Which nothing in Heaven or upon the earth
Could stand before.

And from His Hand,
From out of the Smoke and Cloud pouring out of it,
Did Lightnings and Fires and Hailstones issue forth,
To go out into every corner of the earth,
To seek out and to bind
Those who were long ago
Cast out of Heaven.
For He is the One Chosen,
Who holds the Keys to the Locks
Of the Chains and the Doors
Of the Pit and the Abyss.

And when He fully opened His Hand,
And turned it downward,
So that the Word Written upon it
Was seen by all still upon the earth,
The Seventh Seal was fully broken,
As the Saints had cried out for.
And the Cherubim were released
To encircle the Four Directions.
And the Sephirot were released upon the earth,
And into all Above and Below it;
Into the Six Directions,
Were they unsealed.
And Chaos rode out with them,
As the pairs of tails were unbound.
And Hell,
And Death,
Rode with them.
And with their unbinding,
Those Whose Tails were bound by Him
From the very Beginning,
Heaven and earth,
Were no more.

And the Holy One Standing Before the Throne
Raised His Right Hand Up
Into the former Heaven,
And cried out with a Voice
Of Myriad Tumbling Water Stones,
“Let there be no more delay!
For the One Whom I Have Chosen,
My Anointed One,
Who walks with Me
And in My Ways
Every Day of His Life,
Has Taken His Rightful Place
Upon My Throne.
And I have made the earth
His footstool,
And Heaven His Dominion.
And as He has requested,
I have given to Him
All Peoples,
And all Crowns,
And all Tongues,
And all Nations.
All that Is Mine,
Is now given unto Him,
To do with as He pleases.”

And the Kings of the earth
And all of the evildoers,
Raged against the One Seated Upon the Throne,
And the Holy One Standing Before the Throne.
For they know that their time is now short,
And the End of Days,
Fast approaches.

And the Holy One Standing Before the Throne
Took the Crowns off of the heads
Of all of the Kings of the earth,
Upon whom He had bestowed them
For His Own Purpose;
And He cast the Crowns of earthly Power
Upon the Crystal Expanse
Before His Own Throne.
And the One Seated Upon the Throne,
Took Up all of the Authority
And the Power of the Crowns;
And He bestowed it upon
The Appointed Number of the Saints,
Which Number had now been fulfilled
Within the Book,
And beneath the Throne.

And the Great Multitude Before the Throne cried out,
“Hosanna!
“Hosanna in the Highest!
For the One Worthy to Wear
All of the Crowns of the earth and Heaven,
Has Come to Restore us!”

And From beneath the covering
Of the darkest of the nights,
I saw the Star of the Evening Going,
And the Star of the Dawn Coming,
Lighting Up the New Day.
And it is here, and now –
That Day.
Let he who has an ear to hear,
Hear the Tiny Whisper
Found within every Breath
Of the Divine Eternal Wind.

Gary W. Harper

© 7-22-16

 

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7-9-16: Faith and Belief

I want to talk about Faith and Belief…

Some people believe implicitly and without question that everything in the Bible is the Truth, to the Last Word. Others have Faith that there is a God, and a Heaven, and that some of us go there in the end, if we are not complete sonsabitches to everyone else in this life.

I myself, have neither Faith, nor Belief…I never have. And I envy you all your Faith and Belief…

But only just a little. I sincerely wish that I could just Believe, or just have Faith. But, I cannot. For I need to see it all with my own eyes, before I can accept it to be the Truth.

This does not mean that I am totally faithless, or a complete unbeliever. It just means that I always considered God, Heaven, the afterlife, the stories in the Bible, to be certain possibilities, which my personal experience could neither confirm nor deny with any certainty.

From the Beginning, I told myself, “Remember.” But since I have remembered almost everything of importance to me forever, my brain is so full of memories, that I had to compartmentalize. So, the oldest of my memories, those from the Beginning, were sunken deep within my consciousness – But they were not at all gone. It just took the proper Key, to start unlocking all which was hidden within.

As for my other personal experiences, such as the 38 craft above Saylor’s lake, 10 inches long at arm’s length? What I thought was five to ten minutes, I am told, was really more like 70 to 80…

No wonder I had a stiff neck!

But they were not really craft – Not nuts-and-bolts things. For, they were living things. Nothing of nuts-and-bolts, can do things like that…

I have had tons of what people call “paranormal” experiences. They are so normal to me, that many times, I do not even recognize that they were “different,” until a while after they are over. I have become accustomed and fully used to them occurring now and then.

Most of them, except for vague, remembered, aberrant details, have been buried in my subconsciousness for my entire lifetime by whatever mechanism, and for whatever reason. And they are only now, just surfacing.

So, not having remembered the Beginning, nor the voluntary Fall, nor the conception, nor the first few divisions, nor the coming of a separate consciousness, nor the formation, nor all of the details of the womb and birth and infancy until recently, I was placed into a position of not exactly skepticism, but of wondering. My mind was always open to the possibilities of God and creation…But I saw no direct, empirical proof in the world of them, which could be proved either way.

But still, I was always looking, and watching, and waiting. And if someone told me, “There is no God,” I would say, “You have no proof of that, either way, so you cannot really say that.” I defended a God who I thought that I could not see, and did not know either way, whether He existed.

Of course, I was talking about the God of man, and of the Churches, and not about the God of the Bible. For I had not seriously tried to read the Bible, as of yet. And I had not yet met the Men In Black…

Not that I remembered, anyway.

I was not a denier; I just had no Faith, nor Belief. For if I did not see it with my own eyes, I simply could not make a decision on it, either way.

I mean, I understood in looking at the Universe, and in studying physics, that the number of “happy accidents” necessary for the creation of the Universe and of life, was astounding, statistically.

But still, there was no hard-and-fast proof…

And now, after all of these sixty years, everything is finally opening up for me.

Revelation comes in many forms, all of which I have experienced: dreams; waking visions; intuition; study; Déjà vu; memory; a flash of insight; and, the one I most hang my hat on, direct physical experience. I can tell you, if you had gotten off of the elevator on what I like to call “the floor between the floors” at the Antiques Roadshow in Baltimore, like I imagine hundreds of people did, for I saw at least forty do it; and not get right back on the elevator, not even really noticing? Then, you would understand that space and time truly do warp; and that there are other worlds and dimensions; and that you could walk right into one at any time, unsuspecting…For the space-time continuum, is merely an intellectual construct of man. With God, space and time, are exactly what He wants to make of them.

I have witnesses to that one…So it is not imaginary. I have witnesses to a bunch of them; more than half of them.

Certain nights, when hanging out with me, life can take an unexpected twist or turn…

Every time that I have crossed over, it is not imaginary…

But when I finally remembered the Beginning…Where we all came from, and where we are all going, and how we all freewill chose to come down here, every living thing amongst us…That is when I decided, that everything in the Bible is the Rock-Solid Truth.

I still have no Faith, nor any Belief. But I do have the Knowledge of what I have seen, and where I have been, and of what exactly is up, or out, or in there. And I must tell you all, I truly do envy and respect your Faith and Belief; and I wish with all of my heart, that I could have even a smidgen of such Faith and Belief. I am actually a wee, tiny bit jealous; because Faith and Belief, both make the Road just a little bit smoother and straighter and higher; and they remove a lot of the stumbling-blocks, from the Way.

But, I cannot just have the simplicity of Faith, or the satisfaction of direct Belief. It is almost more of a curse than it is a blessing, really. So, I am one of those amongst you, who must climb that Mountain on his or her own to investigate the Mystery of that Fire we can see calling us from up there. And we must do it all alone, for no others can accompany us up there. And I must always walk that harder Path, the one of direct experience and interaction with what people call “the Unknown.”

And it ain’t easy, being me, and having to walk that Path. Amongst the rocks, within the walls, we see that the figs are all dying…

A man much wiser than Solomon once said, “Blessed is he, who has not seen these things of the Kingdom, and yet still believes.”

Wiser words, have never been spoken.

And I know exactly what He means; for some of us must have the weight of the world placed upon our own shoulders, before we can know absolutely for certain, that there is One Who can place it all there, or Who can remove it all from upon us.

But the reality of it all really is, that the Yoke is so much lighter, when compared to not knowing.

Happy is the man or woman, who is satisfied with all that God has given to them! For this very satisfaction, is the Key…

Have Faith. Believe. And follow the instruction manual, which has been given unto you.

For there truly is a Throne Room; and there are Elders upon the other Thrones, placed in a semicircle before Him. And there is a vast multitude, one without counting, who are already standing upon the Limitless Expanse before the Throne, there between the Twenty-four Thrones. It seems impossible; but as you focus on the faces, and look farther and farther back, you see more and more of them. There are millions of them; perhaps, billions, or even more. And they are all living things, Spirits in a tangible, humanoid form which you can interact with. And each one of them, looks to be vaguely familiar to you…

But you once knew them all, before.

And there is a Counsellor before the multitude, Who is the Councilor to Him Upon the Throne. And the aborted babes are all beneath the Throne; and the Cup is poured upon them, and they are washed clean and healed, and they live, albeit with the scars of mankind’s indifference still upon their Perfection, as Signs. For the original sin, is not the babes’; they are all born still Knowing God. The original sin, is what the parents start teaching them, immediately…

And there is a Judgment, and a Pruning, and Mercy, and Forgiveness. And there are the Three Books opened; and there are trials, and some burning, and some healing. But there are also those who keep on saying, “You have no hold over me!” and, “You cannot be real!” Right into the Very Faces of the Councilor, and the One Upon the Throne!

And there are two smaller Thrones, where the Two Winged Cherubim hold two babes in their laps; to the right, a male; to the left, a female, both under two years of age. And the two babes are Cherubim themselves, just like the Healed Ones, Who are the multitude of Angels crying out, attesting to the crimes of man which have been visited upon them, from beneath the Throne.

These Two Cherubim, upon the two smaller Thrones?

They are God’s Two Witnesses, in the Trials and the Tribulation.

And there are two other Cherubim, One behind, and One before the Throne. The One behind, looks over the Throne.

And the Counsellor Himself?

He, too, is a Cherub.

And there are Thrones in rows, as far back as you can see; although you can only focus on three rows at a time. And they are in three ranks, of seven each. The Three Thrones to the fore, and the three ranks of seven, each in its own row, make up the Circle of the Twenty-four…

Of the first three ranks, of the Seventy-two, the Three to the Fore, they hold in common. They are the universalities, of all time.

And Three of the Elders, are He upon the Throne, and the Two Cherubim, Who are His Witnesses. It is not spelled out in the Bible anywhere, that I can remember. But I saw it with my own eyes, when I was seven, and was taken up. Which is food for thought…

For it means that God and the Two Cherubim Witnesses, and likely the rest of the Twenty-four Elders, are always here amongst us, as Avatars…

Now, that’s a real eye-opener!

Be careful of how you treat those who you met, whether a man of means, or the lowly ass he rides upon, and constantly beats down. For you never can know, Who exactly is the Angel of the Lord.

So, go on…

Have Faith…

And revel in your Belief. Let them be your comfort, and your joy.

For Knowledge, it is a difficult Path, which is fraught with personal hardship, and many, many tears before the Final Reward.

But know that there are many amongst you, who have chosen to walk this harder Path. And it is they, who are the Shadow Government, who have always been working behind the scenes since the Beginning, just to keep the Beast at bay.

I cannot tell you exactly how to do it. For I imagine that perhaps it is a little bit different, for each and every man and woman? After all, it is your own personal Universe, and your own Dimension, which has been created just as you perceive it to be….

But you can join with them, and at any time. It is strictly a personal decision; no one can force you into it, nor would they try to. But remember, it is one which is not without its own hardships.

And in but an instant, in but the blink of an eye, you will be Taken Up, to become One with the Initiated…

With the Shadow Government.

But I must warn you; you cannot possibly stay up there. For there is much work which needs to be done, right down here. And God needs His workers to be fully engaged within  His Field.

The field?

It is vast…

And the workers?

They are few…

And the Day is fast coming, to the Appointed End.

So, who will come join in the work when you are called for the Full Day’s wages, even in the last few hours of the Day? Who will help us to gather up the Harvest, and to bring all of the sheaves into the Barn, into the Ark, into the Mansion, behind the Garden’s Walls, for safe-keeping?

Know ye, that the Storm is already brewing, on the outside…

Gary W. Harper

© 7-9-16

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