The Walls of Jericho Come Tumbling Down–Who do You Serve?

 

 

You hid my face in the inner bedchamber
You didn’t let me come and go
Hidden in the gates of your chambers
You persecuted me all your years
Used me as a whipping boy
You had that pleasure for years and years.
For six days I let you have your way

When the Lord comes down
Your walls will come crumbling down
When the Lord comes down

Now it’s my time to tear you down.
It’s been seven days and now your encompassed
Don’t know what to do?

When the Lord comes down
Your walls will come crumbling down
When the Lord comes down

You saw my picture on the wall
You saw the thorns around my eyes
You saw my picture in the newspaper
Yet you hid my face in the inner bedchamber
And my blood spills on the ground before your eyes

Yet you hid my face in the bedchamber
You did not believe in one God
You let no come in or no one go
You used me as a whipping boy
You have had that pleasure for years and years

Now your walls are crumbling down
Your Jericho is turning into a ghost town

And the men of war go all around
It will come to pass that you will hear my voice
And see my hands as I tear you walls down

Now your walls are crumbling down
Your Jericho is turning into a ghost town

When the Lord comes down
Your walls will come crumbling down
When the Lord comes down

Now Jericho was straitly shut up because of the children of Israel: none went out, and none came in.

And the LORD said unto Joshua, See, I have given into thine hand Jericho, and the king thereof, and the mighty men of valour.

And ye shall compass the city, all ye men of war, andgo round about the city once. Thus shalt thou do six days.

And seven priests shall bear before the ark seven trumpets of rams’ horns: and the seventh day ye shall compass the city seven times, and the priests shall blow with the trumpets

My God told me to come to him as a child sometimes you just got to sing.  I serve a God that did not fall out of the Garden,  Man fell out of the Garden and you some of you follow his gods.  Ask yourself who do you serve?

Peace and Quiet in Your Eyes

 Heaven

Man
Me–You
Raising the Dead
^
Man–<<<<<<Cross>>>>>You>>>–Man
^
Gods of Death
Good and Evil
man and woman
Listen to Your Heart

 Garden

 Peace and Quiet

Guarded by

the

Old

“Rattlesnake King”

Hell on Wheels<>I<>Spearhead

Ist. Armoured Div

 

 

15 thoughts on “The Walls of Jericho Come Tumbling Down–Who do You Serve?

      1. My site was full? Oh no, my site was taken down. My whole account got deleted! Same with my Google account! I’ve only just now got it back up and running. It’s been a very frustrating 3 days. But I can link you the divination I wrote yesterday if you still can’t get to it.
        Are you okay?

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      2. I just read it a while ago. You did great. Look at your favorite songs, look at the patterns of sentences. Once you see the pattern use it as a template to put in your own words give it a try. I am going to write lyrics being reborn following the sentence patterns of pink floyd, comfortably numb the first 7 days of your creation. Me I’m doing ok just very sick.

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    1. I have been having alot of seizure lately fired my cardiologist got to travel to San Antonio Tx. To see about getting surgery done next week have 3 aneurysms. Look at the lyrics for comfortably numb pink floyd look for the patterns in the lyrics.

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      1. Thanks for the song. I offer you Lithium by Nirvana, in return.
        The pattern you are inferring… did you find a pattern and you are trying to share your discovery? Or, it is a point of reference to explain how you are feeling right now? Especially with all the health issues.
        Because I wrote of god on my Instagram like less than an hour ago. God is a statistic. A number. Ungendered, universal symbol that attempts to make sense of an otherwise nonsensical existence.

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      2. No its show you a way for you to write, we either are taught ideas or we mimic there is no other way to learn. It’s to enhance your skills, look for patterns in life or the way people compose songs they all have a pattern. Look at the first three words of the three paragraphs in the song comfortably numb, pink floyd you will see, hello, are you relaxed, then read the second sentence of each three paragraphs, its enlightening. I write somewhat 3 dimensional I looking to write 4 dimensional grammatically correct. Crossing between the physical realm into the spiritual realm, I am close to doing it.

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      3. That is your soul speaking to you. You notice the patterns that you are attuned to. Your mind is wired a particular way, just as mine is wired a different way.
        I cannot see the same patterns that you do, but I do see the connections. I see the patterns of similar energies or types, you see the actual patterns themselves. That’s why we make a good team. 2 ways of seeing and or expressing the same thing.
        That makes me so very sad to think of you dying. I’m so used to everyone around me dying. I’m from such a very small family as it is. My husband called me the angel of death, and I’ve learned to embrace that… not that I cause death, but that I help people cross their own divide… the role of the psychopomp. And your last name is Thomas. Thomas is the name of my godbrother… lol. I have a thing in my draft folder about that. Don’t die yet. I’ll post it in the next day or two. Ok? I’ll try to finish it.

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      4. Keep in mind I have a 165 IQ, don,t think I am a wack job. We are 8 dimensional creatures for a lack of better term 4 n the physical realm n 4 in the spiritual realm, we give up one in the spiritual realm we are then 7 dimensional in the garden of our creation. There is a cuneiform script that attests to this about 8000 bc found n the mountains of Turkey. I will e mail it to you tomorrow. Take a look at it. It is exciting it has to do with the laws of relativity the 4th dimension space and time are stationary for eternity. It does not contract nor expand.

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      5. Yes. But seeing as I can’t actually project my consciousness anywhere, as far as I will be concerned, you’d be dead to me.

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