Sunday, January 25, 2015

Clean Hands, Clean Heart, Clean Love



Miracle! Hearing snow falling and beating on the ground outside like whacks against a drum skin tightly wound around a tree stump hollowed out by termites. Snow is all falling with the wind in an easterly direction, not Easter-ly (as in bunnies and colored eggs); but easter[n]ly as in Jerusalem, stern[ness]: east as in my aura. Blueness everywhere, blue scarves, blue shirts, blue designs, blue skirts, blue hats: blue but not as feeling "blue," not as Blues in music, but as blues in sky colors and ocean colors and Adonai's blue sapphire throne of God blues.

Blue blue black sheep, you are not really black, you are white and pure as snow. We all know. Take a look in the book, look randomly and be guided by God at all times. Walk in the wilderness because the wilderness is everywhere. One can feel the wildness of the wilderness in the deepest urban city and this is where it is all happening. Mount Sinai was a highly populated island filled with millions of angels. There is quantity in all things. Each flake of snow represents the intensity of the number of angels who fall from heaven each day. Falling in love with me. I am in love with every snowflake, every angel, every-thing, every-where. I am wearing a heavy heart, but at times it is as light as a snowflake, and as pure. Being chaste in all things. Clean hands, clean heart, clean love.

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