I'll be performing with Taylor Tobias and Richard Savercool on the upcoming episode of The Saturday Morning Session: We'll be performing live set of "What's a Boy to Do" by Mat Kearney.
Dream Sequence
A mountain, Along the ascent there were different thing.
There didn't necessarily occur in the order in which I am recalling them.
Nathan Brow and Bobby Kaznoon were in the with me at this academy or school of sorts. We were all three working together. Nathan and Bobby went off to lunch together, but I went to lunch alone.
The primary location was reminiscent of the seventh grade and the class rooms there. Ms. Liprie's class room in particular. I can recall there being visqueen draping partitions.
Another stage: I could see the location of where we were from aerial view. I could see the facility where I was, and I could also see a neighborhood with swimming pools and a few houses just below the academy. Dylan Oubre lived in this neighborhood.
The third stage of the dream was back in the academy. I was in a class room with my peers: people from the seventh grade era of my life. In particular I saw Keandra Augustus.
Dream Sequence
There were turtlesThere was New Orleans
There was my grandfather, and his hunting land. He said that he would rather stay out there. He'd set up deer stands in trees, and whenever he was finished them, he'd abandon the whole outfit--leaving behind important supplies like toilet paper.
The last bit, I was in school. I saw a genealogy. The first of all musicians. Adam and Eve, showing the baby Jesus to The Lord as a sacrifice. Dylan Oubre's mom was teaching. In the last moments she asked one of the student to give a demonstration of how to do the homework. He began to read over the lesson in song. Singing the assigned numbers and names. I could see from his perspective, and the text that he was reading from.
The song he was singing. Am--G--D... And the word "September" was being shouted by the choir behind him.
Dream Sequence
I dreamed, There were at least three stages to the dream that I can remember.
It started with me being at my my grandmothers house with my sister Becky, but the house didn't belong to my grandmother. We were visiting my mom there. We were young, but I our current forms.
I was traveling.
The second part led me to someone's house that could only be described as Lady Gaga. It was as if I was spending the night with this woman. We had sex together. We slept on the second floor of the house we were in. There was little furniture I the room.
The third scene, and most easily recalled was in the swamps of Louisiana. Perhaps I was below the US boarder. I was wearing boots, khakis, and a green striped button down shirt.
I was walking through the swamps and I stumbled across an indigenous people group who lived in the muddy waters. I stumbled upon one family: the mother in particular.
Her house was built into trees, and she had many children. I had short conversations with her daughter as well.
In talking to the woman, I asked her about what she'd do whenever hurricanes would come. She had no answer because she couldn't understand my language.
I saw men of people driving around in old Chevys. They would drive through the water, and I was able to see the depths of the water. Where the water was too deep the trucks would float.
Behind us a road appeared. It was wooden, and sat atop the water. I decided to follow it towards a clearing in the trees. I passed by a man, and asked him what was up the direction, he said that's it was a boat Dock, and that there was no one there.
I was looking to get home so I went towards the dock. I found a large congregation of white people there. Many people were eating at a restaurant there. I had only coins in my pockets, so I was unable to get any food or a snowball.
I decided to call my dad to see if he could come and get me be Use it was getting dark, and I wouldn't be able to walk through the swamp at night. My phone was almost dead, and my dad could barely be heard on the phone. He asked me where I was, and from a business card that I got from the counter of the restaurant. I was in Goo-man, Louisiana... Or Goumau... Or Something along those lines.
My dad asked me how I walked from Baton Rouge to Gouman. I wasn't sure, but I was glad that my dad knew where I was.
By night fall I could see some buildings, and signs of western civilization. Also along the peer I there was a casino boat. That was when I knew that I was still in the states.
Then I awoke.
Dream Sequence
It started with me at the Patterson Truck Stop.My boss, Bart, was there. He was sitting at the bar, He had been drinking too much. He had just walked out of the casino. We had mild conversation, and in his inebriation, he told me that he had found my music on the juke box, and played it. From that he went on to tell me that he saw Lexus Berthalot and her mother in the casino, and in the conversation we found that he knew them too.
At that point the scene switch, and I was in Humble off of 1960 and Timber Forest. My apartment complex was located where Coach's Bar was, and in the same shopping center was a piano store. I went I with Bart initially.
The store was giant with lots of warm tones, deeps reds, and vintage lighting.
Walking around we looked at all the pianos, and I found many different kind. I sat at a harpsichord, and attempted to play it. The keys were loose and wiggly.
Bart exited the sequence, and my dad and Ms. Barbara came in the store. I was excited to see them. I played many of the pianos--but only recall one having the appropriate sound. It was light brown without stain on the wood. It was also one of the only ones there that was normal in size.
Foundations of the Faith
A Dream Imprisoned
Out of Egypt & Stories in Exodus
In my life and through out my indoctrination I have know very little about the Jewish people, or the linage of Jewish people that led up to Jesus. So with that, Old Testament studies are the topic of discussion. Questions have risen for me early in the text of Exodus as I hear about the life of Moses. Since I've seen the "Prince of Egypt" more often than I've actually read the text my thought process is altered to say the least.
I'm curious of Moses' status in Egypt. I wonder how high in ranks he really was; I'm sure it was low enough that he would see death for killing the Egyptian man--clearly NOT above the law of the land.
I'm also curious of the state of worship in the land of Midian, after he left Egypt. Was Moses worshiping other gods under Jethro, only to encounter the Lord at the bush?
Furthermore, how was he reared in Egypt? The text reads as if he knows who Aaron was---so did he even know he was Jewish?
As wonderful of a movie is think the Prince of Egypt is, IT IS HORRIBLY MISLEADING.
----Not to mention
the whole part of the story where God is about to kill Moses because his son isn't circumcised. What did that look like? and How did they know that was necessary to keep the Lord from taking their life?
Black Fish
The Lord Will Provide
The Lord has continuously provided for me.
Malachi 3:10 (AMP)
where colors are concerned~
Scouting
I've been traveling
It's the first time that it saw his stone;I was gathering stones for myself. Could water come from a stone? I'm sure of it.
Moving past that. But still in part.
O' Omega pup. But perhaps maybe not
The stones that run your body with, leave you dry.
Did you here the story about the man who wants to be a monk; What about the purple spaghetti one?
The Reason For Use
Last night as I was leaving work and going through lists in my mind, I asked the Lord that he would show me something whenever I got home. So, whenever I got home, I turned on Daystar, and listened to Pastors Dollar, Hagee, and someone I'd never seen before named John Paul Jackson.
At one point in my life I used to think that most television churches were a stretch, or that they lacked credibility; however, over the past few month I've become more and more open to whatever the Lord may say to me, and how he could use the network & television to speak legit words to me.
And he did speak to me:
Song of Solomon 8:6-7 (AMP)
6 Set me like a seal upon your heart, like a seal upon your arm; for love is as strong as death, jealousy is as hard and cruel as Sheol (the place of the dead). Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame [the very flame of the Lord]!
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would offer all the goods of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned and despised.
1 Corinthians 14:31 (AMP)
31 For in this way you can give testimony [prophesying and thus interpreting the divine will and purpose] one by one, so that all may be instructed and all may be stimulated and encouraged;
and so...
I watched a lot of follow up video on the internet of John Paul Jackson. He is what could be considered a modern day prophet. He utilizes the spiritual power of receiving revelation from the Lord, and his ministry is focused on teaching people how to use these powers correctly in the eyes of the Jesus.
He went on to say that this could chocked up to your regular everyday Psychic, but that the difference come from the source. The origin of a revelation makes it evil or good: either it is from the Lord, or it is a counterfeit from the enemy.
It's very interesting; I have recognized the spiritual nature of receiving art in the mind recently, and how it parallels to mysticism. It's left me to wonder what the implications of possessing such power means in terms of salvation. Typically I thought of it as divination, or something that would keep me from the Glory of the Lord.
Some suspicions have been confirmed, and the next curtain that is to be pulled back to show the next revelation is now clear.
With this being said, I honored the Father with the continuation of this...
Multiple Things
i don't like you
I hate it whenever there are those people that you just can't stand, but you're in such close quarters with them--particularly those you work with.
Usually these people bring out the worst in me--not that I'm completely showing my ass in these situations, but they bring the most vial of things from my heart
Jeremiah 17:9 (amp)
9 The heart is deceitful above all things, and it is exceedingly perverse and corrupt and severely, mortally sick! Who can know it [perceive, understand, be acquainted with his own heart and mind]?
I have found myself before having conversation in my head with the type of character in questions. I would same something witty, and really stick it to them; then they would cower at my awesomeness, and know that I am the superior male.
My whole life, I have had these types of cosplays in my mind; however, now that I'm in my adult life, I see the degradation that it promotes to my well being.
The heart is indeed a dirty thing--O what can make me clean again? ...Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Unforgivable Sin
Unforgivable Sin is a haunting thing indeed. I don't really want to say too much about how is achieved by a human, rather than to point out what the book actually says about it. I've heard smart people say that "the one unforgivable sin is <arrogance or pride or doubting God... or whatever else they think it is>", and never refer to what the Bible says about it in the same sentence.
As if there is a commentary better than the gospels, which read:
Mathew 12:31-32
Therefore I say to you, every sin and blasphemy will be forgiven men, but the blasphemy against the Spirit will not be forgiven men. Anyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man, it will be forgiven him; but whoever speaks against the Holy Spirit, it will not be forgiven him, either in this age or in the age to come .
Mark 3:28-30
Assuredly, I say to you, all sins will be forgiven the sons of men, and whatever blasphemies they may utter; but he who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit never has forgiveness, but is subject to eternal condemnation—because they said, “He has an unclean spirit” .
Luke 12:10
And anyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man, it will be forgiven him; but to him who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit, it will not be forgiven .
From this point: "blasphemy" can be deduced into a myriad of things; however, I believe that it's very important to quote these scriptures in ANY commentary that talks about how the Lord can be unforgiving.
Customer Service Fallacy
Whenever one spends there money with an institution it does not mean the customer has the right to disrespect the individuals humanity. Being a customer service agent of any kind doesn't mean that you are a slave to the customer.
The problem lies with the Audacious Consumer who believes they deserve (something)--and with the institution that comply with the childish behavior of said consumer.
I think that Americans have separated their interaction into two different categories (among other things of course): Business and Personal.
Business Relationships are completely sold out to the dollars. American Consumers believe that they are entitled to be treated as a Lords of sorts because they have the money that the business wants; and that on the terms of Business they can disrespect their salesman without being held accountable for their behavior during their transaction.
I've worked in many different positions of customer service, and I have dealt with so many people that believe they are "due something" --especially in the food industry--even whenever the profit margin doesn't reflect or compensate for any customer service--as if respect was quantifiable.
The truth is that regardless of a business transaction or a personal exchange, we are called to treat people with respect.
We are all guilty.
Recording Went Great!
The recording for my new record "Prayers for the Cell" went absolutely amazing. I couldn't have asked for a better session. Stay tuned for more information about it's release date!
Give Caeser what is His
I just feel defeated.I've come to know that I'm not suited to earn my keep on Earth. We are all slaves here.
I feel like the floods have come, Surge by Surge.
Romans 8:35 (AMP)
35 Who shall ever separate us from Christ’s love? Shall suffering and affliction and tribulation? Or calamity and distress? Or persecution or hunger or destitution or peril or sword?
So in this reality of peril, I stand corrected by the word, And a victor, Over distress
In other news
The lumps are no big deal No STD's No Cancer High White Blood Cell Count--for whatever that's worth.