They say birds of a feather flock together.  I’m not Icarus spewing but feeling’s of lately got me in need of wings. Innercicles playing with one’s mind of thoughts plus thine privacy as if it’s ‘Winnie The Pooh’ or ‘Fallow The Leader’ ring game. Therefore I know the angels hear me when I say: with every word thought of or ever even uttered they branded me as a beast while I’m humble as a lamb. Gave me glimpses of the mind set of evil some. Some hypocritical to their words but some lead by example. While some are mistreated and used for example; “Coterie” the end of the world is not for anyone to mess with. Though it may Seems as if Christ sold us to slavery, he sold his sold 1st to save us. He’s still enslaved to be driven in the 1st. Automobile (The Sun) just for us to have daylights. So yeah our Lord and savior and King is imprisoned; still sacrificing for us. So my sacrifice for our Savior is I of Ephraim, get involved with the universe. So maybe there’s a sacrifice for our Savior, Thy Lord Jesus Christ on each and every planet as long as you feel pain. Seems they have did a masterful job on my mind; when the deads around me, my head begins a beat and wallops as heart attacks. Why when you gave all your best to some the debt amount is huge .( Mucho grande, medical abbreviacion calpo); the world around and survived by gravitational pulls towards energy. Every thing goes in circles, so by mixing up you going in circles. The Gaape betix(3+some/people) Jesus Christ and the antichrist (The Prince version of Christ to Ephraim is I The Advent. ( Circle) – the reason being why history is always repeated! Reasons why Ephraim is the only planet placed on gravity. The only planet works on time zone in stead lineage years. We’re futuristic historian’if looking at things out-side-the-box cause some of our histories are happening symmetry in other universes. Coterie: circle of life to Love, Live and Let Live(LLLL-4Ls). When friends and families speak of: why not sit but , chat bad behind your back now boldly to your face as if their they’re own idle of God.

Some say apephini but in my case it’s destined. To be bullied by 2 nasty A**Ni**A N beaten in the streets and left for 3 days- to- B-found! Cause the Prophet’s Manual said so? How would you feel?  Just cause the way I walk? My heart’s Christ; My Temple belongs to Ephraim I’m Human. But no matter how Christly I am, my walk still won’t change jus cause I’m still ole` dutty( dirty)  ” The Youth From The Mire”. Once you are from the ghetto you are from the mire and once you from the mire you are dutty “according to Jamaicans”. “Though some may think as some, some can’t think for all.” Not to mention Christ’s mother Mary Of Jerusalem, watches over us 2; 1 st Prophetess of Prophetess, I sometimes feels her spirit. ” Star Of The Seas” : watches over the Prophet’s, Prophetess, and Piscean. What ever I do on Ephraim is not a reward, but only what holds in my heart is true rewards from the 3rd. Heavens. I am not your judge now; I am not Christ now; But the afterwards of my reincarnation, I will be. Coterie!*Exousia.*

I reminisce on or about 1 afternoon in the blizzard of 1999 as the wind and the snow wallops. When My Father was here before, he spoke of truth but some didn’t believe him? He worked many miracles within thine sights yet still no one believed him? Did he not, told us who he was? Exousia gives the praise as wallops to Thy Lord Jesus Christ and savior of humans souls. If words were numbers, mine would be major. Listening to or playing sports, numbers are the only thing that counts. Whether I’m listening through the side widows or I’m seeing through the front window I’ve took a vow but still wishing to remain silent. When my coterie of life is circles less. Sentences and phrases becomes multiple, multitasking physically and mentally; drain brain fluid like drainage of water from sewage. Splattered brain marrows, picknie(child) future light is now narrowed. Who’s to blame? Who’s to judge? He who without a sin cast the 1st.stone! Why can’t we rely on self jury’s and judge not to mention policing self mentality. Psychological-cops, fake judges who judged me to the pit is the stop. When some don’t believe in you just be sure the belief is self. They wallops to glorify in my storyline to be only about life’s struggles. My life’s being edited in seconds, as demons demonstrate black magic. My father has kept be grounded, words becomes unbounded. Gallops and then I have became dumbfounded. On or about then a little blue robin bird came to sing. When they’re 9-10 personalities who’s to tell which 1, can I explore? Has thoughts gallops in my mind, hearing shoutings from distant places. Frequencies intertwined, disrupted by being miseducated. When the communities driving you to do more than 1 numbers? In these trending attitudes is only questions? Knowing that you can even hear me through my vocals, box; don’t try to be your abused avoid being an abuser. Can I blame my mind from running tracks with my thoughts? Do we blame Christ, for falling in love with my heart? When dialect is segregated words do comes apart. Broken heart from the start ruined from the past. Locked and placed a location device in my temple to pirate all my thoughts? “Spell wrong!” *Exousia*

Good morning! 1st. then specially requested but now all I have is unpleasantries (Vile), while I prep a glance in the Prophet’s Manual. Eyes are the windows to the souls. Still yet! Not everything seen, that the mind can fully understand much less remember. Search for a fine tuned cord as do piano keys, the mind’s not intumescent with heart and spirit. Still reading the instructions on the rearview mirrors? Pictures never been clearer when the dark clouds from the past filled with overcasting showers ahead. Welcome back to the “New Era”; “Roaring Twenties”: The twenty -6 years of the 20th centuries. Chicago to Los Angeles as if it’s a NBC launch. CE- AD, 2 nd millennium.

Hardship, living in reverse on or about at Baby Israel/ Samaria of[MeQ- 1926 Era-A note to me]. So long, Mama earth; so long Ephraim, no more sad songs…. So long, cause 3 dozen roses can’t last a year…… So this was life, it ain’t always bout the beer from day to day………….the soul knows it all, it knows what the temple have and when the mind’s  in another place………  So cold world but yet still less warm speech…. “MeQ” does a narratives always takes the credit for the story? Mixed up agenda with passa, passa, speak of “birds of a feather”? Childish mentality, physically slow, taking life as joke! Should be happy I’m injured and disabled! Society as nothing better to do but act foolish with propaganda then expect retaliation. Ignore them then it becomes physical. Forgotten fine lines and grey areas.

“MeQ” when it’s hard enough to think about numbers from 1-10 , never the less taking it back to “MeQ”. Feelings as if, it’s high school? Barely remember memories from visions about 10 minutes ago. Sym-me practicing as an act at a circus. But the world is a bigger pie, but Jesus Christ will rise again. When the world stop turning, the wheel is closed. Propaganda and de-chararizing  of character brings about shivery feelings the more I want to stay aground. It makes me disappointed to unable to pick up a cell phone to hear John’s voice to say, ” I’m sorry I can’t be able to be there for you.” “If you need anything I’m here to love you, your best friend. Exousia.”

With every step now In my life’s a chance. Finding ways to uplift but every step’s a escalator, going backwards. Digging for words hit the dirt but yet still, still digging. Akov©o`xoipoc, overheard Native American Spirits tambourine; scientist next great break through. Crying lines, “MeQ”- a note to me. Life’s thought me something to babble about. Then suddenly one day earth may ask me to leave cause life gave me an impossible task. On bending knees, praying to wash away my sin; like a slap from God but it’s safer to have faith. As if it’s a classic talkshow last word, goodnight!*Exousia*

My dirt isn’t a secret the destiny I’m journeyed, is bibliographic. Who I am in the dark is what inspired the light in me which is love. After what happened to the poetically great 2 Pac Shakur; stop calling myself epoch. Epoch, still dirt then left in the streets for 3 days before being resurrected. Stop wondering why a fresh whiff of bread freshly baking at a factory takes thoughts away driven out in oceans. Plenty of fishes in the seas plus great white sharks surrounded me. Cherubim came forth since I’ve never seen you; travelled the equator now traveling through the tunnel via realm. Shockwaves via frequencies that sparks spiders senses, even from distant places near and far no color line plus none racist. This is my Era of bibliographic. Rich orchid fragrance all spices, rooms were filled with sweet aromatic scented oils. Such pleasantries feelings sentence me to the oasis of sanctuary. I’ve metamorphosis then engulf into a Phoenix. Unveiled the destruction of the lips via speaking ill of some. Well crafted + well planed # planted x brethrens sum sistrens= trifling behaviors. *Exousia*

Reminiscing on some flour, boil or fry; with a lot of ackee and salt fish with butter beans plus roasted then fried up breadfruit. Alongside fried sweet plantains, plus provisions. Thinking about ” food”, it wasn’t “food” for thoughts just plain “food”. Flooded the stomach with sweet sorrel travelled via my esophagus. Plus topped with some egg nog, noggin in my mind that night? Carrot juice, juiced from Sunday. Now sweetened my mind and weighed on the scale of my soul. Rice and peas tried winning the race, got fried then chickened out. Umph, got trumped then triumph caused hands dirty but some cleaned tried cooking for me. ” Food” Words inscribed with lots of visions left visitors not quick to decide. However it has been described that hands utilized soaps + H2O 2 main formula which destroyed micro plus soft objects. Till instant notification rang at the side door: spreading new COVID-19 subvariant formula of their own. XBB – new class of a model of Omicron as if it’s a vehicle to destroy my dinner plans? Whomever that’s born in blindness may bestow infinite 3 rd- eyed Super- Grail. “Food” 4 thoughts came to mind: gifts of kindness, cleanliness, riches spice plus etc lactide was not insipid nonetheless daily prayers before dinner are full flavored. Came back to the light, from thinking about tomorrow; unpaused my control to continue my distine for greatness. Outfitted worn, was that of a magician. Residual scenes flashes in the dark abyss with colors as bright from “The Beautiful Wizard’s Of Oz. But before dessert bell rings Greek yogurt’s aga`pi sprinkle of salt ayaπn is love mood was set by pink, white and purple candles lite with sweet aromatic scented oils. Dust turned dawn was met with bright sparkling sun rays from the beautiful enormous sunshine. What’s a Sunshine view without some freshly squeezed orange juice. *Exousia*

Keep hearing hurling sounds like hisses of witches way beyond darkest of the shadows. Sometimes I’m on top of a plato virtually; wild thoughts became wild horses, ran by vicious shepherds without their flocks of sheep’s nor dog’s. Snakes became visible on the ground once all the edges cutted don’t and the grasses. Crosses carried after been stoned by hypocrites even on their own word/ verbs. Still felt rain while sitting inside; bloodshot eyes, sold my pride nor more place left to hide. Still taking pictures of my shadow that connected me with architects on Ephraim. Not known as a wiseman but experiences have dawn grey, hair changed colors secrets became well-known. Stayed up since 273D to 374B, some 288 got charged with lewd conducts; 311- 314 were secrets but got raps for indecent exposure.

Still listening to the sounds of thunders that’s playing as tracks in the allies via frequencies more frequently. 1 of the beast that walked with me, behind me and beside me as reflection of Kane vs. Abel. Harlots rang as hard as rain as barbajoni( family) peirced wounds to flesh eating words from hell. Rats dug tunnels, chew through some cables but yet still none infinite damage sustainable. Needed shoring applied plus crosses started down south to the north. Son Of A Man on Ephraim and Thy Father from the 3 rd heavens salvation begun, then rose from east to west. Even if a word “spell wrong” echoed in the character of “Titus” voice’s. Now, I’m walking masked up with a smile on my face to erase the pain mixed via hurt. What Wiggles in your brain? Exousia? Exousia? Exousia?

Sometimes thinking about certain percent of some, wondering if to open up and it makes me sad. So at times or maybe most of my days talking and prayerfully speaking with Jesus Christ even mentally. Now my cups have runneth over and I don’t know what to do? It’s like robbing Peters to get Paul and ended up with Robert ‘Nesta Marley. “Exousia; Exousia; Exousia.” Hiding behind the trees from the breeze whilst the wind blew; stake- outs; curfews plus riots via rioters, raiders raiding in my brain. Survivor, surviving but I’m staying still being brave I’ve been trying to triumph but the only difference was the umph! I wouldn’t be able to stay a Gaape to Human Beings And Jesus Christ even while he’s vile if I remain violent. I wouldn’t be able to Advent if I wasn’t a witness to Christ as the son, our Savior and Sacrifice. Has a Prince, driving The Flaming Golden Chariot; with a reflection of me and men but as Thy Lord, looking Vengefully in his eyes plus his face; Antichrist – Vile.

I’ve become Jesus Christ salvation after my sacrifice; I’m standing up of my half of the bargain, playing my part wasn’t just pain in my heart. Between me and Christ? When I’m dirt, then resurrected; I’ll meet Christ after transformed to Antichrist such vengeful force, when the Sun arrived at Ephraim. It’s not easy to achieve learnedness by selling my pride to Ephraim then becomes the sacrifice for the salvation of Jesus Christ: “Exousia; Exousia; Exousia”. I’ve searched plus ruffed up( roughed up). My wind had left rift, on my journies. Streets been tuff( tough); Spiced spewed by these vile Icarus attitudes and behaviors that now, have known to woke These 2 heads that’s the same 2 beasts which resulted Ephraim caused mankind’s infinite destruction: thinking back to the Era of 1650 from the 1 st 2 legal corporation existence. It’s a beautiful enormous and glorious salvation of Thy Lord; My Father, mankind’s savior. Hiding behind the trees from the breeze whilst the wind blew; Having such ambitions plus drive but outran by cables? My temple’s been marked plus broken but I’ve still trumped an aced card. “Exousia; Exousia; Exousia”.

Went digitally ended up in Minneapolis, Minnesota met up with an aesthetic view of Christ. Everything stayed beautiful the same as a view even in movies in, L.A. from Hollywood. In the prophet manual, it translated that Christ became Antichrist after the death of the Son Of Israel. After 3 days the son resurrected and then reincarnated as Christ. That’s the reasons why The Son Of Israel became Gaape and Advent. After the Sun Thy Lord becomes vile he will descend with the Flaming Golden Chariot; his palms stretches across from east to west, within the middle of the Mesopotamia River/Tigers River/ Black and engulf Ephraim. After which there’ll be a serial of events to last a total of 120 days that marks our/mankind’s judgement, for their vile ways and brutal deeds to The Son Of Israel; who is the son of man or Ephraim/ Earth. Each and every time Christ Jesus walks Ephraim as a human it is soul/ heart and his nickname will forever be Royal. Welcome to the 1st. Segment of the 1st. Desolation Era. By Rasano ( Exousia)

The Constellation Stars: the way we are marked by Lord, Jesus Christ is our replicas that represents each human being souls. Never knew that been anointed by Christ, my life would’ve gone under a microscope. When some wealthy utilizing some poor as chess pieces, performing ‘c.i.e.s’ on my brain? The answer is simple, shifting from 1 negativity section of the mind to another portion. 1st in history 1 man’s veteran issues (V.I.) becomes universal issues (U.I.). Era 1950-1963 going backwards down playing in my mind. Know what my main struggles are? Not to dirt some so much to a point where I became recluse. Can’t push some from my brain. Etc. Etc. Etc. How can I speak good of Ephraim? When the Prophet’s Manual every words you can’t even rely on? While, some using scriptures to prophecies my demised. It’s a full time job training my brain off schedule because every verb, letter or vowels, that’s in my thoughts keeps on repeating on, on: Listeners becomes chat boxes and watchers became perverts. And yet still some speak of privacy? In the scheme of it all: my 42 riches [Years Of Age(Y.O.A.).]vibration was 5 and above then my credit would have been more than 0, even though I’ve influenced 9.(509-490)=19+42>61_*The Son Of Israel*

Traveling with my words obeying Thy Lord, my father, Christ; No more transgressions, the right Ambiano should become in motion as my mission. To see the light, to bear the mercy of Christ is to give back. Cause I was forgiven, then so shall I show mercy to you. Every time I have come to a scripture for me from thy father, it makes me disappointed and ashamed. My heart’s out of the freezer for thawed. This walk won’t be journeyed by spirits alone so I must add the scriptures to my rituals. Been asleep for awhile, now I’m awake. Christ is Royal aNd Royal is Christ(CRNRC). I didn’t need to tell my story at all, cause “a man doesn’t have to prove who he is but just walks his journey.” “No More Transgressions”.

Continued agenda because I’m Agaape to God, showed love when it hurts the most. What if the tongue is hell but the mouth should represent God? Does the mind always corrupts the heart? Then all answers are sealed even before the questions asked. Then all this Icarus spewing and angers kept me furthest away from the Father, Thy Lord; Jesus Christ- our savior_Royal. Speaking of transgression, in my thoughts asking self. Where can I find some inspiration tomorrow to drop transgressions today? ” No More Transgressions”.

Still dinning with some, that’s unspoken but spoken of in the Bible (iniquity). I guess I’m a challenger, to channel my energies to positivities. To me back to a phrase, “God is testing you!” Sometimes you just got to get some rest to speak about the rest later. Dreamy thoughts channeled me to the fresh lilly scents of Lebanon.”No More Transgressions”.