Is it the love of money, or possessions? Perhaps, better described; sheer power to spend and travel, buy, comfort – wild and wonderful sights and sounds? Why not call it, the love of… fun? Pleasure. All that. Like sex. Nothing else better, could be said/by some – therefore..? Must be 'god'. God. GOD.

All kinds, or all... evil is loving money. Evidently trouble, wherever we turn. Ruinous. Scanning back, seen – beyond relative self-benefit, is the need for destruction. Self-hate and hate-others. The escape 'from' God. Hate-God yet don't believe exists (?) Inside as far depths go, before the blank and numb. Before… where only God can reach and inhabit. In this, we can 'live', become alive.

God says, all but those in live communion, are 'dead'.

Money/stuff? Who provides?

(The enemy unseen and conjured up, persuades the dreadful few, to believe that they're the ultimate source. Literally/dream-on: When Moses struck the rock, it wasn't God who brought provision but their higher-entities. I suspect they've documents from old they think, confirm this deconstruction of the Bible demonstrates, their 'morning-light' is the future. The battle isn't over money, it's a competing claim, where-from and how, materials come? One level up from this, is the deception Governments and not the Central Bank/s, run and own the ceremony. And where this is less the case, get war).

Money itself, is disappearing fast. Symbolic materials as a means of exchange are well on their way to being outlawed. Once fully the case, we'll clearly be… fully – in this respect – captured.

But what then? Another verse and context lost.

But God...

The battlers of this world – not God/or of-God – have one final and absolute goal: To destroy the image of God. In humanity, by way of negating the power of the word of God and in actuality or fulfillment, defying God's promises and given-prophecy.

Economic dependence must become directly-god for the directly-demonic ones. At the moment the water (in these parts at least, full of soft-kill poisons at that), flows from taps. How would we be, like someone in a desert, far from the well? Crying in desperation to live, when all we'd need…

Does this become god-enough for them? Only if we can be voluntarily brought to this 'place'. Then it can be worship-like to them. For this can only be, if chosen.

Should we be shouting 'maranatha' and longing for the second coming, be done with battling for the planet? The early church seemed content to long for this. Their watchword. The cry was, “come soon” and the expectation.

Certainly, the why-not fight-so, for some today. The enormity, the mountain... seems too-beyond overcoming. Better hanker down, be grateful for 'today' (assuming that's a relatively easy 'be…') and not exert ourselves in deluded impossibilities?

Perhaps in trying to argue the logic of the prophet: If you could see what will be, what you or loved ones will go through… This argument is one that could be about life on this old earth, or the potential consequences for some, in facing the new one?

Only God can tell, speak into us and raise up otherwise.

Lord… (there's a word), God. I need you. To know you better and deeper. What's stopping and blocking this, show me? Courage… no, just-sense ...to change the things I can. Moreover, put the ways of communion in spaces and places. Help me live free from superstitious deceptions, yet be actively symbolic, do prophetic acts – and grow in faith. On this God, I need the gifts of… Please be this for me, bring, fill and help me to believe. I declare your reality and truth.
In Jesus, pray.

Oh, the readings are the 'dietary laws'. Was covered. Interpretation: don't drink the water. Go Propur (please support this company/plus good-as best value), or at least Brita.

I'm trying to get-off repetitions about the battle hidden in plain sight. Trying to hear something/else? Thus saith… some other, things. The challenge of writing daily like this, is it shows – me where I'm at/not. Tank filled at all, or more-empty? I must fill-up for a number of reasons. One would be; have something to write about.

About now. It's time...