Holy dissatisfaction grips. All about ‘eyes upon the hills’ and ‘where does my help come from?’

Fires and physical idols on high places, the Psalmist is drawn to look. Today, pixels.

Hunter not catching his prey. (This is why writing every jolly early day is vulnerable to self-exposure and temptation to make a grand/or not so – Confession). What God’s saying (to me), might not be best written and displayed? As if...

Truth is I’m getting a sense about the projection from screens and a/effect.

//Go-on then, talk out and to some/ones//:

The future, if we don’t interrupt sufficiently, is ‘stones into bread’ full-on-times. Luciferians – closest, likely most-apt description, of the ones behind ‘those ones’ driving global mayhem/mostly – want to become god -like. More than (probably?) believe, the other they deal with, is their god-like. Relatively small number with a religion about bloodlines and different breeding. The selected, so they believe. Their otherlies experienced, come to dwell in them. As usual, mock-Gospel. They are, the anointed one/s fiction.

Mock-truth to win their needed followers. Because lies be hollow without. Only way them-lot can believe their 'truth' is in people exhibiting ever increasing faith in them and idols.

Of course (inc. title of a book) in that little line, reminded of author Smith Wigglesworth, who rightly proposed:

‘There is nothing impossible with God. All the impossibility is with us when we measure God by the limitations of our unbelief.’

We live in a battle about faith and love.With or more without? And God.

Back to d'bad; Technology is their trap. Our trap. Therefore, probably do as well/if not better, not using it? And I’m having a – don’t/touch/come out from/mark of the beast – revelation time. “Stop looking at the friggin’ internet”.

All wise-as news behind the pseudo news. Reports from the earnest and insightful. Ten sites and twenty vid. makers. Drop it/stop it, the good, not the best – question?

And this? And that, i.e. TS and soon come? Certainly heart is all about laying all down. O. Chambers this morn. has me going and down pat. Rocks boat. Overturned and swimming.

Go: ‘The Eternal Goal’ - Oswald Chamber (oft. forget but prefer, Classic Edition).

Coerced into watching some T.V. last night, reminds me of Clockwork Orange and Alex forced viewing. Battling not to be rude by rejecting the request, yet half-closing my eyes and trying at best not to receive all the namby nonsense, surreal, sensible/pretends, pure crazy. Imprints away like the devil it is.

T.V. and now www, is the reason there’s B.all prayer goin’ on. Not another, more discerning, way to explain.

No comparisons. The ‘why we are’ so unbelieving about God and staggeringly… believe the torrent of empire fakes and hoaxes.

/Where’s this post going?/

Come to a place where I declare: “God. You are good to me beyond all expectations and any self-making considerations. The enemy is ‘me’ more, than outside foxes. Inside me, dwelleth... Soaking like a sponge, sounds and visions, symbols, sums of sin. Really got me going screwy. Spinning. Not to your Spirit and for a ‘sound mind’ (nb alt. translation and self-discipline). Too much bedazzle and false spewing pathetic-ecy. Need you. Need you so much. And must be careful what I hear. Listen to. Blocked out you are, by my eyes, on other things. Deliver me. Come near to thee and me to… Amen.”

Leave here and these wee hours. There’s undoubtedly something about-them times. As happs, was concurred by the likes of, Chambers, Bounds, Luther, Wesley. Which one didn’t believe this, that went and got proper with God? Not sure I know of..?

Might return later with some words? Had these verses below c/o someone’s sturdy preach to me today (Cymbala on Fear). Need to preach more myself. To the angels or what have you. For now (?)

To God. For all the talk of council (M. Heiser) and the warfare (that stuff), thanks and praise m'attention, is most certainly God-ward, to all exclusions possible. Jesus in a triune magnificence – one.

Here’s a w-o-r-d:

More Book less other.

And so back to platform Oswald and into the book, fast…

Should do some, for every X minutes online info-look/listening, X word and prayer. Do something?

Last line:

In the power of the Blood. Plead the Blood. The Cross. Know my place. Be present dear God. Please and only you.

Update: Hear ye this in case anyone, is reading this, and an outsider of true news.