Spent my wee typing spot this morn commenting after waking up late. Watched the lie-box (telly) for others sake and usual, observing of the manifest con. Can get all that's needed in socio-political, revelation insight, by reverse engineering the scripts of modern T.V. drama. All there. Sermons from Satan. Beyond any need for viewers to believe more. Sure, helps (as if they require much more of this, for mass compliance ?) but it’s deep states and ritual. Not even perverse mocking by command and controllers, gloating in their invention, sufficient in understanding their motives. To tell us "humans=crap" perhaps a satisfying chant but this psycho-popping is about unseen communication. Seeds. Evil unseen and need to sow. Among themselves. Generating something necessary for their desperate cause.

...because he knows that his time is short.

Better sing out like a spewing hopper, versed up and steadfast. A country path to work, and keep flowing – see how long-for – all day. When no one needing my attention. If walking past me, keep my babbling low, yet "so what?"

Do these ina dash. Yesterday, should have written ‘chorus or hymns’ although ‘..of hymns’ is alright. Refuse to edit after the splash out and published. Looking for outcome. Sense my vocalising is on the up and unabashed, know singing, sounds-goofy Christian song – again, seeds. This what. Seed me and seed out. Words with power. This post the same. Knowing no one reads much is freedom to preach to-me. This para too rushed to be much praying into or along with but have minutes to finish.

Time Out.

May those in the God-know who read this, seed like Jesus says. Those not-sure God-is, try feeding and speaking back. The Gospel instruction, in four words: Feed and speak up.