“Tell me something good” is so much more of a challenge. Good news. Want to type this.

To remind/why: Write to prophecy and pray-as-go. Write to preach to myself. Write that a rare reader might be built up; Read something that leads, maybe to look here or there and somehow receive something, GOOD. For a verse, or verses, to become Life.

Bad news or perspectives are easy to find. A doddle. And tip-tapping for self-amusement, while the sun comes up – not enough. Need to say; SOMETHING. Not skip about trying to sound clever. Trevor.

Yesterday was on Mark chapter 10. And from returning indoors, from evermore personal experience and the insanity… (not the right word) – the throwaway and runaway (better) encountering and someone.

Flicked open and onto because your hearts were hard.

Can this be good, in encouraging about the love of God and this, manifest in humanity, creation, society, families, church – in hope.

Always hope. In God, is the reason we live and God, is this and that loving, unimaginably thoroughly from the heart and consistently intent. We have hope. We have the why, any good exists.

Back to hearts. The central wellspring of our beings. God seems to be communicating but can’t find quite get what? That there are people who grieve and lament like me. Met two yesterday after meeting the aforementioned someone, who behaved… well, madly dismissive. Down to their inability to be assertive and considerate/polite, with added contrast considering the circumstance and their having exceptional amounts of worlds riches (money) and brimming confidence, a history such, wants to write a book/about. Wanted my help, so they said. For no payment, I insisted. Their invite, and then the gormless smiling, disregard...

(No, he won’t read this post because I keep these (two) websites out of my dealings with those around me, all but more sure-about, trusty and when led).

What am I on about? Well… this and another told-story, makes me shudder, at the hardness of comparative strangers. Either always was, or perhaps, the times-they-are-a…

The two lovelies I saw post-Mr-being-rude, like me blame a lot to do with the internet, and being older – even than me – said there's no way some people’s behaviour today, would be anything like as commonplace, even 20+ years ago.

This true: We're under mass hypnosis to disconnect and project this out and on. To cut-off in a supposed normality. Leads many to crave countryside and isolation. Never been Eden but what should I expect? There are places brutal, tough and wild compared to contemporary UK. Their accepted social order, compliance to rogue from any accountable government, and slavery days.

As I prayed/thought about, hardening and how faith is determinant and healing (‘Blind Bartimaus’ later in ch. 10) a video – as far as remember – my first look online, top of the page, titled; Hardened Hearts. (Alleged whistle-blower Ronald Bernard interview. Although now quickly searching am unable to find with this title).

Small add. That the timing seemed odd (or God)?

What about a 'something'? And how to be in hope.

Makes me want God. There’s this. As for a word? The artificially constructed like-Matrix has to have us chose to hate. To watch with no-hope. We live in an open reality, with opportunity for the church of Christ and all co-collaborators as far as can, reverse through love and God. If evil could, it would do more damage and destroy, than even nowadays does. Somehow, watching in active discernment through opposing in words, visuals, acts etc, towards God and out to those birds of the air.

In hope. In facing the hope-less and sin-riddled-sickness and rancour, and…

‘nuff. Asking God – “what are you saying?

Please tell and may my deep inside be more purified to hear”. Moreover DO SOMTEHING>

Oh la la. Jumbly post. No shame me. No care, how garbled and incoherent.

It’s NOT, my art. Not my show-off. Assistance in watching and means to build hope.