I would like to begin by stating that I'm now not entirely sure who I am.
All I can truly say that I know, is that everything I have is given to me for one end, and that I have sinned against God and man, and must be delivered.
I've been gifted with a lot of wisdom, and have been safely kept from the vain controversies of the world throughout the dvelopment of my life.
Apparently the world is about to end. Beleive that I've struggled to grapple with the fact.
Transgression, lack of restraint, bloodshed, arrogance of persons, delusional governers, and natural disaters have exceedingly increased in all corners of the earth, and all nations are now united in commiting works of godlessness.
From the tesimony of Enoch, this writing was finished on the 5998th year of creation, on the 30th day of the third month, and the 99th day of the 364 day year. The next Sabbath will be on the 2nd day of the fourth month, which is the day after tomorrow.
From the gentiles, this day is called June 27 of 2025 A.D.
Barnabas says in the spirit in the Epistle of Barnabas that the world only has 6000 years to reign. Observing the times, I'm finding few reasons to doubt his testimony.
I'm usure how exactly to trace where my relationship with God began. My earliest memory of interacting with him was, playfully, feircely tempting him.
I was a little boy on the beach, about 4 years old. I was sitting on the tide letting the waves hit me. Somehow, I must've already figured that God was in control of all of it. I know I haven't always felt so throughout my life, but at that time I did.
I remember looking up into the sky and screaming; "God is stupid! God is dumb! I bet you can't hit me with a tidal wave!". I remember eagerly hoping for and expecting a huge wave to appear over the horizon. I remeber feeling like the waves that hit me were getting bigger, and I beckoned him more and more.
Of course, no tidal wave came, and I don't remember how I felt directly after that moment. Looking back on it, that day now holds more significance to me than almost any other day of my life, and with it I've wondered many things about my ultimate fate and what I mean to my creator.
I've been browsing grown-up things on the internet since I was very young, about 10.
For a period of time, I considered myself an athiest, which began when I was about 12.
When I was 14 or so, I stumbled upon the law of God through content that combined the faith with a political narrative I was fond of, and the law itself just deeply 'clicked' with me. Whether the person who made that content was someone led astray, or someone who was extremely clever at fishing for men, I can't discredit that their actions played a part in my pilgrimage to salvation, and I hope that they are also saved.
From that time I beleived in Jesus, and commited myself to reading the Bible and learning all that I can about God.
I can't say from myself that family was really involved in my development. My parents baptized me in water as an infant, but beyond that have hardly instructed me in the way. In wickedness they divorced when I was very young. I have a big sister who also turns out to be wicked. I hear that she bullied me when I was a baby. I haven't attened congregations of church, or had much in the way of freinds throughout my life.
It would take very much to cover everything I can recall about my appointed journey.
I rejoyced, I was shown the word, I hoped for my future and made treasures in heaven, I wondered why the world didn't see the things I saw;
I transgressed, I had falls, the cornerstone became a stumbling stone. I cleaved to God and faced my potential condemnation.
At one point my heart was stitched together with threads of pride. Through its own conviction, it became completely undone.
There were tradgeties. There are regrets. There are still parts of me I wish God would finally take away already.
The weight of it all on me has been entirely between me and God alone.
I've studied much of the bible, and I've studied much of the apocrypha.
I've sought out to know the whole course of this world, the mechanisms of the spirit, where free will ends and where Gods hand begins, why the wicked must be irredeemably wicked, and why the righteous must continue to suffer evil thoughts; and I've looked for ways to 'prove' God - not for myself - but in hope of converting the most utterly deceived people.
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At the end of a great travail, and with faith restored to me, I will confidently conclude the great mystery as thus:
Everything that can possibly exist, must exist.
The thoughts that pass through our minds are as real as our two hands, with which we use to execute them materially in a breif and orderly fasion.
As strange and chaotic as our thoughts may be, they all must be conceived simply because their conception is possible.
Such things must be appended to living spirits with power to observe them, consider them, and execute them; from the perspective of beings both limited and unlimited, visible and invisible, with good wills and evil wills, with each appointed a perfect balence of good and bad possibilities according to their characters purpose, so that everyone can choose to attain to a hope in the promises of God in perfect fairness.
This was done to perfectly organize the chaos of all creation.
Since order arranges chaos,
and since attention notices rejection,
and since it is the truth that there are all kinds of falsesoods,
and good is what evil must feed off of to survive,
Gods spirit prevails over every conception, purpose, development, and thing.
When all things that can possibly happen throughout the heavens and on the earth are realized, everything good can be perfectly seperated from everything evil. Everything is weighed in perfect balance, and everything receives a perfect judgment.
All evil will be left into the agony, deficiency, and forgetfulness it completely belongs to, and all good will be established in the permanent security of it's own place.
Life is the fabric that gives all things their being, and love is the needle that threads it all together.
After all I've learned about myself, the best I can advise men to do for themselves is thus:
Don't fear the evil of your heart. Don't be afraid of yourself.
Beleive in YHWH, trust in him, hope in his promises, and wait for him always.
Surrender youself to God in trouble, and patiently allow his hand to guide you.
Don't be darkened by the teachings of Jesus the Christ, but fondly aspire to attain to them.
Remember that those who peirce him don't know what they are doing.
Fear God and do his commandments. That is the whole duty of man.
Bless Yahweh. Amen.
All I can truly say that I know, is that everything I have is given to me for one end, and that I have sinned against God and man, and must be delivered.
I've been gifted with a lot of wisdom, and have been safely kept from the vain controversies of the world throughout the dvelopment of my life.
Apparently the world is about to end. Beleive that I've struggled to grapple with the fact.
Transgression, lack of restraint, bloodshed, arrogance of persons, delusional governers, and natural disaters have exceedingly increased in all corners of the earth, and all nations are now united in commiting works of godlessness.
From the tesimony of Enoch, this writing was finished on the 5998th year of creation, on the 30th day of the third month, and the 99th day of the 364 day year. The next Sabbath will be on the 2nd day of the fourth month, which is the day after tomorrow.
From the gentiles, this day is called June 27 of 2025 A.D.
Barnabas says in the spirit in the Epistle of Barnabas that the world only has 6000 years to reign. Observing the times, I'm finding few reasons to doubt his testimony.
I'm usure how exactly to trace where my relationship with God began. My earliest memory of interacting with him was, playfully, feircely tempting him.
I was a little boy on the beach, about 4 years old. I was sitting on the tide letting the waves hit me. Somehow, I must've already figured that God was in control of all of it. I know I haven't always felt so throughout my life, but at that time I did.
I remember looking up into the sky and screaming; "God is stupid! God is dumb! I bet you can't hit me with a tidal wave!". I remember eagerly hoping for and expecting a huge wave to appear over the horizon. I remeber feeling like the waves that hit me were getting bigger, and I beckoned him more and more.
Of course, no tidal wave came, and I don't remember how I felt directly after that moment. Looking back on it, that day now holds more significance to me than almost any other day of my life, and with it I've wondered many things about my ultimate fate and what I mean to my creator.
I've been browsing grown-up things on the internet since I was very young, about 10.
For a period of time, I considered myself an athiest, which began when I was about 12.
When I was 14 or so, I stumbled upon the law of God through content that combined the faith with a political narrative I was fond of, and the law itself just deeply 'clicked' with me. Whether the person who made that content was someone led astray, or someone who was extremely clever at fishing for men, I can't discredit that their actions played a part in my pilgrimage to salvation, and I hope that they are also saved.
From that time I beleived in Jesus, and commited myself to reading the Bible and learning all that I can about God.
I can't say from myself that family was really involved in my development. My parents baptized me in water as an infant, but beyond that have hardly instructed me in the way. In wickedness they divorced when I was very young. I have a big sister who also turns out to be wicked. I hear that she bullied me when I was a baby. I haven't attened congregations of church, or had much in the way of freinds throughout my life.
It would take very much to cover everything I can recall about my appointed journey.
I rejoyced, I was shown the word, I hoped for my future and made treasures in heaven, I wondered why the world didn't see the things I saw;
I transgressed, I had falls, the cornerstone became a stumbling stone. I cleaved to God and faced my potential condemnation.
At one point my heart was stitched together with threads of pride. Through its own conviction, it became completely undone.
There were tradgeties. There are regrets. There are still parts of me I wish God would finally take away already.
The weight of it all on me has been entirely between me and God alone.
I've studied much of the bible, and I've studied much of the apocrypha.
I've sought out to know the whole course of this world, the mechanisms of the spirit, where free will ends and where Gods hand begins, why the wicked must be irredeemably wicked, and why the righteous must continue to suffer evil thoughts; and I've looked for ways to 'prove' God - not for myself - but in hope of converting the most utterly deceived people.
🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺🭺
At the end of a great travail, and with faith restored to me, I will confidently conclude the great mystery as thus:
Everything that can possibly exist, must exist.
The thoughts that pass through our minds are as real as our two hands, with which we use to execute them materially in a breif and orderly fasion.
As strange and chaotic as our thoughts may be, they all must be conceived simply because their conception is possible.
Such things must be appended to living spirits with power to observe them, consider them, and execute them; from the perspective of beings both limited and unlimited, visible and invisible, with good wills and evil wills, with each appointed a perfect balence of good and bad possibilities according to their characters purpose, so that everyone can choose to attain to a hope in the promises of God in perfect fairness.
This was done to perfectly organize the chaos of all creation.
Since order arranges chaos,
and since attention notices rejection,
and since it is the truth that there are all kinds of falsesoods,
and good is what evil must feed off of to survive,
Gods spirit prevails over every conception, purpose, development, and thing.
When all things that can possibly happen throughout the heavens and on the earth are realized, everything good can be perfectly seperated from everything evil. Everything is weighed in perfect balance, and everything receives a perfect judgment.
All evil will be left into the agony, deficiency, and forgetfulness it completely belongs to, and all good will be established in the permanent security of it's own place.
Life is the fabric that gives all things their being, and love is the needle that threads it all together.
After all I've learned about myself, the best I can advise men to do for themselves is thus:
Don't fear the evil of your heart. Don't be afraid of yourself.
Beleive in YHWH, trust in him, hope in his promises, and wait for him always.
Surrender youself to God in trouble, and patiently allow his hand to guide you.
Don't be darkened by the teachings of Jesus the Christ, but fondly aspire to attain to them.
Remember that those who peirce him don't know what they are doing.
Fear God and do his commandments. That is the whole duty of man.
Bless Yahweh. Amen.
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