The Strangers

Yes, the sunglasses...

I have been wearing them for so long that I have forgotten what the true colors are like.

It seems as if all I know is this tainted world painted in shades of yellow and brown, a twisted, burnt remainder of what I used to know.

Often I wonder where the colors have gone.

Every time I open my eyes I find myself once again looking through these twisted glasses which paint my world in drab colors, burdening my Soul with a view of a world which is the reverse of where I come from.

The beauty of my home is right here at my fingertips, but I can't grab it, I can't draw myself back into the real world, I just can't release myself from this bad dream.

I know I have to wait until my Father wakes me up, and until then I am stuck in the world of these dream-glasses blocking out the beauty my heart longs for.

Sometimes I see glimpses of the beauty of my home.

As if an invisible hand reached out and removed the glasses which create the thick, rusty blanket of impenetrable smog separating me from the beauty of the real world.

These are the few precious moments when the world is smiling as if no Shadows exist, moments I almost feel as if I am back home where beauty can be found everywhere.

Back home there are no Shadows seeking to rob the people of the beauty of the Light.

That is the place where the brown-yellowish smog resting upon this world cannot exist, and the glasses are robbed from their power to hide and distort the beauty.

Yet here in this strange land the streets are filled with Shadows sliding in the Dark, whispering quietly to come to an agreement which of the minds of the sleepwalkers they shall invade.

They reduce people to zombies acting out their programmed conditioning, creatures of instinct.
It's a land where the misty cold chills the bones, and warmth becomes an insufferable humid heat.

It's a land of extremes where vampires rule and seek to devour the newcomers on the scene, not just to feed on them, but to extinguish any remnant of Light and create offspring of Darkness, creatures just like them.

The only times I can recall what it is like to see without the glasses is when I shut myself off from this world, close my eyes and yearn with all my heart for my Creator and find Him there where He always was, is and will be.

Yet even then the costume seeks to interfere with my mind and project the ugly brown stain of the sunglasses across my Spirit, so that it is difficult to see the pristine untainted view the eyes of my Spirit can give me.

I yearn to live in that world again and imbibe the fresh colors of the real world, not having to live in the distortion created by the brown-yellowish lenses of fiction.

Strange how the easiest and most natural thing has become so difficult only because of these twisted glasses which obscure a clear view, and this puppet costume obstructing my walk.

Who in his right mind would want to make the brown-yellowish muck I see through these glasses his home?

Who would want to remain a puppet living in an illusion of freedom for all his Life?

The glasses rob me of the beauty of Yah's true colors.

These colors are so close and yet beyond my reach because of these glasses I wear.

It's like walking around in a bowl made of glass.

You can see the world outside, yet you can't touch it, you can't smell it.

It is right here in front of us, but these horrible glasses keep it out of reach.

That is what we have to put up with, living in a state of limbo.

We belong to Heaven, yet we cannot get back home because we are locked into the Flesh, we do not belong in the kingdom of Evil, yet we have to abide here in this warzone only to suffer rejection, ostracization, animosity, lies, slander, stabs, humiliation, abuse.

Still, against all odds YHWH's own find Truth in a sea of lies, they survive where they should have perished, they are strong although they are the weakest in the ways of this world, they endure and persist in spite of the pain where others would have killed themselves, they are alienated from the puppet costume where others merge with the costume.

But then again, YHWH's children never were compatible with the puppet costume, whereas the children of the Evil One fit perfectly in the outfit.

We have a mighty Father Who shows His power in His own children in this world.

We are a living testimony of YHWH's might, because we exist in a place which has no tolerance for our existence so that our very presence in the Evil Empire becomes an act of defiance against the alleged power and authority of the Evil One.

Yet even though I trust YHWH and I know I am here on Earth not for my own purpose but for His, I cannot help but wonder at times why I have to remain here behind the enemy's lines when the days grow Dark and all I seem to encounter in Life is obstruction and animosity.

That is the downside YHWH's own have to endure: we do not belong here, and the more we grow in intimacy with YHWH, the more we stick out like sore thumbs in the Babel's empire as ultimate misfits.

From early childhood I have been very aware of being an outsider, even though I lacked awareness of what it was that I had been excluded from.
Yet as time went by and Truth revealed the ugly structure of exploitation on the stage of Life, the unfolding awareness became painfully obvious in the strongly increased adversity I encountered.

Truth comes at a price.

The Truth sets us free indeed, free from deception.

But if you live in a system which is built on deception, the freedom from deception manifests in the form of maturing into the role of misfit and outcast.

Knowing the Truth means you can no longer hide your head in the sand of oblivion.

It means you see the ugliness of Evil and its power in this world in all its fullness, and whereas YHWH's children come into this world expecting Good, the naivety gradually wears off as they encounter an ongoing series of onslaughts on their character and their persona.

The naivety leaves as awareness enters, and the awareness is kindled by Truth until Truth, like leaven, permeates the entire dough of our Life on Earth and causes us to become living manifestations of Truth, terrorists in the empire of the Lie.
Every word of Truth spoken in this empire is a bombshell capable of destroying strongholds of Falsehood, and that is why YHWH's own are targeted as terrorists in Babel's Evil Empire.

The more we grow into manifestations of YHWH's Truth, the more we are unplugged from the matrix, the greater the dissonance becomes between who we are and what the world is, and this dissonance becomes very apparent and painful when we are subjected to ridicule, humiliation, cruelty, attacks, rejection and persecution.

How Babel loves to humiliate us by appointing talentless, mean-spirited vessels of Evil in positions of authority and subjecting YHWH's talented bright children to that authority.

It is a clash of  worlds where fiction seems to have the upper hand over reality, but nothing could be further from the Truth.

As I wrote, Truth sets us free, but it also brings us the pain of the clash.

I know that in order for faith to grow it needs to be stressed, and the stress always comes in the form of the Lie manifesting in our lives.

If we pray and believe, yet we see the opposite of what we believe and pray come to pass in our Life, then our faith is challenged.

If we encounter constant adversity in others and we come to loathe Life because it seems to bring us nothing but injustice and pain, inevitably the quiet suggestion rises in our mind, 'why don't you simply give in and take it easy?', 'why don't you abandon your faith which does not seem to work and say yes?', 'why don't you join the others and be part of the team?'

Let me tell you, I have been surprised at times when I had to endure suffering and unanswered prayers, and suddenly the suggestion would rise in my mind to 'let go and give in, stop the resistance and things will go easier for you, simply say 'YES' to me'.
'Yes to ME?'
Shadows downloading a broadcast into my mind?

It is so weird how these messages seem to float into your mind, as if a radio station sends out a specially formatted broadcast and your mind is a receiver into which the broadcast is downloaded.

First your Life is brought to ruin because the Adversary uses the power he has to manipulate your circumstances so that the Lie manifests in your Life as a physical, tangible 'truth', then the radio station transmits its message in order to reverse your faith.

Do you believe the 'reality of your life and the failure of your faith', or will you persist in looking through the eyes of the Spirit and persist in faith, rejecting the false reality of the circumstances because they are brought about through manipulation performed by hidden Shadows of the Dark?

'Why should you hang on to a Father Who says He loves you, but Who does nothing to help you out of your misery, Who tells everyone that He will bless and reward those who put their faith in Him, yet Who rewards you with curses and punishment, Who seems to respond to your trust and faithfullness with betrayal and treachery, Who seems to turn a deaf ear to your earnest prayers, Who seems to carrry a cold, uncaring stone where you expected a loving heart from your Father?'

That is how the Satan turns YHWH against you, just as he turned YHWH against Job.
He waits until he has succeeded in turning the feelings and emotions of your Body against you, and then proceeds to surf the wave he created with his suggestions.

But you MUST understand how important it is to hang on in spite of the Lie manifesting in your Life, because the reason why the Adversary has been given the power to manifest the Lie in your Life is because YHWH uses him to perfect you in faith and carve out your personality, so that you come out of the process as a strong, caring and loving individual, and His power will shine in and through you into this Dark world.

You become a living manifestation of YHWH's supremacy over Evil and those who pose as gods of rebellion.

Don't worry about the Evil One, he cannot rob you of opportunity, prosperity and talents forever.

Trust in YHWH, and persist in Trust, even if He does not seem to be at home when you pray to Him.

He-really-IS-there.
It's just that your glasses are blocking your sight of Him.

Sometimes we have to go through a tunnel of Darkness where everything and everyone seem to turn against us.
Know this, that the tunnel has an end just as it had a beginning.
The tunnel can be long, it can be followed by a brief relief of Light right before a new long tunnel begins, so that the chain of tunnels can span a distance of years or even decades.
Do not allow tunnel-vision to capture your Soul by fixating on the ongoing adversity which seems to be relentless and without end, but rather persist in the knowledge of your heart that a tunnel WILL have an end, and you do not travel through the tunnel alone.
YHWH travels with you all the distance, watching over you at all times, even though you may feel at times as if He has taken a vacation.

The chain of tunnels is just a process of testing and drawing out your character, love and devotion to YHWH, and once you come out of the chain of tunnels you will have plenty of opportunity, space and the means to move ahead with your Life.
If I had written the book of Job, I would have chosen the subtitle 'The Tunnel'.
Job went through a very Dark tunnel where every aspect of his Life was turned against him, even his wife who told Job to turn his back on his Creator, even his health which departed from him, even his friends who dropped by to inform Job that, since YHWH never punishes the righteous, there must be hidden Sin in Job's storehouse.

Take a close look at what happened to Job after the tunnel, or the sequence of tunnels he went through.
He did not reject YHWH, he did not hate his friends although they behaved as fiends, and he endured to the best of his abilities.
Always trust the Creator and Sculptor of our character, and this is as much an encouragement  to me as it is to you.
I love YHWH with all my heart and Soul, and nothing else matters.
If you have experienced YHWH you KNOW that He cannot lie, He cannot deceive His own children, and you KNOW from personal experience that He brings warmth, love, joy, release.
He truly cares, and when I talk with Him I feel at home and completely at ease, even though He IS the King of Kings.
He truly is the best Dad you can possibly hope for, One who knows your heart and suffers with you, cheering you up and catching your tears in His compassionate hand.
He is the only One Who gives meaning to everything, and loving Him is all that matters.

Be glad when the Evil One punishes you even for the mere act of existing on Earth, because it means you are not of his seed.
Be glad when he blows the wind of adversity in your face, because it means you are not part of those who are driven by the Evil One's wind of prosperity in their backs.
Know that when the tunnel of Darkness is long and difficult, the reward will increase in proportion to the length and difficulty.
The tunnel serves to yield a hundredfold harvest in the real world of Heaven.

YHWH does not make mistakes where He allows us to be burdoned beyond our capacity.
We may have our break-downs, our moments when we simply give up and sit down in ashes, but this is just a passing phase.
We may be beaten and abused, but YHWH makes us stand up again and again, frustrating the Adversary endlessly since he is unable to destroy YHWH's children.

I assure you that what I write here is not the result of an empty, brainwashed mind repeating a memorization of positive sounding catchphrases designed to make you feel Good with false empty promises, but it comes from my own personal experience.

It does not mean that I don't complain to YHWH, quite the contrary.

I know I probably should complain less and pray and endure more, but often the pain inflicted upon my Soul drives me to raise a complaint before my Father, the injustice slapped in my face drives to ask Him why I have to remain in a place where I have been disconnected from its grid yet stuck in the costume belonging to the grid.

Disconnected yet still connected, Life on Earth feels like living in a state of limbo between Heaven and Earth.

The Evil One knows I have grown into a lost cause to his empire, yet he knew this time would come from the day I entered into the Flesh, just as he knew that you who love YHWH would become a liability to his empire sooner or later the moment you entered into the Flesh.

Because, we come from Heaven, and as such we were, are and always will remain persona non grata in the empire of the Evil One.

We are not the seed of the Adversary, and the Adversary does not take kindly to strangers.

Although Life brings us pain, there is consolation for us and joy surpassing any verbal description in YHWH's Ruach and His Salvation, Yahshua, in Whom we experience the presence of a Father who watches over us like a hawk.

In Him we are safe, in Him we find shelter, and in Him we find our Home.

When I experience YHWH's nearness, immense joy fills my heart even though my circumstances may be deplorable, yet when YHWH seems far off, there's grief, pain and sadness even though my circumstances may be the best one could possibly hope for.

In YHWH is my joy, my happiness, my hope, my everything, and that is why I want to emphasize and stress how important it is that you keep hanging on, in spite of what Babel is doing to your Life.

Don't believe in her lies because she was a liar from the beginning, and all she seeks to accomplish is to manipulate you into the choice to give in to her and turn yourself against YHWH.

If you do, the one who ruined your Life won, and the One who loves you and wanted to save your Life is cut off from you through your choice.

Know this, that YHWH NEVER loses one single Soul of His children, and He has a perfect track record.

Babel is all too aware of that.

We grow in spite of the circumstances of our lives into the individuals we were designed to be, or maybe I should say that, -since YHWH makes all things work for Good-, our circumstances help us grow into the individuals we were meant to be.

Babel sets up YHWH's own to become fuel for her dark ambition, so that we suffer under her exploitation, a game we are not even aware of when we grow up as children.

She uses her authority to engineer the circumstances of our lives with the sole purpose of destroying us.

Yet YHWH outsmarts the Adversary at every turn, and even though the Evil One sees the ongoing series of moves and counter-moves as part of an ongoing chess game, the moment will come when the Queen of Darkness goes down.

Until that time we live in a world driven by the cogs which keep the big wheel of the Lie in motion.

YHWH's children can never feel at home in this garbage dump of Evil which exists by the grace of the Life-force it is able to drain from us.

It is difficult for me to understand that so many people on Earth have accepted this brown-yellowish fantasy as their ultimate reality, and so incredibly few people are left standing apart from Babel's power grid.

How is it that they have completely forgotten the true colors of the real world, how is it that they have no difficulty in participating in a system which is vampiric in nature?

Have they lost their vision to the extent that the only thing they can see is this brown-yellowish fantasy?

Has their lack of vision made them inherit a permanent blindness for all eternity?

How can they feel at home in the junkyard painted by these sunglasses?

Is it because the brown-yellowish stage setting IS their highest reality, and they are nothing but props in a temporary dream?

Some of them have even bonded with the brown-yellowish perversion to such an extent that they seek to lock themselves into that fantasy world.

It only exists as a projection of the filter of the colored lenses of the sunglasses, yet they think it is real, they feel it is their home and their ultimate paradise.

Their blindness is the worst of all, because they will destroy, ruin, lie and kill for the sake of obtaining their imagined paradise upon the brown-yellow ashes, remainders of the people standing in the way of their paradise.

Their paradise is an exclusive club with a limited membership, so to make sure they were part of the elect they proceeded to eliminate the competition.

They paid for the tickets to paradise with the blood of the innocent, and yet they have not lost so much as one night sleep over it.

Their tunnel vision made them even more blind to the horror they were part of, staring themselves blind on the imaginations of their mind, their private castles in the brown-yellow clouds oozing down the black rain upon an ash-ridden world bathing in acid stench.

Thinking themselves to have perfect vision they have lost all sight of reality and reduced themselves to blind beggars in the damp, cold streets of hell's suburb.

Their paradise does not exist, nor will it ever exist, because it cannot exist.

It can never exist because it is part of a dream, and those who walk around in a dream state are sleepers walking on the edge of a cliff.

Only those who see through the Spirit can discern the danger of the cliff, yet the spiritual sleepwalkers remain oblivious to the danger as they walk towards its edge.

Blind as they are, they have put their complete trust in a stranger, fully aware that this stranger carries a reputation of being unreliable and a liar.

But because they have sold out to the Lie, they felt a strange familiarity of spirits with this stranger.

A kindred and familiar spirit is what they saw through their sunglasses, and they put their faith in the words of the stranger.

Yes, the sunglasses...

They shield the eyes from the Light of the Son.

Yet they who love the Sonshine quickly become tired of wearing the glasses.

They long to see the world basking in the Light of Heaven which the Son brings to us.

But there are others, who trust the words of the stranger, and they cannot bear the Light of the Son.

They have embraced the brown-yellowish world of the stranger and put their faith in his lying words.

The glasses have become their home, their reality, and the Light of the Son their fiction.

The stranger has become their friend, and the Son their stranger.

To them Truth truly is stranger than fiction, for they are fiction.
Like their father, the stranger, they became vampires unable to tolerate the Light of the Son.

Yet consider this, you who have embraced the stranger and cling to the hope of her words: Babel's paradise is her home for the synthetic man, not for man carrying the mark of YHWH's DNA.

You as you are in the Flesh will be obsolete in her world.

Her world is a dream, a world of fiction where worshippers of the Lie are trapped in the circuits of a simulation once YHWH pulls the switch.

Don't you know how this entire physical realm can be turned off by YHWH with the ease of a flick of a switch?

Today's Earth-reality is the result of wearing sunglasses which paint the world in dualistic colors.

When someone removes your sunglasses, suddenly you realize that the view through the sunglasses was artificial, a side-effect caused by the lenses of the glasses.

The taints of brown and yellow never existed for they were produced by the lens of the glasses.

You wish to create a lasting home for yourselves in the imaginary world of the sunglasses?

You seek to build your paradise upon the ashes of dead corpses and cement the bricks of your palace with the blood of the innocent?

You hope to have your private sanctuary in an empire which is to be the home of a synthetic man with no human Soul?

You have so much confidence in Babel that she is able to pull this off, in spite of the fact that she has failed over and over again?

If so, the misery you chose is well deserved.

The misplaced belief in the words of the stranger turns us into strangers to YHWH's Word and an alien to His joyous reality.

To make a dream our home, an eternal coma as our escape route, isn't that the ultimate self-delusion and an example of extreme stupidity?

Who in his right mind would voluntarily choose for eternal dementia?

Yet even as I write these words I know all too well that there are those who will never be able to relate to the message these words convey.

Because the stranger is their father, and his fantasy is their reality.

They trust the father of lies, and give him custody over their lives.

They ARE the sunglasses, they ARE the puppets, because they have been born as puppets, and their highest reality is the vision painted by their sunglasses.