The Gordian Knot of Gomer

Catching a spider and dismantling her web of faithlessness may be the most nerve wracking task anyone ever imagined undertaking. I have been running on faith, and a few frayed nerves for years now…It’s really awful! My enemy has weakened not at all, and keeps a’spinnin’, though her craft be half-hearted and blatantly belligerent of late. She is not one to surrender and her nerves are cold as ice. She is completely void of conscience, equity and spiritual understanding. Completely contemptible and malice ridden.

I am beginning to show signs of enervation, as I say, and have needed a lot more rest lately than that provided by our weekly Sabbath.

My new prison cell is comfortable enough, although the furniture leaves a lot to be desired. A small but adequate apartment for low-income, usually elderly or disabled individuals. Comes complete with new prison guards, pretty much 24 hour surveillance, and a good deal of dust to rout out and surfaces to disinfect. Never ceases to amaze me which agents she uses in every scenario! Quite comical choices sometimes…Ever the jester, this creature is!

But, the trial of the past few months, dragging me from place to place, demanding much of my physical limitations and want of strength, frequently placing me in unhealthy quarters, with unhealthy people. It always amazes me that I am here typing these words, getting up everyday, and doing anything at all seems the most blessed miracle ever witnessed, and it’s been a series of these continual wonders for almost thirteen years now…Although, I have noticed, lately, more gray hairs upon my head and the tragic loss of many of the same…My strength has always been meet to the task at hand, or removed all together when I was not to task…Folly always my reward when I tried to will the strength to do as I would, and success the treasure reaped for obedience to what the L-rd directed me to do, following the path He conceived for me…

Rev 3:8 I know thy works: behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name.

A path few perceive or are faithful enough to travel upon.

Mat 7:14 Because strait [is] the gate, and narrow [is] the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

G-d is good! And everything is going according to His Plan for me, I believe, as hard and painful as that may be to accept at times. I do not always enjoy where He places me, nor what I must suffer for carrying His Name’s sake. I’m never bored or completely dissatisfied with what He provides, which is of course my all forever. I usually find myself pleasantly pleased and exulantly uplifted in the end.

Nary a closure issue will I ever need to worry about. And my advice for those wrestling with them…Just leave them behind. Move on and never look back.

I used to imagine that closure concerning some of my past relationships was necessary, but then I realized, the reason closure was impossible-those I had offended or been offended by never intended to allow me closure. You know what I mean? They intentionally left an ever open wound, whether mine or their own, which they never wanted healed. Such became their "closure" or small victory in life.

Leave the ghosts behind, they can’t come with you where you wish to be anymore…I’m always moving forward now, though sometimes I’m at rest for a season or more, I never look back, and I travel light. I keep the lessons I’ve learned with me, even put them on CD, but no baggage, you know? Forgive and forget and move on…If you don’t, you wont be able to see the Way G-d is making for you- that Way that leads unto Life, being narrow and strait, few find it.

There exists, the love which hates and the hate which loves. Be careful which you betray and why. Many times, in being rabidly hateful toward G-d and His servant, the enemy of the Same, serves Him better than those who love Him and are obedient unto His commandments. This may seem a hard truth to accept, but if hard to believe, it is 490 times harder to live with.

There is a pain worse than crucifixion and a fate worse than the grave. It is to see thine Immortal and Only Beloved driven about and directed by the will of thine enemy. To behold the same violent disregard and contempt in the eyes of thine Bride Immaculate, and to feel the hateful joy of thine enemy’s triumphant glee in Her presence, incased in Her very Body. Knowing the same, hath brought thine Everlasting Marriage asunder. It is to drink from a cup and taste of a potion far more morbid and lifeless than Death. No horror born in hell may ever unnerve the righteous servant as when this realization grasps his heart and wrenches for the very last of thy living water, or blood’s lifeforce.

It is something worse than the doublehatred birthed in a disciple fallen at his own hand and betrayed of his own heart. At least then, you may claim your folly, own and combat thine enemy unto someone’s eventual gain. But when that which thou hast striven for and believed in with all that thou hast and ever will have, as sure of Her as thou wast of thine own dearest and most sacred emotions and life creating diviniations of heart and soul. To have all this emptied out, in an instant, with the cold matter of factness of a business deal gone sour, the Owner of the manor born couldst never be consoled again, given all of time and space in which to do so.

Pro 14:12 There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof [are] the ways of death. Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; and the end of that mirth [is] heaviness.The backslider in heart shall be filled with his own ways: and a good man [shall be satisfied] from himself.

Pro 16:25 There is a way that seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof [are] the ways of death. He that laboureth laboureth for himself; for his mouth craveth it of him. An ungodly man diggeth up evil: and in his lips [there is] as a burning fire.

"There is this general craving and desire system that’s engaged, only in this case, the desire isn’t for money or a drug or power or freedom. The desire is for merging with another person." Arthur Aron, prof. of psych., University of NY.

She’s gotta have it, the whore can’t quit it…Forget the seven year itch bitch, this is the everlasting eczematous ravenousness of the Gomerite.

Hsa 2:2-23 ¶ Plead with your mother, plead: for she [is] not my wife, neither [am] I her husband: let her therefore put away her whoredoms out of her sight, and her adulteries from between her breasts; Lest I strip her naked, and set her as in the day that she was born, and make her as a wilderness, and set her like a dry land, and slay her with thirst. And I will not have mercy upon her children; for they [be] the children of whoredoms. For their mother hath played the harlot: she that conceived them hath done shamefully: for she said, I will go after my lovers, that give [me] my bread and my water, my wool and my flax, mine oil and my drink. Therefore, behold, I will hedge up thy way with thorns, and make a wall, that she shall not find her paths. And she shall follow after her lovers, but she shall not overtake them; and she shall seek them, but shall not find [them]: then shall she say, I will go and return to my first husband; for then [was it] better with me than now. For she did not know that I gave her corn, and wine, and oil, and multiplied her silver and gold, [which] they prepared for Baal. Therefore will I return, and take away my corn in the time thereof, and my wine in the season thereof, and will recover my wool and my flax [given] to cover her nakedness. And now will I discover her lewdness in the sight of her lovers, and none shall deliver her out of mine hand. I will also cause all her mirth to cease, her feast days, her new moons, and her sabbaths, and all her solemn feasts. And I will destroy her vines and her fig trees, whereof she hath said, These [are] my rewards that my lovers have given me: and I will make them a forest, and the beasts of the field shall eat them. And I will visit upon her the days of Baalim, wherein she burned incense to them, and she decked herself with her earrings and her jewels, and she went after her lovers, and forgat me, saith the LORD. Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, and speak comfortably unto her. And I will give her her vineyards from thence, and the valley of Achor for a door of hope: and she shall sing there, as in the days of her youth, and as in the day when she came up out of the land of Egypt. And it shall be at that day, saith the LORD, [that] thou shalt call me Ishi; and shalt call me no more Baali. For I will take away the names of Baalim out of her mouth, and they shall no more be remembered by their name. And in that day will I make a covenant for them with the beasts of the field, and with the fowls of heaven, and [with] the creeping things of the ground: and I will break the bow and the sword and the battle out of the earth, and will make them to lie down safely. And I will betroth thee unto me for ever; yea, I will betroth thee unto me in righteousness, and in judgment, and in lovingkindness, and in mercies. I will even betroth thee unto me in faithfulness: and thou shalt know the LORD. And it shall come to pass in that day, I will hear, saith the LORD, I will hear the heavens, and they shall hear the earth;And the earth shall hear the corn, and the wine, and the oil; and they shall hear Jezreel. And I will sow her unto me in the earth; and I will have mercy upon her that had not obtained mercy; and I will say to [them which were] not my people, Thou [art] my people; and they shall say, [Thou art] my God.

Behold, a little girl, all intuition and love immaculate, betrayed at an early age by the same willingness to be an openly loving vessel of magical wonderment, becoming bitter resentment and enmity unto misanthropy of rock-like solidity, as certain and immovable as her antithesis- the Rock of Ages, Foundation stone of Creation and the Faith of Israel, the Lamb of G-d, L-RD of Hosts.

Powerful beyond the strength of warlords who use her strength and cunning to disable the nations and bring them under subjugation unto the cruelest master in all of creation, and far removing them from the L-rd and Salvation of destiny.

For she was unravelled by a war general who did not untie her knot but cut it with the sword.

gordian knot

"pertaining to Gordius, ancient king of Phrygia, who tied a knot (the Gordian knot) that, according to prophecy, was to be undone only by the person who was to rule Asia, and that was cut, rather than untied, by Alexander the Great."

Never fully engaging the world as it is, remaining in an eternal state of play and imagination, where people are treated like imaginary friends, of delusional make believe.

Enter satan who promises to give everlasting life to this playset in return for everlasting slavehood. She, convinced of his boastful, violent strength and will to power, never perceives the underlying weakness and decrepitness of his being until it is too late, and then it is insanity or else, as victim bride engaged, encaged and enraged eternally, whose knight in shining armor would never arrive, because he rode humbly on an ass and she laughed him to scorn, ordered He and his friends and disciples crucified and beheaded and clung to her tea-set, imagination and master for all she would ever be worth- Nothing without her Groom and Friend who might fulfill her imagination and the members of her entourage of imaginary friends, setting the same at divine liberty in Her, if ever she could take his hand and walk to the Chapel of Consummation and ever away from the dungeon of despair.

It was too easy to do the former. All that was asked of her was to make her body like unto his and her womb like unto a grave receiving all comers and takers, dead or alive…Time will tell if she ever may permit or be permitted to realize the courage, wisdom and strength of whom her Creator created her to be. For there was a time when she strove mightily to acheive none else but the same. But as the sow returned to her wallowing in the mire, so it is with our beloved Gomer and her hounds which have acquired an love of vomit. 

To free herself means everything to her Self and not only so but to every captive of her kingdom of carnality. Souls duped in a lecherous, nonsensical game. Becoming her vile victims of vanity, demanding of men’s strengths and talents an unbelievable amount of wasted energy and time all to make a lie seem like the truth and keep alive what she molded her victims to become, which is in complete mockery of who they really are. Completely mutilating their true beings and personas. As long as they fit the cookie cutter image, that her holidays demand, her invention; they remain near and dear to her, though mere acquaintances deemed family, they are of use, and therefore, not "stupid," but essential bricks in The Wall.

Behold, draw up a Constitution!

We the heathen of the United Hates, in order to form a more perfect legion, corrupt justice, insure domestic tranquility(whatever that means! always sounded evil and insincere to me!), provide for the necessary pillages, promote general gluttony, and secure the blessings of theivery and usurpation to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United Hates of America.

Wisdom + Pride = Abomination

Placing proper, regal, racist, loving hatred back in the heart of the heartland, obliterating the sloppy, seditious hate that quickly soldout and became allegiance in desperation unto widespread vile whoredoms masked as wifedom, justified by the pervasively insistent but nevertheless inauthoritative Einsteinian "logic" of a theory of relativety which when summed up, still equates to "Who gives a sh*t?" A theory as baseless as it is functional, though it "convince" of the relativity of all things and beings, its fruit was no more convincing than the mushroom cloud of destruction reaped by an atom bomb. The belief in said theory leads to careless hatred and self-loathing of Self in the innerman and chaos unto the desperate need to accept deception which might turn Jesus himself into a cigar smoking phony, the likes of which only Clint Eastwood could rightly portray upon the silver screen…and, what do you know? He has!

It’s not numptie wisdom, but "nigger" logic which can only be combatted with Hitlerian Hate if and when it rise to the status of Gospel Truth which it is absolutely not nor will it ever be.

As grateful as America may be for the supply of Christian and Jewish numpties whom she has frequently chosen to mollify unto spiritual obscurity. She may never care about the least of them like she does for the beasts allegiant to her wickedness. She is the gentile woman by the well, boldly mocking the Christ, willing to fetch some water for him, but unwilling to acknowledge him proper, nor admit her own sins in a penitent fashion, even to herself. She must therein remain forever allegiant to her own bitter psychosis lest she actually be forced to own her title and Lady Libertyship proper.

Isa 17:10-11  Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, and hast not been mindful of the rock of thy strength, therefore shalt thou plant pleasant plants, and shalt set it with strange slips (for an alien god): 
In the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow, and in the morning shalt thou make thy seed to flourish: [but] the harvest [shall be] a heap in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.

About barzdovg666

I'm a revelationist/prophestylist, and lover and servant of HaShem of Hosts.
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