Silence speaks volumes in my life. I’m always in the silence. I have to reach out to my ancestors and my spirit guides to keep me on the right path so I don’t self combust because I have been on the battlefields of life and I don’t wanna battle anymore I just wanna be loved and adored.
No one can save everyone I bet the ones you did save are grateful think of them and the future you can have if u let go of your sad memories. They will never go away but remember the good memories. ❤ 😊
BUMPING INTO ME By Daniel Allen Kelley I've conquered monsters, battled men, And fearsome creatures of the pit. Now I'm bumping into me again. Worn have I the crowns of ten, Imbibed the truth of scriptures writ. I've conquered monsters, battled men. Let down by love, betrayed by friends. Faced the storm with grace and grit. Now I'm bumping into me again. Earned have I my calloused hands! The soil bathed in blood and spit. I've conquered monsters, battled men. Escaped have I the Devil's plans. His maze disarmed by my master wit. Now I'm bumping into me again. The dragon's claws by me un-clutched. Safe upon my cloud to sit. I've conquered monsters, battled men. Now I'm bumping into me again.
I'm sorry I remember you I'm so sorry but I understand I pray God will forgive and restore you and me to even a greater glory than we even were in the beginning love Christina Louise King. Thank you God for answering this prayer for this warrior.
"whose voice ever echoes; for, mine is poured forth " whose voice ever echoes (your) voice resounds-- through time and space
your voice resounds, aye, recollects through space stretched out thin like-- a fabric garment, sown, nay, -nigh- even weaved which in the hollow takes a hallowed herald and knights
the verbal sanctum as with the rest and peace for war to him was prepared and fate were ever his to defeat; for the night lent more than enough reason for the Keep and Castle were not barren nor bereft of wise and discerned men as with the Witan, the Witenagemot, either the Counsel of the Druid ( the Order of the High Priest, Melchizedek, the Druid ) ( for, ever then were wise ) for those garments have been burned as each were covered in blood and I have been ever ashamed of our conduct since then ( the loss of second Ragnarök ) I may not kindly forget nor favor, neither wisdom, my people and folk forsake for certainly I have been washed in the blood of a wise man and counselor who has ever beside me fought
whose voice ever echoes, whose voice resounds and I know that a sword pierces through a scroll and brings fire unto the end of time and ever all things pass away at the end of these things whose voice ever echoes (your) voice resounds-- through time and space
your voice resounds, aye, recollects through space stretched out thin like-- a fabric garment, sown, nay, -nigh- even weaved for that the heavens have (weeped) which in the hollow takes a hallowed herald and knights for the night is long and though I chant let me remember the life of the words that I speak for the verbal sanctum as with the rest and peace as war to him was prepared and fate were ever his to defeat; for the night lent more than enough reason for the Keep and Castle were not barren nor bereft of wise and discerned men; if ever the words could find them ( that is to say -- to speak with the breath aloud -- quite aside -- equal parts the terror and the wonder of a thing aye, yes, aye, any thing ) ah! Harvest! ( as if, I knew ) an' feast! verily they would, ( the words ) think if ( ever ) they knew how--
with a multitude of rejoinder, retort and remainder -- -- if were allowed; the terror that I am gayly enamored and richly adorned they would say for just that reason you and he have to me survived; ( as ever, they, as with the Gods, may be ( though who are they ? ) ) or even that -- of voices I have known many as with a chorus in a dining hall and too few -- plainly then for my muse has passed: I am a thief. of course, all and any my day, ( you ) have stolen me, that echoing hollow I am for I am afraid if ever they discover how or why we write they may kill us all-- never trite Tyranny!
for what is ever created either crafted without complaint (?) so I wrestle as with that man named father Jacob, ( yet be I never orphaned-- as ever I am ) with God-- I wrestle over me an echo an clamor a clattering clang the shattering of a plate the breaking of some cup and blood spilt-- for his is more the matter than the act. for not to take for granted even a garment, therefore we reckon with thanksgiving for that we in our nakedness-- God, the L.O.R.D. hath so clothed us and given to us the mind, and ( I say and ) the spirit, that we may ever know the difference-- rather, my friend, neither for the Northwind, nor the barren passe, no! not for disobedience! either I think -- 'twere for the right pleasure and comfort of the Guard that ever man were clothed not to quibble the Guard that is offered through and by the active powers adorned in principle virtue might and valor, with goodly and great value to have learned-- just this, the purpose of teaching that God in word and deed is rather other than the self our cape and skirt our Guard; in essence.
"for, who won't "
who has not invoked, neither reckoned ( the L.O.R.D. ) who has not called up from any-- ah! past! an disagreement to any alas-- to know! History is summed.-- the rescued, recusing have afore need of manna and rest and only ever to recollect
from what -- else whomever were and where-- their terror and their foe. less the ranger than the wrath is he; the ages' tribulations are wont any to suffer for to suffer the plight of having as a people one and all the terror of having forgot-- such woe. ah! the things I have seen
Earthquake rumble tides of fall in fool fowl hanged-- crows foot head like a compass needle stitched into the soil to Hades and Hell -- some branch aghast and loosely withered-- one eye like the dark an' evil mystics orb shroud of death-- that life had ever known the winds that tell the weathers' Omen--
crows foot crippled by a noose to writhe in misery -- foreboding, yet a woeful act of who ( not I; that I have seen ) foreboding woe that ever I were a man who thought to walk in some unpathed wood would be kind-- either, pleasant to the soul-- some beauty where humankind might have left undefiled Nature a crow noosed by foot upon a (string!) ah! ow! woe! oh! O! no! ( I ) who did find where-- in Appalachia hanged over the mountain hill and rise of my own home by foot a crow O mercy! the mountain hill in horrors' grasp the Ancient Heights brought low.
Reminds me of the thousands of battles I’ve fought, monsters, gods, all of them have tried to claim me. I don’t let them anymore. That psalm is a good reminder of what life really is.
even though people might not remember what you did in your life but God knows and he's proud of you and saying it's ok am here keep going it will be ok because I'll be with you
"And from the time that the daily sacrifice shall be taken away, and the abomination that maketh desolate set up, there shall be a thousand two hundred and ninety days. Blessed is he that waiteth, and cometh to the thousand three hundred and five and thirty days. But go thou thy way till the end be: for thou shalt rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the days." The Book of the Honorable Prophet Daniel; regarding the time of Indignation.
you have no idea how much i need this. drinking an smoking my life away.. yes that tobacco and weed
me too.
We must keep grinding 💪 💯
Silence speaks volumes in my life. I’m always in the silence. I have to reach out to my ancestors and my spirit guides to keep me on the right path so I don’t self combust because I have been on the battlefields of life and I don’t wanna battle anymore I just wanna be loved and adored.
You will be. 💛
No one can save everyone I bet the ones you did save are grateful think of them and the future you can have if u let go of your sad memories. They will never go away but remember the good memories. ❤ 😊
The most truest thing I've ever heard . From a beast among Men.
BUMPING INTO ME
By Daniel Allen Kelley
I've conquered monsters, battled men,
And fearsome creatures of the pit.
Now I'm bumping into me again.
Worn have I the crowns of ten,
Imbibed the truth of scriptures writ.
I've conquered monsters, battled men.
Let down by love, betrayed by friends.
Faced the storm with grace and grit.
Now I'm bumping into me again.
Earned have I my calloused hands!
The soil bathed in blood and spit.
I've conquered monsters, battled men.
Escaped have I the Devil's plans.
His maze disarmed by my master wit.
Now I'm bumping into me again.
The dragon's claws by me un-clutched.
Safe upon my cloud to sit.
I've conquered monsters, battled men.
Now I'm bumping into me again.
I'm sorry I remember you I'm so sorry but I understand I pray God will forgive and restore you and me to even a greater glory than we even were in the beginning love Christina Louise King. Thank you God for answering this prayer for this warrior.
"whose voice ever echoes;
for, mine is poured forth "
whose voice ever echoes
(your) voice resounds-- through
time and space
your voice resounds, aye, recollects
through space stretched out thin like--
a fabric garment, sown, nay, -nigh-
even weaved which in the hollow
takes a hallowed herald and knights
the verbal sanctum as with the rest and peace
for war to him was prepared and fate were ever his
to defeat; for the night lent more than enough reason
for the Keep and Castle were not barren nor bereft
of wise and discerned men as with the Witan,
the Witenagemot, either the Counsel of the Druid
( the Order of the High Priest, Melchizedek, the Druid )
( for, ever then were wise ) for those garments have
been burned as each were covered in blood and I have
been ever ashamed of our conduct since then
( the loss of second Ragnarök ) I may not kindly forget
nor favor, neither wisdom, my people and folk forsake
for certainly I have been washed in the blood
of a wise man and counselor who has ever beside me fought
whose voice ever echoes, whose voice resounds
and I know that a sword pierces through a scroll
and brings fire unto the end of time
and ever all things pass away
at the end of these things
whose voice ever echoes
(your) voice resounds-- through
time and space
your voice resounds, aye, recollects
through space stretched out thin like--
a fabric garment, sown, nay, -nigh-
even weaved for that the heavens have (weeped)
which in the hollow
takes a hallowed herald and knights
for the night is long and though I chant
let me remember the life of the words that I speak
for the verbal sanctum as with the rest and peace
as war to him was prepared and fate were ever his
to defeat; for the night lent more than enough reason
for the Keep and Castle were not barren nor bereft
of wise and discerned men; if ever the words could find them
( that is to say -- to speak with the breath aloud -- quite
aside -- equal parts the terror and the wonder
of a thing aye, yes, aye, any thing )
ah! Harvest! ( as if, I knew ) an' feast!
verily they would, ( the words ) think
if ( ever ) they knew how--
with a multitude of rejoinder, retort and remainder --
-- if were allowed;
the terror that I am
gayly enamored and richly
adorned they would say
for just that reason
you and he
have to me survived; ( as ever, they, as with the Gods, may be
( though who are they ? ) ) or even that -- of voices I have known many
as with a chorus in a dining hall and too few -- plainly then for my muse
has passed: I am a thief. of course, all and any my day, ( you ) have stolen me,
that echoing hollow I am for I am afraid if ever they discover how or why we write
they may kill us all-- never trite Tyranny!
for what is ever created either crafted without complaint (?) so I wrestle
as with that man named father Jacob, ( yet be I never orphaned-- as ever I am )
with God--
I wrestle over me an echo an clamor a clattering clang the shattering of a plate
the breaking of some cup and blood spilt-- for his is more the matter than the act.
for not to take for granted even a garment, therefore we reckon with thanksgiving
for that we in our nakedness-- God, the L.O.R.D. hath so clothed us and given to us
the mind, and ( I say and ) the spirit, that we may ever know the difference--
rather, my friend, neither for the Northwind, nor the barren passe, no! not for disobedience! either
I think -- 'twere for the right pleasure and comfort of the Guard that ever man were clothed
not to quibble the Guard that is offered through and by the active powers adorned in principle
virtue might and valor, with goodly and great value to have learned-- just this, the purpose of teaching
that God in word and deed is rather other than the self our cape and skirt our Guard; in essence.
"for, who won't "
who has not invoked, neither reckoned ( the L.O.R.D. )
who has not called up from any-- ah! past!
an disagreement to any alas-- to know!
History is summed.-- the rescued, recusing
have afore need of manna and rest
and only ever to recollect
from what -- else whomever were and where--
their terror and their foe.
less the ranger than the wrath is he;
the ages' tribulations are wont any to suffer
for to suffer the plight of having as a people
one and all the terror of having forgot--
such woe.
ah! the things I have seen
Earthquake rumble tides of fall in fool
fowl hanged-- crows foot head like a compass
needle stitched into the soil to Hades and Hell
-- some branch aghast and loosely withered--
one eye like the dark an' evil mystics orb
shroud of death-- that life had ever known
the winds that tell the weathers' Omen--
crows foot crippled by a noose to writhe in misery
-- foreboding, yet a woeful act of who
( not I; that I have seen )
foreboding woe that ever I were a man who thought to walk
in some unpathed wood would be kind-- either, pleasant
to the soul-- some beauty where humankind
might have left undefiled Nature
a crow noosed by foot upon a (string!) ah! ow!
woe! oh! O! no! ( I ) who did find where-- in Appalachia
hanged over the mountain hill and rise of my own home by foot a crow
O mercy! the mountain hill in horrors' grasp
the Ancient Heights brought low.
Reminds me of the thousands of battles I’ve fought, monsters, gods, all of them have tried to claim me. I don’t let them anymore. That psalm is a good reminder of what life really is.
Hi,
Are these lines from any book?
If yes can you please tell me the name of the book?
even though people might not remember what you did in your life but God knows and he's proud of you and saying it's ok am here keep going it will be ok because I'll be with you
Thanks!
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Please put all videos with Persian subtitles.
can you tell me the voiceover tutorial please
Staying put is a choice! Habit10x helped me shift gears and now I'm unstoppable!
I too am tired of my history defining my future. I see the place I'm in and it's a shadow for me. Time to move on.
"And from the time that the daily sacrifice shall be taken away, and the abomination that maketh desolate set up, there shall be a thousand two hundred and ninety days.
Blessed is he that waiteth, and cometh to the thousand three hundred and five and thirty days.
But go thou thy way till the end be: for thou shalt rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the days."
The Book of the Honorable Prophet Daniel; regarding the time of Indignation.
The bar should be sat higher 😅
Any ladies here?
I understand 🖤❤️❤️🩹
I thought I died inside my house and life was gone and it will be greatest to be bothered with times
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....until I get a job!
Don't wait for shit, make shit happen!
Wooaahh, my friend this is depressing.... can't you find something else to talk?
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Try working a part time dead-end job while living with your mother.
Change your fate
You are Pakistani
I am Hebrew so are they and the Assyrians and Palestinians all from the tribes were coming and you can't stop it
Dramatic street crapper 🎻 💩
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