And These Are The Descendants Of The Beauty Rescued From The Hands Of The Beast: Beast Of Beauty, Featuring, King Bridegroom Phearson Mycal McPhearson and Queen Bride Regan Central Whitehead
The Unending Love Antidote ...The African Juttah Genealogy, 1986-2016/2026/3036
The Tombola Genealogy, Holy, Temple, April, 17, 1986/2026/3036 into Infinity, God's Kingdom Reign
The Unending Love Antidote ...The African Juttah Genealogy, 1986-2016/2026/3036
The Tombola Genealogy, Holy, Temple, April, 17, 1986/2026/3036 into Infinity, God's Kingdom Reign
Unto Phearson Mycal McPhearson and Regan Central Whitehead was born their first son Herenton Egan Lowd III, their second son Tyson Dimitri McPhearson and a son Skylar Mycal McPhearson and a daughter Brandy Eriel Whitehead
Mark Scene, Genesis Marriage Worshipers, XVII and VII, It's CXXXI Matrix Counts
Mark Scene, Genesis Marriage Worshipers, XVII and VII, It's CXXXI Matrix Counts
-Father, the only way I’m to understand this unmerited grace out of such a horrid reaping of faithlessness is Christ alone hath gotten us all this indescribable for all of eternity victory, thus not to lean unto our own understanding, this fertile quest of rebellious man. Then you give me him, this inconceivable of a holy man, not to be or practice vainglory I know where I would be without him.” A praying Regan Central not realizing, but sitting the floor, laying his head into the door post, eyes leaking closed, a smitten heart conjoin to hers, husband was as usual this close. “I fret father I admit, you knowing this heart, you once having given it, but not as fear, for fear is the penitentiary where marshaled at their contrived gates are damning fallen angels. But faith Father, Christ, though it too is a reformatory, it is a true, wondrous freedom of choice guarded and commanded by you of Holy Spirits, this strait gate, path to you, even to our Prince King, I read somewhere, Prince of peace. Somehow and as usual you’ve taken that desecrating the heart and by divine soil, it’s neutralizing blood revised to us a son, a Herenton Egan Lowd the III, so proud of him are parents Phearson Mycal McPhearson and Regan Central Whitehead, as always and forever trusting in all that you do, all glory and honor father be to you. Deliver our soul from the sword, our darling from the power of the dog, save us from the Lion’s mouth, for thou hast heard us from the horns of the unicorn, Amen precious father, amen.” That when she had finished praying, did she tip toe as discreetly back into the room, calmly eased into the bed, where a pretending to slumber Phearson did lay topside, with her need be, being under protective covers, and gently laid her head into a soothing breath of her pillow even having this slightest smell of him, fully hoping she’d not by him, been detected, so beautiful for situation as always, Regan Central Whitehead, McPhearson, Apb, see more here, www.phearson2.blogspot.com
From Poetry Rising 04/09/2003,
…The Interval…
-Whether it’s Nicholas Edin summoning his Tiffany Ann, or Sioux Noel his Maaseiah Adonai or Christian Cros his Lord Urusalim eternal ‘Failing Nights’is a heartfelt admission inconceivable of how lonesome. Or how we, mankind long for his one single, most proficient, even God induced love affair so immortal…Henceforth this Apostle give you…
Failing Nights
-My Dear Maaseiah, the failing nights are laying a foundation of solitude and isolation is all but drilling lastingness and continuance has to offer. It is those encounters you hold fast, as well their well-versed voices, chatter and laughter and soon. Just as soon a sunup bring on its heel an even more drooling after dark than lonesomeness. How to spend this great imperilment I beseech thee, this dismal archenemy and my sole heart its sitting duck?
-Although this night judiciously contiguous and adjacent to impending regions. Another half sown apart and away from me by an inevitable yet unyielding loathing, where art thou immortal life, love? When art thou? We're discovered tend toward our cognition, we're blasted with shamefacedness and yes leaning there where we will not, or it's perhaps cannot, we're incapable of realizing the heart of man, his kind.
-However beloved who is to care? Capable instead are we at comprehending the heart of the Supreme, whose heart upon which I'm twin. Yes I'm twofold and retrieved as one anguishing extensively in the direction of my undying one. That we neither overdraw nor desist but hope for one the other, summoning ourselves to an appointment of performing singleness.
-This night so distinctive, imperiling me so, breaking down a given up soul, hark tis a voice "remember from whence thou art broken and mend, mend it say mend and bring thyself again.” Accounted for and absorbed, a sharp, eerie silence in my shadow's blood. He is those fallen in love, I heard you so well, a cup of trembling, overflowing and spilled.
-Today thou begun a voyage into the bewitching hour, collaborating with time's duration on its intended cower. En route for eternity art my love gone deep, how deep my love, indeed what character, which stage, as I'm to discover unremittingly thy loathsome fate? Yes thou art mine immortal, the occurrence of a wild yonder breeze, recover thy beloved again, I beseech thee. From Beast of Beauty, fea. Maaseiah Adonai and Arise Sioux Noel, Wr. By: Patricia A Bradford, Apostle, The Rising Above Ministry (RAM) (c) copyright 2008-2014
The First Female, Marriage Supper
-Like portrayed in this amazing work, the first ever I spoke out in an unknown tongue I was in the heavens, in a space there, looking into the second heavens (universe), then upon the first heavens and soon all nations of the world below. Justly looking down and speaking unto them in a tongue unknown to me a toll but was it understood in every language upon the earth. Immediately I thought to myself how could men of the world take something as extraordinary as the unknown tongue issuing up from, seemingly through every fiber of my being and blood? Just as so how could they take something so beyond description and rise up instead into spirits of envy, jealousy, strife and every evil work? Into apostate churches, congregations and preachers, preaching, into abominable lives, lands and churches?
-Truly primetime television is inundated with what is being labored ‘Reality TV,’ their not realizing what’s transpiring in heaven is what could be the church bride and the first female, even human remnant ever to ascend to the Kingdom of Heaven. How the Holy Spirits that be want you to realize how by the living word from Genesis to Revelation there is only one reality. That’s one divine practicality, how the earth at present, the heavens, the fullness thereof is the Lord God, all of which is passing away into a newness unthinkable per His Kingdom Coming. Whereas only those who worship Elohim as of Jesus Christ’s Cross is the only human remnant which is to reign with them forever, forget going green, go red, even white, the redeeming blood of Christ’s Cross, again I give you Lord Urusalem, www,lordurusalem.blogsspot.com
From Poetry Rising 04/09/2003,
…The Interval…
-Whether it’s Nicholas Edin summoning his Tiffany Ann, or Sioux Noel his Maaseiah Adonai or Christian Cros his Lord Urusalim eternal ‘Failing Nights’is a heartfelt admission inconceivable of how lonesome. Or how we, mankind long for his one single, most proficient, even God induced love affair so immortal…Henceforth this Apostle give you…
Failing Nights
-My Dear Maaseiah, the failing nights are laying a foundation of solitude and isolation is all but drilling lastingness and continuance has to offer. It is those encounters you hold fast, as well their well-versed voices, chatter and laughter and soon. Just as soon a sunup bring on its heel an even more drooling after dark than lonesomeness. How to spend this great imperilment I beseech thee, this dismal archenemy and my sole heart its sitting duck?
-Although this night judiciously contiguous and adjacent to impending regions. Another half sown apart and away from me by an inevitable yet unyielding loathing, where art thou immortal life, love? When art thou? We're discovered tend toward our cognition, we're blasted with shamefacedness and yes leaning there where we will not, or it's perhaps cannot, we're incapable of realizing the heart of man, his kind.
-However beloved who is to care? Capable instead are we at comprehending the heart of the Supreme, whose heart upon which I'm twin. Yes I'm twofold and retrieved as one anguishing extensively in the direction of my undying one. That we neither overdraw nor desist but hope for one the other, summoning ourselves to an appointment of performing singleness.
-This night so distinctive, imperiling me so, breaking down a given up soul, hark tis a voice "remember from whence thou art broken and mend, mend it say mend and bring thyself again.” Accounted for and absorbed, a sharp, eerie silence in my shadow's blood. He is those fallen in love, I heard you so well, a cup of trembling, overflowing and spilled.
-Today thou begun a voyage into the bewitching hour, collaborating with time's duration on its intended cower. En route for eternity art my love gone deep, how deep my love, indeed what character, which stage, as I'm to discover unremittingly thy loathsome fate? Yes thou art mine immortal, the occurrence of a wild yonder breeze, recover thy beloved again, I beseech thee. From Beast of Beauty, fea. Maaseiah Adonai and Arise Sioux Noel, Wr. By: Patricia A Bradford, Apostle, The Rising Above Ministry (RAM) (c) copyright 2008-2014
The First Female, Marriage Supper
-Like portrayed in this amazing work, the first ever I spoke out in an unknown tongue I was in the heavens, in a space there, looking into the second heavens (universe), then upon the first heavens and soon all nations of the world below. Justly looking down and speaking unto them in a tongue unknown to me a toll but was it understood in every language upon the earth. Immediately I thought to myself how could men of the world take something as extraordinary as the unknown tongue issuing up from, seemingly through every fiber of my being and blood? Just as so how could they take something so beyond description and rise up instead into spirits of envy, jealousy, strife and every evil work? Into apostate churches, congregations and preachers, preaching, into abominable lives, lands and churches?
-Truly primetime television is inundated with what is being labored ‘Reality TV,’ their not realizing what’s transpiring in heaven is what could be the church bride and the first female, even human remnant ever to ascend to the Kingdom of Heaven. How the Holy Spirits that be want you to realize how by the living word from Genesis to Revelation there is only one reality. That’s one divine practicality, how the earth at present, the heavens, the fullness thereof is the Lord God, all of which is passing away into a newness unthinkable per His Kingdom Coming. Whereas only those who worship Elohim as of Jesus Christ’s Cross is the only human remnant which is to reign with them forever, forget going green, go red, even white, the redeeming blood of Christ’s Cross, again I give you Lord Urusalem, www,lordurusalem.blogsspot.com
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