There He is, there in that Place where Royalty is Not Found Yet

There He is, there in that Place where
Royalty is Not Found Yet

There He is, there in that place Where Royalty is Not Found Yet – there has not ever been such royalty ever Grace a place as this.

They had for thousands of years awaited his birth. They looked for it. They prayed for it.

Will he come of this family?

Will he come of that family?

Will he look like his father?

Will he have his eyes?

Will he have the ears of his mother?

Will he have a discerning mind? Will he rescue his people from their oppressors?

Will he be given sound instructions?

Who will be his teacher?

Who will keep him protected until the time he overthrows the harshness of slavery upon his family?

Who shall break the yoke of bondage upon his household?

Will he learn obedience by the things in which he suffered?

Which father will he listen to more? His earthen father or his heavenly?

Which mother shall he give the ear for his instruction?

Was he born of the earth or of Heaven?

Was he given a body for his rightful citizenship on the earth yet claimed he was not of this world?

What would they call him?

What would they say of him? He is out of his mind. He hangs out with sinners and tax collectors and whores. Will they treat him kindly?

Will they honor the prince?

Will they desire the riches of his kingdom, the place prepared for him since before creation?

Will they limit him, will they convince him he is unfit, unworthy to be the son of god?

Will they trap him in his words? Will they give him counsel who has been instructed by both those of Heaven and the earth. Shall the clay speak to the seed and say it has no need for him?

Can the clay the earth brings forth fruit?

Is the rain for the earth or the seed in the earth. Dust clouds without water moved about by all manner of doctrine.

O’ seed hear the voice of your father, count it not strange when the Lord has found you out on the day of your visitation. Would it be shouted out from the mountain tops?

It is shouted out in secret upon this heap of earthen rubble. Is a light placed under a basket?

Or rather stop a hill?

A measure of a man? Consider the ant the perspective of him. Who shall to us we didn’t know, we did not understand. How can one understand the mind of Christ. A constant hiddenness!

Cry aloud, shout turn up the volume, but your ears have become dull and your understanding like the dog who insists his hinder parts are not his enemy. What shall his purpose be to swallow a camel and strain at a gnat.

To gain the whole world yet lose your soul?

Who are you of?

What is your name?

What is your father and mother’s name?

You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. How can you being of the earth tell me things of Heaven? As a man thinketh so, is he?

Who do you think you are son of the morning? Keeper of the light. O’ seed of your father, faithful and true.

Of whom should you ask forgiveness?

Of when you have not offended one righteous statute broken not one heavenly precept yes you are without offense.

Yet those that are around you are offense to you. What is your crime, what evil has he done? In him there is not any shadow of turning.

How can you turn to the left and to the right?

O’ seed of the Most Righteous Sower. Where is your seed, where is the little thing in which I entrusted? Beelzebub, unrighteous, defiled, winebibber, glutton friend to tax collectors and sinners.

Really there is unrighteousness in God. Iniquity transgression and sin flow forth fro his royal loins? Is his tree corrupt and its fruit and the seed within it is tainted and mingled?

Spoiled as the earthen perceives spoil. He hath told you that?

Hath God birthed you o’ son, o’ daughter to be born of a spirit that is contemptible?

Is he contemptible?

You that are born of the above?

Have you known citizenship there?

Have you not buried your old seed in the waters of Baptism. Accounted it twice dead, first in trespass and sin and then continued unto its burial in baptismal waters!

Yet you o’ son o’ daughter say it is alive?

Do you speak in offense to God our King? Let the dead bury the dead, Come follow me. Are that God has declared dead, living?

Are those whom God hath declared broods of vipers, sons of their father the devil?

Are they the sons of your Heavenly Father?

You say they are good people is anyone but God truly good? You tell me is your carnal man without sin?

Have you sinned?

Have you lied?

Have you transgressed the law?

Are you under the law o’ citizen of earth?

Are we under law or do we establish the law?

You take those of the household of God before law?

What law, law established by God? Certainly not law established by men who are dead in their trespass and sin, and you say it’s the law of the land, and you are correct. It’s earthen carnal and tainted. The lower laws change but the higher law the heavenly law remains!

Love God with all your heart, where you not given a new heart?

With all your soul?

With all your strength? But now a new and even better Covenant. With all your mind for we have the mind of Christ. A new and far exceedingly better covenant not of a sound heart but a sound mind.

What shall his work be o’ father of the faithful and true what will he or she do. Shall they sow shall they water shall they make his paths straight? Will he continue to wait to begin?

Does he or she not know the harshness of sin?

Why do you continue in it? It’s not for you it’s for all the others earthen sisters’ brothers all born of another mother not the Spirit if you will hear it.

Who told you that? I did and Wisdom is justified by her children Most Excellent Adorned Holy Spirit let them hear it, let them fear it. Adorn the Bride for your son, the one faithful and true, what shall we do? Resist its certainty it’s must, it’s spotless blemish lessness?

Bring down your fire and your rain of the two they came but then one of whom they too never sought after never knew. A mystery an intrigue a league of his own desiring to set all things straight, never to negate the value of His Bride nor His children His Kingdom is what he kept building. There was nothing he desired more than the feeding and nourishing of His children.

The Bride who hath wept due to their destruction he was sent to right the wrongs, give a new song put new words in their mouths and turn away the ones who were from the south. He made their way. Most certainly he taught them to look behind the curtain.

To know for certain the stopping of the bleeding the conceding the endless cleaving his children beaten and broken these words ceased to be spoken. Broken and tattered, the Bride arose to her glory her rightful place standing before the eyes of her beloved face to face whether in the light or in the dark hidden or for all to see it’s the measure I’ve been given can you see?

It’s the rhyme, it’s the poem of all that is knowing. Who do you think you are? A sinner? Not if you are His you are an epitomized perfection full of all heavenly protection and affection but till now you may have not known it.

They tell you who you are because they hope you aren’t the one that paints your doorpost that calls the assembly the roast of all that is to be offered, the denier the accuser the scoffer.

What do they offer the living, what heavenly goods do they offer, look how is your earthen condition did they see you?

Do they listen to you?

Do they care?

Have they considered your struggle?

Have they not turned a blind eye to your lack?

Have they not subtlety caused your years to seem worth nothing?

What will they do to trade your time for your children and make them slaves also?

They tell you to pay taxes and of those things you make certain otherwise you will be hurt. Be sure and get your forty hours build us larger towers, and after we’ve built them we’ll send you a few flowers to put in your casket.

O’ light that’s been put under a basket. How long o’ children of the Most High will you remain low. Wallowing in the muck and the more as though you answer not to the higher.

You are not of the world you are above it. How easy and simple it would be to obey all the rules yet increase the more to give to all who are in need to eliminate greed and lack, cause captivity to become captive and give that thought stripes upon its back and send it away empty.

We are the horn of plenty, but we don’t know it that’s why it’s so glad to meet ya greet ya seat ya at my table. It’s truth not a fable my brothers sowing churches in their midst they don’t know it he might not either.

But it’s to twist it fir those that have missed its hard to keep a secret, so I hide it in long posts but as for the Kingdom a toast for what is upon us it’s here, thousands and thousands of years many millions of tears but finally the conclusion the utter solution for all to witness the …..

Coming of the chiefery the Sower has come and now the reaper not to do harm no need for an alarm, but things are changing they already have for healing the salve. The healing of the eyes, the strengthening of thighs, a greater understanding and accounting of confessions, life lessons utter blessings and beauty bounty like the world has never seen!

What do you mean they won’t understand it they’ll just desire to be part of it. It’s from Above of the Love the Dove that kissed Him and has kissed us missed us so much and now has become so present in our midst words will need to spoke to break the bondage and the spokes of the gin, listen children we win, but not like spoken of the pathetic prophetic but as the voice make a choice o’ you nations I AM a voice to this generation, you don’t know who you are, but you will and when your certain the curtain will be removed and the window of Heaven will be opened and none shall be able to refrain it, allow it to happen.

Awake! O’ sleeper from your nappin! They shall say what is happening it’s hidden; he’s covered your mouths and closed his ears from your grumbling and your dishonor! Shut your mouths! There’s someone speaking leaking my glory of a new story one who has My Family and I in Glory.

How did you think it would happen were the words not spoken? You call yourselves broken, that’s the ticket a token, you are the seed of his loins the treasure without measure all of this was for your pleasure not your flesh you double minded dreamers.

You think the Sower of the greatest seed that’s ever existed is mocked??!! You missed it!! Kiss it goodbye! The tears that you cry on my altar my strength my joy my thanksgiving my praise my worship shall never again faulter! Strike a pose a celebration for the fruition to come a pouring out of my Spirit like has never been for mentioned!

They shall come from all nations to taste of the fruition. The perfect nutrition for my children and they shall all come to maturity and produce more seed of their own. None will lack and of its increase there will be no end until your enemies are at peace with you.

Then shall be fulfilled what was spoken, sit at my right hand while I make your enemies your foot stool. Feed your children o’ God the gates of hell are not prevailing against us. We are Your Heavenly Host ten thousands of your saints and we shall save them all both the just and the unjust.

Let your Peace come O’ Prince of peace!

You there! Do you know who you are, where are you from? Who has your word?

Who has the Lord given you ears to hear?

Blessed are you who are not offended in me. I am for you and not against. Don’t judge me by the outward but never the lesser the inner, the son of the Son of God not the outward the sinner.

Winner set down here and I’ll tell you what’s for dinner.

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Regards, Shan

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