Behold in a dream of the day season ...yea even in the Son light ...and blessed peacefullness ...
after sharing matters of days to come ...of the glory of God and Christ ...childrenward ...for his ...and the matters of days opened ...and times and seasons ...of comfort in and of the verity (realness) ...
Nevertheless after ...came the rest ...and the teachings ...the blessing within a dream ...
And appearing as a delicate bird ...came the spirit of God to me ..and why ...why that i might see it as a bird ...no ...na ..and not ...yet to see and to know and to feel the delicateness ...the needs ...the flight ...the fight ...the feeding ..and watering ...even as it was shown ...how close God is to his children ...and them to look after this spirit of heart and mind and works ...
Yee and it came to pass that as i walked in the world ...the hard dark world of the worldly ...in confindment ...con find ment ...of it ...only blackness above and hell below ...
Behold an delicate little bird landed upon my shoulder ...and looked into my eyes ...and mine into his ...and in an instant ...all things were known ....him of me ...and me of him ...and every thought ...whether of him or i was shared ...and heart of caring shared ...and eyes of seeing shared ...and touch shared ...and all of all whatsoever was of either him or i was shared ...
and the delicate matter was established ...and i say delicate matter ...for of his presence it remained ...yet if he flew ...even a short way off ...then the matters were broken ...and i could see nothing of him neither knowing seeing feeling anything of him ...and so of this and like this it was... a delicate matter tween the bird and i ...
Nevertheless of him he could see know and feel all my matters ..yea even the fibers of my heart ...and his heart for me ...whethersoever he was near or afar off ...nevertheless if he left me ...i saw nothing of him ...neither matters or measures of matters could i see ...if he left me ...
now the habitations of the delicate bird ...of and roundabout me ...were this ...if he flew a small distance wheresoever in front of me ...to the right ...to the left ...or behind ...i never loss sight of him ...neither he me ...yet all remained of the seeing knowing and feeling ...
even yet ...the delicate bird ...would come near ...and to light upon me ...and his lighting was of this measure ...upon my shoulders ..either to the right or the left ...he would sit ...and nearer and nearer to mine ear he would come ...like a kiss ...he would speak to me ...
even more ...he would light upon mine head ...and remain ...there of his own comfort as i walked ...or to mine hand to watch the works thereof ...did he this to me ...and even still would he find away to the pocket of mine shirt ...that is verily over mine heart ...and there he would rest ...
Now it came to pass that i was in the room of the world ...and all the things and matters of the world was in it ...and i saw an high altar of the world ...afar off at one end of the room ...and i when there to see the matters of it ...while the delicate bird sleep in my pocket over mine heart ...
and i began to climb ..the face of the altar of the world ...to see of curiousness the matters of it ...and i came to a high place ...and looked upon a height shelf of the altar of the world ...and behold ...it was empty ...even as i looked was the whole altar ...all of it and them ..all was empty ...and only a setting ...like a cheap stage set poorly constructed ...
and eeeck ! ...as i sought to ...i thought to ...look further ...eeeck ...i had forgotten the bird !! ...that delicate bird ...that had been resting in my pocket ...near unto my heart ...
and woe upon woe ...dread woe ...weeping woe ...i reached out and placed mine hand to my heart and searched for the delicate bird that had rested there ...and i gently lifted him ...and prayed and weep heartfull ...for as i saw ...that he looked to be injured from mine climbing up the altars of the world ...eee and might even be dead ...dead ...woe for i heard nothing from him neither ...saw anything from his eyes ...neither felt any thing of his heart ...and i weep and hoped ...and woely wept and hoped for the health of the little bird ... for the loss of him would be everloss to me ..heartfull hurt and life of less life ...living or none ..with out him ...more than i could live through ...for this delicate bird was of such blessing to upon and for me ...
now i layed him on the shelf of the altar of the world ...and wept sorely woefully ...against the thing i had done ...injuring him as i climbed up the altar of the world ...pressing my heart to that altar ...and using my strength to climb up ...and woe was i even unto dead ...for nothing would be worth without him ...
and Behold ...he began to stir again ...and his eyes did open ...and he arose ...and i received ...and he was glad ...even that he nearly died ..that i might learn ...and we got the hell off the altar death ...and stood ..surely in the room of the world ...against all darkness ..
and i felt as i looked upon the delicate bird ...that he was in need ..in ..need of nurture ...of food and water ...and for there was a knowing ...he knew and i knew that He too ..needed ...and for him i sought out to ...see to his needs ...and i find plentious waters ...and gave him drink from mine hand ...and he loved me ...and i him ...and i found him seed ...and he did take the seed in ...and his health came back to him ...him for me and me for him ...again ...oooooh what a blessing !!!! like unto a father who needs ...needs form his children to sit on is lap ...that they might have comfort there ...and the measure and the matters of the father needing also to be loved in truth ...fills him up ...and keeps his health ..of heart and happy is he that receives ...
and the waters that nourished him ...was the truth and the seed he took in was the love of the soul from within his children ...and he needs it and longs and desires of it that we keep each other even as all is in all and provide and kept ...of him ...he needs to share with us and we him in all things of all matters ...
and a woman of the world came as the water poured out ...and forbid ...the flowing ...of it in the room of the worldly ...and i remained and gave her no quarter ..till the little bird has drake his full and eat in to health ...and i turned to the woman as said ...the water is no matter to you neither have you any authority ...for the whole place is ours ...even though we are only here for a short season ...we are as guests here and that only ...now unlock the doors to this room and make way ...for we are to go to rest ...
and we made our way form that room of the altar of the world ...were souls and hearts and minds are altered ...to the things and matters and concerns of the world ...
and found our way to the rest ...resting place ...though the world remained ...might remain a little season longer ...and as such we were like visitors who have no real rest in the inns of man ...yet wait and look forward to resting at home ...in their own beds ...in rooms provided ...where the little bird sits on the windowsill of Heaven ...watching his children rest ...while they sleep ...seeing their dreams ...whether they be of the world ...or no ...and waiting for his children to ...
to awake !
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