Showing posts with label JOURNAL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JOURNAL. Show all posts

Thursday, 25 September 2025

STRANGER (the story)

 


STRANGER (the story)


The taking of America is much like seducing a woman.

Some skill is required before raping her.



watch the clip/video STRANGER 25 below/bottom










For those new to the Sunday Sermon, I ask that we join

in prayer … bow your heads … 


If my people, which are called by my name

shall humble themselves and pray, and seek my face and

shall turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from Heaven,

and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.


II Chronicles 7:14



Friends … laymen, lackeys and lackluster loyalists.

Our healing requires courage & charisma. That’s where I come in.

That be ME. Your sterling servant and salacious sycophant in waiting.

The Star Spangled Banner isn’t just our calling, it’s a service.

Submit to Jesus and elevate your service - to God and country.


Praise be.


Another glorious day brethren.  An opportunity to frame your future.

Welcome to our Lord’s labyrinth. A safe place to stay, pray & play

but act NOW! Yes, this is a one time offer …


Up to 90% off but only if you subscribe today. No refunds, no returns.

Our Father is a busy man with a preeminent plan. Thank you.

Your patronage is a prelude to peace and prosperity.

We must listen and learn from his grace in his humility.

Rejoicing in mankind’s newfound hyper-masculinity.


Our first topic for today’s mass moratorium? Discipline.











Don’t talk to strangers! 

What did I TELL you? 


What happened? Did you forget the rule? Get over here. NOW!

For the most part, this conclusion is buried in the master’s mind.

It’s all rather alarming how quickly our little ones forget. BAD girl!

Sitting on his lap, wrapping her ambient arms around him … sad.

That prurient pout - pronounced in her punitive positioning.


That faint floral fragrance - soft supple skin - simple. 


My God, you’re beautiful … 

Kissing you on the cheek, breathing into your ear …

caressing your bare leg up and under your mini-skirt.

Sweet sixteen; sultry - seriously sumptuous. Stupid AF lol.

In this scolding sermon, in a dramatic design … dripping.


Right. Let’s just make one thing perfectly clear …

as your celebrated caretaker, I’m here to take care of you.

It’s about your Daddy need.  Shall we proceed?


Pay attention … listen and learn.

What I need you to understand, is why I’m in charge here. 















An hour earlier …


Crowded frequencies - razor hocus pocus focus. I think I see her.

YES! Let’s pull a rabbit out of hat shall we? At long last, jubilation.

Tall, fair, legs, languid, liquid. Limping into me. Laminating my loins,

brandishing my brand before buffing my bishop and worshipping my willy.

 

Crowd noise — silent slurs under my breath, as my furious faith frothing …

busting nut after nut. Jesus. Need to ignore that. I’m a semi-stacked party pack

In willowy weather, prone to ball blasting pleasure in my teeny weeny treasure trove.

In a boisterous buffet of honey bunny bimbos. Razor hocus pocus focus - wait. 

Shit! Do I need a condom? Na. Protection is for protagonists. Wakey wakey.

Time to meet snaky. 


The seduction is silent, succulent, sensuous, soft, slippery, sticky …

Hey stranger. It’s not that I’m here to hurt you; God forbid - no!

I just want to take you to my special place where almost no one goes.

The promised land is so much more than they claim it is, and I have access,

Let me show you. Sinful, sensuous schematic - simple. Milk and honey.

You like nice things, yes? I have money. Lots and lots of money.


Your vacuous vernacular is sweet. Where did you say you were from?

Slovenia? Nice. You look hot baby. Nice ass. As you can see, I’m a good catch.

Dance for me.


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In closing: 


Lord Jesus, we thank you for loving us despite our many stumbles and failings.

Please forgive our missteps and guide us as we seek to serve you wholeheartedly.

Lord, please help us to be faithful followers of Christ. Praying for your acceptance.

Help us never to be ashamed to live our lives according to your commands.


We long to be more like you.

Amen.











He tells me that I’m beautiful; that he needs me

That I’m good at what I do. A good girl.

I’m loved here. 








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Tuesday, 2 September 2025

HEALER 25 (Sunday Sermon)

 


E A L E R

what the world needs
is a healer



watch the video clip THE FIRST TWILIGHT (below/bottom)






  




it's an assumption

that fundamentally, we're all equal - embedded in the constitution
here in Canada especially - then there's "karma" 
then there's reality - the judgements - the walls of shame 
welcome to the fear factory - centuries of criminal behaviour
in a cold con, conditionally condoned & carried on

adverse anomalies creating chaos - abort, alpha one charlie delta fox 
I'm going down - mayday - mayday - mayday
"requesting an emergency rescue evac - unknown co-ordinates 
crash and burn scenario situation - with respect
just get your ass into gear - now sir"



  I need a healer


fiery flames
little chance of recovery
vigilant voices - shadowy shape shifters
downward spiral - smoking spin - searing 
reverberation - condemnation into redemption
in this angry apparition approaching 
grounded by gravity and grit 
blunt force - a loud black thud

silence












she lies next to me - shields down - surrender 


darkened room - in port - docked - respite repair
only it's a haze - a dream - years ago with her
is this real?

in our bedroom - early on

reaching over and touching my wounded shoulder during intimacy
when time stood still - before anything mattered - this
 a genuine gesture that feels good - caring
in weeping war crimes - realizing time is tenuous
and that life is just this benevolent IV drip
 and beeping blip on my vacuous ventilator


in this moment - stillness
in her precious presence

 
"you - are a healer", a simple acknowledgement 
spoken quietly in this gift of grace and humility
empathy - compassion - deliverance - she receives the message in form
no expectation - only loving, accepting resolve - nothing matters
only what is right here - right now ... you are everything
and you are nothing

"shhh - close your eyes now - sleep dear"


that caress along my high hair line
that soft kiss on my cheek - drifting
into my slippery slumber
ah ... home 


no attachment - no shame - no pretension - no fallout - no "discussion"
no need to pretend and/or hide behind anything 
no cruel constructions  - no billowing blame - no borderlines











when she walks into a room  
my heart goes bing - bang - boom - "mommy"!
waning in my winter - heart pounding - so real OMG 
so right there - I could touch her - shivering shaking
I feel colder - wait, what's happening here?

yes, we all are conditioned to give and take according to the plan
braised on high heat from the very beginning - barbecued beef 
 deliciously sauced and served with a side of our choice 


for some it's religion - for others it's faith 
for others it's a simple good nights sleep
awakening into resolution and refreshment

  


I LOVE YOU
fading fast in my final destination
one last thought - in this
distant dissertation


women taught me how to appreciate
men taught me how to dissipate
despise, disassemble, distract
it doesn't matter who I am - or what I stand for
it's not about my conquests or my fears, regrets
accomplishments - mistakes
none of that


it's about my intention
in my willingness to let go of everything
right here - right now











most men
want more
less is more


silence


what the world needs
is a healer
















for ross laing










source music w/michel sanchez & éric mouquet 


ashes & snow
a gregory colbert film




additional stills 
by jim lamarche














optimized for night vision


a jim lamarche remix
from the album ONE LIFE
assembled in photoshop, logic audio & final cut

featuring the Roland System 8


































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