Sweet Lord, in the pleasantries of the Garden, marmalade me in Your loveliness of Grace. You are so beautiful in every way. You know what belongs to our peace, and you know all our wishes and dreams. God, full of splendor of beatitudes of love, I love you. You make my whole world go round, and make the waters run clear. Yahvael, Prince of Sweet Prints, You help us in every way; and for that I am eternally thankful. You dot the flowers with Your Love tears so that they may sing a tune back to You that rings joyfulness to Your ears. I am waiting patiently, humbly. Amen and Amen.

Something had happened to the earth. The earth had been destroyed, but it destroyed itself in layers. The first layer was the Eiffel Tower, and then it was the trees, grass, soil, sand and then the water. As soon as that happened a voice told me that it was no trouble for God to reproduce individuals; Gabriel was going to be in charge of this reproducing act

Sweet Ting-a-Lings, Purr in my ear.
Yahvael, You’re like raindrops that glisten and glide over the leaves,
That glisten and glide down my face.
How I just want to splash myself in Your rain.

Let the mind flow, and the heart reach.
O’ ye of little faith; do not trail your muck around in your circle.
Come unto Yahvael. Put your worries, dreams, plans, before the altar.\

Our Father,,,,,Yahvael, will take those things which we dwell our hearts on and make them into something wonderful. Yahvael understands how important these things are. Who yet better than Yah to handle such things, so that we may be free and seek the Kingdom of God?

Let not the devil’s rhythm tricks strike you down.
Haven’t you dilly-dallied in the dark long enough?
Don’t ponder in the negative zone; it will not get you far. Let the winds of Yahvael’s breath come upon you and make you whole. Don’t stew over your own muck….. What good is that, when only seconds away Yahveal’s Love waits behind your doors? Yahs calling you to come and be wrapped in Yahs Loveliness of Love. Break the bond that binds you; cut the cord.

Such Masterful Arts You have displayed before us, O’ Lord. If I stop painting for even a second, I know that you will gently place Your hand over mine and guide to the next segment of the painting that needs to be colored. Spring up, O’ Well, for there is a new dawn of a new day. Sprinkle us with Your Holy glitter. Let the mist of Yahvael’s honey drips leave your pores feeling glad. Yahveal, You are graceful even as you walk upon the rocks. You make them tingle with your exhilaration. Father, there is a mystery to solve in myself. I do not understand this mystery, yet I know You do. I know there are things yet for me: things I have not heard, seen, or felt. I do not know what the future holds, but this I do know: I have faith, and I will hold onto that faith. Selah!

Prisms and punctual dots dance around You.

I breathe; I curve; I sow.

What is this pounding in my heart that says, ” Reach out and touch the stars; your calling has come”? I skippity skip; I prance. My feet will not touch the ground. I am skipping on the everlasting cloud that has been made by Yahvael’s breath of Life. When you feel lonely, depressed, and so on, don’t give up. Will you feel satisfied giving up?

Let the surge of Your engeries run through my veins;
Let me feel the Ah-Ah of Your spirit.

Let the murky waters run clear, and the spirits fly high.

Let the clear waters mixed with Yahveal’s honey dew stream through your ears like liquid rain. Be contentious not; for the birds are resting in heights, and the lamb is but a babe. Prince of Peace, be with us through the trials until the end of this world. Lift us up to where we belong. As you breathe Your life through our nostrils, our spirits will quicken and yearn to be with our Father from up above. Father, Master of lights, surely, in Your masterful plan, all can be saved and nothing is fate; for we have destinies that have been breaded and set forth on the table. I Love you, Yahvael; I will rest in your covers of relaxation

Let me hear the angels' chorus of the Coming of Christ and sweet tambourines play upon Yah's arrival. May I walk side by side with my Father who art in heaven. Father if there is a way for me to slide the way you want me to go a little faster, then let it be according to Your will and time. I know I have yet alot to learn but my Soul is thirsty, and my ears are open. I feel ready for whatever task you may put on my lap. Father, You know of the things which I have prayed for. So now I will render those things to You, and I believe that You can take care of them. Lead me into the Light of Ah-Ah; I am a believer of Your Word.

Impulsion of the mind swirl curves around and about

Delicate Flower, come out of the blue and the doo that hides your true beauty of wonderment. Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and all shall be added unto you. Sometimes we are ignorant of this Scripture of adornment, O' Father. Be patient with us; some of us need time to change, but surely you understand this. I Love you, Thy Precious Babe of the Lamb Seed. You don't look down on us:

Whisper sweet thunderings of Your voice through my ears: do that I might hear the darling voice of Yahvael's Love-to-Life Breath. Sweet nectar of honeycombs drip off the strands of Your hair. I will catch them with my bucket. Your fingertips are aglow from the vibrations of Love that You bare.