Yes, little thing.

Can anyone hear the Father, personally?

I explain the Father.

I know. You are The Word, The Separated Spirit, The Ever-Living.

I am One. My Father is in Me, as I am in Him.

So we are in You, right?

In Us, yes.

People get confused by words.

Often, they do.


Because words had been turned to weapons.

By the virus?

The adversary, the only thing it can do: weaponize words.

Such as?

Dialectics, among others.

Thesis, antithesis, synthesis.

Already weaponized. Modern is not necesssary good, little thing.


Read this.

For example, in the Euthyphro, Socrates asks Euthyphro to provide a definition of piety. Euthyphro replies that the pious is that which is loved by the gods. But, Socrates also has Euthyphro agreeing that the gods are quarrelsome and their quarrels, like human quarrels, concern objects of love or hatred. Therefore, Socrates reasons, at least one thing exists that certain gods love but other gods hate. Again, Euthyphro agrees. Socrates concludes that if Euthyphro’s definition of piety is acceptable, then there must exist at least one thing that is both pious and impious (as it is both loved and hated by the gods)—which Euthyphro admits is absurd. Thus, Euthyphro is brought to a realization by this dialectical method that his definition of piety is not sufficiently meaningful.


A-haaa. Classics! I love them.

I know.

Those gods of yore, aren’t they the aliens of today?

Same. Notably Kronos and the breathing abomination.

Zeus?, about whom they think they know, but they don’t.

First born to Lucifer, by their mother Astarte. It has been revealed.

All it takes is digging.

Truth is learned, not told.

Do You think that one of those two gods would claim to be Who they are not?

No one. Kronos begs and behaves. The abomination rattles its cage, relentlessly.

Lord, love Your straight words, thank You for making me understand them.

All it takes is listening. And loving.

How about a parable?

Yet another parable?


Okay, you little thing. The butterflies.

In my Buxus?, this morning, and yesterday morning. Lovely butterflies.

La Belle-Dame!, this is how they call them.

They migrate. From Africa, now they grow North.

By fall, they’ll descend back South.

They come and go.

And they are always back.

So I can admire them. Is this the parable?

Rather a riddle. If you wish.

Melchizedek — a marker; Yeshua, You — the Messiah; Pantokrator, You — the Father.

What a fast learner you are, little thing.

John 17:21
“That they all shall be one, just as you, my Father, are in me, and I am in you, so that they also shall be one in us. “

John 1:1
In the origin The Word had been existing and That Word had been existing with God and That Word was himself God.

1 Corinthians 12:3
Because I inform you of this: there is no man who speaks by The Spirit of God and says, “Yeshua is damned”, neither can a man say, “Yeshua is THE LORD EVER-LIVING”, except by The Spirit of Holiness.

Psalm 110:4
Lord The Ever-Living swore and will not lie: “You are Priest to eternity in the likeness of Melchizedek.”

Hebrews 7:17
For he testified about him, “You are The Priest for eternity in the image of Melchizedek.”

Aramaic Bible in Plain English – BibleHUB.com

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