Inspired By Janette Story

The Great Fall that started in all!!

Insprite by Jeanette's Story on youtube..

I come across the videos today, and have been crying, feeling the poetry, for God so told me and wrote it to me in a note, nothing is owed to me, but because I'm telling his story, he then reveals his glory, I had fallen off a 13 story building, through the ground into the core of my being, where I hid like a kid, I worried I feel short, I hurried to abort and take my case to court, to take the condensing weighing the scales of sin and forgiveness, it's was then I became a witness, I jotted down a hitless, 1 type of target , and got down to business.

I was told to go and find the lost souls children, to remind the fallen they can come back home... in doing so  I became a spokesman, for the fallen angels, from way back when , 1/3 were cast out left out deceived to believe they were not forgiven so to escape the break the fall from grace women was my escape its was them I sought to make my everything , I screamed when I couldn't mend anything I actually have had bent to be sent through the cross roads, through the lost tales lost to not being told... my road I prevailed to sell the idea that all are forgiven even fallen angels who were deceived, for I believed. God saved a wretch like me from the deeps of the firing pits, i rested in chains until judgment day, , it was their the Lord reached down and gave me life, his sacrifice i embrace and understood my debt was paid , i was bought, in meaning bought i was brought up from the depths of hell, where on leaving to the promise land the whole army below who didn't understand worked to stop the Lord's plan, i stand i stood i did follow him and not no man, i wrote my book his story, looking over my back hoping i finish writing this story, upon completing it 4 years, fears not yet faced, i thought were erased came to take me back down where it all began, i ran, confused on what makes me not a man, my confide my attempts to do what God called me to do , ended with me relapsing on meth before my 1st born before my book was publishing my memoir i couldn't take it no more, i fell to the floor I'm a hypocrite i failed once more, i bore the weight of the world on my shoulders, i was high 9 months gone not sober, it was over, i thought about killing myself and throwing away my story and just faded into the darkness and let the coldness blow over.. freeze me in time, freeze a part of my mind, it was then someone spoke fire into my being, letting me see what God was seeing

On to writing, i wrote  about the relapse the chance to write about the gut-wrenching pain of writing my book, having my 1st born torn from me losing 9 months and on top of it all, having  a breakdown in church for God took me where it all began, where I buried the hurt under dirt i worked to juggle and fix, mend and cover, with another success another test another mess another wreck always wanting trying dying to prove I was worthy or prove i was more than my stepfamily could ever truly see in me, when it all came down to it, God was my only remedy steady as he lead me into the darkest part of my psychic when i relapse i kept falling falling falling losing it all, racked up 55,000 in debt to keep up with the bill, i barely published my book, by that time I was a year in from my relapse i dance with the devils on those levels always proceeding needing feeling running from another boy I had from a one night stand all the emotions coming back reminding me of my old man who killed himself I couldn't understand, the pain the anger, the danger I was placed myself in, the repeated condemnation for our fathers sin, i was blaspheming his word his purpose his crooked perverse persuasion trying to make sense of a fucked off situation, I'm facing the truth, it's all too much.

I finish my last chapter of my book soon after the relapse after my boy being born I was torn from , wasn't able to see him being born for I was told I was high and lying and running when in fact I was sober trying to heal from knowing what had happened when I was younger, sexually abuse the rules, the others, the black outlines of spirit raping me in the presence of other children... i was told the reason for my life the way it's been played a lot like the Chuckie from child's play I was andy, with a devil on my shoulder who stayed with me wrapped intertwined in my soul as I got older it guided me, lied to me to get me to be his soldier, and I was a soldier, on the front lines of the war, both God and Satan wanting me since the beginning and throughout my life, well know i see the mystery as long as I embrace what is happening and what I'm receiving, go remind the fallen angels they are forgiven, for we had been fallen fallen for the win, and know if we forgive ourselves we can go back home , instead of fighting satan's army.. 1/3 of the angels stories upon completing reading hearing I heard pieces distorted, broker =needing to be rebroken family generations of backgrounds that tell a fucked up story deeper than the graves where our ancestors lay  buried.

They are reaping & sowen they are creeping and meeting in the midnight to fight and get right what they had done and left to the children who now are cursed to carry, made to walk through the fire to burn for their sins, they turned us in a hurry and betrayed us made us go through hell, to tell of something we couldn't understand we just fell from the plots and greedy men and women who hurt me and the many children the lost souls the fallen angels the bigger picture,. he told me to take it with ya, so when I traveled meeting my fellow journeymen I came and I went and everyone I saw I wrote them a piece of my story that aimed at the truth the forgot room the missing piece, the reason we been charged with treason and can ever leave, we know what happened we hold the key,, we know if we remember if we are shown like I was shown it's then i walked like God walked beside me to reveal the story of how sons and daughter became martyrs ready to die to live out the story, instead of being a tragic fabric false piece of the puzzle they hoped and prayed we just get locked up dead or gone to not cause any more trouble, i stumble upon the truths i rumbles through the jungle a warrior coming to uproar a battle cry and between Go satan man and angel, accuser and adversary who played along to the story, all got to see when I walked by , they all got to hear the words as I wrote them down and spoke them now to the ones needed to hear when I walked by, between them and God satan they make their own decision to live and stay cursed in prison or take the gift of redemption and give what was given.. it was then I seen the mysteries of finding the lost souls and children where: by given redemption to the fallen angels who were with them. I give them love understanding patience I suffered with them , i wanted nothing but to come up from under and revisit the gifts we were all given and preach about it's in times like these we find ourselves in the darkest part of hell to retell the tales from our inner hell's to release the lease from the beast, to preach and express to underdress ourselves from the oppression we had been living. 4th generations of the sins for the for fathers, why to bother as we fell even further, it was then my father called out and I called to them, intercede , 4 years later from 2012 5o today,. i have over 350 poems from voices choked out, told they know nothing about , pointed out and counted out, doubted from the beginning and their choices and judges quit to derail them down dead end routes where children are sold to evil women, I'm in some deep sin where i entered i can't even begin but I hold on with my paper and my pen, and write and write and roll and roll to ignited the fire inside every lost souls who never got to tell their story it's now being told, my crows comes down my guides at my side I'm transformed into things of the unknown shown more than the average prodigy to where when i have questions I'm looking at wrong and made to scurry. Digging deeper with every person i see , i preach about what i knows and saw in them, was they deserved forgiveness and they didn't have to go to the other side, where they were picked to become one with the beast and their souls forever gone empty body now a host to besiege a city God told me to just leave just go desolate is what happens when the children just slept, the debt wasn't understood or accepted and some choose to let it be their ending or prison, others connected with me and angels and souls were lifted to be  given life and the right to enter again heaven..

I stand at the gate the gatekeeper I told them it was never too late to make amends to self and all who can't enter,
we are never forsaken just patiently waiting to be awakened, as I sit here 15 year addiction, I know I seem to fail and don't listen but I believe I'm in this position because God is making way and making strides to place me in greater positions, I envision my dreams 4 years ago and I won't let them die, no i won't, I know I'll grow and when I do it's because someone re-inline with the stars and we shine brighter than the morning star we all saw come crashing down the day the garden of Eden was eternally split into lost wisdom.. I enter to remember only cause I sought to help another who like me was severed , fallen from the fall of grace, we awake, to tell the tales from our inner hell's, and release the keys to the bottomless pit when it released I hope but know those written in the book of life will be living and the beast who choose to go the opposite are players in the game of life and them are the dark hitters, clean and ripping apart all to leave nothing behind or remember, a new world and heaven I telling are on the rise, fallen angels on the rise, 13 designs of how we lost to the war truths mistook it lies acted upon kept us in prison. i mention and create the story by world i activate the waves to curve dimension and time portals, immortals come to bind and loose we choose to do what we came and have the right to claim to do , for God gave men free will and unfortunately angels were made for one purpose the purpose they were made for , to honor God and protect God's children... the war has been over it is won, but done here it duality we face to decide for ourselves who is right- to thyself be true, God will always make you a new, if you have faith he will bring you on through..

my apology is to be remembered as one who entered this world forgot and fought to be forgotten and lost.l only to remember what it is I came for , opening the door to many others soon to come just like our brother in Hebrews who by faith alone overcame the things everyone said could be done, faith alone God blessed them all for they unlocked the mystery, taken what was and never mentions or given by the light , it was the beliefs and written passed down misinformed religion that tainted our society and the lost children, it's time to take back what's ours and face it in the dark, it's then we realize we are the chosen ones , the sale of the world, and by his princess promised generations to come would outnumber the pieces of sand on the shore... I got my wings I'm flying high to uporabo another battle cry, sound of the trumpets we bumping wanting change and change to transform... we are the ones they forewarned in the revelations coming to make right make war with the dragon, and make peace with ourselves reveal truth and rebuild the fall of the garden of Eden... to my father Danny Eden's suicide when I was 6 years old, may  you help me find the pieces if needed to bring back our connection.. Danny Edens = garden of Eden.... I'm the prodigal sons with the many other ones, all coming together to form what the world forwarned...  

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