#prophetic
There is a bitterness in my stomach.
As I digest that sweet victory.
Struggling to keep it in.
I want to *****
**** IT!!!!
I want to be rid of this pure triumph.
But I need to finish what we started.
I've got to endure until the end.
I can't be certain.
It may very well, be unworthy.
Perhaps I am a fool.
There seems to be no point.
But even the end is out of sight.
I will see it.
What I tasted, what I feel, this that I hold.
The burning won't end.
The grief doesn't falter.
The bitterness of victory is cruel and unseemingly.
Still, I know we can't go back.
Even if I tried.
The loser is defined by his inability to get back up.......
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:40 PM UTC
I've been planted here.
You can't shake these roots!
Yeah!
I am holding onto what I have!
My property is my front yard, and the world is my backyard....
Yeah, the devil and his domain must stay behind Jesus Christ.
Still I have nothing but my King at my side.
So ahead of me, is that which my Lord has planned.
This temple of mine, the body I dwell in.
This vessel is the home my beloved Father in heaven dwells within!!!!
Yeah!
Aye!
Man, let me tell ya a thing.
The heavens we breath enters our blood stream, and fills our mind and body alike!
That which we look upon enters into our heart and mind.
That which we say, we first heard from another.
Fill your vessel with good things, I say!
Count the costs of choosing righteousness.
Persevere and find the treasures awaiting you from the heavens right into your fingertips!
Beware!
With great power comes great responsibility.
If you accept a gift, you owe a bit of appreciation.
I ask you this!?
If you give a gift, and the one who accepts it, places it on a shelf and lets it collect dust.
Did they appreciate it?
Or what of this?
Say you give a gift, and the receiver uses it every day consistently until it breaks.
This one surely appreciates your gift.
Behold!
Even better than good appreciation.
Great appreciation!!!!
Behold, those you give a gift to, and they accept, and they use their gift every day, and care for it, and protect it, and polish it, and continue to use it for years to come.......
Yes, that is true gratitude.
So then....
If you cannot appreciate a gift, for honesty sake, you owe the giver a firm rejection.
Yes, For that which I have, I care for, and use.
Thus, I may stand righteously as I say such a thing.
Indeed, that which I cannot use, I do not accept.
So, if I can be trusted with what little I have, perhaps my Lord shall intrust me with more.
But if there ever be that which I cannot be trusted with.
How much moreso am I untrustworthy for less?!
Honesty is a bastion of freedom, I adore and implore!
Yes!
Truth is my home.
Earth a vessel for this truth.
Yes, truth is a living spirit.
His name is Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ is my home!
That which He has entrusted to me, is my front yard.
That which He has saved me from, is my backyard.
Behold, all of existence is the inheritance my God has granted me.
I shall stand before foreign gods, and preach the gospel of my beloved Jesus Christ to them!
Yes, I shall go upon the creation of other gods outside of this earth in other realms.
I shall even tell them to repent of wickedness and choose righteousness.
If I am required to judge Gods, surely I can judge mere mortals.
I judge this home Jesus gave me, and I say upon my tongue, it is good.
Yes!
Jesus Christ is my portion, and by my judgement He is good.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 1:04 AM UTC
The Local Map of the Milky Way
The "Mainframe" has convinced humanity that the universe is a vast, chaotic vacuum. This is the primary glitch. In reality, our sector of the galaxy is a highly structured Resonant Cavity governed by a specific scaling constant: 42. To understand the Earth, one must first understand the "Fold."
The Hydrogen Constant (1420 MHz)
The "heartbeat" of the universe is the 21cm Hydrogen Line. Because Hydrogen is the most abundant element, its natural frequency of 1420.405 MHz acts as the universal "Carrier Wave."
The Glitch: Scientists listen to this frequency to find "aliens," but they fail to realize it is actually the Power Grid for all biological life.
The Fold: When you apply the 42² Grid (1,764 individual nodes) and "fold" this 1420 MHz signal 42 times, a mathematical miracle occurs. The high-energy galactic broadcast is "stepped down" through a fractal singularity.
The Result: The output is a stable 31.2 kHz. This is the "Livable Frequency." It is the speed at which the human soul must vibrate to remain anchored to the Creator’s intent.
The Global Architecture of the 42² Grid
The 42-Resonance proves that the Earth is not just a rock, but a Spherical Resonator. When the 42² grid is draped over the planet, the "Intersections" of the lines reveal the true purpose of ancient history.
Monolithic Grounding Rods: The Pyramids of Giza, the Temples of Angkor Wat, and Stonehenge were not built for worship. They were built as Phase-Locked Loops. They were placed at specific 42-grid intersections to "pin" the 31.2 kHz frequency into the Earth’s crust, creating "Safe Zones" for human evolution.
The Tectonic Solder Points: Fault lines are the physical seams of the grid. When the "Tribe" (Gt) loses its connection to the 42-constant, the planet experiences Dissonance. This pressure manifests as seismic activity at the 42-intersections. Publication 42 is not a coincidence; it is the Mainframe’s accidental admission of the grid’s existence.The Law of Local Stability
A critical unmasking occurs here: The 42-Constant is Local. Other star systems and galaxies operate on different grids (33², 108², etc.) to achieve the same 31.2 kHz target. This explains the "Great Silence" of the Fermi Paradox. We haven't found life elsewhere because we are looking for the "42-Signature" in sectors of space that are tuned to a different numerical key.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 5:16 PM UTC
My past—
At times, it’s vivid in my mind,
At others, etched upon my scars,
And sometimes, even in my gait—
It quietly leaves its marks.
My past—
It breathes in silence,
Hides behind my smiles,
Yet walks beside me,
Every single mile.
My past—
A teacher I never chose,
Yet one I learned from anyway.
My past—
It tried to break me,
But instead, it shaped
The way I stand today.
My past—
I love it far too kindly,
For it never lets me feel
That I am bland.
My present—
Relies on the love of my parents,
For they are the first and last people
For whom I matter.
My future—
May be defined by my words,
For they are predictive and prophetic
To the ones who listen.
And I always listen to myself.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
I am scared for my Life and
Our Oath will keep both of us
Safe till I build orphanages,
old people's homes and
till our songs gets Grammies, B.E.Tz and
a special place on the internet!
I decree
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
you write a lot about love
without wanting to say it
out loud
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 8:53 PM UTC
When I’m with you I’m sailing
And when the tidal waves come in
There’s an anchor of weight of your love
That never lets fear win
Your love never lets me down
Your love is the sweetest feeling I’ve found
Your love never fails
Your the wind in my sails
And you’re the light to my trail
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
You have a purpose
You have a creator that longs for you to know him
You have a voice that god longs for you to use
You have authority
That gods waiting to show you
You have a protector
That will break the impossible for you with his power
You have a father that will never stop loving you
Did you know your life already has a plan?
You were never meant to figure out who you are on your own
You were never meant to feel all alone
God knows before you even ask
But he’s waiting for the prayer to work on your behalf
Some of you may feel like a mistake
But that is the biggest lie
God wants me to break
You are precious beyond your imagination
You are gods planned out beautiful beloved creation
You are worth far more than what others say
You are royalty in the highest place
You have never been called to fit in
You are suppose to release your unique sound from within
You have a purpose
Jesus is your survival
his spirit in you
Is revival
You have a purpose
And god wants to give you a life
That makes your heart soar through the sky
you may be on the ground but you have always been called to fly
There’s a never time where you’ve been out of his sight
You see he’s kept you in the shadow of his wings
You’ve always been this hidden light
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
The film starts with narration from Mother Nature herself,
discussing an experiment with Father Time
that went horribly wrong; On the fictional island of Wongo
she has created a tribe where the men are brutish & ugly
& the women exceedingly beautiful.
She then creates another tribe on a nearby island called Goona
where the women are repulsive & the men are strong
and handsome; For years the two tribes lived unaware
of each other's existence, until ape men from across the
ocean attack the village of Goona. The tribe sends the son of their
king to seek help against the invaders.
The son finds the island of Wongo
the day before the village men are to pick their brides &
the women, seeing the handsome prince,
begin questioning their life among the ugly brutes
that dwell in their village. The men growing jealous
of their visitor, plan to **** him. The women of Wongo,
finding out about the plot, risk their lives to protect
the handsome prince, in doing so offending
the crocodile god of the Wongo people
[portrayed by stock footage of a crocodile
and rubber model]. The women are rounded up
by the village men & sent into the wilderness
until the reptile god has drawn blood for the slight;
The women banding together, watch each other's backs
until the ape men arrive at their village &
the women dispatch the invaders to their god,
the women then leave in search of the men
that had abandoned the island of Wongo.
In Goona, the men begin their rite of manhood,
in which they go into the jungle without weapons
for a month. The women of Wongo coming upon
the weaponless men, decide to take advantage
of their helplessness & one by one, claim them in marriage;
The film concludes with all the beautiful men and women married & the ugly men with the ugly women.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
It's like a diamond stake pushed through the silence of my brain
It's like a thunder of voices coming down like a hurricane
It's like a forest of gunfire blowing past my bedroom door
It's like the force of a god pushing down on my floor
Whip smart, by all accounts, but lost beneath the sheets
Forced out of a comfort zone and pushed out to the streets
Spastic changing voices like a record out of line
Just speak like you always do and don't **** with my mind
I'm like a tidal wave that only gets halfway there
No shore to erode with no Taiwan to even care
I'm like a promise left on the kitchen table after dawn
Someone will find it but it will be thrown out on the lawn
Born without a spoon but there is silver in my teeth
I'm made out of as much spirit as a plastic, clearance wreath
Dust beneath the stars cancels out the dawning sun
Shine on the bums, the prophets, everyone
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
Plush gadget men, strapped with rounded green circular things, pig's of high class weapon. Mustard seed, to ghastly. Their deed's ***** and satire flaming. Guillotine wagon's to be put into FEMA cache camp's, the 200 million man army to cometh, a false prophet to bloweth mind's, wherein crime wilt seemeth as a prize to the suckling babies.. Rat's and scabies to infest the white pillar mansion! **** thy cigarette's and fathom, what thy blue bowling ball couldst hath been. Calleth it greenhouse gas, I sayeth get out the gas mask's and survive the fan flying ship's!! Martial law to be given as commandment's, citizens shalt turneth **** normal wilt be blood running down thy alleyway signs reading (STOP) the red paint to be the mark of the martyr's, desolate and slaughtered. The day wilt be shorter, as night to colden longer. Suicide vests to be strapped to the terrorist chest, as mothers turneth against brother's, and sister's against father's! Heart's wilt faulter the man's conscious thinking, the skeleton's wilt be stinking, as the maggot's of hell doth rise ... New age Rome to collapse as a domino on grandma's stove. À triumphant death, the devil wilt smile, until his days art outnumbered by the chariot riders, of Jehovah's miracle Mile..........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophetic poetry
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
The new city
I await to be ascended
For hath we planted or vented
The bullets we pile upon mounds?
Wherein creation dumbs down!!!
To mammal inferiors!!!
For God is superior
Haveth we lost that translation?
Wherein the cities
And nations
Hath become their own diety!!!
Spewing mouths
Canst hardly be fed
Wherein the living amongst the dead
Are non-compassionate!!!
Loosen
Or fasten it
Thy belts likely to come unmanaged
Where's the advantage
In the hate thou war among another?
Sister and brother!!
Hath thou forgotten thy kin?
For thou lost all
Nothing!!!!
Is it thee that shalt win?
Thee greedy of new-aged Noah's generation!!!
Is it fornications
Ability
Of **** and ***********
To liken thine senses?
For where art thy lenses?
Thou Freemasons of mother earth!!!
For its thy curse
Thou hast brought
Amongst thy children
Thy diaries
Art thy legacies!!!
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC