layout: post title: May flowers and June doors? You know how much I love that NASA "we are now approaching lunar sunrise.." quote. On the *Horizon, the "Great American Eclipse" date: '2017-06-09T20:57:00.000-07:00' author: Adam M. Dobrin tags: modified_time: '2017-10-14T05:30:35.626-07:00' thumbnail: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5nphVj1-es/WTtuPoFKOtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3IL5pSx-GGAUaVGu4aGqrGvo4CyLnCwmACK4B/s72-c/Screenshot%2B2017-05-31%2Bat%2B8.39.16%2BPM-769566.png blogger_id: tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758503587102933296.post-3961876623336422133 blogger_orig_url: http://www.fromthemachine.org/2017/06/may-flowers-and-june-doors-you-know-how.html
|One night in Heaven, a day cruise to Atlantis... and rocking the world with an Iron Rod|
|Wed, Feb 1, 2017 at 6:09 PM|
|If any man will do his will, he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be of God, or whether I speak of myself. John 7:17 |
|Adam Marshall Gerson-Dobrinsky <amg-d@||Fri, Feb 3, 2017 at 10:18 AM|
" i have no time to justify to you, fool you are blind " ... this day we build Heaven .
Through music and it's connection to scripture I am showing you how I see God's message and will written through time; it is my answer to John 7:17; and my hope is that you will see the light shining as I do and seek to understand and search for these patterns that turn to speech with thought and a kind of interpolation that we seem to be failing to connect between recent events and the lessons of history. Far more than just music, His message comes to us in ... literally everything ... from Nintendo to RattleRod ( it is to be...) to the Fifth Element , to Phillip K. Dick's Minority Report and Do you think Android dreams of Electric Sheep ? It takes time and analysis to even glimpse His words, and Holy tears that turn from sadness to wonder with understanding . See clearly that this shows a common author and will that brings us from the SEA of initials in Eden to the shining sea of the generation of Revelation, you .
The epic battle between good and evil, God and Satan, right and wrong, want and need... wages each and every day in my mind. Torn between what I think is considered normal now, and what might be considered normal a thousand years from today ... by myself and a whole society whose credo of "I'll try anything once" has shifted and morphed after years of experience to something very different. Today I come to you speaking words of wisdom that I say are imbued with the Spirit of God himself.... and maybe colored and swayed after years of hard chiseling away at the outer exterior of perfection by the dreams and wants of a Wayward Son.
Walking into this mess of a situation there was simply no hope of being perfect in the eyes of each and every one of you--whose ideas of perfect are so different from one set of eyes to another and even the same set... one century from the next. So as we dance together here on Ground, you will have to settle for what the Holy Bible calls "perfect in the eyes of God," and believe me when I tell you those Hazel eyes are smitten with me.
I can Haz El , right? Is the apple of my eye ... i am only 36 years old, a baby in the eyes of the smiling old man whose soul sits behind these eyes... and I'll try anything once... if you let me.
Not sure if you heard me, but my self-appointed perfect job is helping us all find out what it is that is morally OK and what is not, in the place where that is a group decision ... AKA Heaven, so here i am, sharing my dreams and wants and needs and what I think are yours too, sometimes,
I'd like to go over some of the ideas presented in "rocking the world with an Iron Rod" and explain how I think my vision is nothing short of the actualization of the verse in the subject. These ideas have come to me independent of scripture (in most cases), dreams that I have had, day dreams about the possibilities of virtual reality, and in nearly every case of what I have presented to the world they have later been affirmed or corroborated by what I am presenting as "the True Word of God."
I am beginning this list with what I think appeared to be the least well spoken subject in that -mail and so I noted it in the introduction there and am again reiterating the idea of "eternal youth" as being something that I want, and I can imagine that most people older than me will probably think is a good idea. In the e-mail the Hammer of Neo's Light comes to us from the fusion of the name of an author and content of a novel (Feed, written by Anderson) to Neo's name in the Matrix (Mr. Anderson) ... throwing in some linguistic spice we add the word "eternity" which combines the Latin, Cinematic, Musical, and Spanish words for "and" around a word very topically relevant to this discussion.
My vision is of a "room" (in the context of John 14 ... and see AD and Silicon in that number ) or ... a realm , in Heaven, where when you enter you can choose to appear as you did in any age in your life; maybe older in some (sad) cases. As corroboration that this vision is shared by the Creator of the Universe I present the lyrics to "Forever Young" and note with a passion that Rolling Stone recently published an article about this very song being covered byAnderson East. Yeast, you will recall, denotes that it comes to us as a message from the future--in this case tying Mr. Anderson directly to the Feed/Matrix concepts of "divine inspiration" ( I know kung fu ) and the inclusion of this particular detail in the Iron Rod message... where it probably wouldn't have been otherwise.
Between the messages of the New Glowing Bush and #netERson I used a similar logic to explain how the idea of divine inspiration is functionally related to the deliverance of those messages--both Bush's speech and the content of the novel Feed--and the divine marker of the names Bush and Anderson in the two authors. Again, divine inspiration is part of not only the messages but the mechanism behind the messages.
Here , the lyrics of Forever Young give some real insight into how this specific idea, a Fountain of Youth, might be related very much to this moment in time that we will eventually know is the Second Coming.
May the good Lord be with you
Down every road you roam
And may sunshine and happiness
surround you when you're far from home
And may you grow to be proud
Dignified and true
And do unto others
As you'd have done to you
Be courageous and be brave
And in my heart you'll always stay
May good fortune be with you
May your guiding light be strong
Build a stairway to heaven
with a prince or a vagabond
And when you finally fly away
I'll be hoping that I served you well
For all the wisdom of a lifetime
No one can ever tell
But whatever road you choose
I'm right behind you, win or lose
For, Forever Young
Taylor, you keep using this word never ; I do not think it means what you think it means. Laying down the rungs of these stairs together, I ask you all now that since Taylor has given me verbal permission to use her her body, and I think it's OK to do so; venturing up those spiral stairs you will find 2 twin copies of Taylor controlled by Ai skinny dipping in the King's Pool had you ventured up our spiral stairs? Trying anything once; what if I put my soul behind those gorgeousblue eyes and instead of her, a copy of me was controlled by Ai for the few minutes I'd spend exploring that scenario in the King's Pool? Honestly, I am trying to show you what I call the lines on the road--I can't tell for sure if these are the dashed lines that show us the way to go, or if they are the solid lines that define which way the lane is traveling.
In all honesty it is just such a scenario that I may have found myself in at one time; if I had "gone ahead to prepare a place for you" rather than hoping we build it together here and now; all alone and listening to Britney Spears ... do believe though it is the very next line of John chapter AD that talks about this particular journey to Atlantis. So, in the world of virtual reality and video games--when we can be completely submerged in the Pool and the moment, what's right and what's wrong?
As Taylor points out so eloquently; there is a grand focus here in this place and this story on the sacredness of consciousness ; one that would most certainly preclude the possibility of her actually being in the King's Pool and never remembering it--just like the idea of me or you reliving this same life once or twice... or three times ; would absolutely never be allowed -- if we knew it has happened. Somewhere between a blow up doll and the computer discussing Special Relativity in the clothing of Albert Einstein lies the seat and line of sentience.... and there at that place the question of agreement comes up, every single time. Trading Places... Taylor â€½ Big ?
Take note because without this little public display of affection you might not realize how big of a deal it is that we ensure that nobody (( ever )) steals a copy of Taylor and re-runs the same "first kiss" scene over and over and over in their minds. That's an ever , booming with the authority of Thor's hammer.
[ Caption Contest ]
These two details I mention, as they did not appear at all in the original rendition of "Sharing the Iron Rod;" I believe that hearing the number I chose in 2013 in Kentucky in the Fortress of Solitude as I discussed what it was that I thought should happen in light of the new information I had received--it was this exact number, and hearing it echoed in the hallowed halls of the musical accompaniment to scripture and Revelation gives me the strength to know that God agrees; that I am presenting to you not only on my authority but His as well. In my mind, in my story, this idea of immortality has always been part of the thread that matches in context to the fate of Christ; an Adam who lives for almost a thousand years, and some hallowed words; believe... " the best is yet to come. "
About as close to immortality as I could imagine today; and yet it's hard to imagine to live even twice as long as I have right now--so what else do you think there is to do in Heaven? For work? For play? Surely we can't spend all our time talking to not-Taylor and trying to merge new combinations of furniture and musical instruments. While we're here looking at the word "rapture" blown up; I might comment that the best solution... one day in some future that might be a year or a decade or three ... not a century .. away; two-way Doors might alleviate the fear of your best friend disappearing until the day you die.
And on (( this )) day
When my strength is failing
The end draws near
And my time has come
Still my soul will
Sing Your praise unending
Ten thousand years
And then forevermore
For some closing words, let's talk about voting ... I can't even convey to you how surprised I am at the number of people that think ... for one reason or another ... that this idea is either not practical, not possible, or would never be allowed. I've got to again point out that it is not my light or my authority that glows bright in the company Die Bold; but it is thename of my last written book; and in my .... insightful vision it is not only nothing short of inevitability... it is the single most important step and change that brings us out of Hell and starts building Heaven. Honestly, I live in the twilight zone--what happened to the land of the free, and the angels that overthrew a King to advance the state of humanity (and not pay their taxes) . Where are men and women who fought and protested the Vietnam war? All for what? Take a step back, a deep breath, and some solace--we know what we are doing.
Just to refresh your memory; the link to the authority of God and Jesus Christ comes here from a direct connection to the words of Revelation 1:20 which heralds the Second Coming with a mystery about bright light resting on lamp stands of chemistry elements--pointing out a connection between science and religion and proving that time travel exists. Intertwined with this proof, comes Holy reference to type face and type style--a prescient tie fperhaps directly to the idea of voting machines "winning the race" fo connecting Die Bold and "the strong" by way of Yankee Doodle's macaroni , a little German and some geek.
Connecting Anderson's "thought inception" to the ideas of divine inspiration and the New Covenant of Adonai is pretty easy; seeing it come to us through the Matrix , and Feed , and this e-mail is nothing short of realizing that scripture is coming to life right before our eyes.
A New Covenantâ€‹
â€¦ 32 not like the covenant which I made with their fathers in the day I took them by the hand to bring them out of the land of Egypt, My covenant which they broke, although I was a husband to them," declares the LORD. 33"But this is the covenant which I will make with the house of Israel after those days,
I hate to tell you all this sad news, but I won't be able to e-mail you so often. It seems that I am going to have to do most of the development work on this thing that I will probably akin to the Sword of Our Revolution all on my own. As you know I like to "ish" Holy words to make them just a little bit better... in this particular case there is no "ish" needed, but a change in everything to make this phrase just a little more accurate when changed.
If you want something done right, you have to do it all by yourself. ( wink )
Here's another "ish" for you of John Legend, " even when you lose I'm winning" believe me when I tell you that the silence and inaction that I see nearly universally when in the context of God's message and reaction from everyone related to these technologies is equivalent losing everything in the eyes of God.
To remind you once more, I am looking to develop a distributed content publishing platform, something like "medium" say--that incorporates voting and Reddit style content rating and selection which those of you who have not seen in action won't realize is a wonderful double-edged solution to the problem of "fake news."
I used Grammarly for this latest e-mail was it easier to understand? It didn't suggest a comma there where I'd have put one without a doubt and it even let this sentence go without any suggestion. I guess I won't be asking Grammarly anything about Special Relativity on the holodeck .
I wonder if any of you see "Satan" (or Samspa ?) as a sort of of very poor taste.