 Sour Grapes
And the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother, a chamber black as pitch. But I felt no fear, only comfort, for I was as a child in the womb. And she begged me peer through yonder portal which looked upon the heavens, and behold! A morning angel! (Hallelujah) She ascended slowly from far beyond the horizon, her light like a heavenly finger pointing the way. And on yonder wall she traced for me a path which led me five directions, eight winters to East, and the whole as my feet landed firmly upon the final winter of the second score there appeared before me a heavenly star, a holy virgin, the bringer of life and breath. And she spoke unto me, saying 'fear not the movement of the heavens above or the earth below for change is what we are, my child. Righteous are those who look up and sway with the wind, who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil, who swim with the movements of the tides, who seek the truth around them and discover we are and have always been in paradise. The reflections of heaven on earth. Amen!'
(Hallelujah)
And she spoke again, saying 'know, my child, that there is no devil seeking to cause guilt in the hearts of men. No evil, save blind faith, ignorance, and the desire for the unprepared to blame others for the devastation left in the wake of change. Change, my child. Change is in the heavens. Change is on this earth. Change is all around us, and we are reflections of the divine must roll with these changes, for we are these changes. Eyes wide open, we must look upon the heavens as a mirror. Wide awake, aware, deeply breathing. And when the ship comes down, my child, you will be there, a true and holy survivor to inherit the kingdom of God. You will rise above the rumbles of the unprepared to greet the new day, to drink from the sweet fruit of the vine, the water of life, the blood of the risen Christ, my child.'
(Jehovah, Yahweh!)
(Hallelujah!)
'Go now, child, tell them all. The ignorant, the blinded by dogma, blinded by faith, the doubters, the nay-sayers. Tell them all, child, they can not see the kingdom of God, they can not see paradise unfold before them, they can not drink from the chalice which holds the blood of Christ, the water of a life, until they get right with Jesus. Until they get right with Jesus. It's always gonna be sour grapes with you, boy, until you get right with Jesus. Amen!'
(It's always gonna be sour grapes with you, boy, until you get right with Jesus.)
Íåñïåëûé âèíîãðàä
È ïðèâåë ìåíÿ Àíãåë Áîæèé âî чðåâî Áîæüåé Ìàòåðè, â ìåñòî чåðíîå, ñëîâíî äåãîòü. Íî ÿ íå чóâñòâîâàë ñòðàõà, òîëüêî ïîêîé, èáî áûë ÿ òàì ñëîâíî ìëàäåíåö â óòðîáå. È ïîïðîñèëà îíà ìåíÿ ñìîòðåòü ñêâîçü ýòè íåáåñíûå âðàòà, è óçðåòü! Óòðåííåãî àíãåëà! (Àëëèëóéÿ) Ìåäëåííî ïîäíèìàëàñü îíà èç äàëè çà ãîðèçîíòîì, à ñâåò åå, ñëîâíî ïåðñò Áîæèé, óêàçûâàë äîðîãó. È íà ñòåíå îíà îáîçíàчèëà ìíå ïóòü, чòî ïîâåë ìåíÿ â ïÿòè íàïðàâëåíèÿõ, âîñåìü çèì íà Âîñòîê, è êîãäà â ïîñëåäíþþ çèìó íîãà ìîÿ ñòóïèëà íà òâåðäóþ ïîчâó, ïîÿâèëàñü ïåðåäî ìíîé çâåçäà c íåáåñ, Ñâÿòàÿ Äåâà, äàðóþùàÿ æèçíü. È ñêàçàëà îíà ìíå: "Íå óáîèñü äâèæåíèÿ íåáåñ, чòî íàâåðõó, èëè çåìëè, чòî âíèçó, èáî ìû ñàìè åñòü ïåðåìåíû, äèòÿ ìîå. Ïðàâåäíû òå, êòî ïîäíèìàþò ãëàçà è êîëûøàòñÿ âìåñòå ñ âåòðîì, òå, êòî ñìîòðÿò âíèç è òàíöóþò âìåñòå ñ äâèæåíèÿìè ïîчâû, òå, êòî ïëûâóò ïî âîëíàì, òå, êòî èùóò èñòèíó âîêðóã ñåáÿ è óçíàþò, чòî ìû â ðàþ è чòî âñåãäà áûëè òàì. Îòðàæåíèå Íåáåñ íà Çåìëå! Àìèíü!"
(Àëëèëóéÿ)
È çàãîâîðèëà îíà ñíîâà, ñêàçàâ: "Çíàé, äèòÿ ìîå, чòî íåò äüÿâîëà, чòî ñòðåìèòñÿ âíóøèòü âèíó â ñåðäöà ëþäåé. Íåò çëà, íî åñòü ñëåïàÿ âåðà, íåâåæåñòâî è æàæäà ëþäåé íåïîäãîòîâëåííûõ âèíèòü äðóãèõ çà îïóñòîøåíèå, чòî âûçâàíî ïåðåìåíàìè. Ïåðåìåíû, äèòÿ ìîå. Ïåðåìåíû â íåáåñàõ. Ïåðåìåíû è íà ýòîé çåìëå. Ïåðåìåíû êðóãîì, è ìû åñòü îòðàæåíèÿ áîæåñòâåííîãî, чòî äîëæíû âðàùàòüñÿ âìåñòå ñ ýòèìè ïåðåìåíàìè, èáî ìû è åñòü ýòè ïåðåìåíû. Øèðîêî îòêðûòûå ãëàçà ìû äîëæíû ïîäíÿòü ê íåáåñàì, ñëîâíî ê çåðêàëó. Îчíóâøèåñÿ îòî ñíà, ïîçíàâøèå, ãëóáîêî äûøàùèå. È êîãäà ïðèчàëèò íåáåñíûé êîðàáëü, äèòÿ ìîÿ, âû áóäåòå òàì, ïðàâåäíûå è áëàãîñëîâåííûå âûæèâøèå, чòî óíàñëåäóþò Öàðñòâî Áîæüå. Âû âîçíåñåòåñü íàä ðîïîòîì íåïîäãîòîâëåííûõ è âñòðåòèòå íîâûé äåíü, îòîïüåòå ñëàäîñòíîãî íåêòàðà ïëîäîâ âèíîãðàäà, æèâîé âîäû, êðîâè âîñêðåñøåãî Õðèñòà, äèòÿ ìîå!"
(Èåãîâà, ßõâå!)
(Àëëèëóéÿ!)
"Òàê èäè æå òåïåðü, äèòÿ ìîå, ïîâåäàé âñåì èì. Íåâåæåñòâåííûì, îñëåïëåííûì äîãìàìè, âåðîé, ñîìíåâàþùèìñÿ è îòðèöàþùèì. Ñêàæè èì âñåì, äèòÿ, чòî íå óâèäåòü èì Öàðñòâà Áîæüåãî, íå óâèäåòü èì ðàÿ, ðàñïðîñòåðòîãî ïåðåä íèìè, íå èñïèòü èì èç чàøè ñ êðîâüþ Õðèñòîâîé, æèâîé âîäîé, ïîêà íå ïîéìóò îíè Èèñóñà. Íåçðåëûå ïëîäû ïðåáóäóò ñ òîáîé, äèòÿ, ïîêà îíè íå ïîéìóò Èèñóñà. Àìèíü!"
(Ïðåáóäóò ñ òîáîþ íåçðåëûå ïëîäû, äèòÿ, ïîêà îíè íå ïîéìóò Èèñóñà.)
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