STARS//THE LAST CUT

allegory#1 new york 3/8/2021

Saks 2 feat. Izaiiah (Nick Mira + PjBeats + Scizzie)

Happy

Old Ways - Jay Manwell & Caleb Gordon

WHAT YOU FIGHTING FOR? (ft. Jah Heer)

I had a dream where I decided to move back to Georgia, yet decided to go without telling anybody or even *****, the house owner, that I was coming back. I remember the drive faintly, and drove to the house where I entered through the lowest, darkest floor. I climbed the ladder upward which took me straight to *****’s room, and when I turned to see his face, he was doing the deed. He freaked out and told me not to turn around, and I was telling him understandably that I won’t turn around, but to get himself in order. That is all I needed to remember from that segment. There was then a vivid shift, where there was a sort of exam and race, where each team was a class, and there was a time trial to undergo. Every class had gotten through, except ours, where we had to undergo a co-operative team effort to get through the course, but failing time and time again after practice we were beginning to lose hope to the very last second.
When the time came for testing, we went through slowly, but it seemed as if we could just barely make it to the end in time, before the world freezes and reconstructs itself. When the world freezes and reconstructs itself, it was understood that the world reforms, increasing in difficulty, which will be addressed later. I was the first responder to somebody realizing we could make it, when we got to the part we kept failing in practice, and ran ahead to begin the sequence. I was in charge of a jump, set up by plenty of spotters, and midair I was to slingshot them over with an imbued band, like rubber. When I had repeated this again, it felt like the slingshot wasn’t effective, and some of my team had been launched up poorly, particularly the females, as was intended in the plan. I was continuing forward in midair with seconds counting down. I heard the voice of a teacher say “get on the ground! They’re much faster when they’re on the ground!” I realized that if I just tried to place myself away from the crowd spectating at the end, I could make a right into the end goal, which is hidden from sight. It was painstakingly long in the air, but as soon as I touched ground I sprinted thinking ”as long as I can make it.” During the air and the slingshot motion I felt a spirit on me that was the character Naruto, and when I touched the ground was the character sonic, and was imaged as these characters. I was only inches away from reaching the end, until everything froze, and the world began to freeze as it emitted a field like an electric pulse, or emp, in gray, black and white. All I could remember was the frustration of being so close. I phase out, and I’m with ********, in a blue utopian chamber, also phasing back and forth to a bursting city street, with celebrities amok. For the city street, there was Justin Bieber among them, crowded about us. He had a mustache, and another celebrity called him out for looking like (Eminem?) Justin got very aggressive and began to attack the other celebrity, and ********* was getting closer to them like the others, and I had to get in front of her over and over again just to make sure she didn’t get hurt. Meanwhile, (for I do not know which came first) in the blue and white chamber, I was strategically figuring out something within the chamber, taking proper steps, and ********* was helping me. She grew curious and asked about secret rooms, in which I told her not to check, or inspect, for I knew when you went in them, you will find things you cannot unsee, dark, but true images of spiritual principalities flashing in your mind, typically involving blood and demonic images. She didn’t listen to me, and went into a room, and then another, where the images were presented to me vicariously through her, but am unable to render the images to write them, looking like idols set up for demonic conscious summons. I scolded her, but her nature seemed to brush it off quite well, from what I could see at least. She opened the “first” and “second” intensity. 
(Party mode)

must you despise the wild grapes in the garden?

CALLED FOR SOMETHING (pj paisin)

Depression & Obsession

Spice And Wolf OP

something genuine

Michael, whom met me when I was with Eric the homeless man, had also invited me to a men’s group 
Aged men
I was neutral about it 
But out of oath I sent a message 
and was occupied till an hour before 
Where i was reading the entirety of Roman’s 
I was called to go there 
And honestly in a way 
I almost really did crash out 
For retorting your fathers ever 
As followers of Christ be your true family 
Will end for worse 
No matter your discernment 
They reinforced me like real fathers would 
Imperfect fathers with human hands 
One whom was a saved inmate 
Lent me his Bible for I confessed mine broke 
And also confessed I’m not a hard working man 
And would rather spend days with the Lord 
I conveyed my own understanding of scripture 
By becoming meek and humble to them 
Sharing my testimony 
and my weaknesses 
With exuberant tongue 
These are innocent men 
Working earnestly 
Supporting their families 
Sharpening eachother 
In Georgia I ran into this scenario all the time 
I grow in favor with them because I am never shy of expression 
The laziness of my prior livelihood now sought to be entirely purged 
But never seeking to be the man whom has infinite tasks 
I was more comfortably able to recieve favor   
Than a rod 
They spook valuable and simple things 
The logical doctrine of man we were born with 
And the compassionate doctrine of woman I am entirely exposed to 
I could only give chunks of my testimony 
For god is awfully patient with me the way things have come 
And those man taught me practical things 
For God had told me previously 
“The devil is smarter than you” 
As I tried to outmaneuver the spiritual warefare in my house with cunning, I had confessed 
And was reminded that I should denounce the spirits in my solitude over the house 
(Which I had to denounce a spirit in myself minutes later) 
I was innocent as a dove 
Spending an almost painful amount of time listening and nodding 
To the point where I felt it necessary to confess 
That I highly value their words and will journal them 
Yet a slave to righteousness in the vice of his holy master 
Is an exausting effort 
(Said with meekness and not prose like here) 
Which they overlooked 
They follow their nose for scripture as do I 
But the one leading had biblical knowledge  
That he could pick things to minister directly to my weaknesses 
And I held back the impulse I received for Isaiah 69 
Which I did not yet read 
For the sense of man 
Is quite a restraining thing 
It was like I was in a room with 3 me’s 
But God saw it fit to restrain me 
For to associate with renowned men of Old 
Is honor 
And to pass with their hearts upon you 
Is an immense gift for the heart and confidence 
He knew I understood enough to relent 
I read a Bible verse instructed from Ephesians 13:12 
That incited me to overshare a mystery I still cannot truly comprehend 
The dream 
Vaguely I mentioned the dream 
And began to say something along the lines of 
“Maybe I shouldn’t have shared this dream if it consists of envious precepts, etc.” 
but the speed of my tongue 
became a mumble 
They were confused. 
I asked them if they have ever dreamed dreams 
One no 
One yes 
One silent 
I shared about my dreams being heavily affiliated with school and my past, the consistency of the people seen. 
Saying that the scenario was rather dramatic and perverse, that I should keep it to myself. 
They asked about the people if they ought to be called 
And I said perhaps if I had a material foundation I’d be more inclined to act out
(Besides, I figured God through his avenues would tell me) 
Then the one who urged tenderness over pride in his heart said
“It’s the great commission! Why do you not go now!”
(In my mind I’m thinking it preposterous… been there done that. Right?) 
“Because I may stumble” 
(For god is sovereign over my dreams, and only his voice i pursue) 

Pt.2 
Bless me 




DREAM☕️
(Must you despise)
2ndTim2:14
Rom2:14

must you despise the wild grapes in the garden?

STRAY

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