Chronicle of the Calling and the Record

THE VALLEY OF THE FIRST WORD.

"YOU WILL SPEAK WHERE SILENCE HAS REIGNED TOO LONG"

I was already an old lady standing outside on the edge of the world holding the Books of Remembrance . The pages once filled with beautiful poetry a comforting confirmation left here and there , undated untitled unsigned . not shared with vanity, but sewn into the world as the promise of the seed . Maby a tiny bit of pride ,. 

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[ How special I must surely be a gift from God for you to see. .].. .  

Pages written randomly and waiting forgotten, . The source of the unmoving and unchangeable blind faith. ..........[ blah blah to be edited,]

My voice has already been heard . I had traveled from east to west and back to the eastern coast of the land of the free . Requesting mercy upon the children taking my place 

I turned my face towards the sky as the words were not from within but from somewhere above me and my heart shattered everything God gave me was planted like landmines the remnants of the Books of Remembrance was my personal preservation of the presence of God in my lifetime. 

Only then did understanding come to me . What i had sewn into the world was truly the promised seed.  

It is not my voice that was requesting mercy on behalf of the children. Social media didn't even get one troll . I PUBLICLY CONFRONTED THE GOVERNMENTAL COMMITTEES AND as a victim of the historically documented failure of the political individuals from the orphan trains to Georgia tann and i am the link to the freshly exposed organization before and above Epsteins position in the unGodly cruelty of mankind upon children 

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 My heart shattered and all my Books opened and the words began to ascend upwards words from all four corners of the earth . From the east and the west . Some words where brighter than the sun and other words were black and a great Gate appeared one side open and the word filled with light turned the dark words into ash and the darker side of the gate remaind closed and all the dark words turned to ash could not get through..     

" YOU WILL SPEAK WHERE SILENCE HAS REIGNED TOO LONG".  

I stood at the edge of the valley , where the wind carried the faintest sound of crying .

The ground beneath my feet was cracked thirsty for .No cloud hung on the sky.

" THEY HAVE WAITED FOR A WORD TO BREAK THE DROUGHT" HE SAID.

First assignment.. 

I opened up my mouth in a single word fell. 

Heavy as a stone , yet light as a feather , it struck the earth and split it, and from the crack , green shoots began to rise.

" IT IS NOT THE LINK OF THE SPEECH." HE TOLD ME,'" BUT THE TRUTH WITHIN IT THAT BRINGS LIFE. CARRY IT UNTIL YOU ARE TOLD TO SPEAK AGAIN. "

SECOND ASSIGNMENT...

         THE BRIDGE OF THE CARRIERS

" YOU WILL NOT WALK THIS PATH ALONE." HE SAID . 

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Before me, my eyes were no longer dim with age , my youngest memory holding the wisdom that the highest level of scholarly knowledge could live eternity's and never achieve .. 

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Blah blah blah..first death had come to pass

  The choice between death and life. 

She knew by death here she would remain in the presence of God's love no words could explain 

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SHE answered I would like to live so I can play. ... blah blah ******

Hid a seed within her heart *******

For all her life she would abide.....]

             [ HOOK. .. getting tired.. 30 years of clutter. Trying to include my excerpts from the poetry. Of the old me Accompanying each task of the calling. And the re cord of each assignment only the child now understands...]           

Isr fear to recognize a childhood moment and stolen innocence preserved by the fear blah blah h.  

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The bridge was old, worn by the feet of those who had carried burdens heavier than their own hearts. Some boards were missing others grounded under the weight.Yet , on the far side of saw figures waiting.

" THEY ARE THE ONES WHO WILL TAKE WHAT YOU CARRY AND BRING IT WHERE YOU CANNOT GO ", HE SAID.

I stepped onto the bridge and hands reached out some steady , some trembling.

" YOUR STRENGTH IS NOT HOW FAR YOU GO ALONE, BUT IN HOW MANY YOU BRING WITH YOU. " HE TOLD ME.

Assignment three

 The Well of Forgotten Names.

10 assignments total