2012-08-17               Kevin Walters      Kevin's previous article

Key

John 
I am sending this information to help you understand what the article is about as the information in my e-mail this morning could be confusing if accepted I would like to add small prelude before it is posted
kevin

I would cover you with my wing, (higher consciousness) but you preferred sin. (You would not let me).
Loving Father let truth abound, clearing mist, cloud and shroud;
Water gives life to dry wood as truth feeds love
Quickening the heart setting it free, lifting consciousness to higher degree
Compassion is the fruit of thee

Torrid River in open boat, fear was the key to set my consciousness free
Calming river to a gentle flow into an orb my spirit did go (but with restricted sight more of this another night
Clearest sky and calmest sea but no Sun to see
Total still and gentlest movement of the will
Seat of creation it appeared to me
A presence I did feel, I looked high, Dove with keen eye, showing arched wing

I spoke with an Angel; I doubted his word, rebuking me strongly without saying a word.
I then knew I was tainted and deep sin, no untruth could come from him. He dwelt in the light and I in the night.
I looked at this angle that beheld God’s face, truth was the mirror of his state
I wondered with wonder and wondered again why I felt such shame

Our Father is the Creator of all, his consciousness holds all, and not one sparrow may fall

The Holy Spirit is life, as air is to flame, with wing fanning the heart to lighten the dark
Truth and Love are one and the same, setting the heart aflame

I looked at Jesus whose consciousness was one I am Father as well as son (“We are one”) 

I looked in my heart and found it was dark, but also there a spark, consciousness is its name
Time less is this spark that dwells in the heart so small yet encompasses all, waiting for the wing of the Dove to be fanned by the truth of love

She springs forth, higher consciousness, from supreme source
A lover of man, play my double flute and know whom I am
I will beat you blow upon blow, until in your heart, yourself you truly know
All evil you will see if you reflect it against me
Lay on my alter and you will see in the dark as I bridle (Yoke} your heart
Pegasus you will ride. With gold bridle to guide


Drawings


Where on our way, tightest angle to a corner you will zoom if you commence from within still, four corned room
As baby in womb you stay unless you rotate in a certain way (Why this so I do not know, parts of my form I have seen but still I cannot comprehend this reel)
Finding needle eye, veil, now we fly in differ sky
Pharaoh sleeps on top of four corned, room he has no need to zoom
But if moving in terrain things are not quite the same
Bow. Loop, or arch we go, bending bough aeons ago, with glint of sun when man was young
This is sometime still shown; when from wild nature we do roam
Often this symbol does disguise you need to be shape to visualize, but through dark veil you always pass, usually as quick as a flash
Through the bow, shadow of veil, away we go, take care, rules to know or home you go
Medusa new how to dance, but did she mock the other camp with her stance


Drawing

Follow the line to complete the sign
There is more to show, but much more to find and know, but woe Pegasus woe
Father, to nail the lie that man doe’s die
There is no need to divide in four you have given us the door 
They will take heaven by storm
The veil is torn this joyous Easter morn

kevin
In Christ.

She springs forth Athena Greek mythology.