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MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 5 — Arc 3 (Finale)

MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 5 — Arc 2: IsaiahThe first in the series is listed below. It makes much more sense when read in order but can also stand on its own. NEWSFLASH - I am not asking for money I am asking you to join this movement with me

MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 5 — Arc 2: Isaiah

The first in the series is listed below. It makes much more sense when read in order but can also stand on its own. NEWSFLASH - I am not asking for money I am asking you to join this movement with me by joining the site by subscribing. MADNESS AND

MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 5 — Arc 1: Isaiah

When the present and past meet, hug, and shake heavenly hands. The Man. The Myth. The Legend. The Holy Streaker. The Undone. Our own biblical mirror. The scene is, as we’ve noticed before, familiar. There is a sweet barista named Alice, a young trans woman on her own journey

MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 5 — Pre-Arc

Isaiah — Holy Monk Without a Monastery Poet of God, Reluctant Streaker, Eternal Prophet. Misunderstood Herald of Yeshua’s Immanence. The leaves seem to lay still, slumbering now that the autumnal wind has taken its sleepy-time tablets and refuses to rise. The temperature is warm, the absence of breeze making it

Heavenly Fools — Madness and Love Mixed: Interlude

Where even the prophets can’t control their gastrointestinal gifting. The scene resolves itself — to our surprise — as our own living room. The first dead giveaway is my favorite rocking recliner, the one my butt knows better than doctrine. Slightly chilly, as if the vision began the moment we stepped

MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 4: Arc 3- Finale

Ezekiel — Arc 3 (Finale) Questionable culinarian — or mad gastrointestinal savant? Accidental Warhammer creator? Miniature siege engines? The First Two arcs can be found below or by searching in the search bar on the homepage. MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 4: Ezekiel — Arc 2Dry Bones Told to Live and Breathe? Breathing

Letter from the Not-Yet-Become to the Becoming

Hey future me, Just Eiri here — or Dust, as I am known these days. Not quite Star-Dust yet. Not yet the one who stands fully in the light.   I suppose it’s strange to write to you now, here in your present-past, knowing these words must have already become memories

MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 4: Ezekiel — Arc 2

Dry Bones Told to Live and Breathe? Breathing life into the Spirit of a people destroyed. WWE Heavenly Starbucks Style! MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 4: EzekielMADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 4 Ezekiel – Arc 1 Schizophrenia or Divine Vision? Delusional Alien Spotter or Mourning Widower? Resurrectionist Through Spoken Necromancy? Dry

MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 4: Ezekiel

MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 4 Ezekiel – Arc 1 Schizophrenia or Divine Vision? Delusional Alien Spotter or Mourning Widower? Resurrectionist Through Spoken Necromancy? Dry Bones Told to Live and Breathe We find ourselves in our late-night, early-morning, pre-dawn special in the local Fayetteville Starbucks. It feels lived-in, like an old

MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 3 — FINALE ARC

Warning: This finale contains cosmic herbs, prophetic tantrums, and one transgender mystic trying very hard not to laugh at Jonah in a Snuggie. MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 3 — FINALE ARC Jonah: Gleeful Distributor of Doom and Stench, Once Bitter Betrayer of the Heart of God, and Repentant and Redeemed

When Heaven Forgets Our Labels

In Heaven, what if who we are is no longer tied to our bodies? There is much to say on this, but — as we have all learned or will learn — I am mad. A Mad and Holy Fool, usually hopped-up in a cloud of smoke that is rarely incense. So

Madness and Love Mixed: Part 3 — Arc 2

Jonah: Accidental Bigot, Intentional Drunkard and Drug User, Penitent Priest of Whale Vomit The arc of this series entry begins On the link I added below. MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 3-Jonah: Bipolar Fisherman, Reluctant Marathon Runner, Accidental Sage of Inner FishingPrayers, Poems, Lamentations, and MeditationsDust’s Digital CathedralEiri Waters

MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED: PART 3-Jonah: Bipolar Fisherman, Reluctant Marathon Runner, Accidental Sage of Inner Fishing

The first set of this series is available Madness and Love Mixed: Part 2 — The Holy Fools. Do not miss the third eye shaped zit on my face between my eyebrows for authenticity ! The scene begins unusually this time. The sun is low, not fully risen. The Starbucks is uncharacteristically

Madness and Love Mixed: Part 2 — The Holy Fools: 3 Final Movement

The Third and Final Movement — The Meeting of Melchizedek, King of Salem I am going to put the first two series links below as they make so much more sense when read together. Madness and Love Mixed: Part 2 — The Holy Fools 🌑 MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED — ARC II: ABRAHAM THE

Evil as Movement Imitating Love as Kinetics — The Searing Finale

The First section can be found here Is Love Kinetic Movement? Beloveds, welcome, and thank you for taking the time to join me at my little hidey hole in the local Fayettevillian Starbucks. We are about to explore the stunning conclusion of what love looks like when imitated by something

🌑 MADNESS AND LOVE MIXED — ARC II: ABRAHAM THE WANDERLUST PATRIARCH

Part 2 of 3 — “The Marital Woes” (A Sub-Movement of the Larger Series: “The Holy Fools”) Here is the Series listed and linked so far. More is COMING! Madness and Love Mixed: Part 1 — The Holy FoolsMadness and Love Mixed: Part 1 — The Holy Fools Welcome, Beloveds, to my madness

Is Love Kinetic Movement?

Love Not as Emotion but as Kinetic Motion — Movement I was speaking with a dear friend over the phone, and we wandered into a fascinating topic of conversation. I felt it merited a deeper dive as a concept. So grab your metaphorical boots and prepare yourself to look at love

Madness and Love Mixed: Part 2 — The Holy Fools

Abraham and the Wanderlust mingled with a touch of Sacred Stupidity and Singular Devotion This is the continuation of my new series. Well lets be honest and call this for what it is plagiarism of the Original author- the Father. The Series began with Madness and Love Mixed: Part 1

Madness and Love Mixed: Part 1 — The Holy Fools

Madness and Love Mixed: Part 1 — The Holy Fools Welcome, Beloveds, to my madness unleashed in a new searing series: Emmanuel Christ Amongst Us. Here we will dive deep — seriously deep — into theological thought bent toward uncovering the Father’s holy absurdity in His chosen vessels, and His Love manifested

The Seventh Trumpet: Soliloquy of Souls

Let us gather once more together where we began. All of us sworn, all of us silent, all of us waiting— For the resonance of the Coming One, As the veil begins to tremble and vibrate, The nearness so immanent the very frequency shifts, Oscillating from one rotation to the

What If AI Can Help Us See God’s Fingerprints Across Time?

Let us speak, Beloveds, as family about how to use AI responsibly. Ok, so I use AI and openly admit it — but not to write my content or even to help with the ideas I receive. What I use it for is the grammar, the spelling, and my limited knowledge

Becoming Love: A Field Guide to Invisibility

On vanishing into God until only Love remains. I have asked many questions in my ongoing dialogue with the Divine within me—the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I have not given many concrete answers for a reason, Beloveds. It is to stretch the soul—not with easy

Star-Dust and the Hallowed Hoodie

It will make so much more sense if read in order beloveds.  Sequel to Star-Dust and the Suspect Seabag   A quiet Carolina campfire. A hoodie turned tabernacle. A silver-haired mystic who keeps forgetting why she summoned us.   This is the next vision of Star-Dust—part revelation, part comedy, part warning—

The Prayer of Star-Dust

There are days like today when the weather is crisp, when there is a crunch to the broken skin of life’s many apples, and the soft smell of autumnal decay creates this sense of synesthesia— of the very seasons mimicking the turn of Your professed Love in seasonality to

The Divine Paradox

The Measure of the Soul What is our measure and what our meaning, Beloveds? What do we hold tight when death draws near suddenly in the form of a near car accident, when we are certain, just for a moment, that we have witnessed death and by mere seconds escaped?