Sunday, January 31, 2016

Wings

12 Daughters of Eve,

So you wanna repent? Astrology turned out to be a bad boyfriend eh? And I suppose like all bad boyfriends, he started out as a real prince, telling you enough of what you needed to hear to keep you high. In order to detox from this poison, we begin by dismissing the long held egocentric notion that yours was a celestial birth (see Bible birthdays?) Or perhaps the Gregorian-Jewish calendar? The zodiac offers up a tempting assortment of traits and attributes, precariously based on a theory of time, claiming to direct the course of humanity, all while diverting creation from seeking to know their Creator. We all seek to be known. Studying the signs is a pernicious examining of self through a dirty glass.

The power of the Babylonian natal chart is activated by the mind via the ultimate power of suggestion and typically used to validate one's innate desire.  As a man thinketh, so is he; therefore, the power to control what a man thinketh is of priceless paramount in an I.D. war. It matters. The planetary projection of hell is designed to navigate our souls away from God by offering an all-edged glimpse into the future. Our interpretation of said glimpse is of no consequence to the demon who dropped it, only to thwart the path of the righteous. Deception is best accomplished when believed.
And while it appears Deuteronomy 18:14 wasn’t clear enough for stubborn hearts, perhaps the knowledge of ignorantly aiding and abetting your ancient pagan enemy should help, because with every indulgence of the forbidden fruit –demons rejoice at being discovered--after all, “It’s no fun to be clever and anonymous," they hiss. No one can conger up sympathy for the devil quite like a silly empathetic woman. Indeed, they know each other well from somewhere far, far away.

The joy of evil was complete upon Eve’s dismayed trajectory towards Babylon. The lie was a form of the truth, as she surely did not die a physical death at the infraction. Rather her spiritual seed was taken captive to be sewn among the whoring idols. Calvary sorts the seed . Symbolically, you muse the occult was delivered to Eve, via a tarot deck, by Adam’s ex-wife Lilith, to enlighten Eve of sexual inequality, well, you see how this might add to all the fury. Whatever the slick pitch to Eve—it was momentarily successful in leading her away from truth. After all, the crux of all temptation is ‘do what thou wilt.’
The deceived often ask, why does this appear to hold some truth? Because it does. There exists a form of power which denies the power thereof, or as you affectionately refer, the land of almost. It’s a popular place as you know…many visit and never leave.
Pandora-pagan's seduction entices one to explore the depth of their own spiritual ocean until completely lost. The hidden knowledge of the stars portends to satiate and replace an actual need for a personal relationship.
So now you know to crush it. All of it. The head of the snake is best kept underfoot and the eye of the eagle never sleeps.
Sincerely,
Romans 8

 

 

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