Hem of His Garment…
She gently held me still a moment,
knowing my need to listen so closely.
At first I’d thought no, but later I understood.
I had pushed too hard, misunderstanding.
Then I remembered Josh Garrels’ “Revelator.”
And I understood her devotion’s great depth.
“If I could just touch the hem of His garment.”
spoken in earnest, knowing faith would answer.
Time for the teacher to listen to his student,
whose heart learned well, enough to face me
in clear depth of her love’s origin I knew not.
Though disappointed in dismay & disapproval,
Her heart had always been in the right place,
waiting her turn to sway mine unto her own.
An untold grace, unexpected, stood me still
before her, in tears, finally understanding.
Lesson well-taught, well-learned of her
bringing water of restoration and joy.
I befeel her heart lept beyond my own,
though I launched myself into the Universe
farther than any unto utter loneness.
In the deep quiet there, I reached out
and first found her with the same
love for truth and nothing less,
which sealed our friendship in faith
before Him in devotion of worship only
He could bring in revelation’s depth unto
two hearts so close, though so far between.
—RK
2:21amEDST (UT/GMT -4) 9/12/2019
I’m glad I listened.+
No one…
No one can trifle my countenance,
myself included, not in presence.
Sad they cannot apprehend long
tracks of creases all across.
One who may, only finds pain,
pain of many days, languishing,
“friends” gone, family blind,
blind of who I am…, unknown.
A glance back the long road,
I see nothing else to know,
save desolation of the lost,
all in their last anguishes.
I’ve done all I could,
no one paid any mind,
though I held treasure,
great treasure unknown.
It was a trifle to them,
with no idea of Eternity
and its reflection through
and through…, undeniable.
This great sadness, though,
will not follow me “there,”
for it simply can not.
So, will I walk into light,
Never seen of them again,
not even dust left of them
who would not…, be known
in truth of the Eternal. - •selah•
—RK
11:13pmEST (UT/GMT -5) 2/3/2019
Will you ever listen?+
You NEVER looked…
A sad, old man, I am…, still…, in that quiet place
I found when I was just nine…, quiet, undisturbed
in my pursuit of truth, undeterred…, by ANY one.
My path not one I’ve known ever took…, for truth.
For sake of truth alone, I deeply pursued its limits,
its essence, not just facts or where else they led.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, but in great pain…
At last, all found which was lost…, never sought.
No, you cannot end my sadness, for you never loved truth,
not this much, this much as I have, so keenly focused
that no one could deter me in what I knew I could find,
but only deep within, nowhere else to look, but found.
Still I pursue nuance of truth, beyond grasp of many,
and revelations continue unabated…, and gladly…
Where do you find yourself in this world’s chaotic morass,
seeing nothing otherwise found only within…, so utterly blind?
Your desitution, your misunderstood isolation, only draws death,
death you’ll never be ready for, always dismissing its imperative.
When it’s all finished, no one will seek after you, for NO ONE
will know you ever existed…, with all your hopes & desires.
I only wish I could help, but you will have none of it,
myself having tried too many times…, you only abeying.
Sad the world is all there is to you, though was never to me. - •selah•
—RK
7:25pmEST (UT/GMT -5) 1/19/2019
Will you hear the message?+
Will you listen…, just a little while?
Too shallow for the depths, she folded in grip of fear.
Nothing I could do…, her fear unexpected…, I stood back
as she withdrew into the blackness…, unlike the deep.
And so go many young…, sans nurture…, into the abyss,
oblivious…, for no one told them of the great light beyond.
And so they go…, lost…, unreachable…, out of sight.
So much I could have done for them, but alas…,
many of evil take hateful toll…, unwelcome,
unwelcome by the shores of the river Styx.
Still, there are many others I can help,
if they don’t discount the depths, yes,
the ones that are reachable…, real.
Somehow they think it is all fantasy,
so its deeper reality is lost to them.
If I could show them just one brief glimpse,
just one, I know I could help them. - •wan sigh•
--RK, 11:52pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 3/7/2016
There’s so much I could tell you…, so listen
a while for your deep home…, from within.+
…and you know what? - It really works rather well.
All I have to do is sit in my imagination’s chair, but
I don’t allow it to do the work. - It’s my trampoline.
It doesn’t like being used to open doors it cannot.
You see, that’s the trick, if you understand it.
That’s right, I’ve been here a very long time and
I’ve learned how to shut it up and use it as a tool.
It works quite wonderfully actually…, and then,
then there’s drift. - Using billiard “English,”
there are many different things you can do,
but we won’t go there, because far more vital
issues await in dire need to be addressed.
Time is important, but its subjective perception
can be manipulated, though not time itself. - So,
if you see what I mean, from “there” I could find
my next step…, with all the time I needed.
It’s not that I was way ahead of you, but that you
were far behind “when” you couldn’t catch up.
It’s okay, I won’t take advantage of ignorance, rather
of knowledge you never wanted to pursue…, uncaring.
You never reached for time’s “finish line,”+ all
your own doing, leaving me far ahead…, alone.
But I’m in good company of angels who are quite
unencumbered with time…, for they work beyond it.
I know this…, for I climb their same ladder.+ - •selah•
--RK, 1:26amEST (UT/GMT -5), 3/3/2016
“Something… calls to me…, the trees are drawing me near…,
…now I’m on my way.”+
only the few can hear…, from deep within?
I can only hope…, for all else is falsehood & worse.
I hope you understand the world’s “news” is all a lie.
If you assign the world any veracity at all…, you’re lost.
Step back…, take another, deeper look…, to see the lies.
They’re lying far worse than you can believe.
We’re all near history’s last precipice, its worst time.
I may or may not be here then…, but some of you will.
I offer hope for you to endure…, for it won’t last long.
So stand back…, from within…, understanding that faith
answers faith…, doubt cast aside long ago…, forgotten.
If you’re on the path now from deep within toward truth,
don’t you slow down! - It’s nearer than you believe!
Yes…, the fulfillment of all things…, in final apocalypse
soon to pass before us…, in wonder…, just before time’s end.
Yes, time’s long spell will not last & many will not
be able to pass beyond the wall at its close…, soon now.
Just be sure you’re ready…, for very few will be. - •selah•
--RK, 10:44pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/28/2015
I hope you’re closely watching recent events,
listening even more closely otherwise, from deep within.
Ask yourself how it is I know these things.+
…not the ones everyone already knows.
So, what to do now? - The word’s out, but no one’s listening.
“Have you heard,” as the Moody Blues asked? - I don’t see it.
This being true means many, many are terribly lost…, abandoned.
Our dire need for truth left many behind, for they were made late.
And who made them late, but those who programmed them,
yes, programmed them against truth they desperately needed.
So tell the real truth…, every secret to free them all.
Otherwise evil will rise to vanquish all unto darkness.
So…, one at a time I’ve worked to help seekers,
since 1971, to look deep within, the only “place”
“where” truth can be found. - This I do know.
What do you know? - Have you sought unto knowing?
I think not, for all I’ve seen is desperation otherwise. - •selah•
--RK, 10:57pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/27/2016
Seek unto awakening…, or acquiesce unto destruction.+
Phantasmagorical it may seem, though real nevertheless.
Nothing new here to me…, except for you, so…
…at home in this surreal, I find comfort, knowing,
yes…, truly understanding its “unreality” to others,
others who have no ken of such things…, babes.
Ancient…, nothing new under the sun to me.
Follow along, catch up…, for there is much here,
so much here to discover…, to learn, to leap from,
to leap high, deep within, the only “place” to go,
only finding rabbit trails elsewhere…, to nowhere.
Seek after the joy of deep discovery that I have…, unleashed.
See its embedded quintessential+ wisdom the world cannot know.
Understand you may be unaccompanied here…, though not alone.
Relax…, compose yourself in comfort, in peace unrealized…, for release.
Find yourself at home…, a place you’ve yet to be. - •selah•
--RK, 10:44pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/24/2016
Come home to the surreal, beyond “reality.”+
Contrived, or is it real?
What meaneth these things? - Is art contrivance?
Some are real, but what’s between the furtive images?
I lose myself inbetween where meaning is found,
unspoken in the art, the music…, the surreal.
If you search not meaning in art’s presence,
you miss its entire message…, even if you
recognize seemingly fleet images of the surreal.
If you look not deeper…, then do not look,
for it is pearls before swine…, turn away. - •selah•
--RK, 7:29pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/22/2016
What say you…, you who search not the depths?
Its deep mystery is forever lost to you,
for in its enigma…, you are not found.+
“I arose in time of trouble and suffering,” seeking evil’s vanquish.
You think they don’t pursue me? - Oh, but they do.
They have no idea just how far behind they are.
In their sights I did not hide…, way beyond.
In flank against them, they were bewildered.
Of a sudden I was out of distant sight.
Past the barrier, I was home…, not them.
Encamped…, they had nothing to plan from.
Meanwhile I moved on…, far beyond their ken.
Here to take your confession…, I am not your priest,
but I am the seeker in your pursuit against truth.
Hate has no reason…, we know this. — Why don’t you?
We know why…, for all you have is rebellion,
your most cherished lying possession against you.
Still you pursue against the barrier…, the one,
yes…, the one you know you cannot cross.
I know you cannot…, not with hate.
And so we fade in the distance…, never looking back.
The rest of my story I cannot speak of.
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My nails are dirty…, but what did I do wrong?
I know of the counted shadows… - •selah•
--RK, 10:13pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/17/2016
You have your answer, the very one
I can only ever speak of.+
Live audio recording from Camp Finicum. - Hang on & listen close!
--RK, 1:45amEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/11/2016
Thanks very much to Gavin Seim.+
[Click for Original 4¾-Hour Audio File Here.]
I’ve been beyond the veil most will never see or know.
So…, word up…, it’s there…, check it out…, it’s close,
very close…, within you…, nowhere else…
Don’t let the world distract or “opinion” you.
They don’t want you to see it…, but it’s there.
Of that there’s no doubt, but find your own, yes,
your own doubt of a world who thinks to deny, yes,
deny your access to truth within they’ll never seek.
Don’t let them do it, strike them out…, go within,
the only “place” one can find everything of truth,
because it’s not “out there” anywhere…, I promise you.
I know because I live here, within…, in somber peace.
Learn to recognize the world’s verbal violence,
violence against truth they don’t want to know.
Sadly, they never will, rejecting obvious reality,
reality they can touch, hear & see. ♦ So what’s truth?
Yes, so then what is truth to them if reality is
debatable? - There is truth far beyond “reality”
they will never seek that I know you always do.
Don’t stop now, or ever…, because you know, yes,
you will find it, because there’s simply nothing else.
The world can never “tell the truth” when they know
nothing of it, not from what I’ve found within,
from deep within they’ll never admit is real.
I’ve seen what is real far beyond “here…,” far beyond
and more real than their hate will ever look for.
A sad testimony of them…, one they even admire.
Truly lost they are, nothing you can do…, so
don’t even try. - They’ll never see the veil, yes,
the veil their own hate sadly hides from them.
That’s right, I see them in ultimate desolation,
desolation they’ll never see right next to them.
Prepare, if you can…, for their existence soon to end. - •selah•
--RK, 12:24amEST (UT/GMT -5), 2/8/2016
That's right, for them it's all about hate.+
To those who murdered Robert LaVoy Finicum:
Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
You won’t like it…, and it won’t take much.
You knew the murder, your own…, him innocent.
You only freed him…, and locked yourself in.
Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
You condemned yourself…, while he went free,
free unto sleep of death…, restoration next.
Not for you but unto the second death’s finality,
overthrown, your existence ended, unremembered.
Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
You know I can. ♦ It won’t take much, and
I can look you in the eye, in peace, no regret.
Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
Can you look me in the eye, in peace, no regret?
You backed yourself into guilt’s anguished corner.
The coroner will calmly stamp it murder so met.
Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
Don’t make me break your heart. • You know I can.
Don’t make me break your heart, ’cause I will.
Don’t make me break your heart. • I know I have. - •selah•
--RK, 3:51pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/29/2016 — Slightly edited: 1/31/2016
“They” come for you now, for your hold in keep…, unto destruction.+
Popeye always said, “I ’yam what I ’yam.” ♦ So what is whom?
To reach whom “I ’yam,” I must ask why and how.
Why I can’t tell you…, but I can tell you exactly how,
as I already have here in many previous postings.
Research, ya’ have to look things up to grasp knowledge.
I know you depend on Wikipedia, etc., but they don’t
ask me for definitions. - I outstripped them long ago.
I discovered definitions on my own…, long past.
So…, who in the hell is RK? ♦ My answers’re here,
in all this bloggetry I’ve spent so much time on,
much time…, for you, so you could understand and
never need to question again…, because you’ve seen,
yes…, you’ve seen what I’ve portrayed and displayed
of all that my heart earnestly desired to show you.
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So, now what do you do? - I’ve pointed the right way.
And, if you don’t make the scarecrow’s right choice,
you could lose all things…, but you know that.
So, you must go within yourself…, or never…,
ever…, discover all that you’ve so longed to find.
Far more is found within than hoped for…, in faith.
Yes, I speak out hoping to steer some to the well within,
the well of truth…, the well of truth many, many miss,
yes many, many who’ve been steered away in false trust,
trust of those who have the deepest hatred of truth.
I trust none who pontificate…, who preach hate.
It’s hard to see that’s what they do…, but they do.
Believe me, I know. - My mom made sure I would.
She instilled in me what it took to discern deception,
lies that would have otherwise destroyed me.
Should I have told you what I have? - Tell me,
but be sure in your answer…, for angels do listen.
It’s all about faith…, of which the world knows nothing. - •selah•
--RK, 10:08pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/27/2016 — Revised 1/28/2016
Ah yes, faith, “the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.”+
None know her strength or courage against all.
In dark dress, in ease of challenge, sharks pass as nothing.
Such is whom I have by my side…, fearless…, daunting.
Who could accost such a one…, calm before death…,
with no challenger who would think to intimidate?
I know such a one of sublime moment of grace,
who’s peace cannot be challenged of evil.
She is close by my side…, none knowing,
victorious laughter…, heartening, encouraging.
At ease with her I find perfect…, joyous calm.
Such a one you should know. – Alas, they’re few.
I am wonderfully blessed by such a young knight,
my Joan of Arc…, precious…, fiercely gallant.
Dark challenge against her boldness has
no grasp, no purchase, no faith…, blind.
Blind to her deep strength none can affront…,
she is my daughter…, precious…, my cherished one.
Stand aside…, for she rises…, none left who will challenge her.
--RK, 11:36pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/24/2016
Her name is Breakwater, her sound’s mirrored surface behind.+ - •selah•
This is what I did…,
No…, I did not crash…, and I found all I had been seeking.
There was no one else there. – The loneness broke my heart,
but I couldn’t slow down. - I knew there was so much more,
far, far more yet to be found. — In deep elation…, I knew
all that was to be found was before me…, more waiting,
awaiting even deeper discoveries with fulfillment’s highest
clarion call all the way back to 1964 when I first heard it,
the call from within, unmistakable, unmistaken, found…,
…found in perfect clarity, doubt lost…, nowhere to be found.
Such I wish for you in your pursuit deep/high within to “places”
the world will never know…, beyond. ♦ Losing existence itself,
they will never know what we’ve found…, deep within…, ever.
Only seekers who’ve received the love for the truth and
nothing less will ever have the drive to know…, to know
the truth far beyond this world…, only found from within.
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What’s next for us only we have inkling of…, for revelation,
though now we have what we found this side of its threshold.
I broke out of lower realms…, dark…, unto deeper light…, far,
far higher than the world will ever give even a simple damn for,
though it has always been our deepest…, highest hope.
Now…, so completely and utterly fulfilled…, we see it. - •selah•
--RK, 9:27pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/22/2016
A very familiar metaphor, indeed.+
I don’t speak for you. - It’s far…, far too dark there.
I stand in the light. ♦ Of its brilliance, you know not.
If I could only show you…, for just one moment,
you could never doubt again…, I know this.
You are in your last moments now…, of many I’ve seen,
but not here…, though many are. - My name is clear,
all too clear for those who know of me…, inexplicable.+
Not my home, I find here only final moments…, quickly dimming.
All I see everywhere is destruction, desolation…, in emptiness…,
you standing quietly, slowly scanning, in awe…, sensing more.
Then gravity falls & all things move away as its blackness
follows…, becoming your deepest…, now remembered,
darkest prescient nightmare in horror of nonexistence.
No way to see beyond it…, even in its dank nearness.
I only imagine it, knowing its impending unreality for you,
terrible to know, to try to conceive…, for nothing follows it…,
…not even you…, for you never cared for truth.+
--RK, 11:35pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/14/2016 — (Image added for 2nd video link.)
Oblivion offers nowhere to go…, after nowhen. - •selah•
…but you sure need to.
More than that…, you have to, even if you don’t want to.
The reason, quite clear to the rest of us, makes us wonder.
Yes, we wonder why you don’t understand. - So, what is it?
You’re either ignorant, unschooled or you just don’t care.
Believe me…, I understand if you just don’t get it.
Society intentionally causes confusion around everyone,
and your response reflects just that…, in consternation.
So you need to get informed…, but only from within.
I offer an open doorway “there” anyone can walk through,
no penalties, no awards…, just the truth…, within.
So, “Follow me, follow me…, as I trip the darkness,
one more time,” as we remember and find peace. - •selah•
--RK, 10:37pmEST (UT/GMT -5), 1/7/2016
Get a grip, listen, understand & get it…, finally.+
