Blue Gates.

Darkness falls over the sky's canopy and wise seek cover while folly awakens. He has been awaiting this clash. For years he has lain in wait, ever since words spoken to the effect of such an event. Whether he is ready time will tell. The time since the words were uttered a tug of war has ensued, being pulled this way and that, as a wave tossed to and fro. Times when he would seek the strength with curious faith, wondering in his heart if it were there, that reserve for the dark times. Those fiery darts, poisonous arrows directed at his sanity. Their insistence as if the delusions being delivered by solicitous vengeance were for welfare. Those dark clouds wafting in bearing only demise, illusions, falsehood. They had a frequent goal the death of the victim. It could be the physical, dreams, hopes whatever propels the intended towards hope and faith, the sought after prize.

Sprouting up within the battlefield of thoughts, the age old civil war. Hopelessness vs hope, unbelief vs belief, faithless vs faith forging to win the garden. As the heart erects its wall. A barrier that the owner can not seem to climb or demolish. Dark days indeed. Uncertainty is the one constant, unknown the length of battle, tactics to utilize, where reinforcements are to be found a complete deficiency of wisdom.

Various moments of clarity. Hope comes forth gleaming like light of the blade of a sword instilling the motions of his attacks. The way to fight, which way to come from,these revealed igniting steps to conquer. Reaching deep, seeking out the mysterious courage, stepping out as his blade shakes as he outstretches for foes, with each thrust confidence accompanies the attack. The balance of the scales appear in his favor.

But that is the problem the thoughts that this could be finished, untrue. The onset of doubt will arise from the dark apparitions, for they recognize the light in the eyes of their prey. They gleam with wickedness, rubbing hands together, licking their lips. The time for attack is now. Spewing forth foul green, yellow slime and vapors they assault the garden. Falling, hitting and spreading the virus moves quickly. For this victim suicide is the regular goal. Repeatedly they have brought it forth closer they come each time, but no victory yet. The prey keeps turning to the light one. Snuffing out their assault with images of hope. Dawning a belief one step closer to the zone he needs to be.

That recognition zone. The blinds rolled up, the veil torn and that which has been hidden laid bare. As when the sun first breaks the horizon light sheds upon his desolate garden. All is not lost floats within, a reassuring thought hopefully enough to enforce resolve. Anything to stay afloat and that is in itself a travesty. To only stay afloat when there is so much more to be grasped. To climb the mountain anchoring himself as not to fall, even soar with the eagles those ones with the insight. Attaining the big picture perspective. Putting everything in place finding wisdom. The treasure found when a soul is at rest, believing in the provision from above is all that is needed. Resolutely fending off the vicious weapons from within and without.

The promises that him who is above does not lie nor falter to aid those who trust in the words given. Oh so much more than enlightening, it is recognition of that which is behind the veil. The light comes on showing all that was lurking. Those devious notions seeking a victim, to harm one so that they may delight in darkness. Such foolish pursuits considering that all is know to them and yet they fight on knowing full well that the battle is lost. Their destination set. A lake of fire. Torment their garments for eternity. Which seems just since so much of their existence while mankind lived and breathed on this planet was spent tormenting all. Those not of the kingdom and those of the kingdom. Non discriminating foes to mankind. All because they believed a lie resulting in lies being distributed. Gifts from the angel of light who now is the prince of darkness.

This battlefield within, my heart a ground for war. Participants, the spirit, the world, the devil, God and me. All trying to influence me whether good or bad does is not relevant. What is my soul is the prize. I have received the gift from above. The gift bestowed to those who believe in the one true salvation. That which was accomplished in innocence. Blood shed and presented in the temple made without hands, to him who is holy, just, true and benevolent. A gift that can not be earned only given and it is free. The cost high for one must renounce the right to the knowledge. What is that knowledge, the good and evil received by rebellion. The tree set in paradise, holding fruit that was not meant to be eaten. Yet man and woman eat of it, deceived by the serpent of old. And throughout the centuries since the same rebellion filters through mankind. Some aware of it most not.

A narrow path awaits those who seek truth and the spirit to dine with him. The daily dying to oneself so that he may keep what is rightfully his. The throne of the heart. A deep abode containing much treasures, but easily lost for the counterpart seeks to seat itself. The mind. Powerful yet deceptive. Hostile to its creator, seeking its own. Wanting the throne without the qualities to rule. It has been said the heart can not be know, this may be true but at the same time is a lie. The mind can not be know especially when deprived of truth. Knowing is one thing being influenced is a whole other realm that few find. So lost on earthly wisdom and renown people becomes lost and hardened. A gruesome loss. Thinking that what they know is enough as if opinion was wise. They become gods within themselves and thus reap the rewards. Skewed, misaligned and deformed such things become the treasures sought. Projecting what darkness lies within on others to do what the prince of this world ministries mission.

Deceive the masses. Setting a course for the blue gates. The doorway to the abyss. To fall lost and confused. Lost for they did not seek their maker. Confused because the were led by the illusion set in place centuries old setting themselves up as the almighty. The most horrifying aspect of all is that when the light is extinguished, in a twinkling of an eye, the fullness of truth smacks them. The full force hits, leaving no room for lies. Lies falter against truth. The power of such a notion is unavoidable for eternity is not misled. The misled, those full of themselves. Falling to their new destination, eternal home. Surrounded by fire, filled with fire, tormented day and night separated from the one who made them, gave them the breath to live and yet rejected.

How to recognize the lost, simply by the fullness of spirit. Yielding the throne he comes and dines with his children. Teaching, leading, speaking, imparting all the elements to be found in paradise. These are available to sons and daughters of light during our visits here. For we wear suits of flesh, our fallen natures for our true identity is a spirit. Allowing that knowledge of what seems as fairy tales to become real, true, influencing each day. Propelling the steps we take.