Message from @Morning Dew
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i can also calculate the speed of sound
and i have done it
speed of light
So they’re measuring light in earth atmospheric conditions, and not in a vacuum, like the rest of space?
derek it doesnt get affected
that much
that is a demonstration not a 100% accurate representation
please, i have been sent my God to tell you this. Meditate. Breath in 7 beats with your nose, fill your stomach, then your lungs, then your shoulders. Breath our 7 beats with your nose, release every last bit of breath. Empty your mind, resist all temptation, beginning with lust, and then watch, and listen. God will speak to you through nature. The devil’s beat is 8, and you must cling to 7 and fight against it. Listen to music, and cling to 7. it will always find it’s place. They will notice you, and then through you into the desert pf temptation and fear, as they did to Jesus and all other saints. Cling to love, resist, do not fear, and then God will speak to you. You will see Him in nature. He will speak to you through music. Supernatural phenomenon will begin to happen to you. You will lose time, you will see visions, you will connect to God. If you win, the angels will come to you, and battle for the spiritual ground you have laid. Every day you’ll win more ground, the crows and creeping things will flee, you will see them writhe in pain before you, as you have cast them out and they have to enter ini something else. You must try, or you will be lost
😤
when you listen to pink guy to cure your depression
Have a lovely day, Morning Dew.
Same
Been studying organic chemistry
Pretty relaxing
That’s when you stop fearing the future, and start to love every second that comes next; if you would but calm down, relax, and meditate under a tree in the same place every day, no matter where you are, you will see God in the patterns of everything. You’ll notice the same exact bird visiting you every day, each time a little closer. That same insect, landing on you and moving carelessly across your body before flying away. That same songbird announcing the return of your consciousness, and then following you wherever you go. You’ll notice the singing birds, which before seemed fixated on other things, now firmly fixated on you. For some reason, the ones that sing follow and find you, and the ones that bark seem to flee your presence. Dogs stop barking at you, but are instead drawn to you with bliss, awaiting the love they seem to know is coming. You start to realize what dogs are really barking at, and why it is they bark at some and show love to others. They hate fear, and they can see it.
The leaves seem to blow in completely inexplicable patterns, swirling towards unfathomable ends, creating art right in front of you. One leaf will leap right out of the picture, while the identical leaf right next to it remains still. One leaf will leave the pile whilst the rest stay in place; this rebel then blows weightlessly in the wind, sometimes even just floating there, perfectly still, before gently touching down, defying all who attempt explanation. Even the smallest particles of material and dust seem to dance, leading you one way or the other, always-like a painting-pointing you towards the next dance.
All those things science can’t explain, the hole in every theory, those questions that seem to simply create more questions, now you realize what actually brings it all together, and what all those “answers” were avoiding. They don’t have answers, ever. Test them as I have, and see. Their answers are lies piled on top of lies, always contradicting themselves. The endless nature of their posturing is proof of their fundamental fault in approach: they deny the only truth there is in a world of illusions and lies, and so necessarily they never find what they seek.
You start to look at the clouds and realize, something so perfectly ordained could never have happened by chance. How does the entire sky move in perfect unison at the same speed, in the same direction? A wind current doesn’t do that; currents are erratic and create a funnel which causes chaos all around it, nothing like the sky. To make matters more inexplicable, how does the entire upper-sky above it move in perfect unison, all the way across the sky, in another direction? You absolutely cannot recreate this phenomenon under any experiment: it is a miracle of God.
You can see how the government attempts to make their own clouds through chem trails, and yet never can they recreate the beauty of God’s clouds. Their clouds are pathetic in comparison: thin, pale, weak, prone to breaking up and falling apart as assuredly as they were spewed from an engine, creating a thin layer of foggy mess smearing it’s ugly face over the heavens, failing to even remotely capture the all-encompassing blanket of true fog
In contrast to our failed experiments, God’s clouds maintain their perfect, beautiful, unadulterated form, that can neither be replicated nor imposed upon. They glide like snowy mountains, dominating the heavens and declaring the glory and handiwork of God. Our planes and helicopters seem like disgusting abominations in comparison: spears and swords, firmly burned into rigid, inelegant forms, ripping, tearing, and screaming across the sky in contrast to the fluid motion of the bird, spewing pain and fear as their growl imposes itself like war drums, joining the chanting of angry crows, heralding the presence of that horrible marching band of metal chariots, endlessly ramming through the world on forced roads that fall apart and perish, just like everything else the devil forces onto God’s perfect, everlasting order.
For every time you look into nature seeking God, you always also see the devil. Everything is a duality, and you start to feel exactly what represents the latter: the crows, barking at beauty and fleeing from those who know the game. Its that swarm of termites floating ominously next to you, or those flies which seem to drop whatever it is they were doing to just land on or around you, staring at you. That symbol, or sign in nature, that always seems to precede some unforeseen pain or misfortune. Sometimes these flies will mate right in front of you, as a despicable mockery of God’s gift of life. Endlessly they attempt to clean themselves, and never do they find the beauty they seek. You see that spider that you didn’t notice until it started fleeing from you, that cockroach on your floor that was already writhing in pain just for daring to enter your presence, only to spring back up and flee once you release them back into nature, as if their only problem was you. That cat which could not meet your gaze, and seemed terrified to notice that it had dared to meet it even for a second. You walk by a dog, and though it seems to bark against your presence, you then realize he is actually calling out in pain, desperate to be saved by the redeeming light that is you, trapped in a Hell he knows isn’t right. Some things seem drawn to you like they would be drawn to a tree, whilst others run as if there’s nothing in the world that could cause more pain.
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thats a lotta spiritual talk
MORNING DEW OK thats ENOUGH spamming bro..
wow
he wasnt spamming i just saw that as teaching or sumthin idk
take it to our religion room
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this is your only warning
PLEEEEZE
ignore me at your own peril, I have been sent by the Spirit to tell you how to find Him. I go where I am not wanted, as all saints do. I expect rejection, and mockery, because it was written. I have planted the seed, now I await God to do His work that neither of us truly understand. All I can do is lead you to the gate, I cannot take you through. I am the Anomaly. I was sent to the wolves, and then God saved me, and now this is my purpose
THATS GREAT but no more spamming... IGNORE ME AT "YOUR" peril
I do not fear man, I fear God
we have lots of great Christians in here
im glad you fear God
If they do not meditate, and find the Spirit, they will be lost. Hatred and Pride, and Lust exists in your hearts. You must reject these things. I am capable of nothing, I am nothing. God speaks through me
well its not like anyone else is talking about anything else...
seems rather slow today
His response is expected, always demons come, possessing my brothers and sisters, to silence and mock me.
We also get religious trolls here as well...
They know who I am, and they fear the moon’s dew. We come with the wisdom of God, I am not the only one