The Accounts, are, therefore, brought forth, To Be Certified, when completed.
The following, It is a sparse account, of my life in order, to fulfill my heart’s desire? I must, therefore, take appropriate measures, to fulfill, my heart’s quest. If Only For The Truth, of My Innermost Being, and The Acknowledgement of The Reality, of The Distance, Between Space and Time.
Read on to learn, what misunderstandings, can do to people’s lives, plus how it is in all honesty, someone’s My worst nightmare, especially after total realizations, and accounts of such. November 25, 1995, Wendy Yvette Lyke, Wendy Yvette Greenwell, The funny thing is, I had not started writing, yet.
The loneliness is subsiding, that, there is God. Till death do us part, is as close, as one’s last breath, for with years, comes the inevitable end. The days have caught up; the time is at hand. Join Together, One and All, Your Parents, Your Grandparents, Your Children, Your Families, and Your Neighbors need You. God said, “No more suffering.” The pain remembered, oh so distant, but right at the grasp of the mind’s eye, a lifetime, in one thought.
Come out of the grave of the outer, and into the peace of the inner.
Give it, To God through Jesus Christ. Think not of yourself, but give of yourself. My mind is clear of all obstructions. The cobwebs have been cleaned. The understanding, of the parables, is precise, not just for me, and you but, for everyone concerned.
For if it is to be,
To satisfy all the lusts imaginable, why are you still without, an empty void? Awesome, Yuk, the dung of existence, for if we are without, what must it be like, within?
The Liberty of Our Eternal Existence is at hand.
Clean your internal house, clear the cobwebs. Without, you are lost, with there is no separation, for within, comes contentment.
Withdraw inward, seek the peace within. The passion comes from long-suffering. Greed comes from the lusts of man. Where is the freedom? The World is contrite. Litigation, is in an explosion of catastrophes, daily.
Seek, and you will find.
Knock, and the door will be opened. Listen, and you will hear. Enter the inner chamber, and clear the misconceptions of existence. There is only one way, one way through the narrow hall, for verily, if we sway, the way can be, reversed.
The Passion of Christ is Within.
The Promises, are of, Christ Within. The Mysteries, of Christ, are, Within. The Lusts of The World, are Deteriorating Our Existence. Fight for, The Truth.
The Truth Is In Us All. The search is final. Once found, stacked down, there is no other, The One, The Redeemer of Our Souls, is in your face. July 1996 Wendy Yvette Greenwell, I feel the need to share this again. Upfront and personal. This is my very first picture with my first cell phone without a flash. The Tree is my baby, I saved it from extinction, one root in dry soil. Yeah, I love it.
The Beginning of The End of my writing, this personal declaration of being, “In Presence of Spirit.”
of the end of my writing, this personal declaration of being, “In Presence of Spirit.” Each and everyone, of “My Conversations with the Lord,” is mine, To Share, and Share I Must Do.
In the name of The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit, I Pray, for World Healing, In and Through, The Love of God The Father, God The Son, and God The Holy Spirit, of You, Jesus Christ. In One, “With The Holy Spirit of Your Ever Presence.”
I have captured in writing, all my years of being, “In Presence of Spirit.” With You, Dear Lord, My Love, My Life. The Only One, who took that lost, alone, gut-wrenching pain, right out of me, and gave me, all my times, “In Presence of Spirit,” with You, where I want to be. no date Wendy Yvette Greenwell
Universally In The Dimension Between Space and Time
If I were to, acknowledge my existence, as a wordy writer for The Lord. What, would you say? I have been studying, and right now, nothing is in my mind, it is entirely blank.
I have almost caught up again. I have greater insight, why all this book has come to be. All my writings have come to be. Every obstacle has been tossed, to the sands, in time.
The time is now. Ready. Set. Go. I have been going on and on, about what I know, to be from, The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit. One in Spirit. One in The Lord. Forever in Eternity.
We will overcome the plague of discontent, and remember where we come from, from darkness to the light, of God’s Great Power Calling.
Through your sister in Christ, from The Holy Spirit, through me, to you, who needs some time, “In Presence of Spirit.”
Lord Jesus in, Your Presence, I have found, the kingdom of heaven within. I have to share, this, the storehouse of treasures that, “We Share, As One in Spirit.” Together, Entwined, In The Presence of Your Spirit, and My Spirit, In One With, The Holy Trinity.
God the Father, God the Son and daughter, and The Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ, My Lord. The one, that made all this happen. Your Purpose is my purpose, and my purpose is Your purpose. Our Joining, “In Presence of Spirit,” has made it accessible, for all, to come into the kingdom of heaven, within. Where You are and where You will always be, Eternally Present. 2:06 a.m. July 2009 Wendy Yvette Greenwell
It is better to be the subject to ridicule, then to be there, oneself.
Thanks, Be To God The Father
For because if thou art there, then does not thou mean, that ye listened. “Oh ye of little faith,” for if the wise do speak their truth. Then who am I, but the messenger, disguised through glasses, eyes of heavenly dew?
For it is better to bear the pain. For when the tide rolls in, there be I, with He, who made me — whole in His entirety, straightway from hell, into his heaven.
Thanks be to, The Father, Holy art thou, who made the Heavens, and the Earth, for it is, God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit. Which has brought us out of the dunghills?
I have lost man’s way, but in God’s way, I have triumphed. For God, straightway, showed me the way, out of the darkness. Through the long tunnel of darkness. I have not been satisfied, with man’s way. God’s way, is greater than you can imagine. He is the life and light of our souls. He has not forsaken us, we have Him.
Lord, forgive us, for being, so weak, in faith. Bless people, with the ability, to know, that you have been with them, all the while, and stir their spirit.
Bring a song to their ear, throughout their being. Bring dance, to their bodies, to rejoice, in the movements, of our bodies. Bring gladness, to hearts, for sure there is an end to pain. Lord, recognize not I, who am writing, but to all the people, who yet are afflicted. February 24, 1996, Wendy Yvette Greenwell
