since I started writing the book, at the beginning of 1996,
Who am I, to write what I have, and who cares, in the World. What I have done. But all the while, time and time again. It was my journey, from the darkness of my soul, to bring light to my soul. For the loss of my life, and my love.
Through my writings,
It lifts me out of darkness, into a state of grace, Grace is given by Jesus Christ. I know my pain was buried, my pain was ugly. My pain was in my face. When I left, I was in shock.
I searched deep into myself, all the readings, all the prayers, all the crying, mourning, the things I put up with, the emotional roller coaster of the negative, that had consumed our lives.
I had no cover-up, for my abused self, from him and me, for losing me, to the lie. Because that is all, it was. I once said, “that if this was all a game, everyone lost.” Well you know, the only thing we lost, was the fight.
My straightforward being, is a constant, in the writings.
Only in the Spirit of Our Dear Heavenly Father, that made my experience, A Gift, Not A Curse.
A Gift, To Mankind, for The Remission of The World’s Sins. In God, I live through Jesus Christ, and His Holy Spirit has ignited the light in my soul. To Induce, The Omnipresence, of every prayer for humankind. To open up the kingdom of heaven within, each one of us.
Oh please, Who am I? No one of myself, pick me apart. The Lord through me, gave me, His Holy Spirit. “To Perpetuate An On-Going Dialogue With Him, “In Presence of Spirit.” That is what is up. All summed up for me alone? No! not for a second.
It is made, “In Presence of Spirit,” for His Purpose, to stay with me, until the end of time, and forever.
Now, this is the only forever, and I can only imagine. It was never a competition against or with the husband of my youth. Although it is obvious, I am not retarded. I stayed unmarried, and he is married all but three months of the fourteen years. Our kids are Adults; his kids are in the first grade, and kinder. Now he is staying, making it right.
His little game caught up with him. Now that I know it was all his game, because he always competed with me, for some strange reason. The reasons that have come to pass.
I survived every obstacle to come to complete for me, mine and the Lord’s, “In Presence of Spirit.” To be shared. A must of my desire and my quest.
I can not in my mortality, state it any different.
I refuse to be embarrassed about my small part in this, repeat, “but what oneself is, To You Dear Lord.” He gave me my heart, and my soul back. “In Presence of Spirit,” The Original Writing.”
I thought long and hard about that, the first piece of my heart, that he gave me eyes’ to see, to write it. “In Presence of Spirit,” and then closed they went. I was part of the negative inside me. Not just my negative, but everyone. Take it any way you want it.
I have to see it through; no door has opened yet, this is all or nothing. What do I have to lose? I guess I am the one, that is going to open, that door. Hey! What? the door has been opened, and no one dared, to come into, “Wendy’s, In Presence of Spirit.” When they do, I know I will feel better.
I love it, he gave me meaning before, during, after, my misery.
In the presence of my misery, Jesus took my hand, and guided me out of darkness, into the light of, His Ever Presence. I have been a silent partner with Christ in me, the hope of Glory. Silent, I must not be anymore. Too many are suffering. Although I still do not speak what I wrote, and if it is the Holy Spirit’s will for me to speak, at that time, so be it. With one heart to heal. October 27, 2008, Wendy Yvette Greenwell
I thought, “how safe, courteous understanding employees who take care of the special needs, of the Women and Children, who walk through those doors.
As breakfast started Moms were’ preparing the meal for the Children hurt, battered, but going on with the everyday duty of caring, picking up fragments of themselves, while keeping the focus on their young.
I observe mostly children five and younger. The outward appearances seemed, not to show the real story. The inside concerned me. They were fighting.
Realizing all these Women and Children had just gotten out of the “Last Fight.” As I watched the children, I saw my own, at all their ages. I was grieved to see the outcome of an evasive cycle.
The residue of the ending cycle, of the degeneration, of Our Unities broken from bondage, to prepare the way, for the regeneration of our souls.
Life’s trauma’s, affect the balance of the truth.
Confused, through the clouded darkness, of one’s most inner being. The circle of events is repetitious, throughout history. So many are kept secret, chartered course, and it is hard to stop the cycle.
No man is better; My God is the oceans,
Are the mountains, are the trees, plants, tropical forests. The food therein is the spirit, and spirit is not minded power, it is heart power, compassion. Thank You, Lord, you always knew I wanted, to write.
Women’s Advocate Hall:
Friends are working together in all crises, loneliness, acceptance, compassion, tenderness, honesty. Truth shall set us free. Thank You, Lord.
We all get our ancestor’s vibrations, repetition since time started. One million to one million, someone from Noah’s Ark, had an unclean heart and passed it on through. Christ sent from and through God.
Christ is within us all. He is here for the asking, a bottomless pit. You have to reach down deep, and then accept, Jesus Christ as Our Savior. He is Our Source. He is, The highest. He is Omnipotent, and Omnipresent, In Infinite, Magnificent Form.
My Lord, My God, you know what my mind says, but my heart, lead’s to Glory, complete for, You. My eyes, your stars, your truths implanted firmly in my heavenly loins, for thou know the wombs of us, that have been privileged, too full term life, Your life, Your love, Your compassion, Your strength, Your communion with the Angels since infinite time began.
Safe Haven’s Community Services:
People in need of comfort, compassion, understanding. It is time to put away selfishness. We are all on a ride. Why not get on together? For tomorrow is coming fast, and then do you want your life, to be in vain? Mine is not anymore.
Lord, grant that I might see, through Your heart. To ride that white stallion, through Your Great Gates of Eternal Life. “Lord Show Me Thy Ways.” Well, You already are, I can not live two lifetime’s, in one day. Thanks for slowing me down to a gentle trickle, while I am sponging your knowledge.
Thank You, for showing me my place in heaven, and Thank You for letting me see the light. All I saw were people, using people, taking advantage, not listening or looking to see, what was going on.
Who made you Judge, Jury and clown master.
Man did! God is the Only true Judge. The man could not tell the truth from a lie, so man made judge and jury. The man was running around. What soothed him was his ail, his women, and the control over the centuries.
I have reached the kingdom of heaven within, and I am growing stronger. We will meet, we will be at the pearly white gates, together. We are the caretakers, and every one of us has been used thumbs down, put down, and run down. Not by God. God’s warnings are omnipresent but by Man’s words.
“We will mount our horses and draw our swords,” We are the stronger to put up with the blame of man’s demise. Come out of your comas. We are not doormats. We are brides of Our Father, who art in heaven. In the name of, The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit.
God grant that I may see clearer, each minute that passes by, Lord, for the afflicted, are in desperate need, condition. It is time to end the cycle. Since deceit, greed and all the other abominations, concentrated in one big mess. Yuk.
I see a beautiful vision. It is from God. Women afflicted, being able to recover from, “The Last Fight,” together. Recovery together, helping each other, through the transitional year, and to help the elderly, because we can make them happy before they pass away. No more hiding, what are all you waiting for. We have to fight for Our God Given Rights, and I will not keep my mouth closed. Writings in secret forever or not. January 29, 1996 Wendy Yvette Lyke
I Know In My Heart We Are Going To Have A Safe Haven
we are going to have a “Safe Haven for the transitional year,” in every City, where Women are having their, “Last Fight.” It has been going on for Centuries. We are going to throw the abuse away, and bring back the beautiful aspects of life, for our sisters, families, neighbors.
For Centuries, Women have been mistreated, been there, done it, more than we know. Now we know we are not alone. Everyone in their way has prayed for a way out. I have been living lifetimes in a day, the cleansing of heart and soul.
No one got here by themselves! So we should share our recovery from the deterioration of what is most important for our Families! Save the Women. Save the Children, Stop the cycle of abuse.
We need to help regenerate, Our God-Given Rights, “Reach out and touch somebody’s hand, make this World a better place if we can.”
We Can! Our way has been shown. Not for greed, but for compassion, understanding, help in gaining knowledge.
The process is harder, if you are on your own, by that time you are so hurt, you just do not have any fight left. I have been fortunate in the first two and a half months, I went to sixty Al-anon meetings.
When are we going to get up, and use our knowledge for the multitudes, as Christ did, and is doing through all the people, that have been afflicted through misunderstanding? January 21, 1996 Wendy Yvette Lyke @at the time
I would never have come to my ultimate conclusion. I am like a lost sheep, that does not have anywhere to go. I am in a strange land of opportunities, but I feel all alone.
Please help me, Jesus, in your blood, spread all over this world, and let us take action. For the wages of sin, have come to their conclusion, and why should the innocent suffer, without cause. I wish not death on this man that has judged me, but peace, to the Earth.
You have taught me immeasurable lessons,
and You alone walked me through the fire. I have no fight left. Oh, Jesus, I am scared, please bring The Comforter down, and rest with me, while I grow in knowledge, wisdom, communication, compassion, understanding, patience.
Lord, You put many words, in my vocabulary, I Thank You. Lord keep near our children, You are the only one they can trust, hear them, Lord, each time they speak, for I know their pain. Lord I have to say this, God bless him and her for they lack in knowledge, justification will come in your time, not mine.
The pain is here, but I lift, as best I can, My pain, for it hurts to wait so long, over something, I have no control.
Lord, I know you have not forsaken me, but what must I do now?
Where shall I go to rest? Who do I talk to? Who is it that should tell me where to stay next? I feel I have no, anything left. Am I to blame for all this mess?
My Father said,” you are not a messenger of God.” I say, “Everyone is a messenger of God. We all need to find God this generation, for it is up, not the end of time, but the beginning of eternity.”
Our lives are muddled in all the generational garbage,
that man and his ancestors have kept alive of greed, materialism, wants not needs, everyone is affected.
I need to write to the afflicted; I am not alone.
I have to fight for God’s truth, in God’s time. “In the name of The Father, The Son, The Holy Spirit, as it was, in the beginning, is now and ever shall be the world without end.” Thanks be to God The Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost.
I have nowhere to hide.
Show me Your Way. Show me through, Your Eyes. Show me through, Your Guidance. Show me through, Your Courage, understanding, wisdom, fortitude, acceptance, patience. The Oneness of Eternity Which You Possess.
Bring Your Word Alive, through me. Let me be diligent, in receipt of Your Gift to me and let’s together, Proclaim The Prosperity of Soul, Life Through, Jesus Christ Our Savior. March 4, 1996, Wendy Yvette Greenwell
