Innerdialects

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^{Reflections @ Mt.Olive, garden Gatshemonem, Kidron ravine Vinepress, here Yeshua (born Bethlehem), prayed few words that still involves all Humanity: prayer of the Prince of Peace inviting me to seek Him with all my Heart. Soul, Mind, no shopping lists attchd.,}

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".....Lord 

Often I treat you like santaclaus. 
My bad. Could I just see 
what You see, in me/ us?
Why should anyone pray &
 exactly what happens when we do...
where does it take us? "

G  a  t  e  w  a  y  s 

Behind me, the sea is beauty & beast. Crystal foam spits mist. I love and fear the sea : it defies me to walk in it – what’s this route, why do I feel mortal and immortal? I am dust, but the dust and I do not talk; humans are more immortal than we guess. Here I’m with a Person who seems familiar; He is 360 ° ! Creator of every leaf in the Universe, every being. His accent is Compassion.

The face of this ‘Gardener’ is not easy to see but yes, He is familiar, like the lines is the palm of my hand. We’re at a Vineyard? It is impossible to enter. Roots, bark, vine grow over the front gate -This gate, shut tight, as with rusting eyelids in hopeless sleep. I get the feeling of being like the gate, ugh, in a stupor. Have I been sleeping ? Is that what this is? How wake up?

(“Say?”I begin, wanting to ask Help out loud, but He seems to understand my inner dialects). We peer at 3 Gates: one leading to the other, in what I also seem to know, is the Vineyard of Prayer:

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Prayer is complicated in its simplicity. It would crush for fragrance, crush out lies, limitations; It reaches beyond surface values, towards His Kingdom purpose…in me

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=G. A. T. E. W. A. Y #1=
&key

gateways: they
let everything else in. 
keys : give us access (to 
our Creator)

“This is the Gateway to your mind.” His whisper is Still waters. He gives me a Key

-gravity shoves me back. I hear another voice, its thin laughter is a chuckle from hell. Curiously, that’s familiar too. I know how this can spiral down into black- fire hopelessness, but no more! I asked for Help, and here it is. Not looking back at waves, I take the Gardener’s Key. It turns me inside out- turning out thought processes – my inner jaws unlock from old conversations with Fear, am unlocked into clear skies, with wings –

Praying is when my spirit arms become wings. I am unburdened, lightened. A Bearer of only His Light: from the toes of my soul, to the finger tips of our Asking. ‘ They that wait on the Lord, will renew their strength and mount with wings, as an eagle…'(Isaiah. the Bible)

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This is the first Key

The key of Faith. “Believe in Me.” His Still Small Voice is the ebb of a storm shutting up.

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Fear leaves. I am light, touched by His Light. It is like wearing wings. …they lift feet, arms, my entire being. If I gained the whole world and lost this, I’d be a monster with arms and feet that could stamp out your harvest. And mine. Without faith, I’m a locust swarm of doubt. Fear paralyzes. Faith frees. The Human spirit is empowered to look beyond learned limitations, and sap into the energy of God.

“This Key of Faith unlocks your mind,” He says.

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^{Vineyard is an illustration of Human Soul.}

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=G. A. T. E. W. A. Y #2=
& Key

For I must love You 
Great One, with all my
Heart, Soul, & Strength (mind)
Or I do not love You at all. And then 
I, am a mere tinsel star, a cardboard 
sheep, a market selling candy
 in the name of the Most High. 

=Gateway to my Soul=

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The sandy walk runs wider here at this Gatepost. (Why is this so demanding?!) “Ofcourse it is.” The Whisper whispers. There’s always a demand. From heaven or from hell. The Sir Gardener waits. He is a gentleman. He will not push. I take a while, I say, “Yes.”

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His second Key is tinier than the first, it shines with the Light in Him, He is the Light of the World. Worlds. Past, Present, Future. I stare at the Key, it mirrors His face. What’s Hope got to do with this, I don’t even like the word. But –

“Just say, you want this and Its yours.”

His question smashes out misunderstandings between us – like grape crush & vine blossom scent in mid winter. This can’t be this easy, there has to be a Price Tag.

As if on cue I hear a Broken prayer from Gatshemonem’s Vine press where Yeshu once said, “Not my will but Yours.” Christ said that as He surrendered His life to the Father’s will, to atone for Humanity, on the Cross.

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So. You telling me this means – giving up my agenda, time, my emotional space: anxiety hits me like a slow saw. Nag, nag. Do I want this, when what I only want is the privacies of personal peace, yes yes, not as the world gives, see – I’m Human? Not supernatural!?

(The sea begins to sneer. It lathers in shock at its loss of control ovrr me. It’s very evil, stands witness to His actuality. I stare at these two Dimensions: Evil & Purity. A War! A War over human soul. But how can I be pure, I’m born in sin, doesn’t the Bible say that?) Before I can say it out loud, all worry is slammed by the Cross; It crushes the serpent’s head. “Tho your sins be scarlet they can be as fresh falling snow…” I’m reminded to see what I cannot see? I’m being asked to look at a mirage but image a pool?! How?

Then I see the impossible.

I see me – from the p.o.v. of His Eyes. It is an impossibly beautiful sight – It is the Resurrected image of His son Jesus. He sees me thru His son Jesus – Jesus who took the penalty for me. Here in this Vineyard of Conversations, I can be Grafted into His Stalk. Christ’s. Like a ✝️ree planted by streams of Living Waters. If I care~ I can be a fantastic re- Creation of me.

“If any one be born, made again in Christ, we are a new person. The old is gone. The New is here….”(Why would anyone care that much? But He is not anyone).

I take this second key.

It reads HOPE.

It burns Light. Sheds Light. And the Light in it, is Life: a Lighthouse in rock dark shore. This Key is 7 shades of white- ripe as noon, the stare of healing, of new cells, of energy of war horses. My thoughts unlock into His. It is no longer I, but Christ living in me. I want this. Forever. The Gate is no longer fragile, nor I. Its not on me anymore. It is on Him.

Relief & Joy dance barefoot. I’m a merry willing Prisoner of Hope. Gratitude spills off the blue sky and into the sea. Time stops. Seagulls nod. They know their Master. I admire their freedom and realize with new happy shock, this is mine too, this Freedom to see the Truth with my Spirit Eyes, by Faith in His Credibility, Hope in His Promise, aye without sniffing for skin deep evidence.

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the kingdom of God is right here within us like a little seed grows into a mighty tree within - 
can you feel it?

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G. A. T. E. W. A. Y #3

to my heart,
here is my pulse

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it is a storm. Peace sits in the eye of the storm. “Be still and know Who I am. “

“Lord God, this is exhausting. If this is a Prayer, rest me, arrest my heart in all the right places…just do this for me. I can’t. You can. “

He nods, His brows are emerald horizons. I feel a new emotion as the Keeper gives me the third Key. I know this one unlocks True Love: Love that died for me, still lives for ones such as I, making intercession for us – it is so precious, I can barely bear it anymore. The gate swings wide open, waiting

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Am in the Presence of Absolute Comfort. Like a Dove. Wide as the Heavens and beyond. Here there is bold fearless strength. Christ in me. I have much to unlearn, leave, shift. Be. I am His Temple. I peer as thru a glass darkly. One day we will meet face to face, the Keeper of my soul and I. Till then, I hold His 3keys:

FAITH, HOPE. LOVE

This I know in part now, that Love is the most demanding? This key unlocks my “Me”, to the world out there like an ocean calling. This key, Love, will exact my loyalties and offerings. It will snuff out Hate -like a wilting needless candle, in the Presence of Him alone Who paid my BloodPrice. The Key of Love is tempered by the two other keys Faith and Hope.

I lean hard in the Vine, lean right in, where the sap flows. Leaning on the Greatest Personality ever, the most selfless ever… I see in the ✝️ree, a Cross, a Redemption planted by streams of Living waters: they ask if I would step out, walk water here? Yes, I say, not caring about propriety and the opinion of sand storms.

Since I got here, I'm @the Stronghold of Peace, Joyful Prisoner of Hope: my Burden is Light, in these Yards of Conversation with Him Who writes our names in His Story of Love if we believe Him. 

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FAITH - believes His ability to move mountains,  this Power that raised Jesus from the dead.
HOPE - perseveres against all odds, fixes eye on Him.
LOVE - covers wrongs, forgives, never keeps record of fails, holds on

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Vineyard of Prayer : because talking to God will separate us from material, self centred ways of accessing His power, without ever loving Him for Who He is. What happens here can be unexpected; the results can change us, free us from humanly acquired limitations.

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