A Dictation From God of the Angel Armies

3/23/2015

I AM giving you, and you will give yourself, permission to no longer be keyed up or energized and “on guard” continually, so that in the unexpected BANG! when books are dropped, or a dynamite blast from a construction site building project happens, you are no longer vulnerable.

 

I HAVE HEALED YOU and you no longer need to be wary, be vigilant against unforeseen dangers and things or events that might happen, like an RPG to a guard tower or an IED hit to a convoy on Route Irish that has guys in it you just released out of the FOB less than 30 minutes ago.

I AM your Healer.

It is no longer your lifestyle to live fearfully, you are Mine. Trust in ME. Don’t trust in your ability to manage consequences. Sin exists but I have overcome, relax and release your fear, in Me.

I AM Trustworthy.

The people you will soon see and serve are people who still live in fear, of themselves, of the unknown, of the changes they see in their mortal form. In My immortality they are just moving forward in the path I have for them, so the changes are not alarms. Trust in ME with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge ME.

I AM directing your path. Run away from evil and run to me.

Healing to your body and breath to your soul. Rest to your soul. Forgiveness brings healing. Forgive the people who didn’t even know you but shot at you. Forgive the grief, forgive the suiciders, and the bitter ones, the ones with hatred and fear and anger. I have come for them, for you, to have abundant life, not abundant threats.  Trust me.

Trust. In. Me.

It’s ok.

Just trust Me and let go. Be the person you are supposed to be. Your watch is over, as it relates to Iraq. You will no longer ever again be in that place of restless, unrelenting danger.

I AM with you, I have called you by My Name, you are Mine.

When you don’t remember to carry concealed, I will be with you. And thru the brutal presence you will not be overthrown, and thru the fire and smoke you will not be burned or choked.

You can see and hear and take in sensory things that will no longer grip and paralyze you, and when your ears hear a sound that makes your palms sweat and your muscles tremble, your heart will stay calm and steadfast and the effects will eventually subside. The physical will catch up with the spiritual.

Because I AM with you and I have called you by My Name. Called you not by some title designated for you, like Much Afraid or Timid or Compensating, but I have called you by the Name Above All Names.

You are Mine.

Everything is totally fine, in this moment and forever more. You will not fear environments or spirits or people, but you will love ME and Fear ME in the way that a son fears and loves his father. It is ok to be dangerous and tactically dominant, and it is ok to be weak and ineffectual, as long as you humbly trust ME. I AM. Trustworthy.

That is what it came down to. Mistrust of the NORAD air defense network to stop commercial airliners from hitting your skyscrapers. Mistrust of leadership for imposing restrictive and politically motivated ROE. Mistrust of self-serving peers who would step on your forehead to gain another ladder rung for their careers. Mistrust of media who would grenade you as soon as applaud you. Mistrust of a spouse back home who *might* be wandering astray, as you mistrust even your own heart for looking around at options and fallback positional relationships and porn.

I am here to bring back your loyal trust, and allow you to be off guard and have everything escalate to ME, your Healer. In the calmness of MY love you will once again form strong cross braces and trusses that will be a platform which will not be precarious. A mental latticework that is not penetrable, that will not collapse into the hole, that will provide safe crossing. I will encourage and uphold you and help you stop worrying and patrolling  for threats. I will be your security and your vanguard. It is ok. It is well.

Your days were written before you even knew ME. I have always known you and loved you, and everything that has ever happened to you was what I allowed to shape you into My vessel. Nothing happened on accident, or outside of the orders I cut for you before you deployed. You will no longer be a prime target for the lies that you were not enough, or did not do enough, or did not see the ‘correct’ level of combat. I put you where MY PLAN would have the best chance of germinating, and it has. So look forward.

I make you, and everything, new.

 

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This whole thing should be in red letters. I promise it was not authored by me; I just wrote it down that day as it was coming, as fast as I could. And it is words of  life. -DD

The ‘Boro, Downtown, at 1am

10/13/2007

Same car.

Same few, same happy few, same band of brothers.
Eerily similar, the streetlights globe by thru my smudged window and we careen lazily down abandoned highway tar towards the skyline.

Shotgun controls the tunes, and we rock to some debatably good music as the dark trees whip past. My backseat accomplices are belting out since you been gone, and so what the heck, I join them. We sound like some kind of lame barbershop quartet, but nobody cares. The open window howls in disunison.

My eye stings from the flashing, whirling, sparks of ash that have just accidentally erupted from the tip of my tiny cigar. A multi-layered hole has been clumsily burnt thru the arm of this borrowed polyester suit coat, which is apparently good for a laugh or two from it’s owner in the front seat, so that’s a relief. Pipe smoke mingled with my garment-offending cigarillo is a wonderful aroma to accompany this second timeless night of permanent memories. We exit the dark, empty freeway and slowly prowl to a parking space.

Something flits thru my consciousness as we disengage our collective seven-hundred fifty pounds of gristle from the tangled backseat. It flickers before my eyes and whispers in my ears as if hearkening back to something I knew in Philly.
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Could this be my city, too? I don’t know. I haven’t been here yet.
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We begin our newly familiar trek thru the sleeping heart of a city, lamenting the fact that nobody had foresight to bring an actual camera.
It’s scary how much like last November this is tonight, so I don’t allow myself to think about it because I miss Uncle John a little too much still. Besides, tonight is way warmer, and my little brother is getting married later today after lunch. Way different, but still way similar.

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Walking up then down the sloped sidewalks I sense a resting, a waiting until Monday morning to resume life. There are surprisingly many out at this late/early hour, and evidence of wasted cash is everywhere, bolted to axles with 22 inch chrome, wrapped around necks and hips, and parked alongside sewer grates outside unoriginally mundane nightclubs.

There is an obligatory stop outside a closed and emptied formerly “great good place”, in his mind immortalized as THE PLACE he met her. Don’t look like much now, empty pieces of emptiness scattered inside on the floor, abandoned, but we briefly acknowledge the significance and then walk on.

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Some free running mockery, some disgusting guy talk, and then we catch sight of one of those locations where time warps: a multi-level parking garage. Everyone knows these places have magical powers, where floors disappear and reappear two down, where cars move themselves once in awhile, and where Neo occasionally fights Agents while inside the Matrix. Our pace quickens with sudden weird energy, and we stride in with blank direct stares fired at every surveillance camera.

The elevator adds an even greater comic-book-antihero-like feel to the moment, and I stare out the glass, arms crossed and cigar clenched as we rapidly begin the ascent. In moments like this there is always time for a pic from a cell camera; the self-taken group shot turns out to be epic in nature, beyond our wildest imaginations.

My cinematic mind is again drawn to the window, and concrete girders drop thru my line of sight as our cabin rushes up and the city rushes down… and then I begin to feel something inside me. Ownership, or the longing for it.
The coolness of the night air welcomes our squad as the door groans open at the top. My reverie is interrupted by some leftover fear of heights, inexplicable but very real, and then all is forgotten by the views.
Thriving darkness spreads out below us in urgent Need.

Lights twinkle, dance, move, float thru the carpet of night. Dozens of windowed stories rise around us higher, and the wind passes quietly. It is calling to me.

We spot a darkened ballpark and hastily head back down street-level to check it out. The field is asleep, and I can imagine sitting in its bleachers someday with my girls, catching a Saturday night game under balmy skies.

Wait…what?

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The pipes are empty, the Black & Milds are spent, and a half dozen large guys with mohawks roaming around after midnight is just what a sleepy patrol officer might need to help keep himself engaged until shift change… we may as well go get some nasty gas station food and call it a night.

As we negotiate our way to the car, I am conscious of the bond that has just formed, and is even now increasing in strength and intensity. I will be back here to see you again, you can count on that. Keep the lights on for me, keep the cracked sidewalks waiting.

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A threesome walks directly at us and past, friendly slurred greetings as they put their best foot forward in an unconscious attempt to be something other than more random faces… It seems that once again, their drinks and social interaction have not seemed to help take away the emptiness and wistful longing for a purpose in life. We return the greeting, and I wonder about their destiny.

And I wonder about this new city. My new city.

Greensboro.

 

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The Call could not be denied, and the Triad is now my home. Since moving here in June 2008, I’ve learned that “our” parking garage from this night is one of the top locations in the city for suicide attempts. Every time I hear about one on the news, I shake my head and remember this night, and how we are to bring life where once was death. Suicide will die for good One Day. -DD