Saturday, August 5, 2023

When Taking the Morning Train

The A Train at the Heavenly Station Blowing its Horn

when the ferryman pays your way into Heaven then throw two dollars in change across a train track if one coin should get stuck between the tracks then that person may never come back. throw another dollar as i had done when i had thrown two golden coins dollars and one got stuck in between the tracks, so i throw another dollar that one went over the tracks that time. to pay the ferryman a fee that would not hurt your passenger when everything was unloaded into the sea or into downs where i can't see Me getting lifted into Heaven but the Heaven that i knew, a long time ago for every crew for every true person that set their heart into sacrifice and now another house of the street can die a better way that the ways of God's color in the street that would bring back the Blood of Heavenly Kings (Red) to be the charge of everything new (heavenly and earthly) down into the earth where the (blue) waters bring forth the death of many to our cities and brothers that came against the Heavenly Subjects on earth. and the Lord said to All those who honor each other's dead will also walk in the Spirit of Heaven among them on any street tomorrow without fearing or killing another brother. for the Lord made Our enemies one with us who have nobody else to hold on to but those who hold our grave or crypts open to Heaven will enter a gangsters paradise that rises with every blood spilled onto the streets to be a shed of wine or a tear of beer that falls in a cup of God's absents to be shared hand and hand as we would enter the Kingdom of God. every train leaves a track behind for us to enter Heaven as we chose. and the Iron Horse pushed through the valley of Death at GodSpeed and the Spirit of God's day was awaiting what was taken from Heaven everywhere unto a Heaven anywhere that you would choose. there are many ways to transfer from here into Heaven. or into a Heaven on earth that returned back here to our Mother Earth.

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