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  YHWH-slave-girl   Please clic here ! Lament-of-9th-son  Please Clic here !   soy el hijo de nueve el ultimo de una familia humilde, modesta…   cuando sali del taller sagrado un ser Divino me recibio con manos abriertas,   soy su encanto hasta este dia, y dia por dia estare y que logre su objetivo en su engendro,   sere feliz, nada ni nadie podra quebrantar ese gozo,   la alegria que siento de servir, y estar a su disposicion,   estira esta vasija y moldea...moldea, te sere algo util por que eres confiable y nada de lo que te propones a fallado.   Tus poesias Divinas ensayan mi arrededor, todo suspira grandeza, todo elojian tu santidad,   nadien como tu ni nada en lo minimo,   me eres un placer envocar tu nombre O’ Jehovah, me energizas y inspiras gran emocion,   me conmueve las largas noches..descanzo arrebatado, medito en tus magnificas obras,   Jehovah eres muy deseable, placentero, me inquietas, me siento a vert...

Not even death could change, the essence of altruistic love the spirit will exchange wonders, and the memories bring about feelings  causing it's giver to reconcile on the premise of his Divine name, that is the God (YHWH) Jehovah I so much love, and forged a everlasting bond, and search for a covenant with such ones.

  There is no greater love then the love of sacrifice, And I loved her the same,   Yet she couldn't get pass the fear of love,   for she knew it not,   in the absences of this love affair,   I summoned the ultimate sacrifice to show the way once more,   It kept (me) exhaustively waiting...and this it revealed !   Life and death is like a web, it is a fragile balancing act, yet to experience both is a blessing disguised in full display.    This path is synonymous...one of the same, when the embodiment of love searches itself,   when true love embodies self sacrifice, that is what it becomes  under the mighty sight Of Jah, life and death are but a whisper, a promise and a resurrection,  now you know with love I contend.     No hay amor más grande que el amor del sacrificio,    Y yo la amaba de la misma manera,    Pero ella no podía superar el miedo al amor,   porque no lo conocía, en ausenc...

 To rough and concede, To mild to create a lasting spark, Two rogues testing nature to what should be natural, A spoil in the making, Ancient drama all to allusive, the insecurity hostage holds can we laugh...can we smile...can we share hurts and pain... can we connect even from far away,  are we fine tuned in so many of the unseen, are there sparks in the room,  a flame all to obvious, vibrations like the sounds of harp strings in every stroke, is there harmony, peace,  is there attachments for what ever reason, the soul searches, can one bring all this together...when can a start begin from ground zero, can one release the stagnation, from poor to rich...rich to poor, from chronic health to extreme vibrations, from young to old, from old to young...a seekers choice Surely we have missed the ancient allusive drama and have lived in shackles, even with broad knowledge (paradise) is just in love with rogues if that be the case,  I can't say no more ! Rafael G Gon...

As a public servant in service to the people, I come across those with inquisitive thoughts and I surely accommodate their questions. Some are prone to ask about my age, so as a counter "I ask them" do you want to know physical age or my spiritual age ? For the common (average) my physical age has an expiration date, from the incubation period to being conceived cast out  my life's journeys is transitional. I won't go into details but there be a resurrection. My spiritual age, my birth in the memory of Almighty God, in the workshop of that supreme being that number is irreverent because I am his property. "The Almighty One" has complete authority over the creative process and copy right to bring about a carbon copy of this subject in every detail. So if my physical age can trick your sense, certainly my spiritual age would be something else to consider. So being subjective to eternal energy my existence is ageless.  To the unlearned time becomes a state o...

     You're much aware, that my expressions have changed it doesn't carry a heavy and weighty matter, its reconstructing the past into a new self, making invitations through deconstruction of hurtful schemes and imbalances that so much seeks my presence, as the innocence of a child the heart contends, the innocent smile that race to the receiving soul, here I'm yearns the old age drama, seeking the cause...mending the broken pieces, as light is to day and darkness is to night searching pure truth and the host at it finest, a gathering of sparks saturated the air, a soft spoken and admiringly beautiful rose, and we exchanged unbroken rhythms like energies stock-piling into it's core,   I hope someday you will come into life, and we channel those superlative expressions, all embracing and never to release. Rafael G Gonzalez    Sep 28, 2026 1:19PM