There is a box that I cut and flattened, nothing that size can contain who I am.
There is a room that I opened the door to, so that you can hear what I say
There is a place up high that I live from, that lets me live the crazy the world cannot contain.
There is a world that needs all of heaven and the craziness that there lives so stops the deathly silence.
What if we are seated in heavenly
places so that we can rule from there?
The Lord has given us authority over the earth and we have done so by pulling out row upon
row of boxes, crates and containment units; according to the size of
what they must contain.
The earth has become a nice line upon line
security center, filled with containers of many sizes as long as none
is too big as to over shadow. As one rises another falls to keep the
bell curve.
In heaven we have permission, full permission to be wholly and fully ourselves. We can let all our crazy out, we can scream, laugh, snort, dance, and twirl as much and as nuts as we want or feel we need to. But here in the earth we hold back to keep to societies picture of what we are supposed to be. We start to believe that who we really are is not an acceptance part of the picture. We live in a way that morphs who we are that is enough ourselves so we don't go mad but subdued and moulded enough to fit somewhere
One of our biggest fears is that we will not be wholly
accepted, that people will misunderstand what they see in front of
them that they will throw us away and reject us.
What we don't
realise is that when we are fully ourselves, this give permission to
those who have been ready and waiting to be fully themselves.
The world can't change if we agree with it.
There is an anarchy rising, a world
sick of it all. There is a rebellion that will change the face of
the world forever. My question is, are you going to be a part of it?
