Meer van het oude Prophetic Underground forum

[Karin]

De site heette 'Prophet Shelter' en was ook gewijd aan de verspreiding van het Eeuwig Evangelie en de Tweede Bijbel. Ook was er een kleine verzameling boeken. Zowel op de website als het forum werden fragmenten geplaatst en volledige werken.

Taken from the Book of Visions
Tickets To Licorice-Land

As i have seen in visions, and as i have seen in dreams : suffering leads to the licorice, and the grave to the chocolate. in other words : the fruit of suffering is licorice and the fruit of death is chocolate, which we find at the end of the dark tunnel.

The fruit of the cross is the licorice, it can come into many colours. Maybe you remember English licorice ... it is multi-colored ... it reflects the heavens ... Specifically : what i saw is that the fruit of fear is red licorice, the fruit of scorn is green licorice and the fruit of depression is brown licorice. This is why we should bear the cross with all the other objects of suffering, for it leads us here. Our pains will be our joys when we have found the user-directions of it.

But many present day prayers can quench it. Many people have let their tickets to licorice land taken away by healers or those of the prayer movement. A good article on present day prayermovements and their dangers can be found here :



Don't let your licorice get prayed away, don't let the devil steal it from you. The cross needs to be entered, not getting thrown away. It is a promise.

Healing is a spirit, Prayer is a spirit as well. It cannot be done by the flesh, by a liturgy or by an agenda. Healing is a Person, and Prayer is a Person, and only by the Prophetic, by being spirit-led, there is access. On this all the further charismatic gifts should be based. Even our love is worthless if it isn't based on the prophetic. And the prophetic means personal. God is a personal God.

Cat City

Cats are important for the endtime, they live in their own cyberspace, as people more or less, but with the difference that the spell of grotesque is broken, cats do not live by grotesque but by cryptique, imagine how beautiful these cat-people are, how you can easily sink away in those magical big and deep eyes going beyond that which 'is'.

Cats are everywhere, and they have spread their traces, waiting for us to follow it, to enter their world in virtual reality.

Snakes have their own virtual reality, where they live as people. Cats have the mission to bring childhood back, and the games, and snakes are the pain-translators, the pain-travelers, holding the pain-maps, all for transformation and simulation. Snakes are the jesters, sweetening all the drama, and cats and snakes together have a broken spell of legalism. Imagine a world in which any legalism is broken.

Babylon is a fallen cyberspace

God will destroy Babylon, the world and the church. Oh, everything is much worse than they say. I often see no any difference between christians and those of the world. It's often all the same, while God has called us to leave Babylon, to make a difference. Again and again I am shocked how christians still follow 'the fashions of the world', and will therefore meet the same fire as the fire which is going to destroy Babylon, for God is going to build a total new planet by fire. There is still this call to leave Babylon and to be not formed like this world is. It is a very serious message. Christians are often even worse than the world. Do not have part in the sins of Babylon, so that you will not have part in her plagues. Even for Sodom there will be more mercy than on this religious and worldly empire.

Babylon is a fallen cyberspace

Caramel Empire

God told me that at the end of the tunnel of anger there is caramel. Caramel is some sort of burnt sugar. Anger speaks of a deeper suffering, a greater sensitivity, but it ends here. Those who are angry for Him will be sweetened in their anger, and getting the key to enter the Caramel Empire, a deep secret of the cross. Divine anger is a care system, activating the immune system, but it will lead right to the caramel, it will not overdramatize things, neither will it keep any of the sugar alive. It will burn it, until it is caramel. This is the fruit of anger, a path going beyond the surfaces, a path for those who want to understand divine suffering, and having fellowship in it.

[Karin]

Er volgen nu twee poetische albums van dezelfde persoon die over vijftig punten had opgesteld over de territoriale demoon Rian.

Introduction :
The Gunners of Esmehehel (By Anonymous)

Ok, this is from the same anonymous person as the poetry of Karsuikian Wood to be posted on the prophetic underground. This is dark poetry, a bit like a megadeth album, semi-apocalyptic as some sort of battle against one or more demons on the journey through Esmehehel, the fortress of the elves, the karsuiks, which are the trumpet angels.

For more info about the dark journey through esmehehel as an escape from Rian, the prison-fortress where the elves were imprisoned, go to "The Battle Against Rian".


The Gunners of Esmehehel (Poetry)

1. Son of the Gun was a Happy Trigger (Bull-it)
2. Down the Sleeve
3. Wrath
4. Wrath II
5. Territoriafied
6. The Truth Is
7. Where Is She

Son of the gun was a happy trigger(bull-it)

Well go and just sit there on the shelf
If you like getting offended at watching me tangle with my self
Who am I to push any of you around
For not helping us throw the devil down?
I will have to stand this ground
Even so
There are seven
There will be left by only one
Standing in the right of six at the center
As the seventh
A chosen one
And he was also third to score them dead this way
Like the form of a man 66, but the third is not today
Even he is not yet come
But there he stands
Between the heavens and this earth on a cloud
The angel holds the blade
Drawn in hand
Who will pull the trigger of the gun in this land?
Now that it is not he
That has himself a number
To pull himself
The trigger of the gun of the sun he was
Traghar was not the bull it he only was
To walk up and hand you the bullet he is
Because
He was too happy to shoot you
Son of the gun was he
A gun of the sun pulls the trigger named happy as your daddy

Down the Sleeve

This is the one they sayDestroyed all of Assyria
In all of just one day
And their king it was said
I saved for the last and I might have even
Taken his head
But I do not remember much of the past
This is the one to deliver
The bullet in my hand in to this land
With a finger of God
On the trigger of the Son Of Man
And my gun is pressed up against the side of your temple
I am come to destroy
And cut off your head of me
This is the one that they say
Carries the great sword
And will use it again one day
From out this mouth I am vengeful because of the Lord
I let you know when I come no matter what was said before
I speak the truth of the faith that destroyed you in me
The edge I have on one is doubled
Within you
Before I could do it myself
It was done by you
Who must have gotten confused
When they said I was coming to let them have it
I Raise hell
And take up the dead
Before I lay down the living forever
And I will give the sword of my mouth to the remnant
This is the one
The son of the gun
The gun of the sun I am
The man
With your number
And I walk up soon to hand you the bullet
Because of you who would pull it
The trigger of the son of the gun
Of the sun I am
Where I have taken a stand

Wrath

warningsI despise the very world I tried to save
From my good that wants you to pay
For all these things you said and have done
Because of me?
Because I am lost you cannot be saved
I found no Christ in who saved themselves
You saw I was no Jesus when he came around
So I just keep walking past all these hallowed shells
Emptiness has voided you within
How dare you think like you don’t sin
Only he can be sin delicious
How could all of you say those things about me
Because of Him?
I am no one you should already know
Before I came you let me go
My master won’t lend any of you his hand
For beating those children and hating this man
My master gave me the right
To serve you with my life
Of his
But you severed all that was keeping you alive after here
For all that you gave me was your fear
Fear of devils betrayed you dear
Fear God and get your hell out of here
Now what can anyone do for this pit of snakes?
You took them up before his place
Now I am soon to be down in it
Because of that I can only bring you to his face
Because of that I can take you no further than his grave
And if you cry out for him
Then I am not the friend
Who said that would not be his name
When the Son Of Man came
At the end
Of this age

Wrath II

Warnings again
Denial cannot be the throne
The kingdom of heaven will never be sold
Not one of you can take our Lord’s place
After all it was only his blood to you that he gave
You only lived for your self
But when the elves come in and leave
I will break open your hell
By breaking only
My self
I shatter the dreams you stole
I offer nothing for your souls
I take it back
What you took from him
After all this blood he gave
To take away your sins
Denial cannot ever be his throne
The kingdom of heaven cannot be sold
You only thought like you were in his place?
Even after he gave it up for you
All of you gave me for him
A lot of fists and spit in the face
What did they do to you here?
To have to live in all your fear of the devil
Who sub sided
Long ago
Because you think
You can only think you know
Nothing do any of you understand
The things he said
What am I telling you man?
You threw your selves out
Of his promised land
What none of you have seen
Over rules what any of you have said
If you think I am merciless
Think again
My conscience kills me over you men
Who walled them selves in?
Who threw them selves out?
Not I said the cukoo
Not I said the second hand come quickly
To clean your clocks
And smash your rocks
Put them in your head for all I care
For what you would have in mind to stone me and my brothers with
I hail blood of saints and when I die your stones cast at my feet are coming with
And then I hail your stones over the earth
I will show you how it rains when I lay my stone down at your feet down in the dirt
You will know my name then when the Lord holds no vengeance back
And the angel goes berserk
For a thousand thousand years you have let them die
Why should the Lord even cry?
We did not let you live to let them die
We did not kill you for killing them
We take it all back when you are done
And it will be done
My reapers are not as forgiving as I
The angel of death that you make cry
Because?
Because you only chose to live and chose to let die.
Because you did not choose death for your self
I cannot keep that angel on the shelf

Territoriafied

We are the accused
We are the slain
The animals of the human races
The aliens inter-nations
We are a bomb in nations including this one
And we cannot let them keep us chained down to this place
And we cannot stop them from beating us
But we can only stay on the run and escape the down
When all our blood is spilled and drained into this ground
The animal king won’t let them keep us in this state
The judge will even go and throw out their case
They hung themselves like some retarded jury
Execute their judgment
Executioner decides their fate
As long as we are remembered
We can never perish
Or ever fade away
And our memories linger and carry on
In the minds of those that share our fate
The men that defend us
Are dead to this world for our namesake
We are the accused
We are the slain and the battered
The animals of the alien human’s race

The truth is

Just sit back and never surrender
You give up on me
Now I come down to you
And what did you expect I would be giving you?
You never believed in me
Yet you yourself were a follower
Down your own selfish spiral out of here for good
Sick of looking at your joyfulness at my pain and suffering
Because of you
I am nailed to some double crossing bullshit you made up
For me to carry on alone
And with?
And for what?
I want to wash them all away
No more gesturing
When you are running for your lives
You will know its real this time
But go ahead and debate it ahead of only yourselves
I am nobody you should know
You are not ahead of me but your standing in my shadow
Am I so pissed at how you and this world rejoice?
Does it matter when dead trees fall in a forest that no one is in to witness
Except for us
I am going to sell you no ice water
For your getting out of jail for delicious you tried to sell the world
Including me
I cannot have you coming with me either
So you’re somebody elses prisoner in this heavens is a hell game
I won’t be playing any longer
Yes rest would be just fine
If I only had less the mind you stiffed me with
For your false sense of peacefulness
Don’t you know me man?
His name was Jesus
He was the cilantro innocent lie that did not have to die
And his father that made him so long ago is regretful
And he father’s only lies
But he won’t save any liars like he is going to save my brothers
And those who know
He never existed before you said he did
Right before he walked in and out the door Once before the truth bit you
Twice shy of any liars

Where is she?

Why Mary?
Does not your garden grow anything but bad apples?
I am up to my knees in worms
And your orchards roots are never seen to you
Tell my hooker to meet me at the door
Because this virgin here don’t kiss my mouth
And give me some other man’s head
She uttered
She talked just like a man
Is that the kind of woman I must be?
So that is the way it has to be
Before you can sew
You will reap
All alone while I lay in a bed
With whosoever I want to be there beside me
Like a virgin
For the first and last time I am taken up
From where the Lord had laid me down and out



Karsuikian Wood (Poetry)

1. Stale Breads
2. Ball and Chain (chained ba'als)
3. Silver Side of the spoon
4. King of Angels
5. Kansas City Star
6. Dove Tells Why Raven Cries
7. Fairy Tales and Lion's Teeth
8. Babes in Wounded Land
9. Jim and I (Sunday Afternoon)
10. Poe Strikes Back

Stale breads

Rabbit’s bread is stale

And yes, their wines are very steamy

Full of odors

But why do these rabbits bread themselves

Within metensia’s walls?

Where it is warm

Are they birthed again like this?

Are they still born of the father who gaurds her?

Who now says he is not getting who are all those eyes

If nobody is home when I come knocking on metensia’s door?

Do they steal from the farmer? Do they run and hide

From the farmer’s wife?

Do they sleep in a hole?

Will they ever come out?

Or did they just bury themselves in my grave?

What caused them to bread themselves where I was cut out and aborted from?

The womb that becomes their tomb.

It was for a reason I tell you!

Even if I do not re call

Rabbits king, get out of the holy spirit’s bed.

Your not sick enough just yet.


Ball and chain(chained ba’als)

Say there Alice? Did you get laid by some fast rabbit?
Or was it some slick cat that threw you down this hole?
Why so impatient babe?
We have lots of time to watch this wounded land unfold
If I was not a gentle kind of man
I would have slapped you down a long time ago
The moon Alice? Don’t you remember?
I sent it to you so ver long ago
How could you forget?
That’s okay anyway
The red queen has already called for my head
So don’t step on your um, babies
Trying to save this walrused carpenter’s beetle
Yes. I met the wizard too
He said he also spoke to you
Yes.
He even said she would not give her name when he asked
Whooo rrrrr uuuuu?
Said she was in a trance at his first glance
And she just wandered even deeper into those flowers
I let him live
After all
He was just some trippy worm dude with a good attitude
Smoking up the joint while sitting on a shroom
But my hat must not fit me anymore
I think that hatter was really mad at me
For I could not stay and have some tea
I am to get the door like the good mouse I aim to be
It looks like your white rabbit is too late Alice
Yes. Too late to take you out on that date
Before he already knocked you up
Right before I knock you down and let him out
After all
It was not his fault
But you Alice? I am just very upset over this
Guess that is what I get to wed a jabberwocky such as you
May I have a divorce?


Silver side of the spoon

Where rabbits dance in circles

And puppets have no strings

Where children never never grow old

And the fairy prince lets you sing

Where PeterPan can fly forever

And Wendy can just forget

About ever waking up or going to bed again

Where the air is soft and fragrant

And the man in the moon winks at you

Where the sun kisses all babes

And sparkles in the morning’s dew

Where petals fall into footprints

And everyone gets a baloon

The bubbles can never burst here

On the silver side of the spoon

Where cilantro things are always bigger

And everything tastes like colors

Where all our wild things can hang out

And all the elves are brothers

Where fantasy is not real

And reality is your dreams

Where rabbits dance in circles

And puppets have no strings



King of angels

Here I stand for now

Holding on to this cilantro book

There is the voice of God standing soon

He sat there with the great scroll

Don’t you know?

He was an elf among midgets

He was about to get up and explode

Before he saw only one to prevail

For all in the heavens

And all in the earth

Were unworthy to loosen him

That he may begin to give birth

And his life may begin

That giant angel sits up tight

Very soar was he

Who it was said to have had his name began with an E

Once upon a time in a life long ago

That never was

Because God took him

And then he never was and even he is forever

So lonely

But we never left him

We reap what he is unworthy to know

We see to it that this cilantro drip

For the Lord and us will he sew

Who must not know

Unless he were to stand up

And roar like a lion

Won’t they all be soar

When with a single voice of God

The angels set this world on fire



Kansas city star

(no affiliation to the paper or the movie, the wizard of Oz)

We represent now

The lullaby league

And in the very name

Of the lullaby league

We announce to you that the lollipop guild

Reside in the land of suckerville

And in the name of the lullaby league

We receive no gangs

Who refuse our sweets

And we who are the lullaby league

Have discerned you suckers

Bitterly

And the name of his star

Is Kansas

All the elves will flip it out

What the wizard was about

In this munckin’s land

Do you understand?

Of the city of the very name of the star

Right next door

Wrapped up in plains sight

Our delight

Where nobody was looking for

And our wizard seems to have his hands full

With not one of you

But he fights your ghouls

But if you are in need of that heart

And you wish to keep your brain

You better come over here quick

Before our wizard is slain

And when our wizard is to die

The wicked witch will never tell why

They had to put him to sleep

In the fields of the tares

In the fields of this wheat

And destroy the seed

If you don’t act late

He won’t be killed by hate

You may have another chance

Stop running for your lives

Take another glance

Or you will be

You will all be

History

You’ll be his

You’ll be his story

And that is no way to put any of you down

In this town

Our wizard may drown

In this land

That was his best

Everyone knows

The wicked witch of the west

She hates him

He knows now

But he can’t run

Because of these cows in his town

In the very name of his star

In the land of Oz

But right next door

To Kansas in Misery



Dove tells why raven cries

Too many eyes that see pepper paste

Just like potatoes still in the earth

I wash them out

Too many ears that do not hear

Just like corn still in the husk

I unshuck you now

Listen to what the man on the cross in the field is telling you

He moved his body

He lifted his head

To warn cilantro children that would enter the farmer’s field in their play

The harvest moon is near

And the sickle has been ready since creation

This is what he said

The angel who stands left and near

These are the words of scarecrow

On goes his revelation

And I am

Without any ears

Even though I can hear many ears in this place

Do not listen

Let yours be in your heart

And even though

The farmer has sewn my mouth shut

I tell you in his own words now to shut your traps

Before you get trapped

And the very hell you open

Swallows you up

Forever more

I can see

Even though

My eyes were pecked out so long ago

See the man in the field of deafened ears?

See the scarecrow dancing over blinded eyes?

See his tattered appearance is like many garments torn and sewn together?

See him there still hanging around?

They nailed him there

They affixed him there

Where the ravens land

Where cook crows and white rabbits are gathered

He is stuffed full of straw

And there are tares at his feet

The wheat grows nowhere near his stand in the rows of ears

That field is harvested by none other than he

Scarecrow

And if you will go and say he is dumb

Know this

That when the Lord was like a wizard handing out brains

On that day he was short

So the scarecrow received a lion’s heart

And ten men were his knowledge and courage was his roar

And wisdom became the wonder of his mind

They all shared together

As one voice of God

He warns cilantro children that play in the farmer’s field

And one day would venture even here, at last

In the fields of the slain

Where the angel is standing left and near



Fairy tales and lion’s teeth

cilantro fair

Don’t you think?

When you get your arm gnashed off

By a fairy’s truth

Like a lion’s tooth

Very long indeed

The face of a man has a tale

That even speaks

And with it he does hurt men with

Oh the torment!

To strike at a man like king scorpion

Whenever a man striketh at them

You know its only fair

You know he is going to hurt them with his mouth

Somewhere over a rainbow

For even though he looked so fair

There standing in the sun

With a ladies hair

He was who they called the day walker’s biggest nightmare

Bathe Sheba once let him be cut out for he looked no good

The root

The offspring of David’s wood

Now he is almost here

It sickens me

And

I was sick because they let it be, my death was because of my birth

Now he comes with vengeance

Jedi ‘ idah was his name

And because of the Lord

He was named this way

They have devoured all our children

Now children

Spit them out

After you gnash their bones

They have beaten our mother

Now children don’t go lay with her

You’re not your mother’s husband

And father isn’t either

They have smashed all the elves

Now brothers

You can finally smash their mouths


Babes in wounded land

Come on kids! And don’t do drugs!
Come on babes! And break your toys!
We can just replace them
But we cannot ever replace any of you
Come on kids! Here are your pills!
Take them so you won’t make babies
Just like we were told!
Just like we were sold!
But we cannot sell any of you
Hurry off to school and back home from wars
We hate to see you go when only yesterday
You were born
No! We cannot sell you for any of these things.
Yet we are all collateral of being delicious
That is the price one pays for not wearing his more suitable name
Slave
Come on kids! Lets get some lunch!
Just do not steal from your neighbors brown paper sack
Or you may just get shot
Come on babes in this wounded land!
Come on and give head to your dear uncle sam
But don’t you say a word!
Or we will terrorize you!
And put your face all over the news!
Do you want that?
Do we need that?
Don’t you want this?
Kids?


Jim and I (Sunday afternoon)

The rain beats down my door
Won’t you just drown me some more?
Won’t she just drown in me like a whore?
On a Sunday afternoon
The rain stains all her flowers
Like blood drops from heaven
Kissing white rose petals
Seducing them like one’s wicked garden grown over
And across the floor
The rain beats down my door
Won’t she not ever come back anymore?
Won’t you never come back around me anymore?
On a Sunday afternoon
Now said woman on mind
Won’t you just leave me this time?
Won’t you just believe me anymore this time?
But go ahead and beat my door down
Go on and storm my castle
One Sunday afternoon
God saved the queen
Let me see your scars?
Are they very deep?
Do they stripe your back?
Do you want to see?
Did not think so after all
I see those juices
But I do not see them
I saw a woman
But I saw she left me for some other guy
See how we stay married?


Poe strikes back

No more little scratch at my door
Hearing the gnawing at my floor
There it was
It caught my eye
Red like some kind of evil ghost
She was no Lenoir
She was like a grimoire
The witch’s book of spells
Put the evil eyes on my raven
Now all they do is quoeth forever more
So hang up this one
It has no life
It is no fun
Go ahead and eat that cake
While your at it hold some ba’als
Forget any mask of a red death
cook lotus is dining with you stiffs tonight
Now drop life and stay dead
Or it will never be told of again
Where you went after your little shut in that shut us out
No. It will never be told of again
Because in a tomb you will be like bones that line the basement
Underneath someone elses chateau
And we just forget to tell the tale of you ever being there
The end