The Eye's Reflection

  The Books of Logos Everyone is Hungry, starving and even if you have food to eat, it doesn’t take away the hunger. Maybe, we need God?   It is like our donations don’t reach them, the barcode family. How many of them exist in Africa? I fell asleep in the jail cell, I climbed thru a crack in the wall, and a long time afterward I found a tapestry that pulled me thru this dark dream. I remember the skinny woman, I laughed, like a cartoon, ‘you are just skin and bones', she is hungry for humans, her appearance is like the other skinny north African woman but her eyes are like a demoness.  That night at my house I was awake, and the room filled up with flies, I still thought about the window, it was closed, and inside my head, a moth sat on the wall. The wall of my mind. It opens into many covens, the Moth is Lucifer. The covens are black, the covens lock you out. The dream carried on thru-out the night, I woke up to see a real dead moth in the bathroom next to the bed. I watched the

The seed is inside the mind It feeds the human ideas that seems like it comes from God, the ideas relate to the system or the business world, maybe to the spirit behind every marketing strategy, the organised crime of daily activities in the world. The one world order has the problem of Satan. Satan rules the world in our time.  When I went to the bank, I saw the tree again, it is just another tree, but expressed as the tree that was not there before. The bank is the actual tree that was not there before. It is the piggy bank philosophy, a system to take money from everyone that is registered to buy and sell. A barcode or chip in the arm of every human being.             How to get out of Satanism when the whole world belongs to him? Even the occult is just the same              as my blog, it is just another place where Satan wants to murder us Christians. I'm Rian Coetzee                  this               is my blog, who has a problem with my blog about Christianity?           

  I became a Christian Everyday is a struggle, I wake up and feel sad and empty. My only feelings of hope is thought of as a fairy tale, a myth, a fable. I walk outside, I tried to stop so many times, I light a cigarette and think of the day and it's reason to be. The Scrum starts on the saterday Rugby game, the scrum off puts the ball in the air, they start the scrum again, far away there is a tree as big as a church, quickly I laugh, maybe a gaint Jesus walking amongst us. The doorway to the otherside opens to the bass of the tree, it's locked, but the image in my mind moves into an approach that I would have never found the door if it was not for the vision in my mind. I go back home and read a book, the characters I believe are like imaginary actors, they have to stand in a que and do auditions, I always thought it is my imagination, but maybe it is of the writers visions for everyone the same. After I smoked the cigarrete, I rememeber the gospel of, the red Indian. In this

  The Gospel of Jesus Christ  According to Products Every device, tool, material creation and every products is a gospel of Jesus. Jesus Christ is the Maker of all things that needs a maker. The word was spoken from the Father and Jesus is the word. "She walks down the stairs, her head is covered with a scarf. The sound from downstairs is heard in her ears like a living creature of some sort. She oppens the door of this device, a washing machine it is called. The sound now stops and in the subliminal mind the sound continues in memory to spell out the life of this creation." As Jesus stand by the soldiers, they hit him in the face, Peter is outside, the crowd asks him, are you not one of his deciples? Peter, denies it by saying, "I don't know this man".  "The Door is dark brown, the handle of the door is bronze, and the keyholder plate is silver. Inside there is a woman that is making food with forbidden meat, the pot rusts and can never be cleaned from thi

Stars fly to my lefthand side  I look up, and my friend speaks about his aunt. He says I am upsetting her. I look at the stars and they shoot all going toward the lefthand. I feel a remembrance in my soul of when I was still young. I am an astronaut in the soul. I fly around to far-away planets and find paradoxes of size, the inner core of the universe sits outside of it, and the dream manifests new youth in my soul. Jesus Christ is universally know by all people, I find no more room for arguing his appearance. I prayed and recieved the same answer everytime.         "Jesus Christ, bless my lefthandedness, my Children's safety, my inner core safety as Christian,                  my Afrikaans  langauge that you sent to me in my Bible, grant us our daily bread, forgive us of our iniquities, our perception of what you look like as you send us the truth thru this prayer reqeust from your heaven rather than from the world. In Jesus Christ name Amen"  

  Idols of Clay Clayfoot stood up and looked at the sky, the light was shining down on him, he looked at his past in  rememberance of soul. Far away the sand was moving down the bottom and the Jesus Christ statue flew to the south where another walked down the hill. The whole of Hell bowed down in rock formations to the the Christ who came thru for all the believers. 

  The face of Christ I lay on my bed, it was about 2 or 3 at night, I was sleeping and fell into a nightmare. In the nightmare I felt real pain, like in the physical world when a person bleeds. I remember the pain was to intense to describe in words. In the dream was a Clock, the clock's inside was a type of bronze or gold, the wheels that is. It turned into more pain as the wheels crushed my body. I woke up and I saw the face of Jesus, his was clothed in a robe. The words came out of hism mouth. His presence was holy and I remember being afraid, ashamed and I also felt a feeling that I don't want to go back to the nightmare.  His words was: "Jou oupa se gebed is die enigste rede hoekom ek gekom het." It translates to the meaning of: "I only came because your grandfather prayed for you." I wondered about it for a while and went back to my old ways of sinning. I found that I started believing that it could not be true, like a parting sea, it could be forgotte

  Ventilation System The Toy was one of my toys, maybe not the favourite but became a star after the toy was created. The art was older though than the actor and the toy. It seems that the art piece had no brush strokes, maybe a type of press used to create the image. The Ventilation system was sold in the shop downstares from my job at the restaurant in the small town South Africa. The signage was done with a rubber like sticker with Jackie Chang on the window. Most of the time the shop was closed. I remember seeing Jackie Chang in my dream, he had one of my other toys in his hand and I wondered about the alchemy book that I climbed thru.  The alchemy book was related to the dream, the solar panel man was the seed and it had a sacrifice of the self as the man who died in a suit made of solar panels. I wondered allot about the desert he died in, later I found that it was in China like the Alchemy letter stated. The other solar pad was installed a while back in the African Elephant Rest

  The Reflection of the Eye Who is to say that the image is not chosen from a space where it feels empty and void of the feeling of desire. Is it not that which we desire that is not ours? The depth of choosing the correct path is much like choosing an image. To see the face of Christ Jesus is a feeling that can be seen in our hearts.   Jesus Christ sometimes had to pray with an oppressive and fearful feeling. It seems that the enemy does not allow freedom or liberation from sin. It might be a waste of time to try and show people the beauty of His mind, heart, and soul because most people are on the bandwagon to judge and condemn. The love of Christ is endless, an inward Kingdom that is pure and full of heart.  The circle of thoughts is related to the music of the mind's perception that there is a hidden door. Christ takes us thru the door to the ancient times where Babilon had a tradition, of certain hats made of silver and shoes made of bronze. There were giants in those days and