The Goblet of Crystal, Fire and FINELY Crushed sands of time Held in Hand of Light?

 The Sign of Peace, THE Rainbow on the INWARD Walls of His House.  IF I could be any other way THAN the Way God WANTS, DEMANDS me to BE?  I want to be a Goblet filled with Wine at His Table of Thought.  No preacher, man of flesh and WRITTEN Scriptures EVER TOLD me the Truth that IS the Way of God.  God IN Possession of me, Restoring ME TO His Mind, His Thoughts, Way BY Spirit no flesh gets the Honor, Praise, Glory BUT the VERY Presence of Truth.  Not a Written Truth mistranslated, misunderstood by flesh of time, NO He THE Spirit, Source of Truth, HAS Blessed me with Life, a Living, Breathing Truth, not a Written Invitation unto BOTH substance of death and Dormant Seed, Substance of Life.  JUST ADD Rain and a Kingdom Rises Obedient, Stands while the kingdom of the seed souls in DYING FLESH, Lifeless fall back into the open mouth graveyard of darkness.

AND with death of We His Body, THE EARTH SHOOK out the Living, FROM their graves in time, Matt 27-28.  THE SAINTS, His Rose from their graves WHEN Jesus breathed His LAST breath of AIR, life of flesh on earth AND Spirit, Breath of Presence of Genuine Life, His Body of BELIEVERS WERE Raised by, with the Breath of Spirit ENTERING His NEW, Restored Flesh TO God, Breath of Life in the LIVING.  COME.  COME NOW by Hearing and ASK for the Body not body of death, but the Body of Christ, Life to those ASKING BY Faith within them.