Loose Cannons

Today, July 31, 2024, is a day like all others, when another month has flew by. And, it does, when we have fun. The Sun stretches his arms and legs while waiting and leaning against Andonai restlessly. He’s hoping the rest of us will hurry up and get out of bed, so he can have someone to play with.

Four a.m. may seem early, to some, but waiting on The Sun is always exciting. Even before the little birds, maybe even Guineas, have the option to announce the rising of The Sun. As canines can sometimes be responsible enough to do this for Andonai’s children. When he talks to any of his babies. Whether it is The Sun, The Moon, Guineas, canines, or us.

The moon has already done her job of providing all the darkness she needs, to retire for the evening. She’s tired. And, she has put her skills to the test, of the midnight riders, who want to use her and her skills in the midnight hour.

So she waits, watches and catches these nasty little boogers who may want to mistreat her over and over again. Then, she passes her problems on to The Sun, her half brother.

The light in the sun’s eyes has a 114 F heat index that beats down on these nasty little species. Just to test them, of course, to see how much of it they can stand. And if these dirty little species care for the indoors, then their choice of choosing to volunteer to work at a social gathering outdoors, convinces them otherwise, because they know they will be interrupted all year long.

Looking at all of Andonai’s gifts to me, brightens my day even more so. With various colors of seasonal flowers, each bloom represents Andonai Elohim’s smile, to me, that I love so much. He is The Miracle that will continue to go on and on, because his and his son’s words will last forever. And the rest, will go away.

When Andonai’s Sun isn’t smiling and standing strong, Elohim tells us his smiles are not smiles. Because he looks down and holds back all of his tears causing great famine, and deciding by his rules and regulations, if any, to educate some species long enough to build irrigation systems. To fool themselves. When El Shaddai knows where this type of bad species live, that continues to try and murder him over and over again everyday.

Andonai’s living words are far more than what he’s published. Because when he shows us his face, we know we’re his. Then he speaks to us softly because he doesn’t have to raise his voice. His son has even said, “My sheep come, when I call them.”

This should have some type of impact on all who may think loud noises, deep voices, high pitch voices, vulgar language and other means of creating a traumatized individual, is necessary anywhere.

So the pacification process, of these species, convinces others into believing they don’t have to use loud noises, deep voices, high pitch voices or vulgar languages (seventy to be exact) to see the Sun Rise, again.

They may want to reference The Prophet Elijah, on this matter, asap.