Seems my life is nothing but wood hay and stubble… maybe God can sift my soul in this wheelbarrow of burning rubble.

Everything that is for me is against me… Upon the rocks my ship is dashed.. waves they swell to devour me, my throat feels spiritually slashed….

Perhaps when God’s consuming fire is finished with me… Maybe some traces of silver and gold… I’m sure I’ll be waist deep in ashes… My failures plain and bold…

Nothing I did was ever quite good enough… I walked mostly in flesh and not spirit… And I’m not about to whimper and cry to God…I know He does’nt want to hear it…

IN A BOOK TITLED, “Types Of Literature”, I came across a work concerning both the anatomy of the human being, and quirks / slang usage in the English language… The area of interest involved the ‘undercarriage’ or ‘private’ area of the female anatomy.. The study referred to it as the ‘Gooch Spot’…or ‘No Man’s land’…’The Landing strip‘…’Unexplained Territory’… And went on to refer to this mysterious ‘spot‘ as being BETWEEN ‘The Pussy’…( Term of the Oxford / Cambridge highly educated in the U.K.) or ‘The Coonie'( U.S. midwest jargon) or ‘The Beaver’.. ( all hunting types ) & ‘ The Asshole’ ( U.S. Redneck)…’The Bumhole’ ( smart ass British ) and ‘The Dirt Road’ (most mountain men)…. So now that we are oriented as to the exact spot we are talking about, let’s look at one of its ‘Other Names’… It is often referred to as the ‘TAINT SPOT’… usually by those that are concerned with practicality… And are probably very pragmatic in their personality types… And they feel this way using a mix of the English language for the word ‘TAINT’…( A slang combination of It Ain’t…giving us TAINT.. Because it Taint pussy or butthole… I think of it as kind of a ‘pause’… A kind of a bridge from one part of the body to another…. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this study…. There’s an old saying…” If you keep it up I’m gonna be forced to tickle your TAINT spot”….[smirk]…littleraventhepoet.blog

I can ask no other way… So… Did you fart today? You aimed your butt my way… and sent that fart to play…

Please Don’t wear that hat… It’s made from our dead cat… Please don’t get me started, I am enquiring as to why you farted?

You ate a whole box of triscuits… And your butt manufactured air biscuits… I think I’m gonna cry… you farted on my eye…

I know you want to warm my heart… Maybe we could walk in the park… But it will have to be at dark… In case someone hears you fart…

Sorry… I had to get this farting infatuation out of my system…littleraventhepoet.blog for more serious topics… You know what they say…”No fools, no fun.”….Sincerely, Frank Payton.

There is a place, a space, in between consciousness and sleep… A place of communication… a place of beautiful dreams.. a place of messaging… Sometimes I describe this place as my being semiconscious yet dreaming…(or mysteriously awake but dreaming) [What the difference is, I’m not sure] often-times ideas come in the form of words, as if floating from another world & arriving in my head… Most of the time these words dreams and scenarios are welcome, often times they take a turn for darkness… Yet I pay attention to, and try to learn from what comes in the dark…

Just this morning while in this ‘place’ that I often find myself… typically following sleep, or drifting in-and-out of sleep… I saw out of my peripheral vision as I glimpsed out a window into the darkness, the flash of a camera, and I was aware that someone was taking my picture….a bit later… I think I was dreaming about my conservative posts on social media and in particular ‘Twitter’ & just plain as day I heard the words of someone or a presence saying to me in a stern voice…” Can you come with us please?”….Sincerely, Frank Payton…littleraventhepoet…

JOEL 2:28…Your old men shall dream dreams and your young men shall have visions..

God’s word is true… I can attest from first hand experience…

Just This Morning: I had woken up earlier in the morning, so I had kind of fallen back into a mild sleep, and was drifting back-and-forth between consciousness and sleep…. I was remembering some dreams as I lie there… And then a very graphic dream came in to my remembrance (which had just happened), it involved a close friend, a young man from my past… At that time ( 1979- 1984 ) my friend Randy and I worked at the same place and we were both about 32, 33 years of age.. He was from Pennsylvania and we worked at an Electronics firm in Vienna, Vitginia… We both held positions as electro mechanical inspectors… and our desks were right beside each other… I would also like to add that Randy and I enjoyed each other’s friendship and camaraderie playing on the company Softball team for a few years… I would like to also add that Randy and I talked of the many experiences of our lives which included religion and he knew that I was a Christian… He was a skeptic during our years together, yet I believe he was searching for truth and deeper meaning for his life… So I had many opportunities to share Christ with him.. Though I don’t recall him actually having a profession of faith (that I was aware of)… or after we parted ways, due to the circumstances of our lives…

As the year 1984 came to a close.. Randy and I moved on to jobs with different companies, which separated us professionally, but we still got together occasionly and played softball & did other things…

OK… so the story so far, has been background information bringing us back to my dream this morning…. Kind of a peculiar dream but it had a keen sense of reality & comfort about it… The dream took place in a grocery store…( I worked for many years as a seafood expert and a meat cutter.)… In the dream I was walking out from the meat department headed to display some ‘one pound’ packages of hamburger… I looked up into the Deli area of the store and saw two friends engaged in a conversation as they were working… I realized one friend was Randy ( to my pleasant surprise) and made a smart a** comment to him, as we often did to each other in life…( It was all in good fun, yet I noticed Randy was a little bit angry with me, because he leaned over and whispered something into the person’s ear that he was working with)… So I made it a point to go up and challenge Randy further as also was my custom in real life.. He turned and looked at me, and we were face-to-face since the last time we had been together in real life which had now been many (over 30) years… So it was great to see Randy in my dream and I had the overall impression that he was doing fine and the dream came to an end…

So… Now I will tell you the story of what happened to Randy… After we had parted ways due to employment and other a circumstances ( back around 1987 ), I got a phone call one day… The friend on the line asked me if I had heard about what had happened to Randy…I said that “I had not”… The friend on the phone went on to tell me that Randy was in a hospital, in a coma, and in bad shape from a car accident… which Randy was obviously injured very badly in, yet the other person with him in the accident was relatively unharmed…(strange..I thought)

So after I found out which hospital Randy was in, I got together with another friend of mine, and we went up to the hospital to see Randy… As we were approaching Randy’s room I noticed his immediate family standing outside of his room, getting ready to leave; and Randy’s girlfriend approached me and made a rather peculiar comment, she said…” Might know it would be you to be one of the ones, to come and see how Randy is doing, but we’re sorry only family can go in and see him”… I understood the situation, but I was crushed and disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to see him… A-day or so later Randy died… OK so now I’m reflecting on this story & the time ‘alive’ that I spent with Randy long passed… and trying to interpret the deeper meaning (if any) about Randy showing up over 30 years later in a brief morning dream of mine… What probably remains unknown is if Randy had a deathbed confession or possibly accepted the Lord prior to the accident… I don’t guess I will know until I go to the other side…but the dream was pretty encouraging…. There is hope and I’m thankful that I got to share Christ with him during the brief time we had together while living….Sincerely, Frank Payton…littleraventhepoet.blog…

Furthering The Mystery of Randy’s death: I later learned of the controversy surrounding Randy’s death… It was rumored and reported that Randy & his friend had hit a tree head on at a fairly high speed… I believe Randy was thrown through the passenger side windshield headlong into the tree while the driver remained relatively unharmed… The controversy revolved around a rumor that there might have been alcohol involved between either one or both of the riders in the car… and apparently Randy’s friend had placed Randy in the driver seat and himself in the passenger seat to deceive the police and fire department upon arrival at the accident… Right now I don’t know what the truth is… And I guess I will not know until I get to the other side… Isn’t life and people strange….

I think I want to be cremated after the viewing at the funeral home… No second thought…how about a big bonfire in the back of my house… build a platform up about 10 feet & give me an Indian burial… Everyone bring their lawn chairs & their own snacks and food…drinks…. However before the bon fire….please ask the mortician to make my final viewing face… like this..

For your consideration and contemplation, before we dive in the water…. In living my life I have found that I have the heart of a poet…the mind of a dreamer.. have been a lifelong student…and have the strong desire to convey my messages from my experiences… I don’t see this life and my existence through normal eyes, I don’t hear with normal ears, I don’t speak with a normal mouth, or in a normal language… I’m sure my touch is probably a little bit different… and so on… I have had the people that have known me best throughout my life say, that I would never fit into normal society…. And I have to say that they were correct, and that I’m glad I didn’t… and don’t to this day… Everyone in my family knows I am the proverbial black sheep… And I have often questioned whether I have the same parents as my brothers and sister… But deep inside I know that I do…

So… I also have to say that I have a mixed bag of feelings and emotions about ‘my life.’ To say that I am deeply thankful to God for my life would be an extreme understatement… Most of my life experiences have been very fulfilling, beautiful, and wonderful… I’ve had some fantastic close relationships with a few people…I know most people find me very eccentric and difficult to get along with ( although I don’t think people consider me as being mean spirited)….And I think the difficulty in getting along with me is probably because I push people out of their comfort zone, and have always challenged what is ‘normal’…. I think it’s true when I say I like what is beyond normal, & I like the extraordinary, I like the supernatural…even though often uncomfortable, at times I like the unexplained…. I need the adventure of finding out Godly things… And though I’m troubled often both spiritually and physically, I pursue the struggle between good and evil… Because I believe it is the basis for most everything….ok…. With that as a backdrop about me, let’s continue…

I say with reluctance and fear of being misunderstood that ‘for the most part’ this life in the flesh is a horrible place to be…let me explain…. Being aware of the original intention of God, [and having the firm belief that we are mainly ‘spirits in a body’ ie: Made in the image of God ]… being concerned with the creation and His plan for mankind… And then coming to the awareness that we are in a ‘fallen state’ (with all of the problems that come with ‘it’…especially death), really ruins it for me… Or what I should say, this awareness has had probably an ‘unusually bad effect on me’, as I would imagine it does on alot of folks… Of course I realize that some people live only in the natural, and simply don’t care… On occasion I have wished I could live a more simple life….so

So…Where pray tell am I going with this?…. I guess part of what I wanted to say is that this life seems to be designed for youth and health… Although the middle aged years can be very satisfying, as you hopefully have gained a certain amount of wisdom… But when old age kicks in, & you start feeling it at all slipping away, and it becomes more and more difficult to live in this body and in this life… then you start thinking heavily about what’s after death… and the promises of God…& that this life is not the end but the beginning…so there you have a piece of me….littleraventhepoet.blog…Sincerely, Frank Payton…

Discussion about the coming shaking of the world, and specifically America… We all should know that judgment begins in the house of God… We should all be aware that judgment is coming on politicians, pastors, celebrities, and all of the influence makers… i.e…. Governors, Mayors, Nancy Pelosi, and the like.

See if you can follow this… It seems to me that the Democratic Party is asking people to make a major decision…. And this might surprise you, but I think that they are asking those of us that don’t want to be part of ‘their agenda’ to leave the Democratic Party…. How is that you might ask?

Well… I think it’s obvious they’re asking people to choose ‘them’ over God…. to choose the radical democratic philosophy over God… The democratic agenda seems to consist mainly of…. ‘no respect for God’… ‘no respect for the flag’… ‘no respect for nationalism in any form’ no respect for the AMERICAN individual in any form… And to be quite Frank with you, these mentioned are just the tip of the proverbial evil radical democratic iceberg….

America needs to be warned… We are the perfect example of the ancient church of Laodicea… Mentioned in the 7 churches in the Book of Revelation… Basically the U.S. thinking we are fine as a nation & our relationship with God… and we are in need of nothing, which is a major miscalculation… The truth is most of us are standing alone naked and afraid… Because we have strayed and allowed the lukewarm gospel to be preached and permitted to the point where half of us don’t even know what we believe anymore… I admit it really takes determination to figure out what the truth is… Seek the ‘still small voice.’

The first shaking was the Corona virus…. then God providing us a window of opportunity to repent and be healed… it doesn’t look like where headed that way right now.. so the second wave is coming…thanks to Mario Murillo… Reconstruction of the study by me…Frank Payton….littleraventhepoet.blog

This new body has strong bones.. I shall be able to go about as I please… Appear and disappear… and even levitate… This mind is considerably learned… Yet I shall be able to impose my will upon it, and take it to higher levels of consciousness… Reveal new subconscious layers…

These new eyes have seen a lot of things, but nothing like what I will show them… Things determining life-and-death… Good and evil, power and poverty… Kingdoms that have risen, and kingdoms that have fallen, and the powers behind them…

This new heart has loved and hated… But I will show this weak human the power of pure hatred and evil… I will convince the human that death is not so bad, and separation from God is something that has rewards and can be  lived with… even desirable… Sense I, ‘Legion’ have  been invited in… I will gladly take….POSSESSION…littleraventhepoet.blog….Frank Payton.

A peculiar thing happened this morning on my mountain dog walk.. As I’m walking up the mountain road… neighbors were approaching in their vehicle… they stopped & as we were talking, they asked how my 7th grade son was doing in the online program at his school….. I told them it was a bit of an adjustment but he was handling it… The woman in the car was a retired public school teacher…. And the conversation turned for the worse as I made a comment about my dissatisfaction with the public school system in general… The conversation further deteriorated when I made the comment that the school system was loaded with democrats… The conversation continued to spiral down the toilet as the man in the vehicle made a smart a** suggestion that i send my son to a private school… I told him I would but I couldn’t afford it…. Then we got into politics… The man said he was very unhappy with president Trump… And I made the comment that Barack Obama’s presidency was basically responsible for Donald Trump being president… He started to get really angry… I took it upon myself to ask him who he was going to vote for and he said he was not going to vote for Trump…. I quickly replied that if he thinks Joe Biden is going to be great for the United States he’s going to be very disappointed… He continued that he was already disappointed…. I asked him if he was aware that Barack Obama was a card carrying member of the Muslim brotherhood ( just as a figure of speech)… He screamed “Oh bull shit”… He yelled goodbye!… Slammed the car into drive… and proceeded to the front of his house which was about 50 yards away… screaming and cussing obscenites at me… I went merrily along on my walk with my dog, then I looked down at my chest and realized that I had my ‘Make America Great Again’ T shirt on… Which I don’t typically wear outside… But I forgot I had it on…. I don’t think my neighbors & me are friends anymore, and I wonder if we ever were….littlraventhepoet.blog….Frank Payton.