Be Loved!

Full immersion.

Full immersion is needed.

Be immersed in it.

Let it seep in.

For it needs time to sink in, time to seep in.

For I’m not running off. There shall be no run off. There shall be no running off.

For I am fertilising the ground.

My seed shall penetrate the deep. Shall penetrate the depths. Shall penetrate deeply. Shall impregnate.

Shall cause that which was barren to become fertile.

For that which was incapable of growth.

That which was by itself. Unloved. Neglected. Without love. Without a lover.

I have called you my beloved!

I speak. At my word, you shall be loved.

I call you loved. I prophesy be loved.

I have called you to be loved.

I call you my beloved.

I have come to your barren womb.

See and feel my touch.

Let’s be intimate.

Let’s become one.

For my seed shall fertilise your womb.

That which was barren shall carry my multiples.

For I shall cause your seed to multiply, to abound, to not be bound. To be unbound. To be released from the boundary, from that which bound it.

To come out from that which was within.

From the hidden place, from the private place, to the public place.

What what was conceived in private shall now be paraded in public.

For in the stillness, my seed grows.

For in the darkness my seed is conceived.

Song of Songs 3:4 I had gone but a little way past them when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her who conceived me.

Yet that which is conceived within shall burst forth without.

For this is not a single. This is a multiple.

Have I not spoken? Is this not the truth. Is this not my view? Is this not my intention?

Isaiah 54:1-4 SING, O barren one, you who did not bear; break forth into singing and cry aloud, you who did not travail with child! For the spiritual children of the desolate one will be more than the children of the married wife, says the Lord. Enlarge the place of your tent, and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out; spare not; lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes, For you will spread abroad to the right hand and to the left; and your offspring will possess the nations and make the desolate cities to be inhabited. Fear not, for you shall not be ashamed; neither be confounded and depressed, for you shall not be put to shame. For you shall forget the shame of your youth, and you shall not seriously remember the reproach of your widowhood any more.

Shall my seed not grow?

For growth and multiplication is in my DNA.

Be fruitful and multiply.

Be surrounded by my flow.

Relax in my flow. For you go with my flow.

I’m pouring it out in your hand, by my hand.

Psalms 139:13-18 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day. Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful! God, I’ll never comprehend them! I couldn’t even begin to count them—any more than I could count the sand of the sea. Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!