Beyond Portion

Beyond Portion

And you shall touch the purple plant that has grown out of all proportion. Beyond portion. Disproportionate to what is normal. (Walking through the purple ground running my fingers through the leaves of the purple plant. Like a red cabbage the size of a tree!!!)

Consider beyond proportion. Beyond portions. Do not consider portions. I’m not rationing this. I offer abundance. I’m not interested in addition or subtraction only multiplication. When I divide I always multiply. I don’t do things in fractions. By halves. Only wholes. I’m after wholeness..

That’s why fragments matter to me for I consider them parts of a whole. It is only a matter of alignment. It may not look like it can fit or it is too small to fit. But trust me, I love the small things.

I count the small things. The hairs. The grains of sand. The small things count. I love the intracite details. Details matter. Big or small. One is just a multiple of another. Grains of sand. Stars in the heaven they are all the same to me. I mention them in the same breath.

The time is coming and is here now that I will pour out my abundance. My overflow. Watch me flow over before you. Like a gushing water. See the break through. I’m breaking through before you. I set the ambushments ahead of you in the way I knew the enemy would come. For I know the path he takes. It’s a trap. He just doesn’t know it yet.

All he has stolen I am returning to you. Get ready to plunder.