The ART of Losing Myself

As the coffee pours through the filter, the filter does nothing but simply allows it to pass; the filter if pure will add nothing to the flavour of the beans and also take nothing away. Simple flow. Up to down. From within to out.

The typewriter thinks not of the next word or sentence, it decides not the next paragraph. The typewriter is simply there, allowing its buttons to be pushed, allowing its ink to flow, allowing a mark to be left.

During my time working with coffee one day I was cleaning out the back, and I seen on a shelf high above me, a box.

‘100% pure filter’

And I knew that God was talking to me about what I needed to be. 100 percent pure filter, add nothing and take away nothing.

That is my prayer that I may be used to the full, that his outpour will always be HIS outpour.

Come my friend, let me wrap my arm around you.


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Thank you so very very much for your blessing today! I pray that your blessings, would be like rivers, flowing steadily, flowing rapidly and always going in the right direction, farward into the next season.

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Source from the son

I was lying outside in the Sun at long last. I had been desperately excited to just relax and read on my Kindle as I had just recently purchased a new book.

And on one of the occasions that I had held my phone up to block out the bright Sun, I had a glimpse of something strange.

At least it is strange a bit, although the idea was not far fetched.

I seen suddenly the other side of my phone and it was not covered as it is currently, no it was a small solar panel. While this is completely plausible to one day be the scenario I am quite convinced that it was a glimpse into something a head.

A life of digital and our hand is held up high in order to receive from its source, its solar source. No longer is it’s battery filling dictated by the length of the lead and the plug. But it lives in a world where hands lift high to receive from the Sun. A place of energising and fulfilling. In the facility of the beams from the sun.

And you see what he was really saying through this was that I want your position to change, I want your understanding of this to change. I want you to see that it is no longer about a lead and a cable dictated by a number of inches, but it’s about you being in the presence of the almighty source, with hands lifted to receive the rays of spirit he is giving out.

You see the phone represents our lives in full capacity. Everything is on the phone. Reading, writing, calculating, socialising, communicating, searching, listening, watching it’s all here. The entirety of your life is right here on this little device. And the small piece of life needs to be fully engaged and fully powered by his source; by the son.

Come, it’s time to progress. It’s time to move on the post of progression. It’s time to take this up a notch and ditch your cables. It’s time to leave the place of needing measurements to power you up. It’s time to come outside of your little mental dwelling place and into the presence.

It’s time to come out in the brightness of the glory of God and receive the full charge from the son.

It’s time for us to go son powered, with full battery, 🔋 with hands 🙌 high

Psalm 143:6

I lift my hands to you in prayer.
    I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain. 

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