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Re: Izzy's Stories

Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 1:11 pm
by izzyfalcon
“INVESTING,…ETERNALLY!”…

Today, I tell a story,…of a man; shipwrecked on a lonely, unknown Island. To his surprise, he found that he was not alone. A large tribe of people,…shared his Island. To his pleasure, he discovered that,…they; treated him very well. In fact, they placed him on a Throne,…and; catered to his every desire.

He was delighted, but perplexed. Why such royal treatment?... As his ability to communicate increased, he discovered that,…the tribal custom; was to choose a King, for a year!...

Then, when his term was finished,…he would be; transplanted to a particular Island, and abandoned. Delight was now replaced by, distress. Then, he hit on a shrewd,…plan. Over the next months, he sent members of the tribe,…to clear and till; the other Island. He had them build a beautiful house, furnish it and plant crops.

He sent some chosen friends, to live there and wait,…for him. Then, when his time of exile came,…he was put; in a place, carefully prepared and full of friends,…delighted: to receive him!...

We disciples, are not headed,…to; a desert Island, but to our Father’s Home,…where: there are many Mansions. Yet, the preparations we make here,…follow us there. If we are shrewd, there will be eternal friends,…and; eternal rewards to greet us.

Fools, serve money,…and; leave it all, behind. Shrewd believers, serve the Son-of-God,…Christ-Jesus; and invest in eternity!... Amen.

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Re: Izzy's Stories

Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 3:50 pm
by izzyfalcon
“WORDS,…OF,…WISDOM!”… / VOLUME V

The pride of those, whom society declares as small,…is to always, speak of things; that involve answering,…(“Yes”)... And, in contrast,…those whom we deem, to being,…(“Big”); never really utter, (“Yes”),…to the things: that truly matter, in this present-age!...

Anger, is (Not) an expression,…as much as; it is a swelling of sorts, of our inner-soul. And, all-things that appear swollen,…tend to give-off; the impression of being,…(“Big”); but, truly I say,…that, even this: is simply the evidence, of an unsound-mind!...

Gold, is likened to our women,…in that; although we men, often speak ill of them,…they remain: most desirable. As acid, serves to prove the purity of Gold,…so does Gold; serve to prove, mankind’s truest and corrosive nature. Yes, folks,….Gold; although the finest of all metals, is also the greatest of all,…corruptors!...

One ill-spoken word, can hurt more profoundly,…than any; double-edged sword. Humanity, holds over the,…(“Beast-of-Burden”),…the advantage of; the spoken-word. But, the animal world is preferred,…when our words become scarce; lacking in good-intentions. Speech has been gifted to mankind, by Almighty-God,…for the expressing; of our inner-thoughts. But, words are much like,…the leaves, on a tree; when in abundance, very little fruit is present,…between them!...

Discretion with words, is worth more than,…eloquence. Of, those who are infatuated with their own words,…we cannot expect; any real good-works. And, those who imply many words,…to explain themselves; of these, be very wary,…because they are like, the Octopus; who hides his true-presence,…in much ink!...

Often times, the words that we should have used,…while, in the Spirit; don’t present themselves, until it is,…much too late. Our greatest passions, are sometimes seen,…as; incurable diseases. And, the things that could come to cure,…our passions; is often termed, as truly dangerous, detrimental,…and most deleterious: to our inner-soul...

Yet, the lack-of-passion,…results in stupidity. These passions, I speak of,…when, well-honed; and finely polished, can then be called,…devotions. Yes, friends,…passions are ever present; even within those whom,…have renounced them. Those of us, who flee sin,…simply because, it is prohibited; inwardly remain, the truest of sinners!...

Tell me, dear-reader and friends,….why is it, that we wretched-sinners; spend all of our lives, sinning,…to only then, begin confessing: over and over, again and again?... Even though, I may remain alone,…I shall never; relinquish my free-will thoughts. The independence of my thoughts, is like the noblest of all,…aristocrats.

We own, our inner-thoughts,…on which ground; germinates nothing estranged, although the very execution,…of our inner-thoughts, may indeed be: very foreign to all of those, who surround us. And, in closing,…remember always; that forgiveness is the truest-form of revenge, for all good men and women,…alike!... Amen.

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Re: Izzy's Stories

Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2018 2:09 pm
by izzyfalcon
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Re: Izzy's Stories

Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2018 1:47 pm
by izzyfalcon
“RADIANTLY,…REFLECTING”…

This is my special-evening, so beautiful,…so clear and still; with willows over-hanging a nearby dike, (“REFLECTING”),…their radiance: even in the muddy-water. Everything was at Peace, as I straggled along,…beneath them!...

Nothing could break this Peace. As my Lord, (Jesus),…sees that I’m pleased; my shyness gradually goes away. As my patience breaks, He feeds me,…during these Spring-months!....

No more flood-of-lies, no more fallacy,…for me. There was a mist rising from the river, now that the Sun is gone. I gazed at it for a moment, knowing that it was full of both,…Good and Evil wisdom; together!...

I then remembered my Lord’s-Word, and of how He has watered my fields,…especially in moments; when I’ve been curbed and checked. But, if I were allowed to stray,…even an inch; I would crash through, just like this,…“Roaring-Dragon”: emerging from that mist!...

You see, many times I’ve been swept-away,…most carelessly. I was always going to mend things, yes, always going to start,…anew. And then, in one night,…this Devil rose and broke through. Yet, I thought,…I could save myself; even from my own, device!....

Christ, has pushed this Dragon,…back again; behind the dikes. And the Evil, today stays there,…permanently. Every day, I myself,…walk-up and down its length; with willows over-hanging nearby. Yes, they are a reminder of my Lord’s presence,…as He’s always;

(“RADIANTLY,…REFLECTING”)!... Amen.

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Re: Izzy's Stories

Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 6:16 pm
by izzyfalcon
“AN-ANGELIC,…SIGHT!”….

To tell you, the Truth,…I’m very impressed. You, coming over to this Website,…reading these passages; from somebody, you’ve never met. But, here we are,…aren’t we?... Let’s keep, in touch!...

I don’t know about you, but,…I’m not leaving; this site. You see, it is here,…where I serve; my Saviour!... Has it all been, for naught?... Have I been wrong?... Was my first inkling,…correct?... No!… No!… And Yes!.... Are my answers.

I have connected, with beautiful Souls,…right here!.... I need not, look further. My prayers have been, answered. I was ready, to work for my Lord,…to step-out, to the plate; and go to bat. Bringing His Word, to the stage,…but; in a new Light. One, that could help you see things,…more clearly. My Lord screams, simplicity. Yet, we keep complicating,…Christ!....

You and I alone, are the epitome,…of His; Handiwork. It’s noon, the Sun is high-and-hot,…and directly over-head. In the clouds, I can clearly see,…Christ!.... Simplicity, in our,…Saviour!... Hotter than any tabloid, and Son,…of the Most-High-God!....

This is Whom,…I worship. Jesus-of-Nazareth!… And, His Father-in-Heaven,…is not forgotten!....

Don’t clam-up, when you see Him,…coming; because, believe you me,…He is returning. The sheer, brilliant whiteness,…of His Words; find their place, where there was once,…only: opposition!...

It is, as if,…His radiance; removes my revelry. His reasoning, sends booming,…resounding shock waves; all through-out. Although people, are toppled,…no rocks fall; no mountains,…crash!...

I instinctively, thrust out my hands,…to steady myself; but, that proves,…unnecessary. I heard thousands, wailing, moaning and shrieking. But, my own throat,…was constricted. Even, with my eyes closed,…I saw, His Holiness; replacing my revelry!...

I forced myself, to open my eyes,…and; as this Thunderous-Roar, echoed through-out the terrain,…I realized: Jesus was ablaze, with His,…Father’s- Truths!....

He lifted, His-Robed-Arms,…before His Father; and pleaded, for me and for you. I could not see, far into this raging Firestorm,…but; every huddled person, around Him,…were also: ablaze!...

For, these were His saints,…whom; Jesus, had Saved!...

I rolled to one side, and lay in a fetal position. My face and head, still cocooned,…in my arms. Roaring-Flames, engulfed me,…as if; I were a human wick. Yet, more like,…(“AN-ANGELIC,…SIGHT”)!... Amen.

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Re: Izzy's Stories

Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2018 4:40 pm
by izzyfalcon
“WORDS,…OF,…WISDOM”…

The pride of those, whom society declares as small,…is to always; speak of things, that involve answering “Yes”. And, in contrast,…those; whom we deem to being “Big”, never really utter “yes”,…to the things: that truly matter, in this present-age.

Anger, is (Not) an expression,…as much as; it is a swelling of sorts, of our inner-soul. And, all-things that appear swollen,…tend to give-off; the impression of being “Big”, but truly I say,…that: even this, is simply the evidence of an unsound-mind.

Gold, is likened to our women,…in that; although we men, often speak ill of them,…they: remain most desirable. As acid, serves to prove the purity of Gold,…so does Gold; serve to prove, mankind’s truest and corrosive nature. Yes, folks,….Gold; although the finest of all metals, is also the greatest of all,…corruptors!...

One ill-spoken word, can hurt more profoundly,…than; any double-edged sword. Humanity, holds over the “Beast-of-Burden”,…the advantage; of the spoken-word. But, the animal world is preferred,…when; our words become scarce, lacking in good-intentions. Speech has been gifted to mankind, by Almighty-God,…for; the expressing of our inner-thoughts. But, words are much like,…the leaves, on a tree; when in abundance, very little fruit is present,…between them!...

Discretion with words, is worth more than,…eloquence. Of, those who are infatuated with their own words,…we cannot expect; any real good-works. And, those who imply many words,…to explain themselves; of these, be very wary,…because; they are like, the Octopus,…who: hides his true-presence, in much ink!...

Often times, the words that we should have used,…while, in the Spirit; don’t present themselves, until it is,…much too late. Our greatest passions, are sometimes seen,…as; incurable diseases. And, the things that could come to cure,…our passions; is often termed, as truly dangerous, detrimental,…and: most deleterious, to our inner-spirit!...

Yet, the lack-of-passion,…results in stupidity. These passions, I speak of,…when, well-honed; and finely polished, can then be called,…devotions. Yes, friends,…passions; are ever present, even within those whom,…have renounced them. Those of us, who flee sin,…simply because; it is prohibited, inwardly remains the truest of sinners!...

Tell me, dear-reader and friends,….why is it; that we wretched-sinners, spend all of our lives,…sinning; to only then, begin confessing,…over and over, again and again?... Even though, I may remain alone,…I shall never; relinquish my free-will thoughts. The independence of my thoughts, is like the noblest of all,…aristocrats.

We own, our inner-thoughts,…on which ground; germinates nothing estranged, although the very execution,…of our inner-thoughts: may indeed be, very foreign to all of those who surround us. And, in closing,…remember always; that forgiveness is the truest-form of revenge, for all good men and women,…alike!... Amen.

Your Friend,

Izzy!...


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Re: Izzy's Stories

Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2018 5:12 pm
by izzyfalcon
"BREAKING,...MY,...SILENCE!"....

Are you, much better,…at telling things; than myself?... I pray, so!....

Without a doubt, I realize that most people,…would say; "He is foolish, to let his Lord Jesus,…weigh so heavily: in all of my doings!"....

If they only knew, how He has become,…a large part; of the fabric, in my Life. And, that truly,…His Yoke; is so much lighter, than mine. There are others, who need me,…and I them; as well. Even, more so. But, what-ever shall I do,...without; my Jesus?....

I am far, more frail,…than He; and there has often, in my past,…been an odd transparency; in my face, and in my eyes. But, today,...I say,..."How, could anything so wonderful,…happen to me; such as knowing, who Jesus,...is?".

("BREAKING,...MY,...SILENCE"),...I send you, my Love!...

And, to you,...He sends; me. To spread, His Promises,...of returning. I have been chosen, out of many,…to lay, a new stone; in these uneven grounds, you walk-on!...

Let us partner together, each,...to help the other; with this task. This Great-Day, has dawned. No menacing thunder-heads, gathering in the western sky,...will make any swifter; my sacrificing of,...self!....

As we all clamber in, to ride down,…to this field, of Faith; never waver, as there shall be,…many bumps: over this new, terrain!....


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Re: Izzy's Stories

Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2018 4:20 pm
by izzyfalcon
“A REALLY,…LOVELY,…WOMAN”!….

The notes, of the orchestra, came from the ball-room; and from two high little grated windows,…came laughter and childish murmurs. “You’ve come early; all the better”,...my Lord uttered.

A new thorn, had pierced my side, as other guests, had not arrived yet. There, across the room, stood His Father; surrounded by several Angels. Michael and Gabriel, were also there. They were making roar, with their laughter; while their eyes, restless as ever, were fixed,…on my entrance.

I was also, expecting you, my dear reader and friend; you, who have done so well, with your Life. The phrases pronounced by my Prince, were not so simple; as they may at first, have sounded. On the surface, it was merely Praise, for His Father. But, there was untold tenderness,…ordered in ornate fashions.

I found myself, kneeling and kissing the Hand, of the Son; the Only Begotten. He is my wounded Warrior. The very same, who has Saved, the compromise,…between all that is old, and the new. As though evoked, by these approving thoughts, I found myself appearing, at the very top, of these stairs; amid chains and spurs.

I was known, to be a man, of this World; and of graceful manners. After sustaining the shower of praise, poured over me, by my Lord; I merged into the scented froth,…of my lady, (meaning you). An occasional phrase, came over your snowy white shoulders; you told me, that I was handsome and calm,…as never before.

And, that my virile, (Manly),…sentimentality, enchanted my audience. Your smooth, youthful neck, was adorned with intentionally modest pearls. And, when, from the opening of your long glove, you drew a hand, (perfectly shaped),…on it, was seen glittering,…the nicest sapphire.

In your wake, came I; though my clothes had no elegance,…they were at least, decent. You truly were smashing. Superior to many; equal, to none. And so, you greeted me, with a highly successful mixture, of virginal modesty,…and youthful grace. To me, you dispensed a smile, from your strawberry lips.

The women at the ball, did not please me; even, the younger ones, didn’t amount to much. It was a good thing, that you had emerged, from the Heavens; to show me what:

(“A REALLY,…LOVELY,…WOMAN”),…is like!....

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Re: Izzy's Stories

Posted: Wed May 16, 2018 4:42 pm
by izzyfalcon
“A REALLY,…LOVELY,…WOMAN”!….

The notes, of the orchestra, came from the ball-room; and from two high little grated windows,…came laughter and childish murmurs. “You’ve come early; all the better”,...my Lord uttered.

A new thorn, had pierced my side, as other guests, had not arrived yet. There, across the room, stood His Father; surrounded by several Angels. Michael and Gabriel, were also there. They were making roar, with their laughter; while their eyes, restless as ever, were fixed,…on my entrance.

I was also, expecting you, my dear reader and friend; you, who have done so well, with your Life. The phrases pronounced by my Prince, were not so simple; as they may at first, have sounded. On the surface, it was merely Praise, for His Father. But, there was untold tenderness,…ordered in ornate fashions.

I found myself, kneeling and kissing the Hand, of the Son; the Only Begotten. He is my wounded Warrior. The very same, who has Saved, the compromise,…between all that is old, and the new. As though evoked, by these approving thoughts, I found myself appearing, at the very top, of these stairs; amid chains and spurs.

I was known, to be a man, of this World; and of graceful manners. After sustaining the shower of praise, poured over me, by my Lord; I merged into the scented froth,…of my lady, (meaning you). An occasional phrase, came over your snowy white shoulders; you told me, that I was handsome and calm,…as never before.

And, that my virile, (Manly),…sentimentality, enchanted my audience. Your smooth, youthful neck, was adorned with intentionally modest pearls. And, when, from the opening of your long glove, you drew a hand, (perfectly shaped),…on it, was seen glittering,…the nicest sapphire.

In your wake, came I; though my clothes had no elegance,…they were at least, decent. You truly were smashing. Superior to many; equal, to none. And so, you greeted me, with a highly successful mixture, of virginal modesty,…and youthful grace. To me, you dispensed a smile, from your strawberry lips.

The women at the ball, did not please me; even, the younger ones, didn’t amount to much. It was a good thing, that you had emerged, from the Heavens; to show me what:

(“A REALLY,…LOVELY,…WOMAN”),…is like!....

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Izzy!...


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