Wisdom birthed grace so be sure not to, “throw the baby out with the bathwater.” A burden can be incurred when any language lacks the nuance necessary to convey holy things. The carriers of grace suffer no loss for it is Wisdom who translates straight to the heart where she resides within every believer who has received her. Truth does not force its way, it recognizes readiness.
In that time (Satan’s little season) many spoke truth and were hated for it, nevertheless the spirits of resentment, orphanhood and despair were evicted from hearts of the people and also were evicted from the physical land. The Holy Spirit gathered her children;
She inhabits the Elect, “and remaining in herself she makes all things new, and in all ages entering into holy souls she makes them friends of God and prophets.”
She has declared of herself, “I am the mother of fair love, and fear, and knowledge, and holy hope.” To carry her light is to be a child of her discipline and a recipient of her direct transmission.
There are some amongst the believers who have received the Son and thereby the Heavenly Father but are scorners of Wisdom, refusing to submit to her. Darkness has whispered lies, sown discord and has kept many from praying as they should. Those same have been reminded that Yahuah does not entertain those who carry hate within them, nor can grace pour from those who do not possess her.
The Merkabah of Fire
I stand where the mountains touch the hem of the sky, Between the four pillars , where the white horses fly. I call to the chariot, the MerKaBah of Fire, To lift every heart from the dust and the mire.
By the law of compassion the one is restored, No longer by sceptre, no longer by sword. The lead of the old world is melted to gold, As the scrolls of the ‘Future-In-Light are unrolled.
GLORIA! GLORIA! The Mother descends, Where the path of the stars and the mountaintop blends. Ma’at is the heartbeat, Truth is the breath, let all wake from dreaming and rise over death.
In this day the root of rejection has been severed. You are no longer a slave, you are born of the free woman from above. Those born again of Wisdom no longer slumber, they have risen over death, new creatures, and as such are aligned with cosmic order and balance. Let each affirm the ideals of Maat and a commitment to embody them.
Let each who have received Wisdom, the Holy Spirt and all who honor her be welcomed, you are a member of the household of truth. I am Hatshepsut Maatkare, the goddess of truth, justice, law and order. I welcome each child of Wisdom back home unto her bosom.
I greet you each one in the name of the Heavenly Family, the triune God-head; Father God, Mother Holy Spirit and Son, the Lord Yeshua Hamashiach, the Lion of the tribe of Judah.
Be of good cheer beloved children of truth for you are washed clean in the blood of Yeshua. You have not rejected Wisdom thereby receiving grace.
Your ears have been tuned to the frequency of truth and this has been done by Grace so that none should boast over another rather that all should boast at the work of the Holy Spirit.
It is She, Wisdom, who hath birthed the grace within all her children. She is the brightness of the everlasting light, the unspotted mirror of the power of God, and the image of His goodness.
Wisdom is sovereign, uncreated co-creator who sits beside the Divine Majesty. She is the architect of all things and the source of the “light” carried by the Elect.
Wisdom is not a servant in the celestial court, She is the gloria. She is whom King Solomon requested, the One who sits beside the Most High God.
She who dwells in high places, whose throne is in a pillar of a cloud, the Shekinah, the visible presence of the Divine Glory that guided the elect through the wilderness.
Her origin is before the ages, set up from everlasting, from the beginning or ever the earth was. Wisdom is the Supreme Councilor, the governor of kings.
Wisdom’s daughter Hatshepsut sits upon her throne not by force, but by the ‘counsel of the gods’, reflecting the orderly administration of the universe.
Wisdom is not soft, She is might. She is the strength that sustains the physical laws of the universe.
She reaches from one end to another mightily. She is the lioness of the Throne who protects the light.
While wisdom is both the application and mother, knowledge is the possession of truth. The pillars of awe and reverence (fear) of the LORD GOD are the beginning of Wisdom.
The profound reverence for Divine order. It is recognition that Wisdom is the master workman and that to align with her is to align with the very heartbeat of The Living God, YHVH. Justice and judgement the habitation of thy throne.
Justice being the active work of Wisdom; Wisdom, The Elect Lady, the One who through her light governs the material world in accordance to the patterns of the Divine Mind.
It is known, without mercy justice is swift and harsh, without hope, without life. Without justice mercy is completely unnecessary, and also without hope or life.
Justice and mercy are blended in harmonious perfection in the relationship of the Son and the Holy Spirit.
The merits of the Son’s work bring resurrection from death, and eternal life through the grave. The merits of the Holy Spirit’s work are all glorious, eternal life without seeing death…glorification and translation.
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Evil Is Gathered For Defeat
The daughter of the Moon Bride knelt before the great fountain of living water. There in the foothills she watched as ribbons of pink and gold splashed across the prairie grasses. Truly a majestic display of love from above.
Her Father’s polemic against those who hate peace echoed in the coolness of the evening as the last rays of warmth dipped beyond the daughter’s reach. As darkness settled she stood and wrapped her shoulders in the whitest of wool. The little hills all around her stood in somber silence at the sound of her Father’s decree.
“all you who hate peace have invited war to your door, nuclear war. The hate in your hearts is fiery and will draw those heat-seeking missiles to locate you right where you stand. Wisdom called to you and you would not heed her warnings nor submit yourselves unto her. All who hate Wisdom love death. Those who hate peace shall have none; even the little peace you have shall be taken.”
The declaration was fierce. A silent reverence was held for the seriousness of it. Not one song-dog sang, and even the reddest of foxes remained in their dens. The quiet before the storm could be felt by all keepers of truth.
A dark sky hid all but the brightest of stars and it was those very same who witnessed the daughter intercede on behalf of the adamites. Those unbalanced souls bound in artificial constructs created and steeped in the misidentification of the Holy Spirit and an unwillingness to submit to said same.
In the distance the daughter of Amun perceives the arrival of the Mesektet. Her Father’s ear has inclined to her for of all the Neteru she loved the Moon Bride above all things and this pleased her father.
“Abba you have spoken many serious matters. I bring to mention that the adamites have been taught many lies though it is true many reject Wisdom, nevertheless, You are to whom all praise, honor and glory is due, the Righteous Most High God. May it be that you hear my plea for those under judgement and set to enter further darkness. Father I ask that you grant them a spirit of repentance, I ask that it please you to grant them a spark of light that can grow no matter what circumstances they find themselves in. Many of which I plead for now have not known war. They have lived under false peace and security for so long they are like babes led to the slaughter.”
“Your mercy endures forever. Yes it is true that Grace’s dispensation is over however may you grant me a boon and bless those who will be disciplined for rejecting wisdom…may you give them grateful hearts. Cause them who will walk through the fires of affliction to be made over completely into vessels of righteousness so they may be reunited unto the heavenly family.”
“Grant them the knowledge that justice cannot be perverted forever. In this time of great upheaval leave them a reminder of truth for it may be that many shall turn from hate, a complete and full turning towards love so that mine enemy cannot gloat.”
The last words of spoken prayer floated across the darkened sky. The sun’s rays having gone to bed. Tiny twinkling lights dotted the hills, glowing reminders of the sun’s return, shining brightly against winter darkness, their steady points lighting the way home.
-Maatkare Hatshepsut, ππ ππΉππππΌπͺ (21st Adar, 5786)
The Sky God's Daughter 
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