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The Poet of Heaven
December 21st, 2020
By Dahni ©️ 2020, all rights reserved
The Visual Poetry of the Poet of Heaven
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun, Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.”
Psalm 19:1-6 King James Version (KJV)
As any poet writing of the motions of the past, reflected upon the present to project in the future of the life of body, soul and spirit, so too, The Poet of Heaven wrote of the motions before they ever came to pass, guided by as if they already were; they had already come to pass that they forever are and yet known and allowed to move in their due time from the perspective to all encompassed by time and in one place, below heaven, so writes.
And The Poet of Heaven created, formed and made his words of stars, his wandering night messengers beneath heaven and over the planet earth and The Poet of Heaven would reveal and teach and show to his earth messengers, all he had written and all that he wanted to write day and night.
The Poet of Heaven speaks and in beautiful symmetry, glorious scintillation, a ballet and an orchestration of articulated visual living and moving poetry unfolds.
The Poet of Heaven showing a virgin, unwed maid in Venus, the bright and morning star, and Jupiter the King planet overshadowing like a figure 8, a father and mother conceive a child, the very same moment Mary said, “Be it unto me according to your Word” and she believed and conceived.
The Poet of Heaven wrote inside his messengers bright that Virgo would have the sun over her head and the moon beneath her feet and Jupiter the king planet and Regulus the regal King in Leo in Judah, would all seem to line up as one bright single star like no one had ever seen before and the people were crowded and accommodations all taken, for it was required to be in Jerusalem, for the new year and great men saw from the east and were coming with gifts of gold to sustain a king, frankincense to make a king whole and myrrh to anoint him king.
The Poet of Heaven, while Israel celebrated a new year with trumpet blasts and all manner of celebrations and every eye could see the poetry of The Poet of Heaven unfolding, only a mother, a stepfather, the heavenly illuminating messengers guiding great men of the east and a handful of shepherds beholding and hearing and guided by angelic host to a manger clean and swept and empty in preparation of a holy day, understood and saw the birth of this prophesied king, written in the stars, the Messiah and savior of the world and history, scripture, prophets, and astronomy would testament and proclaim the records of September 11th, the announcing of the birth, by his Father, The Poet of Heaven.
Then The Poet of Heaven, leading great learned men of the east, likely remnant of the Babylon Captivity under the afore instructions laid down by Daniel the Prophet, coming to worship him by following His Star in the east, westward across the nightly visual verse, they came forth on a journey traveling by night, resting by day in the heat, took them nearly two year to complete.
Protocol compelled them to inquire where this child was born. All all the people knew from sleeping on their roofs in the cool of the night where nothing was obscured by cloud or pollution and the epoch of The Poet of Heaven unfolded before them, yet few understood, this was the time. And The Poet of Heaven through His written verse, to Bethlehem (the house of God), the scribes told them and The Poet of Heaven directed and inquires pointed out where the young child was found at home.
And like standing on the earth as if an unmoving platform, His Star in retrograde motion appeared to come to a standstill over the house of the child. And they worshipped him there and gave him gifts and they were warned by angelic host not to return to Jerusalem, but to depart for their own homeland, likely Babylon of the nation of, modern day Iraq.
The Poet of Heaven warned the child’s mother and step-father to depart for Egypt, for fatal harm would come to every child, two years and under in the town of Bethlehem.
The son of The Poet of Heaven grew strong in the verse of his Father’s poetry, knowing them and thereby knowing Him, his Father.
The Poet of Heaven called His son out of Egypt.
The Poet of Heaven drew out his son to the wilderness for forty days, to endure, to counsel and prepare him and strengthen him, for all to shortly come to pass.
And The Poet of Heaven bid him to his cousin John and John baptized him, a legal man at age 30 and the spirit of The Poet of Heaven descended upon him like a dove and a voice from heaven, the words of The Poet Father of Heaven spoke, “This is my Beloved son!”
Son and Man of the tribe of Judah, King and Servant, an apostle, prophet, evangelist, pastor and teacher, High Priest after the order of Melchizedek, and soon to be the Lamb of God without spot or blemish, a male lamb of the first year, of the first year of his ministry, seen in the heavens in the visual verse of The Poet of Heaven, for only around six months. In the constellation of Aires, he was to be, the willing sacrificial lamb.
And The Poet of Heaven prepared His only begotten son and around three o’clock in the afternoon on the preparation day, he was crucified, but he willingly gave up his physical life and soul and the spirit of God in him were all freely given up and given back to his Father, The Poet of Heaven.
And he died and was buried before sunset of the Holy Day of Passover, once, for all and for all time.
And his Father, The Poet of Heaven was visually penning his foreordained verse in Virgo, when the sun was at her crown and the blood moon, was beneath her feet. All knew and saw this mighty sight, but few understood that only about six months into his 30th year, a total eclipse of the moon appeared red and they foolishly beheld and were afraid, but his life was still at that point, a life that had fully lived full moon over the sun and he gave it all up, at the price of his own blood.
And The Poet of Heaven had written and three days and three nights later, 72 literal hours to legally claim the body dead, raised him up out of the jaws of hell from the corrupted and raised incorruptible and His only begotten son became, a living spirit, everlasting to draw all those willing to come, to be his brothers and sisters, in the Family and Household of God, The Poet of Heaven.
And all things fulfilled and complete, ten days later after first telling his disciples to wait for the promise, The Poet of Heaven drew him up and into the heavens and through the heavens and seated him at the right hand of completion of the Poet of Heaven until, the final times of the endings of time and everlasting and eternal would continue.
And The Poet of Heaven at the whole of 50 days, when the Day of Pentecost was “fully come” that He had versed in his heart before creation, before he had written his visual poetry in the stars, whose every name and motion He knew, knows and shall know and before he had written His written poetry. He wrote all in His visual poetry in the heavens, save the Mystery later shown to the Apostle John, but had The Apostle Paul to “fulfill the Word [the verse] of God”, write it. And the day time and hour of his return, Poet of Heaven hid it not in the heavens, but in Himself.
The Poet of Heaven had written his visual verse to be repeated regularly through the pages of time as reminders of things that have come, things that are and of promises for things yet to come. That the thief, the devil and Satan (Satanic influence), Saturn and its vexing, enticing, and manipulative rings comes to kill, steal and destroy. But the son of The Poet of Heaven, God, came that all may have life (Greek – zoa), life in all its manifestations and life more than abundant!
And in him we know no man anymore, “for greater is he that is in us is greater than he (the devil, all his host and Satanic influence), “that is in the world;” “for as he is, (The Son Jesus Christ, only begotten of The Poet of Heaven), “so are we!”
The Poet of Heaven reminding, revealing and promising through His visual poetry and written poetry, regularly that His son is coming back, still holds that verse to be written until its time, but still writes, His visual poetry new to our day and time.
In 202O, new to the world, vexing and perplexing, a pandemic of so many far-reaching, unintended and even purposed, albeit with evil or good intentions, consequences that have and are affecting, if not infecting, every man, woman and child has and is come. But Behold the visual poetry of The Poet of Heaven!
In this the month of December, towards the last of the month of the year of 2020, this has and is taking place that has not been seen in 800 years. Some things, have never been seen and are being written visually, by The Poet of Heaven.
Image from ‘Skyview App
The moon 🌙 in crescent is waning at the end of it’s monthly cycle and its last moon 🌙 of 2020. The sun 🌞 sets in the southwest sky around 4:36 pm. As it sets further, the moon appears brighter and higher in the sky opposite the setting sun.🌞
iPhone behind our house just after sunset, the crescent moon and sun SW at 5:14 pm eastern standard time 12/18/20
Approaching the winter solstice and the shortest day of the year on December 21st, another sight visible about and only for about an hour after sunset (around 5:36 pm), appears in the sky between the moon and the sun. As Jupiter has been in its regular orbit around the sun🌞 this month and in this year, it appears as a bright object in the sky, just after sunset, between the moon 🌙 and the sun.🌞 It appears to be approaching, days before the 21st, to Saturn, depending on visibility and no cloud, pollution or obstruction.
iPhone 12/18 5:23 pm eastern standard time – crescent moon top far left and Jupiter seeming to come near Saturn, between moon left and sunset, far right
Jupiter is called the “King Planet” for it being the largest planet in our solar system. It is also called the “Christmas Star”, symbolic of the birth of a king or his celebration as a king, about two years after his birth, on September 11th.
Saturn is often called “the Great Satan” and is symbolic of the devil, his host of devil spirit beings and collectively, his influence. For evenings, just after sunset, between the sun🌞 and the moon, 🌙 Jupiter appeared to be close to overtaking Saturn. Each night closer and closer until tonight, 12/21/20, Jupiter appeared to the seeing naked eye as having overtaken or converged upon Saturn with an appearance like one even brighter planet, than the two separately. And this is called, ‘The Christmas Star’, likely the same that the Magi saw when they found the young child in a house in Bethlehem, over 2,000 years earlier in December, not in September, when he was born. For this, many could say and think the first Christmas was December 21st or the 24th, still near the last day of the year of the winter solstice. At the shortest day of the year and ending, for in the new, the day would become longer.
More handiwork appears as visual poetry this month, by The Poet of Heaven.
Sagittarius, a man on a white horse galloping across as a conqueror going forth to conquer with a bow and arrow aims towards the heart of Scorpio the scorpion, the devil. And as the poetry of The Poet of Heaven is writing across the skies of December, this last month, this last of this 2020 year, the shortest day of the year— reminders that he came, he is coming again and he has and will overcome all, have been written in His visual poetry, His written verse, in the hearts and lives of His children, and is still being written! As the one ends, a new day dawns, with growing longer days until, June 21st of 2021.
Sagittarius the archer, the man on a white horse, the conqueror going forth to conquer, aims arrow at the heart of Scorpio
“These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.”
John 16:33, King James Version (KJV)
“For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, [even] our faith. [believing]” I John 5:4 KJV“Who is he that overcometh the world, but he that believeth that Jesus is the Son of God?”
I John 5:5 KJV“
“Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world.”
I John 4:4 KJV
And The Great Poet of Heaven neither slumbers nor sleeps; more faithful than His Polaris (North Star), glorious than His Arcturus their showings makes—Ever writing ✍️ His verse and never forgetting and never forsakes’.
From the collection: ‘Psalms in the key of Thee’ by the same author
Notes on this video: Although the music is beautiful and the imagery stunning, The Poet of Heaven knows every star, planet, and galaxy by name and their motions through what we know as time – past, present and future. And though Jesus Christ is the Lamb of God, the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, the King of Kings and he is the subject of every verse of scripture from Genesis 1:1 through Revelation 22:21, and through him all may be drawn to The Poet of Heaven, God, to Him, he was NOT crucified on a cross as the end of this video shows a cross, but it was a tree, a single stake with his hands held together above his head, impaled by a single stake as were his feet with one stake.
“Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree:”
Galatians 3:13 KJV
Proof of this is Biblical, Astronomical and Historical in the ancient Roman methods of crucifixion.
Pentecost 